#it was one of my favourites and the only one of her that i had

[5sospenguinqueen]

Look Ma, I Made It | Liam Lawson x O'Ward! Reader

Summary: For years, you've been known as the younger sister of Indy driver, Pato O'Ward. Now you're going viral for a very different reason, all thanks to a small feature on F1 Wags.

Warnings: fluff, swearing, suggestive comment, being a liam lawson apologist 

Requested: yes by anon. i know you changed the fc to claudia cook gomez but i already had this planned and i couldn't find enough pics for her so i’m really sorry 

Faceclaim: Shira Klein 

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yn_oward what do you mean this doofus got to drive an f1 car on our home turf??? he’s going to be unbearable after this 

22,590 comments 

patriciooward photographic evidence as to why i am the favourite child 

→ yn_oward “oo i can drive cars fast. i can pull off the colour orange” yeah, well, i can down a pitcher of mojitos in 6 seconds

→ elbaoward pride and joy of the family 

olliebearman only you could turn a post about your brother into a shameless selfie share

→ yn_oward but how hot am i 

→ olliebearman i fear there’s no safe way to answer this 

→ user1 every day ollie wonders why he chose to befriend y/n liked by olliebearman

liamlawson30 what do you mean you were in the paddock and didn’t come and say hello? 

→ user2 why would she?

→ user3 because they were friends growing up

→ yn_oward i couldn't get away from my fans (pato)

→ patriciooward nurse, she got out again 

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liamlawson30 mexican madness

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user4 excuse me, mr lawson, sir. is that a woman?? 

yukitsunoda0511 that angle does me dirty. why do i look so small?

→ visacashapprb i think there’s something we need to tell you… 

user5 i’m confused. did anyone else know he was in a relationship?

user6 is this what gen z call a soft launch? 

yn_oward you’re strong enough to carry a woman? those noodle arms look like they’d snap 

→ liamlawson30 i’m going to pretend like that didn’t hurt my feelings

→ user7 this feels flirtatious to me 

→ user8 and pato liked this post?? 

olliebearman another victim of the ‘my legs are tired’ club,  i see 

→ user9 you know this woman?

→ user10 quick, someone make a list of potential people 

jackdoohan oh it’s finally happening 

→ user11 what do you know

→ user12 let us in 

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yn_oward autumn dump 🍂🍁

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patriciooward i have a reputation to maintain. take this down. i am a serious athlete 

→ arrowmclaren we’ve already passed this on to your trainer

user1 why is no one else commenting on the hoodie photo 

→ patriciooward because we are disgusted and trying to ignore it 

→ user2 i think it’s hot 

user3 so her brother only gets one pic, her bestie only gets one pic but her soft launch gets two!! 

→ user4 y/n’s man, reveal yourself! 

liamlawson30 it looks like you’re trying to smother that man 

→ yn_oward i can assure you, he enjoyed it

→ patriciooward ewwwww

olliebearman the pinata deserved it!

→ yn_oward if i remember correctly, you didn’t end up breaking it

→ olliebearman you’re next 🏌🏻

→ patriciooward get her ass

→ yn_oward why does your social media never get taken away from you. @/arrowmclaren do better 

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f1wags breaking news! y/n o’ward was caught coming out of liam lawson’s garage during the mexican grand prix. the newest f1 driver was snapped pulling her back for a kiss goodbye 

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user5 he pulled her???

user6 i think liam should release a manual on how to convince a girl wayyyy out of your league to date you 

user7 not charles liking this. he’s such a gossip girl 

→ user8 i bet he sent it to pierre

user9 so this is why they were soft launching around the same time

→ user10 i just thought it was coincidental 

→ user11 that’s because no one thought the cars maniac could pull y/n o’ward 

user12 pato liked this 😂

user13 why is everyone acting like liam lawson ain’t fine??

→ user14 what i’m saying! y/n o’ward is panty dropping but liam is hella fine as well

→ user15 i think if he had a different haircut, it would be over for the rest of the grid 

yn_oward hey look ma, i made it 

yn_oward and everyone thought pato was the famous sibling 

→ olliebearman this is your only reaction to this? 

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patriciooward yes, they are disgustingly sweet together. i have suffered for the past 3 years so now you lot can too 

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elbaoward i hope you had permission to post these, pato

→ patriciooward why? it’s not like they haven’t been caught already. everyone knows. she’s a pinned post on f1 wags 

→ yn_oward i’m a famous lady 

olliebearman these are the nice photos btw, guys. i have ones of them fighting each other

→ user1 we need to see these as well

→ yn_oward i am a lady. i am polite and docile

→ liamlawson30 baby, they’ve all seen photos that indicate otherwise

visacashapprb it’s nice to see pictures that don’t include y/n trying to climb liam like a tree 

→ patriciooward that is not a comment i want to see ever again 

yn_oward i knew you secretly liked us because these candids are so cute. wtf pato. i didn’t know you were capable of niceness 

→ patriciooward why have you misinterpreted the point of this point. i’m trying to embarras you 

→ yn_oward you love me, and my boyfriend 

→ liamlawson30 i’m really feeling the love bro. a whole post dedicated to us 

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Bonus

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yn_oward usually when your man gets a haircut without telling you, it ruins your sex drive. that was not the case today

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olliebearman i don’t think we should be friends if you’re going to continue this way 

→ jackdoohan i second that because bleurgh 

kimi.antonelli i miss when i couldn't read

→ yn_oward i didn’t know you were old enough to know how to 

patriciooward ew. ew. ew. ew. ew

→ patriciooward just ew

→ patriciooward blocked, deleted, removed

→ patriciooward i’m going to go and pluck out my own eyeballs

→ arrowmclaren no. you need them to race 

redbullracing we’re going to need to have a chat about pr 

→ yn_oward crap. @/liamlawson30 either you quit or we break up 

→ liamlawson30 nice try, babe. based on the way you threw yourself at me when i walked through the door, i don’t think you’ll let me go 

→ redbullracing we’re going to need to have a chat about pr 

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[leafbowl]

Sometimes, Tim got so exhausted that he forgot where he was. Then there were the times when he got so exhausted that he forgot when he was. This was something all of the bats were aware of and they tried to accommodate him, reminding him of the correct date.

When Harley Quinn joined the bats, sometimes Tim slipped up in the most horrible way.

"HIYA BATS!" Harley yelled as she appeared out of nowhere in the Batcave. She grinned, hands behind her back as she rocked slightly. Bruce gave her an unamused look. She over-exaggerated a pout. "You're borin', B-man." She turned to the gaggle of birds mulling about. She smiled big at them all. "Hi Birdies!"

There was a chorus of hellos, some of them half-hearted and distractedly. Tim, who was on his eighteenth cup of coffee (he had started over his limit with each person, only ever drinking a cup in front of certain people (he limit was two)), looked at her, furrowed his eyebrows and then made a face like he was arguing with himself. It confused Harley but she didn't mention it. This was normal for the bats, Timmy especially.

Shaking off his thoughts, Tim smiled softly at Harley. "Hey, Mom." He then turned and went back to his work. Harley froze. Bruce froze. Dick paled, starting to shake. The three of them all stared at Tim, Harley with her mouth open in shock. She wasn't disturbed by it, being Timmy's mother was actually one of the good memories she had with Joker. Of course, the circumstances weren't good but Timmy was a good kid.

"Hi," Harley said carefully. "You feelin' okay, sweetheart?" She thought the endearment might make this easier. It didn't. Dick looked like he was going to be sick. He kept glancing between Harley and Tim. Bruce couldn't look away from the, now, confused boy.

"Mhm," Tim hummed. He took a sip of his coffee and when his eyes settled on Harley again, he tilted his head rather adorably. "Why do you ask?"

"You..." Harley laughed nervously. "You called me Mom."

Timmy's eyebrows drew together. "Okay... I won't call you Mom anymore but... you are my mom." He seemed very confused but he didn't seem upset or traumatised by the fact he had slipped. He also didn't seem to be like JJ in any other way.

So, Harley nodded slowly. "Okay, Pun'kin," she said, smiling again. "Continue with ya work. Ya doin' a good job."

Tim smiled at the praise and nodded, continuing on his case work. Harley turned to Batman. He looked out of it. Harley looked at Nightwing. Dick looked... like he wanted to punch something. Harley ignored them both and went to get what she'd come for: Alfred's cookies. He had baked her favourite because she hadn't killed anyone in three weeks. Three weeks! It was exciting.

Later, after Tim had slept for sixteen hours straight and was finally aware of where he was, Duke pulled him to the side and sat him down, Steph and Cass sitting on the couch in front of him. Tim narrowed his eyes at them, knowing they were up to something. But Duke looked almost... nervous. He sat down on the couch in between Steph and Cass. "What's up guys?" Tim asked warily.

"We wanted to invite you into our club," Duke said slowly. His shoulders sagged. "We have a bit of a 'our parents aren't dead but they're absent' club. Mine are just..." Duke looked off to the side, eyes glazing over as they usually did when he thought of his parents. "Broken. We'll fix them." Cass set a hand on his arm and he snapped out of it. He turned to her and smiled his thanks. Then he turned to Tim who was fucking confused.

"What are you going on about?" Tim asked. "Both of my parents-"

"We're talking bio parents," Steph put it. She slumped back against the couch. "Also, I'm mad at you that you didn't tell me you had a bio mom."

Tim only got more confused. What were they talking about?

"We heard you call Harley 'Mom' the other day," Duke said. He gave a bit of a smile but Tim couldn't find anything funny with that statement. When the fuck had he called Harley his mother? He hadn't done that in years. It was a hard fix when he first got back but he hadn't slipped up in a long time.

"Still love you," Cass promised, reaching over to take one of Tim's hands. She smiled warmly. "Even if Quinn is mother."

Tim just stared at her. He... He didn't know what to say. Even if he told them that Harley wasn't actually his mum, they wouldn't believe him unless he told them why he had called Harley 'Mom' in the first place- and he really didn't want to do that. So he didn't. He just nodded and sagged against the armchair he was sitting in. He could vaguely recall him saying something about it being good to get his secret out.

After that, Tim started going to the club meetings (it was mostly just fucking around on an inflatable course) with Steph, Duke and Cass. He figured that they wouldn't talk about it with anyone if he asked so there was really no harm in correcting them. Besides, Harley had been his mother at one point. And she wasn't a bad mum, she was just... Harley Quinn. She didn't treat Tim any different compared to his siblings other than the fact she held a certain fondness for him that he reciprocated.

Nothing could go wrong.

Something went wrong. He got so used to thinking of Harley as his mum that he started calling her that without thinking about it. At first it was just to her, which she brushed off as him making some kind of joke or it being a way to deal with his trauma, and then it was to other people.

"What did you do today, babybird?" Dick asked as he, Jason and Tim were sitting on a roof. Jason was trying to get Nightwing and Red Robin out of his territory but the two vigilantes didn't care.

Tim shrugged, swiftly side-stepping Jason's attempt as pushing him off the roof. "The usual, I guess. Oh! I saw Mom today. She wasn't doing anything so I went up to her as Tim and-"

"Wait, what?" Dick's eyebrows knitted together and Jason paused his rough-housing with his brother to stare at Tim. "Your... Mom?"

Tim nodded. "Yeah, my mom." He gave them both weird looks. And then he realised what he had done. He looked off and heard laughter echo around his mind. He ignored Junior and smiled at his brothers. "You know, Selina Kyle?"

Dick relaxed. Tim could physically see the tension seep from his body. Jason didn't look as placable. "Why're you callin' her mom?"

Tim shrugged. "She is kind of like our mom."

Tim could tell Jason narrowed his eyes at him even through the helmet. "Not really," he said, voice gruff through his voice changer. "And isn't Selina in Mexico?"

Tim froze. Dick looked between his brothers. "Tim..." He frowned. "Who were you talking about?"

Tim looked away from Dick. He needed to leave. He could feel something gnawing at the back of his throat. A laugh. Him. Tim let out a sharp breath that was close enough to a laugh to subdue the itch. "Doesn't matter," he said. He pulled out his grapple but Dick caught his wrist.

"Tim," Dick said firmly.

Tim glared at him and snatched his wrist back. "Don't touch me."

Dick reared back like Tim had slapped him. Tim gave a small gasp and covered his mouth. He hadn't meant to get angry, he hadn't meant to hiss at Dick. It wasn't his fault. He was just worried about Tim.

"Tim," Jason said carefully. "Tell him."

Tim stared at him. "No," he said. He didn't know how Jason knew but he wasn't surprised.

