#victorious rpf

[mygif2u]

i care (a lot)

Pairing: Elitoria Character(s): Elizabeth Gillies/Victoria Justice Rating: T Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe, Screen Test, Chemistry Read

Elizabeth opened her eyes.

And froze.

For who had just walked in but Victoria Justice.

Victoria. Fucking. Justice.

The woman she hadn't seen in so long, the woman she hadn't been in the same room with in even longer. The woman she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about in over 10 years.

OR, the universe in which Liz Gillies and Victoria Justice are cast as Marla and Fran in the movie I Care a Lot.

Read it below, or on AO3.

A/N: Basically as the summary suggests – I took a few liberties with what was written in the script and what was shown on screen, but then again what fanfics don’t, right?

Also this is just for fun, it’s not to imply anything about either Liz or Vic, it’s just a big what-if scenario that I thought sounded neat. Hopefully by the end of this, you’ll think so too. In any case, enjoy!

“Alright, we’ve got one more to go through then we are done for the day. Take 5 everyone.”

Elizabeth sighed internally as Jay left the studio, leaving Jeanne and Angela at the casting table, heads still bowed together and deep in conversation. They had been running through the same scene for most of the afternoon in a bid to find her co-lead for her latest movie, I Care a Lot .

When her agent had sent her the script, Elizabeth knew she had to take the project on. The story of a high-flying businesswoman running her ethically questionable guardianship empire, then having it inevitably crumble down around her was too compelling to pass up. Marla Grayson had the right kind of single minded, unapologetic ruthlessness she never knew she had been looking for, and was just the kind of character she wanted – needed – to play.

The film also had a good mix of drama and action – Elizabeth’s experience in similar past projects would lend itself well to the performance she would need to put on, but this one was just different enough to make for a fun challenge. What really made her seal the deal though was that for once the obligatory love interest was another woman.

Her audition for Marla had gone swimmingly, almost too easily Elizabeth realised in hindsight, as the hard part now was finding her Fran, the girlfriend-soon-to-be-wife of Marla.

The team had gone through three other actresses at this point, all of whom had been worthy contenders for the part of Fran, but none of whom she just had that spark with.

This next and final woman was going to be their last hope. Or rather, Elizabeth’s last hope - it was possible that the other actress the casting crew had been considering for Marla had hit it off better with one of the Frans Elizabeth had already acted against that day.

Elizabeth brushed that thought aside as she rummaged through her bag for her water bottle. She took a swig and shut her eyes, trying to will away the tension headache that was starting to brew between her eyes and at her temples. She had the part of Marla – she did – so now they would just have to find her a Fran.

“OK, we’re all back. Angela, can you send Victoria through please? Liz, when you're ready.”

Elizabeth opened her eyes.

And froze.

For who had just walked in but Victoria Justice.

Victoria. Fucking. Justice.

The woman she hadn't seen in so long, the woman she hadn't been in the same room with in even longer. The woman she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about in over 10 years.

The woman who had now caught sight of her as she stood before the casting panel, her signature sweet smile in place faltering for a moment, before -

“Liz!”

The smile melded into something warmer, and her eyes grew softer and -

“Vic.”

Elizabeth found herself enveloped in Victoria's arms, and found her own wrapping around Victoria's waist. The solid feel of the other woman pressed up against her was so familiar, as comfortable now as it had been when they were sixteen - Victoria always had given the best hugs.

All too soon, they moved apart, and Elizabeth’s heart leapt in her chest at the beaming smile on Victoria’s face.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

“I could say the same for you.”

“Oh you two know each other?”

The sudden intrusion of Jay’s voice ripped Elizabeth’s attention away from Victoria and back to the situation at hand.

“Yeah, we used to work together years ago,” Victoria said.

All three members of the casting panel perked up.

“Oh nice! That should make this screen test run a bit easier then, huh?”

“Hopefully, yeah!”

Elizabeth gave a half-hearted hum of assent - knowing what a screen partner was like to work with was one thing, but when said screen partner caused anxiety to roil in one’s stomach – well, familiarity wasn’t much use.

“Well ladies, take your places and we can get this train going.”

Elizabeth nodded and moved to take her now customary place by the window of the studio, steeling herself for the scene she was about to launch into for what felt like the upteenth time that day. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Victoria settle into the armchair at the centre of the room.

Elizabeth shut her eyes and breathed in a deep breath, trying to quash the twisting and turning of her stomach, a discomfort which hadn’t been there at any of the other attempts she’d made with this scene. She could do this - she knew the lines back to front, and she knew Vic, knew that they would be able to play the scene off well against each other.

She breathed out.

“Action!”

Elizabeth opened her eyes and felt Marla settle over her like a second skin, the character slipping onto her like a glove as she raised her phone to her ear.

“We should close the office. Hang tight for a while, OK?”

Elizabeth looked over at Victoria, who was now leaning over in the arm chair, resting her elbows on her knees, fidgeting with her hands while meeting Elizabeth's gaze. Elizabeth noted the sudden wetness brimming in her eyes, the quiver of her lower lip, and the bob of her throat as she swallowed thickly. It was all pretend, just Vic channelling the character of Fran, and yet it made Elizabeth’s heart squeeze in her chest anyway. Victoria was good.

