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thisbipuff-isaswiftie · 2 years

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Hi!!

I want to request a Shawn angst imagine, please.

Something about sylvie or someone from his team talking about the reader behind her/they back and she/they feeling angry and telling shawn but he didn't believe it and having a fight but then he heard them talking bad about the reader again and trying to apologize, you decide if the end.

Only if you're comfortable to do it, love the work! Keep going!

Thanks for the request, honey!!!!!

I'm sorry if this is not that good, but I really hope u like it~

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Big Deal | Shawn Mendes

Warning: Angst, fights, cursing.

Containing: boyfriend!Shawn, girlfriend!reader, Jerk!Shawn, Artist!Reader

pairing: You and shawn mendes

You loved Shawn so much. You have been his girlfriend for 19 months now and now as you remembered how you had met, you laughed hysterically. You met him at an art exhibition, where he came, disguised in a black hoodie, a cap, and a mask. You had run into him while staring at the paintings on the wall, and almost screamed when you saw him like that. At first, you thought he was a thief or something, and seeing you freak out, he thought you had recognized him. So he had quickly pulled you aside and made you calm down.

You remembered the way you were so confused when he said that you knew who he was and he begged you to not tell anybody. But seeing your confused face, he pulled down his mask-making your mouth shut and your eyes wide. Honestly, you weren't a big fan of him back at that time, you never liked pop so you never even knew him as such. But you had heard of him from your friends and knew very well just who he was and why he had pulled you aside. When you had figured out just what had happened and the misunderstanding, you laughed out loud. Too loud.

He had raised his eyebrows and stared at you as you held your stomach as you laughed, which you knew was a not-so-beautiful sight. "What? Are you those insane kinds?" He had asked to which you stopped laughing and shook your head, looking at him disapprovingly. He didn't have a right to call people insane or judge them like that. So you gave him a piece of your mind and left him staring at you like an antelope in headlights. When you were looking at a mind-blowing piece of painting, he stood beside you, his disguise intact. He had said something clever and cocky and then after a small pause, apologized to you. You smiled at his sweet apology and the small smile he had delivered you. You were suddenly feeling this weird feeling in your chest.

And well, that's when you started hanging out more. After two coffees, a walk to the library, and a guitar session he had finally kissed you and asked you out. You were so happy, and till now everything was going great.

Well now...

You were a bit concerned about Shawn. He had been a bit distant and had canceled your last three dates. You already knew the obstacles that were going to come along with dating a celebrity such as him. You knew he was busy with his album and he had been getting a lot of hate, and you understood that he needed space. But you just wanted him to know that you were there for him.

You were waiting for him at your home, watching another episode of B99, and drinking coffee. When you heard the door opening, your head quickly turned, and you got up, slowly walking towards the door. There he was, your Shawn, coming in hanging his keys and hanging his coat. He looked so exhausted.

You sighed and walked towards him, taking his face in your hands as a yawn came across his lips. He quickly shook it off as he felt your soft hands caressing his cheeks. "Oh hi." He said and gave you a lop-sided and a sleepy smile. "You're still awake?" He said, his brows scrunching. You chuckled softly and brought his face towards yours and gave him a peck. "I missed you," You said softly, "and I hadn't seen you in a few days."

"What?" He said, his voice laced with a bit of aggravation. "We just had breakfast yesterday, together." You sighed a bit and stepped away from me. "You know what I mean,"

"No I don't!"

"Well, a bite of toast, a kiss to my forehead, and telling me you're going to be late and getting out of the house in less than 30 seconds, when I made bacon and pancakes for you is not having breakfast together."

Shawn groaned and stormed off, making your blood boil. You breathed in sharply and walked after him, "What the hell Shawn!?" Shawn rolled his eyes and plopped down on your couch, a small smirk passing his face for a second when he heard the title track of B99 playing on the TV. "You can't just walk away like that!"

"Well, guess what? I did!"

Your teeth gritted and you gave him a murderous look. You didn't like how Shawn was behaving with you, this is not how he acted with you. And you hated it. Didn't he realize that he was hurting you? "You know what? Fuck you." You stormed off to your bedroom, and took his pillow and his quilt and threw it across the room in the hall. "HEY!" You slammed the bedroom door and groaned out loudly.

You did not plan your night to go this way.

You sat on the bed, looking at the light that came from the living room through the small space between the door and the floor.

You sighed, your chest thudding loudly. Hugging your knees close to your chest, and you let out a shuddering breath, as a tear fell from your eye. You shook your head at your ridiculousness, and wiped your tear. It was confusing to you why you were being so emotional over this fight. It seemed small, didn't it?

But it wasn't.

This wasn't how you wanted your fights to go, fights that would lead you both to drift apart, and eventually, your relationship would fall apart...

The thoughts made you feel that your heart was being pulled apart. You looked at the light that escaped the small gap. Why did your relationship suddenly feel like that? Darkness had surrounded you, and the escaped light was really close but too far away to engulf you into happiness again. That light was Shawn. And it was almost as if he had forgotten to engulf you. And it was slowly killing you.

Before you know it, sleep had consumed you, with those burning thoughts still fresh in your mind.

.....

"Hey, honey."

You hugged your coat over your chest and spared Shawn a glance. You had woken up to a cold and empty bed, disappointing you. You didn't think Shawn would stretch it till the morning. That was until you smelled the sweet scent of maple syrup and pancakes. Realizing Shawn's plan to lure you into forgiving him, you rolled your eyes. If he thought that pancakes was going to make you ease up, then he was miserably mistaken.

He knew that you never liked fights left like this, with so much tension in the air that it pressured your heart. He knew that you preferred to talk it out and apologize to each other, and not leave it just like that. You had sighed and got up, freshened up.

You heard Shawn sigh and groan slightly as you went through your mail. You saw one addressed to Shawn. You looked up, looking at the creases on Shawn's forehead. "You have mail." You said, monotonously. You walked towards him, and he looked at you hopefully.

But you didn't give in, not just yet. You were too angry at him but didn't want to give him attention. You still wanted to hit him and scream at him because of last night and what he made you feel. And yeah, you also wanted to get the argument over with and just hug him. But you didn't.