"He could help," Jason tried but he sounded... wrong. There was something uncomfortable about his posture. Another laugh crawled up Tim's throat and he wasn't ready for it so soon. It bubbled out of him and Dick paled. He went grey, his hands beginning to tremble.

Tim managed to quell the urge and stopped his laughter. He cleared his throat, turned, and fell off the side of the building, deciding running was the better option. Safer. It was best that Dick didn't know Junior was still in Tim's head, still lurking around. He was caged, his hands bound and his mouth gagged. Still, sometimes JJ got out of his binds. Sometimes he had enough influence over Tim that he snuck in a laugh or two, sometimes he pushed out the words Mom and Dad. He hadn't called Joker 'Dad' since it first happened. He wasn't ever going to do it again. He couldn't.

[amorchai]

𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐔𝐓.

this is a repost from my old blog. original post was 300 notes.

pairing(s): eddie munson x female!barista!reader

words: 1468

warnings/tags: barista!au, eddie being shy.

eddie liked to think he was a romantic. he enjoyed rom-coms more-so than crime or drama, and as much as he loved horror. he liked the thought of being in love and caring for a person, everything being irretrievably about them. buying someone flowers, kissing their cheeks, and playing the guitar for them.

however, he had never been in a relationship. so, why was it the second the opportunity to be provided with the things he’s yearned for that he’s being such a coward? eddie’s foot taps against the gravel outside the small café nervously while he waited to enter.

he leant against the wall, head low while his eyes scan the little notebook in one hand, the other hand’s thumb picking the nail polish off his pointer finger as he reads frantically and nervously. eddie came here every. single. day. yet he was too nervous to step inside.

step 1 – start light. ask her how she is. step 2 – react to what she has to say, show you’re listening!!!   step 3 – tell her she looks pretty. step 4 – ask her if she’s busy later tonight. step 5 – ask her if she likes italian food. step 6 – if 4&5 are yes’ then make it clear IT’S A DATE.

there is an array of scribbles and differed handwriting across the small page, robin and steve previously fighting over the pen as they gave eddie pointers during the quiet day at family video. robin assuring she’s a girl and knows, steve disagreeing and saying he’s a pro at this kind of thing.

eddie had talked about the barista he was quickly falling for, one day rushing in for a coffee before hellfire club only to meet the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. since then you had seen him in every day, ready for a coffee and sometimes to sit and spend his days tucked by his notepad.

with a smidgen of hope you’d feel the same way, eddie inhales deeply in preparation before stepping into the quiet café. too early to have a lot of people, which was great, because it meant there was no queue holding him back from talking to you.

a smile creeped upon your face from the moment you saw him, glancing at his pad once more before stuffing it back in his back pocket. his eyes lock with yours and a goofy grin reaches the metal-heads lips, and you feel yourself swooning from behind the counter.

“hi eddie,” you’re so sweet, talking so delicately and calmly that eddie wants to reach over and kiss your precious cheeks right then and there. but he sticks to the list, wanting to be a gentleman and take his time.

step 1 – start light. ask her how she is.

eddie’s usually quite confident, flirty with you. leaving you with a wink and unfortunately nothing farther. so, you immediately notice the turn in attitude. his lip twitches while he smiles and eyebrows are furrowing, eyes blinking rapidly.

“morning, it’s- yeah,” he begins, cursing to himself as he purses his lips and watches as your eyebrows raise in interest, you’re confused by how uncertain he seems. eddie continues before you can question him, “uh- how are you doing, how are you?”

you giggle at eddie’s rambled tone, light and airy and eddie feels himself relax that little bit more hearing it, if only it wasn’t over how much of a fool he sounded. “i’m better now that you’re here, quiet morning.”

eddie nods, the flirty message flying right over his head as he tries to think back to the notes.

step 2 – react to what she has to say, show you’re listening.

“looks quiet too, i can imagine the boredom.”

you nod this time. fingers fidgeting with the till register while looking up at eddie from across the counter, “well my favourite customer has come in so i think that’s the cue for my boredom to leave.” eddie blushes, physically blushes at this, cheeks quickly turning a light shade of pink from your words and tries to play it off.

“wonder who that might be.” you both laugh, eddie’s nerves slowly leaving him part by part as he thinks he can do this. maybe he can ask you out after all, it seems to be going so well.

step 3 – tell her she looks pretty.

god, you did look pretty. so so pretty. cute apron over your autumn-coloured clothes while your eyes sparkled in the morning glow, skin radiating and lips kissable. if you were together, eddie would make sure to tell you every day just how gorgeous you really were, he knows he would.

before eddie can muster up something else to say, you’re talking, “what can i get for you today, eddie?” you would be able to make eddie a drink every day without question if it weren’t for his change in personalities.

one day it’s plain black coffee, no milks or sugars added, pure black coffee. or it was the most sickeningly sweet hot chocolate, syrups galore with sugar and almond milk to top it off, a ‘heart attack in a mug’ you always said to him. no in between order to suffice, eddie was one or the other.

“hot chocolate, please.” it was one of those days. when he ordered that he was happy or energized, not needing a wakeup call and wanting to indulge his sweet tooth. you know how he liked his hot chocolate order; he didn’t need to add that part.

“to-go or to-stay?” you ask, eyes hopeful as your hands hover the takeaway cups and mugs to the side and eddie drags his eyes away from your pretty mouth and towards your eyes, feeling he’s been caught, “to-stay, sitting in today.”

“working on more of your music?” you ask him, and eddie lets out a little nod with his lips pursed yet again. you can tell he’s thinking of something else and you’re proved right when he suddenly splutters, “you look really pretty.”

you freeze your movements with a shocked smile, “thank you.” eddie continues before you can say much more, “seriously, really, really pretty.” eddie’s eyes scan over your frame once again and you try to not show how much his words affect your beating heart.

“are you flirting with me, munson?” you tease him, laughing as he scrunches his face, shaking his head as if to escape all his thoughts while leaning forward, hands on the counter. you tightly hold the mug for his drink between both your hands, smile dropping as you look up at him expectantly, “i’m just going to rush through this because i’m so fucking nervous, okay?”

“okay?”

step 4 – ask her if she’s busy later tonight.

“when do you get off?” eddie asks, tone abrupt compared to the nervous tone moments ago, almost slightly desperate and you’re lucky the café’s quiet and therefore no onlooking eyes to your flustered expression.

you stutter this time, briefly while you reply, “i-uh i close tonight, finish at seven.” eddie grins, wide and happy before he asks, “are you busy after?”

your eyes widen knowingly, “no, no i’m not doing anything tonight, no.”

step 5 – ask her if she likes italian food.

“do you like italian food?” eddie asks and it’s as if everything falls into place. eddie munson is asking you out. finally. after the months of you hinting that you like him without the courage to ask him out yourself. he was looking at you with so much hope, scared that you may say you don’t want to go out with him to eat italian food.

he must be an idiot if he thinks you don’t like him back.

“i love pasta.” you’re so quiet with your response, almost a whisper. but more than enough for eddie to hear and he’s positively beaming from ear to ear as he builds up to his final question.

step 6 – if 4 is no and 5 is yes then make it clear IT’S A DATE.

“perfect. i’ll be here at seven to take you to dinner, it’s a date,” eddie drums his hands against the counter when he leans back and you can only nod dumbfoundedly from the switch of him being precious and nervous to asking you out on a date.

“i’ll uh- i’ll bring your drink out to you once it’s done.”

eddie chuckles at the fact that’s all you respond with, squeaked tone endearing as he winks at you. “i’ll be over there, writing you a song,” eddie nods over to the side, pulling the pad and pen out his back pocket and chuckles once more when you react to his flirtatious manner with a small, “oh my god.”

he finally got that date with the cute barista; he just hoped the hours would go by quickly until it reached seven.

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[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 APPLE CIDER huh yunjin x reader

❀ ͘ ⴰ “and even if we’re just friends, we could be more than that”

↳ YUNJIN & HER SOLOIST GF 🍓

  ۫ • when yunjin started training again there was this one artist that she listened to that just always seemed to get her through tough times.

  ۫ • yn was her name, a rookie and she just had this angst but soft vibe to her that anyone could listen to if they wanted to be peaceful or just scream their lungs out and that’s exactly the type of music yunjin needed during that time.

  ۫ •  she found her so unique for some reason she was in the industry but she was like her own category. she was under a big company that didn’t produce the type of music she makes, she didn’t dance and she kind of just put out whatever she wanted.

  ۫ • she was also kinda cute.

  ۫ • yunjin carried her love for the artist through training, preparing for debut, listening to her an hour before lesserafim’s debut stage to calm her nerves to talking about yn during her first live alone a couple months after debut.

  ۫ • “my favourite artist?” yunjin read the comment aloud, swaying slightly to the sound of yn’s voice playing in the background. “hmm… I’ll give you a hint she’s playing right now.” she smiled as the chat sped up, comments flooding in. “I love yn so much. her music has gotten me through a lot, she’s so talented.” she tucked a strand of hair out of her face, eyes softening. “I still can’t believe she’s a couple years younger than me… she’s so talented. should I sing on of her songs?”

  ۫ • yunjin didn’t think much of it after the live, it wasn’t until deep in the night her phone started blowing with messages from her friends nearly giving her a heart attack.

  ۫ • “omg yn mentioned you on her live” “ouuuu guess who just mentioned you” “you’re gonna freak out.”

  ۫ • first of all how did she miss yn’s live? (yn never goes live so both yunjin and yn stans are on their knees begging her to go live everyday) and second of all HUH???

  ۫ • she immediately opens twitter and luckily it’s the first thing she sees.

  ۫ • OMG yn mentioned yunjin on her live today my sserayn crumbs.

  ۫ • “I don’t know, guys, attack me all you want, but milkis over banana milk any day,” yn said, spinning lazily in her chair. she slowed to a stop, eyes flicking to the chat. “did you see lesserafim’s yunjin’s live today? she mentioned you—yes! yeah, I did,” she nodded, lips curling into a small smile. “she’s a pretty cool girl. I’m really flattered that she’s a fan. I really liked lesserafim’s debut, so I guess me and her have something in common. when they get a fandom name, let me know.” she leaned forward slightly, about to move on before gasping. “oh! and her cover! it was so good, I love her voice—like, let’s make a song together at this point.”

  ۫ • yunjin nearly screamed so loud the whole dorm would’ve woken up.

  ۫ • yn knew who she was…yn wanted to make a song with her

۫ • yunjin stared at her phone, debating for a solid five minutes before opening yn’s instagram and hovering over the dm button.

۫ • after another minute of staring, she finally typed, "so… about that song?" and hit send before she could second guess herself.

۫ • she immediately threw her phone across the bed, heart pounding. she did not just do that.

۫ • except she did. and when her phone buzzed a few minutes later, she swore her soul left her body.

۫ • yn: oh? you actually wanna do it?🤭 ۫ • yunjin: um YES??? ۫ • yn: [a funny picture that only showed her forehead in a dark] . let’s make it happen.

۫ • and just like that, they started texting back and forth, going from talking about music to random late night conversations about their favorite snacks, childhood stories, and the most unhinged videos they cound find.

۫ • by the time they met up in the studio, it was like they’d known each other forever.

۫ • and at the end of the year, they actually released a song together, fans loved the sound of yunjin’s voice on a song that was more yn’s vibe and just the overall chemistry that yn and yunjin had.

۫ • and a behind the scenes vlogs had fans convinced there was something more going on.

۫ • yunjin was crushing. hard. but she kept it cool… until she didn’t.

۫ • one night, after another long texting session, she found herself typing, "so, are we gonna keep making music or do I get to take you on a date too?"

۫ • yn: that was really smooth dude. ۫ • yunjin:… is that you saying yes? ۫ • yn: maybe… depends on if it’s a sushi place if it is then yes

[onceinablueberrymoon]

lemon pie | husband!salesman x reader

scenario: you have a craving for lemon pie. the salesman is on the case. setting: before season 2 word count: 1.1k warnings: mention of gambling addiction; second and third person POVs; no use of y/n; recruiter is called salesman here notes: this was originally for pi day, but i rewrote this way too many times💀 gi-hun is not the target this time (surprisingly!). just a simple fluff piece with classic squid game vibes :) please enjoy! borders by @enchanthings-a!

4 p.m.

It was finally time to clock out. 

You stretched your arms above your head and let out a yawn. 

At least it was the weekend, you thought. It had been a rough week at work and you were just relieved it was finally over.

You decided to get a little something to cheer you up. A pie. Not just any pie, but your local bakery’s house special: lemon pie.

Checking the time, you concluded that there wouldn’t be enough time for you to get to the bakery before it closed. Then, you had an idea. Your husband was working at home today. Maybe he could get to the bakery in time?

