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boxwinebaddie · 4 months

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uncle nina be honest: is ravenstans type just tall white men?

EYE--

tHE SOUND I JUST MADELHSKDDSLKDHS this is so FUCKING FUNNY HELLLLLLLP PLEASE....jail FOREVER!!! LIFE!!!!!EVER!!!!!

also....yes it is...ye...s it is...thats soo...

...my hand is over my EYES, anon.

WOW!!!!!

WOOOOooOOOOOoooOOOOw!!!!!!

I'm Embarrassed! i just Know his mexican ancestors are Rolling like sharon...i'm so sorry, baby, i'm So glad you don't have to see this...

but okaokok...LIS!TEN....li sten...

so bc i want to Laugh ( im already laughing )...i feel like when they're dating he's on tiktok live drinking some jersey box wine while kyle cooks dinner nbd Just Sbboyfriend Things also wheeeew!!! house husband kyle my beloved <33 hes so FIONE and CAYOOT :'))) I Love U Baby...ur going to heaven... STAN tho??? HELL IS HOT!!! BOILING!!!

because people keep spamming him w/ a filter to do and hes kinda tipsy and mostly down bc hes bored...but it's the fkn Rank Your White Boy Of The Month From One To Ten filter & hes like gUYS I CANNOT DO THAT I WILL GET IN tRoUbLe STOP IT...but like looks over his shoulder and kyle is listening to music hes like not paying attention so reallyquietly hes like...okay...just Real quickLKHDSHDKSHD >.>

LIKE YOU ARE LITERALLY GOING TO JAIL!!!! HE HAS A PROBLEM!! THE CHOKEHOLD THAT TALL WHITE MEN HAVE OVER RAVEN LIKE THAT NEEDS TO BE STUDIED IN A LAB!!!! ITS THAT SERIOUS!

buuut i bet you in this auniverse kyle is probably On that filter so ravenstan is like you yknow what friends....its fine. we will just leave that top spot open just in case...Itll Be Fine...shhhhshsh ( smh......jfc )

and you know what it IS fine At First because like ew matty healy??? glen powell... like...truly low tier BUT THEN IS LIKE WHAT A MINUTE WHY IS ADAM DRIVER KINDA...HIS NOSE...WOW WAIT IS THAT THE GUY FROM EUPHORIA HOLD ON HES SO TALL WAIT A DAMN SJDHDSHDSD like its just...hes sWeAtiNg like this is WHACK GUYS hell is So hot! why would u send me this!!?...also...4...Obviously. SHKS

LIKE?S?DDSLJDJ:JDSS GO TO CHURCH!!! REPEEENT HARLOT!!!!

all while jerseykyle is Making Him Pasta!!! like what happened to got a white boy on my rosta he be feeding pasta and lobster!!!! HUH???? the BETRAYAL!!!! WOWWWW!!! s!m!H!

cue ravenstan like -looks over shoulder biting nails- u guys Cannot tell kyle about this like bEST FRIEND YOU ARE ON TIKTOK!!! LIVE!!!!

but yknow...he left that one and ten spot open...and its almost done theyre basically free...the thing is rolling and he squints like who is that...nOOOOO SHUT UP IS THAT SPENCER REID??? I HAD A FAT CRUSH ON IN CRIMINAL MINDS WAIT BUT LIKE WE CANT PUT HIM AT TEN LIKE THATS JUST...I CANT...LIKE WHAT ARE THE ODDS WERE GOING TO GET KYLE THATS NOT--ITS FINE!! *sweats*

and puts mgg at One and its rolling one last time and hes like itsfineitsfineitsfine EverythingIsFine!! aND thEN GETS KYLE AND IS LIKE.....OOoOoOF PLEEEASE PLZ SAY SIKE and house husband jerseykyle rolls up BEHIND HIM!!!!! like all concerned hand on hip in the star of david apron ( pls kiss me wow kyle im so sorry bestie ) like babe i am trying to fkn cook dinner why is my TickTack blowing up?? im trying to listen to ABBA like what the fuck is so important that dancing queen is being interrupted rn and also??? why are people telling me to fight the tall nerdy guy from that one CIA show???

and ravenstans like DOOONT WORRY ABOUT IT MY LOVE LMAO DONT WORRY ABT IT!! ALSO THEYRE NOT CIA THEYRE FBI AND HIS NAME IS SPENCER REI and then kyle looks and is like oH OKAY YOU WOULD KNOW ABOUT THAT HUH STAN WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS WHO THE FUCK IS THIS WHY ARE YOU RANKING WHITE MEN ON THE INTERNET!!!!! HELLO!!!!.....and everyones like oh my gopd i cant believe my otp is breaking up on camera like....im laughing....Im...

anyways...stan permanently lives in tall white man jail. Life Sentence.

-uncle nina, breaking my silence to post This of all things

#this was so funny i started crying #i have no idea what compelled me to answer this or answer it in this unhinged manner but i saw the filter on tiktok and i was like ohhhh my #anyways...hell is hot....tall fashionable white man...probably prominent nose...kinda mean...literally jail #ravenstans ancestors doing backflips #i would blame sharon but sharon did the same thing this is so... its a generational curse...i cant believe it...#this seriously was so funny to me like i could be answering important plot questions but this was too real #ALSO LISTEN SPECIFICALLY SPENCER REID ITS NOT JUST MGG LIKE ITS SPECIFICALLY SPENCER REID FROM CRIMINAL MINDS #WHICH I GET IT BESTIE BUT ALSO YOURE GOING TO JAIL #but that tracks for him like thats reallly...KYLE WAS LIKE WOW CORRECTING HIS NAME AND EVERYTHING IS THAT UR BOYFRIEND ??!! HMMM??? SLKHDLK #screaming crying throwing up like Babe Please!!! IM SORRY!!! CAN WE tALK ABOUT THIS IM SORRY U KNOW UR #ONE IN MY HEART MI CORAZOOOON ;-;;;#where is the white boy rehab and how do i get stan there #in the TRENCHES also u know what his abuelo was also in white gay boy hell during ww2 like some1 needs to STUDY THIS #STAN LIKE PLS UR MY FAVOEITE WHITE BOY DONT DO THIS PLEASE ITS PASTA NIGHT #WERE CELEBRATING UR CULTURE PLEASE THE SONG OF UR PEOPLE IS PLAYING #like soy chicken alfredo and abba is the white experience and stan b experiencing it #he livelaughluvs white boys #unfortunately same i love jacob elordi so bad #Jail #edit: please know jeremy allen white was also high spec in the bear when he was yelling at everyone

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thegetdownrebooter · 11 months

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i'm sorry but mencken dumping roman for crying at his father's funeral is funny af.

#lmfaoo #lmfaoo all that dickriding for nothing #the worst part is #it's clear that mencken had no intention of blocking the deal #so kenrome fucked democracy for nothing #and i personally never believed mencken cared about roman at all #because i don't have fujo brain #all he did was give a few heated looks to the fox news ceo and then the weird fox news ceo swung the election for him #lmfaoo that makes roman such a loser #i already called him a loser for all of his dickriding last week #but this is worse because not only did he not hold up to mencken's and other fascists idea of masculinty #but he also fucked up because mencken was never blocking the deal anyway #so in a way kendall was right like roman fucked up by thinking mencken actually cared about him fr #i know romanmencken shippers are crying right now #lol as if a nazi wouldn't laugh at a man crying lmfaoo #they must have thought mencken was only racist or something #he probably called him soy boy under his breath lol #fucking democracy for a man that doesn't want you and then that man not holding up to the agreement you made while dickriding him...#roro is a walking L fr #succesion #succesesion hbo #fandomshit

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chrisevansonly · 7 months

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𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲’𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

ʚ charles leclerc x female reader

ʚ nothing is more special than watching your baby boy take his first steps…and of course watching your husband get emotional that his little one is growing up…

ʚ no warnings, very soft and fluffy

ʚ i really wanted to write a dad!charles so here we are even if i still feel iffy about my writing lol, i hope you guys enjoy it! requests are still open for little blurb ideas, fics, smau’s etc<3

For parents there was never a greater joy than watching their child grow, learn and get more and more curious as they became older. For little Théo Leclerc who had just turned 9 months, he was proficient at crawling and getting into anything and everything, you blamed his father’s drive and determination on that. He was as curious as babies come, intrigued in anything his mother and father were doing, he loved playing with coloured blocks, reading bedtime stories with his parents at night, he was the definition of a blessing to both you and Charles.