Shawn didn't know if he was right or if he was wrong. What he did was fully flawed, and he didn't realize it. You had always been a bit touchy. It was your way of receiving and giving love. Through physical touch. Unfortunately, it was one of your insecurities as well. You had been brushed off as annoying so many times because of your habits, it hurt you. So you had given Shawn a warning, no let me scratch that. So many warnings.

This fight wasn't exactly related to that, but it still made the insecurities and that same unsafe or lets say, not belonging feeling around you.

Shawn hadn't forgotten that, but he wasn't sure if it was exactly his fault. I mean, you did know how busy he gets. So after a busy day, he might want a bit space, didn't he?

But he didn't want this fight to last this long, either. He was keeping a party at their house, tomorrow night. He didn't want anybody to talk about your relationship or its problems. He didn't want anything new to stir up. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

You looked up, your expression was something he couldn't decipher.

"I'm sorry." He said, loud and clear. "It was wrong of me, what I did last night. And I know I have been bailing on you for a long time, and you have been so understanding. I'm sorry,"

You nodded at him. "Just don't do it again." You said, gently. Shawn didn't really understand why your voice sounded so afraid. It wasn't that big of a deal, was it?

"Anyway," Shawn smiled at you and brought up two plates of hot pancakes. "I'm keeping a party tomorrow night, if that's alright with you?" You smiled at him. "Yeah, no problem. Who's coming?"

"You know the usual, the team. Niall, Taylor etc. We wanted to celebrate all the work we've done for the new album."

"Ooh, when are you releasing it?"

"Next month. It's not completed it, but we're very proud of what it has become until now." You looked at him with a proud expression. You were so happy for him. You loved how hard-working he was.

"Okay then," You smiled at him. "You going to the studio, now?" He nodded, "I'll be back by 8. We can binge B99 if you want. Or maybe watch Avengers, since you're so fond of Tom Hiddleston," You giggled and blushed. "And RDJ." You pointed out, and he scoffed, smiling.

He kissed your forehead as you both finished your breakfast, and took your plates putting them in the dishwasher.

After getting ready, he went out the door, giving you your goodbyes and kisses. Still as he stepped out the door, you felt disappointment arousing in the pit of your stomach.

.....

You looked at yourself in the mirror and stared at your outfit. You smiled and adored the slight foxy eyeshadow you had done. You took a deep breath and stepped outside your bedroom door. The party music was roaring down, and you slowly stepped down the stairs. As you stepped onto the second last step, you tried to find Shawn, and spotted him having a drink with two of his friends from the team. You smiled at him as he stared at you. You walked towards him, and noticed him still staring at you. "What?" You asked. "Does this not look good?" You turned your waist, "Should I change?" But he just grinned at you, and pulled in for a kiss.

He left you breathless and smiled at you. "You look fucking stunning, honey."

You blushed under his gaze and hid your face in his chest as it rumbled because of his chuckles. "Such lovebirds." Someone muttered and you looked up to see Niall. "Niall!!" You squeaked and hugged him. "How are you?"

"Perfect, love." He said and smiled at how you had wrapped your hands around his waist. "How are you both?" He asked cheekily.

"Same." Shawn said and kissed your cheek.

"I'm glad."

You looked around and sighed at the crowd. As much as you were proud of Shawn and no matter how many launch parties you go to with him, you never get used to the crowd. It gets overwhelming and makes you anxious. That's why you never actually like coming to these parties yet you did, only for Shawn. You tried not to always stick to him, but always made sure that he was in your eye sight, to make you feel calm and safe.

If he wasn't, then you would look for Niall, Taylor, or one of the other people with whom you were really good friends.

But mostly, it was Shawn.

You were thirsty and wanted to get a drink, so you went to the bar, promising Shawn to meet him at the dance floor.

But when you came back, he wasn't there. You couldn't find him. You looked around the crowd but couldn't spot him. When you looked back at the bar, you saw him with one of his team members. You recognized her immediately. Sylvie.

She had helped Shawn a lot, and you appreciated her for that. But sometimes you felt that maybe she didn't really like you, you tried to tell Shawn but he dismissed you, saying that you're being paranoid and that you haven't just spent that much time.

You sighed as you walked over to him.

"Shawn!" He looked back and saw you. He smiled at you and waved you to come over. You walked towards him with relief on your face. You got close to him and wrapped your arm around his. "Sylvie! How are you?" You asked politely. She smiled grimly, not so excited to see you, and replied, "Great! We're just waiting for the album to be complete and released, aren't we?" She smiled at Shawn and rubbed his arm. You felt extremely uncomfortable as you saw he look at Shawn like that. Your insecurities got up. "I'm so proud of you guys!"

"Yeah, I'm sure you are." She mumbled and scoffed. "Did you say something?" You asked her but Shawn squeezed your hand. "Weren't we going to the dance floor? I'm sorry Sylvie, we'll see you later." He said and smiled at her. She nodded and he grabbed you and you both walked towards the dance floor. "That wasn't polite, Shawn."

"I know."

You both danced calmly into each other's arms. "Shawn, was it just me, or was she rolling her eyes at me?"

He mumbled something under his breath and then looked back at you. "No, sweetheart. She is just in a bad mood, her boyfriend and she got into a fight before coming here." You nodded. You looked up at him and sighed as you saw his beautiful brown eyes.

You sighed and kept your head on his chest as you both swayed from side to side to the soft rhythm of the music. "I love you." You whispered gently as comfort laced you both like a graceful ribbon. Shawn kissed your forehead, his lips lingering over the crown of your head. "I love you the most.." He breathed, as the scent of your hair reached him. His eyes fluttered shut and he pulled you even close, If that was possible.

You took deep breaths as you found yourself finally in your beloved's arms. It was rare. Very rare. And you wanted to make the most out of this moment. An unsettling feeling had rested in your chest, that any moment this is going to be ripped from you. He is going to be ripped apart from you. And you will be crushed again.

You entwined your hand into his' as the music ended and he was obliged to go and meet more guests. He gave you an apologetic smile, but you weren't going to leave him. You went along with him even if exhaustion had taken over your legs. You felt so much safer with him. His cheering voice always comforted you, it kept your anxiety at bay.

You both walked towards the bar again. You smiled at him and left his hand. You wanted to pee. So you stepped across but as soon as you closed your stall, some voices started speaking. Familiar voices.

"I mean did you see her tonight?"

