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Hollywood - Max Verstappen x Reader

Max Verstappen x female!reader

Requested? Yes/No

Anon: Hi! I love Dog Days sooo much! I'm blown away by your writing and this is story is such a comfort to me. I'm not sure if you're taking any request but I'm hoping you can write another Max x OC. The reader is Max's biggest celebrity crush and they meet for the first time at Monaco/Miami GP. He's all shy & flustered but he manages to take the reader around the track during the hot laps. They get ask about each other in interviews/talk shows. A lot of shipping & happy ending? Thank you in advance❤️

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, sexual innuendos, Christian Horner, far from home spoilers

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Becoming Spiderwoman was a dream come true. It was finally the big break you had worked hard for. Being Spiderwoman had its perks, many A-listers would happily slide their way into your DMS hoping they’d get a reply and you’d go on a date with them, sure a few of them were hot and definitely grabbed your attention but looks would only go so far. So many of them would have similar lifestyles to you and things like that could get boring besides, if you force something it never turns out well.

Your love life seemed bleak well… that was until a Formula one driver announced that he had a crush on you.

Max Verstappen had been doing some press work with his teammate Sergio Perez when one of the questions asked the pair of you who their celebrity crushes were and Max said that you were. Since that the internet took off a little. You couldn’t scroll through your Instagram timeline without seeing someone make an edit of you and Max or talking about the pair of you despite the two of you never actually meeting.

All these events led you to now. You and your co-star, Tom Holland, were currently in Miami doing some press for the next upcoming Spiderman film. The pair of you were shooting a Q&A for GQ. Thankfully you and Tom got on like a house on fire. As you were new to the industry Tom would always look out for you, sort of acting like an older brother.

“Hello, I’m Tom Holland!”

“And I’m y/n y/l/n!”

“And we are answering fan questions for GQ.” Tom smiled as he took out a piece of crumpled paper from the pot on the table which contained the questions. “Okay so… if you could take three people to dinner, dead or alive, who would you pick?” He smiled to you as you pondered at the thought.

“Hmm, I’d have to say, Freddie Mercury, Carrie Fisher and… I’m gonna say Maggie Smith.”

“Those are good choices.” Tom smiled.

“Who would you take?”

“It’s hard to pick just three, I’ve met a lot of people I’d want to take to dinner, probably Obama, Lewis Hamilton and Heung Min Son.” He smiled proudly at his answers as you moved on to the next question.

“Favourite scene you’ve ever filmed in any film or television show?”

“These are good questions.” Tom smiled, leaning back in his chair. “Probably the scene where all three Peters met one another.”

“Arguably one of the best scenes in cinematic history.”

“You think so?” Tom smirked.

“Everyone in the cinema was clapping when it happened.” You smiled at the Brit.

“What about you?”

“First first scene where I ever wore my suit, finally felt like I made it then.” Tom’s smirk grew to a smile at your words.

“How sweet.” You could tell Tom was mocking you slightly, never in an ill-intent way more in a childish way. “Next one.” He dived his hand in before laughing. “Oh you’ll love this one, who is your celebrity crush?”

“Well we all know yours.”

“And I know yours.” Tom acted like a child on Christmas morning, swinging back and forth on his chair.

“Well I don’t have just one -”

“But I know who fancies you.” His smile got wider. “Max Verstappen! And you fancy him back!”

“Wouldn’t say I fancy the bloke I’ve never met him although, there is something about how he looks post-race, helmet hair Max is something I could look at for hours.” Tom burst into laughter.

“Has he ever slid into yout Dm’s?”

“He has not but he does follow me.”

“Come on Max,” Tom looked straight at the camera. “If you can drive around a car that fast then you should have the guts to dm her.”

Well ever since that interview the internet went wild. The edits started becoming more and more frequent, more fans were talking about the pair of you and at that time you honestly thought it was just a bit of fun, Max would like a few of your Instagram posts and maybe comment on a few and you’d do a same. Nothing went further, that was until Red Bull invited you and Tom to the race in Miami.

