#anybody who's in or around france

[mazzystah]

❝ OUT OF TIME ❞┆cl¹⁶

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : When in Singapore, it had become an annual tradition for Charles to hit you up after a race. And stupidly, you always found a way to agree. (Runway model!reader)

𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : smut warning. profanities. unprotected sex. slight size kink. ykwim by now. beware of grammatical errors!

𝐚/𝐧 : partly inspired by the music video for Out of Time, so I recommend listening to that while reading :)

re-blogs/likes are much appreciated!

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From afar, you figured you should've seen this coming.

With your limited time to look around, you woke up thinking you had the chance to spend another day exploring Marina East before you set off on your departure to France for a runway in the morning.

But with how hectic your schedule has been– going from one place to another, it has completely slipped your mind that a highly anticipated event was taking place kilometers away from you.

‘Can I see you tonight?’

You bit your lip as you glared at the notification. Despite the number being unsaved, you were already sure on who it was, doubting that it could be anybody else other than the certain Monégasque you had met from the year before.

Singapore was known to be a small place, and that could've been a huge aspect on how you met Charles that night as he celebrated a podium finish in a bar. The conversation kept going, and so did the drinks, which led to him taking you back to his hotel, hands all over you.

And as dawn approached, he was gone.

You weren't so fond of the idea of hookups, perhaps you just didn't have the time to even bother trying. Though that totally contradicts how you met Charles two years ago, and how it's been a constant happening to see him once a year ever since that very night.

The problem is, you found it impossible to not give in, as he was always the one making the offer.

“I could've worn something better..” you sighed out, your tone a bit dejected.

Charles chuckled at your comment, his arms remained on your waist as he left a trail of kisses from your neck to your shoulders.

He looked at you from top to bottom, that subtle lick of his lips giving you a hint that he didn't mind at all, considering you wore nothing but a white; silk robe─ completely unprepared for his visit.

“You’ll always impress me, chérie.” he mumbled through your skin, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, simultaneously sending a rush of heat to your cheeks.

He had always been so gentle with you, taking his lovely time to admire you. And although he hasn’t done much yet, his mere touch was more than enough for you to realize how much you missed him. Which felt odd, knowing he hadn't crossed your mind until his message reached you tonight.

A lazy smirk danced on the corner of his lips, toying with the hem of your robe. “Easy access?”

“Mhm..” You couldn’t help but chuckle as you nodded, resting your chin on his chest, jutting your bottom lip out a bit. “Do you not like it?”

Charles smiled at the question, shaking his head ‘no’ as he leaned in again, this time deepening the kiss as your hands wandered through his shoulders and biceps.

“Oh, I love it, mon chou.”

A huge piece of you wanted to refuse. That surge of hesitation wouldn’t stop ringing in your head as he touched you, in ways you thought you’d never experience again. Especially with him.

As much as you wanted to stop, you couldn’t. Not when it felt too good to even pull away.

“Ah— fuck.” you hissed, throwing your head back as you clenched around his length, earning a groan from Charles. “So big, Cha..”

“Yeah? You like that?” he uttered breathlessly, gripping on your sides, his pace not faltering as he moved from behind you. You could barely recognize what he said as you batted your eyes shut, the pleasure muffling any sound coming your way.

Only a year had passed since you last saw each other yet you swore he had gotten girthier and.. bigger, you even questioned yourself if you could take it all. And, well.. it's quite a surprise that you did.

“Mm, missed you..” he whispered in your ear, watching closely as you shuddered beneath his touch, all the while feeling his ego boost up in seeing you like this. “So, so good for me, chérie.”

“Oh god, Cha─ yes, right there!” you cried out, gripping tightly on the sheets as you could feel your orgasm building up by the second. “‘m gonna─”

“I know, baby, I know..” he soothed, placing wet kisses on your cheeks, subtly feeling his own release as well. “Tell me where you want it.”

“Inside.. please.” you managed to murmur out, pleadingly.

“Mm, want me to fill you up?” just by mere words, your vision went blank and so did your mind. He was hitting all the right spots, not missing one bit as he bucked his hips.

“Oh, fuck─ yes, please!” you shuddered, face flat on the covers as you could feel yourself releasing on his cock, tingles scattering all over your body. It wasn't long enough until Charles did the same, earning one last mewl from you as he shooted his load inside you.

Charles pulled out, not once looking away as he watched his cum leaking out your swollen cunt, seemingly proud of his own work.

He plopped down the bed, pulling you closer as you attempted to recover your breathing. He placed a chaste kiss on your head, a smile forming on his face while he looked at you.

This was his way of celebrating, exclusively while in Singapore. And you had to admit, you didn't mind having to settle for being an annual thing. Even if it meant you won't be waking up with him on your side, no goodbyes exchanged.

At least, that was Charles' original and typical plan. As impossible as it sounds, you somehow wished he stayed for a tad bit longer.

“Chérie?”

You bolted your head at the sudden call of the familiar nickname, in the midst of putting your undergarments on.

It was much more earlier in the morning, and you figured leaving before Charles could would be your initial agenda. And not even halfway through, you already failed in doing so.

“Hey, morning.” you tried to act composed, disregarding the fact that he practically destroyed you last night, hence the soreness between your thighs.

“You're leaving me already?” Charles asked, a tone of humor lace onto his voice, regardless of still being drowsy.

“Well, someone's gotta go first. And I think I've had enough of it being you all the time.” you mused, pulling your skirt up.

Charles smirked at this, having no idea if you meant it or if sarcasm was the one speaking. But nonetheless, you weren't wrong. He was always the first to leave, and you understood why, despite your chest feeling a bit heavy in the process of everything.

“I have a flight to catch. Will you be alright?” you turned to him briefly, not sure where the concern came from.

“A kiss would be nice,” he suggested shamelessly, resulting in you rolling your eyes as you adjusted the handle of your suitcase.

“Last night would've been a nice moment to ask for that.” you muttered as you moved towards the door, twisting the doorknob open.

“Will I see you again?” Charles called out.

For a moment, you stopped before turning to glance at him. He was still propped up in your hotel bed, the white covers draped over his lower half, highlighting his sculpted arms and torso as his sleepy eyes waited for your response.

The idea of leaving without saying anything bugged you, though you also didn't want him to start anticipating either.

In a swift motion, you flashed him a tight-lipped smile, before exiting the door. A small click emitted soon after, leaving Charles alone with his pondering thoughts.

Though perhaps Charles got carried away with the thinking, or he may have expected too much.

A year has passed since that night in Singapore, and he hadn't heard much from you. Aside from the pictures he'd see online, that being the only source he'd use to guess if you were doing fine.

When he was back in the area, he sent a text similar to what he sent last year. But shockingly, he got nothing back.

And he knew he couldn't even be mad at that, knowing you never gave your word to him.

Regardless of that, he couldn't help but feel.. ambushed.

“Mon dieu..” (my god) Charles sighed, his head resting on the metal surface of the elevator. His eyes looked around, stopping to look at the floor indicator as the numbers went up.

Despite being the middle of the day, Charles' head was pounding, not being able to tell if it's the nerves or just the lack of sleep.

His eyelids were fluttering as he tried to stay awake, but with the elevator coming to a stop, he couldn't resist closing them.. just for a quick moment.

He could faintly hear the sound of clicking heels, judging someone had walked in due to the sudden whiff of designer perfume brushing past his nostrils as his eyes remained closed.

Within seconds, the elevator began to move again, bringing a hint of relief to Charles─ as if he already pictured himself slumbering.

“Tough week?”

His mind was barely awake, though one word from that familiar voice immediately broke him out of his thoughts, eyes opening to look.

That perfume. His breath hitched as he took in the sight of you, looking at him while a faint of a smile adorned your pinkish lips, similar to what you flashed him two years ago; in the same building.

He could easily tell a lot had changed about you. In all good ways, he was certain.

The length of your hair was a few inches longer now, as for the shade of your lips that was more maroon when he last saw you, now replaced with a rosey-like hue.

Even after everything, Charles felt stupid as it only took him a split-second to even recognize it was you.

Absent-mindedly, Charles found himself answering bluntly as he looked away.

“I suppose so.”

You simply hummed at this, bitterly reminded again at the fact that it was you who disappeared on him. But even so, you never once let go of the thought that he would understand why you did it.

It was only a matter of time before one of you had to break it off anyway.

“I heard about the engagement.”

Your knees shook uncomfortably as Charles spoke up. His tone was light, as if he was trying to not make it seem like he didn't swallow his pride to even turn his head back towards you.

"Congratulations." He added, showing a bit of a smile as he did.

You should've guessed he knows by now, although you didn't really think he'd still care to find out after so many months. And as you heard, he was allegedly in love, no way you could think he still gave a shit.

“Thank you.” you smiled, looking his way as both your hands remained behind you.

That odd feeling in your chest was hard to ignore as you breathed out. You weren't here to apologize, nor to explain further. It just so happens that Singapore wasn't the biggest place on eart, where you can easily reach people, even the person you slept with ages ago.

Charles kept trying to steal glances at you, often side-eying your figure as his eyes couldn't stay still. He wanted to say something, talk to you, or maybe even apologize for who knows what.

But he couldn't move an inch, quickly realizing his time was out as the elevator halted and dinged.

He heard your heels clicking again as you walked out, taking it as a sign to speak.

“Will I see you again?”

You bit your lip, that familiar question he once asked being repeated again. The same question that haunted you for months.

You stopped right in between the metal doors, refraining it from shutting as you looked over your shoulder. It didn't feel right to say it, but this time, you needed to give him an answer.

“I’ve already considered you as a guest, Charles.” you say, looking deeply into his emerald hues before blink away.

“Bring a plus one, I don't mind.”

And with that, you stepped out, facing his unreadable expression one last time. Charles didn't say anything, keeping his eyes on you as his pondering began to cue once more.

Slowly, the doors began to slide close─ until your frame was finally out of sight.

A small thud sound echoed as Charles laid his head back to the metal surface, closing his eyes again. He wondered if he had never chosen to flutter his eyes open by the sound of your voice, would that have saved him from such damage?

He really couldn't tell.

He always had plenty of time to look for you, yet he chose to keep you waiting.

#⋆.˚‎ kira's ! #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc f1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc angst #cl16 x reader #cl16 fic #cl16 imagine #cl16 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #formula one #formula 1 #f1 fic #f1 #Spotify

[fairuzfan]

My understanding is that Islamist is someone who adheres to political Islam, essentially someone who doesn't separate church from state. But post October 7th it definitely feels like it's being thrown around as a slur at literally anybody and at the same time where's the term for believers in political Christianity? They just get referred to as run of the mill extremists.

I mean for example, in France, Islamist is used pretty loosely to mean basically anything. I feel like @sissa-arrows can maybe talk about this more?

But also, there are concepts and ideas within Islam that are... technically political (like for example banking rules with interest) but if I were to describe it to some people without mentioning Islam, they'd be like "Ok that makes sense as a political rule."

Plus we don't refer to caliphates as "islamist" within history, and there are a vast array of beliefs about different caliphates/empires among different muslims. So like to convey islamism as a specific ideology doesn't make much sense to me because there are billions of muslims and each one has an ideology. You would in modern terms call Saudi an islamist government... but a lot of muslims around the world would laugh at you for the implication that Saudi represents islam because their abhorration of Saudi Arabian political systems. But also, no media refers to Saudi as an islamist government despite it being, in my opinion, closer to "islamist" as defined by the west.

But this is also just a personal opinion about this, I've done no research about the use of the term "islamism" overall (beyond a wiki skim just to see what sourced they cite... they were mostly euroamericans lol) I think it would be an interesting research project tho. But again. The only people who really use islamist in media are kinda just racist.

[crybyemissamericanpie]

Hows America? - Felix Catton x Olivers sister!reader (fluff)

Hows America? - Felix Catton x Olivers sister!reader (fluff)

This is a bit shorter than i expected but whatever

TW:fluff,cursing,under the influence,oliver being a creep

“Oh!Oliver!”Olivers mothers voice rings up as she opens the door with a big smile eyeing between the tall boy and her son”Praise your alive”She continuous,with a small laugh”i didnt recognize you”She says as she hugs her son,the boy next to oliver watching this unfold,a bit confused

“happy birthday,darling”Olivers mom whispers,as she hugs oliver tightly as if he would want to run away,which he wanted to,she looks at the other boy as she loosens the hug”you must be Felix,so nice to meet you!”She says with a smile,as she holds out a hand for him,felix gives her a small smile

Pamela,Olivers mom looks at Oliver”your fathers in the garden”she smiles”his father?”Felixs furrows his eyebrows as he looks at oliver than pamela”yeah”she laughs a bit”hes been pacing around all morning,he's been so excited!”She says with a small nod,as she backs into the house”come in!come in”Pamela gestures at the boys”y/n also came home from america!she’ll be out the shower anytime”Pamela smiles at Oliver and the jogs a bit in the hallway”Jeff!”

“y/n”Felix repeats the name,as he stares at oliver like he was about to break him in half”my sister”Oliver says quietly as he stares at his shoes in shame,felix lets out a huff and walks into the house,oliver following behind him

-

“top scholar?god,hes so modest!”Felix laughs a little,playing along with olivers parents,as he looks at oliver,who was almost entirely curled up into a bowl on his seat.

Footsteps could be heard down the stairs,and oliver closed his eyes,making felix and olivers parents turn their head to “yn!your brother and his friend are here!”Pamela says,with a small.she smiles as she makes eye contact with felix,and he returns that smile”happy birthday,ollie”She speaks up,playfully, as she stares at oliver,while walking to the couch next to felixs,chair

Pamela smiles as she sees that y/n has caught felixs attention as his gaze does not leave her as she sits down on to the couch”im felix”Felixs smiles as he puts out his hand”y/n”she says as she shakes his hand,then let go and lean against the back of the couch”she just came back from new haven,where she studies in yale-”Pamela starts with a smile but get cut off”mom!”Y/n chuckles

“im sorry im just..so proud of my kiddo’s”She says,as she looks at y/n and oliver”its okay,id be proud of them too”felix says with a smile,oliver straightens up and gets up”i gotta use the bathroom”He humbles as he makes his way upstairs,too quick for anybody to react.Pamela and jeff looks at each other”well make you guys lunch alright”She say getting up from the couch and so does jeff”alright,thank you”Felix says a he straightens up in his seat and pamela and jeff leave into the kitchen

silence fills the living room between Felix and y/n,hte only sound that could be heard was them breathing,felix starts after a while”i didnt know that oli had a sister”his voice was neutral but there was a small hint of betrayal about his friend lying about everything as he speaks ,his voice made y/n catch her attention,she chuckles a bit”2 sisters actually”she corrects him,a small smile lingering on her lips.Felix's eyebrows raise”oh!where is the other one?”he asks”she is in france with her husband and kids”She replies,her eyes traveling along felixs face,a bit”thats cool…”felix says a bit lost at words,he usually doesnt feel this awkward around others,and silence fills the two of them again

this time y/n was the one breaking the silence”oli is a bit of a liar”she humbles under her breath as she crosses her leg over the other,felix chuckles”yeah,he is one”they didnt need to speak more about it,y/n knew that oliver lied about his past or whatever to felix,she knows her brother well”how's america?”