"mhmm."

"Fuckin whore, can't even dress properly."

You tried to restrain your gasp as you recognized the voice. Sylvie.

"Poor Shawn, he must've had to deal with her."

"I know right? She's so useless. Always clinging to him like a puppy."

"She's only with him for clout. Clingy bitch."

"God, Shawn deserves so much better."

"Someone like you, Sylvie?"

"Oh shut up." She giggled. "Maybe."

Your blood boiled as you heard all those words, but your heart ached. Tears started to spill out of your eyes as you tried to keep your breath calm. Shawn deserves so much better. Was it true? Were you that clingy?

You heard the door close shut and that's when you broke down. Tears started to pour down your eyes, rolling down your cheeks. You held your forearms as your chest shuddered at thought of Shawn leaving you. You tried to keep your cries in but your ears started to hurt and your throat started to dry as you gasped for breath.

Your head was aching and your dress felt too tight now. Why was this happening to you? You wanted to yell for Shawn but then you thought about you being a burden to him.

And besides, you looked like a fucking disaster. You didn't want to ruin Shawn's rep like that.

.....

Shawn was a bit frustrated with you. You still doubted Sylvie, and it bothered him. She was such a sweet person and a great colleague. Why did you always seem to dislike her? It always annoyed him- you trying to point out some imaginary things about her. Sylvie was rolling her eyes at me; she was giving me a weird look; I think she doesn't like me; Your complaints were endless.

Niall furrowed his eyebrows at the crowd, and then looked back towards Shawn. "Shawn?" Shawn stirred his drink. "Yeah?"

"Where's Y/n?"

"Bathroom. Why?"

"Don't you think its been a long time?"

"Um-"

"Shawn you know what happens during these parties don't you?"

"Yes but-"

"Shawn go check on her or I will burst into the girl's washroom and sing Stitches."

"Ok, ok! Fine." Shawn breathed and looked around the crowd again. He breathed when he realized it had been a long time since you came. He got up and walked through the crowd, just to make sure that you weren't locked in the crowd. But you were nowhere to be seen. Shawn's heart rate started to increase. He was marching up to the ladies washroom.

Just as he went forward, trying not to bump into more drunk people- Shawn halted as a person came right in front of him. "Hi, Shawn~" He looked down to see Sylvie standing with a drink in her hand, a giddy expression on her face. "How are you?" She asked in a squeaky voice. She caressed his shoulder, going to his bicep. But Shawn was in a hurry to even process what she was doing.

"Sylvie-"

"Oh, I love it when you say my name." She said, breathily. Shawn gave her a weird look and then looked at the washrooms, they seemed so far away. "Sylvie, I have to go-"

"No please wait-" She held onto his hand. But Shawn twisted his hand out of her grasp and ran out of there. He burst into the washroom and heard small gasps and soft sobs. Shawn's heart broke; He took quick steps toward the stall and knocked. He heard a sharp gasp-- "Y/n? Honey?"

"Hello?" You squeaked out, keeping a small hope that it wasn't Shawn. "Sweetie, please open the door. For me?" You sighed and your breath shuddered. It was undoubtedly him. This was perfect- you felt even worse. You couldn't hide and you didn't have a mirror to fix yourself.

You wanted to dig a hole and die.

But you didn't have a choice now. Shawn looked up as the door clicked and you stepped out. Shawn cupped your face and studied it- you were an absolute mess.

"Shawn-"

Shawn shushed you and wiped the tears on your cheeks and kissed the red skin right under your eyes. You shivered as his cold lips touched your cheeks, and you closed your eyes as he pulled away.

"Why were you crying?" He asked directly. And you looked at the ground- You really didn't want to tell him, and lying wasn't an option because he could tell your tell on your fourth date. "Um,

I was in the stall- when some girls came into the bathroom. They started to talk- and um," You looked around uncomfortably. "I realized it was Sylvie and her friends. They said some things about me."

Shawn raised his eyebrows, "oh? What kind of things?"

"She called me a whore, and said that I was a clingy bitch and never left your side. She said that you must be," you took a deep breath. "Miserable with me." Shawn ran his hands through his hair. He couldn't believe that Sylvie would say this.

He couldn't believe that you were making these accusations.

"Are you sure it was her?" He asked. You furrowed your eyebrows. "Of course, I recognized her voice."

"But you didn't see her, did you?"

"Shawn-"

"No! Why did you always try to convince me that Sylvie hates you?"

You were completely taken back. How could he ask you this?

"You always try to tell me how bad she is-"

"I never told you that!" You shouted.

"But weren't you trying to? Weren't you? Why do you dislike her? She is one of the sweetest people I have ever met- can't you at least try to like her? At least to support me! I mean you have been nothing but unsupportive recently!" He spat at you. Your blood boiled as you heard his words. Unsupportive? "And that you bring Sylvie into all of this? God, y/n."

"Unsupportive?" You breathed. "Did you just call me unsupportive? How could you- I've always been supportive of you! I never complained when you come home so late and never texted me- I never got angry at you when you would ignore me- I always supported you through your tantrums-"

"What the fuck do you mean??"

"I'm your fucking girlfriend Shawn! I'm not your punching bag or your booty call! That whenever you want me I'll be there for you~ But it's not the way around. I always understand that your career can't always make you available, but I can't always be like this! I can't take it anymore!"

"And the fact that you don't believe me and don't fucking trust me is just-"

"God, you're such an ordinary girl," he mumbled under his breath. You looked at him, betrayal laced in your eyes. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" You asked him quietly. "You're such an ordinary girl!"

You were taken aback by his statement. An ordinary girl?

But you stayed quiet, that was your harshest answer. You were exhausted. You were tired by his actions, his expectations, and what you have faced. You couldn't do it anymore.

"If you can't handle this ordinary girl, then maybe you shouldn't be with her." You said with unshed tears in your eyes. "Maybe you should be with someone like Sylvie."

"It will be easy. She wants to be with you anyway." You said.

"What the fuck do you mean?"

You just shook your head and got out of there.

.....

Shawn was aggravated, how could you accuse Sylvie of saying such things? Shawn stormed off from the washroom after you did. His head wasn't straight at the time. Anger and frustration was running through his veins like poison. And what did you mean by that last thing you said?