“good morning chérie, smells delicious down here”

You smiled turning to press a gentle kiss to Charles’s cheek, a soft smile on your face

“morning my love, thought i’d make some pancakes, Théo has been loving them”

“his mother is an amazing cook can you blame him? where is he anyway, it’s too quiet…”

You laughed pointing over to the little area you had set up on your living room, toys and books spilled across the hardwood floor

“he has been quite busy this morning, haven’t you petit prince?”

Cooing slightly at the mini Charles in the corner he giggled looking at you, upon noticing his father he began to wiggle on the floor, slowly making his way over on his hands and knees

“es-tu impatient de me voir bébé!?”

Théo squealed happily, finally making it to Charles who was quick to pick up the happy baby, who’s hands rested on his father’s face

“Look at that happy face! He’s so cute it makes me want to cry…are you so happy to see papa?”

You laughed seeing the smile on his face as he wiggled around in Charles’s arms, coming over to press kisses across his face only intensifying it

“You are going to squirm right onto the floor if you keep doing that”

Théo only giggled, his hands grabbing at the now cooking pancakes that rested on his plate

“Papa will put you in your chair and you can have some breakfast okay my love?”

“Can’t have you hungry can we little worm”

Snorting out a laugh you turned to him

“Little worm?”

“Have you seen him when he does that wiggle? You should hold him when he does it, he’s like a worm”

Shaking your head you couldn’t help but realize that was probably a good nickname for your son, when he got excited there was no stopping that wiggle.

Théo was quick to finish his breakfast, never leaving anything behind on his plate, so while you cleaned up, you set him down gently on the floor, though he never really stayed in one place, so as your back was turned he had made it over to his dad who was sitting in the living room, cleaning up the mess baby tornado had left behind. Upon reaching the couch, Théo had grabbed onto the couch to stand up, gripping onto the fabric he got to his feet, letting out a squeal, instantly catching the attention of Charles.

“What are you up too bébé, sois prudent…”

On instinct he moved a bit closer before pausing when Théo began to take steps towards him

“Chérie, regarde ça! Théo marche!”

Quickly turning to look towards the living room you grabbed your phone, immediately walking over to film your baby boy, tears in your eyes as you smiled

“Bravo petit prince! Tu vas si bien!”

Théo giggled walking a few more steps before collapsing into his fathers chest

“He-He walked! Char…he-I can’t believe he walked!”

Joining your boys on the floor you couldn’t help but notice the little tears that rested on your husbands cheeks as well, taking your thumb and gently wiping them off his skin

“I can’t believe it…he-he walked right to me, please tell me you got that”

Nodding you showed him the video once again on your phone, getting to experience the moment all over again, Charles hugging Théo closer

“You’re growing up too fast…can’t believe you’re walking”

“Aw baby, he’s still little…don’t worry”

You kissed his cheek gently, a hand rubbing Théo’s back softly

“Tu seras toujours le petit prince de papa, n'est-ce pas?”

He giggled wiggling around a little bit for Charles to put him back down, watching as he began to crawl around once again

“I’m going to miss him as a baby…”

“I know you will, but we still have some time…besides, who said we have to stop at one?”

Hearing your words Charles looked at you, a slight twinkle in his eyes

“Je suppose que nous avons du travail à faire…”

You smiled shaking your head before pressing a firm kiss to his lips, only pulling away when Théo began to walk once again, only this time heading away from you both

“Well here we go…”

Laughter filled the room as you and Charles took after your now very quick baby boy, what you thought was fast at a crawl, seemed to be lightning speed now that he was on his feet.

You wouldn’t change anything for the world, you’re family was perfect, and you couldn’t be happier…even if your little one was growing up too fast…

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auras-moonstone · 5 months

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Holaaa me emocione bastante con saber q eres de argentina (yo no soy de argentina soy de Mexico) pero esta cool saber q también hablas español lol

llevo rato leyendo tus trabajos y me encanta como escribeees, no se que te parezca la idea de una historia de Ethan como Spiderman tbh es mi head canon favorito y no hay mucha gente que lo escriba ahí una idea no se si sigas aceptando requests o si ya habías escrito algo de Ethan como Spiderman pero me encantaría leer algo así escrito por ti obvi 🤭

(En ingles ofc!)

Perdooon si escribí bastante me emocione jajaja apenas agarre el valor Para dejar un request

hola 🇲🇽 ! perdón por haber tardado tanto en escribir esta request😫 me encantó la idea, hace bastante que quería escribir algo sobre ethan como spiderman <3 espero que te guste❤️🫶🏻

the story of us — ethan landry

word count: 2,693

pairing: spider-man!ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: ethan and y/n’s relationship might be ending soon because of the boy’s behaviour and secrets.

based on: the story of us by taylor swift

warnings: mention of blood. a bit of angst.

Y/N SHOULDN’T FEEL SURPRISED FOR HAVING BEEN STOOD UP BY ETHAN, it seemed to be his favourite hobby lately. But when he came up to her with regretful puppy eyes asking for them to meet so he could explain the reason behind his behaviour, she really thought he would keep his word and show up to fix things.

But once again he failed her, and now Y/N was walking back home alone with mascara running down her face and with her chest filled with disappointment and sadness.

Y/N was walking through the dark and unsafe NYC streets, wondering what excuse her boyfriend was going to use this time, when she heard a whimper coming from the creepy unlit alley she was passing by. Her whole body tightened with fear, hands instantly became sweaty, her heart thundered dangerously fast and yet she stopped walking. Then the noise came again, this time more clear—it was a pained curse from a male voice.

The girl couldn’t decide if she was stupid or too brave, but she walked towards the person. Her eyes widened at the scene—there, sitting next to a container, was Spiderman; a bleeding Spiderman.

“Holy hell, are you okay?” she cried, inspecting the wound. “Of course you’re not okay! You’re bleeding a lot! A lot!”

Ethan cursed internally. Of all the people who could have found him, it had to be her. “Thanks for the calming words.” the superhero said between gritted teeth.

“Sorry! I shouldn’t have said that. I was exaggerating, it’s not that bad.” Y/N tried to convince him.

“You’re a horrible liar” his hands were shaking as he tried to put pressure on the wound.

“Okay, let’s get you out of here, the smell is awful.” the girl said, putting one of his—very strong and muscled—arms around her shoulders. “I know you’re in pain, but I need you to use a bit of your strength to help me lift you to your feet. Can you do that?” the masked figure nodded. “Okay, at the count of three.”

Ethan closed his eyes in pain as he let out a cry of agony. He had been walking towards the cafe where Y/N worked when he heard screaming. An old woman and her granddaughter were being robbed and it was his duty to save them. He would’ve made it to his date with Y/N if the thief’s partner hadn’t caught him off guard and sliced his stomach. Time didn’t matter anymore, he couldn’t show up wounded, and he didn’t have the energy to walk so he stayed in that creepy alley where Y/N found him.

“Ouch!” he yelled when the girl carelessly dropped him on her couch as soon as they arrived to her apartment.

“Sorry!” Y/N said guiltily. “My arms hurt.”

“It’s okay. Thank you, I just need to rest here for a few minutes and I’ll be out of your sight.” he panted.

“You can’t leave! I need to clean you up and then you need to eat something.”

“No, it’s okay. Look, just lend me a first-aid kit, I’ll do it myself. Then I’m leaving.” it wasn’t that Ethan was ungrateful for her help, he just didn’t want to be a burden. Also, if she was to see his body, she was going to recognize him instantly. And Ethan was not going to let that happen.

“Hey, you’re always saving our asses, it’s time someone finally takes care of you.” she smiled softly.

“I really appreciate that, seriously. But I’d be more comfortable doing it myself, if you don’t mind.”

“As you wish.” she said in understanding. And as he stitched himself up, Y/N went to the kitchen to prepare something for him to eat.

Ethan watched her from the doorframe. He wanted to close the space so badly, he wanted to wrap his arms around her waist and never let go. They saw each other everyday, but it’s been days since the last time he got to hold her, kiss her, touch her.

