#i never spoke of it but I just HATED it like bro shut up

[evansbby]

U should honestly change ur irl to aribby or levinsonbby LMAO evans is icky rn 😌😌

what’s he done now

[ynbabe]

We don’t hate each other ୨୧ Arthur x fem! reader

Y/n was Ollie's oldest friend, growing up with him as he raced his way up to formula one, somewhere in between she found Arthur Leclerc, found him a massive fucking pain in the ass that is until something changes when Ollie debuts in Carlos Sainz Ferrari.

A always, comments and requests are always welcome! lemme know what y'all think of this!

Warnings: curses, lime

y/nl/n

y/nl/n GET THIS MAN IN A FERRARI ASAP 💪 💪 💪 😮‍💨

Username they're relationship is so important to me actually

username arent they just friends?? username girl you believe that? LOOK AT THEM THEY'RE LITERALLY MARRIED username theyre 18 go touch grass pls 😭

username GET THAT MAN IN A FERRARI!!!

Username shes so real for that bow, ollies so cute 🥹

olliebearman thank you for the very serious pictures of me, a very serious, very profession man

y/nl/n "very serious, very professional man"🤓 shut up you literally cried in my arms when you got called olliebearman i'm telling my pr officer to block you username did what in whose arms now?? username oooh so hes in love love

arthurleclerc Way to go Ols!

y/nl/n gtfo my post arthurleclerc gtfo off my fyp y/nl/n block me bitch arthurleclerc too much effort, cry olliebearman guys you're in public 😭

username whats with Arthur and Y/N? 😅

Username they're competing for Ollies love Username bro you wrong for that 😂

arthurleclerc

arthurleclerc to MY bestfriend, congratulations on making it to Ferrari and f1! You deserve the best! Hope my brother treated you well.

username SHOTS!! HAVE!! BEEN!! FIRED!!

Username he know he wrong for that first photo

Username okay wait. How do both Leclerc have a Wattpad ass gay romance is it genetic??

Username bro all capped the my 😭

username mans petty as hell

username @/y/nl/n me personally, I wouldn't take that

username hes stealing your man girl go get him!!

oliiebearman Thank you Arthur! Yes he did!

arthurleclerc ur welcome ols ❤️ username @/y/nl/n were waiting for you boo username its the red heart for me Username Charles come get your brother!!! he's cosplaying you and max on main again

y/nl/n Congrats Ollie!! love you 🥰 (Not gonna make this abt myself like some other girls)

arthurleclerc revoking ur paddock pass btw 🥰 Olliebearman ... I'm blocking you both 🥰

username mans done with them 😂

You rolled your eyes as you saw Arthur's comment on yours, how could he be so childish. Forget it, you reminded yourself, today is for Ollie and Ollie only.

You waited in Ollie's driver room till he was done with the debrief, you'd go out to celebrate with him and his family later. His trainer had given him a pass on the diet, after all, scoring points in F1 was no joke.

You jumped off the chair you were lounging in, ready to hug the man as you heard the door open but to your disappointment, it was only Arthur.

You groaned as you saw the boy and he scowled in return. You never knew how your rivalry began. One moment you were visiting Ollie for the first time at Prema and the next you were in a screaming match with a Monagasuque man with the cutest accent.

"What are you doing?" He asked, rather, demanded.

"Waiting for my friend," you replied with the same annoyance in your voice, "What are you doing here?" you accused, stepping towards him.

He pulled a face, closing the gap, "Here to support my friend, you know cause we can actually stand each other,"

"Hah, sure, at least I'm not jealous of my friends, you know cause they actually make it into f1," you shrugged, knowing it was a low blow.

His face morphed into anger as he pushed closer towards you, "You need to shut up," he spoke in a low voice, you'd be scared of the taller, much stronger boy if you weren't doused in anger yourself.

"Make me then," why did you say that- Oh shit.

Your eyes widened as he kissed you, making both of you stumble back and fall on Ollie's driver room bed. You groaned as your back hit the mattress, the older boy breaking the kiss, looking down at you in concern.

"O-oh, my god! Y/n I'm so sorry, I don't know wh-" he began rambling but you couldn't let him win, could you? So you kissed him back, letting your hands run through his hair.

He led one hand to your waist, letting it fall under your shirt, he hissed at the warmth your skin radiated under his palms.

"Oh my god, OH MY GOD," Someone yelled, making Arthur push off the bed, and fall on the floor.

"Ollie this isn't what it looks like," he explained from the floor making you frown.

"It isn't?" you asked making him turn to you.

"No, it is," he explained to you, then turned to shocked Ollie in the doorway, "I mean- it is," he tried to explain.

Ollie paused for a moment, "On my bed, really?" he replied, disgust in his voice.

You picked up the pillow on his now messed up bed, throwing it at his head, "Shut up,"

He laughed as he ducked, "Hey, at least none of us had to intervene," he confessed making you and the boy who was now getting up off the floor groan in defeat.

olliebearman

olliebearman never make out in my room again, I beg you

Y/nl/n sorry I stole your boyfriend, Ols

arthurleclerc you are still the love of my life, y/n's just a friend olliebearman DO NOT START THIS AGAIN

Username HUH?

username chat is this real rn? username fr thought they hated each other username bro said he was going to get his Wattpad enemies to lovers one way or the other

username Charles Leclerc it's your turn now.

charlesleclerc So all the ranting actually led to something?

y/nl/n he talks about me?? arthurleclerc NO I DIDN'T! Charles shut up or I'll tag someone you rant about. Charleslecler y/n changed you i dont like this relationship anymore username WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? Username First we get Arthur x y/n and now we are getting Charles read like filth 😭

trying something new, thoughts?

[endzithefangirl]

Sleepy interruptions

Authors note: Hello, I'm back. Don't ask why or how I wrote this Max Verstappen blurb, but here we are. Also, I have like 8 more fanfics that I've been working on that I plan on publishing at some point (you can thank @angelussiderum for always reminding me to write).

Summary: An unexpected guest crashes Max's stream

Warnings: English isn't my first language, no use of Y/N, gender not specified but the term 'girlfriend' is used, sleep deprivation? is that a warning

Word count: 516

You hated these long working hours, especially now during the summer. You can hear Max streaming on ‘Red Line’ in the other room. Now, 9.9 times out of ten, you wouldn’t bother him. But… You just haven't seen him in almost 20 hours and it's already 11pm... So, you walk into the streaming room. Max was sitting behind a huge PC that had about 4 screens; his monitors were showing a game that he was playing while he is streaming on his main monitor.

"Come on... come on.... there…!" He mutters as he plays, too caught up in his game to notice you entering the room. You, in your sleep deprivation and probably from too much diet Pepsi, just walk towards him and wrap your arms around him from behind, not giving two shits who sees at this point. His eyes widen as he feels your arms around him and turns his head enough for only you to hear him speak so that the stream doesn't hear him.

"Baby... you know I'm streaming right now…"

You can see he's surprised, but more confused, as you never really walk in when he's streaming. You, again in the sleep deprived state running on practically nothing, kiss his cheek very softly. It was maybe too tender as his face goes red and whatever he was about to say is forgotten. His mind went blank for a moment, his cheeks turning a darker shade of red as he stares at you. He wanted to say something or protest, but he couldn't bring himself to do so, his brain having stopped fully functioning after your unexpected actions.

"B-baby... I'm…" He stutters out, slowly processing what had just happened and trying to regain control by turning his gaze back to the game on his screen. You move away and then leave, your mind taking you straight to bed.

'Ohhh look who just made a stream debut, huh Max?' one of his friends from the stream laughed as Max attempted to compose himself. Max let out a shaky exhale, trying to compose himself enough to respond. "Y-yeah, unexpected cameo from my girlfriend..." He mutters, rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke and feeling how warm his cheeks were by now, he knew he probably looked like a tomato.

The chat started to flood with more messages as people saw how flustered Max had been and saw this as an opportunity to tease him

'Looooooool brooo you didn't know what to say to your gf'

'Did she just interrupt your game?'

'Man your cheeks are so red bro are you blushing??'

Max was silently cursing everything and everyone at that moment, including you, even if it was your actions, or lack of actions, that got him into this messy situation in the first place. He took a deep and shaky exhale trying to calm himself down so he could come up with a decent excuse to explain to chat

"Shut up guys... I just wasn't expecting that to happen... my girlfriend usually doesn't come into my room while I'm streaming... obviously"

[orangeheliophile]

Dating Puerto Rican Bakugou

Contains: Puerto Rican Bakugou x Latina/poc! reader. Bakugou also wears hearing aids in this one. Second!year Katsuki, mentions of after war, Hispanic! Sero mentioned.

●I like to think you both were best friends since you were kids, always sticking together and not just because your mothers were so friends, but because Katsuki had a humongous crush on you and you thought he was the coolest person in the world. Since growing up in Japan, there weren't a lot of people who spoke your language, so another reason you both stayed together.

●His skin would look tanner, maybe have a few beauty marks and more visible scars. Other than that, he's still the same. The same, explosion pomeranian boy with rabies.

●He is a surprisingly great dancer, being an expert in salsa, merengue, bachata, cha-cha, and tango. He's got the hips for it.

●When he grows the courage to ask you out, he would confess to you in Spanish, whispering promises to you that you have his entire heart and soul. (He's secretly a hopeless romantic, but the Hispanic version.) Bro has rizz when he wants it.

●When he asked you out, he said, "Can I be your boyfriend?" Instead of, "Will you be my girlfriend?" Because he only cares about being yours. He belongs to you, and you only. You're not an object, but if you're comfortable, he'll definitely brag to others how you're his.

●His cooking is absolutely divine. If you want something to eat, sit down and look pretty. If he weren't going to be a hero, he would definitely be a chef. He would make you sopita when you're sick, dulce de leche when he wanted you to cuddle him, and he would make all of your favorite foods for you. Just for you, and nobody else.

●He would call you nicknames such as: corazón, amor, bebé, mí cielito, princesa, mamí... and your heart would skip a beat every time. You will definitely return the favor, though, watching his face turn redder than Kirishima's hair.

●He cusses in Spanish a lot, inheriting his mother's anger as well as the attitude. Whenever he watches fútbol, he gets even more passionate while watching the sport.

●Speaking of his mother, she loves you more than she loves her son. She always demands asks Katsuki to tell you that you're always welcome to visit and that he brings all the snacks she makes for you. She also wants you to marry her son so she doesn't have to deal with his bratty ass. But mainly because you would be her daughter-in-law!

●He always takes you out on dates, sticking your hips together using Sero's duct tape. He's really clingy, always rambling how you're going to get cold, or that you shouldn't be away from him where he can't see you.

●If he doesn't know where you are, he's running around looking for you like a headless chicken. He's secretly a lovesick puppy, constantly craving your attention, and if he doesn't get it, people find it best to back away from him so he doesn't explode.

●He usually hates hearing extras talk. It annoys the hell out of him, making him want to throw out his hearing aids so he can finally get some peace and quiet. You, however, please don't shut up. Your voice is absolutely music to his hears. He loves hearing you ramble about anything. His heart melts at the sight of you mixing up your words while having the happiest smile on your face.