Elizabeth rattled off the rest of her lines before she mimed hanging up her call and putting her phone in her pocket.

There wasn't much else in the script in terms of stage direction now until her next line - each of the last few times she had gone through this scene she had done something different, working with the energy and flow she had cultivated with the other actress. Whether it was to wrap an arm around her screen partner’s waist, squeeze her shoulder, or cup her face with her hands, she would find what worked for them, though it could take a few tries to decide on how to approach this part of the scene.

But with Victoria looking at her like that, with barely restrained despair and soft longing in her gaze, Elizabeth knew exactly what she had to do next.

With three swift, fluid strides, she crossed the room to place her hands on Victoria's shoulders and settle across Victoria’s lap, drawing her into her arms. She noted the slight widening of Victoria's eyes, surprise flitting through them before they blinked rapidly, a silent tear trailing down a defined cheekbone. Her arms slipped around Elizabeth, the weight of them warm and reassuring. Victoria tilted her head away, attempting to avoid her gaze. A tightness flared in Elizabeth’s chest then, and an overwhelming need to comfort the woman before her took over.

She tilted Victoria - Fran’s - face up to meet hers, a quiet ‘Hey’ falling from her lips to brush against Vic - Fran’s - own. A quiet sigh filled the air between them. More tears fell from glassy brown eyes, and Elizabeth ran the pads of her thumb across the delicate skin just under them.

It was the tug on her heartstrings at seeing such quiet desperation that made Elizabeth do what she did next. Reeled in by the beseeching look in Victoria's eyes, Elizabeth closed the distance between them, lips slotting gingerly just over Victoria's.

Salt lined the inside of her upper lip from where she had missed an errant tear on Victoria's mouth, and the sudden hint of it along her own made Elizabeth pull back. Elizabeth fought to hide her surprise at her own actions, and tried to shield Victoria's from the casting panel. No kiss had been scripted for this scene at all, and yet no call of “Cut!” interrupted them. Elizabeth couldn't explain otherwise, but it had just felt right .

Trying to buy themselves more time, Elizabeth traced her nose along Victoria's. The puff of her breath against Elizabeth’s cheek kept her grounded enough to say her next line.

“I’m sorry.”

They were supposed to be Marla's words, but Elizabeth couldn't help the hitch of her voice at the end of the line, and she gazed imploringly at Victoria, hoping she would get the apology was just as much hers as her character’s.

The feel of Victoria relaxing slightly in her arms, and the small nod she gave Elizabeth made her breathe a little easier. Still, Elizabeth felt the remnants of guilt lingering inside her, and she rested her forehead on Victoria's, repeating herself in the air between them.

“I'm so fucking sorry.”

Elizabeth shivered as Victoria rubbed her back gently, silently revelling in her touch as Victoria ran her own nose down hers.

“It's OK.”

Elizabeth opened her mouth to protest that it was not OK - it was not - when Victoria pressed her lips to hers.

The kiss was chaste, just as chaste as their previous one, so much so that Elizabeth’s lips remained parted even when Victoria drew away. It was absurd, but Elizabeth found herself missing Victoria’s mouth on hers, but she didn’t have to wait long before it was back. Deeper, firmer, and longer, just long enough for Elizabeth to savour the gentle slopes of Victoria's lips, and the sliver of her tongue running on the inside of her mouth before she pulled away again.

Any trace of uncertainty disappeared as Elizabeth met Victoria’s eyes.

“It’s gonna be OK.”

Elizabeth nodded - that line was supposed to be Marla's not Fran’s, and yet, still, no abrupt call of “Cut!” stopped them.

Elizabeth felt herself be pulled against Victoria’s chest once more, not daring to look across at their audience on the other side of the room.

“Everything's going to be OK.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes, and silence descended between them again when -

A single slow clap rang out around the room.

Elizabeth opened her eyes and drew back. She looked towards where Jay was still clapping, and saw the grins that lined both Angela and Jeanne's faces.

“Amazing job, ladies! That was the best screen test we've had yet.”

Elizabeth looked towards Victoria then, and her heart swooped at seeing the burgeoning smile spread across Victoria's face.

“Really?”

“Yeah! If the others agree, I don’t think we need to deliberate anymore.”

Jeanne and Angela voiced their assent.

“No we don't Jay.”

“I think we've just found our Fran to our Marla.”

Elizabeth felt her own grin cross her face, but faltered as she looked at Victoria once more. Turned out she had been wrong - the problem of finding herself the right co-lead wasn’t going to be the hard part of this production, but rather the problem of her long simmering feelings for Victoria – whose lap she was still seated across, she remembered with a mild panic.

Elizabeth scrabbled off Victoria's lap inelegantly and shot a smile to everyone in the room, before collecting her bag and all but bolting out of the room.

Their weird frenemy dynamic from Victorious all those years ago allowed her to somewhat keep a lid on her feelings at the time, but the dynamic of actual lovers, along with the scenes they would need to shoot to fully portray that intimacy, was going to be her greatest acting challenge yet.

A/N: This was originally meant to be a much bigger piece, but then so do all of my WIPs XD At least posting sections of them means they get to see the light of day (and so they’ll stop haunting me lol.)