Y/N was really pissed at him, and with good reason. Countless were the times he had stood her up and he slowly—and absentmindedly—started to distance himself from her. And a few days ago, Y/N just exploded and they started fighting. Instead of telling her the truth (that he was a superhero and that the NYC streets were more dangerous than he had thought) he told her she was being dramatic and that he needed a bit of space. He regretted it instantly, and wanted to throw up as soon as his eyes caught her hurt expression. He was trying to keep her safe, but he handed everything in the worst way possible and ended up wounding the person that meant the most to him.

“You cooked for me?” he spoke up. Even though she couldn’t see it, she felt the smile on his voice.

“I told you, it’s time someone takes care of you.” she answered. “Is the wound okay? Does it hurt?”

“I’m fine. I’m a big tough boy.” he said in a teasing voice when she finished. “Thank you, Y/N. You saved me.”

“Anytime, Spider-boy. And honestly, you shouldn’t even thank me, you risk your life for us every- wait a minute.” she stopped when she realised something. “How do you know my name?”

Fuck, he cursed internally. He had messed up. “You told me.” he tried to sound confident.

“No, I didn’t. Do we know each other? Do we go to the same college?” Y/N asked curiously.

“I need to go.” he stood up abruptly, and a whimper of pain left his mouth.

“No! I’m sorry, I won’t press the subject.” she said, grabbing his forearms to sit him back on the chair. “I respect you wanting to keep your identity hidden. I won’t ask any more questions, but please stay. You’re still weak, you need to eat something.”

“You already did a lot. Really.”

“I swear to god, stop being stubborn.”

Who was he kidding with the hesitation? Just one look at her doe eyes and he was on his knees. As he ate, Y/N had her back to him so he could take his mask off. She could have turned around at any time and discover that the friendly neighbour hero was her boyfriend, but she never did. She respected his wish of not wanting to show his face, and that made him love her ever more.

“Your omelette was great” he said as he put the plate on the dishwasher. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.”

“Why were you crying?” he asked, even though he knew the answer. Ethan and Y/N weren’t on speaking terms, so maybe by talking to her through his secret identity would give him an insight on how to fix the relationship he tore up.

The sad girl frowned and pressed her lips into a line. She didn’t talk to her friends much about Ethan because she didn’t want to put them in an uncomfortable position, as they were all friends, so she had been keeping her frustrations bottled up. And now there was this trustful kind stranger asking her about it, so she gave in.

“My boyfriend didn’t show up to our date. He has been acting so strange lately. He shows up late, he always has a different excuse and gets all nervous and defensive because he’s obviously lying, but most times he doesn’t even show up. Like today.” the exhaustion and defeat was evident on her tone and it broke his heart. “He was supposed to meet me today, so he could open up and tell me what’s going on in his life, but…”

“He let you down again.” he added in a sad tone. Y/N nodded, tears blurring her eyes. “What are you going to do?”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath “I honestly don’t know. I love him, I really do, but our relationship has become one-sided. I’m trying to save it, but it seems like he doesn’t care anymore.”

Fear crept into his mind. Was that it? Was it their end? Was she going to break up with him the next day? He wouldn’t blame her. Yet, he couldn’t help being selfish—he did not want them to break up.

“Maybe there is something going on in his life… something that he can’t tell you for your own good.” he said, and he knew he sounded stupid.

“What could be so bad that he can’t talk to me about it? We have always been honest with each other. He knows he can tell me anything, he knows that he’ll have my support no matter what. I just want him to talk to me. I don’t know what happened with our relationship, but there’s nothing I can do unless he talks to me.”

“Things are going to get better.” the superhero said, rubbing her arm in a comforting gesture.

Ethan had multiple opportunities to be honest with her, to explain why he had become so distant and yet he held his pride and told her she was exaggerating the whole situation. So, as much as she tried to be positive and believe Spider-man’s words, she was scared the story of them might be ending soon.

ETHAN REACHED THE TABLE WHERE THE GROUP WAS SITTING AT and eyed the two empty spots left. One was next to Chad, who was talking animatedly with Tara and Mindy, and the other one was beside Y/N. His spot had always been the one next to hers, but with their current complications and not knowing exactly in which page they were at, he didn’t know what to do. Seeing the way she was nervously pulling at her clothes and tried to look busy, he ended up choosing the first option.

Even though she was trying hard to avoid looking at him, his presence was overwhelming and it took all of her strength to hold back from peaking a glance at his gorgeous smile and perfect curls. She was dying to know if the situation was killing him as much as it was killing her.

Little did she know the boy was losing his mind. The anguish was too much, so many thoughts were running through his mind. He was dying to let her know what was going on, but he was scared it was going to put her in danger. He would rather have her be angry at him than her getting hurt because of him. The wiser thing would be to let her go, to free her from the chaos that came with being involved with a superhero, but he the selfish part of him couldn’t break things up—Ethan loved her too much to give her up.

He needed to come up with a decision. This contest of who could act like they cared less needed to end and he could not tolerate the loud silence between them anymore. “Do you think we could talk tonight?”

“If you have the decency to show up.” she shrugged.

Her armour was up, and it was understandable. “I will. I’ll meet you at your apartment after Econ?”

“Okay.” Y/N nodded. “I’m serious, Ethan. Show up. This is your last chance.”

“I won’t let you down again, Y/N/N. I promise.”

ETHAN DIDN'T KNOW IF THE AREA WHERE Y/N WORKED IN WAS EXTREMELY DANGEROUS OR IF HE JUST HAD BAD LUCK, but every time he was near, something happened that forced him to step in. Thankfully, this time it was an inexperienced thief he easily managed to bring down but his wound wasn't fully healed yet so he was in a bit of pain after the fight. But the important thing was that he made it to Y/N's house.

The girl was unable to hide her relief when she opened the door, but it soon turned into worry. "Ethan, what the hell happened? You're bleeding!"

The curly-haired boy looked down to find a scarlet stain on his blue polo shirt. The wound on his abdomen must have opened while he was stopping the thief, and he didn't even noticed because of the adrenaline. "Um, it's nothing, I-"

"Sit down." she ordered right before leaving to grab the first-aid kit. When she lifted his shirt up, she frowned.

"What is it?" Ethan asked worriedly.

"Ethan, when did this happen?"

"Um, I was robbed while making my way here." the lie slipped off his tongue in an instant.

"You keep lying to me." she let out a humourless laugh. "This has been stitched before, Ethan."

He sighed, thinking of another excuse. "Okay, fine. It's not new. I fell and landed on something sharp, and it cut my stomach."

"Okay, now I'm not only angry because you lied to me twice in the past sixty seconds, but also because you think I'm stupid."

"I don't think you're stupid."

"If you believe I'd buy that shitty excuse, then yes, I think you think I'm stupid." she spat. "Tell me the truth. Right now, Ethan."

Silence embraced the room. As Y/N worked on the wound, Ethan tried to find the words to explain. "I don't know where to start."

"Let's start by telling me how did you get this."

"A thief did it to me." he said, and ignoring his girlfriend's warning glance, he continued, "but he wasn't robbing me. He was stealing from an old woman and I stepped in. He cut me while I was distracted."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise as they scrutinised his face, trying to spot any sign that told her he was lying. She find none. "You fought them?" she asked in disbelief, and Ethan nodded. "That's... that's really brave. And stupid."

"It's my job." he blurted out, making her look at him in confusion. "Well, it's not a job job, because I don't get paid. Not that I'd do it for money, even though I need it-"

"Eth!" she interrupted him. "I love it when you ramble, you're adorable, but could you please explain?"

"I missed you calling me Eth." he whispered, caressing her right cheek. "I miss you."

"I miss you, too, Eth. But we need to talk. Well, you need to talk. What is going on with you? Why are you so distant? Why do you keep missing our dates? What did you mean by 'It's my job'?"

"I'll tell you, but I need to warn you first. You were in danger before knowing this, but after I tell you... you are going to be an even bigger target. And you can't tell anyone, okay? No one knows, and no one has to know."

"Okay, just spit it out, Ethan."

"I'm Spider-man."

It was as if their surroundings had frozen, and minutes felt like hours. Y/N sat on the couch, dumbfounded, and Ethan's leg bounced as he bit his nails.