●He knows how to knit and crochet. So whenever it gets cold, he always makes you sweaters, scarves, and blankets to keep you warm. He always makes sure to add things you like, just to make you happy and want to kiss him some more.

●He needs at least five good mornings/good night kisses, six hundred hugs, a ton of cuddles, seven billion 'te amó con todo mí corazóns,' and a bunch of more besitos just to survive and a few hours. Yes, mostly just four hours. Give him what he wants. Will you get tired of him? Yes. Will he care? No.

●He will never admit it, but he secretly enjoys some telenovelas. His mother always watched them when he was younger, and most of the time, it seemed pretty stupid to him. But he enjoys some of the drama.

●Whenever you want to cuddle and watch a movie, he makes hot chocolate, already having baked cookies as he tucks you into a blanket burrito while sitting you on his lap. He's already kissing your cheek, playing with your hair as you sip on your warm drink and munch on the homemade cookies. He always treats you like his princess.

●He wants to take you on vacation to Puerto Rico, show you the streets of San Juan, go hiking with you at El Yunique National forests, and of course introduce you to the rest of his family.

●Of course, he plays the drums, but he likes playing the Spanish guitar as well. He would definitely play romantic songs for you when you're both alone.

●If you have curly hair, oh, he would definitely help you with your routine. He will always search for the best products and be extremely careful not to mess up your curls when he plays with your hair. He loves curly hair. It's so unique and badass in his opinion.

●He's always kind of had a thing for women with dark skin. He finds it pretty when their skin practically glows in the sunlight.

●We all know he gets temper tantrums, but he would act like a whiny/angry toddler when you don't give him affection. And since he cusses a lot and is already dramatic, he would be even more dramatic when he complains in Spanish and acts like he's dying of heartbreak.

●Not only is he an expert at fighting, but he also knows the way of the chancla. The most dangerous weapon of them all. He protects, he attacks, and he most definitely doesn't hold back. Especially when it comes to you, just say the word, and he'll obliterate the person to smithereens.

●Even if he's going to become the future top hero, he knows he would be the perfect malewife. This man can cook, clean, is multi-talented, and would be great with your kids. He would make sure you're always pampered and spoiled with his love.

●He may not seem like it, but he's also a good singer. So if you're in the mood to listen to romantic mushy Spanish songs, he's already swaying your body with his as he sings softly into your ear while dancing in the kitchen with you.

●He definitely has a Puerto Rican banner in his dorm room, right next to an All Might poster and a picture of you. He's not ashamed of his heritage, and he won't ever deny his love for you and admiration for All Might.

●Whenever he's feeling down, he likes to drink Coquito and cuddle you for the rest of the day, watching a romance movie as you play with his hair and give him healing smooches.

●When you both were younger and one of you got a small scratch or bruise, you would definitely do the "sana sana colita de rana" and then kiss the others' boo boos better. Over time, when nobody's watching, you both still do it. It's the best remedy for healing! Besides besitos y abrazitos.

●If you're feeling insecure because your body isn't "stereotypical" to your culture or that you can't speak your language very well, he will do everything in his power to change your mind. He'll scoop you in his arms, sit you on his lap, and do his best to say comforting words to you because his princesa deserves none of this! Eventually, he helps you love yourself more, and step by step, you're both growing closer to one another by how supportive you both are.

●Sero is also Hispanic, being half Mexican made the both of you have someone to talk to. Katsuki and Sero would definitely gossip to each other about the other students. Katsuki's arm would be around your shoulders as the two give judgy looks to people doing stupid things. (You're just doodling on your coloring book while they gossip.)

●Since Mina and Izuku have curly hair, they would absolutely help you whenever you were having trouble with yours. Even if Katsuki threw a temper tantrum every time he didn't get to do it for you. But he will never admit he appreciates them being there for you.

●If you didn't think he was clingy before the war, he's suffocating you even more. Although his right arm is damaged and his heart needs to heal, this boy is constantly stuck to your hip thanks to Sero's duct tape, and you feel the same way, too. You will occasionally give him healing besitos all over his injuries and will reassure him that everything will be okay.

●Just like how you steal his hoodies and shirts, he does the same. Since you like to wear oversized clothes sometimes, he won't hesitate to steal them and wear them proudly. Boasting to others how he's yours.

●You both wear matching layered necklaces resembling each other's quirks. He wears a small explosion charm with another pendant resembling your quirk; yours is the same way.

●Since you're both too young to marry legally, he bought you both promise rings. Having a combination of your quirks engraved on the ring. Don't worry, you both already married when you were five. (He proposed to you with his grandmother's wedding ring. Mama Mitsuki was not happy. But she was happy when she saw you in an adorable frilly dress!)

I wanna write more of these scenarios, but I want to finish a request in my drafts and I've been working on it a lot, and I want it to be good and I want people to like it and, and-😭😔

Anyway, I had fun making this one! :)

[ravers8fantasy]

Punch out locker room mishaps: world circuit💥🤑

The world circuit locker room would be bougie af, im talking like proper yknow

Super macho man is abbreviated to SMM cus no way am I doing allat

Sandman feels like he is baby sitting half the time because of the amount of bs that happens in the world circuit locker room

SMM has a double door locker (hell yeah) with photos of himself hanging inside of it

He calles it the 'super shrine', the other boxers think its the stupidest thing ever and soda takes the photos and puts them in the toilet cus why not

When Aran first joined no one knew what the flip he was saying, especially bald bull so he just told Aran to shut up whenever he spoke

Soda is too tall, the W.B.V.A had to install signs to the top of door frames because he kept walking into them

Sandman has watched Aran try break into his locker so many times now its become a normal sight for him

Every one is tired of Aran, bald bull has literally started a fist fight with him which ended up with Aran getting locked inside a locker for 2 hours

Sandman tried making peace between all the other boxers by making a group chat

Aran left it after bald bull kept thinking he was English, SMM thought it was a spam from crazy fan's and sent some stuff before leaving, bald bull said "fuck off" and left as soon as he saw SMM send a thirst trap and Soda was never added because he doesnt have a phone

Aran has to be searched and patted down before walking into the locker room before a match because of all his cheating scandals

When little Mac joined, Aran LOVED to not only make fun of his boxer name but also harrased him pranked him like taking his towel whilst he was using the shower and hid his stuff

Sandman made the others do a temporary alliance to beat up Aran and get poor Mac's stuff back

SMM loves the floor length mirrors in the locker room, his whole social page is full of just him flexing in that same mirror

One time he accidentally got sandman in the background looking absolutely unimpressed and it became a meme for a while

He also caught the fist fight between bald bull and aran in the background of one of his thirst traps as well

Soda's locker is full of 'juice' cartons, he doesnt need space for a gym bag because he's hidden it somewhere underneath the floor tile's somehow

Aran once head butted a wall at full force whilst trying to pick a fight with sand man

Not only did he knock himself out but he also managed to break through the dry wall and left a massive hole in the wall

Soda blasts russian hard bass/techno whilst showering and shouts the lyrics, everyone hates it.

"hell yeah bro's, I was like-

"U SO SEXY RUSSIAN GIRL Прыгай в мой фургон-танцпол"

"uh anyway yeah like as I was saying I totes like hit-

"ABSOLUT HARD BASS. RUSSIAN PARTY IN KAMAZ"

"oh now what the flip. What the flip brah thats so not cool"

Aran often crashes SMM's interviews, and shouts random things in the background (these are all being recorded by the way)

The last time it happened he shouted "OI SUPER MACHO MAN, I KNOW A SECRET ABOUT YOU MATE THAT PEOPLE MIGHT CALL A COMING OUT" (heh nikita mazepin and george russel f1 reference wait wrong fandom-)

Bull and sandman are pretty chill with eachother (on a good day which is once every couple of months), Sandman offers contructive critisism which helps Bull in the long run

Soda also gets help from sandman, Soda then tries to use the tips he heard from sandman in the ring, Soda then blacks out from drinking too much and loses

Aran makes fun of Soda's fear of horses by wearing one of those rubber horse masks (Aran is scared of flying in planes)

When Soda saw it he jumped and slapped the horse mask full force, if you know how silly it looks then you would know why bull started cackling

SMM and bald bull made a truce once, bull trapped Aran in a headlock whilst SMM took all of Aran's cheating stuff and handed it into the W.B.V.A officials

Ya cant be mad at them they were sick of getting hit in the face with his flying rope punching glove

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Help why did I struggle sm doing this💔 thats all the locker room mishaps done, I fear this is only the beginning I have sm more planned keep grinding chat ill see ya next time 😈😈

[lunarluvbot]

dating finney blake headcanons

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pairing : finney blake x fem!reader

summary : hey go read the title

requested : yes / no

willow's whispers : im a little rusty i havent written for tbp in forever so ignore any inaccuracies (i also havent seen the movie in a while)

warnings : mentions of bullying?

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ok but you definitely spoke to him first

either that or robin talked to you for him

ROBIN BEING HIS WING MAN STOP THATS SO ADORABLE

im getting sidetracked

anyway

he tutors you in classes that you have trouble with

and that's probably how you guys first met

hand holding is like second nature istg

it's just a routine now??

like you'll sit down next to him and he doesn't even look at you first and just slides his hand into yours

his hands are so warm too so it's rlly nice on cold days

also

my man does not allow you to buy ANYTHING for yourself

it's always his money

'i think i'll get a soda'

'no, i got it'

'...it's like a dollar'

'a dollar that you get to keep'

gwen loves it when you come over cause u get him to shut up about you

'y/n thank god he's been talking about you for the past hour'

and i mean if gwen didn't like you there would be a major probably anyway

teachers hate having the two of you guys in the same class cause you're always whispering and making jokes with each other

even from across the room

and they don't even want to give you detention cause they know it'll just be the same thing

bro pleaseee kick the shit out of his bullies

i forgot their names 🧍

rick, dick, and nick idk

he would be forever grateful

and it would be all he's talking about for the next week

sorry gwen

love my badass!gf x adoring!bf duos

him patching you up after it too omggg

he's scolding you but he's so careful at the same time

'please never do that again' [read : that was so cool wtf]

this is really random but i feel like you guys would cook together

like he's actually kinda good at it

and he'll make you your favorite meal whenever you're sick

it's so comforting <3

this is so short sorry i'll make a part 2 if you want me to 😭😭

[fuckyourchampionship]

That stupid fuckandreastella blog bro. has a page dedicated to blindly hating on all the drivers except Lando, and then gets butthurt when people call them out on it. I'm glad that anon called them out. They hate on Oscar based on assumptions about him that they made up in their head to make them feel better about themselves and their washed driver. Meanwhile Lando has, by his own words and actions proven how rude of a person he is. His fans love to disguise them as jokes when they're legitimate insults and he knows those fans will defend him and he continues to do it. Half the time i don't even mind the snarky comments he makes because it's something all drivers have done, even Oscar and Max, it's part of the sport, infact media has dimmed it down otherwise it was so much worse back then, but he doesn't know when to stop, atleast max has 4 wdc to back up his temper. He's doing to much with little to show for it. His fans say it's double standards of people to shit on Lando for his 'champion mindset' when Max gets praised for the same thing. Mate what mindset? The only thing about the mindset is that he 'dreams' to be a champion, yet has never puts it into action. Max got hate for it, but did he let that peer pressure him? He took that hate and converted it into success. That's champion mindset. No unnecessary comments to undermine fellow drivers because he knows his ability. Infact he's praised Lando so many times. But Lando gets close to Max's car and suddenly max is dangerous, he's his enemy, they're not friends anymore, he loses respect for him. Hell he wanted an apology lmfaoo. And then PR was on his ass that he denied contradicted everything the next race, while max from the start was very mature about it and never spoke I'll of Lando. He can never learn to shut up when he should, and his fans are surprised he gets hated on.