Let me know what you all think :)

[lovelylotusf1]

Have this snippet I wrote while physically shaking because of the Grand Prix today:

The sound of the door opening, followed by a shocked gasp, rips them out of their frenzy.

Carlos startles and immediately pulls away from Charles, his head whipping around to the door. His eyes are blown wide with surprise the moment they land on the person who interrupted them. Cute.

Charles smiles and pats Carlos’ hair like he’s a particularly confused dog. “I have invited someone else to celebrate with. Won't you welcome our guest? I don't want to hear that Oscar told everyone we're bad hosts.”

[vexcraft]

not sure when it happened but there's finally an official tag for trans cub on ao3 this calls for celebration

[dhufflebee]

un'occasione grande (ho sempre le stesse domande)

read on ao3

rated T; 1.4k words; #le mans 2024 victory party a charles-centric character study, full of complicated feelings about ferrari and about winning

There is nothing quite like Ferrari celebrating a victory.

On nights like these, they all end up forming a red sea, even when dressed in their best party outfits. It’s like they’re so deeply enmeshed in rosso corsa that it inevitably transforms the aura around them.

Or, Charles thinks with a pang of something ugly and painful in his chest, that red colour is actually blood, seeping from invisible but real wounds – cuts and lacerations they all share but are too proud or too stubborn or too in love to show.

[findroleplay]

Heyo! I’m searching for people who’d be interested in writing. Interested persons must be over 21. I’m CST timezone but I can work with timezones! NSFW content can be incorporated sparingly, but copious amounts just isn’t my style. Detailed writing is a must - quality over quantity. I’d prefer Discord.

I have some RPF ideas as well as fandom, so here ya go:

——RPF: Just going to make a list of pairings and we can talk ideas: Sophia Bush/Brittany Snow, Austin Butler/Vanessa Hudgens, Dylan Sprouse/Barbara Palvin, Joe Jonas/Sophie Turner, Chase Stokes/Kelsea Ballerini, Ross Lynch/Sabrina Carpenter, Elizabeth Gillies/Avan Jogia, Robbie Amell/Italia Ricci Blake Lively/Ryan Reynolds, Josh Dallas/Ginnifer Goodwin.

—Fandom: Pitch Perfect (Beca/Chloe, Chloe/Aubrey), One Tree Hill (Nathan/Haley, Lucas/Peyton, Brooke/Julian, Brooke/Chris Keller, Clay/Quinn, Brooke/Nathan), Gilmore Girls (Luke/Lorelai, Rory/Logan) Friends (Monica/Chandler, Ross/Rachel), Dynasty (Fallon/Liam), Castle (Castle/Beckett), Post High School Musical (Troy & Gabriella), Harry Potter (Ron/Hermione, Ginny/Harry, Astoria/Draco)The Summer I Turned Pretty (Jeremiah/Belly, Belly/Conrad), Grey’s Anatomy (Meredith/Derek, Mark/Lexie, Derek/Addison, Derek/Mark, Alex/Jo, April/Jackson, Carina/Arizona, Callie/Arizona, Amelia/Owen), Descendants (Mal/Ben, Audrey/Chad), Shadowhunters (Clary/Jace, Izzy/Simon), The Resident(Conrad/Nic), Victorious(Beck/Jade).

If interested, shoot me an IM here and we can talk! Thanks in advance ❤️

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[gayferrari]

i think early on, when seb is young and still competing, he doesn’t really respect mark/does view him as like some kind of inherent loser. and then he gets injured and loses his career and after being so moody and depressed about it for a few years, he realizes that there’s so much more outside of sport and that mark may have been a bit too bitter and a bit too unwilling to take responsibility but half being successful is luck and maybe he should understand Mark’s pov more. of course by this point he’s painted himself into a corner where the only way mark will look at him is if he’s an asshole, so

and of course he is a little hurt that mark just up and left after what was the greatest sex if his life and then he looks mark up and is like how dare this guy think he’s better than me? EYE am the one who won

sorry idk if you’ve had a chance to see the other ask but I just got hit with the divine knowledge that in the Olympics au, kimi would also be a shooter. like ice cold, no gear, straight to the target and answers no questions. I’ve also been thinking of the brocedes side of this but cannot for the life me determine what sport they would be in. maybe like. wrestling or boxing, something one-one-on-one and intense

OMG SHOOTER KIMI...... THANK U FOR MY LIFE. His swag would be unmatched. for brocedes: might I suggest fencing inspired by Lewis's whole “kinda like it 😳 👉 👈”

"by this point he’s painted himself into a corner where the only way mark will look at him is if he’s an asshole" I lowkey rambled about this in the ao3 comments a bit but I love how in the 2016 section, Mark is all "We don't get on, it's fine, we just have to tolerate each other for a bit and then go back to ignoring the other" and it's like you can hear the shark theme music as Seb makes the decision to become Even more annoying :3

@darlingnemesis!!!!!!!!