You sent him a message.

Really craving lemon pie from that bakery. Could you pick one up?

Your husband replied almost instantly, promising to get you your pie. You couldn’t help but smile as you packed up your things. He really was the best!

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅

The familiar chime of a bell rang as the salesman entered the bakery. The smell of baked goods wafted through the air. The bakery wasn't very busy, thankfully. Only one customer was at the counter, a man.

The salesman went to stand behind him, patiently waiting for his turn. The man in front of him didn’t take long, soon leaving with a plastic bag in hand. 

“Hello,” the salesman greeted the cashier. “I would like one of your lemon pies.”

She frowned slightly. “Unfortunately, the last pie was sold to the gentleman who just left.” 

“I see,” the salesman mused, pondering what to do next. You were really counting on that pie to lift your spirits. “Thank you,” he bowed slightly to the cashier before leaving the bakery. 

Once the salesman stepped out, he spotted the man walking across the street. An idea popped into his head.

He followed the man to the nearest subway station. Once on the platform, he made his move.

“Hello, sir. Could I talk with you?”

The man looked confused. “Sure? Can I help you?”

The salesman smiled politely. “I would like to make you an offer. Have you played ddakji before?”

The man chuckled. “The kids game? Of course.” He paused. “Why?”

The salesman clicked open his briefcase to reveal stacks of won bills. The man gasped.

“If you win, I’ll give you 100,000 won.” 

The man’s eyes widened into saucers. 

“But if you lose…” The salesman looked down at the plastic bag in the man’s hand. “You give me your pie.” 

The man looked at the bag, then back at the salesman. “It’s my daughter’s birthday. This pie is her favourite dessert…” He seemed conflicted.

“We don’t have to play,” The salesman said as he began closing his briefcase.

“Wait!”

The salesman smirked. No one could resist the allure of money. 

“I’ll… I’ll play.” The man looked desperate. 

The salesman gave his signature smile. 

“Then, let’s get started.”

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅

“There’s no way-! One more round!” 

The two men played five rounds before the salesman spoke up.

“I believe I’ve won.” The salesman held out a hand, a polite smile on his face. “Pie, please.”

The man begrudgingly handed it over. “What am I going to tell my daughter? Now I have nothing for her.”

The salesman tsked at the man. He took out a crisp 50,000 won bill from his briefcase and held it out. “Here, get your daughter something nice.” 

The man nearly leapt to collect the money. He held it up to analyze it, his eyes wide with disbelief. 

The salesman let out a huff. “Don’t go spending that at the races, all right, Park Jung-bae-ssi?”

The man froze, his eyes darting to the salesman. “H-how… How do you know my name?” 

The salesman just looked at him with his usual polite smile. “Park Jung-bae. Marine Corps Class 746. Originally worked at Dragon Motors, but after the strike, was laid off. Attempted to start several businesses afterwards, none of which would last longer than a couple years.”

Jung-bae stumbled backwards. “Who… just who are you?!”

The salesman ignored him and continued to speak. “You’ve acquired quite a large sum of debt these past few years. And to top it off, your ex-wife only allows you to see your daughter a couple times a year.” He almost pitied Jung-bae. 

Almost.

The salesman stepped towards Jung-bae and handed him a card. “There are other games where you can make more money than just 50,000 won. If you’d like to participate, give us a call.” He gave a short bow and lifted the plastic bag slightly. 

“Thank you for the pie.” 

The salesman walked away, leaving Jung-bae in stunned silence.

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅

The sound of the front door closing woke you up from your post-work nap. Looking out the window, you noticed it was already dark.

You got out of bed and went to the kitchen where the salesman was washing his hands. A bag was next to him on the counter.

“Did you get it?” You asked, peering into the plastic bag. 

“Of course,” he replied. You cheered, pulling him into a hug. To your surprise, he hugged you back.

“Thank you so much, I’ve been craving it all day!” You exclaimed.

He chuckled, then added, “It was the last one, too.” 

You gasped. “No way! You really got lucky.” 

He shrugged.

You moved to get some plates and a knife to cut the pie. “Would you like a piece?” You offered.

He shook his head. “It’s all for you.”

You cut yourself a big slice and went to eat it on the sofa. You turned the TV on to watch the nightly news. Your husband followed you, taking his place beside you. You snuggled into his side and began eating your pie.

“Is it everything you hoped for?” He asked. 

You nodded and kissed him on the cheek. “It’s even better because I’m with you. I’ve been dreaming of this moment all week.”

The salesman smiled, a fuzzy feeling enveloping his heart.

The joy on your face, the way you practically melted as you savoured your dessert… It was all worth it.

And he recruited another player at the same time. Two birds with one bullet. 

Your happiness meant everything to him. He always tried his best to care for you, even if his ways could be a bit unconventional sometimes. 

The salesman cherished you dearly, and he would do anything for you. That’s what people do for those they love, right?

Just then, the latest news in horse racing flashed on TV. They were interviewing a man who had won big at the races. But there, in the background, the salesman could pick out Jung-bae amongst the crowd, his expression distraught. 

Your husband scoffed.

Well, maybe not everyone.

tags: @muchwita

[lsd-astronaut]

Random headcanons of the fellowship bc I'm bored (mix of modern & canon)

✨Frodo

Scares the shit out of people by staring them directly in the eye without blinking but if you looked inside his mind, it'd be a rotating PNG of a fish, he just dissociates a lot

Would absolutely steal stuff in Claire's. He's really good at it.

Doesn't smoke, yet he is the one who gets asked the most out of the four hobbits for a light.

He strikes me as a stomach problems & back pain girlie.

🌻Sam

He looks like a bread guy for me. I like bread.

Full on conversations with his plants. Mainly gossip about the Shire, and how dashing Mister Frodo was looking today, can you believe it?

The only hobbit with a driving license (Frodo can't bc of depression and dissociation; Merry got pulled over and got his license revoked for having weed in his car; Pippin is a minor).

🍁Merry

You know these videos where a girl (usually) records her partner while they're cuddling and he's so whiny and talking like a princess, and suddenly he sees the phone and forces his voice like three octaves lower? Yeah...

Narrates everything that everyone in the fellowship does during the journey like it's a nature documentary. Stopped pretty quickly after Moria.

The Walter White of Middle Earth if he could get away with it, let's be honest.

🌱Pippin

Had a phase where he ate anything he saw. Mainly stopped after Merry made him cry by teasing him that if he kept eating ants, they would eat him from inside out. He still munches on flowers when he's bored. Aragorn has given up on telling him to be careful in case one is poisonous, but Boromir suffers mini heart attacks daily.

Accidentally mansplains to everyone he knows but that's because he gets very excited with his hyperfixations! He has no idea why he doesn't have any luck in love, and Merry is like "dude shut the fuck up..."

Is like these children who will constantly ask "why" to their parents, and Boromir tries to be nice and genuine for him but he eventually gets tired. "But, why?" "Because I fucking said so!" "Okay... but why?"

I feel like he cries pretty easily about everything and anything. He is just very sensitive, and feels emotions really strongly.

🗡️Aragorn

Hates parties; when he is forced to attend one, he will sit in one corner and sip on his drink. Gets really drunk and texts Arwen. "How was the party, meleth nín?" "Me, yes."

Hyperfixates on the weirdest things like Pippin, but his autism shows in the most deadpan way possible so he just stands there like "i like swords" and will emotionlessly list you all the characteristics of your weapon of choice. If you looked inside his mind, you'd see he is REALLY excited. He just doesn't know how to show it.

🏹Legolas

For some reason, I feel like he'd know a super random skill? Like ventriloquism. Recreates the "hi my name is snapple" video with Gimli just to fuck with him.

Can actually whistle with a leaf, idk how he does this, but it's the only 'instrument' he can play (apart from his voice if you want to get nitpicky with me) lol this elf does not have a single musical bone.

⛏️Gimli

Crystal girlie. Gives Frodo an encyclopaedia on all the types of healing properties and characteristics of every kind of gem and stone.

Really good medical skills. The rest of the fellowship regularly forget his uncle is Oín, so they're dumbfounded when Gimli gives advice to Aragorn, who is the only one that isn't surprised and actually listens to him when patching up Frodo lmfao

🛡️Boromir

Talks like someone out of a Shakespeare play and is dumbfounded when everyone in the fellowship is like "sup bro"

Keeps a heart locket with a picture of Faramir he likes to show like a proud dad does with his kids' wallet photos. Faramir was horrified when he learned of this and stopped talking to him for a month

Took to the hobbits like a dad who says he doesn't want a dog and then they're inseparable. Says he doesn't have favourites but Merry and Pippin remind him of Faramir and him when they were kids.

[cort4se]

ch 3

part 1, part 2 warning: smut (18+) sesbian lex, overstim if you squint

You don’t know how she managed to tangle herself between your limbs but the two of you sat on the couch, watching a movie you picked out after having finished the pasta you brought over, leftovers tucked neatly away in the fridge.

The movie wasn’t one of your favourites but it was an easy watch, nothing too crazy, just something nice and silly to pass the time.

You groaned as you rolled your eyes “I can’t belive she just did that to her, it’s not her fault shes poor— and that joke was lame as fuck,” you grumbled.

One of the main antagonists had just humiliated the main character at a party she held. In a game within a small group the bully jokes about what it must feel like to only be able to buy a few pieces of clothing once per year. Asking if it’s some sort of hippie trend going on for reduced waste. 

The main character, (frustratingly) laughs it off saying she's not all that interested in clothing. 

You didn’t notice it, but Vi was not paying attention to the movie at all. Your lips were moving but she couldn't hear anything. She pursed her lips together as she wondered, has she always been this pretty?

Vi tried to focus on the movie that had you all worked up, but her eyes kept trailing back to your face. Back to the way you scrunched your nose in annoyance, the way your eyes were the most expressive feature on your face, how your lashes tickled below your eyebrow each time you rolled your eyes. 

You turned to look at her when you noticed she's been giving you half responses, you frowned “Do you not like the movie? We can put something else on..”

She tucked a stray piece of hair neatly behind your ear, “No, it’s okay we can do whatever you like,” giving you a small smile.

You halted at the unexpected touch, and the calm expression on her face steeled into one of sheer embarrassment.She yanked her hand away trying to hide the heat she knew was painfully rushing up to the tips of her ears. 

You awkwardly shifted as well trying to brush off the gesture.

As the movie went on you leaned into her a bit more, your warmth printing into her body. Her body was soft against yours, her arm rested comfortably around your shoulder. 

After getting bored with the same plot being overused with the same trope you've suddenly become more interested in each detail of her face. 

You knew she might have eventually caught you but you couldn't help yourself. So, when you thought she wasn’t paying attention, your eyes would wander a bit.  Around her big blue doe-like eyes, and to her stupidly long lashes.

Over the freckles that decorated the bridge of her nose and her cheeks. The bold of her eyebrows, and the scar that bridged through it. The ring that glinted in her nose. Her li—

You forced your eyes away, huffing in an attempt to ground yourself. She's my friend. You remind yourself. 

But she laughs and your eyes are on her face again. Drawn unconsciously to the vibrant colour of her lips. The bright whites of her teeth and the overwhelming warmth you feel just by being near her. 

You couldn’t wait around any longer. 

“Vi,” you called out to her. 

She turned her head to fully face you, responding with a soft, “Hm?”

And with the fear that clawed at every reasonable part of your brain, telling you, you were going to make a mistake; one you could never undo, your desire for something more drowned it out. In abandoning all reason you kissed vi. 

Her lips were soft against yours, you could feel the plushness of them, the scar on her lip that felt a bit rough but also her hesitation. The hesitation that confirmed you had just ruined everything. The hesitation that made you want to pull away, apologize and go home. 

But from the way she grabbed the nape of your neck and moved her face closer to yours, you had reason to believe she silenced her fear as well. 

Vi knelt between your legs, completely devouring you. Her tongue lapped along your folds, not letting a single drop go to waste. The fatigue from your orgasm was catching up to you but she didn’t care. 

You made such pretty noises and she wanted to do everything she could to keep hearing them. Your hole spasmed against her tongue, your lungs stuttered against your ribcage, trying to keep up with her pace. She was touching you everywhere, cupping at your breasts, kissing up your inner thigh, biting at your ankles, her warm touch felt like fire against your feverish skin.

Every noise she pulled out of you grew her confidence and would only encourage her to stimulate you differently like lightly biting at your inner thigh or gently flicking at your clit with her tongue. Each time she did, your muscles would tense up as your voice hitched in your throat as you tried to grapple between the overwhelming pleasure and the slight discomfort from the oversensitivity.