-

They decided to stay for dinner too,talking the whole afternoon about whatever,olivers parents exposing olivers lies every 5 minutes.Oliver definitely went to the toilet 15 times just that dinner,felix wanted to leave but he found y/n interesting,and honestly,really fucking attractive,maybe it was the too much wine that felix drank but he aint leaving under he gets what he wants 

“this is my teen bedroom”y/n says as she closes the door behind felix”wow”felix chukles out as he stares at the britney spears posters all over the walls”its not that funny,shes a queen” she fights back as she goes into the middle of the room,the half broken lamp,barely working

“well you did treat her like on,youve always been in the american media,you american girl"Felix snarks out gigglyas she stands infront of y/n,his eyes scanning her face as if he would need to memorize every little detail of her face or hell die"oh shut up"she humblesrolling her eyes.

Felixs eyes snap to the pink bikini on the desk behind her,and she follows her eyes and look behind herself“i was kind of a slut”she chuckles out,making felixs gaze fall back on to her

“are you still are?..”felixs asks a bit playfully,as he furrowed his eyebrows at her”not really” she replies,folding her arms over one another,as he looks up at felix”so..are you like engaged?” Felix ask shaking his head a bit”no...no god no”she chuckles out and so does felix

“so your single”Felix asks making sure first”yeah”she replies maybe a bit too quickly”so this okay?”Felix puts a hand on her waist and as she doesnt pull away he leans in and kisses her,their lips melting together as 2 puzzle pieces,y/n’s hand makes her way to his hair,grabbing softly his hair,as he licks the bottom of her lips,asking for entry and she lets him

their bodies pressed together as felixs hands hungrily travel across y/ns body,their tongues dancing together,soft whimpers leaving her mouth- until there was a loud door squeaking behind felix,making them break away from the kiss

“what the fuck dude!”Y/n steps away from felix,as she stares at Oliver in the open door

#i want felix catton so bad #felix catton x reader #felix catton x fem!reader #felix catton x reader fluff #felix catton x yn #felix catton x fem!yn #felix catton oneshot #felix catton fluff #saltburn fanfic #saltburn fluff #saltburn spoiler #olivers sister #quick family #felix catton x olivers sister!reader

[doublerainbow-if]

Double Rainbow

Double Rainbow is a romantic coming of age interactive fiction set in the city of Paris, France. The story follows you settling down after traveling around the world looking for your soulmate for years.

Rating 18+

Content Warnings: Abusive childhood, toxic relationships, and forced intimacy/love

Your folks weren't the picture-perfect image of a soulmate couple growing up. The bitterness and resentment staining what should have been a pure bond. At least that's what you were taught growing up. You wanted to believe in that idea of true love, a relationship that will complete you. That is what anybody needs in this world, though that's another you were told growing up.

Then it happened, it finally happened. A fleeting encounter on a highschool trip to the Big Apple. A mere brush of skin and suddenly your world was exploding in color. However your vision bleed back to monochrome just as fast. It was fleeting but that colorful vision and feeling wholeness will always stay with you. It was the driving force behind dropping everything after high school and taking off to New York. You had to find them.

It has been years now. Far longer than you were expected with how hard you tried to find them. Traveling all over the world to find that special someone, to see in color once again. You had wanted to give up so badly but you can't. This was suppose to be everybody's destiny, your happily ever after. Right?

Though maybe you can stop. Just for a while. Rest and savor life. That's what Lee always say to you since they joined you on your journey. You have a lifetime to find them, why not live your life too? Which lands you on the doorstep of one Mx. Jean Connoly, one of the most prolific art curators in Paris.

Play as male, female, or non-binary along with transgender choices

Interact with eight different characters, each unique in their own ways in this world of soulmates

Customized your appearance, personality, and special interests as you finally settled in for the first time since high school

Figured what kind of artist you are in Paris, France; a painter, scluptor, photographer, and many more

Navigate your way in this world where soulmates are the pinnacle in society while navigating the dark side behind the modern romancization

Connect with different characters who may or may not be your soulmate. You'll never know until you take that leap. But do you want that soulmate? Will you throw away your life's dream for somebody that wasn't predestined? You'll decided.

Myrtus/Mrytle "Elias/Eliza" Kouris-Henderson

26|Male/Female|Greek American|Rejected

Your old childhood friend that moved away in your freshman year. They were your safe haven growing up, keeping you away from the abusive environment in your home and being your best friend. Sometimes you wished that they were your soulmate but they found theirs abroad and like that they were gone. Now they're back in your life, a chance encounter when you arrived in Paris. But they seemed different, more sullen and moody than you remembered. The flower tattoos growing on their arms though tore your heart open. Their soulmate rejected them.

Tropes: Childhood Friends, First Love, Slow Burn, and Reunion

Leandro/Leandra "Lee" Hale

27|Male/Female|Brazilian|Unclaimed

Your best friend you made in New York City who joined you on your journey. You met them within your first week of being in the Big Apple and they were so enthralled by your quest that they had to join you. You never ask them if they also did it to find their own soulmate but they seem pretty happy just traveling around with you. They always kept grounded when you gotten close to giving up or going off the deep end. You couldn't ask for a better friend. But sometimes you see a spark of something unfamiliar in their eyes, what is it?

Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Secret Pining, Partners in Crime, and Angst

Brendan/Brenda "Bree/Bren" Ferrell

26|Male/Female|Irish American|Unclaimed

The cousin of your boss Jean Conolly who seems to follow you around like a puppy. They have very demure personality quite unlike their cousin but their smile is a sight to behold when you can see it. You don't why they taken such a liking to you but they are such a sweet and kind person. They're one of the first friends you made in the city and you wouldn't give them up for the world. They do freelancing as a book illustrator for publishers who you always see sketching in their notebook during your weekly hangouts. You wonder if they sketch you too?

Tropes: Puppy Love, Flustered/Obvilious, They Love You First, and Workplace Romance

Jean/Jeanne Conolly

30|Male/Female|African French Irish|Rejected

Your new boss since you decided to settled down in Paris. They have such an expressive and free attitude that reminds you a bit of Lee. But what drew you in was their dedication to their craft. Just that passion for art and displaying amazing creations, it's just awe inspiring. Especially since they saw you, a vagabond who showed up on their doorstep looking for work, and quickly took you under their wing. But the flower tattoos shouldn't be on them. Who would reject such an amazing person?

Tropes: Boss/Employee Romance, Best Friend's Brother, Forbidden Romance, and Second Chance at Love

Vincent/Vincenta Voog

28|Male/Female|Vietnamese French|Rejected

Your coworker who has branded you as their rival since you started at the gallery. Their burning focus and passion for their art is only matched by their utter arrogance and contempt for you. You don't know why they hate you for so much expect for their contast efforts to have Jean focus only on them. But there is something that slips through their haughty mask. The deep loneliness flashing in their eyes when a comment unexpectantly cut deep and quick sadness when they see the black marks that stain their hands.

Tropes: Rivals to Lovers, Angst, Miscommunication, and Against Destiny

Collin/Colette "Cole/Coco" Woods

28|Male/Female|Canadian|Unclaimed

Your coworker who has taken to being a thorn in your side. The best friend of V, they made it their mission to make you the new target of their jokes and pranks. A lazy person who somehow manages to create amazing marketing campaigns, they're confuse you so much. Heavily charismatic and charming, they can draw to customers to them like flies to honey and sell snake oil without a sweat. But the soft smile at the end of the work day and their relaxing atmosphere make you almost forget their childish antics. Almost.

Tropes: Work Romance, Bad Boy/Girl, Friends with Benefits, and Slow Burn

Avery Suman Ragda Remington

35|Male/Female|British Indian|Unclaimed

Your companion when you eat lunch at the cafe near the gallery. You noticed them out of the corner of your eye as you pick up your lunch every day at the cafe until you bumped into each other quite literally. Their easy going but mature attitude and friendly smile on their face as they caught you before you fall, it was perfect balm for such a hectic day you had. After that day, they became your lunch buddy. Talking about anything and everyhting and just letting yourself relax as they had such a calm prescence to them. You don't know however that they're the benefactor for the studio you work at.

Tropes: Billionaire Romance, Secret Indentity, Meet Cute, and Age Gap

Kahula Lennon 'Aukai

25|Male/Female|Hawiian|Rejected

The hottest musician in the underground scene. They have a magnetic and intense personality that can draw anybody to them including you after one of their concerts. It was just one time thing that only happen because the two of you crossed paths that night and quickly moved on. But they popped up in Paris for a break from their tour and lasered in on you. Could you take chance with one who has dozens before and after you? Even one who rejected their soulmate in order to become the star they are today?

Tropes: Starstruck, Playboy/Playgirl, One Night [You get to decide what happened that night], and Forbidden Love

#Double Rainbow- IF #interactive game #twine game #choicescript #cyoa #no demo #in process

[steddieasitgoes]

written for @eddiemonth Day 16 Prompt: Library & Curious a/n: This one might be my favorite one I've written yet! It's set at the start of season 2! read on ao3 | link to my ao3 Edde Month series

Eddie’s well aware there are a lot of stupid classes that Hawkins High requires its student body to take. Algebra (there’s no reason for the alphabet and numbers to mix, except in very rare cases, like D20 type cases), Physics (what more do they need to know beyond what goes up, must come down), French (as if anyone from Bumfuck, Indiana could afford to go to France — okay maybe some can, but Eddie’s certainly not one of them that’s for damn sure), goddamn Physical Education (only way he’s running is if someone is chasing him, thank you very much). But the stupidest class of all has to be Study Hall.

An entire class dedicated to doing work for other classes? What kind of idiot dreamed this one up? Instead of letting them out an hour early, some guy, probably in a suit because all bad ideas come from guys in suits, decided to hold them hostage to do more work. It’s ridiculous. Not to mention, it’s one of the few times, outside of lunch, that the grades get to mingle with each other. Sure, lots of studying goes on in between freshmen drooling over seniors and sophomores paying juniors for last year’s test answers.

The only time Eddie actually liked study hall was during his sophomore year when he had it first period and could do all the homework he neglected to do the night before. It’s the only time it actually made sense. And the only time, thus far in his high school career, that Eddie actually turned in more assignments than not.

But now, he’s a senior stuck with study hall as his last class of the day, and he wants to die. Okay, maybe not die die. But die in the sense that he’d rather risk bodily harm escaping the hellscape that is the Hawkins library during 6th-period study hall than sit here. His freedom is so close — nothing but a few windows and a brick wall separating him from the brisk late-October air. Eddie can’t risk it, though. He’s already reached his detention quote for the semester, and if he wants to keep using the drama room for Hellfire meetings, he has to sit in this damn library seat and at least pretend to get some work done.

Which, honestly, isn’t the worst thing in the world. At least it gives him time to work on his latest Hellfire campaign without the prying eyes of Jeff and Gareth or the unnecessary questions from Freak. Sure, he’s supposed to be working on an essay for English Lit, but he doesn’t think Ms. Washington is going to appreciate his take on Frankenstein, so he’ll worry about coming up with a dumbed-down idea another day.

Besides, even focusing on his new campaign is hard enough with the idle chatter going on that the librarian is either pretending not to hear or is too tired of shushing them for.

It’s the usual sort of study hall gossip. Who’s screwing who. What teacher is going to pull a pop quiz tomorrow and become the biggest asshole at Hawkins High. The occasional nervous whispers of the geeks actually studying.

It’s all mindless chatter that drifts into the background when the topic of Tina’s Halloween Bash comes up. That’s the real gossip of the night. Who got the keg, and what other alcohol is being provided? Who is going to be the best dressed? What couple is going to get caught screwing in Tina’s parent’s bed? Are there going to be any good fights or breakups?

Eddie rolls his eyes. Jesus H. Christ, can’t anybody be original around here?

Unfortunately for Eddie, there’s no escaping Tina’s Halloween Bash since he’s been summoned to provide some extra party favors, as the “cool” kids like to call them. Eddie, never one to back down from being a thorn in a “cool” kid’s side, always responds with the same spiel: “Drugs. What you want is drugs, right? Or should I go raid Melvald’s for you?”

Whatever. Money is money, and Eddie can take all the money he can get his grubby hands on if he wants to get out of this shit-hole town when he graduates in June.

Glancing at his watch, he tips his head back in a silent groan of annoyance. Only ten minutes have passed since he slunk into the uncomfortable library seat. Christ, why does time move so slow, sometimes? Eddie tries to focus on his Hellfire notes in front of him, and he’s successful for all of thirty seconds before something catches his attention in the corner of his eye.

Nancy Wheeler and the former Hawkins High King, Steve Harrington, are whispering to each other by the pencil sharpener. He rolls his eyes. Of course, no one else in the library is paying them any mind. And why would they? Harrington fell from grace last year, and Wheeler isn’t exactly the “look at me” type. Still, Eddie finds them morbidly interesting in a way he finds all the tragic heterosexual couples in this stupid small town interesting.

Before Eddie has a chance to fall deeper into his cynical outlook on this stupid Hawkins High couple, Wheeler starts tugging Harrington toward the private study room in the back of the library. It’s a move that shocks Eddie to his core. Don’t get him wrong, he’s heard all bout Harrington’s little trysts in that very room over the years (thank you gossip mill for the very cheap porn), but he never would have assumed Wheeler would be the one tugging him toward it.