Lando loves to victim play a lot, the whole Hungary drama? So that people would feel bad for him? He could've given Oscar the place back and then fight for it afterwards, but he had to cause unnecessary drama for the world to see, which by now I shouldn't be surprised about. Then he cries and whines about every driver trying to race him, tell me one time Oscar's ever begged for Lando to give the place back, even if team orders were implemented in his favor (which was only Hungary to my knowledge) It was always the team making decisions or talking to Lando, Oscar focuses on the race, based on his own merit. He knows that team has always favoured Lando and he's keeping silent, gaining experience, ultimately to outclass Lando in future seasons and I love that for him. And then the whole, Oscar never praises Lando like Lando does about him openly, is such a childish argument, because first it's literally false, Oscar has on multiple occasions subtly praised Lando when Lando did better then him post race interviews, and second, he's not contractually obligated praise him? People got mad at Oscar not 'thanking' Lando after Hungary. Why the fuck would he do that? In what world would a driver thank another driver for their win. Personally, I see all these praises from Lando about Oscar fake, just to get media's sympathy. He'll really try everything offtrack to gain an advantage but can't do it where it actually fucking matters.

Calling Oscar selfish for racing against Lando is hilarious because you're just undermining your own drivers ability. Isn't the whole point of F1 being selfish and fighting for the win? It's what max and every championship has done, and it paid off, if Lando fans call Oscar selfish then I'll take that as a compliment because they're basically saying Oscar's a soon to be world champion, so keep it coming babes. Oscar's only here for the constructors, he has no obligation to help Lando win a championship yet he CONTINUES to do so. If Lando really was championship material, he would be able to race against his teammate without crying about it, and be able to race wheel to wheel against him on track. But what do I expect, he cries about max when Max is trying to defend a championship, what does he fucking expect? Him to just let him by easily? If he did half the things max does (unfair take because Lando doesn't have half the talent max does or the courage lol) he would be closer to max in the championship, not leading but atleast closer. Oscar has done no wrong when racing Lando, he's always kept it clean, no damages to Lando's car so what's the issue? He tries his best to bring maximum points for the WCC and that should be his only obligation. If Lando was half as level headed as Oscar and actually focused on his races instead of bitching and moaning, McLaren would be miles ahead of Ferrari.

And back to hating on Oscar based on assumptions, they apparently don't like him because he's associated with mark who's homophobic and transphobic and then made ONE video with Jeremy Clarkson who again is controversial for reasons Idgaf about so by default that makes him one too. And that's equivalent to saying Lando's the same because he outright expressed support for trump. Not to mention he was associated with that rapist Yung filly or whatever. Does that make him one too?

The double standards and hypocrisy of those Norris fans will never fail to amaze me. Just what is their thought process.

Anon We think the same, I totally agree with you.

I think I love you

[starneteyam]

SONG OF THE SEA ★

🖇️ char. Neteyam x Metkayina! Fem! Reader

🖇️ warn. None, fluff

🎥 In which Neteyam meets you at midnight and listens to your stories as an excuse to see you

A/N Just a short one shot, featuring the story of Davy Jones and Calypso bcs literally Davy Jones’ song breaks my heart

It was late at night, Jake putting out the fire as it was time to sleep. Neytiri sighed, looking around and noticing Tuktirey was gone, probably outside, playing by herself. “Neteyam, go get Tuk.” She ordered. He nodded his head, leaving the hut and walking outside, not seeing her in sight. He walked further away, hearing nothing but the sound of the ocean below him and the creatures crying. That is, until he heard a melody.

The voice was soft and beautiful, filling his ears as if a goddess were singing a lullaby The melody itself was enchanting and soft, but also somewhat sad. Ears twitching, he found himself being drawn towards the voice, and saw you sitting on the deck, your back turned towards him as you hummed. The leather below him creaked, and your ears flickered in caution as you spun around, gasping. You sighed. “Do not sneak up on me like that.” Letting out a distressed sigh.

“I am sorry.” He mumbled, still distracted by your beauty. Your eyes lingered on him, before you ushered him to sit next to you. “You are Neteyam, yes?” You asked, kicking your feet against the water as you looked at it. He sat next to you. “That is me. You are?” He had never seen you before, and he was honestly confused on why he hadn’t noticed you. You shrugged, laughing weakly. “I am nobody.” You told him.

He pursed his lips, before speaking again. “What was that song?” He asked, and you looked at him with confusion written on your face. “Hm?” You asked. He cleared his throat. “The song that you were humming, what is it?” You smiled.

“It is the Song of the Sea.” You told him, turning back to the open ocean. He stayed silent, urging you to continue. “It is a story of a pirate who fell in love with a sea goddess. She gives him the duty of ferrying those who died at sea to the next world.” You started, eyes flickering towards his.

“She promised him that after ten years, she will spend one day with him before he returns to his duties. But after ten years of being at sea, when he went ashore to meet her, she never arrived. He felt betrayed, and angry, and deep sorrow.” Your voice got softer, empathy seething through your words. You breathed in, and continued. “In return, he betrays her, and he teaches other pirates how to capture her and trap her into a human body so she cannot rule the sea. Even though he is angered and was lied to by the goddess, he felt guilt for what he had done, so he carved his heart out and locked it in a chest.” You turned to him.

“He tries to convince himself that he hates her, but he cannot. He is in love.” You said, smiling widely as you told the story. You then blinked, before clearing you throat. “It is a stupid child’s tale.” You whispered, embarrassed that you got excited about a folktale.

He leaned forward, shaking his head. “No, it is interesting.” He assured you. You looked at him with wide eyes, taken aback, before smiling sheepishly to yourself, your cheeks warming. Everybody always made fun of you for telling these stories, but he was actually listening.

“The song is their’s.” You explained, and he stared at you with awe. “Neteyam! Bro, where’s Tuk?” Lo’ak interrupted, but quickly shutting his mouth upon seeing him sitting with you. Neteyam quickly got up, blushing as he looked between you and his brother. “I’m right here!” Tuk said, running towards Lo’ak. Neteyam looked at you, frowning. “I must go.” He told you. You nodded, turning back towards the sea. “I understand.” You spoke, your words quiet.

He wanted to say more, to speak to you more, but he turned and left, getting punched in the arm by his little brother, who he hissed at.

The next day, at the same time as the day before, he came back, and there you were, humming once again. He tried to find you during the day, but he couldn’t find you at all. “Neteyam.” You smiled as you saw him, and his heart skipped a beat. You extended your hand for support to help him sit next to you, and he took it. “I want to hear the rest of the story.” He told you.

Days went on like that, where he would come and find you, and you would tell him many different stories of the sea. He grew more infatuated with you each and every time, the distance between you slowly decreasing. A couple of weeks later, you wouldn’t even talk, and you would just hum as you laid your head on his shoulder, not failing to notice how he was as stiff as a rock, nervous.

“I cannot believe he would betray her, even though he loved her. It is strange.” He scoffed, shaking his head. You looked up at him, and his breath hitched at how close your faces were. “Love makes you do strange things.” You murmured, and his eyes searched your face. The moonlight lit your face almost perfectly, your eyes sparkling as you looked up at him. He loved the way the corner of your lips would pull upwards whenever you saw him, or the way you softly hummed while tracing the lines on his palms. He loved you.

He subconsciously was leaning in, and his eyes fluttered shut as he placed his lips on yours, gently. Almost immediately, you kissed him back. You adjusted your body to turn towards his, a hand of his sneaking onto your face and cupping your jaw. All these years, you have been listening to love stories and songs and the wonders of it all; of how it makes your heart pump faster, or the way you would smile until your cheeks hurt, or the way your eyes searched for a flaw and could find nothing but perfection. You listened to them all, and now you had it.

He deepened the kiss, huffing through his nose as he furrowed his eyebrows. He slowly pulled away, his eyes switching between your left and right. God, you were beautiful. “You are strange, Neteyam.” You smiled shyly, looking down as you leaned into his palm. “It is your fault.” His deep voice rumbled through your ears, kissing you again.

[coffeecat1983]

Mario Bros: Proud of You pt 3 (finale)

Part 1 here, 2 here

     "We're all so proud of you two." The words had barely left Marie's mouth when there was a tap at the door. Tony opened it.      "Hey, Mario, can you c'mere?"

   Following him, everyone gathered in the living room where Mario sat on the couch between Luigi and Marianna. Giovanni sat nearby, with Arthur leaning in the doorway.      "What's goin' on, Tony?" Giovanni asked.    Tony, who was standing nearby, motioned to the couch. "Mario, you boys got your first job today, and it didn't go so good, did it?"    Mario immediately recoiled, shoulders slumping and arms crossing as he refused to look at anyone.      "It was-" he started.      "It's because of me-" Luigi said at the same time.      "Hold on!" Tony raised his hands. The Bros fell slient, both staring in shame at the floor. Adjusting his glasses, Tony motioned to Mario.      "Mario, you start. What happened?" With a shuddering breath, Mario started with the pizzeria and told them everything.      "They didn't yell at us," he finished, "but-"      "It was my fault!" Luigi blurted out wildly, breath heaving as he teared up, hands clutching at his chest. "I was so busy making a stupid joke I didn't see the dog treat on the floor-"    Mario grabbed his brother's hand, shaking his head as he teared up. "Lu, no! I should have paid attention and warned you. Dad always says I should take care of you, and I messed up."      "Somebody cleanin' up my mess, again." Luigi muttered. "All I ever do is screw things up! You coulda stayed at the wrecking crew if it wasn't for me. I wouldn't blame you if you hated me."    The color drained from Mario's face, his eyes wide with an inner horror that wrapped around his heart. "Luigi, I could never hate you." he breathed. "You have every right to hate me," his shoulders slumped again, "like dad does."