"She wants to be with you anyway."

Alcohol was affecting his mind as the echo of your words ran through his ears. His head was getting dizzy. Shawn looked at the crowd and didn't find you. He panicked for awhile then remembered that you must've gone back home. Shawn wanted to ease off tonight, he had been working hard week after week. So many sleepless nights without you in his arms and he missed you so much.

But all of those sleepless nights had caught up on him and he just wanted to rest when he came back home. He didn't expect to get into that fight with you- and all that anger just wanted to be vented off.

So well, maybe Shawn realized that he had acted a bit inconsiderate.

And maybe cruel.

But she would forgive him wouldn't she?

Shawn somehow got engulfed in the crowd and was getting bumped constantly by the dancing cluster of people. He heard weird voices and someone very familiar trying to talk to him. "Shawn, buddy? Where is y/n? Are you okay?"

Shawn dismissed them and tried dancing off. Suddenly, he got pulled by someone and they started dancing with him. "Hey, Shawn." He heard someone say flirtatiously. He felt his cheeks being caressed. "Sylvie?"

"Hi silly, come on dance with me!" She said and took Shawn's hands and placed it them on her waist. "What are you doing?" Shawn asked, drunkenly. "Dancing with you, sweetie." She whispered in his ear. Shawn felt disgusted but he couldn't tell her that. He didn't want to dance with her, he wanted to dance with you. "Wait, Sylvie- I need to find y/n."

But she kept a hold on his hands. "Why? I'm here, aren't I? Anyway she left you alone." She said bitterly. "What do you mean? We just had a fight- and she said some bizarre things."

"She thought that you wanted to be with me! That's so absurd. You don't like me do you?"

Sylvie stayed silent which made Shawn panic. "Sylvi-"

She pulled him closer and whispered against his lips. "What if I do?"

Suddenly Shawn's new song started playing. It was supposed to be a surprise for you.

i wonder if you're real

Do i speak the truth or do i filter how i feel?

I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

To live inside a world that isn't black and white?

Shawn felt Sylvie's cold lips against the corner of his mouth and his whole body filled with disgust and shame. It felt wrong. It felt so wrong.

He wrote this song for you, he wanted to dance on this song with you. But you weren't here and it was all his fault. He hated himself because these words were written for you, were supposed be adored by you right now. Yet they were getting betrayed.

His heart shattered as he realized what was happening. His mind sobered up and he pushed Sylvie away with utter horror. He ran away to find you. Hoping you were home.

You weren't though.

You were walking down the quiet streets, getting drenched in rain. Tears were pouring down your face. You were so thankful that because of the rain nobody could distinguish whether the drops of water on your face were either raindrops or salty tears.

In the middle of this rain, that once you would've called so beautiful, your heart had been crushed and now fear had built. Was this the end? Were you and Shawn over?

You didn't want to think of that. But how could you not? He had totally disregarded you, over and over again. And you realized that a half-assed apology wouldn't work this time. You loved him so much.

Oh, you loved him dearly, but you had dignity and self-respect. And you were not going to let Shawn's cruel actions and your love for him to get between your self-dignity.

You sat down on one of the benches. Your sobbing wasn't stopping and you had given up now. You looked up and glanced around- The streetlights were lit, rain was dancing on the ground, and everything else was quiet.

You would've loved this. It would've been so romantic- but right now you felt empty.

Suddenly, you heard panting. Your eyes widened and you tried not to be frantic. What was it? A wild dog? "Thank god, I couldn't find you anywhere."

Your throat tightened. Shawn.

"That was the motive, Shawn." You said coldly. You didn't want to look at him. So you didn't realize that even he was crying.

"Please look at me, baby."

"What do you want?"

"You, back. Please." You stayed silent. "Love, I- When you left I got drunker and Sylvie danced with me. She-She tried to kiss me-"

Your eyes filled with tears once again. "I- You were right, baby. When she tried to kiss me, my song started to play. A new song, that I wrote for you- I didn't realize that I was hurting you and then I realized that I couldn't lose you. Those words, that-that music was composed for you, and all I wanted was you there, to be with me, in my arms to dance to that song. You're all I ever wanted, a-and I'm so sorry that I have been a total jerk to you, and I understand that you have been so patient with me and I have been taking you for granted."

"Glad you realized that."

"I'm so sorry, honey. Please give me another chance."

You stayed quiet. What he said melted your heart but you were stronger than that. You took in a deep breath albeit shaky. Restraining yourself from crying you got up, your knees weak. "Shawn, I-"

"I cannot forgive you." And because of the silence, both of your hearts shattering were audibly clear. "Just yet."

"I need time, Shawn. What you did- You didn't trust me! Your own girlfriend. I cannot forgive you just yet, and neither can I make myself trust you again. Not just like that. If you expected me to come back into your arms instantly then you were mistaken, Shawn." You said softly.

"I need time to think. And its better for now if you don't contact me for a few days." You slowly turned around. "It's best if you go back. Please take care of yourself." You said and walked away with a heavy heart.

Shawn watched as you walked away. He knew the damage he had done. He loved you so much, and he wasn't strong enough to pay the price. To stay away from you.

But he had to.

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Thanks to-

@academiaghosts

who wanted to be tagged in every one of my fics!

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wolfsbanesparks · 11 months

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If Captain Marvel ever got his own animated show, what voice/voice actor would fit him in your opinion? I kind of like him sounding like Jake Peralta from B99 bc of his childish nature or John Mulaney bc of that old radio voice appeal.

This is such a tough question to answer because there are so many amazingly talented voice actors out there but I know so few of them.

I totally agree that Cap should have a certain youthfulness to his voice (and old timey radio voice is such a cool concept too). But I also tend to think of him as having a deeper voice than Jake Peralta or John Mulaney, partly for the contrast between him and Billy and partly because I think it would sound...comforting? Is that the word I'm looking for?

I kind of think Travis Wilingham would be a good Captain Marvel. I've seen a lot of his work (and even met him a couple times at conventions) so I know he can bring that youthful somewhat childish part of the character, the high energy of it, while also being able to do more serious parts where the more divine aspects of the Captain come to the forefront.

And it goes without saying that Billy would have a separate voice actor. I don't know who though. I really liked the voice used in Superman Shazam the Return of Black Adam, but I'm not sure the actor could still do the voice now that he's older. (If he can that's gonna be my pick).