It’s that detour from who she’s supposed to be that has Eddie peeling himself off his chair.  At least, that’s what he tells himself as he saunters toward the stack of books in the back of the library closest to the private room. If he hears moaning or anything remotely sounding like they’re hooking up, he promises himself he’ll leave. He’s a freak in many ways, but a creep, he is not.

Glancing over his shoulder, Eddie can see the two of them in the small room. They’re close but not close enough to be doing anything beyond talking. From the look on her face, doing anything of that sort isn’t even on her mind.

Interesting.

Eddie creeps closer.

“Barbara. It’s like nobody cares. Except her parents. And now they’re selling their house.”

“Nance—“

Wheeler rants about something, but he misses most of it. Only catching the very end.

“It’s destroying them.”

No shit, Eddie thinks with another dramatic eye roll. Of course, losing their only daughter is destroying them. The Hollands are one of the few families around here that actually have a heart. At least they did before Barbara tore it from them by running away. Or so the story goes. Eddie’s always been a bit suspicious of Holland’s disappearance. He knows the runaway type, and a straight-A girl, with a well-off family who loves them like Holland had doesn’t fit the bill.

“I know. Okay? I get it,” Harrington says, glancing away from Wheeler to peer out the window. Eddie grabs the first book on the shelf and buries his face in it. It must fool Steve because he starts talking again. “But listen, there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“Yeah, we could tell them the truth.”

“This isn’t some game, Nance. If they found out that we told any…” He trails off again, and Eddie reaches for another book.

Eyes peering over the pages, Eddie watches as he shuts the blinds before presumably returning to Wheeler. With the blinds shut and their voices even lower, he can no longer hear what they’re talking about. Which is a damn shame because Eddie’s never been more curious about what the disgraced King was about to say than right now. 

+ + +

“M’telling you guys. It was weird,” Eddie says through a mouthful of Doritos.

They’re hanging out in Gareth’s garage. Jeff sits in the old recliner while Gareth stays perched behind his drum kit. Freak is running late, as usual, though Eddie’s not too pressed about it today. Too distracted filling the boys in on what he overheard in the library.

“I don’t know man; it sounds like she was just concerned about her best friend,” Gareth says, lightly tapping his drumsticks on his snare.

“Yeah, those two were inseparable, remember.”

“All the more reason why it’s weird she’s been mopping around lately. Obviously, she knows where Holland is. Or what happened to her.”

“Not this again,” Jeff groans, sinking further into the recliner.

“Yes, this again,” Eddie retorts, throwing Jeff an intense glare. “This town is weird as shit. If the Byers kid can come back from the dead—“

“I thought they proved it wasn’t actually Byers they found in the quarry,” The Freak says, finally joining them in the garage. 

“They did, but Eddie still thinks—“

“Shut up!” Eddie shouts, taking a moment to throw a Dorito at all of their heads. “Let me level with you for a second, okay? Yeah, sure, they said that kid wasn’t Byers, but they never said whose kid it was, which is weird. And then right after that, they “find” Holland’s car? It’s too coincidental, man. You know a story isn’t right when it’s too easy.”

“This isn’t one of our campaigns,” Gareth sighs. “Sometimes things really are just accidental coincidences.”

Eddie shakes his head, running his Dorito-stained fingers over his face. “Nah, man, m’not buying it this time. Harrington and Wheeler know what really happened to Holland. And I think they’re responsible for it.”

“So, what?” Jeff asks, leaning forward so his elbows rest on his knees. “You think they made her disappear or something.”

“Maybe Harrington got Holland knocked up, and his family gave her money to leave.”

“See!” Eddie shouts, slapping his hands together as he jumps on the balls of his feet. “Freak gets it! That’s the kind of thing I’m talking about.”

“Okay, but if Harrington knocked Wheeler’s best friend up, why would she still be dating him?” Jeff asks.

“And why would they both be hiding her from her parents?” Gareth adds.

Okay, so maybe these are valid questions, but Eddie doesn’t appreciate the doubts they’re throwing at him. “I don’t appreciate you doubting me,” he says plainly. “You’ll see. M’gonna figure this out.”

“Right, just like you figured out that Ms. O’Donnell was actually failing you for a reason and not because she had some vendetta against Wayne for not dating her.”

“Hey. That was a good theory, okay. One I still think is true, by the way.” Turning his back on the boys, Eddie crosses the room and tosses the empty bag of Doritos into the trash bin before heading towards his badly parked van.

“I thought we were practicing!” Gareth shouts after him.

“Just let him go,” Jeff sighs. “He’s impossible to work with when he’s in conspiracy theory mode.”

Eddie flips Jeff off, climbing into the van. “I’ll see you boys tomorrow.”

+ + +

Eddie’s been at Tina’s party for an entire hour and a half, and there’s still no sign of Harrington or Wheeler. Not that he’s actively searching them out, of course. He’s just had some downtime in between upselling Hagan for the world’s shittiest pot he could get his hands on, and explaining to some cheerleader how Special K hits differently if you snort it. Plus, his supply ran out about ten minutes ago, so he’s just buying time before someone notices him lingering and kicks his ass to the curb.

He’s about to save himself and whatever jock gets thrown his way the trouble, when he spots Harrington and Wheeler arguing by the punch bowl. He’s too far away to hear what they’re saying, but he has a sneaking suspicion it has less to do with the conversation he heard in the library and more to do with Wheeler’s drunken state. Case in point: the red liquid she just spilled all over her blouse.

Chasing after her, Harrington cuts through the crowd and makes his way toward one of the bathrooms. Eddie waits a minute before following them down the crowded hallway. Thankfully, no one is in line for this bathroom — still too early in the night for the alcohol to have hit their bladders — so he’s first in the unofficial bathroom line. Leaning casually against the wall, Eddie angles his ear closer to the door so he can hear inside.

It takes a minute for his ears to tune out the music and nonsense chatter, but when they do, he can clearly hear Wheeler slurring her words.

“You’re pretending like everything’s okay. You know, like we didn’t… like we didn’t kill Barb.”

Eddie’s never experienced shock before, at least, he doesn’t think he has; the early days of his life are a little hazy around the edges, but that’s the only word he thinks fits what he’s experiencing right now. Part of him wants to shove his ear closer to the door to continue listing, while the other part of him wants to run for the hills, screaming in victory. And if he’s straight with himself, maybe screaming in fear a little, too. Harrington and Wheeler murderers? Who knew?

He knew, that’s who!

He knew there was something shady going on between those two.

Pressing his ear closer, he can hear Wheeler slurring more words, though he’s not exactly sure what she’s saying. Honestly, he doesn’t really care what she’s saying. He’s listening for Harrington’s response right now. What does the mighty King have to say about the bomb she’s just dropped?

“This is bullshit,” she slurs.

“Like we’re in love?” Steve asks.

Huh, clearly, Eddie missed a step or two in his shocked state.  He’s not exactly sure how the conversation strayed from them killing Holland to their, clearly, toxic relationship, but the fact it did is all the proof Eddie needs. If they didn’t kill her, Harrington would have been vehemently denying her claim. And yet, he sounds like a kicked puppy dog right now because she doesn’t love him.

Join the club, Harrington.

The doorknob starts to jiggle, and Eddie bolts. It’s not that he’s afraid about coming face-to-face with the two who apparently killed Holland. It’s just that, well, he needs a minute to think about the information he’s just learned.

+ + +

With Gareth and Freak both busy supervising their siblings around Hawkins and Jeff on candy duty for his family’s house, Eddie has no one to share the good bad news with. RIP Holland and all that, but he’s sitting on some serious dirt right now.

The good part of Eddie’s brain knows he should head straight for the police station. Pull good ole’ Chief Hopper aside and gloat about how he did his job for him. But Eddie’s spent enough time at the stuffy station to know no one is going to believe him especially not against Harrington and Wheeler. He’d have better luck marching in there and turning himself in for her murder. Not that he’s going to do that.

He supposes he could tell Wayne about it, but he doesn’t need to be dragging his uncle into any more of his messes. And since Eddie has no proof beyond overhearing a drunken confession, a mess it’ll surely turn into.

So, he opts for the third option and heads out to Skull Rock to do some thinking.

Maybe Freak is right, and it was some sort of jealous rage brought on by a Holland-Harrington pregnancy. Or maybe Holland saw something she shouldn’t have; the possibilities are endless, and Eddie’s imagination is limitless.

Eventually, he circles back to what he’s supposed to do with this information. Should he turn them in? Maybe not Wheeler; she seems like she’s experienced enough guilt as it and the girl has a bright future or whatever it is the teachers are always talking about. Harrington, though? Harrington, he should turn in, right? I mean, he didn’t even seem phased when Wheeler brought up the murder. Eddie’s watched enough horror movies to know that’s psychopath behavior right there. Besides, it would be nice to see the King behind bars. But then again, he hasn’t been the King in a while. And Harrington’s never really done anything to Eddie beyond standing idle while Hagan threw slurs at him. But he’s not hanging out with Hagan anymore, so maybe he should cut him some slack.

Though they did murder someone.

Jesus H. Christ.

Maybe this is why they say curiosity killed the cat — Eddie’s head is throbbing. He’s about to take another hit from his joint when he hears leaves crunching in the distance.

Shit.

Someone’s coming.

Snubbing out his joint against the rock, Eddie tries his best to make it seem like he’s just here, escaping the busy Halloween night. Which, like, he definitely is, but he can’t be too safe. Especially not when there are two teenage murderers on the loose.

“She thinks m’bullshit? She’s bullshit! Bullshit.”

The voice is unmistakable.

Jesus H. Christ could tonight get any weirder.

Eddie’s only escape is to run deeper into the forest, and he’s not about to do that so he makes himself comfortable on top of Skull Rock like a fucking sitting duck. Searching the pockets of his vest, he yanks out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. Neither of which he was looking for. Of course, he left his pocket knife in his van. Stupid. So stupid!

There’s a moment of silence before Harrington emerges from the clearing. The moon is bright above them, making Steve’s tear-stained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes glow in the otherwise dark forest.

Maybe he is feeling guilty after all.

“Ah, fuck,” Harrington groans, stumbling to the ground.

Eddie watches as he rolls around for a moment, struggling to find his footing. If Eddie were a mean person, he might let Harrington suffer. But something about his behavior reminds him of a wounded animal, and Eddie’s always had a soft spot for bruised and broken things.

“Shit, Harrington, you okay?” Eddie asks, jumping down.

Eddie’s boots crunch against the leaves, startling Harrington. He manages to pull himself into a seated position and brandishes a near empty beer bottle in Eddie’s direction. “Stay back!”

“Woah, man,” Eddie yelps, hands raised in surrender in front of him. “Don’t kill me.”

“Oh, s’you,” Steve says, slumping against the tree behind him. He tosses the beer bottle aside and runs both his hands over his face. “Jesus. Why does everyone think I would kill s-someone?”

“Uh,” Eddie stutters, glancing around. Now’s his chance to make a break for it. Put those hours of physical education to good use and sprint to the van before Harrington has a chance to make him his next victim. But there’s something in Steve’s sad eyes and dejected voice that makes Eddie stay. “‘Cause you have killed someone before?”

“Man, what the hell are you talking about?” Harrington snaps, fumbling to get out of his jacket. “I’ve n-never killed anyone.”

“So, you didn’t kill Barbara Holland, then?”

“No! Jesus, ‘course not. Barb was… Barb was nice. She was good. Like Nance. Better than Nance, maybe. I don’t know,” Harrington whines, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Barb she’s… yeah, man, she’s dead. But I didn’t have anything to do with that. N-not in the way you think I did, at least.”

Harrington’s not making a lot of sense, which only spurs Eddie’s curiosity on more. Closing the distance between them, Eddie hops to a squat in front of him. “But you did have something to do with what happened to her?”

“Shit, man,” Harrington groans, words slurring more more. “S’complicated, okay. I can’t talk about it with you or her parents or anyone. Or else they’ll come for me or Nance or our families and then we’ll all be toast like Barb. And that… that thing that came out of the Byers’ wall.”

Complicated? Jesus H. Christ, Eddie’s never heard anything more complicated than the jumble of words that just left Harrington’s mouth. He can feel his heart racing in his chest, the realization that they’re alone in the woods talking about something someone doesn’t want Harrington talking about.

“What?” Eddie says more to himself than to Steve. “Harrington, what thing in the Byers wall? You’re not making any sense!”

“The thing. You know, the… the,” Steve hiccups. “The thing we can’t talk ‘bout, else they’ll come for us next.”

Someone will come for him and his family if he reveals what happened to Barb? And the thing in the Byers wall? He wants to ask who would come. What would happen? Is he being blackmailed? There are so many questions dancing on the tip of his tongue, but none of them win the war.

“Harrington, man,” Eddie says, shaking his head. “Are you in trouble? Do you, like, need help or something?”

Finally, freeing himself from his jacket, Harrington lifts his head and looks up. There’s a moment where Eddie’s life flashes before his eyes, but then the sad replay of his life is interrupted by Harrington’s hand on his cheek. A dopey-looking grin on his face as he squints up at Eddie.

“You have pretty eyes, M-m-munson. Anyone ever tell you that?” Steve slurs before promptly passing out against the tree.

What the hell has Eddie gotten himself into?

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❣️! Unpredictable!❣️

Pairing : Max verstappen X Cherrie!

Word count : 6.2k

Summary: in which Cherrie is a unpredictable chaotic mess and max stresses over her like a mother hen.

Max could say with a hundred percent of his heart and soul that he loved Cherrie more than life itself. It was the kind of love that made him dizzy . The Kind of love where if anything were to ever happen to her, he would kill whoever had done it and then bring them back to life just so he could kill them again.

She was his life. His lover , but most importantly she was his best friend.

Ever since they were teenagers and met at go karting, the two of them had stuck side by side and bonded immediately, it was hard to tear the two away from each other's side after that.

And max has grew up beside her, watching his best friend become more and more beautiful with each year that passed. His once platonic and innocent feelings turning anything but.

He had watched her go on a date once when they were both eighteen years old , filled with nothing but anger and jealously when she told him that she might give the guy a second date too.

That was the last date that she ever went on with anybody but him.

He had told her, more like demanded her , not to do it again. She hadn't looked surprised at his shouting , merely smugly smirking at him and asking him if he wanted to be her boyfriend instead .

He did. He told her so and that was it.

They had been together ever since and there was not one day that went by that max ever doubted his love for her.

But the only thing that really got to him was how much the love of his life enjoyed giving him mini heart attacks with her sudden announcements and abrupt ideas.