Her eyes shimmered with amusement whenever she looked up at you from between your legs.

Yes you were close friends but that’s all she ever thought you guys would be. It made no sense to continuously yearn after something you couldn’t have, but she was beyond ecstatic to be doing this with you. Her eagerness fueled by her desire to make up for all the times she declined your offer to grab something to eat, not knowing you wanted her the same way she wanted you.

A curse slipped past your lips as her tongue teasingly dipped into your hole forcing your attention onto her. 

“You taste so good,” she murmured.

Her firm hands sunk into your upper thighs keeping you in place, glossy eyes locked onto yours as she flattened her tongue, slowly licking up your folds dragging her tongue against your wetness. Her nose briefly meeting your clit. 

Your brows drew together as you watched her slow and deliberate movements. She was looking at you so intensely you almost came from her gaze alone. Your body was heating up more than you thought was humanly possible. 

She blew lightly on your cunt causing a small whimper to escape from your lips as your eyes fluttered shut. Impatience making you squirm from underneath her touch.

Vi loved how your chest heaved as it rose up and down, the way your nipples twitched against the cool air, how your hazy eyes hid behind your thick lashes as you looked down at her, how the marks she adorned stood out on your skin illuminated by the low lights in her room.

“You're so pretty,” she whispered.

Warmth bloomed in your face as you suddenly felt so exposed in front of her, and her saying that didn’t help at all. It felt like she was trying to make you feel embarrassed, your thighs pulled themselves together almost instinctively.

Vi dug the pads of her fingers into your thighs keeping them open. She pressed a soft kiss at your inner thigh, black hair tickling your thigh as she rested her head against your thigh. clouded eyes looking up to meet yours, “Is it too much for you?” 

Her thumb absentmindedly drew small circles on your other thigh, so innocently as if what she was asking was like asking what your favourite colour was. “We can stop if you want me to.” 

“Fuck..” you muttered. 

She sounded so sincere asking you that it made your mind rotate. especially given her lewd appearance. A mixture of your cum and her spit was all over the sides of her cheek, her chin and her mouth. 

You swallowed hard at the sight, before you quickly shook your head. “I don’t want you to stop Vi,” you whispered.

She moved her head from your thigh to kiss at your inner thigh before swirling her tongue against a spot she knew you were particularly sensitive. Her teeth latched onto the soft skin as she softly bit you. You let out a low hiss, as she looked up at you before giving you a small smile.

She placed a small kiss on your clit before effortlessly sliding her middle and ring finger into your soaking cunt with an audible squelch. 

“Mmngh, f-fuck” you moaned out, pressing your eyes shut.

She bit her lower lip as she watched how your cunt swallowed them whole. She pumped her fingers in and out, watching in awe as you squirmed from the oversensitivity.

“Mmghhh— ah!"

The wet sounds coming from your cunt and swollen lips only encouraged her to curl her fingers and work at your hole even more. Her thumb rubbed small circles on your swollen clit.

Countless moans tumbled past your lips as the sensations made it so hard for you to form a coherent sentence. 

Her lips parted slightly as she watched you, her own face growing redder and redder by the second. Vi wanted to put her hands all over you, she wanted you entirely, but she also didn't want to scare you away. 

You unconsciously rolled your hips against her palm, chasing after more you knew you could handle.

She lowered her face down in between your legs removing her thumb as she softly wrapped her lips around your swollen pearl. Still fucking you with her fingers, she began peppering soft kisses on your clit, before she teasingly flicked at it with her tongue.

You screamed out her name as tears began to prick at your eyes, your hands rushing to grip at her strands. Bridging oversensitivity and bliss, your eyes threatened to roll into the back of your skull as your thighs trembled with each motion of her tongue. 

An overwhelming warmth began to build in your stomach as your walls spasmed against Vi’s fingers. “Hnnn fuck I’m so close Im gonna— ah!” 

Back arching against the tangled sheets. Your fingers threaded through her hair as you pulled her impossibly closer into you.

You were growing dizzy with the overstimulation. She smiled into you from the way your cunt squeezed around her fingers. 

“Cum then.” She removed her mouth from your clit as she effortlessly slipped a third finger in and the heat in your stomach spilled over and onto her palm, your heart battered furiously in your ears ecstasy blocking out the volume of your own pleasure, the entirety of your body light on fire.

She brushed a loose lock of hair out of your face, bringing your gaze back onto herself as she pulled away and brought her fingers to her mouth. She swirled her tongue around them, licking them clean. 

Upon noticing the tears that streamed down your face, concern etched into each corner of her face, “Shit. I'm sorry, was it too much? Are you okay?” She brought up her hand to cup your cheek, softly swiping away the partly dried tear with the pad of her thumb. 

You weakly shook your head no, a feeble smile finding its way onto your lips, “You were amazing.”

Her face tilted downwards with a slight bashfulness, “Oh..” she said, letting out a nervous laugh, “I'm glad you liked it.”

You took in her visuals, trying to catch your breath, but it was so difficult when someone as gorgeous as Vi was watching you come down from your high. You were fully naked but her eyes darted across your bare skin like she was itching to undress you. 

You hooked a finger beneath her chin and brought her gaze up to your eyes, bringing your lips to hers. 

Your lips moved against each other, seamlessly falling into a comfortable rhythm. You took Vi’s lower lip between your teeth, pulling a soft moan from her in the process. Taking advantage of her parted lips, you slipped your tongue into her mouth, meeting hers. You let out a soft whine at the taste of yourself on her lips. 

Vi kisses from down your lips, to your jawline, nibbling and biting at the skin, kissing lower to the base of your neck. suckling and peppering kisses that will definitely leave marks.

Your hands moved from her hair, to her neck, sliding down her shoulders, tracing down her arms where they trailed down to rest on her hips. Playing with the waistband of her pants, she pulled away from your neck.

Her lips were swollen, eyes shiny with pupils blown out to the rim. You note her eyes widened when you slipped your hands past them, tracing soft circles with the tips of your fingers against the bare skin on her hips. 

You taunted her with a soft, “May I?”

The next morning Vi woke up feeling oddly good about herself. Feeling as though whatever she dreamt of last night must’ve been fairly important. She propped herself up on her elbows desperately trying to piece together what it was she dreamt of. 

To the sound of sheets ruffling you groggily stirred awake. Rubbing your eyes as you rested on your shoulder, covers dipping low enough to reveal your bare skin along with the harsh kisses she left at your skin. 

And the heat in her face painfully reminded her that last night was very much real.

cross posted on ao3 with the same userr <3

[kuurechr]

notes: naoya is your little brother, but reader is only mentioned, this is mostly just a cute meeting for tsumiki megumi and satoru

Satoru, for the first time in a while, was struggling. Usually things came easy for Satoru. Toji had to wear him down to beat him, and even then he wasn't properly beaten. Suguru affected Satoru because of their connection. So for his other so-called struggles, he had excuses.

But with kids, apparently, all his skills were lacking.

The Tsumiki girl was definitely kind. She was laughing at his half assed jokes, and reassuring him about what he was doing. Satoru told the kids they could get whatever they wanted, and Tsumiki chose the cheap options for her brother.

"What do you want?"

"Me? I can... are you sure?"

"You can get anything you want."

"I'll take what Megumi's getting as well."

Megumi hadn't spoken at all, instead opting for glaring at Satoru, looking down at his food, or frequently glancing at his sister as she ate her food.

The two clearly cared for each other. They had each other's backs, in a way that Satoru did with his close friends. It was a bit odd seeing this sort of bond between two kids, especially when he lacked it until he went to high school. But they needed to develop it, being on their own.

They were tough kids, not by choice. So Satoru didn't blame them for being the way they were. He just needed to make them feel comfortable. And that was hard to do, because he'd never done this before.

Tsumiki was speaking to him though, about their schools, and their regular routines. Satoru nodded, answering questions, trying to ask them what they'd like to do.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Satoru-senpai?"

Satoru opened his mouth to answer, smiling as he was about to gush about you, but he was interrupted by his least favourite person ever. The one who was unfortunately related to his most favourite person.

"Now what do we have here?"

Satoru scowled at the sound of his voice, and immediately Tsumiki and Megumi glared at the man as well. It made Satoru grin a little, seeing how defensive the kids had gotten with someone he clearly disliked. Maybe that was a sign that the kids trusted him already.

"Gojou Satoru and," Naoya looked over at the kids, grinning. "Children." He grabbed a chair and sat next to Megumi who was fully scowling now. Tsumiki pulled his chair closer to her side, amusing Naoya. "What is this? Did some whore leave the kids with you?"

Yeah. Satoru wanted to say. Your cousin.

"I'm taking them in," Satoru answered briefly.

Naoya furrowed his brows. "To do what? Teach them? The girl is a regular civilian. The boy..." Naoya narrowed his eyes at Megumi. He had his suspicions now, clearly.

"I'm sure you know of your infamous cousin with no cursed energy," Satoru interrupted Naoya's thoughts. "And about what happened. These two are the kids of his first and second wives. I'm taking them in."

"They're his kids?" Naoya asked, his eyes widening. "Zenins?"

"They're his wives kids," Satoru shut him down. "Fushiguros."

Naoya sighed, clearly a bit disappointed, but he kept his stare on Megumi. "This one seems to have cursed energy though."

"He does," Satoru agreed. "I heard you had your birthday recently. How was that first drink?"

Naoya grinned. "I did! Honestly, I passed out so I don't remember that night all that well! And you know, for it being my party, everyone was getting busy talking about Y/N."

"Y/N?" Satoru repeated.

"Yeah, you might know her. She's a bit too weak to be on your radar though."

"Yes, you're older sister. She has a great innate technique, and she's quite strong. I'm- well, we're friends, at least."

Megumi squinted at Satoru, trying to decipher his words. The glasses threw him off at trying to read the man.

"Why're you wasting your time with her? She's going to get married off to someone soon. About time, they should've been planning the minute she turned sixteen but she ran off to your little school. Why she'd sabotage herself that way, I do not know."

Tsumiki and Megumi glanced at each other as they saw Satoru clench his fist, with his jaw clenched as well. Tsumiki turned back. "Megumi and I have to go to the bathroom!"

Satoru's head whipped to the kids. Tsumiki grinned at him, while Megumi's face still seemed indifferent, but they both were clearly faking this for him. "Alright then," Satoru grinned. He stood up quickly, slapping Naoya's back harder then he should have, before taking the kids away, heading towards the public bathrooms.

"You know we don't actually need to go to the restrooms," Megumi pointed out. "And the exit is the other way."

Satoru grinned. "I know. But I want to show you two something quickly." Satoru squatted down. "Megumi get on my back."

Megumi scowled. "No."

Rolling his eyes, Satoru went ahead and picked up Tsumiki, who squealed as he did so. He was fairly tall so she was pretty high up off the ground, and being a little scared, she gripped onto him tighter. Satoru tightened his hold on her to reassure her. "Hold onto my leg then, 'Gumi."

Ignoring the nickname, Megumi wrapped one of his arms around Satoru's legs, confused as to what Satoru was about to do.

However the minute he warped, Megumi quickly gripped Satoru's legs with both of his arms as his heart beat quickly, feeling it drop to his stomach.

As quickly as it happened, Megumi realized they were in a completely different place. Megumi let go. "What was that?!"

"Teleporting," Satoru answered, a confident lilt to his tone. But when did he not sound cocky?

"You can do that?!" Tsumiki exclaimed, clearly giddy from the experience. They were two elementary schoolers who had just teleported after all! Without explaining all the math and the technicalities of the skill, it was really cool. Satoru just made himself out to be a superhero, and even though he'd had no plan to do so before, he was glad they had to do this.

"You're so cool!" Tsumiki fawned. "You can teleport anywhere?!"

Satoru nodded, smiling widely.

"Oh my god, Megumi, we should make a list of everywhere we want to go! Where do you want to go?!"

"The library."

"I said anywhere!"

"And I said the library."

"Well!" Satoru clapped his hands together. "You can make the list at the library right, Tsu?"

Tsumiki hesitated. "Um, yeah." Satoru was confused at the hesitation, so Megumi filled him in.

"She prefers Miki."

"Oh alright!" Satoru said, quickly. "You can tell me that stuff, okay, Miki?" 

"Yeah, I know," she nodded, before grabbing Satoru's leg and making a superman pose. "Now let's go!"

[littelovelunette]

Sevika but she does YOUR nails even though she struggles (requesting because I saw your nails reference 🤍🤍)

The Family: Sevika Does My Nails

I sat still watching as Sevika put on her reading glasses. "Damn, you do prep well." I commented with a smug grin, leaning back against the back of the chair.