   A soft gasp as Marianna covered her mouth. Both twins glanced at each other before looking to their eldest brother. Giovanni stood and moved so he was in front of Mario. His oldest son was surprised when he felt rough fingers rest against his cheek, a callused thumb wiping at his tears.      "Mario, I've never hated you." he said. "And take a look at Luigi." Stepping back, Giovanni turned to the younger brother. "Are you hurt?"    Luigi quickly shook his head. "N-No sir."      "You see? You went through all that and your brother is safe, because of you."    Exhausted, frightened eyes blinked as Mario realized Giovanni was right. Luigi gave a faint smile, muttering he was okay.    Mario took this all in. "But what about our business? We'll be shut down after today."      "About that," Tony spoke up. "Your customers today were Adam and Nina Carmichael. Kiddo, they're good clients of mine at the garage and I called him a bit ago." Folding his arms, Tony was thoughtful. "Thing is, Adam has a lot of friends in city hall so right after you boys left, he called an inspector out."    Kneeling, Tony took both Mario and Luigi's hands. "The plumbing in that place was ready to blow with just one wrong move, boys. The damage today was nothing compared to what it could have been if you two hadn't had the pipes blow. Turning off the water like you did saved the rest of the house!"    He stood, his eyes shining. "And to apologize, the Carmichael's want to hire the Super Mario Brothers to put all new plumbing in from top to bottom, with full pay. Boys, you're not losing your business, this is boosting it."      "W-We couldn't get the van goin'," Luigi pointed out. "How can we do a big job without the van?"      "Don't worry about it," Arthur chimed in. "I'll call Joe in the morning to get a tow and repair it myself. Been too long since I got my hands dirty at the garage." There was the sound of him leaving and the click of Marie's heels as she followed, calling for him to make sure he wore an old shirt and not his nice clothes.    As Giovanni returned to his seat and Tony returned to the kitchen to hunt any leftover cannolis, Marianna kissed Mario's cheek.      "You boys okay?" she said, looking to both her sons.      "I, I guess." Mario said quietly. "Dad, did you really mean it? You don't, you know..."    Giovanni leaned forward, hands clasped between his knees. "I don't hate you, Mario. And I know I've been hard on you about this, but I just want you boys to be safe. I know what it's like dealing with people face to face, and with the wrecking job at least you had Spike to take the guff from any clients. Just promise me if you need help, you'll come to me or your mom."      "Or your uncles and aunt." Marianna added.      "Brave Soul, Poco Anima," Salvatore finally spoke up, "you two really are super."

Later, the bros were getting ready for bed. Mario finished changing and fell back on his bed with a heavy sigh, arms flopped out as he stared up at the ceiling.      "Lu?"      "Yeah?"    Mario looked at him as his brother crawled up beside him.      "You sure you weren't hurt?" His twin looked at his arms and legs before patting his chest and stomach. "Um, yeah, I think so. What about you?"      "Yeah, I think so. Neck's a lil sore but I'll live." He sat up, crossing his legs. "I can't believe they wanna hire us to fix it."    Luigi was quiet for a bit. "...Do, do you think we can do this?" A faint laugh. "Heh, yeah. Why not?" Mario brightened a little. "Nothin' can hurt us, huh?"    Luigi smiled, rested his forehead against his big brother's. "As long as we're together." he finished.

END

By "CC"

[disneyanddisneyships]

Alaponi "transactional fucking" stage but everytime they were done al would just dip

Like- "oh well! Now that we're done, *dresses up* I need to go meet with someone at the colony!"

Like no cuddle. Bro just dipped.

Cause deers dont mate for life

:)

Warnings: a bit of smut in the beginning ig? Foul language... some angst... alastor probably being ooc..

Aponi moaned as she felt alastor spill into her. Her face was flushed and her hair was messy.

This was transactional. In return for a room at the hotel, Aponi had to practically be the radio demons fuck toy every October.... the only negative thing was that Aponi was in love with him.... but he wasn't in love with her.....

As alastor pulled out he sat upright on the bed putting his clothes back on almost immediately.

He did it every time. He never stayed over. No aftercare, no closeness. Just gone.

"You could stay if you'd ljke," Aponi muttered... hoping that just this once he'd give her a chance and she wouldn't have to wait another year before he considered her existence again.

"I'm afraid I cannot!" Alastor piped up as he took his microphone in his hand and draped his coat over his arm. "I have important business to get to. Goodbye!" He exclaimed, slamming the door on his way out.

Aponi sighed and stood up, using the bathroom and re-brushing her teeth.

She had a performance to get to in about an hour and Val would kill her if she was late.

So, getting dressed in some performanxe clothes and a long coat, she did her hair and grabbed her purse, walking out of the room.

Down in the lobby alastor was speaking with husk. Clearly they were important matters.

However alastor shut his mouth when he saw her and this made Aponi feel REALLY uneasy.

Until Angel piped up.

"Ohhhh sexy mama! You goin ta Val's?" He asked from his place on the couch.

"Yeah. Mal is supposed to drive me but.... she's not here so I'll probably just walk," Aponi replied as she grabbed an apple.

"Alright. Oh, hey you know that new bartender guy?" Angel spoke.

"Uhhh.... yeah," Aponi replied as she leaned over the couch and at her apple.

"Rumor has it he's got a fat ol crush on a certain butterfly demon~" Angel teased.

Aponi didn't see it, but Alastor stiffened up.

"Oh please. No one at that club gives a rats ass about the other... except for the dancers... speaking of that, did you talk to Jen about her twisted ankle? She and I are supposed to perform next week," Aponi stated.

Angel just shook his head.

"Alright well... I should get going," Aponi stated as she threw her half eaten apple away... Val would probably make her puke it up later anyway.

"I could always take you, dear!" Alastor piped up from the bar area.

Aponi looked at him, insecurity on her features.

".. I'm good... thanks though," she muttered.

She hated pretending like what they were doing wasn't happening.... but she was probably a fool to believe an overlord could actually fall in love with someone like her.

"Alrighr well. Bye Angie, bye Husk!" She called out as she left the room.

............

Aponi walked into the club, 5 minutes early, thank Satan.

Now she realized why she didn't walk. The amount of catcallers she had was unbelievable.

As she walked through the club and backstage into the changing rooms, she didn't notice the bartender staring at her with a smile that practically screamed he was in love with her.

[theoddest1]

the "viv is like j*k*r" anon again!

i actually didn't have anyone *particular* in mind when i spoke about the weirdness of some people being left alone while there's tons of evidence and that there's people who got/get cancelled for the smallest stuff- just the "scenario" in itself. there's just some people wanting to cause drama and they dig stuff up that isn't even necessarily "bad", just questionable maybe. i mean i was an edgy ass "creepypasta teen" so i know first hand what's its like saying stupid sh*t and paying the price for it and learning from it- but bringing that up NOW wouldn't even achieve anything since a) i never said anything hateful, b) i was a child, c) i learned from it and grew as a person and c) what relevance does it have now? i doesn't affect anyone and i know better now than to do it again. but some people would still insist it's important- those types of people/scenarios are what i was talking about- if that makes sense!

Makes complete sense! In fact, it's these sort of callouts that aided in making actual worrisome and bad things found on Viv virtually unknown. I see people bring up the snake bath art Viv made more than her literally bullying and calling a 15 year old nasty for being critical of her work, or her being happy that Dollcreep attempted to take his life, or her openly being happy that her fanbase was harassing someone over a meme, or her uplifting, liking, and following problematic people who make the fandom worse.

But damn, that snake bath art bro, that's where I draw then line/j

Look I get it, that snake bath art is very weird, especially with the fact that Addi would be drawn in more than one sexual scenario with snakes or not, but to make this one of the main things to call Viv out for is wiiild. There's also the pedo character situation. I get it....she's a pedo, and the tag Viv made underneath that photo was weird af, but I have seen people say that her making a character a pedo PERIOD makes HER a pedo which...no. if she would place Mirage in a good light and make it where it's good, that's when I'll agree since placing pedophilia as some good thing and not something gross is batshit, but if they're meant to be a villain and seen as horrible that doesn't automatically make you a pedophile. It just means you made an irredeemable villain. However, her way of treating Mirage was pretty similar to how she treated Valentino sometimes, just more with her personality rather than her horrendous disgusting behavior and gross attraction.

In any case, claims like these are WHY people are even MORE apprehensive against callouts for Viv and muddied the waters, ultimately setting back MANY victims under Viv's name. It's why I HATE these sorts of posts on her. It does more harm than good and makes any victims trying to say their peace look like clout chasers, liars, and have people see them as jealous. Though, of course, people shouldn't shut out valid evidence and criticism all cause some flimsy callout came out, but this is like "the boy who cried wolf." Scream too many times, only for it to be nothing will make it harder for people to take you seriously when something serious actually happened.

[kittyball23]

Out of the Zone (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: A glimpse of BroZone’s final moments together

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"Why are you acting like this?" The question came out in a combination of frustration and exasperation, the teal Trolling in sunglasses who had uttered it flinging his arms out at his brothers. To him, they were being entirely unreasonable out of nowhere. To the others, this was not the case. "Because I'm tired of it, JD!" Spruce exclaimed. "You're always mentioning that you're the leader - " "Uh, that's because I am," John Dory cut in. He shut his mouth when Spruce held up a finger. "SHH! I'm not finished," the purple Trolling said harshly. "Like I said, you're always mentioning that you're the leader. Well, you know what? A 'leader' listens. A 'leader' lets the group make decisions to-ge-ther." He enunciated each syllable of the last word. "You're just one Troll, and you're not the boss of everything!" "Yeah?" JD said, getting annoyed. "Well, someone has to be the boss. Somebody's gotta remind you guys why we're in this band. Somebody's gotta show you the ropes!" "Yeah, well, if ya ask me, you're showing us more of your uptightropes," Clay said, snickering at his own joke and nudging Spruce so that he could laugh along with him. The purple Trolling did not find the joke funny, however, and whirled on the yellow Trolling. "You pick the worst times to joke about stuff, you know?" he grumbled. "Can't you take something serious for once?" Clay frowned, not appreciating his dismissal. "Wow, okay. As if you're Mr. Perfect. The guy who's more concerned about what girl's heart he's gonna break next!" Spruce glared at him. "No, I'm the guy who's more concerned about what the future of our band is. Maybe if you're not so busy with your silly pranks and actually got your head in the game, you'd see that!" Clay shook his head and crossed his arms, not liking how his usually chill brother was behaving. "Like you haven't laughed at some of them," he muttered, making note to get back at Spruce with one of his so-called 'silly pranks.' Unable to help himself, Floyd spoke up. "Well, some of them aren't really that funny. I hated that time you did what you did with my eyeliner." The magenta Troll shuddered to even recollect the horrible, bright neon green that had been on his eyelids. Clay rolled his eyes. "Whatever! It was funny to me. And as long as it's funny to someone is what counts." JD ignored the little scuffle between the Trollings, wanting to get clarification. "Why is it that you're backing out of the dream, bro?" "Dude, he never said that," Floyd piped up, trying to show support. It wasn't met positively however. "I can answer my own questions, thanks," Spruce said, a little annoyed at his brother's interference. "I'm just trying to help," Floyd said. "Well it's best you don't," Spruce snapped.

Floyd frowned. "This involves me just as much as you guys. I write a lot of the songs here, in case you forgot! Like you always like to forget about me," he said spitefully and crossing his arms. "Just because you're older doesn't mean you can think that you're better!"

"We don't think we're better," Clay said, "we know we're better!" Not at all meaning it, he laughed, hoping Floyd would laugh at this joke too, but the magenta Trolling shot him a dirty look. Clay rolled his eyes. When did his brothers become such party-poopers?