When Max found out he’d never been so nervous in his life, not even when he drove the final lap to win his championship. You were set to turn up any minute now alongside Tom Holland and he knew he had to drive the race of his life today after all, he wanted to impress you right?

“I’ll be your wingman.” Tom opened the door of the car for you, allowing you to climb out.

“If you’re my wingman I won’t ever get to kiss Max Verstappen.” The pair of you walked over to a Red Bull employee who was taking you around the paddocks and track for the rest of the day.

“Is that your plan?” Tom smirked. “To kiss him?”

“If you get to have your celebrity crush then I think I deserve mine.” You winked as you collected your passes, scanning them past security.

“That’s why I need to be your wingman, I got mine and I can help you get yours.”

“Believe it or not Tom I can flirt my way through situations without you by my side.”

“Is that why you’re single and needed me to mention Max in that interview to get here or?” His smirk grew, making you push him lightly as the pair of you laughed at his words.

Miami was full of celebrities, even Michelle Obama had turned up. You had been watching this sport for years now and never in your life had you seen anything quite like Miami. It was hard to navigate through the paddock let alone the actual garages. Tom extend his arm back so you could hold onto his forearm as you reached the garages, last thing Tom wanted was you to get lost when Max was nearby.

“And this is Christian Horner, I’m sure the two of you know who he is.” The woman who was taking you on a tour smiled at the man who extended his hand for Tom to take. Tom shook his hand, smiling as the pair said hello to one another.

Christian turned to you, his arms open as you shared a quick hug. “There’s the woman we don’t stop hearing about.” You laughed at his words. “Not only do my daughters talk about you all the time but so does Max.” Christian turned his head, making eye contact with Max and calling him over.

Max didn’t know why Christian was suddenly calling over. He was yet to see that you were standing alongside his racing Principle. When he got closer his face dropped at the sight of the woman he’d had a crush on the moment he’d seen her in the Spiderman trailer.

“Ah Max, finally, I’m sure I don’t need to introduce you to y/n y/l/n, considering you don’t shut up about her.”

Max went bright red at Christian's words. He kept his gaze firmly on you, trying his best not to stare but he couldn’t help it. The woman he’d spent hours thinking about was standing before him and she was wearing his merchandise. Max could have sworn he’d just died and gone to heaven. Sensing how awkward this could get your wingman decided to step in.

“Christian do you happen to have a bathroom around here?” Tom glanced over at you, a smirk on his lips as he spoke.

“Ah yes, I’ll show you it.” He smiled, leading Tom off which just left you and Max alone.

“Hey.” You smiled up at the man, hoping to break the ice between the two of you.

God even your voice was perfect.

“Hi… H-how are you?”

“I’m good thank you.” Your smile was bright, the sight made Max’s heart flutter. It was supposed to be a stupid crush yet here he was, already stuttering. “How are you? Nervous for the race?”

He let out a deep breath, letting a small smile escape his lips before he spoke. “I’m okay, you do tend to get used to a few things when you’ve been racing for a while.”

“Oh yeah?” You smirked. “Never nervous about driving cars that could kill you but you stutter over a woman?”

Being an actress meant it was easy to hide your emotions, including ones like you had for Max. He might have been able to mask his nervousness but you could. Seeing how confident Max was in interviews and online it was amusing to see him crumble under you after just a few words.

“I - Umm -” He stuttered yet again. You let out a small smile which turned into laughter, your laughter made Max relax slightly. “H- have you been around the track yet?”

“I have not.” You looked him up and down. “Care to show me? If you have time -”

“Yes!” Max may have said a little too loudly. “Yes, I have time.” He flashed a smile.

“I’ve got an idea.” Christian suddenly came into view. “What about if the pair of you do a hot lap? We’ll set up some cameras and get the pair of you to answer questions. I’m sure if we just tweeted something out now we could get a handful of questions for the pair of you to answer.” Normally questions wouldn’t be asked but Christian had a plan, he knew everyone wanted to know about you and Max so the questions would be interesting.