Meanwhile, Y/N's brain worked at a fast pace, trying to connect the dots. Now, in hindsight, everything made sense. His bruises, his wounds, why he was always in high alert, why his walls were up, his grades dropping, his tardiness... he became the friendly neighborhood spiderman. The vigilante she had found bleeding the previous night.

"Hey! You used your secret identity to get information out of me, asshole!"

"That's all you have to say?!"

"I mean, no... but I don't really know what to say."

"You're not mad?"

"I don't think so. I really wish you would've told me, could've saved up lots of arguments, but I do understand why you didn't tell me. I'm glad you opened up, tho. I am really tired of missing you and not kissing you."

Ethan laughed. “I love you. I missed you like crazy, and I'm sorry for everything.” he hold her close to his chest and let himself relax for the first time in weeks. “By the way, you need to quit that job. I swear there’s a robbery every five fucking minutes.”

“Have you been following me?” she arched her eyebrow.

“Keeping an eye on you.” he corrected. “I can’t let anything happen to my girl, and like I said, it’s a dangerous area.”

Y/N laughed and kissed his lips tenderly “I love you, my little stalker. Don’t keep secrets from me ever again.”

“Never. I promise. We’re a team.”

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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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De Jong's Sister -Pedri González

This was a bit shitty

Summary: You're the younger sister of Frenkie De Jong and you're also Pedri González girlfriend... But, is your brother used to the PDA with your boyfriend?

Being Frenkie De Jong's sister has always been your favorite thing because one, he's the best brother ever; two, he loves and takes care of you like no one else and three; thanks to him you met your lover, Pedro González López mostly known as Pedri.

Frenkie had known Pedri for a long while and he knew he was a good guy and with a good heart so when Frenkie learned you started dating his friend and teammate, he was happy for both of you.

Of course, he was your older brother, there was a long and serious chat by his part to Pedri, explaining deeply that Frenkie didn't cared if he was his teammate, friend or anything. If Pedri dared to break your heart, he will pay it.

Frenkie stated he could step on his ankle while training and make it seem like it was an accident or kicking him in the face with the concept of trying to grab the ball. You thought it was unnecessary but Pedri acceded to it and stating a simple "I'll take it" You rolled your eyes at their dramatic antics but loved them either way.

Still, after three years and half of relationship, Frenkie wasn't a big fan of you touching and kissing Pedri that much while being in his presence.

Like for example, last week you were at a gathering at Lewandowski's all of you eating, having a good time in general and enjoying the two free days Xavi gave them. Pedri's arm was around your waist and you leaned into his side lightly, he was laughing at something Eric García had said as you smiled seeing him.

You couldn't help yourself but kiss his neck causing him drift his attention briefly to you

"Everything good, bonita?" You nod smiling causing him to smile back and lean lightly to kiss your lips softly and for brief seconds

"Stop eating his face" Frenkie said in Dutch as you looked at him raising one of your eyebrows

"It was just a simple kiss"

"You were sucking each others faces off"

"Fuck off!" He laughed

"Leave her be, Frenkie" Mikky, Frenkie's girlfriend said as you stuck your tongue out a bit, taking the piss of him.

"Yeah, I don't say a thing when you're sucking Mikky's face off"

"Shut up" It was your turn to laugh now. After a while got a bit better still he let his disgust known

"Congratulations!" You smiled watching both of your boys come in, into the tunel and up to their dressing room.

You hugged Frenkie first, happy for his comeback and then you went to your boyfriend throwing yourself at him, also glad for his comeback even though he wasn't in the XI starting, you were happy to have him in the second half.

You kissed his lips softly and pressed yourself against his sweaty body, happiness coming out of you

"Ok, ok. I think that's enough"

"Venga, hermano" Pedri said letting you down of the floor softly a bit annoyed to the fact, your brother didn't allowed him to touch you that much in his presence

"She's my baby sister!" Frenkie defended "Limited touching"

"C'mon, Kie; I not a little girl anymore"

"Still not used to see you as someone's girlfriend, Y/N/N"

"Well, start to because I'm not breaking up with Pedri anytime soon, he's it for me and for the longest run" With that you let both boys to get inside their dressing room

"Did I fucked it up?" Frenkie asked Pedri

"She wants you to be happy for her"

"I am, for both of you" Frenkie declared "It is weird for me to see her being all lovely and mostly with someone who is my friend and teammate"

"You know I will not hurt her"

"I know" Frenkie said "She's just my baby sister, I guess I still see her as my baby who always came crying up to me when Youri did something to her" Frenkie laughs "I'm sorry, I'll behave" Pedri nodded

"No soy yo a quien le tienes que decir eso, hermano" (It's not me the one you gotta say that, hermano) Pedri said softly as Frenkie sighed nodding

After that little encounter, you didn't spent too much time with Frenkie and Pedri together and if you did, you avoided touching so much Pedri only holding his hand and going as far as kiss his cheek but after that nothing more.

Frenkie felt a bit guilty seeing you retract yourself to show love to your lover, you had told Pedri that when he was around you were gonna put a line tmto your PDA, he wasn't happy but he accepted, and that's why when they won LaLiga, Frenkie came up to you.

You hugged your brother tightly, kissing his cheeks and repeating a congratulations to him

"Thank you, sis" You smiled at him and soon your eyes travelled to your boyfriend who was hugging his family too "Go and kiss him. Kiss him like you want to" Frenkie encouraged you as you looked at him

"Thought you didn't-"

"You are on the long run with this guy" He said softly "I gotta deal with it. You are happy with him and both of you love each other too much. I know you like showing affection and he does the same. You're not a little girl anymore" Frenkie smiled pushing you into the González's direction "Anda" You smiled and ran towards your boyfriend.

You crashed into his sweaty back as he stumbled forward a bit

"Wow!" He said turning around "Bonita, what's up?" You leaned up and kissed him deeply.

"Congratulations, mi amor"

"Bonita, Frenkie-"

"He's fine with it! I love you so much and I'm so proud of you, congratulations on your first LaLiga, lindo" Pedri smiled picking you up and turning you around

"Thanks, Bonita" He whispered kissing you once more.

This time the one who pulled you both apart was Fer who jokingly claimed his brother back but when you connected your gaze with your brother's.

He was looking at you with a smile on and them gave you a thumbs up. Yes, you loved being Frenkie De Jong's sister and Pedri's girlfriend.

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

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winniethewife · 6 months

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Moon Boys Arguing Head-canons.

Steven Is a nonsense arguer, the minute you start arguing he makes less and less sense, its mostly because he hates arguing he's avoiding the actual point of the argument,

He's Just bubbling at you like he has nothing to add.

"B-but... I did the...and the...but the...Just..."

he would probably start to cry when it got to the point of a fight, Just silently crying as you yell. He'll stay and take it, knowing the other two would react badly but he doesn't respond, becoming the verbal punching bag he has been his whole life.

Jake is a silent arguer, he just mumbles some stuff, usually in Spanish, Ignoring your points, not acknowledging his part in the problem, More than willing to push blame around.

"No soy idiota, no hace falta hablar para ser así." (I'm not an idiot, you don't have to talk to be like that.)

He's making the argument worse and worse until its a full blown fight, then he's yelling and cussing, he gets really close physically too, never gonna hurt you but physically intimidating. Standing inches from you ready to do whatever it takes to win come hell or high water.

Marc is very passive aggressive, he doesn't look at you, he doesn't really acknowledge the problem, he's similar to Jake in the quite arguing but he's really drawn back he doesn't get close, the more you argue the farther away he gets

"I don't know what you're talking about...its not that big a deal, Just calm down..."

once you get to fighting he yells once and then shuts down. apologizing right away. Yelling is really triggering so usually if you start first yelling he'll pullback in the headspace and let one of the others front.

this of course goes out of the window if he's drunk. if you guys fight when he's drunk he goes all out, everything you might have ever done to annoy him or any mistake is on the table, he will tear everything down, probably leave in the middle of the fight, just wandering the streets. He'll be home in the morning with a gift to apologize and a face filled with guilt.

Masterlist

#moon knight #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant #x reader #moon boys #moon knight x reader #headcanons #moon knight angst #angst

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sainzfilm · 1 year

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Charles x reader + childhood friends to strangers to lovers? If that’s possible?🥹

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

a/n: the trope….oh dear the amount of times ive experienced this minus the lovers part because i just dont want to get in a relationship most times

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“Hé, Cha? Nous serons amis pour toujours, n'est-ce pas?” You looked at the little Monégasque boy beside you, “Et si tu m'oubliais?” Hey, Cha? We’ll be friends forever, right? What if you forget me?