"Cry me a river, Floyd! You seem to be real good at that, too!" JD snapped, annoyed. "And if you're talking about that one song you showed me the other day, I already told ya we can't do it. Not all of us have that vocal range!"

"You mean you don't have that vocal range," Floyd muttered, knowing very well that he could hit the required notes, and knowing that JD likely didn’t want to feel like he was being upstaged.

"What does it matter if we're all singing songs and everyone likes them, anyway?" JD challenged. "As long as my band is popular, why does it really matter?" Spruce gawked at him. "YOUR band, huh?" The purple Trolling shook his head. "I knew it." "I mean our band, ours!" JD quickly tried to correct himself. "OURS. Geez, Spruce, I thought Floyd was the sensitive one here!"

"It has nothing to do with being sensitive," Spruce said. "It has to with the fact that I feel like I can't trust you anymore, JD!" he blurted before he could help himself. He instantly regretted it, however, noting how crushed the aquamarine Trolling looked as a result of his words. It felt like a harsh thing to say. But, the more he thought about it, the more the regret began to dwindle away. This really was the way that Spruce felt, and seeing that Clay and Floyd were not quick to jump in and protest, he knew that they likely felt the same way, too.

"Actions speak louder than words do, JD," Spruce said. "And so far, you've been doing a lot of talk and not coming through with any of the promises you've said."

JD swallowed, thinking hard. Had he... had he really been as blind to his brothers as Spruce was making it seem?

NO! His conscience nearly screamed at him. You're doing what is best for the band. And if Spruce, and Clay, and Floyd can't see that, well, then... then...

JD's face hardened. "All right then. Problem solved." He clapped his hands together once and plastered an insincere smile on his face. "I'm going to be removing myself from the equation, then. I say it's about time the world gets introduced to John Dory, the solo artist, anyhow, without anyone else holding me back. Don't you think?"

A part of Spruce wanted to stop his brother's train of thought. He did not like where the situation was heading, but at the same time the purple Trolling was angry. It wasn't an emotion he usually felt, his demeanor usually that of good vibes, but even he had his limits. This was one of those times that it couldn't be helped. He really had had enough of JD's controlling ways. And right now, he wasn't about to move over to stop his brother – his closest brother in bond amongst the bunch, admittedly – from walking out the door that he was making his way towards. "Agreed," he simply said. He knew the anger he felt would go away eventually. He wasn't the kind to hold much of a grudge, and perhaps one day he might even be happy to see JD again. But he also knew that it would likely not be for a long, long time.

JD glared at Spruce, his hard gaze drifting over to Clay and Floyd, too. He shook his head, that small part of him not really wanting to leave. But they had a lesson to learn. "Who knows," he said, his anger getting the best of him. "Maybe I'll even find better brothers than you guys."

"So you can treat them the same way you've been treating us?" Spruce asked, but JD didn't hear. The aquamarine Troll was already gone, sunglasses, teal vest and all.

A silence hung in the air for a moment.

Then, Floyd spoke.

"Guys, we can still make this work out," he said, hopefully, peering at his brothers. "Look, we can maybe be a quartet until JD decides to come back, and then we can be BroZone again, right?"

Clay scoffed. "And I thought I was the funny one," he muttered, starting to walk off.

"Yeah, who put you in charge now?" Spruce said, frowning at the magenta Trolling.

"I'm not trying to be in charge," Floyd said defensively. "I just don't want things to end like this for us." He sighed and rubbed an arm, unable to look his brother in the eyes.

Something flashed across Spruce's face. Perhaps regret? Floyd couldn't be sure, as it was gone the very next second and the purple Trolling frowned. "Cut the sap, Floyd. Can't you see it's over? Save your breath for your solo career."

With that, Spruce rolled his eyes and waved a dismissive hand at them as he walked off, muttering something under his breath about needing a vacation as he too walked out the door. Left alone in the silent pod were only Floyd and Branch now.

Branch had so far been a silent witness to everything, standing to the side and hovering by the magenta Trolling's legs. The baby stared wide-eyed after Clay and Spruce, not quite understanding things completely but knowing something was very, very wrong. Why were his brothers leaving? Why weren't they singing and dancing and hugging like they all usually did? Distress starting to prick at him, Branch peered up at Floyd, confiding in the magenta Trolling for some kind of answer.

Floyd stared down pitifully at his baby brother for a long moment and then sighed. "Branch," he began, trying to sound as gentle as he possibly could. "We're... out of sync."

Branch cocked his head, as if to say "Huh?"

Floyd nodded slowly. "You see, we've gone from boys to men, and now there's only one direction for us to go." He gestured out the front door. "The backstreets."

Branch blinked at him. What was Floyd talking about? Branch knew Floyd was poetic, but he wished that his brother wasn't talking in these confusing riddles right now.

Floyd seemed to get this vibe off of the little one and he kneeled down, putting a hand on his small blue shoulder. "It's time for us all to move on, Branch."

Branch whimpered at this, and Floyd patted him on the back. "I know it sounds a little scary. But it's really not. We all have to move on sometime. You'll understand someday." With that he stood up and began to make his way over to the door. But suddenly, he paused. The magenta Trolling then whirled around and knelt at Branch again, scooping the baby into a tight hug. Branch liked hugs from his brothers, but this one was a different kind of hug. He didn't know what exactly it was that made it different, but Floyd did, and it was tearing the magenta Trolling's heart apart. This was a goodbye hug.

"I'm going to miss you," Floyd whispered, his voice on the verge of breaking and the familiar sting of tears starting to pool in his eyes. "Please don't forget me." He held on a moment longer, his grip tightening slightly before it finally went slack and he released the baby. Then he shuffled off and began to move to the door. Branch began to toddle after him, but Floyd put a hand up and shook his head. "No, Branch. You have to stay. Someone has to be the man of the house." He forced a chuckle, but wasn't really feeling all that into it. "Take care of Grandma for us, okay?"

Branch glanced worriedly up at his brother, but did not put force any resistance. He stepped back, watching as Floyd shot him one last sad smile and then turned to leave.

It was only after he'd made sure that the pod was far behind him that Floyd allowed his tears to fall.

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A/N: I think there were multiple factors at play when it came to BroZone’s disbanding. This is just my wild guess 🤷

[angelcakegirl]

ʚ recognize ! ɞ

fboy!leon kennedy x fem!reader

wc; 2k

cw; smut (mdni!), p in v, unprotected, degrading, hickeys, re4r leon but in college au!!!, ooc leon(he's kinda icky), mentions of substances(alcohol n cannabis), i made leon a tits guy sorrryyyy

note; so sorry if this is kinda shitty im rlly sick rn n i wrote this at like 3am ;((( i rlly luv fboy!leon n just shitty leon in general so enjoy!!!<3

you hate leon is putting it real nicely. you loathe that man! he's a freak!! (in a literal sense too, he'll fuck whatever can breathe). to put it simply, he's a notorious man-whore around campus. sure he's attractive! but he's always rude, always judgey, and always horny. wouldn't be a shock if that man had a disease by now...

you were always a good girl. you tried to stray away from all the recklessness of life and focus on yourself, on your studies, and your future. the future meant a lot to you! okay?!

that didn't mean you could just stray away from any and all social interaction forever– as much as you wanted to. so you agreed to put on a slutty cop costume on the big night of halloween, and go to a party with your girls. you'd never turn them down! besides, how bad could that be?

so you sucked it up and went to the party. the place had blaring music, tables full of booze, and a few blunt rotations happening around the place. honestly, you never understood the point of doing this all at a party. would the alcohol not taste the same at home? would the cannabis not hit the same?? whatever, guess it doesn't bother you.

and the second you entered the place, there went all your friends now making out with random guys. really, this is why you didn't go to these places. same reason as before, why bother going to a party if you're just gonna end up alone? might as well just be alone in the comfort of your dorm! so you decide you'll just walk back. well, not yet. first make use of some of the free drinks lying around, then walk back.

so you pushed past the crowd of drunk party goers and make your way to the kitchen. pouring yourself a drink in one of those basic red solo cups. straight out of a party scene in an all-american college movie. as you took a sip, you suddenly felt someone push your head from behind with a finger, causing you to spill your drink all over your costume.

"hey! what the fuck was that for?!" you immediately turned around, preparing to scold whoever it was before rushing for the bathroom. instead, you're met with snickering from that stupid bleach-blonde boy. "you stole my costume." leon spoke with that same stupid smirk he always had.

you immediately scoffed. "excuse me?" and glanced him up and down. yeah, he was a cop too tonight. and obviously it was also slutty, but in attempts to get laid tonight. much different than your intentions! "so you spill my drink on me because of it?"

"yep." he said with a sly grin. the audacity! but whatever, you don't need unnecessary negativity. like, it's a fuckin' costume, get a grip bro? you push past him and make your way to whatever bathroom was available. albeit, it stunk of sex, but it works. you just gotta wash off so your shirt won't get all sticky, then leave. simple as that.

that was until you were met with a bit of banging on the door. probably two people out there waiting for their chance to get in, were people really that desperate for sex? just go home!! but no matter how many little occupied!'s you yelled, the knocking was persistent. okay, maybe someone needs to throw up or something? you unlock the door to let them in, only to be greeted by the one who caused this mess.

he swiftly shut the door, locking it behind him before coming to stand by you at the mirror, cleaning off your shirt. he immediately begun his stupid snickering again, "that look's worse than before." as he nodded towards your shirt. you wanted to kick him in the balls and tell him off, but he was honestly right on that one. the stain only got bigger, due to more liquid just being added. "whatever, this is literally your fault." yeah, like you care to hear his opinion!

he only continued to smirk at you through the mirror. goosebump inducing, really. he looked good but you had to remind yourself to stand on business! "you seriously think i care about a stupid costume?" he laughed a little more. "you look great tonight, princess. not as great as me... but still great." ...what the fuck were you hearing right now?