[ladyluscinia]

Like, guys, they needed to fraud an incest bracket

That's so fucking funny 🤣🤣🤣

I think we got distracted too quickly by the jokes about "samgirl voter fraud" and how funny it was that Cas was clearly gayer, and we did not properly appreciate at the time that apparently they first learned and distributed their fraud instructions so that they could win an incest tournament

[gaytricorder]

Do you really think shatnoy was real? /Gen I am intrigued actually. I don't tend to dabble with rpf but your post made me think

do i think shatnoy was real, hmm. not really, no. i think shatner and nimoy liked women very much. do i think they had a friendship that perhaps went a bit deeper due to their shared bond over making star trek and spending so many years in each other’s company? yes.

if you think about it, a lot of friendships are surface level or maybe hindered due to work, family or other responsibilities that get in the way of forging true platonic relationships. shatner and nimoy were thrust into an intense level of fame after tos began to gain traction and eventually becoming a cult classic sci-fi television show. their faces were everywhere. they weren’t bill and leonard anymore, they were spock and kirk. with that level of fame comes its own difficulties and on top of that, they were probably always presumed to be as close as they were on the show.

shatner is not kirk in real life. he’s obviously said and done some things that some people find reprehensible. nimoy has shown himself to be a genuinely kind and philanthropic person. i think because of their opposing personalities, it kind of clicked for them. yin and yang, so speak. nimoy blunted all of shatner’s serrated edges and shatner was endearing to him in a way we’ll never be able to bear witness to or quite understand. i’m not claiming to have known them in their personal lives, but through interviews, books, and movies, i think i have a better understanding of what worked for them.

do i think shatner and nimoy had some kind of secret, passionate romance unbeknownst to the world? no. but i do think they loved each other, deeply. i think trust and understanding are things that few people are able to share completely with another human being. genuine affection (not romantic nor familial) for another person despite their flaws and shortcomings is something so rarely experienced in someone’s lifetime.

so no, i don’t think shatnoy was real in the sense that you’re asking me about. i think shatnoy was real in a much more intimate way. they loved each other. they watched each other grow old. probably confided in each other about their fears and frustrations that came with being spock and kirk. celebrated victories and failures as actors and people.

probably griped to each other about how annoying some star trek fans (me) can be.

they were best friends.

it’s depressing they weren’t able to make up before nimoy’s death, but shatner has made his affection and respect for nimoy publicly known.

and even though the world knew them as kirk and spock, they knew each other as bill and leonard.

(and maybe they made out sometimes when the mood struck idk)

[ohmoonbeam]

NOVEMBER'S READING LIST

☆ 1st - daddy issues [pt.19] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 2nd - daddy issues [pt.20] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 3rd - daddy issues [pt.21] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 4th - daddy issues [pt.22] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 5th - daddy issues [pt.23] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 6th - daddy issues [pt.24] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 7th - daddy issues [pt.25] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 8th - fic deleted at writers request ☆ 9th - let me show you // @gurugirl  [harry styles] ☆ 10th - desperate // @gurugirl  [harry styles] ☆ 11th - the big tease // @gurugirl  [harry styles] ☆ 12th - 404 // @freedomfireflies  [harry styles] ☆ 13th - off the shelf // @freedomfireflies  [harry styles] ☆ 14th - snakebite // @freedomfireflies  [harry styles] ☆ 15th - jealous // @freedomfireflies  [harry styles]

☆ 16th - always // @freedomfireflies  [harry styles] ☆ 17th - victory #1 // @lukesaprince  [hs character] ☆ 18th - always yours // @footballffbarbiex  [football rpf] ☆ 19th - victory #2 // @lukesaprince  [hs character] ☆ 20th - untitled // @ladymarycrawley  [football rpf] ☆ 21st - the moment he knew // @carlottawllms  [football rpf] ☆ 22nd - forbidden taste // @carlottawllms  [football rpf] ☆ 23rd - baby // @mydearesthrry  [harry styles] ☆ 24th - as big as the ocean // @findingnemosworld  [football rpf] ☆ 25th - little secret // @sixtysixluhvs  [football rpf] ☆ 26th - hot summer nights // @finelinevogue  [harry styles] ☆ 27th - black out // @whorekneecentral  [football rpf] ☆ 28th - jack shit // @freedomfireflies  [hs character] ☆ 29th - jack shit [pt.2] // @freedomfireflies  [hs character] ☆ 30th - jack shit [pt.3] // @freedomfireflies  [hs character]

[joeliz99]

Chasing Sparks- Danny Ramirez

Description: In a lively club, Danny finds himself drawn to a captivating woman enjoying her night alone. As the night progresses, their connection deepens and with that, a promise of something more happening in the future.

Warnings: None, Fluff, RPF Fic.

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The club throbbed with life, lights synchronized to the pulsing beat, wrapping Danny in a haze of laughter and chatter. He reveled in the afterglow of his favorite football team’s victory, surrounded by friends raising their beers in celebration. Their voices echoed with animated banter, recounting highlights of the game, but his attention kept drifting. Amid the raucous energy, his gaze landed on her—dancing alone on the floor, completely lost in her own world. Her eyes were closed, lips moving softly to a song she seemed to know by heart.

For a moment, he watched her, mesmerized by the way she moved with carefree abandon, a smile playing on her lips. She radiated an infectious joy that made him want to know her, to understand the stories behind those dancing eyes. As he took a sip of his beer, he noticed a guy sidling too close to her while she ordered a drink, his intentions clearly clouded by alcohol. A flicker of concern ignited within Danny.