He had always known that Cherrie was a crazy adrenaline junky . He was too. It was something that they bonded over but Cherrie ... Cherrie liked to push it to the limit all the while doing it casually as though she didn't make his heart fall out of his ass each time.

Because when you loved someone, you worried about them , constantly . But his girlfriend actually gave him reasons to worry and stress and max was almost certain that she was going to give him grey hair within the next year.

Exhibit A: This morning.

They were at a airfield with some of the other drivers , having been invited to check out all of the different old planes and to see how it all worked out.

Max thought it was interesting and was enjoying checking out the exterior of a old army plane when he suddenly felt like it was too silent around him.

The sound of his girlfriends usual chatter and her loud opinions no longer meeting his ears like they usually did .

Immediately he was alarmed. It was too quite , Cherrie was someone That you heard before you seen.

She was an absolute loudmouth so silence …was not a good sign.

Snapping his head around him as he tried to spot where she had gone to , frowning when he couldn't see her by him anymore .

He looked over at lando and charles who were a little further down being shown a military helicopter , he walked over to them quickly .

Worry written across his face "where's Cherrie gone? I turned around and she's disappeared again!" He said to them a little bit annoyed by her sudden vanishing act.

This not being the first time that she had just gotten some ideas of her own and buggered off , leaving him on his own without even telling him.

Because apparently Cherrie thought that he was psychic and that he would automatically know where she had gone.

Like that time in france when they had been looking around a museum with their friends when he turned around and noticed that she was no longer there.

He had spent hours panicking and looking around France for his missing girlfriend , having been on the urge of calling the police for possible kidnapping when he had started to be tagged in photos on all of his socials.

He had opened his phone just to see multiple pictures of Cherrie at Disneyland on her own, happily walking around with Mickey Mouse ears on her head as she has the time of her life without him.

Max couldn't believe it. Apparently she had gotten bored of looking at paintings and decided to ditch him for Disneyland . Without even telling him!

At the time max has been furious with her. Picking her up from Disneyland with a scowl on his face as he scolded her like a pissed off parent that couldn't control their unruly child.

But the more time she did things like that, the more he had gotten used to it. Because it was such a Cherrie thing to do.

But he loved her. So the worry and panic never left him no matter how many times she did some insane shit . It always put him on edge .

So her going missing at a air base? Yeah , that was more than enough reason for him to worry.

Lando looked over at him in confusion , having thought that he already knew.

So he casually told him "oh . she's gone to jump out of a plane."

Max's reaction was instant . Gasping loudly as his eyes widened in shock.

"What? My girlfriend is jumping out of a plane and nobody thought to tell me?!" He shouted in disbelief , immediately turning to the man that had been showing them around .

"Can you take me to her please? I can't believe this!" He exclaimed , Getting More worried as he followed the man over to the part of the base where they apparently did skydiving sessions for guests .

Groaning to himself , wishing that he had known that they did something like that before he agreed to come. Because if he had known, he would not have allowed Cherrie to tag along.

Not his crazy girlfriend who wasn't afraid of anything and had no problem with throwing herself out of a plane .

In fact she enjoyed doing anything that she could possibly die doing.

Because she was clearly bat shit insane.

"God. Please tell me that she hasn't gone up there yet? I don't want her jumping from a plane .." he whined stressfully as he looked around him, hoping that she would pop out and tell him that she was just kidding and that she wasn't going to jump out of a plane.

Unfortunately for him and his poor heart , the man just shook his head with a smile . Nodding up to the sky above them casually .

"Sorry son, she's already up there . About to jump any minute I think .." he informed him.

Max looked up to the sky, heart pounding in his chest as he spotted a plane so high up he could barely fucking see it.

Seeing Charles and lando come up to him from the corner of his eye, both of them excited as they gasped and squinted up to the sky trying to see her.

Lando pulling out his phone to film her, grinning as he said to him. "Let's hope she remembers to pull her parachute."

Max death glared at him , going even Paler at the thought .

"Shut the fuck up. Oh my god!" He gasped as he looked up and suddenly saw a dot jump from the plane .

Squeezing his eyes shut as his heart dropped down to his stomach , shaking his head fearfully.

"I can't watch! Fuck! Oh my god!" He could only repeat feeling genuinely sick at the thought of it all going wrong and something happening to the love of his life .

He felt someone pat his shoulder comfortingly while lando just laughed and whooped loudly at her.

"Yeah Cherrie! You're flying!" He yelled out happily , still filming her as she began to get closer to the field now , her parachute making it an easy ride down.

Max warily opened his eyes again and sighed in relief when he saw Cherrie safely on the ground again, a ecstatic grin on her face as she babbled on about how amazing that was .

"I wanna do it again!" She shouted gleefully as the man helped untie her , grinning over at her friends happily.

Max immediately shook his head, glaring at her as he stomped over to her quickly , the panic slowly leaving his body now that she was in reachable distance again.

"Absolutely not! Cherrie! What is wrong with you?!" He exclaimed to her.

Pulling her into his arms and squeezing her tight , Cherrie just giggling as she hugged him back just as tightly.

"We came here to look at the planes ... not jump out of them! Five minutes. I don't look behind me and you disappear! Do you enjoy giving me a heart attack Cherrie?!" He ranted to her , pulling away to smack the back of her head . Shaking his head at her scoldingly .

Cherrie just grinned and leant up to give him a kiss, max sighing against her lips knowing that there would be no changing her ways.

"Sorry baby. I just got bored . I was thinking that we could jump out of the -"

Max cut her off before she could start suggesting they jump out of anything else .

"No more jumping out of anything today. Or any day for that matter. Just no!" He snapped at her . Steering her away from the field before she could get anymore ideas.

"I would like you to live a long and healthy life Cherrie. How can that happen if you keep doing things like this when I turn my back?!" He continued to lecture her, wrapping his arm around her waist and keeping her close to his side so she couldn't run off on him again.

Cherrie paid his scolding no mind, used to his worry. Instead she just meant her head against his arm and smiled , kissing his shoulder gently.

"I love you." She simply told him with a smile ,

Max just sighed exasperatedly , giving up. "You're so lucky that I love you as well Cherrie. Because you're going to make me go bald. And that is not a good look for me." He replied , leaning down to give her another kiss. Just thankful that she had her feet on the ground again.

Exhibit B : the day at the fair.

Cherrie had dragged them all along to a fair taking place the day before their big race. The rest of the drivers happily tagging along as she excitedly pulled them over to do games and rides with her like an overgrown child.

She had been on the teacup ride with lando while max talked to Charles about the race tomorrow, both of them discussing how they felt about the new track as they leant against the barricade them separated them from the field where the monster truck show was taking place.

"Do you think you could drive one of those? They're even bigger Up close!" Max heard Lando exclaim as the drivers gathered around ready to watch the show.

Charles shook his head with a grimace "I don't think so. I'd probably tip the whole truck over. Never mind crush cars and jump over them like that. Look at the size of the wheels! They're like- the size of a house!" He dramatically said as they watched the massive green monster-truck slowly come out onto the field.

Max hummed in agreement , nodding his head. "I agree. I'm glad that I'm not the one driving it." He laughed before glancing over at lando, expecting to see Cherrie beside him .

The two having been going from stall to stall and ride to ride together .

Only lando was on his own and Cherrie was no where to be seen.

Max straightened up in immediate worry, frowning over at him in confusion as the speakers loudly announced that the monster stuck was going to crush a line of cars and jump over them too. The crowd yelling in excitement around them as the monster truck revved it's loud engine.

"Lando! Where the hell is Cherrie? I thought she was with you?" He called over to him worriedly , glancing around the crowd to see if he could spot her pretty face .

Lando just looked at him strangely , just as confused as he was . "Huh? She just told me that she had something to do and that we'd see her soon." He relayed what she had said to him .

Max frowned "see her soon? What the hell-"

He couldn't even finish his sentence before he heard the other drivers gasp loudly , Charles's voice the loudest as he exclaimed in shock.

"Is that Cherrie?!" Pointing towards the driver in tbe monster truck .

All of them watching as she reversed the truck and then sped towards the cars , flying over them and making everybody gasp as the massive truck wobbled side from side on the enormous wheels.

Looking like it was going to tip over only for it to spin around and head back to the cars, this time crushing them as the truck rolled over them. The crowd clapping and screaming in excitement.

Max could only Gape at the familiar helmet covered head driving the monster truck casually , his mouth dropping open in shock.

"Oh my god. Why is my girlfriend driving a death truck?! It's literally named the grim reaper! You know why-" he inhaled sharply , heart racing in his chest as he watched the love of his life speed around in a truck the size of a fucking house .

"Because she's clearly trying to kill me!" He almost shouted not knowing why he continued to be surprised by her anymore.

Half an hour later and Max's stomach was in pieces, clutching at his face in horror after all the tricks and dangerous stunts he had just watched his girlfriend do around the field like it was just another Monday for her.

Watching with wide eyes as she casually got out and waved to the cheering crowd , jogging over to them as she took off her helmet to display a excited grin .

Waving at them like she hadn't done anything out of the ordinary.

"That was fun!" She panted as she wiped the sweat from her face and smiled at them.

“I've never done that before! But I think I did good!" She added as an afterthought .

Much to Max's horror who wondered what the hell was wrong with his girlfriend .

Inhaling shakily as he swallowed down the nausea he felt at watching the love of his life in a truck that could crush cars , never mind people.

"Cherrie..." he could only sigh . Blinking at her slowly in disbelief . "You said you were going on the rides." Was all he could say. Still in shock.

She just laughed , slapping at his shoulders like he had just told her a funny joke.

"I never said what ride though did I? Did you see me fly over those cars? I almost tipped the truck upside down but I managed to do it! My heart was racing so fast! So much fun!" She gushed to him. Oblivious to the heart attack she had induced to her boyfriend .

Max just Continued to look at her in silent disbelief , shaking his head at her.

"Yeah.. I saw you." Was all he murmured . Sighing in defeat as he just took her into his arms and hugged her to his chest. Closing his eyes and just being grateful that she was alive.

"You're absolutely crazy Cherrie . You need to- you need to tell me that you're going to do stuff like this. Otherwise you're going to kill me. Then we can't be together anymore cause I'll be dead." He rambled to her as he pulled her down to sit on the grass instead, not trusting his shaking legs to keep him upright after yet another scare from her.

Cherrie just gave him another kiss alongside a innocent smile. Looking like butter wouldn't fucking melt .

"Sorry. I'll tell you next time. But you thought I looked cool right? It felt cool." She gushed , unbothered by the panic she had caused.

Max sighed , reluctantly nodding his head yes. "Very cool . But please ... no more.." he groaned .

Exhibit C: the circus .

The two of them were enjoying the circus together with the rest of their friends , max grinning as he watched them unveil a large metal ball that the motorbikes would zoom around , practically defining gravity with their speed . It was really dangerous and fun act to watch.

Max was having fun and actually enjoying himself for once as he watched them ask the audience for a volunteer to stand in the middle of the ball while the motorbikes would be speeding around the person , a really risky act .

Max grinned , taking a sip of his drink . "I wouldn't dare to it. One wrong move or even the slightest turn of their wheel and it could all end in tears. I read a story once about this man who did this and he ended up having the bike cut him up when the driver couldn't pick up enough speed to be upside down and instead crashed on-top of the poor guy, really injuring him." He told Cherrie seriously , glad that he wasn't the one doing it.

He then turned his head to look at her, ready to tell her more horrific details of what he had read when his stomach dropped down to his ass as he saw her putting her hand in the air to volunteer to do it.

He slapped her hand down with a gasp "what are you doing?! Did you not just hear a word that I said?!" He snapped at her in disbelief , trying to get her to put her hand down.

But it was too late . The man had already spotted her waving enthusiastically at him and called her up to them excitedly .

Cherrie beamed excitedly, trying to get up from her seat while max tried to pull her back down.

"No! No! Please! Cherrie don't-" he hissed at her in panic when she managed to slip out of his hold and get up on the stage.

Max felt like he was going to be sick. Lando nudging his shoulder with a amused grin.

"This is going to be great. Hopefully she doesn't sneeze or something." He joked before looking away when max just glared at him for his unhelpful teasing.

"Why does she do this to me? I can't- there's still time to grab her-" he went to get up so he could run on the stage and drag her as far away from that wheel of death as possible .

Only for Charles to tug him down with a rolling of his eyes. Max seeming to be the only one panicking .

"Calm down mate! They know what they are doing. She's just having fun!" He said to him while filming her as she skipped inside the metal ball happily.

Max scoffed , watching Cherrie closely . Biting at his nails worriedly .

"She can't have fun if she's dead! Why can't she enjoy squad bikes or - or bowling?" He whined as he sunk into his seat in stress. Heart pounding again.

Lando looked at him in amusement "bowling?"he laughed loudly .

Max ignored him. Instead focusing on his girlfriend , only to gasp as the motorbikes filled the wheel with her, covering his face with his hands fearfully as they kicked off and started driving around her, going around and around while she just stood in the middle of them with a grin. Clearly enjoying herself .

"She's fucking crazy! Fucking hell!" He groaned out loudly .

Letting out a loud sigh of relief when it was over . Shaking his head at her disapprovingly when she just skipped back over to him with a pleased smile on her pretty face .

Jumping into his lap and giving him a kiss as she beamed at him .

"How fun was that?"

Max side eyed her , sighing in relief that she was safe in his arms again.

"So fun that I forgot to have fun." He just muttered while squeezing her tightly . Refusing to let go of her till the show was over.

Not trusting her not to volunteer for something else too.

Exhibit D: while he was at work.

Max was doing a interview by the dock with his team, answering fan questions and doing a game of this and that when he heard a familiar , loud voice screech his name over and over again.

Snapping his head around in all directions to try and locate where she was this time , frowning to himself when he thought about how she had told him that she was just going to hang around in the mclaren garage with lando for a bit while he was busy.

He should have known that his girlfriend never did what she said she would. He was just glad that she was still in hearing distance , meaning that thankfully she hasn't just left without him because she was bored again.

The two of them had a long conversation about the mini strokes that she kept giving him with her random and chaotic ideas. Max having firmly told her that she needed to inform him of her crazy plans in advance so that he could prepare himself for what he was about to see.