"you think i look good yet proceeded to ruin my clothes? doesn't sound very believable, leon." he looked at you as if you were the stupidest person in this room right now. "how else would i get you alone if i didn't?" he continued to grin at you. okay! you had to be going crazy at this point! "okay, so you did this to be alone with me and... why?"

leon shrugged, "you look hot and your tits look big." great. here you thought you were gonna get a good answer. yeah, no way this was happening! you immediately scoffed and went for the bathroom door knob, "bye!" but he stopped you by your wrist. "nuh-uh, you don't go anywhere yet."

you turned to face him and honestly... he was looking real sexy right now. but no! that had to just be your girl hormones talking, cause no way. he looked down at you with a straight face, before slowly beginning to smirk again. that stupid smirk might as well be his resting face at this point. "so, ya' gonna let me hit it or what?" honestly, you'd never agree to this!... you think. maybe it was the lighting in here making him look more appealing than usual, or the sexual music playing right outside the door, or the fact that it's been a hot minute since you last got off but... yeah, you caved.

as he took your small, embarrassed nod as his yes he was quick to press his lips to yours. now both moving in rhythm together as if you were made for this. he was quick to introduce tongue, making out with you as you dug your nails into his shoulders, but he couldn't have that. he pulled back, allowing you to catch your breath while his much stronger hands went from your waist up to your wrists. grabbing them both and pinning you to the bathroom door just like that, before bending down to press wet kisses down your jaw and neck. letting you whine and groan all you want. honestly, the melodies you sung went straight to his dick.

you tipped your head back, allowing him to more access to your neck. and he took this as his go to start sucking down on the skin, painting you with a few hickeys which will be embarrassing walking out the party with later. as you continued to let out a few strings of whimpers from the assault on your neck alone, he begun to snicker against your skin. "relax, girl, barely done anything yet." however, he wasn't complaining for sure. the sounds were one big ego boost to him and again, a giant boner booster as well.

his last hickey was placed right on top of the plush of your breast, which your low cut costume showed off anyways. thank god pushup bra's exist! he was quick to swing you back over to the counter, letting you watch yourself in the mirror. "s'gonna bend you over this counter like the slut you are, yeah?" if anything, he was the slut here! he chuckled over the clicks of his belt coming undone. "can't even recognize you right now." you'd much rather just not speak. mind too foggy with lust.

he easily ripped your little fishnet tights off you. whatever, they were from the dollar store anyways. and slid down your pink panties, chuckling when he saw the wet stain within them. "aw, all this for me?" as he sneakily tucked them into his pocket. as he freed himself from his pants, he nodded towards your shirt in the mirror's reflection. "take that off. wanna see those tits bounce." always swore you'd never listen to a man, yet you were quick to do what he said. he grinned when he saw them out. quick to give one a little slap, just to see them move around a bit.

he swiftly grabbed both your wrists in his one hand, noticeably very big. pinning them both down to your lower back. "it's a shame neither of us got handcuffs on us, huh, cop?" he joked as he pushed you over, using his other hand to push your skirt up to reveal your sopping wet cunt. he let his cock head glide against your folds, collecting some of your arousal on it. even rubbing his tip against your clit just for your own sake which sent jolts of pleasure through your body.

when he finally pushed himself in, you immediately gasped feeling that burning stretch. no wonder he always had girls on his dick, this thing was huge! real thick, too. he gave you a second to adjust, before slowly pushing in and out of your cunt. feeling your velvety walls stay nice and tight around him.

the feeling was all too much. moaning out, you let your head drop forwards to hang low as he started up his thrusts. which earned a tsk tsk from him, his free hand which weren't holding yours moved from your hip to your jaw, now holding your head up to make you watch yourself in the mirror. "need you to watch, can you do that for me, pretty girl?" you were fast to nod through moans, his words alone were giving you a clit hard-on.

he quickened his pace of thrusts. his talk continuously degrading, but with such sweet names in the mix. "taking this cock good, huh?" he spoke through little grunts. "like such a good slut. ye'made for it, baby." really, you shouldn't have gotten as tight as you did upon hearing that. feeling your walls squeeze against him did a number on leon, causing the blonde to throw his head back momentarily. "fuck– it's like she's sucking me in." he moaned out. and as in she, he obviously didn't mean you.

the room was filled with the lewd sounds of skin slapping and the squelching sounds your cunt made for him. that, plus both your moans, of course. maybe be a little grateful that the party music outside was loud enough to cover this all up, okay? he continued his thrusts, noticing the way you were getting closer. he's done many girls before, of course he can tell by now. his hand snaked down from holding your head up, to your clit. (but also giving your tits a quick squeeze as he moved), where he begun to rub you just in the way he learned majority of the girls he slept with liked. that, paired with the way his cock head kissed your cervix did a number on you. "you like that, baby? gonna cum all over this dick?" you made it very apparent that you in fact loved it actually, by the way you moaned his name and writhed for him.

as your orgasm began to topple near, leon found himself getting close too. really couldn't help himself, your tits in the mirror were just to mesmerizing. when he was really close, balls heavy with cum, he began his dirty talk again. "gonna cum inside this pussy, yeah?" he grunted. "like she's made for me, take it all." the sex was just all too good, and you were being sorta a pushover right now, so you really didn't care at this point!

his words pushed you right off the edge, as you began to writhe and cry out while you creamed around his cock. he took this as his cue to finally cum himself, throwing his head back in a low groan as he filled your cunt. "oh, fuckk yes–" he moaned out as your babbled through your orgasm, calling out his name and his only. that shit alone got him going as well.

as you both came down from your highs, he let go of you. quickly getting his pants back on. "well, i gotta bounce," he said in a hurry.

at least he did the you the courtesy of pulling your skirt back down. "hasta luego!" he shut the door again, leaving you in the bathroom of a party, out of breath, with his remnants spilling out your cunt. how fucking rude.

[orielyn-stories]

You Aren't Loveless

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Characters: Husk, Siren Ship: Pre-SmokinAces Summary: A few months after Siren comes to live at the Hazbin Hotel, she stumbles upon a sight she never thought she'd see. Maybe it wasn't the right time to try and show her true self but then again maybe it was. She'd never seen the grumpy bartender so broken before.

"I doubt Charlie, or Vaggie, would know I'd been to the bar this late," came the thoughts of a sinner cheetah demon as she sat up from her bed, having voiced her silent thoughts aloud to no one but the four walls of her room.

She'd gone to bed shortly after dinner as she'd had enough of the social-butterfly act for the day. Now she wanted nothing more than to spend time with someone. Anyone really. Her feet hit the ground and she found her clawed hand on the doorknob before she'd had time to think much more on it. She opened the door to her room and shut it quietly behind her as she opted for the stairs rather than the elevator. 

The female cheetah prowled down the steps to the lobby of the hotel. Her ebony ears flickering as she couldn't hear another soul within the main lobby sitting area. She preferred it that way in the long run; never one for large crowds nor other sinners to be fair. She loved her solitude. At least this was the façade she had adopted once coming to live in the Hotel.

Her left ear darted quickly towards the bar as she heard the soft, hand muffled hiccup of a sob. Her crimson orbs followed shortly after as she shifted her body towards the muffled sounds.

She came around the staircase as the bar came into view of her searching crimson orbs. She never appeared to care for anyone at the hotel but deep down she was starting to see them as a found family, and she'd be damned if any of them were hurt and she didn't try to comfort them. The female cheetah halted her movements when her eyes laid upon the grumpy chimera bartender.

His head was pillowed by his large forearms as they encased his face. His shoulder shook as another muffled sob was captured within the depths of his soot colored fur.

The female cheetah's heart broke as she stepped towards the bar, making sure to keep quiet at least until she made it to the scratched surface of the bar. She stilled herself once more as she watched him for mere seconds before slowly reaching her right hand out towards the chimera.

Her fingers had just brushed his left forearm as his head shot up. The female cheetah froze as she watched his golden orbs. They shown with a pain not many ever saw from the grumpy bartender. She worked up the courage as she spoke, "Hey, you okay Husk?"

The male chimera gave a low growl as he quickly pulled his soot grey forearms to wrap, tightly, around his face. His growling growing louder, "FUCK OFF KID!!"

the female cheetah opened her mouth as she started to come back with a remark, but as her crimson orbs fell over Husk's shaking body she couldn't make herself do it. She closed her mouth as her teeth pressed together behind pressing lips. She was full of concern and she didn't want to leave then--no matter the growling that continued to come from the chimera bartender.

"You were cryin' Husk," came the soft voice as her hands started reaching once more for him.

Husk raised his head from his concealing arms as he turned his head to the right. He wanted to stay out of her sight. He wasn't meant to be found like this. Hell it was well after two AM and no one was supposed to be awake. But somehow she had known or rather had taken a guess once more and found him like this. He hated her for it and yet there was something else there.

What that "something" was? He wasn't sure and he would rather spend his days in the Hotel not finding out.

"Husk, you were cryin'. Talk to me, I'm here," the female cheetah tried again.

Husk felt his cheeks heating up as he forced his head further from her view. He wasn't going to allow her to see the tears that held tight to the edges of his golden orbs. He wasn't broken enough for that; nor would he ever be!

"I wasn't. I'm fine Kid. Go back to bed," came his shaken reply. He hated how broken his rough voice sounded. If he had wanted to fool her into believing he hadn't been crying he should have started with his voice.

He stiffened when he felt two arms reached around him. His bushy red eyebrows brushing against them as he turned his head slightly. Soot grey spotted arms met his gaze as they started to pull him towards their owner. Husk couldn't find it within himself to fight back and let himself be pulled.

"Uh...Siren what are yo-"

He was cut off as she pulled him into a tight hug. His head resting against her breasts. Husk let himself rest there for a few seconds before he started to pull away. He didn't want to be cared about. There was no room in anyone's heart, nor soul, for him. He was a waste of time. A lost cause.

With his thoughts fueling him, he growled as it vibrated against the cheetah sinner. He was relieved to find it had worked as she released her hold on him. Husk pulled away as quick, but reluctantly, as he could manage. Though it proved not to be fast enough as he found her warm hand resting against the right side of his face.

Tears had formed once more as he felt them cascade down his cheeks. He hated himself for the display he was giving. He was never this weak around anyone.

Not Nifty.

Not Charlie.

Not Vaggie.

Not Angel.

Not Alastor. Definitely not that bastard.

But he couldn't make himself stop. The tears kept coming as golden orbs locked with crimson orbs. The look of concern, care, and something else that graced the cheetah sinner's face was enough to keep doing him in. He tried to pull away as he felt her grip tighten. He lowered his eyes as he felt even the growl within his throat die away. He couldn't make himself be cruel to the cheetah female.

Satan he hated this. He was trapped and he knew it.

He felt his entire body freeze as soft lips were pressed to his forehead as he felt his face being pulled back up ever so slightly.

"You're not fine Husk. I know that pain you're hiding, I'm not leaving," her voice was strong but gentle as she placed her forehead against his. 

Her lips being replaced by her forehead had Husk looking directly back into those crimson orbs. There was an emotion there that Husk hadn't seen in many years. Far too many years if he was being completely honest with himself. He felt his wings start to flutter from against his back as they branched out. He wanted to fight them as he hated them just as much as he hated himself, but he felt that "something" stopping him once more.

"I'm gonna stay right here with you. I'm not leavin'. Be as cruel as you wish but I'm not leaving you Husk. You aren't hated and you damn sure aren't loveless as you make yourself believe. I can see it in your eyes. I'm not leaving."

His wings flared out as they embraced her and pulled her top half up over the bar and braced her against him. Husk could feel her shaking as her words fell away with the embrace she was given. He heaved a heavy sigh as he placed his clawed hands upon the middle of her back, keeping her close. He could hate himself later on right now this felt right.

He finished pulling her closer as her bottom came to sit on the scratched bar surface. His arms keeping her in place as his wings completely embraced them. The tears had stopped as the shaking had subsided. Husk laid his head atop the female cheetah's as he pulled her from the bar, having her fully engulfed in his body and wings.

Husk wasn't sure when her shaking had subsided but he kept her close. His golden orbs opening as he looked at her softly flickering ebony ears and the crimson hair that faded black at the tips. They were details he knew by heart, even if he never said a word out loud; they made the Hotel feel more at home.