Charles frowned as he set the football down to take a quick look at you, “Ne sois pas stupide, Y/N. Tu es mon meilleur ami. Je ne pourrais jamais t'oublier.” Don’t be silly, Y/N. You’re my best friend. I could never forget you.

You raised your pinky up and smiled softly, “Promets-moi? Tu penseras à moi même quand je m'éloignerai?” Promise me? You’ll think of me even when I move away?

“Je te promets,” Charles whispered as he wrapped his pinky around yours, the sun setting in front of you both, “Je te retrouverai quand nous serons grands.” I promise you. I’ll find you when we grow older.

It’s been more than a decade since you left your home in Monaco just because your parents found better opportunities in Madrid. Not much of your memories were clear, after all, you were only six years old when you left the place you once called home.

“Maman, je vais bien,” You said as you held your phone in between your cheek and shoulder, unpacking your bag in the hotel, “Je suis déjà à l'hôtel.” Mama, I’ll be fine. I’m already at the hotel.

“Fais juste attention, d'accord?” Your mother replied to you, “You think you’ll find him?” Just be careful, okay?

You frowned, “No. He’s probably not here anymore.”

“Sweetheart,” She chuckled through the phone, “You did cry a lot when we left Monaco, so just give that little girl some closure if you see him.”

“Yeah, whatever,” You mumbled, leaning against the window and admiring the view, “Um, anyways, I’ll go now, maman. I’ll call you tonight?”

“Sure, sweetheart,” She smiled, “Stay safe over there. I hope you see him.”

Sighing, you ended the call and dropped your phone on the bed. Did you even want to see him? After all these years? The promise he made seemed pointless. You were just two kids, why should he bother keeping it?

“Pull yourself together for God’s sake, Y/N,” You mumbled as you grabbed your phone, purse, and coat before locking your door and heading out the hotel, “I don’t want to bump into him.”

As you walked down the streets of Monaco, you kept your hands in your pockets and couldn’t help but think of the memories that started flooding back to you.

“Hm, a new café,” You mumbled as you spotted a café across the street, “Guess I could use a snack.”

Walking inside the café, you took a deep breath of the smell of freshly baked pastries and coffee, a few of your favorite things in the world. You ordered a Spanish latte and a bagel to go, so you could eat it as you roamed around Monaco for the rest of the day.

“Order for Y/N!”

Charles immediately looked up from his book, eyebrows scrunched together upon hearing that name. Could that really be you? After all these years?

Grabbing his phone and book, Charles hurriedly exited the café and looked around him to see if he could catch up to the person that could possibly be you.

“Merde!” He exclaimed as he ran a hand through his hair, “Où aurait-elle pu aller?” Fuck! Where could she have gone?

You hummed as you took a few bites of your bagel, letting your feet take you to wherever it felt like, stopping at a children’s park. The park that you used to go to with Charles all the time.

“Good thing there aren’t any children here when the sun sets,” You mumbled as you sat down on one of the swings, “Not like me and Charles.”

Charles kept walking — trying to find a glimpse of you, which was particularly stupid. How was he supposed to know what you looked like now if he hadn’t seen you in over a decade?

Stopping by the park, Charles panted and leaned over to rest his hands on his knees. As he looked up, he saw the back of a girl, sitting on one of the swings.

“S'il te plait laisse ça être elle,” He whispered as he walked over and took a deep breath, tapping you on the shoulder, “Pardon?” Please let this be her. Excuse me?

Your eyes widened as you turned around, your voice muffled with some of the bagel inside your mouth, “Hm? Puis-je vous aider?” Can I help you?

Charles couldn’t help but smile from how your cheeks were puffed, crumbs surrounding your mouth, “Puis-je vous demander votre nom?” Could I ask your name?

“Oh…Mon nom est Y/N,” You smiled as you swallowed before wiping the crumbs off your mouth, “Qui peux-tu être?” My name is Y/N. Who might you be?

“Auriez-vous pu... quitter Monaco quand vous aviez 6 ans?” He asked, a new sense of hope blooming inside of him, “Je suis désolé. J'ai juste- j'ai promis à mon amie que je trouverais pour elle et j'ai perdu le contact. Elle portait le même nom que toi.” Could you have left Monaco when you were 6 years old? I'm sorry. I just- I've promised my friend that I would find for her and I lost contact. She had the same name as you.

“Charles?” You frowned as you stood up from the swing, “Est-ce vraiment toi?” Is it really you?

Mirroring the smile on Charles’ face, you laughed with tears in your eyes as you hugged him tightly, “It’s you. It’s really you.”

“You’re back home. After all these years,” Charles whispered as he hugged you tightly, afraid that you were a figment of his imagination, “I thought I’d never find you.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, wiping the tears away, “I thought you’d forget me.”

“How could I ever?” He looked at you, the smile never fading away, “I’m…sorry that I couldn’t keep up with my promise.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” You nudged his shoulder softly, “We’re adults. We have our own lives now, the hustle and bustle, you know?”

“I just…I still feel bad, I could’ve found you sooner if I went to Madrid,” He sighed as he sat down on the swing with you, “We lost a lot of time, didn’t we?”

“Sixteen years…is a long time,” You slightly smiled as you turned to look at him, “You don’t look like my old Charles, though.”

“I could say the same to you,” He chuckled softly as he kicked on the sand at his feet, “You’re much more beautiful than the last time I saw you.”

“Maybe Madrid treated me well,” You teased as you looked at the sunset before your eyes, “Just like the old times.”

“Just like the old times,” Charles smiled as he offered his hand for you to hold, “You think I could make it up to you? For all the lost time?”

You nodded as you placed your hand in his, intertwining it and letting it fall in between the two of you, “We’ll have the rest of our lives, don’t we?”

“We do. And I’ll keep my promise this time,” He whispered as he looked at you, a twinkle in his eyes, “I don’t plan on letting you slip through my fingers anymore.”

Sighing happily, you stared at the sun setting with the boy, who you had thought to be long gone from your life, “I’ll hold you to that, Cha.”

bonus scene!

“Hey, I can hear you think,” Charles laughed as he nudged your shoulder, “Let’s enjoy this party.”

“Sorry, I’m just not a party person,” You looked at him with a sheepish smile, “I do appreciate you bringing me along to your cousin’s wedding.”

“Might as well have my best friend be with me,” Charles forced a smile, a bitter taste from the way he had to call you his best friend when you were so much more than that, “Dance with me?”

Looking around, you couldn’t help but feel insecure from the possible sets of eyes that could be on you. How could they not when you’re with one of the top drivers in Formula 1?

You whispered, “They’re going to stare.”

“Then let them,” Charles held his hand out as he stood up from his seat, “I’ll be dancing with the most beautiful girl here anyway.”

Sighing, you placed your hand in his and Charles whisked you away to the dance floor as he held you close. Charles looked at you lovingly, swaying you softly to the song that was playing.

Charles whispered, “Hey, Y/N?”

You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow, “Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Blinking a few times, you paused for a few moments before taking a deep breath and nodding, “You can.”

Charles smiled as he brought his hands to gently hold your face, leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips, setting off fireworks inside your stomach and his.

You pulled away as you smiled uncontrollably, leaning your forehead against his, “It’s about damn time, Leclerc.”

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hinamie · 15 days

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Hewwo! I've been following you since the Banana Fish days! A fellow soy sauce/wonglung shipper 👀✨ Just wanted to drop by and say that I've been rooting for you from the sidelines all these years, and it makes me v happy to see you grow! And your art has gotten more and more beautiful, i adore watching it develop 💖✨ Even tho i haven't watched JJK i love your recent art to bits! Nevertheless, your Shorter art will always have a special place in my heart (and on my water bottle!!) <33 You were one of my favourite Shorter/soy sauce artists back in the day, and I've never forgotten it! Wishing you all the best and I'll keep rooting for you from the sidelines! 💖✨

im gonna CRY this is so sweet omg , whenever ppl tell me they've been around long enough to see my art develop the serotonin rush is Insane,, also tbh you're one of those people whose url i recognize in my notifs and whenever i see it i go :D! you're so kind to say all of this and to have stuck around this long, your support is definitely felt and very very appreciated <3 <3 <3

a boy for you !!!