Thanks for this really fun ask!

And if anyone wants to share their ideas for who could play Cap, Billy, or anyone else in the Marvel family I'd love to hear it!

#ask me whatever you want y'all #shazam #billy batson #dc captain marvel #voice acting #travis willingham #i think voice acting should be done by voice actors rather than regular actors #even if they aren't as famous as other actors

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philtstone · 4 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

thank you so much to the lovely @tllgrrl for tagging me! without further ado ...

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

as of this one, 197! i have been on these fanfic streets for roughly ten years, it all tends to accumulate

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,056,672 ..... do with that what u will

3. What fandoms do you write for?

yall, this is a prolonged list. i dont think theres been a source material ive written for once that i dont randomly write for again every so often. i have 1-2 big phases per year, usually. just go look at my ao3 dashboard sdlkfjldskf

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

to the surprise of absolutely no one, all five are from the age old skywalker happy trash family au. thanks for being so consistent star wars fandom, ur all real ones <3 but also my writing has improved so much since then that occasionally the hingeless urge to go back and re-write every fic in that verse is real

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try my best to! every so often life gets in the way, but especially in the last few years, i really try to engage with comments as much as i can. ive also been lucky enough to write in pretty small fandoms for the last couple years (ironically, given ive been in my second m*rvel era) so replying to comments has been a lot more intimate and friendly anyway

6. What is a fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

i was going to say "i dont know" because for the most part -- and especially my more recent fics -- everything ends up pretty consistently bittersweet. then i remembered vintage phil: "we want to live by each other's happiness", or the b99 captain america au

7. What’s a fic you've written with the happiest ending?

i tend to very consistently write things with shades of happy and sad. that said, some of my favourite purely "happy ending" fics include:

"easy, easy (my man and me)"

"i found a dream"

"hark the bluebells"

"i believe in you and in our hearts"

8. Do you get hate on fics?

eh, not really. i dont generally write chapter fic with controversial enough plot points and the unresolved nature of updating chapters to generate true "hate". i have gotten some really bizarre comments where one has to wonder what was going through the commenter's head when typing it all out, but most of those are not things that stick.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

not me feeling emotional abt my ao3 tenure .... 15 yr old me would have such a different answer ...

i write often and (i hope) as authentically as possible about lived-in romantic relationships, and as ive gotten older it has felt more and more organic to include scenes in and around sexual intimacy where appropriate. i dont think most people would classify that as "smut", though.

10. Do you write crossovers?

if i am writing an au, it is a true au, with the single and sole exception of the force sensitive claire au, which is, on a technicality, a crossover

it also is, on much less of a technicality, unfinished ...

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of and i certainly hope not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not to my memory

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

the closest ive ever come to this was, actually, writing the b99 cap au with maya Back In The Day. our tumblr messages used to just be draft upon draft of scenes evolving in real time. but never formally. friends are an integral part of the fic writing process tho

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

the world should know i am an anne-gil truther. blueprint if there ever was one

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

sadly, probably "happiness, like those palaces in fairy tales"; my beloved small time constance-centered parks-flavoured musketeers au .... my writing style has just changed so much since, and it was such a huge undertaking. i still have half of the unpublished anne/aramis flashback chapter saved in my google docs though.

16. What are your writing strengths.

ive been told im good at prose! and writing from childrens' pov, which i am fond of doing, though in a tragic turn of events i havent done much of it recently

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

as i see it, sometimes i dont know when less is needed for a fic to be more. often, this comes from a lack of clarity on my end re: what the fic is trying to be -- OR when im trying to write about something i dont really know. at the end of the day, though, this problem recurs because fanfic is supposed to be fun, so something being a bit too messy and a bit too long is not a huge deal to me. hopefully its also not a huge deal to my readers!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic.

u can pry doing this from my cold dead hands. & are also always free to criticize my phrasing and translations, lol, except for that one time i made bucky barnes speak farsi, which is a language i actually know

19. First fandom you wrote for?

star trek aos, baybeeeee

20. Favorite fic you’ve written.

IMPOSSIBLE QUESTION. i love many of my children equally!

here are some all-timers from those fics which i have not mentioned yet:

hopeful./summertime

and there's a keepsake my mother gave me

then she'll be a true love of mine

just to hear the nightbird singin'

my daddy was a prominent frogman

thank u so much for the tag my friend! i had heaps of fun. tagging @firstelevens, @sesamestreep, @sennenrose and @flyinghome-againstthewind as well as anyone else interested!

#my writing #these are too many fandoms to tag lol

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lockwood-art · 1 year

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B99 screen caps but make it our Star Wars ttrpg group - (Praz again ft Bo our poor pilot)

#my art #praz #Bo #star wars oc #oc art #star wars #twi’lek #zabrak #source: b99 #drifters

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rhaenyyras · 1 year

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thanks for tagging me @missingspaceships

Last song: don’t swallow the cap - the national

Last show: daisy jones and the six :)

Currently watching: the mandalorian, new girl, and also rewatching b99

Currently reading: the winter of the witch - katherine arden

Current obsession: djats (playing the songs on repeat!!), steddie, boba tea, and playing stray on ps4

tagging: @kermitsleftnipple @shrimply-a-menace @hammity-hammer @steddielations @hardboiledleggs @enbyeddiemunson @missikagirl @sinewilin @corrodedbisexual @peytonsawycrs and anyone else who wants to do it 🖤

#ask game #asks #tumblr ask games

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sainzcaleruega · 1 year

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Get to know me

okay so hi! i'm Dominika, you can call me Do or Domi or whatever xo, im 23 years old atm and i live in the netherlands. im half dutch/half polish and 100% insane.

for my astro girlies: my sun is in sag, moon is in leo and im a cap rising. im an astro noob but im super into it so hmu if you want to talk about it <3

im currently super obsessed with f1 and my main loves are:

carlos sainz jr,

charles leclerc,

george russell

mick schumacher.

also total tv show nerd with a main love for sitcoms with a few of my faves being:

new girl

himym/himyf

b99

parks and rec

the office

im always down for a chat about anything and everything so dont be a stranger, i love interacting with people here <3

#get to know me #finally got around to it #might edit this a few times cause im dumb lol #ily all <3

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dearreader · 1 year

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so y’all know how roy wears his coat like a fucking cape because he’s ✨dramatic & edgy✨

i like to think in the b99 au he wears jake’s leather jacket like a cap because he thinks it’s cool and he likes to rip it off for dramatic affect when he makes a point

#him and his long dramatic coat #cape coat #fmaxb99 #roy mustang #kelly has a hyperfixation #kelly watches brooklyn nine nine #jake peralta #fullmetal alchemist

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claudia-kishi · 1 year

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the post about joan and dude from glass onion is funny bc one of the screen caps is literally from set it up and then there are people adding to it with b99 characters which completely ruins the idea lmao there are more characters in the world besides your annoying shitty cops

#anyways happy new year m #i had to extend vacation out bc of southwest so rip #gifs shall make a comeback soooon

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fireh0es · 8 months

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incorrect 911 screencaps part 4.5/?