Maybe just this once, since being in Hell, he could let someone in. Maybe just this once.

"Thank you Siren."

[kaithecoolkid09]

"Just write" -by Kai Harmon (Kelli)

"Just write"

I told myself. A blank page staring back at me. The bright screen almost blinding me. it’s crazy, Seeing myself struggle to write just a sentence. I wasn’t like this. Writing  out nothing use to be my specialty. It’s hard to find myself doing that now. It was easy, writing from just the things I was thinking about. I wrote from sadness, that’s what it was.

It’s not like I was good at it. It was bad. I knew it was bad, but for some reason I just kept going. It felt natural to me to just keep writing. The words flowed out of me like running water. Now, a river thats all dried out.

As I write I hear three knocks on the door, my mother is at the door. “Honey?” My mother said, I know she is concerned. She’s been worrying about me more and more lately. Honestly, it’s surprising. She really doesn’t worry about me, or even ask if anything is wrong. Recently she’s been asking me if things are okay. I tell her the same thing, “Mom I’m fine” I tell her. The door creaks as she opens the door, stepping on the creaking steps lightly. “I’ve got your dinner.” She smiles as she comes over to my desk, looking over my shoulder as she puts the plate on my desk. Her peering eyes looking at the bright computer screen as I type.  “What are you writing hun?” she asks as she comes closer and closer to the screen. I shut my computer screen down fast. I jumped up just as quick. “Mom! I’ll just eat and go to bed.” I yelled, my face burning up red from embracement. “I’ll come down and eat with y’all!” I said, grabbing my plate and quickly walking down the stairs to the microwave.

“Well look who got off their “electronic device” to join her family for dinner” My dad said sarcastically as he started blankly at me. Watching me like a hawk as I heated up my food.  “His family” my mom corrected my dad, “I’m sorry hun, your father is new to all of this, you know this.” She said, speaking in a soft tone. I rolled my eyes as the beeping of the microwave went off. I sat at the table, all eyes on me. All their eyes felt like dangers in my heart. I ate my food with my head down, trying not to cry. “So? How’s school going?” my mother asked my older sister. “All is well, nothing to complin about.” My sister said proudly. “Yeah unlike this fuck up your actually going places instead of sitting in that room just typing away on that laptop of hers” my father said as he praised my sister. Ha, I always hated my father. He was such an asshole to me.  Always praising my siblings, and never me. “Robert! Our SON isn’t a “fuck up”. He’s doing just as well as angelica is. He is doing amazing in school. He gets all A’s, and he is a pro programmer. You know this!” My mother says as she tries her hardest to defend me. Nothing is ever good enough for that man. The only one who is good enough for him is HER.

I zoned out and then I heard my sister’s voice. “What about you?” It broke the screaming inside my head. My hands shaking, tears about to come from my face. “I-I” the words were trying to break through then my sister spoke. “Hey, can we talk in the other room for a moment?” She whispered. “Yeah. sure...” I said as I stood up and excused myself from the table, she did the same. Me and her went into the living room, I was confused because I didn’t know why she wanted to talk to me. My head was everywhere in that moment. I zoned out again, then she broke through, puting her hand on my shoulder. Her hand was warm, and her smile was kind. For a that moment I felt the warmth of family. It felt like sunshine hitting me in the cold.

Her voice felt like a breath of fresh air. “Hey, I’m sorry about dad Layl- I mean Liam. He’s always been like this. Recently after your um new change it’s been hard for him to adjust. I’m here for you lil s- bro.” The warmth soon faded after we headed back to the table. Before I went into the dining room she whispered in my ear, “Hey, I love you lil bro” I felt that warmth hit my ears. I grinned at her as we sat down.

“Aww my dear daughter. I’m so happy that you came to visit us!” My father said as he looked at me in disgust once again praising my older sister. I knew deep down he wanted me dead. I saw it in the look of his dark black soul less eyes. He wanted nothing more than my death. His glace shook me and everything froze, as it did, I felt like I heard something. Whispers? I asked myself. I heard it again. That time even more loud. I could not ignore it; it became louder and louder. More like shouting. The voice was yelling- no screaming my name. I got up from the table and followed it. “Where are you going?!” he shouted as he jumped up from the table and ran over and grabbed my arm. I shock him off still presenting the loud screaming. My mother and older sister both jumped up just as quickly as my father did, but instead of following me they just started at me and my father in confusion “Robert! Liam! What are you doing!” Both me and my father ignored my mother. My sister just stood there, not knowing what was going on. “Liam!” my mother shouted again, but I ignored.

“That voice...” I told them, “It sounds like… Jacob…” I stopped. My father did to. Everyone froze as I said those words. Our brother… my bother. the only person who knew the truth about this family. How cruel and unforgiving they were, how unloving they are. “Hey!’ the voice yelled. The door flinged open, I was shocked to see a heavenly figure come from the door. As it got closer and closer to me and my father it looked like my brother, Jacob. ”Jacob?” I said with a dumbfounded look on my face.

[fiction-is-life]

oh my gosh i just had this idea but what about Topper with Rose's daughter (not wards,relationship before him). Topper and Sarah didn't happen. and like she is really close with Wheezie and Rafe?? and a cute mother/daughter relationship for her and Rose please??

A Little Push

Summary:  Topper and (Y/N) need a little help to accept what they feel for each other.  

Requested: I hope this is what you wanted, love!!  

Warnings: Fluff, awkwardness, endearingly annoying siblings, super long 

“So, (Y/N), what’s new with you?” Her step-dad, Ward, asked her as the whole family was sitting at dinner.  (Y/N) had just taken a bite of the chicken dish their cook had made, and her little sister took advantage of her inability to speak to do what little sisters do - embarrass her.

“She has a crush,” Wheezie gushed, an evil glint in her eye.  (Y/N) glared at her sister, still chewing.

Rose raised an eyebrow, trying to keep her smile hidden so as to not embarrass her daughter more, sharing a look with her husband.  “Really?  Who is this Casanova?” she asked, taking a sip of her Chardonnay.  

“Topper, obviously,” Sarah spoke up with a grin, earning a glare from (Y/N) as well.  Sometimes (Y/N) really hated having sisters.

Ward smiled, “Topper?” He thought for a minute before nodding his head as if he had decided something of great importance.  “I suppose he is good enough for my daughter.”

(Y/N) shrunk in embarrassment even as she swelled with pride at Ward’s words; he had never made a distinction in how he viewed her even if she was his step-daughter.  He had been the only father figure in her life since her biological dad wanted nothing to do with her and Rose; she had even taken his last name when her mom married him.  (Y/N) looked down at her plate, pushing her food around with her fork absently.  “I do not…” she protested, but she lacked conviction.

Sarah knocked into her shoulder lightly from where she sat beside her.  “Oh, come on, (Y/N/N), there’s nothing to be shy about.  Topper totally likes you too, right, Rafe?”  The blonde looked at her brother who just so happened to also be best friends with Topper.  

“While usually I would never break bro code and tell a girl if a guy liked them, you’re my sister, so I’ll tell you…” Rafe spoke.  He gave a dramatic pause before finishing his statement, making (Y/N) squirm which her parents noticed.  “He totally is head over heels for you.  Like, the guy never shuts up about you,” Rafe explained, his slightly bored expression that he usually wore present on his face.  

(Y/N) bit the side of her cheek and pursed her lips to try to hide her smile because she knew her family would never let her live it down if they could prove they were right.  Once she had more control over her face, she looked up, saying earnestly, “I swear I don’t like him.  We are just friends.”

Everyone at the table wore the same exact sly smile, but none of them said anything, finally giving her a break.  She was grateful that they had dropped the subject.  However, Wheezie had to have the last word on any topic, so she added, “We’ll just have to see how you react tomorrow at the garden party.”  She stuffed a bite of chicken into her mouth, continuing to talk around it, “By the way, can I borrow your purple sundress and white sandals?  I have to look better than Mackenzie.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Sure, Wheeze.”  Tomorrow was going to be torture.

~

A persistent knocking was heard on the bathroom door the next morning.  “Just a second, Wheeze, then I will get my shoes for you!” (Y/N) shouted, assuming that it was the young teen who was bothering her.  

“It’s not Wheezie, it’s me,” her mother said.  (Y/N) could hear her laugh through the door before continuing, “I think Wheezie already got what she wanted, plus a piece or two of Sarah’s jewelry.” 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes good naturedly, opening the door, “Of course she did.  What do you need, mom?”

Rose smiled, looking at the outfit (Y/N) decided to wear, noting that it was both new and one of (Y/N)’s favorites because of how it flattered her.  “I just wanted to see if you needed to talk or anything.  About boys maybe…” Her mom trailed off, her eyes glowing with a deceptive innocence.  

(Y/N) groaned, “Mom…”

Rose threw her hands up in surrender, “I know, I know.  I just want you to know that I am always here to talk, but I know talking to your mom is not always what teenage girls want to do.”

(Y/N) bit her lip, contemplating whether she wanted to open up or not - talking about it would make it real and she wasn’t sure if she wanted that.  But who else would understand?  She wasn’t as outgoing as Sarah who would tell her just to ask him out herself, and Wheezie was too young.  And she definitely wasn’t gonna tell Rafe; as close as they were, they usually bonded over sports, not talks about boys.  Also, he was still her big brother, and he would torment her endlessly about liking his best friend.  She was out of options.  (Y/N) sighed, relenting, “Fine, but there’s not much to say.  I really like Topper, but he definitely doesn’t like me back.”  She shrugged, going back to fixing her hair.  

Rose leaned her hip against the counter.  “Well, how are you so sure he doesn’t like you, sweetheart?”

(Y/N) shrugged her shoulders again, brushing her hair with a bit more intensity than she meant to.  “Because he never notices me.  If he liked me, he would seek me out, but he doesn’t,” she spat.  “He always just stays with Rafe and Kelce.”  

“Well, maybe he just gets shy around you.  You are his best friend’s sister, after all,” Rose offered.  

(Y/N) put the brush down, signalling that she was done with the conversation.  “I should go see if Wheezie needs help,” she stated before walking out of the room before her mom could ask any more probing questions.

~

“Hey, (Y/N), how are you?”  It was him.  Topper.  Thornton.  At the punch table with her.  He looked so incredibly handsome wearing a turquoise button down shirt that brought out the color of his eyes.  

She smiled broadly, “Hey, Topper, I’m good, how are you?”  She wanted to add something cute and clever, but her mind could barely come up with the proper reply to the traditional greeting he gave her.

He smiled charmingly, “I’m better now that I see you.”  

She nodded, a close-lipped smile on her face accompanied by wide eyes.  “Cool,” she squeaked, taking her drink and quickly crossing the lawn to where her family was lounging, mentally chastising herself the whole way there.  She plopped down between Sarah and Wheezie with a huff.