He had also begged her not to leave the country without him too. Not understanding why when she got a little bored , her first instinct was to get on a plane and do something outrageous , like the time she went to Texas to go be a cowboy for the day.

While max had been oblivious , still in Bahrain getting ready for his race . Only to see a photo of Cherrie on Instagram of her on the back of a horse in full cowboy style, hat , boots and all.

'I thought I would be back by the time your race started." She had genuinely told him , nothing but innocence in her voice as max picked her back up from the airport at one o'clock in the morning , not at all impressed with her .

But then she had smiled at him so beautifully and starting to excitedly show him videos and pictures that she had taken on her sudden day trip away. And all of Max's anger had faded when she pulled out a cowboy hat that she had gotten for him too.

"You can come with me next time and I can show you around now that I've been." She had told him excitedly , leaning over the console to give him a kiss.

She was absolutely unpredictable but max loved her for it , even if she did like to take years of his life with her antics.

Like now. As he glanced up to the high rise building opposite then only to see his girlfriend hanging over the ledge while waving at him happily , shouting his name loudly .

His heart dropped. Eyes widening as he placed his hand above his eyes so that he could see her more clearly from the sun that was beaming down on him.

"What are you doing? Get down!" He Shouted up to her in panic , eyeing the drop from how high she was, dangling over the edge like it was nothing.

Completely forgetting that he was in the middle of filming a video, he placed his hands on his hips in worry . Watching her warily as she leaned even further over and smiled at him .

"Can you get me a McDonald's when you're finished please? I'm really hungry!" She screamed down to him casually as though she wasn't a hundred feet in the air. One fall away from her plunging to death.

Max blinked up at the tiny dot of his girlfriend in disbelief .

"You're going to fall Cherrie! Please get down!" He shouted back at her , stressed .

She just shook her head at him "not unless you feed me!" She countered back to him , laughing at how he much looked like a stressed mother hen, hands on his hips and all.

She pulled out her phone and quickly zoomed in to take a picture of him. Giggling to herself .

He groaned loudly ,quickly nodding his head in agreement . Just wanting her to get down.

"Okay! Okay! I'll get you the whole Damn menu babe but please get down before I have a heart attack!" He called up to her worriedly .

Cherrie just give him a casual thumbs up , laughing triumphantly.

"Okay! Thank you!" Was all she said before disappearing from the edge of the building making him let out a loud sigh of relief .

Shaking his head to himself as he turned to look back at the camera that was still filming him, pursing his lips with a exasperated look on his face.

"She's an absolute menace ." He breathed out to them, chuckling a little now that his heart rate was beginning to lower back to normal now that he knew she was safe again.

"She's very lucky that I love her because that.." he laughed "is grounds for divorce." He said jokingly .

The cameraman gave him a smile , amused at the couple .

"But she's not your wife. So wouldn't it just be a break up?" He said to him.

Max just smirked and let out a laugh, looking over to the building opposite the harbour and watching Cherrie finally come skipping out of the door , her jacket laying over her head like a child trying to stop her head from burning in the heat  , fanning a large paper fan in her face that she had gotten on her little day trip.

"She will be soon. She's crazy but she's my crazy." Max told him simply as he pulled off his cap from his head and threw it at her head as soon as she was close enough to catch it .

He gave her a pointed look towards her sunburned cheeks that he just knew she would be having him rub aloe Vera on later .

"What did I tell you? I told you to put on sunscreen and a damn hat. You're gonna look like Charles’s Ferrari now ." He told her with a grin as he watched her reluctantly put the hat on.

Reaching behind the camera to where his drink was, uncapping the lid and quickly gulping the redbull down with a sigh.

She looked over at him , unbothered. Simply smiling as she leaned down on her knees to get closer to the water, dipping her hand in the water to try and cool down a little .

"I look ugly in caps max. I don't suit them." She simply replied , looking over at him from her shoulder , his cap hung low over her face .

Max frowned at her , looking offended as though she had told him that he was the one who looked stupid in hats. Not her.

"No you don't . You look gorgeous as ever. But you'll look even prettier if your skin isn't peeling off your face so keep the cap on Cherrie. I meant it.”He told her firmly, knowing how easily she burned and how much she whined and complained like a baby when she did.

She just smiled at him, shaking her head.

He had no doubt that she would take the cap off as soon as he looked away. But he bathed in her pretty smile never the less .

"Love you." He muttered to her as he got back in his place , ready to continue his last piece of filming for the day. Giving a nod to the cameraman to let him know that he was ready.

Cherrie frowned at him, pouting like a child as she sat down on the wooden floor and hung her feet over , swaying them up and down above the water lazily .

"But you promised me McDonalds!" She reminded him, unhappy that she wasn't being fed after giving up her fun time on top of the building for him.

Max just sighed , laughing underneath his breath at her lack of patience .

"Five more minutes. Then we'll go. Just be quiet and play some games for now." He murmured to her as he pulled his phone out of his Jean pocket and passed it over to her.

His phone full of games that he had downloaded for times like this when he needed to distract her for a bit.

Because the love of his life had the attention span of a child and the only way to get her to sit still and not run off to do something crazy, was to give her food and let her play games on his phone.

It was ridiculous. But he loved her anyways .

She may have behaved like a over active, adrenaline addicted child most of the time but at least she wasn't Boring.

She kept him on his toes and gave him insane memory's to tell their friends and family, so it wasn't all bad.

Exhibit E: the tile on the roof.

Max had been stood in their back garden for a while now, arms crossed over his chest with a frown as he squinted him at their roof unhappily .

"I think a few of the tiles have fell off or broken and it's causing a leak upstairs. Only a small one but .." he sighed , scratching his head .

Lando, who was staying over so that he and Cherrie could game all night together on twitch , just hummed around the straw of a cocktail that Cherrie had made for him. Laid out on one of their sun loungers , relaxing by the pool peacefully.

"But it's bothering you." He finished his sentence , laughing a little at how much of a stressed out dad max looked like. He was just missing a patio to inspect now.

Max just hummed in agreement , looking away from the roof with a sigh .

"It really is . I was gonna call someone over to fix it but Cherrie told me not to. Something about not wanting strangers in our home . Which I get but how the hell else are we going to fix it?" He rambled to lando, slightly annoyed with his girlfriends refusal to let him call for help.

He blamed it on her dad. He had taught her to do everything on her own. Now she was miss independent who didn't need no man to do anything for her.

Which was why he should have predicted what she was about to do next.

"Where even is she anways-?" He couldn't even finish his question about her disappearance before he heard lando gasp out a laugh. Looking up at something behind him.

Max quickly spun back around and looked up to the roof, eyes going wide in disbelief as he watched Cherrie casually sit ontop of their roof with a bucket and tiles by her side .

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He almost squealed in panic at how high up she was, balancing on broken tiles like it was nothing.

Cherrie just waved a hand at him like he was an annoying fly bugging her, sticking her tongue out between her lips as she concentrated on fixing the roof.

"I'm fixing it. Won't take me very long." She simply shouted down to him.

Max gasped as he watched her get up on her knees and lean over to grab something , not at all bothered or scared that she was hanging onto a dodgy roof with fucking crocs on!

Max felt like he was going to faint.

Placing his hands over his face stressfully , chewing at his lip as he looked up at her worriedly .

"Cherrie if you fall ..." he inhaled sharply, too panicked to even finish the very thought.

The love of his life just laughed , not scared at all.

"I won't fall max. Plus if I do I'll probably only break my arms and legs. It's not high up enough to die from… unless I break my neck maybe ..”She casually mused, focusing on the broken tile in front of her.

Max went pale.

Lando giggling from the sun lounger as he filmed her with a amused grin. Used to seeing her do shit like this by now.

"That doesn't make me feel any better! I would like you unbroken thank you!" He shouted at her , stressing the fuck out.

Cherrie finally glanced down at him, wiping her hands on her shirt carelessly to get rid of the dirt .

"So you wouldn't still love me if I was broken into a million pieces?" She called down to him , grinning as she teased him by standing up on the roof, pretending to wobble.

Max squeezed his eyes shut in panic , gasping. "Oh my god! Get the fuck down! How did you even get up there? We don't have any ladders yet!" He exclaimed in disbelief , squinting one eye open to make sure that she was still okay.

She just shrugged her shoulders at him "I climbed up the drainpipe . Butttt..." she sang happily "I fixed it now!" She announced to him proudly, making jazz hands at the newly fixed roof tiles .

Max just hurriedly nodded his head, flapping his hands to the ground . "Fantastic baby but get down! I meant it Cherrie! Please! Just be careful!" He shouted at her , shaking his head to himself when she disappeared from his sight and climbed back down the drainpipe again.

Turning slowly to look at a giggling lando, max placing his shaky hand over his pounding heart and sighed loudly .

"She's going to kill me." He said matter of factly "a cat only has nine lives. She’s already took about seven just this year.”

Lando giggled , pulling a face at him in confusion .

“But you're not a cat?" He stated the obvious.

Max just rolled his eyes and laid himself out on one of the sun beds, needing to lay down and calm down again. Preferably drink some alcohol too.

"Same thing. She's shortening whatever lives I have left. If I ever have a heart attack you know exactly who to blame." He muttered.

Side eyeing his unbothered girlfriend who was singing happily along to the radio as she took off her clothes before throwing herself into the pool, splashing him with water .

Sending him a cheeky wink making him stick up his middle finger at her, huffing when she just laughed and swam away.

Christ. Why did he have to fall in love with a crazy one?

So, she drove him crazy and she worried him like he had never been worried before. But that was love and that was something he never wanted to stop feeling.

He wanted her craziness forever . He really did.

So while she was sleeping peacefully beside him in bed, the only time that she was ever quiet and still.

He slipped a diamond ring onto her finger with a soft smile on his face , gently kissing her cheek as she slept away obliviously .

Tucking his face into her neck and wrapping his arms around her waist , their legs entangled underneath the covers . He sighed in bliss.

He gave her a week before she finally noticed the engagement ring on her finger. Looking forward to seeing her go about her usually craziness without a single clue.

Taking a photo of her sleeping with her hand against his chest, zooming in on the sparkling ring on her finger as he took a picture . Sending it to the rest of the drivers groupchat .

'How long till she notices the ring and marries me?' He sent to them casually .

The chat quickly blowing up with both replies of excitement , shock but most of all amusement. All of them well aware of how oblivious the love of his life was.

She had once gotten a tattoo while on a drunken night out with her friends when she was nineteen , a tiny little heart on her ass cheek.

She hadn't noticed it till two months later when max finally pointed it out to her and asked why she got it done.

Her reaction had been priceless.

He had a feeling this time would be no different either.

Two weeks. Charles predicted .

Two months . Lando replied quickly .

Never. She walked past Elton John who was wearing a bright pink hat and diamond sunglasses. She's never going to notice . Sorry mate. You're going to be waiting a while. Daniel sent a laughing emoji with his answer .

All of them replying around the same thing.

Max just smiled to himself and shut off his phone, leaving them to go crazy over the group-chat about his secret proposal .

I'll give her two weeks to see the ring otherwise I'll tell her myself . Max thought to himself before cuddling back into her side , sighing contently when she squeezed him tightly to her in her sleep.

She may have drove him crazy and he was definitely going to go Grey quicker because of her but man , did he love her.

She was crazy. But she was his crazy. That's all that mattered to him.

#max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 oneshot #formula one imagine #formula 1 imagine

[xhoky]

° French teacher.

° gives their students sweets or handmade toys if they are doing progress in learning.

° that one kind teacher everyone loves.

° Flirts with literature teacher in French (doesn't know he actually understands them, a little bit, but understand).

° sticks with literature and art teachers mostly, but at the same time has a good relationship with all teachers.

° Dream has a crush on Ani and they knows it.

°- "who taught you this word?.."

°- "ne jure pas!"

° "tea-party for all teachers!"

° fashion.

° can be strict sometimes, but only if students don't want to behave. (Their and Dream's classrooms right near each other, so.. students better behave on Anika's lessons).

° their classroom is always fancy and colorful. Based on the current season. Ani will always put some handmade stuff on the windows, desks, blackboard and walls.

° wanted to be designer, became teacher.

° lily in Their head is handmade too. It's national symbol flower of France!

°- "I do not accept 'baguette' as an answer to every question in the test."

°- "please behave."

°- "I won't say Mr. Dream or Mr. Finch that you didn't behave, but you should say sorry to your classmate that you upset."

°- they would say the same "behave" to teachers too.

°- "it's not the place to have arguments with each other, let's just enjoy our company and tea together!"

° Error agrees with Ani.

° Ani as healthy as other teachers in this au. No one dies.

°- "life is a little bit too short to listen to anybody's opinion, just be yourself and do whatever you like."

°- they are that one teacher who's clothes are very random, but also quite good looking together.

° enjoy walking around school when have free time, never sits in classroom for too long.

° Also like to annoy Ink (sees him as their friend.)

°- "bonjour, Ink ça va?"

- you do know i fucking don't understand you, do you?

(I think i unlearned how to draw and also loosing some brain cells hhhhhh.)