#911 on fox #911 fox #911 on abc #911 abc #incorrect 911 quotes #incorrect 911 screencaps #incorrect 911 #henrietta wilson #howard han #911 chimney #911 hen #athena grant #source: b99 2x2 #the funniest part of getting these caps is watching eddie back into a balloon tower and get scared before proceeding to try to stab them #all because the kids scared the hell out of him #buck staring at the ceiling and giggling as he wanders away #hen just s t a r i n g at everything the whole time #she was blowing air into her mic in the truck #bro was mystified by everything

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silentxxsoul · 2 years

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The 'this fandom is undefeated and Tim owes us all royalties' reaction dump:

I'm not kidding the way this fandom can sus out what they do and the amount of times they pull from us...Tim have your people reach out for a place to send my check 🥰

This, much like every week during football season is going to be a literal mess as I divide my attention once again. I feel like the Burnie meme, tbh - but it's not my fault the Chiefs play tonight and like its RAIDERS WEEK so what am I supposed to do here?

((pretend I have a modicum of an attention span))

Also: quick predictions to get out of my head:

The bike scene is going to end on a cliffy - we won't actually know if Buck gets squished until next week [if true sedate me fam]

Hen is going to be doing a lot of work to try and set up retaking her exam and/or pushing on to next year with the added caveat that she has to retake the course she failed. Can she do this? No idea, I do corporate/adminy things so...

We get a Hen/Denny moment

The lie Eddie catches Denny in is going to be relatively tame - I'm thinking like lying to miss school because of an assignment he forgot or he broke something relatively expensive and doesn't want his dad to panic.

Alternatively he lies to protect his dad - like he gets in trouble at school because someone makes a bad comment that relates to his dad (racist, possibly homophobic if they make inference about Buck being involved...) and lies about either his involvement or what it was really over. Or even if he's being bullied and doesn't want his dad to get upset like with Ana.

Eddie and Hen/Karen/Both bonding over parenting; or even bonding with Bobby and Athena over parenting

Low key I'm about to go back to streaming on Hulu if only to stop seeing Derek Schmidt's ugly, lying, racist, misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic ass face on my TV

The ranger narrating is kinda funny, kinda creepy ngl

I REFUSE to believe that is possible I mean - the CGI on that vaulting back over ???? Babes. Baaaaaaaaaabes.

Captain Hen again ahhhh ♥♥♥

Pls don't lose another one pls pls pls

Bro you can't hit on her right now oh my godddd 🤣 It's giving B99 'Number 5 killed my brother' vibes lmao

BUCKLEY SIBLING MOMENT ON MY SCREEN YES

no no nanny buck could be good

Actually please someone fic that

Skipping science club? The kid who loves science? uh oh

BOBBY CALLING HEN CAP I CAN'T

WAIT NO HEN IT'S A TRAP

RUN

Karen snitched so fast, I love her

Bobby knowing she needs to recharge but knowing she'll never take it willingly

"Just say no" - oh that's gonna be a recurring theme I can feel it

Ok they're adorable

Mr. Fixer is gonna want to do whatever he can regardless of how it actually affect him, isn't he?

Eddie is two seconds from panicking over his kid growing up naturally he needs to deflect to a despondent Buck and boy does his husband need a hug rn

Also can we talk about how easily he believed that Chris would go to Buck over him i mean they're so relationship shaped ?????

Well, this is the drunk driver call and we know that later Buck is fine at Hen's house - so unless that was a dream--

WAIT

THE COMA THING

COULD HEN BE A COMA THING ????????/

--also that fucking bone out of his face I'm gonna vomit--

The song choice oh my god yesssss

Chim put your belt on you are making me so freaking nervous

Buck, babe I can't believe that worked either

"straight to jail"

Kick of timeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

look at my lil Bobby Witt jr banging the drum 🥰

OBLIGATORY FUCK THE RAIDERS

It's been :45 seconds and there's already a flag for a chop block. I have a feeling this is going to be a looooong game

If we don't get Buck reflecting on almost getting creamed by the car I'm going to be very upset. Which, isn't unusual for this show but still.

Eddie and his dad having a productive conversation? That is self deprecating in the right ways?!!!!!??!?!?!? IN THIS ECONOMY ?

with words of WISDOM TOO

Why are Buck's arms so biiiiiiiiig in that shirt I mean

Bro, does he ever 💀

he's giving Buck a sweet out, and honestly I'm glad they circled back because yea it was an odd way to ask him to father their child but at the same time having someone from his past call him a good person? That has so, so much weight!!

Buck always talks about his upgrades but he forgets he was always a good person. It isn't like he just started being a good guy with Abby, but a lot of the time I feel like the character does think that, when in reality there were small things about himself he had to refine (thank you Dr. Copeland) but none of those made him inherently bad. It speaks to his self esteem issues and idk if they're going to really give enough attention to how weighty that should have been for Buck.

Ok this next call is going to be so rough for me idk if I can watch this

Yall it was like 4th and 3 on the opposite 30 and you Adams torch you for a TD ???