Libby sat close by with her head propped up by her hands. Luna was curled up on the couch, peacefully reading a book whilst Anya, Myla and Eve watched Sevika with undeterred focus. They all wanted to see her struggle. Rai was sitting beside Libby with her phone held up, recording.

Lilith was beside Luna, also indulging herself in a fat book. Remi and Mimi were cheering Sevika on. She was their favourite and it was no secret.

Blan and Glamur sat next to each other at the table while Evangeline tilted the box of press-ons, checking out the design.

I looked back at Sevika who had her tongue poked out in focus as she tried to take the glue stickers apart.

"Geez I'm so glad I didn't ask her to paint my nails and just got press-ons." I groaned.

"I can do this." Sevika said in a tone bordering on delusion.

"Yeah, totally." Myla drawled in a bored voice causing Eve, Libby and Rai to giggle.

A little smile formed on my face and I saw Sevika shooting Myla a dirty look.

“It's not that hard, you can do it.” Remi said cheerfully as she watched with rounded eyes.

Sevika peeled the glue sticker off the sticker pad and gently took my hand. Carefully, she set it on my pointer finger’s nail.

“Brava!” Mimi looked as if she'd fly out of happiness.

“She didn't finish yet.” Myla told Mimi in an attempt to diffuse that happiness but it barely worked.

Sevika looked at the fake nails on the desk before slowly picking one up.

“Won't your nail come off if you take it off?” Sevika asked.

“Oh yes, it's a very painful process. Sometimes girls even bleed while taking their press-on nails off.” Eve said with an evil grin.

Luna and Lilith finally looked up from their books, fixing Sevika with a confused stare.

Sevika furrowed her brows, looking between Eve and the nail in her fingers. “You’re messing with me,” she accused.

Eve just grinned wider. “Maybe.”

Libby snorted. “Nah, sometimes it does hurt, but you’ll be fine. Unless you super glue them—then you’re screwed.”

Sevika squinted at the tiny glue sticker she had just applied and muttered, “Why the hell would anyone do that?”

Evangeline, still peering into the press-on box, smirked. “Probably the same reason people willingly do their nails in the first place.”

Sevika scoffed. “This is ridiculous.”

Glamur, who had been watching with thinly veiled judgment, flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Now you get it.”

Undeterred, Sevika pressed the fake nail onto my finger, applying pressure like she was expecting it to fight back.

“There,” she declared.

Rai zoomed in with her phone. “One down, nine to go. How are you feeling?”

Sevika flexed her jaw. “Like I regret ever agreeing to this.”

Mimi gasped. “You regret spending quality time with family?”

Remi and Anya both turned from where they’d been quietly bickering just to nod in exaggerated disappointment.

“You wound me,” Mimi added dramatically, clutching her chest.

“Good,” Sevika deadpanned, grabbing the next nail.

Eve grinned. “This is the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

Myla exhaled heavily. “Yeah, okay, this is entertaining. I take back what I said.”

Sevika only grumbled, but I caught the tiniest smirk tugging at her lips as she reached for my next finger.

Luna watched for a moment longer before sighing and returning to her book. "I don't get why this is so entertaining."

Lilith, however, kept staring, tilting her head slightly. "I mean… I kinda wanna try it now."

Blan scoffed, adjusting her glasses as she leaned back in her chair. "You want her to do your nails? After watching this mess?"

Lilith shrugged. "It looks kinda fun."

Glamur turned sharply toward her, scandalized. "Fun? Fun? Lilith, look at her technique!"

She gestured at Sevika wildly with pure offense in her voice. "She’s holding that nail like it’s a damn grenade! No grace, no precision—this is a crime against fashion!—”

Sevika barely looked up as she muttered, "Glamur, shut up before I glue one to your forehead."

Libby let out a snort, quickly covering her mouth, while Mimi looked at Sevika like she had just witnessed something poetic. "That would be iconic."

I watched Sevika with an exaggerated tired expression as she finished doing the nails of one hand finally. I ran the tips of the nails over Sevika's muscly arm with a cat-like grin on my face.

Sevika rolled her eyes before grabbing my hand in her own, bringing it to her lips and pressing a kiss on the back of my hand and before I knew it— all my children started hooting, whistling, clapping and from SOMEWHERE in the damn living room SOMEONE played Careless Whisper- George Michael.

I'd think Sevika would've gotten grumpy but no, she got up, easily pulling me close as her hand rested on my waist.

My eyes wide behind my glasses, I blinked. She smirked.

Sevika picked me up bridal style with ease, walking off to our shared bedroom, using her leg to open the door. She closed it behind herself and the last thing I heard was—

“I RECOMMEND PROTECTION Y'ALL!” From Luna.

[gguk-n]

hii can you write one where y/n is dating brocedes at the same time in 2016 and then they find out?

Triple Threat

2016 was a tough year for Lewis and Nico’s friendship; not only on track but off track. Everyone knew how things were going on track but no one knew of the turmoil Y/N was causing off track.

“Lew, you were great” Y/N cooed as they cuddled after the British GP. The title fight was in full swing; “I’m just happy I have you” Lewis mumbled as he sucked on her neck. Y/N moaned softly pulling Lewis in for a kiss. The spent the whole night together as her phone buzzed away. In the morning Y/N left the room with a note on the table saying she was checking up on Nico.

Y/N, Lewis and Nico had been friends since they could remember. They had grown up racing each other in karting and now she watched her two favourite boys race against each other in the same team.

It was almost a year back when Lewis had told her he liked her. Y/N had been dating Nico at that time, unbeknownst to Lewis. They had started dating six months ago and decided to keep it quiet for a while. Y/N could never choose between the two; so when Nico asked her out she agreed; having nursing a crush on the pair since they were teens. So when Lewis asked her out later, she agreed. The two never spoke about their feelings towards Y/N and now they wouldn’t either with the raging title fight. Y/N would end up dividing her time between the two, enjoying the best of both worlds.

After leaving Lewis’s room, Y/N entered Nico’s with the key card she had. The two of them always gave her a key card so that she could come and leave as she wished.

Nico was asleep when she slipped under the covers. The movement of the bed made Nico stir, wrapping his arms around her. “You don’t care about your poor boyfriend” he chided. She pressed a kiss on his lips. “I do but Lewis is my friend too” she remarked snuggling closer. “Stupid Lewis, he gets everything” he muttered and closed his eyes to get some sleep. Little did Nico know, he was correct.

Things went on like that, Y/N juggling her time with the two. Since they were barely interacting without cussing each other out; she was able to continue to date them. But it all came to a head at the Abu Dhabi GP when Nico won the championship with just 5 points after finishing the race behind Lewis. The anger bubbling under Lewis was uncontrollable. Nico in his happiness ran towards Y/N who was with their team. He swept her in his arms and planted a sweaty and messy kiss on her lips. Lewis, who was only a few feet away saw the scene unfold in front of him. Y/N's eyes were wide and she could see Lewis's heart shatter for the second time that night. She moved away from Nico trying to get to Lewis only to be pulled back by Nico who had turned to look at Lewis but he was charging towards the pair. In a flash, Lewis's fist made contact with Nico's face. There were people trying to pull them off each other and cameras flashing, everyone knew what the next headline was going to be. It was only after a while were they able to do that. The cameras flashed as 2 bruised Formula One drivers stood in front of each other, Nico wiping the blood off the corner of his mouth.

"Cheater" Lewis spat towards Y/N who was stood there in shock with tears in her eyes. "I have no clue how long this has been going on for but she's been dating you behind my back" Lewis spoke. "I can explain" Y/N stuttered. "No. You played me, for that fact us" Lewis chided before he stormed off. "What is saying?" Nico asked with tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry" was all that came out of her mouth. "Way to ruin someone" Nico said before leaving for the weigh in.

Mercedes were able to get Y/N out of harms way. She tried to talk to the both of them but she realised than that her selfishness had lost her the two people she loved the most in the world.

[bartonomy]

A LITTLE MISHAP!

PAIRING Barty Crouch Junior x Gryffindor!fem!reader

SYNOPSIS absolutely bored of your arses, you and your friends accidentally summon something worse than a demon

CONTENT WARNINGS crack!, pandora being the token raven in the lion house, debuting my favourite nickname for dear bartemius

SYNOPSIS 2.3k words

library.

You should have known that any game Pandora Rosier suggested would end in absolute horror.

It started as a totally, regular, normal night. A storm raged outside, rattling the windows of the Gryffindor girls’ dormitory, but inside, everything was warm, golden, and just the right amount of chaotic.

James (not part of the plan but insisted to help a damsel in distress (lily)) had sneaked in butterbeer from the kitchens, Marlene was dramatically retelling her latest Quidditch victory (complete with accurate air reenactments) with her girlfriend in her arms, and Mary was sprawled across your bed, half-listening and half-reading the latest Witch Weekly. Dorcas, ever the voice of reason, had been the one to suggest a game, if only to distract Pandora from her latest experiment involving moonstone dust and a stolen Niffler trinket.

And then, of course, Pandora pulled it out.

The book was old- thick, heavy, and bound in a leather that looked suspiciously alive. You have seen it a few times since she acquired it from her equally as eccentric uncle. The pages crinkled like dried leaves as she flipped through them, muttering excitedly under her breath.

“It’s a divination tome,” she explained, eyes gleaming with eerie delight. “But not the fluffy, crystal-ball nonsense Augburn teaches. Real divination. Spells for contacting the other side.”

You exchanged a wary glance with Lily. She looked utterly unimpressed. Marlene, however, looked downright ecstatic. Mary scoffed, rolling onto her stomach. “You mean ghosts? We live in a castle full of them. I can go ask the Grey Lady for relationship advice if I want to be spooked.”

“This is different.” Pandora’s light voice aired out. “This is summoning.”

Which, in hindsight, should have been your first sign to shut the book and go back to braiding Mary’s hair.

Instead, curiosity (or perhaps stupidity) won out, and ten minutes later, the six of you were sitting in a circle on the floor, the candles dimmed, and Pandora reciting something in what sounded like very questionable Latin. You held hands, mostly for the aesthetic and vibes, but also because, if something did go terribly wrong, it was nice to have a buddy to cling to.

The air shifted. At first, it was subtle. The dormitory grew colder, the flames on the candles flickering as though disturbed by an invisible breeze. Then, the shadows stretched unnaturally along the walls, curling like ink in water. Your stomach twisted, a prickling sensation running down your spine.

“…'Dora,” Dorcas said slowly. “What exactly was this spell supposed to do?”

Before she could answer, the entire room lurched.

It felt like the world had hiccupped, reality itself skipping a beat similarly to apparating. The shadows pulsed, the air crackled- and then, with an ungodly pop, a figure appeared in the center of your summoning circle.

A very real, very alive figure.

A bloody boy.

A boy who, by the looks of things, had been mid-sentence before he was unceremoniously yanked through time and space.

His expression went from slightly annoyed to bewildered to absolutely furious in the span of three seconds. His sharp blue eyes darted around the room, taking in the six of you, the book, the circle of candles, before finally landing on you.

“Excuse me,” he said, voice dangerously low. “Where the bloody hell am I?”

There was a beat of stunned silence. Then, as if he was graced upon realization, the borderline maniacal bloke pointed an accusatory finger at Pandora.

“What did you do?!”

Pandora looked from the boy to you, her expression somewhere between awe and mild panic. “…I think I accidentally summoned him?”

The boy, who was wearing (hideous) Slytherin robes, by the way, and not just any Slytherin robes, but the kind only someone with an absurd amount of family wealth and blood purity obsession could get away with- made an outraged noise.

“Summoned?” he repeated incredulously. “Summoned? What the hell, Rosier! I was in the middle of a conversation- ” He stopped short, his eyes narrowing. “Where is Regulus?”

You blinked. “Regulus? As in Regulus Black?”

“No, Regulus Frownalot” He answered sarcastically, expression flickered, something calculating shifting behind his eyes. “Yes, Regulus Black. Wait. Who are you?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but before you could, Lily- bless her prefect instincts- stood up, dusting off her skirt. “Alright,” she said, ever the problem solver. “Let’s remain calm. Clearly, this was some sort of magical mishap, and we just need to figure out how to send you back.”

The boy turned to her, incredulous. “Send me back? Oh, brilliant idea. Let me just pop over to the nearest return portal- oh, wait! I can’t, because you lot just ripped me out of existence!”

“Technically,” Pandora said brightly, “I think we just shifted your existence a little!”

“You think?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Okay, everyone shut up for a second. Let’s take a step back. You- Slytherin boy- who are you, and why were you talking to Regulus?”