#dreamswap #teacher au #dreamswap ani #ds Ani #dreamtale au #ds #undertale au #au #art #artwork #fanart

[aidanbutampersand]

little note for one of my friends

one of my friends was questioning as aro-spec so i thought i would maybe give a few terms here

greyromantic/grayromantic - experiencing romantic attraction at a lesser frequency or intensity as the societal "normal" person. this happens to be me!!! it also doesnt exclude different attraction types

lithromantic - you like people... but you have absolutely no care for actually acting on those feelings or knowing someone likes you back.

frayromantic - you like people until you have a strong emotional bond with them, after which the attraction fades away.

quoioromantic - do i like this person?? is it a different type of attraction?? is romantic attraction even relevant to me????? who the fuck knows, cause thats what this term is all about!!!!! (op realizing this term may fit them somewhat)

aegoromantic - "romance seems cool i guess, i dont think it's for me tho haha, like its cool fantasizing about romance and thingies but like idk i would rather not do that irl" - someone, somewhere, explaining aegoromantic

i mentioned different attraction types in quoiromantic earlier, so heres a list of different attraction and relationship types

sexual attraction - needs no introduction, you just horny, moving on

sensual attraction - like physical but non-sexual desires, like hugs, hand holding, etc

alterous - my favorite!!! this type is basically indistinguishable between romantic and platonic attraction, im pretty sure i feel this a lot, either that or its queerplatonic. see op cant even distinguish them and they are the chronically online autistic who researches queer wiki pages in their free time lol

queerplatonic!!!!!! - my actual favorite move over alterous, this is basically the ultimate platonic relationship, most would probably see it as romantic relationship cause it sees a level of devotion and commitment not often seen in platonic relationships. if i may blatantly steal from the lgbtqia+ fandom, "deep mutual trust, emotional closeness, and loyalty" normally seen in romantic relationships are a defining factor of queerplatonic relationships. if you want a good example of one ive seen people say that frances and aled from radio silence (alice oseman, 2016) are a queerplatonic relationship, and one that i am VERY jealous of but ive already talked about that here.

remember, nobody expects you to figure this out immediately. i doubt even alloromantics get crushes every week to develop their understanding of their attraction (but im aro-spec so who knows), so i doubt you're gonna find a billion crushes to dissect your attraction with, it's probably gonna take a while, but hey, if we... (*remembers that making jokes about humanity killing themselves and their homeworld bring the mood down*) ...have a community, why not ask around?

if anybody has stuff to correct me on, or stuff that you want me to talk about too, please just reach out!!

and to that friend i wrote this for, a lot of this you've probably seen already, but i hope i could help a bit :3 - aidan/ellie

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#aromantic #arospec #aspec #lgbtq #attraction #lithromantic #greyromantic #aegoromantic #queerplatonic #frances and aled #questioning #did you know #you're reading the tags #wow

[youledmehere]

kinda annoying how people complain about the ending of towl just because their expectations or theories didn’t pan out how they wanted it to. and a majority of the ppl disappointed really were hoping michonne dies / sacrifices herself for rick’s survival or both of them die which makes zero sense anyway and would’ve made everything pointless. also because gimple made one comment saying he wants all the spin-offs to come together in some way people really latched onto that for dear life and thought that towl would be some starting point for that to happen even though it was wrapped for filming by then and was literally premiering. mind you it was always marketed as just being 6 episodes so i don’t know why people thought it would somehow lead to a grand fight with all the other characters. especially since daryl would’ve still been in france timeline wise so it’s not like that reunion would’ve happened either which is another big complaint i saw a lot.

and lets say rick and michonne didn’t blow up the frontliners or kill beale: portland would’ve fallen, kids kidnapped, millions dead and then what? they’re just supposed to let that happen? say it’s not their problem and try to go home anyways and pray the CRM doesn’t find their community? have rick go back to the civic republic and be stuck for even longer while michonne was supposed to go home and gather up whoever is left and march back to philadelphia with just guns and arrows i guess??? along with the commonwealth storm trooper wannabes? try and wage some kind of attack which would’ve been futile since the frontliners would’ve wiped them out even quicker than what happened in the finale resulting in no reunions for anybody and more dead characters?

they planned a six episode story and obviously weren’t going to leave it on some kind of cliff hanger or have some mysterious after credit set up scene because they weren’t thinking of a season two at the time of writing, it ended with a family reunion like it was always going to. but even if there is something else in the future there could still be more story to tell and the civic republic can still be involved. people act like they killed off the whole military in one quick go when it was just the guys in the red uniforms who take out entire cities that died (i think around 2000+ soldiers). its still a big military operation it can span different locations, they talked about there being CRM agents in different communities that could be explored more. having different generals or sergeants with different ideologies can still be a thing. there’s also that estimate about there only being 14? years left of life on earth and the threat of millions of walkers at once so idk seems like there’s multiple storyline possibilities if they choose to continue

#the ones who live #richonne #the important figures and red suits all in one place why wouldn’t they kill them all? #like idk what else they couldve done in that small timeframe #but the dramatics over the CRM are so funny #it was never going to be some infinity war event

[acewritesfics]

Lost Love | Tommy Shelby

Request: No.

Warnings: Mentions of death, murder, going off to war, grief, guilt. Angst. Italics - Flashbacks.

Word count: 665

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"She died two months ago, Tommy," the words echo in his ears as he stands in front of a grave belonging to someone very special to him. "A drunk had been brought into the emergency room. He stabbed her twice, one of which punctured an artery. She died from blood loss before they could get her to the operating theatre." 

Y/N's mother had informed him of the death of her daughter, his first and only love, when he went to visit her two hours ago. In that moment his heart had shattered even more than it was from the war. 

With his head bowed and blue eyes tightly closed trying to stop the tears from forming, he relives the memory of the last time he'd seen and spoken to her in person. 

"Thomas Shelby, don't you ever forget about me," Y/N tells the young man who she loves more than anyone else. She is proud but heartbroken to see him in his uniform, ready to fight for his country. There had been no way for her to stop him from enlisting, his pride and the thought of being labelled a coward if he didn't go weighed heavily on him as well as his eagerness for a fight, a lot of that having to do with how they were raised.  She feared for his safety and his life. Standing on the platform of the train station, saying her goodbyes to him, she gets a sinking feeling that this would be the last time she sees him in person. 

"I'll never forget you, Y/N," he promises her. "After all, you're the one I intend to spend the rest of my life with." 

He takes her left hand in his hand and kisses her on the fingers, right where her engagement ring sits. They were supposed to marry in six months, but then the war was announced, and they couldn't find anybody to marry them in the short time they had left together before he departed for France. All the men who had lovers seemed to be getting married before leaving. 

"I promise, the first thing we'll do when I get back is to get married. Nothing would make me happier than to call you my wife." 

Y/N smiles fondly at her fiancée before delicately kissing him. "Just promise me you'll come home." 

"I promise," he whispers before slamming his lips to hers, pulling her tight against him, savouring every inch of her, also sensing that this was the last time they'll be this close. He eventually steps back and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "I love you, Y/N." 

"And I love you, Tommy," she says sadly as she kisses him one last time, tasting their salty tears mixed together before he boards the train. 

"I'm sorry, love," Tommy whispers as he opens his eyes, looking down at Y/N's headstone. "I'm so fucking sorry. I should have been here for you, given you everything I promised. I would have made so much money that you would not have needed to work. Maybe you'd still be here if that happened instead.  You deserve more than this." 

He holds the engagement ring he gave her between his fingers. "I kept my word and returned to you. Now it's your turn to assure me that you'll be there to greet me when my time is up." 

Tommy kneels to create a small hole in the ground. He kisses the ring, and then places it inside the hole before covering it up. Standing back up, he looks at her headstone again . "I'll never forget you, Y/N. I love you. That will never end." 

He turns and walks out of the graveyard. As he stands next to his car and raises his head to the sky, he feels a tender kiss land on his cheek. It was Y/N assuring him that she would honor her promise. That one day, when his turn comes, she'll be there waiting for him. 

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[callmerainman]

Wishing You Godspeed | Reigen Arataka x fem!Reader

fandom: Mob Psycho 100 by ONE

plot: you come back to Seasoning City after 3 years of working abroad. the night before your departure, you decide to call your ex-boyfriend Reigen Arataka to spend the night in one way or another.

word count: 1,3k

prompts: past relationship, exes, smut, making love, breaking up, angst, after sex, love talk, reuniting, kinda rough sex.

tw. explicit sexual content, minors DNI! 18+

Reigen mindlessly stirs the drink with his straw. He stares at the small vortex the motion created, then takes the cold lemon soda in his hand and takes a sip. He looks at you behind the glass, he catches you staring but he doesn't mind. You smile, calmly.

"Are you planning on staying?" he clicks his tongue on his palate before putting the drink down.

"I'll take the plane tomorrow morning" you reply, leaning towards him on the small table.

The bar was almost empty, and it was almost closing time. It was just the two of you.

"So you contacted me last minute" Reigen says.

He's not offended, or angry. It's just a statement. And he's also right, you intentionally called him last minute.

"I did, but I won't tell you the reason" you smile cunningly.

Reigen replies with a smirk of his own. He then stares at your lips as they envelope the edge of your glass of Moscow Mule. He feels his hands stinging. He had kissed those lips many times, he never forgot the feeling. It was such a unique and precise sensation that he never managed to find again in any other person he kissed after you two broke up. You had the chance to work in France and you couldn't refuse the opportunity of your whole life. Even if it meant breaking up with your boyfriend of 3 years Reigen Arataka. At first you weren't willing to leave him, but he was the one who insisted on letting him go and follow your lifetime dream of working abroad. What hurt the most was that there was nothing wrong in your relationship. You two loved each other so deeply, there was so much care. But maybe love just wasn't enough.

This is your first time coming back to Seasoning City after breaking up with him. It's been 3 years. During your time in France you both agreed to not text too much because otherwise it would be too difficult to move on. You only got in touch casually just to check up on each other, wishing happy holidays or birthdays or asking how work's going. You were really indecisive about asking him to meet up after your quick visit to the city, so you promptly decided to not tell him until the very last day. You didn't want to ruin the rest of the week for anybody.

"That's okay" Reigen says, leaning back on his chair "it's not like we're going to do anything, right?"

~~~

By the time you close the door behind you, Reigen has you already pinned against it. Your hands struggle to undo his belt, which drops on the floor with a clacking sound along with his grey suit pants. One of his hands is travelling up your tight, gripping it under your skirt. His face is just inches away from you, but you don't have time to kiss. You inebriate yourself with the feeling of his hot breath against your mouth. He lifts up your skirt, moves your panties to the side and thrusts into you so sweetly. You moan in response, gripping his clothed back. Reigen has now one hand fisted in your hair, and the other plunged into the soft flesh of your waist. His thrusts are determined, needy, each one banging on the door of his apartment.

"Fuck..." he pants "I love you so much..."

You just nod in response as you try to suffocate your desperate moans in his shoulder. You start repeating his name like a chant, just like you used to do. You wrap your leg more tightly around him, to open up a bit more. Your neck tickles as Reigen groans against it, his breathing becoming erratic as he holds you even closer. He feels so good inside you and your vision is becoming blurry. You happily let him tighten the grip on your hair, each one of his fingers curling and holding onto them as if it was a life or death situation.

Then, Reigen finishes. You come just a couple of seconds after, announcing it with a loud moan, a pull on his pink tie, and his name whispered under your breath as you throw your head backwards against the door. Reigen gently puts your leg down and then presses his forehead against yours as you both try to catch some hair. Then you take his face between your hands, make him look up just right into your eyes, and then you kiss him with all the energies you have left. It's a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss, but still full of the time you've lost as you feel his tongue against yours once again.

"If you really love me, stay with me tonight" you say.

~~~

It's getting so late. You and Reigen made love again, this time in his bedroom, only the lamp on his nightstand dimly lighting up your converging bodies. After Reigen collapsed on top of you, you held him close to your heart as you caressed the back of his head with slow strokes. Now he's lying on his back, one arm stretched behind his head and the other wrapped around your shoulders as you rest your head on his chest.

"Did you have sex with other women while I was gone?" you ask, but you're calm. You're not asking this with animosity.

Reigen doesn't seem surprised by the question "Yeah. Women, men..."

"Were they as good as me?"

"No, never"

"You can be honest"

"But I am honest. And did you have sex with anybody else?" he asks back.

"Yeah, occasionally"

"Were they as good as me?"

"No, I can assure you"

"Really?"

"I never fell in love anymore"

Reigen is caught by surprise by the change of subject. Your tone is serious, pensive.

"Not once?" his fingers start drawing circling motions around your shoulder.

"I tried to fall in love ...I really did. Because I wanted to. I wanted to feel what I'm feeling right now again, with someone else. But I just couldn't"

You look up, Reigen is pressing his lips together. He looks frustrated and in peace at the same time, it's absurd.

"Do you still love me, (Y/N)?"

"Of course I do. I'm still in love with you, even if I tried to forget you and I will keep trying" you answer.

"Well, I still love you too"

"I know, you said it to me while fucking me against the door"

Reigen sighs, embarrassed "Yeah, right"

You smile sheepishly "You're sweet"

"Mh mh"

You feel two of his fingers grazing your chin, before lifting it up and meeting your lips halfway with his mouth. It's a long, welcoming and warm kiss. When you separate, Reigen sighs in resignation.

"I tried to fall in love again too but I couldn't. Nothing feels remotely like this, even though I still hope to fall in love with someone else. I can't keep chasing you" he whispers.

You close your eyes "Arataka, turn off the light"

Reigen nods and reaches for the lamp switch, flipping it off. He can still see your features shining under the moonlight, and you take your time to admire him back. Then, you speak again.

"Tomorrow you'll wake up in an empty bed. And please, don't open your eyes. I want you to remember me naked and cuddled with you on this bed. I don't want you to see me drifting away from you again. Just know that in my lifetime I will try to go back to you as fast as I can, because I love you Arataka. But by the time I'm gone, please try to fall in love again, I'll do the same. We might need some time but please let's fall in love again with someone else because we deserve to feel this love again, even when we're apart"

Silently, Reigen nods. You could feel his uncertainty in the way he stopped breathing for a second.

"Okay, (Y/N). I promise"

You stayed up a couple of hours more, just talking, and kissing, and caressing your bare bodies under the moonlight spreading across the room. Then, you feel your eyes closing by themselves. You're really tired, and tomorrow you have to go. Time to go to bed now.

"Goodnight, Reigen. Hope to see you soon. I wish you Godspeed"

"Goodnight, (Y/N)"

«this love will keep us through blinding of the eyes»

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #mp100 reigen #reader insert #reigen arataka #tumblr sexyman #writers on tumblr #x reader #fanfic #ao3 writer #smut #reigen arataka headcanons #reigen arataka x reader #reigen x reader #mob psycho reigen #female reader #reigen manga #Spotify

[runeswordproductions]

Swords Explained (Badly)

Arming sword: it’s the swordest sword to ever sword, nothing to explain, no complexity whatsoever, no sir.

Backsword: the extra-ancient, extra-special secret saber that you need to slay your coach to attain. Alas, for this sin you are cursed to forever wander, alone no matter the density of the crowd, that weirdo at the saber event whose weapon the gear inspectors puzzle over for fifteen minutes before finally shrugging and saying, “guess we’ll allow it.”

Basket-hilted broadsword: a single-handed sword with a unique, all-covering guard design, developed by the Scots to counter the British, who spread their tyranny to all corners of the globe through widespread use of their honorless hand-taps-only style of swordsmanship.

Cutlass: a saber too short to be useful outside its native environment of cramped sailing ships, the cutlass is now primarily used not as a weapon, but as steel plumage in the mating displays of that tropical bird of the sword nerd community, the ren faire pirate.