At first I wasn't too sure about the new dispatcher (I blame Jonah) but I wonder if he's going to fill May's role while we get to watch her explore college life. Honestly I'd love that for them

God this must be so hard for Maddie to listen too

THE COP JUMP SCARED ME HOLY FUCK

ooooooooooohhhh the Hen/Buck scene is coming yessss

Is that a little Lizzo I hear okay, alright I see you

What a way to break into that lmao

"Donor not dad" 😔😭

Patty pls keep feeding Kelce

I'm gonna need yall to drop all the happy Dad!Buck fics ASAP pls and thank you

I really need a Buck-Eddie convo stat like I'm not asking Tim

WILL SOMEONE TEACH MAHOMES HOW TO SLIDE JFC 😂

The obvious PI goes uncalled, shocker

Wait the dog was THIS episode

Buck passed out at her table

"Are you two drunk?"

"Absolutely"

PLS I CANNOT WITH HIM

If by protective custody you mean the firehouse, I approve

"You did math in your HEAD..."

Oh no the Diaz boys are fighting no I don't like this

Honestly big props to Eddie for realizing the conversation was veering into unproductive territory and realizing he needed to take a step back and regroup before getting on the same level as Christopher by sitting in front of him to continue the discussion. Also meeting in the middle and compromising instead of just punishing, and understanding what Chris needed in that moment versus what Eddie was taught growing up.

Hey Chiefs defense I'm gonna need yall to get a stop here please and thank you

If we don't get a Buck-Eddie or a Buck-Maddie scene talking over this sperm donor dilemma I'm going to have to do a fix it fic, I stg

A practical exam ??? Ooooooooohhhhhh shit. Is this going to be going on while she's saving Karen and Denny at the lab? It is, isn't it.

Please don't, please let her fucking nail this

HE KEPT THE DOG

HE KEPT THE DOGGGGGGGGGGG

He's going to do it, isn't he? And it's gonna hit a road block with the Daniel stuff, isn't it?

If not I want this to parlay into Buck having an awakening of wanting a fam and Eddie pointing out he has a fam and like maybe a husband already idk

JFC The Chiefs are playing like their 2009 selves tonight and this is not the vibe

Anyway now I gotta go make a fucking fix it because we got no maddie or eddie insight and like, those are two of the most important people in his life and I refuse to believe he didn't talk to them about what was going on in his head at that time

10/10 loved it tho, so ya know. This season has been phenomenal so far ahhhhhhhhhhhh

#911 fox #911 spoilers #911 fox spoilers #this is a literal mess and im so sorry if anyone actually clicks into it #whoopsie

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OH MY GOD HOW DID I NOT REMEMVER MY DREAM TROM LAST NOGHT ONE SEC OKOK

Had a dream i was at a wake for my abusive ex art teacher. It was at his villa on a mountainous region (think modern home style). His house was decorated with his paintings. I think he gave me lashings for not art-ing right.

With my parents and the dude’s son shows up. His son is Marc Evan Jackson, the guy who played Cap Holt’s husband from B99. He arrived with his significant other, Batman. I was like, ok… I wondered why he was in costume, but I figured Marc knew his civilian identity so it was fine.

Marc started talking to me about his father, and I brought up what a piece of shit he was. Marc apologized to me as be looked away, while the narrator told me he “didn’t actually have any personal experience so he couldn’t relate,” but it was heavily implied that the narrator was lying.

Anyways, Marc told me his father left me nothing. I was upset, as I was hoping to profit from selling one of his original works. However, he did hand me a leather bound 12x12 sketchbook filled to the brim with sketches. Marc told me his father would’ve wanted me to have it. I never once thought about selling it.

My parents were conversing with Batman about who knows what, and as my conversation with Marc had dwindled, I decided to head into Art Teacher’s estate and see if I could discreetly take any of his paintings for later profit. I bumped into my mother whilst scouring the bathroom. Some blonde lady happened upon us a few moments later, and we all realized we were looking for loot, so we decided to quietly go our separate ways.

Eventually the wake ended and Marc and his boyfriend Batman, who were staying the night at their own villa down the street, offered to let us stay the night at Art Teacher’s villa since it was a long trip back home.

We eventually retired, with me sleeping on the couch next to the window. When I awoke, a girl with cherry colored hair was throwing rocks at the window from the outside.

Once she saw she’d gotten my attention, she gestured dramatically to the telephone pole down the street which was emitting sparks. As soon as I decided I couldn’t be bothered, a fire started and immediately spread to the villa. Needless to say, me and my parents left the villa and started making our way home. We did happen to pass a three car wreck in a ditch, but that doesn’t pertain to the story.

Anyways, my part of the story ends, and we cut to Marc.

Apparently Marc did NOT know his boyfriend Batman’s civilian identity, and they were fighting over it in front of Batman’s Apartment Complex.

Batman revealed that he had been hired by Marc’s father to watch over him and keep him safe. Marc was obviously devastated by the news, and he began questioning if he and Batman’s relationship was even real. Batman tried to reassure him, but Marc ultimately stormed off, and the dream ended with Batman standing in the rain, despondent.

#my dream #one time i dreamt #marc evan jackson #batman #tw abuse #? i guess #side note: my art teacher only ever liked one thing and that was his shih tzu

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“how long have i been doing that?” — or an alt title: roo and her gridad

how many times has she said that unconsciously?

a/n hihi this was cute i love them so much <3 based on another request (from way long ago) but here it is!! some bits inspired that one b99 cold open u know which one

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD

the first time it happened was after a meeting at the end of the day with all the drivers present.

everyone was out of their minds tired with every passing second they only hope and pray they can go back to their beds and pass out.

when they were all dismissed, despite all eager to go back to their respective residences, they were all too lazy to get up and leave—opting to slouch further into their seats for a good few more minutes.

the woman was the first to get up lazily, not realizing she had dropped her team cap onto the floor.

luckily, fernando was sat next to her and had grabbed the cap off the floor. he called her back—he didn’t have to scream, thankfully, she was walking so slowly—to hand the cap over to her.

she turned around and squint at him, hands going to the top of her head to only find her hair.

walking back (still very much slowly and low-energied), she grabbed the cap off his hands and walked back towards the door.

“thanks, dad.” she said unconsciously.

before anyone could react to her she was already out of the room leaving the entire room wide awake now.

said man just shrugged and go back to slumping in his seat, “better than grandpa.”

the second time, everyone was fully awake and aware of their surroundings.

it was during a red flag and the girl had been so bored she pulled out her guitar and started to play in front of the entire paddock—well, it wasn’t exactly the original plan but everyone—the entire aston martin team mostly—somehow found themselves gathered in the front of her motorhome.

of course, you could barely hear anything from the far back but apparently the fear of missing out were stronger.

when she finished her small concert, everyone cheered and (unfortunately) went back to their jobs in their respective motorhomes leaving only her own team and a few drivers.

those drivers being: her teammate, charles leclerc, fernando alonso, and daniel ricciardo. they all approached her and praised her performance.