For a moment, he watched her, mesmerized by the way she moved with carefree abandon, a smile playing on her lips. She radiated an infectious joy that made him want to know her, to understand the stories behind those dancing eyes. As he took a sip of his beer, he noticed her walking to the bar, and a guy sidling too close to her while she ordered a drink, his intentions clearly clouded by alcohol.

“Hey there, beautiful,” the guy said, leaning in a little too close, invading her space. “Why don’t you let me buy you a drink? I promise you’ll have a much better time.”

She tried to back him off, her demeanor serious, but he kept pushing, his breath heavy with booze. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Just one drink, what do you say?”

A flicker of concern ignited within Danny as he watched the interaction unfold. He could see her discomfort growing, and without hesitation, he made his move.

“Hey, babe, I was looking for you everywhere,” he said, striding up with an easy confidence and lightly touching her arm. She looked at him, confusion etched on her face, but it faded as she caught his protective glare aimed at the intruder.

“Did you order the drinks already?” he continued, feigning casualness while glaring at the intruder.

“Uhh yeah. He’s making them as we speak,” she replied, her voice steady.

The guy frowned, clearly taken aback. “No man should leave his girl alone. Come on, just give me a chance.”

Danny stepped in closer, his tone firm but calm. “Back off, dude,” he said, his voice dropping an octave, each word sharp with warning. “If you get any closer, you’re going to regret it.”

With a huff, the guy finally stumbled away, defeated by the protective aura Danny had created around her. She turned to Danny, relief noticeable in her eyes. 

“Thanks. I had it handled, though,” she replied, a hint of defiance in her tone as she turned back to him.

“Yeah, it seemed like it. But guys here can be unpredictable. Better safe than sorry, right?” he said, casually leaning against the bar.

“Right.” She smiled, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer before shifting back to the bartender. “I’ll cover the next round of whatever he’s drinking.”

Danny chuckled, shaking his head. “You really don’t have to do that.”

“Take it as a thank-you. You’re not going to refuse a free drink, are you?” she shot back, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Touché.” He raised his beer, and they clinked their bottles, laughter bubbling between them.

“So, do you always rescue girls in bars?” he teased.

“Only the interesting ones,” she replied, a spark of mischief in her gaze. 

As the night wore on, they exchanged stories about their lives—trivial things that somehow felt significant. She shared her favorite pizza toppings while he recounted an embarrassing moment from the last game he played in high school. Their laughter mingled with the music, a thread weaving them closer together.

“So, are you here on a trip?” Danny asked, genuinely curious.

“No, not really. I just moved here recently. Figured I’d see what all the fuss is about,” she replied, her enthusiasm infectious.

“You don’t mind doing things like this alone?” he asked, leaning in.

“Not at all. I’ve traveled solo everywhere. There’s something liberating about it. If I want to dance until my feet hurt, I’m going to do just that.” 

Danny admired her spirit. “I like that. Freedom has its own charm.”

As the music played on, the club morphed into a backdrop for their connection. With each laugh and shared glance, the air between them thickened with unspoken possibility.

“Okay, so… come dance with me,” Danny suggested, emboldened by their chemistry. She raised a brow, surprise flickering in her eyes.

“Aren’t your friends waiting for you?”

“They’ll figure out I’m not coming back,” he replied, extending his hand. She hesitated, then took it, a spark of adventure igniting in her smile.

They moved to the dance floor, lost in the rhythm and each other. As they swayed together, the music enveloped them, and it felt as if they were in their own little universe. The vibrant lights reflected off her eyes, making them glisten like stars in the night. Danny spun her around, her laughter ringing like music, and their eyes locked in a moment that felt electric.

Every brush of their arms sent shivers through him, and every shared smile drew them closer. His hand rested lightly on her waist, the proximity of their faces igniting a spark of undeniable chemistry. She seemed completely at ease dancing with this stranger who felt oddly familiar, her movements fluid and free.

With each playful tease, Danny's smile widened as their faces ended up mere centimeters apart, the tension between them palpable. Time seemed to suspend around them, leaving only the intoxicating connection they were weaving in the dim, pulsing light of the club.

After a while, they found a quieter spot near the bar, the energy of the club still buzzing but softer now, the crowd thinning out. “So, what do you do when you’re not dancing alone in clubs?” he asked, genuinely intrigued.

“I’m an artist. I paint. It helps me express everything I feel inside,” she revealed, her eyes brightening.

Danny leaned in, fascinated. “That’s amazing! What do you paint?”

“Mostly landscapes and portraits. I love capturing moments. You know, like this one,” she said, glancing around the club before settling her gaze back on him, a warmth spreading through their conversation.

The vibe shifted subtly as they both realized the night was coming to a close; the club was beginning to empty. “I guess it’s time for me to head out,” she said, glancing around.

“Yeah, me too. I’ll walk you out,” Danny replied, feeling an undeniable urge to extend their time together.

As they stepped outside, the cool night air wrapped around them, a stark contrast to the heat of the club. The world felt quieter now, but the electricity between them still felt very alive. “Speaking of embracing special moments, am I going to see you again?” he asked, his voice dipping with sincerity, eyes locked onto hers.