He gave you a scathing look. “I am Barty Crouch Junior. And I was talking to Regulus because that is what friends do. Why am I even telling you this? You should've introduced yourself before asking me! I asked first, red moron!”

You stared at him, ignoring his absolute pathetic juvenile behavior. “Barty Crouch Junior? As in Crouch Crouch?”

“Wow,” Marlene whispered. “We summoned a Crouch. That’s a new level of unfortunate.”

Barty looked moments away from hexing someone. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I inconveniencing you by being unwillingly transported into your- your filthy lion's den of all places?” His lips curled in distaste. “Merlin, it smells like Quidditch and coitus in here.”

“Alright, first of all, we are all perfect little saints practicing celibacy,” you shot back, but you could hear a mumbled 'like hell we are' from somewhere next to you. “Second, we didn’t mean to summon you.”

“Oh, that’s comforting. I feel very much safe now”

“Look, we’ll figure out how to send you back, alright?” You folded your arms. “Until then, you’re just going to have to sit tight and deal with it.”

Barty scoffed. “Fantastic. Trapped in a room with a bunch of Gryffindors. What a dream come true.”

“You know, for someone who just got accidentally kidnapped, you’re being remarkably annoying about it.”

Barty glared. You glared back back with your best scowl. But something in the air crackled. And for the first time, a flicker of something else crossed his face- mild curiosity, maybe, or amusement.

“Fine,” he muttered, crossing his arms. “Let’s see if you Gryffindors can actually fix this mess.”

Barty had spent the last hour in a state of perpetual annoyance, arms crossed, watching as you and your friends frantically flipped through Pandora’s cursed book. He had interjected a few times, mostly to mock the inefficiency of Gryffindors under pressure, but for the most part, he just sat there, an unwilling hostage to whatever this absolute mess of an evening had become.

And then there was Pandora.

Barty had tolerated a lot of things tonight: being yanked out of existence, being surrounded by Gryffindors, even Marlene’s relentless teasing. But Pandora Rosier who had been nothing but comforting to him? She was testing him.

Because while the rest of you were frantically trying to find a spell to reverse whatever Pandora had done, the witch herself had been flipping through the book at a leisurely pace, humming to herself, occasionally muttering things like, Oh, that’s an interesting rune placement, I should write Xeno or Wow, that would have been so much worse, Evan would like it.

And now? Now she was giggling. Barty had had enough.

“Are you enjoying this?” he snapped, watching as she grinned at some obscure text.

Pandora looked up, unbothered. “Immensely.”

“Wonderful,” Barty deadpanned. “Glad to know my involuntary abduction is providing you with a bit of light entertainment, Panda.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Barts,” Pandora said, waving a hand. “It’s not like you’re suffering.”

“You summoned me, Pandora!”

“And you’re the one acting like I performed dark magic,” she shot back, turning a page. “Honestly, I’ve seen worse displacement spells. You could have been summoned into a lake. Or the astral plane.”

Barty narrowed his eyes. “I hate you.”

Pandora beamed. “Regulus would be so sad to hear that.”

“Regulus is going to murder you when I tell him about this.”

“You think that,” Pandora mused, “but I reckon he’d be far too amused to be properly angry. He’s got that weird little laugh when he’s trying to hide how funny he finds something. You know the one.”

Barty scowled because, unfortunately, he did know the one.

Marlene, ever entertained by the spectacle, leaned over to you and whispered, “I kind of love that she’s not scared of him.”

You grinned. “Oh, she thrives on chaos.”

Barty, meanwhile, pinched the bridge of his nose. “Can we focus? I’d rather not be here when the sun comes up, thank you very much.”

“We are focusing,” Lily snapped, looking dangerously close to hexing him herself. Tou grinned, taking great pleasure in the teens anger. "Yes, Barts, we are working so hard right now. Do be patience, will you."

“I highly doubt that,” Barty muttered. “At the rate you’re going, I’ll be a permanent resident.”

Dorcas groaned, flopping back onto her bed. “We’re trying, alright? But magic like this isn’t exactly easy to undo!”

Mary, who had woken up ten minutes ago, no one really noticed that she fell asleep like a baby in her girl's lap, groggily mumbled, “What if we just… did the spell backwards?”

Pandora looked delighted by the suggestion. “That’s actually not the worst idea-!”

“No,” Barty interrupted. “Absolutely not. I am not about to let any of you risk splitting me in half because you thought it would be fun to rewind me into existence.”

“You say that like it’s not a completely valid risk,” Pandora mused.

Barty clenched his jaw. “I swear to Merlin-”

And then, after another twenty minutes of arguing, another round of searching, and another layer of pure exhaustion settling over the group-

You suddenly stopped flipping through the book. Everything went quiet. You furrowed your brows, then looked up at Barty. “…Why are we even doing this?”

Barty exhaled sharply. “Finally. Thank you. That’s what I’ve been saying-”

“No, no,” you interrupted, shutting the book with a thump. “I mean… why are we looking for a spell when you could just… y'know, walk out the door?”

The room fell into dead silence. Even the storm outside seemed to pause.

Barty blinked. “…What?”

“You go to school here,” you said slowly, as if explaining something to a particularly dense child. “Your dormitory is literally downstairs. Instead of looking for some complicated reversal spell, you could just… leave.”

A full beat of silence.

Then, a particularly annoying groan of frustration could be heard. “You-” Barty gestured wildly, “-You fuckers had me sitting here for hours-”

“To be fair,” Pandora interjected with a raised hand, “you didn’t think of it either. Aren't you supposed to be smart, Mister 12 O.W.L.s? ”

Barty let out a strangled noise of pure exasperation. “Dont go smarty pants with me, Panda. Are you telling me that I could have left at any time? That you idiots had me sitting here, wasting my life, when all I had to do was walk out the door?”

“Well,” Pandora said cheerfully, “yes.”

Lily, meanwhile, had buried her face in her hands. “I cannot believe we’re this stupid.”

Mary nodded, looking absolutely done with all of this, just muttered, “I need a drink.”

Barty stood up so fast his chair nearly toppled over. “You know what? I’m done. I am leaving. I never want to see any of you again.”

Dorcas, still half-sprawled on her bed, yawned. “Go on, then.”

Barty stormed toward the door. You watched him go, something oddly anticlimactic about the way he just- left.

No grand magical solution. No complicated ritual.

Just… walking.

He reached the door, yanked it open but paused, tilting his head. He turned back, eyes landing on you for just a second longer than necessary.

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Barty scoffed. “Nothing.” He looked at Pandora, scowling. “You’re the worst.”

Pandora smiled like he’d just paid her a compliment. “Tight sleep, Barts! Remember to use the acorn essence for the whackspurts.”

He rolled his eyes but nodded. And with that, he turned on his heel and disappeared down the stairs.

The second he was gone, Marlene burst out laughing. “That was so much better than if we’d actually figured out the spell.”

Lily groaned. “I still can’t believe we didn’t think of that earlier.”

Mary, flopping back into the pillows, simply muttered, “I hate magic. Should've just ignored the damn letters.”

Pandora, ever the menace, just picked up her book again and sighed happily. “That was so fun. We should summon people more often.”

You looked at her, horrified. “'Dora, no.”

But as the others laughed, as the storm outside finally settled, you couldn’t help but glance at the door, thinking of the strange way Barty had looked at you before he left.

Temporary housemate to acquaintances indeed.

[didalexiabreakupwitholgaisback]

barcelona with patri guijarro 🥳🏖️

source: barcelonasecreta on instagram

translation under the cut:

to warm up for el clàssic on 23 march, we spoke with patri guijarro: a mallorcan, barça star and sushi lover.

in the playground, i was the only one playing. i wanted to join a women's team, and it was very difficult to find teams because there was nothing about women's football on tv, nothing in the newspapers, very few teams… from 7 to 14, i played on a boy's team.

who was your first reference to women's football?

i started to look up to virginia torrecilla because she played there for the "colle," el collerense, where i played with the boys. i was lucky enough to play with her later on the national team. after finishing my first year of high school, that is, i was still in my second year of high school, i came here to barcelona. first, because it was barça, and i couldn't say no. i've always loved barça. and two, barça made a huge effort and gave me the facilities to study at la masia. it was tough, but there were memories of "wow, i'm on a truly professional team fighting for titles."

what was the experience of playing at the spotify camp nou?

it was amazing to see so many people so involved with us, so close, cheering us on. the truth is that the culers that day…it was spectacular, and on top of that, getting a win was even better.

a dish of catalan cuisine:

i'm very simple: pà amb tomàquet. at dinner with pà amb tomàquet, i'm very happy.

your perfect plans in barcelona:

do something fun with an activity, like the improshow at the treatreneu. coffee, for example here at bar la camila. if i need a bit of relaxation and peace, go to castelldefels, to the beach, to relax. in barcelona, ​​restaurant parco is amazing. and in sabadell, there's one called kisamba sabadell. It's my favourite.

do you and your teammates hang out a lot when you're not playing?

if we have a free day the next day after a game and don't finish too late, we tend to get something to eat and dinner at home.

do you cook on the team or do you order takeout?

no, we usually order. there was one time we had a get-together to make christmas cookies, recently, during this past christmas. it was funny because we're obviously not experts, but hey, if we invite people, we usually order.

hi, i'm patri guijarro, and we're inviting you all to the clásico game on the 23rd. see you there!

[sterredem]

“boyfriend”

Sabrina carpenter x fem!driver!reader

Face claim Pinterest girls, alessi rose

Summary Y/n is obsessed with Sabrina and the internet notices…

Warning hate, spelling mistakes, not proofread

A/N this is for a request, my other Sabrina post getting 900 notes and my one year anniversary on tumblr!!

This was a request!

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Yourusername yes

User1 so true

GracieAbrams cuties

User2 We love a fangirl girlfriend

User3 so hothorhot tho

User4 😍😍😍

User5 I don’t know if I want her or if I want to be her

User6 I love them with all my heart

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Yourusername I love seeing my favourite girl on stage! Also got arrested by said girl!

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Chappelroan You and your favourite girl need to see me soon!!

Yourusername I’ll make sure if it!!

Taylorswift My children🥰🥰

Landonorris don’t you have a job??

User7 they’re both so hotttt

User8 simp much

User9 idk if it was planned but I love that the Australia concert and the gp was in the same week but a few days earlier! It’s like they planned it

User10 I think y/n said that Sabrina had plannned a few shows around the f1 calendar so that she could attend the concerts and that Sabrina could go to races

User9 Omg that’s so cute tho!!!!

User11 They are so precious to me

User12 I would feel so uncomfortable if my partner did a concert with so many sexual things, like where’s her self respect and the respect for the relationship??

Yourusername the respect is in trusting each other and no, I don’t feel uncomfortable because my girlfriend is a literal goddess that I worship and everyone should

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Yourusername My two jobs: car and professional girlfriend

No but all jokes aside, Australia you were great, got some points and were ready for next week!

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Sabrinacarpenter And you’re amazing at both!!

Yourusername You know it!!

User13 best rookie this year tbh

User14 Y/n sure is a busy woman

Laufey You’re the only reason I watch cars go in circles

Yourusername I’m glad to be your only reason

User15 💪💪

User16 Fav driver ever

User17 Red bull dominance for Y/n!!

User18 I love her obsession with her girlfriend

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Sabrinacarpenter I always love Australia!!🇦🇺

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Yourusername I’m in love

Yourusername pretty

Yourusername hot

Yourusername foaming at the mouth

User19 you do realise this is public right?

Yourusername yeah… I know

Oliviarodrigo Cuties

User20 is that f1 I see??

User21 Because of the country or the people?

User22 I think cause the concert and race

User23 They are both obsessed with each other

User24 one a bit more than the other…

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User26 she looks so good tho

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User28 If this is her clapping back at the people saying that Y/n is being creepy than that is iconic

User29 Seeing this after seeing that Y/n got p3 really makes you think that Sabrina is her lucky charm

User30 I can’t breath

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SabrinaCarpenter My Y/n is the most amazing, beautiful and amazing person I know, and it hurts me deeply to see what people are saying about her. She may show more of our love online and she may come and support me more than I do with her, but that does not mean anything. Y/n is a very affectionate person and she loves to show that to the world, and with both of our life’s we sometimes take more pleasure in seeing each other out of the public eye rather than in there. So what people are saying about the love of my life in insane and they should not comment on our personal life.

And to my dear Y/n, you are the absolute best thing in my life, I love you sososo much and happy 1 year anniversary my angel

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Oliviarodrigo you guys don’t deserve that! Happy anniversary!

Taylorswift you all are literal angels🥰 ignore the haters and happy one year!!

Conangrey forever on you guys side! Have an amazing day!!