“you have to teach me someday!” said the oldest out of the five.

she chuckled, “sure, pop.”

it seems like every time she does that (which, honestly, not a lot of times yet) it puts everyone in shock.

whilst everyone was in statue mode (excluding zhou who was holding in his laughter), the girl—who, by the way, was still oblivious to what she just did and of the catatonic state the three drivers in front of her were in—moved her attention away when something else caught her eye.

“is that luis guzmán?” she asked no one, completely forgetting about her four co-workers in front of her. she ran over said (alleged) man, her voice getting further, “i loved you in imdb!”

when she was no longer there, the three previously catatonic drivers snapped out of it and only now noticing that zhou was gone too.

fernando was still unbothered, just a little shocked is all, but her shrugged it off and walked back to his own motorhome leaving only the ferrari and mclaren driver on their own.

the two looked at each other recalling what just happened as if they were the only two who realized and remembered what just happened.

“i—” charles started but the words died in his tongue, his hand then went over his face in thought.

after a couple of more seconds of silence, daniel put his hands up, “i’m leavin’.” with that, the papaya driver left leaving the confused monégasque by himself.

but when the australian left, charles snapped out of his thoughts seeing he was alone in a foreign motorhome. he then accidentally made eye contact with one of the porsche team member, giving them an awkward smile he then sprinted back to his motorhome.

the third time it happened didn’t happen by her terms, really; it just… happened

she was just arriving in the grid, smiling and waving prettily at the cameras when shockwaves were sent through her body the moment, she felt someone appearing beside her.

no warning, no signs, the person yelled in her ear, “you got a tattoo?!”

of course, in typical roo fashion she screamed on the top of her lungs in shock before giving the older man a death glare. she then turned back to continue walking to her hospitality as the man in green trailed behind her closely.

“i did,” she said begrudgingly, pushing up her sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, then continuing, a drip of aggression still evident in her voice, “how’d you even know anyway.”

“tiktok.”

she groaned, rolling her eyes, “of course.” she grumbled.

they continue to walk in silence.

(fernando could feel the morning aggression seething out of her, so he chose the safe option and wait for her to at least cool off.)

after a while of nando just following closely behind her, she turned off her phone when she can see the alfa romeo hospitality in her eyesight. then she remembered, looking to her back she sees that the aston martin rookie still following her.

“why are you still here?” she stopped right in front of her team’s hospitality, looking at him a bit confused. she didn’t want to seem rude but her tone always did come out a bit… teenager-y.

he jutted his bottom lip forward in thought, hands behind his back, and feet tip-toeing up and down like a teenager asking for something.

“…can i at least know what it is?”

she sighed, pocketing her phone and removing her jacket, revealing her sleeveless shirt and the flower in black ink on her left arm.

the man looks at it for a short moment, tilting his head once then released a breath, his eyes softening.

“is this… a daisy?”

she shrugged, “yeah. are you satisfied?”

the man paused, calculating his next words carefully, rubbing his chin. the porsche driver just stared at him expectantly, eyebrows raised in impatience.

he motioned his hand out to her, “do you—” he paused, hand going back to rub the stubble on his chin, “are you—”

“spit it out, old man.”

“are you in love with daisy-mae or something?”

she paused, looking at him with an unreadable expression. then inhaling as if to say something but halted.

she threw her hands in exasperation, “get off social media. i beg.”

she then was quickly back on her feet again, walking into her hospitality with fernando following behind her quickly—the workers there not batting an eye at the green shirt entering foreign lands.

“wha— it’s alright, niña, there’s nothing wrong with liking girls!”

roo never turned around so quickly in her life, fernando swore he could feel the wind knocking him off-balance.

“dad!” she yelled, her eyes bulged out of their sockets the moment she heart what came out of her mouth, “DAD?!” her face mortified.

sensing her confusion, the man lift his shoulders brushing it off, “it’s fine, you’ve been doing that for some time.”

“I HAVE?!”

he motioned a confirmation.

jaw slacked, still in shock, the spaniard rests both his hands on each of her shoulders and guide her back to her original destination (her driver’s room, he assumed).

“it’s okay, niña.” he said as the walked in a mid-pace, “now, let’s talk about that tattoo of yours.”

that weekend, the girl had finished the race with a satisfying position for her, it wasn’t quite podium but she got the points she needed.

when she jumped out of her car, she didn’t expect to be tackled in a hug so quickly.

“THAT’S P5, NIÑA, WELL DONE!”

she couldn’t help but smile at how enthusiastic the man was at her finish, she hugged back—tears threatened to spill from her eyes but she kept her control—with an equal amount of happiness.

the girl didn’t say anything until she felt another pair of arms join in on the hug.

when she looked up, she was met with the honey badger himself. she tilted her head in his direction in confusion.

“i don’t know what’s goin’ on but i like hugs!” he yelled through his helmet.

next thing they knew, the three were locked in a huddle and jumping in circles.

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selvnika OMGGGGGGGGG

te1enoviyuh selvnika i know your intentions and just by that im leaving you in a foreign country

selvnika te1enoviyuh my father will hear about this

te1enoviyuh selvnika and he will agree with me

siriuslyricciardo their entire friendship only being nika threatening to pull her dad’s sponsor and roo saying he likes her better 💀

h44milton roo casually hanging out with her dad and... and lance is there

vettelperalta h44milton he wanted his son and his daughter to bond

te1enoviyuh h44milton he was just there when i arrived

fernandoalo_oficial Don’t forget to practice your swing and aim, Kids! 👍🏼

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sunnyodas please tell me she was bad at this i cant keep being reminded of how bad i am at living

strollonso18 babe wake up content arrived

icekkonens im trying to imagine a conversatiob between roo and lance so hard rn 💀

sargeantfitzamobi icekkonens theyd prob just talk about nando 😭

dunphyrrari do u guys think at one point he says some shit like “you kids keep me young”

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