“Do you want to see me again?” she shot back, a teasing smile dancing on her lips, her breath warm and inviting in the night air.

“Uhh, yeah… I would. Only if that’s something you’d be interested in, too. No pressure,” Danny’s heart raced as he searched her gaze for an answer.

Her smile softened, and she extended her hand. “Hand me your phone for a sec.”

He handed it over, watching as she saved her number under “Y/N.” “This should be a good start,” she said, her tone light yet laced with significance.

“ I’m counting on you to not disappoint me.” Her gaze lingered on his, an unspoken confession pulsing between them, palpable and electric.

Just then, her Uber pulled up, the headlights cutting through the darkness of the street. “That’s my ride. I’ll talk to you later?” she said, glancing back with a playful smile that made his heart skip.

“Yeah… of course. Take care, (Y/N). It was truly a pleasure,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the moment was too precious to disturb.

“Same over here. Night, Danny.”

As she turned to leave, something inside him stirred, an irresistible urge to seize the moment. In one swift motion, he stepped closer, cupping her cheek with a gentle yet firm hand. Their eyes locked, and for a brief second, the world around them fell away. He leaned in, heart pounding, and their lips brushed softly, igniting a spark that sent shivers down his spine.

Her eyes widened in surprise, a fleeting look of astonishment that quickly melted into a radiant smile. She leaned into him, deepening the kiss, and in that heartbeat, everything else faded—the noise, the crowd, the night—leaving just the two of them suspended in their own private moment.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, a lingering warmth enveloped them. She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, happiness dancing in her eyes. “Wow,” she whispered, as if still trying to process what had just happened. “I didn’t see that coming.”

He couldn’t help but smile back, the thrill of the moment coursing through him. “Neither did I,” he admitted softly, his voice low and sincere.

As the sound of the approaching car broke their bubble, she glanced back, knowing her ride was waiting. “I guess this is it for now,” she said, her tone a blend of reluctance and excitement.

“Yeah, it is,” he replied, feeling a pang of disappointment mixed with hope.

With one last lingering gaze, she leaned in and whispered, “Goodbye, Danny,” her breath brushing against him like a whisper of promise.

He watched as she slipped into the backseat, his heart racing. With a gentle touch, he closed the car door, a final gesture filled with his warm charming smile. As the car pulled away, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this night was just the beginning of something extraordinary.

Days later, he found himself gazing at his phone, fingers hovering over the screen as he typed:

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

After hitting send, a smile spread across his face, the thrill of anticipation enveloping him like a warm embrace. She was different, and every part of him ached to uncover the countless details that made her who she was. Little did he know, this was just the beginning of a connection that would change everything.

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Is it obvious that I’m a simp for Danny Ramirez?

[phanyaoi]

if we win the rpf tourney (we will) and dip and pip wont acknowledge our victory in any way i will be converting this blog to j2

[kiyomitakada]

This is for research, Light reasons. Curiosity. He’s been on plenty of Kira fanwebsites; it makes sense to conduct an impromptu survey on how he’s seen in a rather different audience.

Research.

He holds his breath and clicks.

Title: got so close (but then you lost it) Rating: E Category: F/F Fandom: Kira Investigation RPF, how the fuck is that a canon tag Ship: L/Kira Tags: Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Object and Concept Anthropomorphism, i think kira should take the L for once, if you know what i mean - Freeform

Notes: hahahahahaa hiiiii yall bet you thought you’d seen the last of me. its been a couple of rough months but im back! if my therapist sees this uh. sorry? this counts as processing my feelings right

Maybe Light should stop. Surely a work written by someone who doesn't even use apostrophes or punctuation consistently can't be good quality. Besides, what is a work about a serial killer doing in the E rating? Doesn't that mean E for Everyone?

…Then again, it's not like he's reading this for its literary value, he reasons. It's just. Research. Curiosity. If it's really bad, maybe he can make fun of it with Ryuk.

Kira throws the doors of the final room open. Her voice rings out loud and clear: "Where are you, L? Hiding like a coward?" She receives no answer. Kira exhales, brushing her free hand against her T-shirt. There's no need to hurry. She has all the time in the world; the alarms are disabled and she's killed all the guards, after all. Tracking down L's hidden compound had been the difficult part. It was easier than pie to break in. At last, she thinks, this will be her perfect victory.

Oh god. Oh god, someone put effort into this. Light doesn't know whether to be flattered or horrified.

(Why can he hear this in his voice?)

The control room is silent but for the humming of thousands of monitors mounted on the walls, all displaying static now thanks to Kira's interference. "I know you're there, L," Kira says, taking one step forward. Then another. "You can't hide from me forever." "You're right," says a new voice. "I wasn't hiding in the first place." Kira turns towards it, gripping her scythe in one hand—

"My what," Light says aloud.

—and nearly gasps when she identifies the source: the large L painted on the back wall. Her mind whirls. Another recording, just like the one a million people had heard from the TV that day. L's hiding behind an image again. "Very funny," Kira says. She's blocked all the escape routes; the real L must be in this room somewhere. "Show yourself." "As you wish." And then the painted L peels off the wall. Kira jumps back despite herself. The scythe clatters to the ground. The L is just a few centimeters taller than her, a fact that Kira instinctively resents, and it's the same font as what Kira had seen on television: the smooth vertical curve, the jagged angle, the protrusions from the spine. Her heartbeat quickens. Kira, despite being a magical girl—

"I'm a what?!"