Dagger: a triangle-bladed spike of steel, the rondel dagger has been proven, by recent archaeological evidence, to be the only weapon that ever killed anybody in a medieval duel.

Dussack: a primitive boffer made from leather and wood. The term “dussack” is also occasionally used to describe a cutlass that happens to be owned by a German.

Gladius: it’s Greek or something.

Katana: A Japanese sword characterized by a curved, single-edged blade with a circular or squared guard and long grip to accommodate two hands.

Katzbalger: the preferred close combat weapon of the Landsknects, the most dangerous polycule of gay furries since the Sacred Band of Thebes.

Kriegsmesser: a curved longsword sometimes mistaken for the world’s biggest steak knife, the kriegsmesser is today wielded by fencers too self-conscious to admit that what they really want is a katana.

Longsword (German): the last of the Third Reich’s technologically impressive but strategically useless wunderwaffen, the German longsword was invented in the waning days of World War II. At first glance a simple two-handed sword, its hidden power can be activated with a 90-degree twist of the handle, which bodily transforms the wielder into an attack helicopter, careening uncontrollably toward its opponent to cleave their skull with its rotor blades.

Longsword (Italian): the apex of edged weapon fighting technology, capable of beat-thrusting its way through the armor of a main battle tank, this sublime weapon was single-handedly invented by the one true Daddy of swordsmanship, Fiore dei Liberi.

Messer: a small single-handed sword, the messer is possessed of a strange psychic property which makes every person you ask give you a different explanation for why it looks like a big knife.

Montante: a sword as lonely as it is horny. Though famous for its ability to take many men at once, this mighty greatsword has lived past its brief glory days. Now, in this degenerate age when large groups of men no longer thrust themselves into tight holes in castle walls, the tragically sexy montante has been largely abandoned by fencers who fear it is too mighty to fight with, even blunt.

Rapier: this extremely fashionable sword was meticulously optimized to defeat other people with the same taste in fashionable swords, exceeded in this niche role only by any other weapon capable of binding with its slender blade, as is related by history’s foremost expert in rapier fencing, George Silver.

Saber (dueling): known from a single extant specimen of an Absolute Fencing-brand electric saber inexplicably dating back to 18th Century France, the dueling saber is among the best evidence we have for the existence of time travel.

Saber (military): a blanket term for dozens of different single-handed curved swords from around the world, military saber as we know it today is a multitude of different martial traditions stitched together into a shambling undead abomination that stalks from club to club, eagerly devouring any fencer too unga bunga to be taken in by the wibbly allure of dueling saber.

Sickle: it’s not a farming implement, not any longer. Not even symbol of communism, no. This weapon has entered its final form as a dagger for people who think they are the main character.

Sidesword: too sexy to be an arming sword, too thicc to be a rapier, this evolutionary link between the two was simply too hot and had to be expunged from history to keep all the other swords from looking bad. It was only rediscovered in the modern day by reconstructive archaeological investigations into the philosophical absolute of “sexy sword.”

Shashka: a primitive saber without any kind of guard to protect the wielder’s precious fingers, the shashka is a weapon wielded exclusively by what is perhaps the most perplexing breed of sword nerd: the Cossack weaboo.

Smallsword: with its feather-light, sewing needle-like blade, the smallsword was invented so that waifish, noodle-armed rich boys would have a more traditionally masculine way to express their desire to kiss each other.

Spadroon: a likely-mythical weapon of extremely dubious historicity. Not only are there no extant examples of this sword, but experts agree there never were any to begin with. Its continued presence in modern HEMA culture is likely due to the deranged ramblings of fencers whose minds have been destroyed by their insatiable fetish for hybrid weaponry.

Swiss saber: a curved longsword with shockingly good hand protection, the ornate Swiss saber also demonstrates why basket-hilted two-handed swords never became popular: they look fucking stupid.

Viking sword: an arming sword that dropped out of school before it could develop even a rudimentary cross guard, the viking sword is the weapon of choice for those whose faith in the Aesir is as unshakable as their love for their only source in reconstructing their religion: the band Heilung.

#hema #historical fencing #fencing #swords #longsword #rapier #saber #viking #sword fighting #shitpost #fuck yeah there's a sequel

[yandere-writer-momo]

What are the yanderes ideal wedding plans?...if any 💀

Yandere Baki Head Canons

Wedding planning. From most to least into actually marrying you

AFAB reader

Minors DNI

Orochi Katsumi

Total groomzilla. The wedding ceremony and reception have to be perfect. And your crazy future in laws are helping him

A small venue of only your closest friends and family. Mostly his karate friends and his family though

He makes sure everything is perfect for his future spouse. There won’t be a hair out of place on either of you. And he actually would love it if you teared up during your vows. Katsumi loves you a lot

He also planned a private honeymoon for you to your dream destination

Biscuit Oliva

Him and Katsumi are tied for being giant groomzillas. Oliva goes way over the top

The biggest venue ever and your wedding dress is one of the most expensive ones he could find (that you loved of course)

Hires the best caters, hair dressers, makeup artists, and photographers around so it’s all perfect

He probably wrote your vows for you

He’s most excited about your first night together because he picked out your honeymoon on a tropical island and he makes sure you two have an amazing and relaxing time

Hanayama Kaoru

Big , grand, and heavily guarded

This man is the #1 sugar daddy. He’s going big instead of home. He has everything picked out, even your dress (he knows your size and you’d tastes)

Hanayama picks our everything. He’s always in control inside and outside of the bedroom. He loves dressing you up and taking you out about with him

He makes sure there’s pictures of your wedding every where in Japan so everyone knows that you are his wife

His henchmen maid refer to you as boss’s wife or Mrs Hanayama. And they are not allowed to look at you. Ever

Your honeymoon is in France and it’s two weeks long. You’re taken to the most expensive places and eateries and you’re getting fucked senseless every night. Probably on the balcony so everyone can see who makes you scream

Shinogi Kureha

He’s traditional so he would have a wedding. You both look very pretty next to each other

It’s a very simple yet elegant wedding

Kureha has you plan a lot of it because he wants this day to be about you

But Kureha plans the honey moon to be in Okinawa so you two can enjoy the beautiful beaches and go to some onsens to relax. Kureha is all about pleasing you

Kaioh Retsu

Another traditional man but he flies you two out to china to get married. Retsu loves his country

You’re in a traditional Chinese wedding dress and it’s a very traditional Chinese wedding

You’re honey moon is in china too and he also takes you to the temple he used to live at

If you get pregnant, you’re having your baby in China

Baki Hanma

He would plan a wedding if you wanted one. Very simple and cute

He cries like a baby when you walk down the aisle

You guys just travel around Japan for your honeymoon

Jack Hanma

He wants to elope. It’s simple and easy. And he would let you have your parents and friends there as witnesses since he doesn’t really have anybody

He’s all about the honeymoon part. Probably takes you on beautiful scenic trips where there’s no one around so he can fuck you in public. Jack doesn’t care

In a cave behind a waterfall, on a path in the forest, in a flower meadow, in a lake, etc. Jack will get it on with you anywhere and any way

Jun Guevara

Also wants to elope that way he can take you to explore the sea with him as his wife

Definitely having sex in the captain quarters all the time. All the time

Hector Doyle

No. He’s a criminal and he kidnapped you

There’s no wedding planning at all. But at least the sex is great

Gaia & Sikorsky

You’re dating both of them and polygamy isn’t accepted in Japan

But you are very loved

#baki hanma #baki the grappler #baki x reader #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere fic #baki son of ogre #female reader #kaoru hanayama #jack hanma #yandere baki #grappler baki #baki dou #baki headcanons #baki kaoru hanayama #baki the grappler x reader #Bali #yandere x you #yandere x reader #Baki Yandere #Jun Guevara #Hector Doyle #Sikorsky #gaia baki #katsumi orochi x reader #katsumi orochi

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Epilogue (Part 4)

We are called to our tables then, and Jude and I have been seated apart, which, although thoughtful, I’m slightly regretful of because I was enjoying our conversation, but I’m hungry enough to not be that upset about it. I sit with a miscellaneous group of Shane’s friends and their partners, with whom I make inoffensive small talk with for the duration of the meal and I try not to turn around and look at Jude, who, as I’m a bit surprised to learn, I still have an impeccable radar for. How strange that even after all this time I can pinpoint his exact location in any room. 

The speeches come next, the long, dreary speeches from the fathers who say the same things as each other and thank each other back and forth forever. Then the best man, Will, stands up and mumbles awkwardly into the microphone, accidentally or otherwise revealing that Shane has a tattoo in an undesirable place that he didn’t want anybody to know about and saying that Claire was the finest girl in the girls’ school in Tullamore, and the rest I don’t know about because I zone out and start picking at the dessert trio that I wasn’t hungry for when it first arrived. 

But when Shane stands up and takes the microphone he has my full attention. 

He clears his throat, “Well. Hello all of you, and thanks for coming here today. I know that it’s a bit bitter and cold, and they’re saying now there’s a chance that we’ll get snowed into this hotel so… I hope you’re all prepared to get cosy. Sure we have the fires blazing here and all, hot whiskeys at the bar, you’ll be grand.” Someone whoops loudly at the back for the hot whiskeys, “I just want to say, like, first and foremost, a big thank you to everyone who made it here today. I know some of youse have come from all over. I’ve got a few friends here from the Sydney Swans who’ve come all the way across the world-” The Sydney Swans cheer, “And my cousins over there on table four have come from the south of France, and obviously then we’ve people from England, America, Italy as well… Just, thanks for making the journey lads, it means a lot to me, and I know it means a lot to my new wife too,” He smiles down at Claire who smiles lovingly back.

“Lads, I’m not going to lie, I don’t like public speaking. I never really did, even like, when I had to be on the telly and all that, I never liked it, so I’m going to keep it brief and just say that… I’m a bit, like, overwhelmed by emotions here. It’s rare that you get all of your favourite people all together in one room, and it’s really special because you all get to witness the best moment of my life, and you get to be here as I’m marrying the most amazing person I’ve ever known in my life.

“When I first met Claire she was seventeen, and when I saw her I thought… jaysus, like, she’s pretty unreal. If you’d told me then that that gorgeous girl would have followed me across the world and back and married me at the end of it I’d have told you you were cracked. But like, here we are lads. Our house in Tullamore is coming along now, we’re in the last couple of weeks of construction and I hope that by the time we’re back from Bali that we can move in and have the absolute dream home for the two of us-” He pauses, “Oh, sorry, did I say two? I meant the three of us.”

I almost knock over my water glass as I whirl around to find Jude’s eyes across the room, my mouth hanging open, “she’s pregnant?” I mouth, and he laughs at my face and shrugs, “I guess,” he mouths back. The whole room erupts into cheers and as I burst into tears again I don’t even bother trying to stop it. 

“So,” Shane raises his champagne glass to the room, “To all of ye, for coming out, to my beautiful bride Claire, and to little baby Healy, coming in May,” He smiles, a huge, wide, happy smile, “Cheers, lads.”

I find Claire in a throng of relatives afterwards and I hug her tearfully, “Claire! You’re going to be a mammy.”

“I know,” she says, “We’re so happy, it’s crazy! Like, it just kind of happened? I don’t know, everything just feels like it’s all coming together and I’m so emotional about it, God, wait-” she fans her face to try and dry her mascara, “I’m very emotional, excuse me.”

“You’re allowed to be, it’s so exciting and so special.”

“The only thing is that I’ve been so bloody sick, I just puke and puke and puke… and then I sleep and sleep.”

I shrug, “That’s allowed.”

“Do you think it’d be absolutely awful if I left my own wedding early to go to bed?”

“What, like now?”

“No, but at like, ten. I’m just so sleepy.”

“You can do whatever you want to,” I point out, “it’s your wedding, and the party will go on.”

“Can you imagine if we really did get trapped at this hotel for days?” She says, “Wouldn’t that be mad? Do you think we will?”

“Would it really be the worst thing?” I wonder as Jude crosses my eyeline, “I’m so busy with work back in London, I’d really just love an excuse to not do it.”

“Fair enough,” she says, and then her attention is pulled away by a relative who wants to congratulate her, so I leave her be and wander the room until I accidentally find him again at the bar. 

“Did you follow me over here?” He wants to know.

“No, I’m just getting a hot whiskey.”

“Actually you’ve inspired me, I’ve just ordered one for myself,” The barman puts it in front of him. “But I don’t think I can hold whiskey as well as you apparently can, so this might be interesting.”

“I seem to remember a story about you getting whiskey drunk and then kicked in the face.”

He bursts out laughing, “Oh yeah, I was crazy back then,” and I glance at his right eyebrow to find, to my utter delight, the scar still perfectly visible, and it makes me feel warm all over, because even though there are new and different things about him, the scar still remains as a memory, like proof that it all ready did happen. 

“So Evie,” He says, and I take my drink from the counter to stir it up, “Are you here alone tonight?”

I glance over one shoulder and then the other, “I think so.”

He takes a sip from his whiskey and his eyes flit not-so-subtly to my left hand, and a laugh bubbles out through my lips. “Are you checking me for a wedding ring?”

“No.”

“Yes you are! Why would you do a thing like that?”

A shrug, “You never know.”

“I’m only thirty, I’m too young.”

He laughs, “Come on, it’s hard to deny that we’re of marriageable age, don’t you think? I’m attending at least five weddings a year these days.”

“Well then why aren’t you married? What’s a perfectly eligible, thirty two year old red blooded American male still doing on the market?”

“What a question. I’m not sure how I feel about marriage.”

“No?”

“Nah, it’s like, my parents are divorced now and happier than ever. I look at them and I think about how stupid they were for being together in the first place, I mean, completely weird, dumb behaviour. I suppose I just haven’t been in a relationship lately where I’ve thought ‘yeah, this is for life’. You know what I mean?”

“Mm, you’re still searching for something.”

So am I. 

We make our way over to a pair of empty seats at a table, moving other peoples bags and coats out of the way. “I’m not sure what I want,” He admits, “It’s weird. I’ll meet a woman and she’s great, smart and funny and beautiful, and after a little while I’m just not in it anymore.”

“That’s not like you. When I knew you, you were the king of long term relationships.”