#answered #nice things #im so emo about him still actually :(#but this message warms my heart thank u so much for sending

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sanguineterrain · 1 year

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about spilled milk - e.m.

okay now you folks said you weren't tired of the eddie snapshots so here i am with another one because it's all i can write these days...

Summary: Eddie's got you every time. Even when you've spilled milk.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings/tags: depressive episode, reader has an emotional breakdown, brief suicidal thoughts. there is an uplifting ending; not a 'they got over it!" because that's not how depression works, but i made a point not to end on a sad note. if you think these topics might upset you, please take care of yourself first.

by the way, it does get better.

divider by firefly-graphics

Strawberry milk is your favorite.

Chocolate is a close second. Pure, whole milk is likely the Devil's invention. Soy milk is decent when you have the sudden, crazed urge to go healthy and reinvent your personality.

But strawberry milk has always been there for you.

There's a carton of it in your fridge right now. You hope it's still good. If you remember correctly (not that your memory is all that reliable these days), you'd bought it Monday. It's now Sunday. Milk doesn't expire that fast, does it? Certainly not strawberry milk, with all of Nesquik's special preservatives.

You feel preserved too. It must be a strange process, forcing a thing to be something it's not; making it last when it doesn't want to.

There are too many dishes in the sink. You'd promised you'd get to them today, but that had been three days ago. They add to the kitchen’s essence, you think. Or maybe that's just the preservatives talking.

You use a paper cup so you can throw it out after. You need to throw out the garbage too, because it's rotting, and you can't handle another rotting thing in this house.

The paper cup has little orange flowers on it. You stare at them for a long time while you work up the courage to open the fridge.

You feel naked without your blanket. It's covered you for many days now. You're not sure what to do without it.

Part of you wants to abandon the cup. But you're so thirsty. And you're hungry but you haven't got the energy to take a pan out of the cupboard and add another dish and throw something else away, all to rot, rot, rot.

You take the milk from the fridge. It expires next month. The cold makes your fingers ache. It's the first tangible feeling you've had all day.

Down the hall, the lock turns. You can't remember inviting anyone over, but, as you know, your memory isn't trustworthy these days. You think you've felt this yawning agony in your stomach for years, but you've managed to graduate high school and you've tricked a boy into falling in love with you. Years must be a stretch, right?

You pour the milk. It's a pretty, happy pink. You wonder if it'll turn your insides a pretty, happy pink too.

"Sweet thing, are you here?"

The trick is done. This good boy, this person in your life you don't deserve, he's going to learn your secret. He's going to find you and your preservatives expired all over the kitchen floor.

"Honey? Please respond to me if you're here."

You take the milk. Somewhere between staring sightlessly at your ceiling tiles and thinking about doing the dishes, you've forgotten how to hold a cup.

It falls. Pink milk sprays the kitchen tile.

The yawning agony does something funny. It decides to climb up your throat. It's tired of being inside you. You can't blame it. You wouldn't want to be inside yourself either.

Eddie finds you hunched over the counter, crying like you're grieving. And you are. You mourn the milk and you mourn the flesh that used to fill the hole in your chest.

"Baby? Hey, hey, what's happening? What's wrong?"

Everything is wrong. You're the wrongest of all.

Eddie leads you away from the mess. Your legs don't work right and you stagger, knees giving out. Eddie holds you and you don't like being held, but you think you might've never gotten up if Eddie wasn't here.

"Oh, honey. Baby, it's alright. It's okay, it's okay."

This is scary. You are scary. People don't like to be afraid. Eddie will snap at you, get angry that you've spilled milk and that the agony couldn't come out until after he left.

You wait for the hushing. The urgent pleads to calm down. You have never calmed down in your life. You don't know how.

"It hurts," you cry and grip Eddie's shirt so hard your fingers ache.

"What hurts? What hurts, honey? C'mere, lemme see."

"I hurt," you say. "I don't want to be here."

"Oh." Eddie tucks your face into his neck and rubs your back. Up and down, up and down. "Oh, oh, it's okay. I got you. I want you to be here. It won't always feel like this."

He cradles you through your agony. Eddie doesn't shout or shush. He doesn't tell you to mind the neighbors or your parents in the next room who'll think something is seriously fucking wrong with you.

You cry and scream and probably squeeze Eddie too hard. And he lets you, even though the trick is over and he doesn't have to love you anymore, if he doesn't want to.

"I'm sorry," you wail.

"No, don't apologize. Nothing to apologize for."

"I'm sorry you have to see me like this."

You don't want to rot. You've tried your whole life to avoid this feeling. To be happy, because that's what people want. They want you to be happy so they can burden you. It's hard to burden somebody who rots.

Eddie holds you until you stop your mourning on your own. Then he picks you up from the floor and helps you to the couch.

"D'you want the milk?" he asks, gentle even though you're monstrous.

You nod.

Eddie's hand lingers on your cheek. Then he goes and cleans up your milk. And he pours more into a real glass, one that will need to be washed. Then he ties up the garbage and brings it outside.

You drink your milk and wait for him to not come back.

But Eddie does. He washes his hands in the kitchen sink and then he sits down next to you.

You drink half the glass. Eddie takes it from you and puts it on the table.

"I'm sorry for scaring you," you say.

"You didn't scare me."

"I did."

I don't want to be here, you'd said before, and they'd screamed at you for it.

"No," Eddie says, and slips your fingers together. "You didn't. I'm not afraid of your feelings. I'm worried. And I care about you. And I love you. But I'm not afraid."

"It's too much." I'm too much.

"No, it's not." No, you're not.

You look at him. Your eyes feel hot again.

"If you want to leave—"

"I don't. And I'll say it as many times as you need to hear it."

Your lip wobbles, but not because of the agony.

"You want me to hold you?" Eddie asks.

You crawl into his arms and he sorts through your mess. He's real and alive and so are you and God, you don't want to fight this good thing anymore.

"Tell me again you'll stay," you plead.

"I'll stay," Eddie says.

You curl your hand into a fist and rest it over his heart.

"I spilled so much milk."

Eddie wipes a tear from your cheek.

"That's okay. We can always get more."

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things fic #just realized i put in another strawberry thing... idk why i made strawberry their personality

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wojakgallery · 2 months

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Title/Name: Soy Boy Gorilla Gif Wojak Series: Animal (Variant), Crying (Variant), Soyjak (Variant) Image by: Unknown Main Tag: Soy Boy Gif Wojak

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 2 years

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Hawks/F!Darling: Breaking Silence

TW: noncon

He'd dealt with people giving him the silent treatment before: suspects, wary targets, even colleagues who disliked him for his cocky pretty boy persona. He couldn't really blame them, but it never lasted forever. As long as he talked "out loud, totally to himself without anyone else in the room to hear or respond" and said just the right things to wear down their walls, he could tease a word or two out of them. And once that crack appeared, it would grow into a flood without them realizing it was too late.

All those other times though, they didn't hurt the same way it did with ____. He knew she'd be upset by him taking her, but he'd prepared for that. All her favorite things were already moved in while she was unconscious, her employer had been told she was putting in her two weeks, and he'd been a perfect gentleman while she was asleep. Minimize the damage as much as possible when you're confronted. Do what you can to turn distrust into self-doubt, and turn THAT into trust.

Not exactly relationship advice, but his training was all he'd had to go on when it came to how to deal with events in his life after he'd been recruited by the Safet Commission.

He'd spoken gently to her, insisted that she had every right to be angry at him, let her scream and try to escape before realizing it was impossible on all fronts. And when she'd collapsed onto the floor and started to cry, he'd been there to slowly inch closer and closer until he had his arms around her; he'd been so subtle and inviting that she hadn't even flinched until he spoke up and she heard his voice so close to her ear.

____ hadn't spoken to him for the past two days in some attempt to defy him. He could practically hear her thoughts though, with the way she glared at him with contempt. I hate you. You know this is wrong and you're going to try and make me feel like I'M the crazy one for thinking that. You ruined my life.