—is ultimately still human. This… thing is decidedly not.

"Why am I the human one," Light mutters. She — he hasn't quite gotten the hang of this 'archive' yet, but he's searching for ones where he has wings later.

"What are you?" Kira asks, trying to flatten the tremble in her voice. "I am L," says L. "And I'm a girl, just like you." "You're a letter," Kira says. "An alive letter." "I wasn't always this way," L says. Its — her? — voice is matter-of-fact. "But it was… easier." "Easier to what?" "Tell me, Kira," L says. "Do you ever feel… uncomfortable in your own skin? Do you ever feel like you were born to be something else, something greater, something beyond your original form? Do you ever feel like you died a very long time ago?" Kira swallows, and stays silent. "Well, it doesn't matter," L dismisses. "It's far too late for you to change." "It's too late for anyone to change," Kira corrects. "You've seen recidivism rates. Criminals are rotten all the way to the core."

"That's not right," Light mumbles. Kira isn't just trying to get rid of all evil people in society; Kira is trying to scare everyone into being better. Of course behavior can be changed, corrected. What's the point of a new world if people can't improve on themselves?

…Then again. Light can't help but agree, just a little. Some people are beyond help.

(They have to be. Otherwise, why would the Death Note have dropped into her life?)

(She's doing the world a favor, honestly.)

"And what about me?" "Huh?" "Am I," and L leans in further, the serif tail at the top of the letter almost brushing Kira's cheek, "rotten to the core?" "I…" In an attempt to tear her gaze away from L, Kira finds herself tracing the lines of the letter with her eyes: the mathematically perfect arcs of her back interrupted by those sharp spikes of decoration. She feels herself oddly compelled to touch them.

Light pointedly does not think about the real L's hair.

What is she doing? Kira shakes her head, snapping out of her reverie, and dives for the scythe. Her fingers wrap around it just as she crashes into L's two-dimensional feet and L folds like a blanket, covering her in unexpected warmth before Kira scrambles back to her feet. "Monster," she shouts, pointing the scythe decisively, "I see you thus and I name you L!"

Well. That explains the magical girl thing. In retrospect, it does make more aesthetic sense than the notebook.

The scythe sparks; a beam of light bursts from its tip and — Stops. Kira watches in horror as it fizzes into nothing. A low chuckle fills the room. Something hot surges in Kira's chest: fury. "A bit difficult to conduct your magic when I have no face, isn't it," L says. She's shifted to lounge languidly on the floor, rather than sprawled awkwardly across it. "That's not — fair! Just looking at you should be enough!" "The world isn't fair, my dear Kira," L says. "As I'm sure you know best." Kira's free hand clenches into a fist. There's nothing for it. She's going to have to strangle this letter-girl. She's going to have to stop her breath at its root. "Well, Kira? What are you going to—" Kira drops the scythe and pounces. L twists away too late; Kira is already on her, one foot hooked over the bottom stroke of the letter to prevent her from running, her hands straining towards the juncture between L’s serif and vertical curve. L is so very warm, almost searing under Kira’s fingers as they close around her throat. L groans. The heat in Kira’s chest abruptly changes directions to pool in her stomach. It occurs to her distantly that if L can’t be counted as having a face, it’s entirely possible that she doesn’t need to breathe, either. Kira can’t bring herself to care. Here L is, her worst enemy, completely under Kira’s thumb — the exhilaration leaves Kira’s throat dry. "What do you think of that, L?" She tightens her grip. L makes a choked sound; the two lines of the letter’s throat shudder beneath Kira’s fingers. "You like that?" "Please," L gasps, "I need—" "Use your words," Kira hisses. Curiosity drives her to slide a finger into the crack between the two lines that make up L’s vertical stroke, and to her vicious delight L whimpers. "Come on, L, what do you want?" "Keep doing that," L says. The cool voice from the public broadcast, rendered into shreds. Kira desperately wants her to shut up forever. She unconsciously shifts her weight against L’s bottom stroke, hungry for friction. "Oh god, Kira, I…" "Yeah?" Kira wedges a second finger in, and has to bite her lip to stifle a moan when L bucks against her. "I dreamed about this," L manages, low like a confession. "Dreamed about y

"Light, Sayu! Time for dinner!"

Light slams her laptop shut so quickly she thinks she sprains a finger.

"Coming!" She yells downstairs, wincing at how out of breath she sounds.

Jesus fucking Christ. What was that? Why did she keep reading?

And. And wait. She? No, he. Light’s a he, no matter what weird people on the internet think, the same way L isn’t actually a letter. Right. She must have just gotten confused.

…He must have just gotten confused. Obviously.

(Something in Light’s ribcage pangs.)

He wills the blood away from his cheeks. He shouldn’t be surprised, frankly. Light is perfectly aware there’s porn of everything on the internet, even if it is marked E for Everyone.

…Wait.

Light opens his laptop again, scrolls as fast as he can to the top, then hovers over the E.