Jennaortega You all desire the world! Happy 1 year and love you forever!

Landonorris I can’t believe that people would say such awful things! I hope you all are okay!

Chappelroan if anyone ever says anything bad about you guys again lmk I’ll handle it! Also happy anniversary to many more year!!

Billieilish I’m literally obsessed with you guys, happy anniversary and don’t listen to the haters

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Yourusername My beautiful, lovely, most amazing Sabrina Carpnter. I love you so much and I can’t express in words how much. Thank you to all that you have done for me this year, and I hope that there will be many more to come!

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[heylittleriotact]

𝐢 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑

𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐔

𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤'𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝.

𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞.

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One Month Later

Rook's familiar form appeared on the stairs, stockinged feet skipping downwards as she hurried towards the door.

Even through the dusty glass, he could tell she looked divine, and when her bright smile lit up her face and she opened the door for him, her loveliness increased tenfold.

"Damn you clean up nice, don't you?" She practically dragged him inside and looked him over head-to-toe as if he was a particularly tempting Wintersend sweet she was having difficulty resisting. She slipped her hands under the lapels of his favourite wool suit - material a bespoke dark teal, single breasted, and not merely tailored to fit, but entirely custom made. She embraced him tightly with the sort of relieved gratitude that might belong to someone who hadn't seen him for a week instead, never mind the single day it had been. "I mean when you think about it, I guess you've just swapped one suit out for another, but I like this... it's nice seeing you in formalwear that isn't black for a change."

Pulling away, she smiled up at him. She smelled of vanilla and cinnamon - warmth and luxury that might have come across as sophisticated and extravagant if not for the unmistakable hint of citrus that trailed the base notes of the fragrance - it was the subtle bergamot and bitter orange punctuating the scent that kept it flirtatious and carefree where it might have otherwise been stuffy and predictable: it suited Rook perfectly - which was why he had purchased it for her when she became enamoured by a sample she'd come across weeks earlier. When she immediately balked at the price tag, supplying that anything that cost more than $60 per bottle was a pointless luxury, Emmrich only smiled indulgently at her and insisted it was no trouble on his part.

She soon revisited her definition of 'pointless luxury' shortly after unboxing the bottle of perfume when they returned to his house and she dabbed it on her pulse-points. The remainder of the afternoon saw her swanning around his home like she was Orlesian nobility: it clearly made her feel good - made her feel beautiful and empowered.

He wanted her to feel like that always.

"So glad that you think so, darling," his hand drifted down her bare arm from her shoulder as he enjoyed the sight of her attire for the evening as well. "And you are entirely breathtaking - though that comes as no surprise."

“You always know just what to say, don’t you?” She started up the stairs and Emmrich trailed behind, watching the hypnotizing shift of her gorgeous ass that was concealed under the tight material of the little black cocktail dress she wore - also courtesy of his credit card: she said she needed a new dress for the party, and he certainly wasn’t going to leave her to shoulder yet another financial burden during the time of year that was extremely costly for many people already.

“I speak only the truth, dear.”

It’s the right thing to do, he’d told himself at the time. It’s what anyone would do for their significant other if they had the means.

It certainly wasn’t born of a neurotic compulsion to hold her interest and prove himself: I’m safe, see? Stable, see? You need not want for anything with me, for I will give you the world and then some: jackets, dresses, designer shoes - orgasms - the 10 karat ruby and diamond necklace currently burning a hole in my pocket… please be my last love - please be the one…

Closing the door behind them, she breezed past Emmrich, her redolent perfume following in her wake. “Wine?” She asked, holding up her own half-empty glass of something red and cheap that probably tasted like grape jam.

“No thank you, darling. I’ll have something to drink when we get to the party.”

Rook nodded and passed him again, bringing her wine with her to the bathroom where she had clearly been finishing up with her hair when he arrived.

Emmrich watched, leaning against the wall outside the bathroom door, entranced by Rook as she resumed her routine.

He was quite certain he loved her.

But when to tell her that? When would be the best time to say the thing that could not be unsaid if her reaction was unfavourable?

She misted a bit of hairspray into the strands of hair that framed her face, then wrapped one of them around the barrel of her curling iron, standing on her tip-toes and leaning over the sink to closely inspect her makeup in the mirror.

He could tell her now - slip it into casual conversation with all the aloof nonchalance that he might use to remark on the shade and texture of the carpet beneath his feet.

She would look over her arm at him, curling iron still pressed to her head, and she’d laugh dismissively and ask if he’d been drinking before he came over. Then she'd shake her head before looking back at her reflection, thereby granting him absolution for his errant slip of the tongue.

“The Legendary Pink Dots, hm?” He observed instead, noting Rook’s choice of music that was issuing from the living room.

“Yeah. Been listening to them a bit more lately. I knew of them before, but finding that t-shirt in your drawer last month got me to thinking I should check out more of their stuff.” She unfurled the loose spiral of black hair from the curling iron and began twirling the hair on the other side of her head around it. The rest of her hair was pinned up in a simple but classy bun. “They’re good - super chill but like… still moody and somehow… kinda prog-y if you know what I mean?”

“Edward Ka-Spel and Phil Knight tapped into something quite unique when they got together. Which album are you enjoying the most?”

Rook sipped her wine, tipped her chin downwards and batted her lashes at herself in a way that served to remind Emmrich once again that - yes, you are certifiably mad about her.

“I mean… have you seen their discography? There are so many albums! I’m still working my way through, but right now it’s a toss up between Asylum and The Crushed Velvet Apocalypse with Apocalypse being slightly in the lead because ‘Just A Lifetime’ is a fucking banger.”

She set down the curling iron and unplugged it, squinting as she misted her hair with one more coat of hairspray.

“Just A Lifetime is particularly memorable,” he agreed.

“How much time do we have before we need to go?”

Emmrich lifted his wrist and glanced at his watch. “About fifteen minutes. Both Elijah and Becks are on the way into downtown, so it won’t take long from here.”

“Perfect.” She slipped by him again, her hand flat against his stomach as she imparted unto him a passing smooch on the way to her bedroom.

Every year Emmrich made himself available to carpool to the Wintersend dinner so folks that weren't driving didn’t have to find their own way there - they were responsible for their transportation home at the end of the night, but he was happy to provide a lift to the party to his colleagues.

This year, it presented a convenient excuse for he and Rook to arrive together: there couldn’t possibly be anything going on between them if she was just one more McDermott & Rafferty employee who had taken him up on a ride to the dinner, right?

A month into their relationship, they had managed to maintain discretion at work despite the challenges that presented themselves. For the most part they had both managed to maintain a facade of polite professionalism, trotted out in the form of cordial inquiries after each other’s weekends, banal small talk, and the courteous offer to top up the other’s coffee if one was going down to the staff room for a refill.

Of course, beneath all of that - and out of the view of their colleagues - were uncountable lingering glances veiled with anything from lust to admiration; there were carefully stolen touches - fleeting moments briefer than a second where Emmrich would sidle in behind her at her desk to reach for something in one of the cupboards, and his fingers would skitter over her shoulder as if to say ‘mind your head’ when he opened the door, even though there was no risk of it hitting her.

Sometimes their resolve wavered entirely, and they gambled on the electrifying risk of a long, slow, sweet kiss hidden in plain sight in an arrangement office when they knew they were unlikely to be interrupted.

Nobody thought anything of her leaving with him on the days they worked together: driving lessons had been the excuse since the beginning, and no one had any reason to suspect otherwise: if anyone was going to spend his spare time helping a coworker practice driving, it was Emmrich Volkarin.

But it couldn’t last forever - they both knew that. There would eventually come a time when it was no longer practical to continue their relationship in private, and something insistent and annoying in the back of Emmrich’s mind told him that time was coming soon: perhaps after the holidays, they had decided when it had been briefly mentioned by Rook a couple of weeks earlier.

Rook unboxed the brand new, metallic gold pointed toe stilettos (again, his doing) she’d stashed in her closet. Whisking the balled up tissue paper out of the toes, she slipped her feet into them and struck a pose for him, hitting a wide stance and resting her hands on her hips, chin tilted upwards, face endearingly haughty as she pouted like a bratty supermodel.

“Radiant,” Emmrich declared reverently - for she was: tattooed, foul-mouthed, plonk-loving and imperfect. A vision of beautiful flaws with hair dyed a shade of black that came from a supermarket aisle and could never be mistaken for natural, with ochre nicotine stains shading the insides of her index and middle finger. Her makeup was heavy and aggressive, blacks and reds contrasting sharply against pale, pale skin like war-paint. She was intense, obtuse, and defiant from top to bottom, but so, so alluring…

“One final thing to bring it all together, I think…” he crossed the room and stood before her, a humble supplicant granted a rare audience with a goddess to render unto her an offering in exchange for her benign favour… her boon… perhaps even her love…

Grey eyes flitted to the rectangular black velvet box he held between them. “Seriously?”

“I couldn’t help but notice that you possess very little gold - that’s said to be bad luck."

“Well that certainly explains a lot,” Rook quirked an eyebrow and lifted the box from his fingers.

“I would be terribly remiss if I didn’t do something about it,” he said, delighting in the rounding of her eyes when she flipped the lid open to see the elegant necklace for the first time. “Do you like it, darling? It’s important that you like it, you see - if you don’t like it then you’ll never wear it—”

“I love it!”

One word off. So close…

“Help me put it on?” Her face might have broken if she smiled any wider, and she pushed the box back into his hands, taking advantage of the momentary distraction to grab him by the lapels and crush her mouth against his.

“Mhmph!” He acquiesced around her tongue, distantly aware that he was going to have to scrub half of her lipstick off of his face before they picked anybody up because its presence would almost certainly raise questions… and eyebrows. A thin strand of saliva snapped between them when they parted and she settled herself on the chintzy red and gold paisley chair at her vanity, happy as anything.

“Mmmm... I feel like Rose in ‘Titanic’ except the dude putting a fancy necklace on me isn’t a massive prick,” she beamed, fingers tip-tapping excitedly against the scuffed wooden surface of the vanity as Emmrich - beaming as well - fastened the elegant and simple chain at the back of her neck. As hoped, the rectangular ruby, horizontally set across the thin gold chain was complimented by her pale complexion and the black and grey inks that lingered a few inches from it. A couple of inches up the chain, sat a single round cut diamond, lending a contemporary asymmetrical quality to the piece: it was unique and original, but not tacky or tasteless… much like Rook.

“Thank you, Emmrich,” she said, rising from the chair. “It’s honestly the nicest thing anyone’s ever given me.” Her fingers ran over the surface of the chain as if making sure it hadn’t vanished when she looked away from her reflection. “Thank you for all of this,” she motioned at herself. “I… I know you want to do it, but I feel like I have to tell you that you don’t have to—”

He silenced her fussing when he pulled her against him and surprised her with a kiss this time.

That appeared to be the excuse she needed, because before he could stop her - citing the fact that they needed to leave imminently to pick up Elijah and Becks - Rook had stripped his jacket down his arms and undone his belt buckle.

Whilst he was babbling something about needing to warm up the car, Rook dropped to her knees and fished his cock out of his underwear, wrapping her lips around it with brazen confidence that made his knees wobble and forced him to grip the back of the vanity chair.

It was sloppy. It was rude. It was wet and a bit trashy. The other half of her lipstick that she hadn’t baptized his face with was now smeared all over his cock, bright red and streaky.

He couldn’t help the embarrassingly ragged groan that ripped out of him when she swallowed around him, hollowing her cheeks and massaging the throbbing underside of him with her tongue.

“D-darling!” He panted, “You really don’t need to… mustn’t think that - that I… expect you to - we ought t-to be going, you see - I w-would hate to ruin your m-uh-makeup—”

He popped out of her mouth, lewd… vulgar… mind-numbingly erotic - and she looked up at him from the floor, the tip of his dick resting against her chin as she breathed, “Yes, we ought to hurry.” She shot to her feet and hiked her skirt up over her hips, bending over the back of the grotesque little chair and pushing her arse into the air. “I need you to fuck me.”

He could have made some excuse about time: about dreading being late - about worrying they’d smell of sex and sweat... about anything really, but as he stared at the pale round ass before him and the garters that ran down the legs attached to it, he discovered that he didn’t feel particularly moved to pass this up.

“Very well,” he purred, one hand drifting to her hip, the other towards her nightstand where the condoms were kept.

“Wait–” she said when she realized what he was going for. “I… I wanna feel you,” she explained. “All of you.”

Oh.

Oh.