But despite her efforts, he didn't falter. He'd simply smiled and playfully reached out to poke her chin after he'd taken her empty breakfast plate away (a plastic one, given her propensity for throwing things at him in frustration). "Cat got your tongue again today?"

____ continued to glower at him.

He brushed her cheek with his fingers. "That's okay," he replied. "I'll just do enough talking for both of us again. It's actually kinda fun, being the super friendly and chatty guy people make me out to be." The smile on his lips twitched and seemed a little more downcast as he moved to make sure she'd eaten all of her food; hopefully she knew better by now than to try and spit it out so she didn't have to ingest the crushed-up "relaxers" he'd mix into her eggs.

He smiled when he saw that her plate was clean and she had no way of hiding that much food under her tongue or in her cheeks. "Enjoyed it? You ate every bite this time. Guess I'm getting better at cooking."

He set the tray down in the corner of the room and crawled into bed to cuddle with ____ while the drugs started to take effect. ____ turned away from him and stared defiantly at the opposite wall; Hawks simply put his arms around her and held her from behind, rubbing circles into her shoulders and enjoying the way her hair tickled his face. "I'm actually a better cook than most people think," he continued. "I'm not the kinda celebrity who's always had chefs and butlers and personal assistants, y'know?" He moved his hips closer to her as he recalled the kitchen in his parents' apartment: filthy, usually bare with the exception of rice, clearance vegetables a day away from rotting, some eggs, dried fish, and a bit of soy sauce.

"Granted, I'm making way better stuff for us now, but I can still make a mean bowl of okayu. I mean...it's just rice porridge, but still!"

He left a small beat of silence to try and read her body language from behind as he rubbed against her. She'd stiffened up, but hadn't made any effort to move away. "Even if I was still starving and barely scraping by though, I'd do my best to give you something good. I'd find a way to take care of you." He moved his head up to kiss ____'s cheek, and he noticed her eyes were already starting to droop.

"I'll always take care of you."

The stars in his eyes were met with a hazy, barely-there gaze from her as he looked down at her. His hands wandered under the covers as he kissed her face and neck, and not once did she move away or fight back. His sweet words to her were punctuated with quick kisses. "I...love you...so much," he sighed. "You can hate me for as long as you want, you don't ever have to love me back. Just be loved by me, and I'll do the rest, ok?"

He pulled her panties aside and slowly ground against her backside, slipping his precum-slicked cock up and down her slit. ____ made a small noise of protest, but kept her lips pressed together. "Still trying to stay silent? Baby, you don't have to hide how good you feel just because you're mad at me." He circled his index finger around her clit and heard her gasp through her nose.

As he continued to toy with her cunt and rub his cock against her entrance, he'd see her clenching her jaw and biting her lip to keep her noises to a minimum. Still, her silence couldn't hide how wet she'd become, or how her chest had started to rise and fall as she panted softly. Hawks rolled her on her back and crawled on top of her, thrusting just the tip into her tight walls.

____ limply tried to throw her hands over her face as she cried out, but Hawks quickly moved them back to lay on either side of her pillow. "I-I'm gonna cum soon," he said with a moan. "Fuck, Angel, I love you so fuckin' much..." He leaned down to kiss her neck and briefly suck on one of her nipples with one hand on her other breast. "Where do you want it, hm? Inside? Or all over you?"

Either way, he was going to love it. He could claim her from the inside and fill her up, or he could cover her with his essence and mark her body as his to keep. Just the thought of it was about to push him over the edge--

"P-please..." A small murmur passed through ____'s lips, her voice thick as she struggled not to cry. "Please s-stop..."

He came with a sharp cry, flooding her cunt with warmth and feverishly rubbing at her stiff clitoris with a few fingers to make her cum around him at the same time. His wings fluttered and shook as his eyes rolled back a little, and when the roaring in his ears mixed with Darling's high-pitched moan had subsided he looked down and saw her covering her face again in shame.

Instead of moving them back again, Hawks sighed lovingly and wrapped his arms around them to pull them against his chest as he cuddled her from behind again. He slowly eased his cock out of her and felt her shiver from the sensation of cum dribbling out of her cunt. He kissed her cheek again and stroked her sides with a dark glint of happiness in his golden eyes.

"I missed hearing your voice, Chickadee."

#.bnha #yandere bnha #.hawks #yandere hawks #.myshit #fem darling #tw: noncon

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chrisevansonly · 7 months

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What about a little bit of fear ending in a lot of fluff for blurb? Like Charles's son who's maybe three or four pulling away from his dad after a bad karting practice or race because he thinks his father is disappointed in him and then spilling it all to his oncle Arthur and Arthur calling his brother that he found his son and then Charles comforting his crying toddler and reassuring him that he's always proud of him and père et fils passent une bonne journée rien qu'avec eux deux ?

ohh i like this idea, okay let’s blurb it!

Charles had been rushing around the karting grounds, his eyes searching for his little boy Matteo who’d taken off as soon as he’d crashed his kart into the far wall of the track. it hadn’t been a horrible crash but Charles had no doubt his boy was a bit upset, but after searching for 30 minutes he was starting to panic.

“my love, i’m sure he’s not far, let’s just keep checking okay?”

your voice halted Charles’s movements as he let out a sigh, nodding and taking your hand

“yeah..keep checking”

while you and charles kept walking about, Matteo had been found by the youngest leclerc brother, Arthur crouching down to sit with him

“qu'est-ce qui ne va pas petit ours”

Matteo shook his head as he sniffled, looking towards his uncle Arthur

“je suis horrible, je suis nul en conduite!”

Arthur frowned, reaching to pull the young boy into his arms, Matteo hiding his face in his chest

“Teo you had a little accident, it’s okay! these things happen, your dad and I crashed at karting a lot growing up”

“y-you did?”

Arthur could feel his heart clench as the little boy looked up at him, his eyes teary and sad

“of course, that’s how we get better…you know your maman and papa are probably worried about you”

“is papa going to be mad at me?”

Arthur shook his head

“no, he loves you so much petit ours…come one let’s go find them.”

Arthur stood up with Matteo still in his arms as they walked towards the reception centre, easily spotting his brother who looked like he’d had better days

“papa!”

Charles turned quickly, seeing his son in Arthur’s arms, rushing over and taking him gently

“Matteo, tu m’as fait peur bébé”

“désolé Papa”

you made your way back to the boys, kissing Matteo’s cheek gently as you rubbed Charles’s back to comfort him as best you could

“It’s okay Teo, I’m just glad you’re okay…are you okay?”

he nodded

“oui, je ne voulais juste pas que tu sois contrarié, je me suis écrasé”

“je ne serais jamais en colère contre toi petit ours, je t'aime trop pour être jamais en colère.”

Matteo seemed happy with his father’s answer, quick to wrap his arms around his neck and holding him tightly, allowing Charles to take a deep breath before turning to Arthur

“thank you for finding him”

the younger leclerc smiled

“of course, he actually went the your old hiding spot when you’d run off for the same worries…”

hearing this you couldn’t help but smile as you looked between your husband and brother in-law, leaning your head onto Charles’s shoulder just happy to have your family all safe

“like father like son…”

#rueswrites #ruesanswers #ruesanons<3 #ruesasks #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x wife reader #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc fanfic #dad!charles leclerc #charles leclerc drabble #dad! charles leclerc #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 masterlist #formula 1 fanfiction

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ghost-party · 1 year

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After doing this for Attack on Titan characters (here and here), I figured I’d give Bleach a shot. 😁 Mostly captains and lieutenants!