Sarah looked from her sister back to the punch table where Topper looked both confused and hurt, his lips formed into a pout and his forehead scrunched up.  Sarah turned back to (Y/N), noting her wide eyes and panicked breathing.  “What happened, (Y/N/N)?  Why does Topper look like you just kicked his puppy after stealing his ice cream cone?” she asked, tilting her sunglasses down to raise a scolding eyebrow at (Y/N).

(Y/N) threw her head back onto the lounge chair, groaning, “I am too awkward to exist on this planet, that’s what happened.”  Wheezie put down her phone at (Y/N)’s pitiful tone, genuinely worried since (Y/N) usually didn’t express her feelings out loud.  

Sarah was worried too, and she knew the only way that the day would end happily for everyone was to step in herself.  However, Sarah Cameron was not known for her tact, but perhaps a lack of couth was just what both parties needed.  Without notice, Sarah stood up, saying, “I’m thirsty,” and walked to the punch table.  

~

God, Topper felt so stupid.  She probably hates me now, he thought.  He took a sip of his punch, wishing it could transport him to anywhere but this stupid party.  Next thing he knew he was hit on the back, making him choke on his drink.  Once he regained order over his own body, he turned to see who had hit him, assuming Rafe or Kelce, but he was completely taken aback when he saw Sarah Cameron in front of him, looking like a stern school teacher with her arms crossed over her chest and foot tapping on the grass.  

“Topper, you like (Y/N), right?” she asked.  She didn’t give him time to think, so his nod in the affirmative was unguardedly truthful.  “Good, (Y/N) likes you too, but she is too shy to show it.  You need to make the first move and ask her out.”  Sarah started to walk away, but before she could get more than three steps away, she snapped her fingers, remembering something.  “Oo, also, she likes walking on the beach at sunset - just so you know.”  She smiled, walking back to the lounge chairs where the Camerons were congregated.

Topper grinned, his heart filling with hope.  He straightened his shirt, running his hand through his hair to make sure it still looked okay.  He now had a plan.  

~

When Sarah returned to her sisters, (Y/N) was still in a slightly catatonic state, but she mustered up the energy to ask, “What are you up to, Sarah?”

Sarah just smirked, saying, “Nothing, I was just really thirsty all of a sudden.”  However, (Y/N) would have noticed if her eyes were open that Sarah didn’t even hold a drink in her hand, but she did wink at Wheezie, signalling that she had a trick up her sleeve.  “Hey, Wheeze, how about we go get some food,” she asked, but it was definitely not a request.

Wheezie jumped up quickly, saying, “Yeah, I’m starved!  We’ll get you something, (Y/N/N), since you just sat down.”

Sarah also got up, saying absently, “Yeah, we will.  Hey, Rafe!”  Getting her brother’s attention, she motioned him over, “Come get food with us.”  Seeing his readiness to resist her command, she added, “Now,” with a subtle nod to (Y/N).  When Rafe saw his step-sister’s state, he nodded - although he was still confused - and followed Sarah and Wheezie into the house to get food.  

~

(Y/N) stirred when she heard somebody sit beside her a few minutes later.  “Were there any crostinis in the house?” she asked, rolling her head to the side on the back of the chair, not caring if it messed up her hair before opening her eyes.

Topper’s blue eyes and perfect bone structure met her gaze instead of one of her siblings’ faces.  “I think I saw some earlier.  Do you want to go get some food with me and we can check?”  He looked down, taking a deep breath, before meeting her hopeful gaze again, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth.  She leaned a little closer towards him in order to catch what he said next, “And maybe if that goes well, we can go on a date?  Maybe to the Island Club?”

(Y/N) felt like she could cry from happiness.  “That sounds nice; I guess it’s a date?” she giggled.

He smiled, too, letting it light up his whole face, “I guess it is.  I’ll pick you up at 6:30 on Wednesday?”  

“Sounds great,” she breathed, beaming.

~

It was a good thing Tanneyhill was slightly removed from its neighbors because from the sounds emerging from it, one could easily think that somebody was getting murdered in the house on that Wednesday evening.  The reality was far worse.  Ward and Rafe had sequestered themselves in the study as all four females of the house descended upon (Y/N)’s closet, helping her decide what to wear for her date.

“A black dress is so classic.”

“She’s going on a first date, not to her third husband’s funeral, Rose.”

“But she looks so good in this dress.”

“But she would look even better in this green dress.”

“Why can’t she wear blue?  I bet Topper shows up in blue.  He looks really good in blue.”

“That’s true, Wheeze, how about you go ask Rafe to snapchat Topper and see what shirt he’s wearing.”

“On it!”

“Wait, do we want her to match or just compliment because if it’s the second, then the green or the purple would look better.”

“Oo, good point, Rose.  Maybe we need a man’s opinion.  I’ll text Wheezie to send dad and Rafe up.”

“Good idea.  (Y/N), honey, can you put on the green dress, your dad and Rafe are coming up.”

“Topper is wearing blue! Rafe was being a butt, though, and wouldn’t let me see at first.”

“Are the boys coming up, Wheezie?”

“Yeah, I stole Rafe’s phone, so they’re both right behind me.”

“Oh, good!”

“Wheezie, give me my -”

“Ready!” (Y/N) stepped out of her closet, a pale yellow fit and flare dress hugging her curves.  Half of her hair was loosely pulled back in a bun, and the rest fell down her back in waves.  She twirled slightly, a shy smile on her face.  “How do I look?”  

Her entire family smiled, saying in unison, “Perfect!” 

Downstairs, the doorbell was heard.  “He’s here!” (Y/N) squealed, her anxiety returning.

Rafe moved towards the door, “I’ll go get the door, (Y/N/N).  There’s no need to worry, though, it’s just Topper.”

After she heard Rafe open the door, she took a deep breath, straightened her dress even though it didn’t need it, and headed down the stairs.  As she made her way down the winding staircase, she watched her feet, trying not to trip.  She only looked up when she reached the bottom, finally noting Topper’s awestruck appearance.  Rafe was nowhere to be seen, now.

His lips curled into a shy smile, “You look beautiful, (Y/N).”

She smiled, doing a little twist and biting her lip, “Thank you.  You look really beautiful as well.”  Her eyes widened, “I mean handsome; you look handsome, Topper.”

He chuckled, “Thank you.  Are you ready to go?  I made us a reservation at the Island Club.”

“That sounds perfect.  Let’s get going!”

~

“So you lost your swim trunks?”  (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh, drawing quite a bit of attention to she and Topper.

He chuckled, too, “Yeah, I had to find them before anyone noticed.  Ever since then, I make sure they are tied tight for surf competitions.”  The date was going splendidly, any awkwardness forgotten as the couple settled into easy conversation.  

(Y/N) sipped on her drink, finally getting a hold of herself, “That’s nothing.  One time my pants split at recess while on the swings, and I had to wear my uncle’s pants for the rest of the day because he was the only one available to get me clothes.  They were huge on me.  At least you had the coverage of water.”

Topper laughed, “I don’t know, mine was pretty bad; there were TV cameras and stuff there.”

“Oof, you didn’t say that before.  Yours was definitely worse then.”  Her eyes almost closed from how hard she was laughing, and Topper thought it must be the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.  He couldn’t even be distracted enough from the pretty young woman before him to act condescending to JJ Maybank when he brought them their check.

When Topper brought out his credit card to pay the bill, (Y/N)’s lips formed a small frown, “Aww, I’m not ready for the night to be over.  I’m having a really good time with you.”

Topper smirked, “Well, then I guess it’s good that I planned something else, too.”  He held out his hand for her to take, and she grasped it eagerly, curious as to what he had planned.

~

She didn’t have to wait long to find out.  Topper quickly drove to a smaller beach that only locals frequented.  It was deserted by this time in the evening,as the colors of the sunset were just starting to reflect on the water, pink mixing with blue to create a soft, romantic atmosphere.  (Y/N) couldn’t help but think that it was the most picturesque sunset she had ever witnessed in all her life as she walked barefooted with Topper, holding onto his arm with both of her hands.

“I’m really glad Sarah told me about your feelings.  Otherwise I probably would never have worked up the courage to finally ask you out.  Knowing that you liked me too was even enough for me to endure Rafe’s speech about not messing things up and hurting you.”  He looked into her eyes, “Not that I would ever do something to hurt you on purpose.”

(Y/N) bit her lip with her two front teeth, “Rafe did that?  I’m so sorry…”

Topper grinned, “Course he did, isn’t that what older brothers do?  I’m just glad I didn’t get the combined force of him and Ward.  Rafe threatening to throw me to the gators was plenty of warning, ” he teased.

(Y/N) laughed, “Yeah, that would have been a little more nerve-wracking, but I’m glad you didn’t let it deter you.”

He squeezed one of her hands resting on his arm, “Never.  You mean too much to me.”  

They walked in a comfortable silence back to his Jeep once the sun had set completely, basking in each other’s presence.  On the ride back to Tanneyhill, soft music from the early 1960’s accompanied their conversation, aiding in their attempt to know the other better.  Neither of them wanted the night to end, but, alas, the car ride was over much too quickly.

Topper walked her to the front door, both knowing what they wanted to happen next, but neither knowing how to achieve it.  Topper scratched the back of his neck, a nervous tick (Y/N) had noticed he employed often, “Hey (Y/N), would you maybe want to be my date to Midsummer’s?”

She beamed - that event was not even on her radar yet, but she couldn’t be more glad that he was thinking even a month and a half into their future.  She decided to be bold, “I would love to, but maybe we should go on a few more dates before then?”

Topper sighed, relieved, “You read my mind.”  

They stood there for another half a minute, “Well, I should probably go in…”  She turned to open the door, but Topper grabbed her hand, stopping her.

“Wait! I…”  Topper stammered.

“Yes?”  (Y/N) looked at him, her eyes brimming with hope, giving Topper the courage he lacked.

“May I kiss you?” he asked softly, brushing a piece of hair that had come loose from the breezy night behind her ear.

(Y/N) couldn’t believe her ears, a small, content smile gracing her face.  “You may,” she whispered back.  At her permission, he raised a hand to cup her face, running his thumb lightly over her smooth skin, leaning in as he did so.  When he was only a few inches from her face, his eyes flickered up to hers, making sure she still wanted his kiss.  When she gave no indication that he should stop, he closed the remaining distance between them.  The kiss was feather-light, his lips moving over hers as gently as a whisper of a summer breeze, but it still sent a lightning-like thrill all the way to her toes.  It was over all too soon, yet it was still everything she could have wished for for her first kiss.

As her eyes fluttered open, she felt rather than heard Topper whisper, “Wow.”

She bit her lip, her shyness returning, “Wow, indeed.  Thank you again, Topper.  Have a great rest of your night.”  She turned to the door again, but her body changed its plan before she reached it, quickly turning back to where he stood, raising up on her toes to give him a quick peck on the cheek.  Giggling, she pulled back and finally ran into her house, surprised at her boldness.  

For his part, Topper was on Cloud 9, slowly walking to his Jeep, looking back at the building that now hid her from his view like a lovestruck fool every step of the way.  He finally shook himself back into the present and started his truck when he heard the muffled squeals of the women now surrounding her, excited that the date had gone well enough to culminate in not one but two kisses goodnight.

~

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