Oh. Ohhhh. Well. How was he supposed to know, he sulks. There should be a huge banner proclaiming THERE’S SEX IN THIS FAN FICTION for ease of access to first-time users. The world is truly rotting.

"Light?"

"On my way!"

Light shuts his laptop again, more gently this time, and opens the door.

Do you ever feel like you died a long time ago?

It is far too easy to imagine L’s mouth moving around the words.

Light closes her eyes against it. What a ridiculous question.

She can hear Ryuk’s laughter the whole way down.

[ @deathnotetober day 9: crack ship ]

[cx-boxbox]

Whatever the Winner Wants

(Lando/Oscar, E, ~1.3k)

Lando celebrates his victory in a conventional unconventional way. Conventional, because there's lots of champagne involved. Unconventional, because the champagne is used in ways it shouldn't be.

I liked Singapore.

[brandogenius]

Would love a femme grumpy reader with anyone, total black cat gf vibes

‼️RPF‼️

HC - josette x femme grumpy reader (short

- it’s giving jade from victorious kinda

- josette has adopted to calling reader ‘vampire’ because they don’t like the sun

- usually given their designated little chair outside in the summer under an umbrella

- black cat vibes while josette has golden retriever vines

- they have this dynamic where reader would be the one to yell THEY ASKED FOR NO PICKLES while josette hides behind them

- “it’s giving cu*ty slu**y vampire. i love it” “that’s what i normally go for.”

- somedays reader will dress up in mini skirts and fishnets or go adam sandler mode who knows

- “jo how does it feel dating a vampire” “i think it’s fucking sexy”

- reader is not a morning person no way

- they are a night owl though

- short temper. easily gets agitated and grumpy a lot

- “i see you didn’t have your morning iced coffee huh?” “don’t talk to me right now”

- josette hypes you up all the time on instagram, usually barking in your comments like trying to rizz you up or reposting on their story

- you both have two different aesthetics but it works

- “hot goth mommy someone said in the comments. i agree 100%” - jo

[stoptakingthegoodname5]

Idk some of y’all liked the Zhogan post I did 🤷🏻‍♂️ first time I’m writing sooooo

(⚠️Again this is a small rpf fic just scroll, I’m not going to repeat myself⚠️)

/ Just your regular little Bass Pro date /

It was another sunny day in Texas which Zhou didn’t understood, as the big state was still reaching the high 70°s in October! Which in his mind wasn’t really setting right with him usually in any other countries this time of year would be gloomy and cold but not this god forsaken state!

Zhou walked around the hotel with a soft yawn after landing in Austin after the long flight from Singapore due to last weekends race. He wasn’t having it this morning as his head pounded due to the severe headache from jet lag. Walking into the living room and saw Logan all bright and early with a cheeky smile on his face “Hey!” He said in a way Zhou wished he can portray this early in the fucking morning…

“Hey” He said groggily and borderline pissed off as he has to wake up bright and early, walking to the small kitchen he opens a cabinet above the tabletop microwave to grab bottle of painkillers. Logan looked over and sighed concerned “Headache again bro…?” to which Zhou replied with a soft nod as he took the glass of water and downed the pill “Jet lag killed me this time… 21 hours of no sleep” he said to his boyfriend softly whistled “Jeez… 21 hours? Now I see why you’re all cranky…”

Zhou looked at him pissed as Logan did his usual snarky antics ‘prick….’ he said in his mind “ha ha… you’re so funny bro.” The annoyed man said sarcastically as he really didn’t want to tolerate his boyfriend’s antics, Logan took it into consideration and nods as he raised his hands “sorry babe sorry.” smiling he looked at the food in the counter.

“After dinner I was thinking of going to Bass Pro to just look around.” He said casually as Zhou looked at him in an annoyed expression and with a soft eye roll “Really dude Again? Swear all the time you go to this damn shop to spend money, what’s so important of this place?”

Logan gasped dramatically as he faked innocence “I don’t ALWAYS go there!” But he knew he was lying as Zhou did the usual eye narrowing when Logan lied, he sighed softly and grumbled “fine. It’s an addiction….” Logan said in a soft whisper in defeat, Zhou smiled in victory as Logan looked at him softly “Do you want to come this time? Promise I’ll make it fun for your first time”

Zhou never took the opportunity into consideration and well it’s a Monday and they have nothing planned for the day and he nods softly “fine I’ll go to this “Bass Pro” to see all the hype. It will be like a regular Bass Pro Date” Logan smiled to that and nods “yeah… just a regular Bass Pro date. Now get ready I’ll be in the car”

With that Zhou smiled softly and walked back to the room to change…

(AAAAAA I’m done 😭😭😭 hope this isn’t an eye sore to you guys as I tried not to run on with many sentences! Anyway the people who wanted me to do this will be mentioned ❤️ @kichona-s @midnight-grandprix maybe this will be a series if the people like it)

[panconquesorancio]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz Jr Characters: Oscar Piastri, Carlos Sainz Jr Additional Tags: Hungarian Grand Prix 2024, Light Angst, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Oscar Piastri Needs a Hug, Caring Carlos Sainz Jr, Protective Carlos Sainz Jr, I Tried, I Don't Even Know, How Do I Tag Summary:

Carlos comforts Oscar after a tense race, helping him deal with feelings of guilt and inadequacy.