“My - uh… I have an IUD, remember?” She offered - he must have looked hesitant. “But if you’re not comfortable—” she blurted, seeming less confident suddenly. “— we can… w-we don’t have to—”

Shivering at what this meant - the unavoidable implication of such intimacy - he shushed her gently, drawing his hand back from the drawer to cup a handful of her ass, kneading the soft flesh and nuzzling into her hair, careful not to mess it up or take his eye out on a bobby pin. He pressed up against her, his leaking cock resting on the curve of her rear, leaving a glistening trail of precum on her skin.

“You’re sure, darling?” He whispered, willing his voice steady.

“Maker’s tits - yes. I’m not sleeping around with anyone else, are you?”

“Of course not!” The question had been rhetorical, but he couldn’t keep the hint of indignation from his tone.

Never. Never anyone else. Never again, if he had his way…

“Then let’s goooo!” She whined. “I can only get so wet.”

He imparted a soft smack to the ass cheek he’d been massaging in response to the snarky comment, causing Rook's breath to catch in her throat. “I would have it such that you were wetter still if we had the time, but you make it so difficult to say no to you, my sweet, lovely Rook…” he felt her shiver at his words, and he reached down to slip aside the flimsy little wisp of fabric that was covering her cunt - one of those seamless undergarments that professed to do away with unsightly lines and lumps.

He guided himself between her legs, feeling a shiver of his own when - for the first time - he felt the unimpeded heat and slickness of her against the head of his cock as he swept through her folds, breaching the tight, inviting entrance that awaited him.

Rook emitted a small hiss as he eased inside, and he heard a tentative ‘oh’ pass his own lips as he felt every euphoric inch of her walls - every ridge and valley, clenching and pressing around him until he was fully seated within her.

To hell with the dinner - he’d been to all twenty-seven iterations of the annual Wintersend soirée since he started at McDermott & Rafferty, and all twenty-seven were more of the same: a glorified staff meeting where everyone was too nervous to properly enjoy themselves, lest they offend a Rafferty and find themselves surrendering their tie and name tag Monday morning.

This was what really mattered - she was what really mattered - and being buried in her unyielding warmth… Rook’s perfect, accepting, fascinating warmth…

She squirmed against him, sending a jolt of sensation through his cock that dragged him back to the present.

“Fuck me you feel good, Emmrich…” she groaned, thrusting against him shallowly - not enough to make him blow his top, but enough to cause his fingers to tighten into the sleek fabric of her dress over her hips.

He met her next thrust, driving a rich moan from her, palming a breast through the fabric of her dress and squeezing. “So do you, darling…”

He wished he had something more romantic to say, but as her fingernails scraped into the textured paisley of the chair and she bounced on his cock, that incredible perfume wafting around them, he found that words failed him for the first time in his life, thoughts replaced with only her and the dawning realization that she felt too good: he was going to cum. Oh - he was going to cum soon…

“Rook…” he rasped, trying to slow her frantic, needy pace, certain his cock had never felt harder than it was in that moment. “Rook - ah - w-where—?”

She placed her hand over his, leaving indents in the backs of his fingers where her nails dug in, “Inside me,” she panted, not missing a beat - not hesitating at all. “Ohhh fuck… please cum in me, Emmrich…”

More beautiful words had never been spoken, written, or imagined: the art of the world’s greatest and most famous writers and poets was reduced to the low-brow pandering of the purple smutty drek peddled in drugstores and airports when compared to Rook's intensely evocative phrase. And well… since she asked so very nicely…

One more stroke of her perfect cunt was all it took to send him over the edge. He felt his dick twitch against her walls, and then the rhythmic pulsation of release as he spilled deep inside of her, the warmth and weight of his semen mingling with her own sweet secretions as she tightened around him.

He sagged against her back, rubbing her hip soothingly, trailing kisses up her neck, thanking her, praising her - worshipping her, and when the throes of her own orgasm subsided, she slipped off of him and turned around.

She reached between her legs and collected a thick bead of his spend that had begun migrating down the inside of her thigh with her fingertip. His heart nearly beat out of his chest when she laved her tongue over that finger while wearing the coy expression of one indulging in a wayward dollop of icing left behind after decorating a cake.

‘I love you!’ He wanted to scream, shattering the quiet sensuality of the moment. He wanted to take her by the shoulders and shake her, staring down into her face as he raved. ‘I love you, Rook! Do you love me back? I beg you - please don’t leave me like this - I simply must know!’

However, that was not an appropriate way to comport oneself and would surely frighten the poor thing out of his arms forever. So Emmrich did the next best thing: he put his dick away, kissed Rook so passionately he was sure he felt her sway against him slightly, and then offered her his silk pocket square to save her the awkwardness of hobbling to the bathroom to clean up.

They were going to be late, and for once, Emmrich couldn’t care less.

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to be close to you

Benedict Bridgerton x reader

summary: a courtship like no other and one for the ages || warnings: heart aching fluff, light panic attack at the end || word count: 1078 || masterlist

Benedict first caught sight of you from across the ballroom. You were enchanting from the first glance, bewitching his mind, body and soul. He had taken a step, intent on introducing himself to you but your mother had approached you with another gentleman on her arm, insisting the two of you took a dance together.

He turned to his younger brother asking, “Who is that?”

“Some Lord's daughter.” Colin brushed him off, staring at another. “Go and introduce yourself.”

He spent the rest of the evening looking back to you as you danced with various men. None of them captivated you, none of them could capture your affections and you often looked bored as you danced, only smiling when the songs ended and you could retreat to the side of the room once again.

He approached, ignoring other Mamas pushing their daughters at him. You glance up as he approached and Benedict was relieved to not see the steel gaze you offer the other gentlemen.

“May I have this dance?”

A smile graces your lips. “Yes you may.”

He took your hand and you took to the dance floor. Your bodies reacted to each other seamlessly, like this was a dance you had done together hundreds of times. No words were exchanged, moving in sync and fitting together perfectly. In that moment, Benedict had found his perfection, the only muse he would ever want or need. As the dance drew to a close, you found yourself wishing the musicians would continue playing forever.

��My name is Y/N Harding, youngest daughter of Lord Harding.” You whisper to the man an introduction as he spins you. He has bewitched you before you have even officially met.

“Benedict Bridgerton. It's a pleasure to make your aquaintance.” He seemed almost nervous to be talking to you.

The rest of the dance occurred in silence, the two of you trading soft smiles and then glancing down at the floor to try and hide the blood rushing to your faces. When the music finally stopped Benedict didn't step away from your side. He followed you to the side of the floor and took your hand in his once again, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“I wonder if I might call on you? In the morning?”

You bashfully smile. “I would like nothing more.” He begins to turn but you reach after him. “Mr Bridgerton? It may fair you well to know my mother's favourite flowers are lilacs.”

Benedict practically grinned. “Very well. And may I be so forward as to ask what your favourites are?”

“How bold of you Mr Bridgerton.” You tease. “I am partial to lilies, but I will not refuse roses if they were gifted to me.”

He calls the next day with a bunch of lilacs and a bouquet of lilies for you. He hands them to your mother and then you. He positively charms you entire family and leaves a giddy smile on your face when he departs.

At the next ball, even in a crowded room of people, you are the first he sees. He makes his way over, engaging you in conversation that always ends in dance. Every time you’re near him, the world softens and chaos melts away. You dance around each other, careful not to step too close. Your movements are synced, a fragile thread holding you apart.

The next morning, a note arrives from Benedict, apologising for his absence and promising you an extra dance to make up for it.

“I believe we will have a marriage before the end of your season.” Your mother doesn’t even look up from her embroidery as she talks to you, a small smile on her face.

“I know.” You remind her. “I know father wants me wed.”

“That is not what I saying my dear.” Your mother interjects. “Perhaps you should be bold with your choices…”

“What would you have me say? Would you like me to profess my abilities loudly like the other debutantes? My fluency in English, German, Latin and Russian, my dazzling pianoforte, my mediocre dancing, my sizeable dowry and my family name?”

“Y/N!”

You frown, “I am not for sale! Father may want me to marry. But I wish to marry the man I want. I do not intend for me to marry a man I do not know simply because he wants me.”

Your mother chastises you but her eyes soften. “I am not trying to force you into marriage. I am simply suggesting you have already found your match.”

“What?”

“Surely you are not blind!” She exclaimed. “Mr Bridgerton.”

You inhale sharply. “Benedict?”

She raises an eyebrow. “Who else?”

The more you thought about it, the more a life with Benedict seemed like exactly what you wanted. But the doubt in your mind told you that he was entertaining himself and would never want to marry you. It was ridiculous to think your mind ever doubted it.

The thread holding you and Benedict apart snaps and you never wish to be parted from him. It’s this thought that dictates your actions as he holds you close mid-waltz.

“I think I love you Benedict Bridgerton.”

Benedict hides a blush as he replies, “Only think? For I am certain that I am entirely in love with you Y/N Harding.”

Your heart jumps countless beats at his words.

He leans closer to you. “I shall call on you tomorrow morning, just for you to prepare.” He winks and you could faint right here and then.

But ever since that day, Benedict has been nothing but the perfect partner you could ever ask for. He married you as soon as he could, barely spending a day apart throughout your engagement.

He calmed you at your tensest moments, reminding you everyday how incredibly loved you were. There was never any doubt with Ben. He held your shoulders tightly, watching you spiral yourself downwards.

“Listen to my heartbeat, to my voice.” He whispers. “Focus on it and nothing else, keep doing that. You're doing so well.” His words were the only things you could hear in your panicked state, the only thing keeping you sane. “Keep doing that. You'll be fine my princess.”

You mumble something against his neck. He pulled away to listen properly. “Since when was I a princess?”

Benedict huffed out a laugh. “Since the day you caught my heart.” He said. “You are my princess, my duchess, my brave, beautiful Y/N.”

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[dialecticaldimensions]

Hello to any x files fans out there, I think I am finally ready to start my season 8 journey. Had to pause because I knew what was coming and as someone that was freshly experiencing grief about a year ago, I could not bring myself to continue… 

But!!! After a year of religiously consuming fanfic and reading many many msr/x files think pieces (shout out to @randomfoggytiger @thursdayinspace & @deathsbestgirl, I love scrolling your blogs & reading all of your thoughts!!) and also living vicariously through juni’s (mulders-too-large-shirt, not gonna tag her in case this is spoils something about s8) live blogging, I think I am finally ready to jump back in. 

I am so looking forward to the episodes I haven’t watched (despite already being irked with some plot lines), but I do like to watch source material for myself!! And the x files is truly some source material!!

For a show that was written in the 90s, the way I am sooooo drawn to Scully as a complex,well-rounded female character that I think even the more modern shows sometimes fail to fully capture. Because she’s just so complex and layered and multi dimensional in a way that I relate to and in the way that I see so many of the women in my own life. 

The way Scully is determined and strong and wants to be a boss-ass bitch, but is still sooo kind and empathetic and soft and girly (even though I think she wouldn’t really like to be associated with that term). 

Ugh, just ugh!!! As someone who also constantly struggles with wanting to be feminine and also wanting to be taken seriously!! I get it!! I get her!!! And gillian played this really well imo. There is so much depth to the way scully is portrayed even in times of shitty writing or less than compelling plot points. I have never been so drawn into a female character the way I have with her! 

And Mulder, my beloved. Definitely one of my all-time favourite male characters. He really is very kind and always willing to empathize with the victim. And the way he carries everything that happened with samantha and wraps it in layers and layers of dumb-ass humour, collapsing into his work and falling into his need to save everyone and everything around him. 

What I really like is how he is sooo determined to make the world better in the ways he knows how. And god, the way he claims the need to not trust anyone and be suspicious and question everything but never actually does that at some critical moments!! Because he so badly wants to believe in the goodness of people and wants to believe that he is worth the help, that they see what he’s fighting for and are willing to fight that fight. I want to scream about this so often. There is so much beauty in the subtle vulnerabilities of Mulder’s character and the way that he carries all that!! Again shout out to david for really playing to that in how he acts as Mulder. 

And then you put these two complex, flawed, unhinged individuals together and I have never known peace since!!! In the absolute best way. I have to say in the 15 years of being involved in a whole range of fandoms, I have never been quite as taken with a ship as I have been with msr. The way they fall into each other truly has me clutching at my heart. 

Because it really really is a meeting of minds and values and essences and an inherent understanding of what it means to exist in this world. They both have their own journey with that last one, but I think the way they move through that journey is soooo complementary to each other and that they could have only undertaken that journey once they met. 

… did not mean for this to be an essay haha, but this is what happens when I get started. This was mostly just a post to say if anyone wants to keep me company as I navigate s8 onwards, it would be v v welcomed! Periodic thought posts on the episodes will show up eventually ✨👽🛸