“I think that I was the same in most of those too, and I stayed because I thought that’s what you had to do. For some reason breaking up was never an option, like the idea of being alone was worse than the idea of being unhappy in a relationship. I always thought I’d be okay as long as I didn’t ever have to be on my own,” He shifts in his seat, “You know in my whole life I’ve only ever had one girlfriend who I thought I’d marry?”

“Hm, lucky girl, whoever she is.”

He smiles, “How’s dating in London?”

“Oh, horrendous. What’s it like in LA?”

“Worse.”

I sigh, “You know, I just feel so old when I talk about it, but the apps, they’re awful. I swear I’ve hardly met a normal man through any of them, and if someone seems close to okay then they just ghost you after two dates, it’s infuriating.”

He shrugs, “Yeah, same in LA. It’s the curse of a big city, you know? Choice paralysis. There’s always the promise of someone better just a few swipes away.”

“Nobody would ever do better than us though, would they?”

“God, no,” He grins and starts absently folding a napkin in front of him, “I miss the old way, honestly, where we’d all go out into bars and stand around awkwardly hoping that the person you liked might like you back, or at least make prolonged eye contact with you so you could go over and have the most excruciating conversation that you’ve ever had in your life.”

“And then leave humiliated? Yes, I miss it too.”

“Fuck the apps,” he says, and I laugh at the way he says it, glancing around with paranoia like it’s become illegal to say it, he leans in a little closer, “I’m saying it, fuck them. Fuck Hinge.”

“Fuck them all,” I agree, “Tell me about your worst dating experiences.”

“Oh my god, we don’t have to go there.”

“No, come on, I want to know.”

“Fine, but you go first.”

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#lucky girl part 3

[lovesickry]

- the devil is in the details.

┈⋆⭒ daniel ricciardo x fem!reader [2.2k] ┈⋆⭒ part 6 !

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ find all parts here!! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ contents: sexism in motorsport, angst, lots of feelings, fluff?!?! not really proofread .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ a/n:literally was emotional writing this .

you had slept surprisingly well last night, a deep, dreamless sleep. one you desperately needed. a break from your constant reminiscence of daniel.your alarm woke you up and you felt content as you got your bag ready for the day and made you coffee, grappling your paddock pass before walking out the door. walking onto the paddock was probably the most nervewracking thing you’d ever had to do, pretending to know what to do, pretending that you weren’t utterly lost and shamelessly darting your eyes around for somebody, anybody wearing mercedes kit. you found your way to the garage, by some slight miracle, discreetly trailing after a man with a mercedes shirt and headset on. sliding yourself next to the only other person you knew. the race engineer. introducing yourself and doing the necessary checkups on the cars pre-testing performance. it was only practice today, FP1 and FP2, but it was still a time to see how the car performed and if you needed to contact any mechanics or get toto involved, the calm before the storm kind of. you’d settled into the garage, then the drivers started arriving, more than ever yiu shive your head down, dreading the moment you see a trail of redbull saunter past. you do, through the gap in the computer screens and the desks and the people you see him, smiling just as you remember, bright and warm. you fought the urge to scrunch your nose, hiding your disdain. he tilts his head towards the mercedes garage and you dare to meet his eyes if he spots you, his attention is drawn quickly away by max catching up to him and striking a conversation.

you let a breath out you didn’t know you were holding.

in the first practice, mercedes were leading the pack 1,2. valtteri behind lewis by 0.551 seconds. ahead of both red bulls, the whole garage was happy about that and the ferraris too.

practice 2 did not go as smoothly as you would’ve like it to, or anyone working for mercedes would’ve liked it too. started well, valtteri taking the lead, but after a few laps, the ferrari of kimi räikkönen hit him, sending him into the gravel. causing an uproar of groans from the mercedes garage as trackside engineers and mechanics had to be sent out. it continued after five minutes and didn’t do much changing to the standings. hamilton 1, bottas 3. not bad at all. and you weren’t too mad about daniels 3-place grid penalty.

the day had gone well, as well as any first day, you’d met a some other engineers and crew, but you couldn’t shake the skepticism of you belonging there. you kept telling yourself: you did belong, you did deserve it. you’d a girl named lucy, she was the only female mechanic that you’d seen and you clicked almost immediately in the short time you’d spoken, much easier to talk to someone who knew you deserved to be there, rather than someone who questioned it. she was also australia, but grew up overseas, she had a slight accent when she spoke, later she told you that she grew up in france and recently moved back to australia. you’d impulsively asked her if she wanted a lift to work tommorow and she’d nodded eagerly, admitting she hadn’t yet purchased a car only recently moving and had been catching the bus or getting an uber. figuring offering to drop her home would come off to eager, you walked towards the car park until you went your seperate ways, waving goodbye and exchanging numbers. walking back to your car, just updating yourself on what you missed that day, grace started a new job as well today and no doubt she would have something to say about it.

you hear your name from behind you, faint. you turn around briefly, head just over the left side of your shoulder. you wished you hadn’t. daniel is jogging towards you, your eyes widen as you understand the situation. concluding that turning around and walking to your car faster sounds like the soundest idea in your head. you didn’t want to run, but daniel would catch you otherwise, you ease into a much faster walk. your just about to open your car door, hand on the handle, when you feel his hand on your wrist. all too familiar, all to nostalgic. oh god. you rip your hand out of his grasp and dear to look at his face. so up close after this long.

he’s in more redbull kit, but loose jeans. he hasn’t worn skinny jeans since you got drunk and told him that baggy jeans on men were more attractive. he’s slightly puffed, and his balaclava still indenting his face, his hair messy and slightly damp. he stares at you for a bit. suddenly your aware of your closeness, stepping back, looking away. nobody speaks, it feels like forever, but it’s probably only thirty seconds of silence before you say anything.

“what is it daniel?” you say, exasperated. after all his hatred and ignoring and behaviour, he’s chasing you down after work.

“can we talk?” he asks. his voice is soft. surprisingly so.

you scoff. “why?” you shrug, getting angry now.

“why now, daniel? why not all those times in the past year where i reached out and tried so hard to make the effort and you brushed me off, not taking into account that my mum died and maybe i needed my best friend then. or somebody to be there, but instead you dissapear and then you don’t respond or leave me voicemails late at night saying weird cryptic shit. wanna talk about that daniel? talk about the fucking shit you left me in, shit that i had to deal with all by myself. 3 weeks after she died and you came over, you told me everything would be fine and i fucking believed you. i let you leave, i came to find you after the race and you were just about to fuck somebody else in your drivers room. wanna hear about that? yeah i felt sick, then you dissapeared. i wished you happy birthday daniel, i waited to hear from you. i texted you after every race, do you remember that?”

your raising your voice now, and honestly your grateful he’s not interrupting, this being something you’d wanted to get off your chest for as long as you could remember.

“i told you i was there, FOR YOU, my mum died and i was texting YOU “are you okay”. is that what you wanna talk about? - or is there something else shitty you did between that time and now?”

your voice does not waver and your chin does not wobble, you are stoic and you are profoundly proud of yourself for that fact. he’s getting on your nerves now, giving you a look of pity, you want him to get as angry as you are. you want him to react, to respond.

“well”

he’s speechless, he has no excuse and he knows it. he takes a long, shaky breath out. you look at him, looking down at the ground, begging him to say something. you’d had enough. if he wasn’t going to say something now, he wasn’t ever going to say anything.

you reach for your door handle again, getting the drivers door open and siding in, he puts his body between the door. your legs not yet in the car yet, he stands between them, looking down at you. a position reminiscent of a night you’d wish you could forgot in order to continue to forgot him. he reaches out, wanting to touch your arm. he’s aching for your skin, he’s falling apart and he needs the feeling of you against him to put him back together. you let him, too exhausted to fight back anymore. his hold on your arm is feather light and delicate, his fingers daring to move in slight patterns but he stops himself, he did not have any right to do that.

taking another breath he finally speaks.

“fuck- i- i- know dylan, okay, i know”

you wait for him to continue.

“i know i’ve been a dickhead-“

you interrupt him “still a dickhead”

he lets you, even letting out a small nearly undetectable laugh.

“yeah i know, and i’m not saying we have to be friends again okay, if you don’t want that or whatever. i’m just, when i called you and asked if you were coming to work here and then the shit i sent you after. that was shitty and i don’t want to have to ignore you or hate you from so close up, so i just-“

a breath again.

“i wanted to say that, can we be civil. i won’t talk to you or anything, i just want to be able to look at you without you looking at me like you wished i was dead.”

you’re looking at him, his features growing soft and his eyes growing sad.

“i’d never wish you were dead”

“hah” he lets out

“anyway what i’m trying to say and really dragging out now is that i’m so sorry. i left you and i dissapeared and im so fucking sorry. and i don’t know why i didn’t realise it sooner, maybe it was because i hadn’t seen you in so long that you’d almost become a figment of my imagination, but your here now.” he gestures towards you and him.

“and you’re so real, and it hurts not being able to talk to you. i know it’s all my fault and i don’t to say that. but i miss you dylan. i miss what we had, and i miss when you cared about me. i know that you don’t lo- like me anymore, but please just don’t hate me”

oh god.oh christ. oh fuck. you do care about him. embarrassingly so, you cared about him too much, positively more than he cared about you.

you open your mouth and then shut it again.

“i-“ a deep breath

“i don’t hate you. okay? i never did. it was just still painful to care about like i did.”

that was the most honest thing you’d ever said.

“and for the record, i don’t forgive you, but i can agree to the no malicious action toward eachother.”

“what can i do to make you forgive me?”

you look at him.

“time. a good reason. a proper apology, maybe then”

he squeezes your arm then, a sign of affection. you accept it blindly. and you find yourself climbing out of the car and grabbing his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. it’s like two pieces of a puzzle, the other one been missing that you’d only found one night after a few drinks and he fits perfectly against you, and he’s warm like you remeber, and he smells like you remember and he rests one hand in your hair like you remember and you rest one hand on his back and it’s warmer than it usually is, and your both breathing eachother in, deeply and wholely. trying to consume the other, letting words unsaid be said in breaths taken. his head is next to your ear when he says.

“i’ve missed you so much dylan, you can’t imagine”

he’s shaking slightly, as though your touch is causing him pain. you head nestled into his neck pulls away briefly to look at him again and repeat to him.

“i’ve missed you more than you’d ever know.”

you put your head back into his neck.

“but i cant forgive you.” you can’t let yourself, not after the mental turmoil youve put yourself through for him, because of him. he shakes harder at that comment, and you hold him tighter. tears threatening to fall. you pull away. whiplashed from the emotions seeing him and touching him that brought from you, he is flushed, tears scratch at his eyelids and there is a line between his eyebrows.

“i’ll see you tommorow, i don’t hate you, we’re okay”

it’s a shock that your voice does not crack once in that sentence. an odd string of words by all accounts to people who did not hear the conversation.

“i don’t hate you, i’ll see you tommorow and i’ll look at you nicely” he says it with a slight smile. lifting the mood slightly.

“of course you will, dork” you grin now and so does he, the smile you’d missed so much, that every person on the earth loves.

“thank god you got a new car, i’d worried you’d still be driving that poor toyota corolla” he was referring to your first ever car that you’d gotten a few years second hand and maybe had a few problems

“the mechanic had to pry it out of my dying hands”

“i believe you”

“i’ll see you tommorow”

you open the car door, unrestricted this time. you glance at him one last time and smile, he smiles back. god you’re nearly happy.

“bye dyl” he waves

the nickname slips in so easy and you relish it, the humanness of his behaviour. as soon as you leave the staff car park you’re smiling out the windshield like a fucking idiot.

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[indigoraysoflight]

Some thoughts on...everything that's happened in the last couple of days.

There's a lot of discourse around what was said on the podcast. I have a few thoughts. Feel free to skip this if it doesn't resonate with you. You're entitled to your own perspective based on what you heard. I'm sharing mine.

Unfortunately the small group of fans that "obsess" about NR and his life seem to be the ones that are validating the show and not asking any questions or keeping the room open for disappointment (I'm not directing this at anybody, it's just an observation). It's a small percentage but they're very loud. I haven't met any of them. That being said, there are fans who watch his show and like his show who understand the boundary between his character and his personal life.

It's important to be mindful of the media you consume. Most shippers and fans have been asking valid questions (respectfully). You're investing your time, money and emotional capacity into a show. If you feel like it's not doing a good job then you have every right to ask questions and decide to withhold or withdraw your investment if the answers don't appeal to you.

The questions that were brought up were ones that could've been tackled really well if they had a competent marketing strategy.

How did he get to France?

The strike complicated things, but there were ways to adhere to guidelines and lean on the resources they had at hand to tease this question months before the show premiered, in a way that hooked the audience and didn't talk down to them like they were being "difficult".

Instead of choosing to ignore the biggest question they were getting consistently, they could've utilized it for the show's promotion.

Daryl finally took a bath. Why did he finally take a bath? (Or something along those lines. It was hard to discern)

I'm tired of 'Daryl finally took a bath' joke and understand his frustration here. But the big issue is that the bath was whittled down to shipbaiting fuel when it could've been a strong and powerful scene on its own – featuring Daryl alone.

It had the potential to be a scene where Daryl was put under a microscope and not in a voyeuristic way.

A moment where Daryl sat quietly, took stock of all his scars, contemplated his life and where he was. Norman would've done a great job communicating the nuances there. A quiet scene to amplify the feeling of hopelessness, his discomfort about forming a reluctant alliance, and his feeling of displacement.

A defining moment to prove it was about Daryl. Not anyone else. But Daryl, who was alone again after he left behind his found family with the complacent trust that "they would always be there" and now had to face the possibility that he would never see them again.

It would've been deeply vulnerable yet relatable to many. It would've given a peek into Daryl's mind and forced the audience to slow down and understand the gravity of his situation.

People asking genuine questions about the show are not doing it to attack anyone. They're not doing it to be nitpicky or difficult. They're doing it to get information on key aspects of the show that they need to understand before investing in it. It can be seen as mindless criticism or it can be seen as an opportunity to improve the show in areas where there are glaring issues.

Implying that the fans who are asking repetitive questions are hysterical instead of looking at what's being said means they're making a show that he likes, not a show that takes their core audience's expectations into consideration.

Which is definitely something they can do if they want to. They're entitled to it. It makes a statement.

But statements don't keep shows running on TV – audiences do.

#caryl #darylneedscarol #caryl spinoff #my thoughts