Byakuya: the teacher who never smiles // always gives detailed, straightforward directions // a stickler for the rules // very literal interpretation of things, has an odd sense of humor // takes notes at every staff meeting // deep down, secretly soft

Renji: the “bad boy” teacher who’s actually a dork // his students love roasting him // started braiding his hair because some of the girls suggested it // puts a lot of energy and effort into lessons // sometimes gets too cocky

Toshiro: the young teacher // he may be new to it, but his classroom management is excellent // teaches earth science and likes hands-on activities // is used to people underestimating him // gets tricked into coaching soccer

Rangiku: the “sexy” teacher // fighting a constant battle about the faculty dress code // can be very sweet but also mercurial // puts up with NO ONE’S shit // both respects and teases Toshiro // has the most colorful, cozy classroom

Shunsui: naps in his classroom during prep periods // can’t seem to keep his desk organized, especially assignments and paperwork // always plans the staff happy hours // receives the most valentines each year // almost too laidback

Jushiro: always happy to answer questions or give extra help // is often asked about his hair care routine // keeps detailed sub plans on hand because of his poor health // firm but friendly, with a strong talent for warm encouragement

Kenpachi: one of the gym teachers // always eager for a challenge // can seem very intimidating, but he’s protective of his kids // accidentally breaks more equipment than they do // easily bored when he’s not busy

Ikkaku: tries to keep his head down and avoid responsibility // but he’s too competitive for his own good // tries and fails not to lose his temper with students // is actually a good teacher when he focuses // gets pranked a lot

Yumichika: the most fashionable teacher (Rangiku disagrees) // teaches drama class and costume design // pretends he doesn’t enjoy gossip // students never believe he and Ikkaku are friends // refuses to wear “tacky” staff t-shirts

Unohana: soft-spoken and kind // has a strange talent for silencing a room without raising her voice // always deflects personal questions // her tests are HARD // impossible to argue with // somehow both sweet and terrifying

Mayuri: teaches AP chemistry and biology // petitioning the school to let him teach a forensics class // unsettles everyone // refuses to repeat himself // has made students cry // always nitpicks at staff meetings // no work-life balance

Soi Fon: that teacher who knows the faculty and student handbooks by heart // gives more detentions than anyone else // can and will verbally eviscerate you // never grades on a curve — don’t even ask

Aizen: the pretentious teacher // he hides it well, though // makes comments that sound sincere but live rent-free in your head and make you question everything // has favorites, doesn’t hide it // thinks he’s smarter than everyone // DILF

Yamamoto: every year, people expect him to retire, but he doesn’t // often reminisces about the “old days” of education // his sense of humor is almost nonexistent // would fight a kid if he had to // but deep down, he’s a solid mentor

Shinji: always plans his outfits the night before // especially proud of his tie collection // has zero poker face, is too expressive // impatient and hates being interrupted // keeps students on their toes by switching up his lessons on the spot

Kensei: the other intimidating gym teacher // hates when kids goof off or misuse the equipment // has had to be reminded to wear shirts with sleeves // definitely uses a whistle // easily annoyed, prone to exasperated outbursts

Rose: usually seems disinterested // never turns in his lesson plans on time, would prefer to “live in the moment” // pays more attention to his guitar than his students // terrible listener // puts a lot of effort into making his classroom look pretty*

*He can never beat Rangiku, though.

#bleach #bleach headcanons #byakuya kuchiki #renji abarai #toshiro hitsugaya #rangiku matsumoto #shunsui kyoraku #jushiro ukitake #kenpachi zaraki #ikkaku madarame #yumichika ayasegawa #retsu unohana #mayuri kurotsuchi #soi fon #sosuke aizen #genryusai yamamoto #shinji hirako #kensei muguruma #rojuro otoribashi

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ravoress · 2 months

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Hot guys name is.. its...

-crying- Hes literally a soy boy

#daiz #daiz dbz #daiz crusher corps #dragon ball z: the tree of might #i wish to bare his children lmao hes perfect #dbz #dragon ball z #turles crusher corps

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sunnyside-sunset · 3 months

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qsmp egg assigned songs:

tallulah: Goodbye My Danish Sweetheart by Mitski

“and i don’t blame you

if you want to bury me in your memory

i’m not the girl i ought to be, but

maybe when you tell your friends

you can tell them what you saw in me

and not the way i am”

bobby: Mi Último Deseo by Banda Los Recoditos / Just Take My Wallet by Jack Stauber

“me la paso alegre y disfruto la vida

y así seguiré hasta mi último día

me gusta el desmadre, el ambiente me prende

yo así soy feliz, no le temo a la muerte

yo no pienso en eso, es tiempo perdido”

“your mama’s crying

your mama’s crying for you

your mama’s lying

oh, what’s she trying to do

to you?”

sunny: Sunny by Boney M.

“the dark days are gone

and the bright days are here

my sunny one shines so sincere

sunny, one so true, i love you

sunny (yeah), thank you for the sunshine bouquet (that sweet bouquet)

sunny, thank you for the love you brought my way

you gave to me your all and all

now i feel ten feet tall

sunny, one so true, i love you”

ramón: Talk to You by Ricky Montgomery

“been a pretty long time

been a really long time

sincе you saw me last

since i saw you last

wonder if wе met today

would you turn and walk away?

would you take me for a ride?

would you toss me to the side?”

dapper: you are my sunshine but specifically sung by badboyhalo

“you are my sunshine

my only sunshine

you make me happy

when skies are gray

you’ll never know, dear

how much i love you

please don’t take

my sunshine away”

leo: IT GIRL by Aliyah’s Interlude

“don't be mad at me, 'cause I'm cunt, bitch (what?)

don't be mad at me 'cause I run shit (what?)

be mad at yourself, 'cause you ain't done shit (what? what?)

talkin' all that shit is redundant

I-T G-I-R-L

you know I am that girl

shh, bitch, don't kiss and tell

it girl from ATL”

chayanne: When I Grow Up from Matilda the Musical

“when I grow up, when I grow up (when i grow up)

i will be strong enough to carry all

the heavy things you have to haul

around with you when you're a grown-up

and when i grow up, when i grow up (when i grow up)

i will be brave enough to fight the creatures

that you have to fight beneath the bed

each night to be a grown-up”

juanaflippa: What if they’re right from Bob’s Burgers

“feels like

something's wrong with me

and they know it

they took one look my way and exposed it

i'm ready to give up the fight

and just admit that they are right”

pepito: スマイリーを探して by Seranji Poji / Dubidubidu(Chipi Chipi Chapa Chapa) by Christell (pepito is this 🤏🤏 small to me)

“(Where is my friend Smiley?)

（｀Δ´）！

君の名前はきっとスマイリー

(♡˙︶˙♡)

(Mm～ Have you seen Smiley?)

(∩˃o˂∩)♡

僕が勝手につけました

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

(Where is my friend Smiley?)

♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡

探してる友達のスマイリー

。.:☆*:･'(*⌒―⌒*)))

(He-hey! Where is Smiley? His name is Smiley!)

☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆”

“si tú quieres bailar, jugar, pintar, cantar

tú puedes venir a mi casa

la idea es compartir

te vas a divertir

si quieres venir a mi casa

quiero invitar a jugar a mi casa

a todas mis amigas, y amigos

quiero saltar y bailar

y lo que tengo compartir contigo”

empanada: Escapism from Steven Universe

“i guess i have to face

that in this awful place

i shouldn't show a trace of doubt

but pulled against the grain

i feel a little pain

that i would rather do without

i’d rather be

free, free, free

i'd rather be

free, free, free

from here”

pomme: Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien by Édith Piaf

“non, rien de rien

non, je ne regrette rien

ni le bien qu'on m'a fait

ni le mal

tout ça m'est bien égal”

tilín: Mama’s Boy by Dominic Fike

“how do my plans fit in with yours? (oh)

you're such a doll and i'm a boy

where did my parents go? (oh, oh)

i’m not in italy

they like vacation homes much more than they love me”

trump: I Wait for You by Alex G

“i wanna tell my baby to pretend

that every word i say is what i really meant

and when i get my head back on all right

then we can be together for another night

and we can have those dreams like no one else

it’s just one more reason to control myself

it’s just one more reason to control yourself

it's just one more reason to control myself

it’s what i do

i wait for you

i wait for you”

richarlyson: Velha Infância by Tribalistas

“você é assim

um sonho prá mim

e quando eu não te vejo

eu penso em você

desde o amanhecer

até quando eu me deito...

eu gosto de você

e gosto de ficar com você

meu riso é tão feliz contigo

o meu melhor amigo

é o meu amor...”

hope/a1: Any Day Now by Bo Burnham

“it'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now) it'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now) it'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now) it'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now) it'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now) it'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)”

gegg: Things To Do by Alex G

“hold on tight to this time, this place

'cause everything you know will be erased

you were born inside your head

and that is where you'll be when you are dead

you are just a boy you are no man and

nobody you know will understand

you are just a boy you are no man and

nobody you know will understand”

somebody please give me suggestions for what to change i do not know what i’m doing, especially with empanada, pomme, richas, leo, and hope :(

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