“Are you happy to do that, with me?” You turned to Max, silently hoping he’d say yes.

“Well, I’m not going to let one of the other guys take you away am I?” He gained some confidence before mouthing a ‘thank you’ to Christian as the pair of you left to get ready.

The Red Bull social media team set up some cameras in the car they planned on using and screenshotted some questions you’d read out to Max as he drove. Christian and Tom made sure the questions had some interesting takes.

Max handed you a helmet as he opened the sports car door for you. Flashing a smile you thanked him before he joined you. “Nervous?” He asked.

“Yeah a little.” He laughed at your reply, starting the car up, and allowing the engine to roar. He looked at you as the engine grew louder. “Is that you’re way of trying to make me nervous?”

“Depends how you are with fast cars.”

“Depends who’s driving it.” You smirked at the man as he held his gaze with yours. Max smirked as he set off the car, catching you entirely off guard. “Max!” You screamed as the car picked up its pace without warning. The Dutch only laughed as you gripped onto the side of the door for support.

“Come on it’s not that fast -”

“Not that fast?” You yelled as he picked up the pace before drastically slowly down to turn the corner, making you scream at the sudden change. Max couldn’t contain his laughter as he drove.

“You need to ask the questions.” Max turned his attention back to the road.

“Fuck the questions!”

Max kept laughing, he couldn’t believe this confident woman he’d met only minutes ago who was so confident around him was now screaming and holding onto the car like she was going to die. “Just start with the first one.”

You pulled up the phone reluctantly. “What is the one thing you like the most about me?”

“You have really pretty eyes.” He turned the corner, making you jerk to the side. You held your arm out for support but the only support you had that wasn’t the door was his arm. You grabbed his arm, the action made Max look down at your hand before his eyes trailed up your body, scanning every inch of you with a sly smile.

The fans were going to have a field day with that shot.

“Thank you!” You screamed again as he sped up. “Jesus Max, umm what I like the most about you? You look pretty hot when you’ve finished racing.” It was bold of you to say that to him but you’d already said that on GQ.

“Next question?”

“If you had to take y/n on a date, where would you take her?” You laughed at the question.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“Well would you want a more expensive date or a relaxed one? We could order in and follow Bob Ross painting tutorials or we could go to the Ritz.”

“Very creative Verstappen.” You looked back at the phone as you read out another question. “Who would win in a staring competition between the two of you.”

“Definitely me.” Max turned his head to look at you, not leaving your gaze as the pair of you stared at one another for a couple of seconds.

“Max look at the road!” You broke away from his hold, pointing to the road but Max only flickered his gaze forward for a split second before looking back at you.

“We’re fine.” He smirked, putting his foot down just that inch more making the car speed up.

“Yeah you are -”

“Do you do your own stunts?” He suddenly asked.

“Some of them why?”

“What about at the end of the film, you swung across that building and fell but landed on your feet, was that all you?”

“Yeah, I had a harness on so I didn’t die as we were rather high up -”

“Were you scared?”

“No.”

“So you’re not scared of jumping and swinging around a set that’s high off the ground but you’re scared of me driving fast?”

“I’m not scared you just took me off guard with it -” Max suddenly turned another corner making you grab onto his arm again. “Fucking hell Max.”

The pair of you had completed the lap but Max wasn’t done there. “How good are you with spinning?” Your eyes widened at his words, knowing exactly what he was going to do.

“Max no -” Max had already set off, creating doughnuts with the car, he didn’t stop at just one either, he kept going. Maybe it was because he loved the way you held onto his arm to feel safe or because he was able to just have you alone and when he was in a car he felt confident with you.

Eventually, Max had to stop. His cheeks hurt from the constant laughing. He quickly opened his door, running around the car to open your door. He leaned over you to undo your seatbelt before helping you out of the car. “You okay?” He smiled, reaching up to take your helmet off whilst the two of you were blissfully unaware that your interactions were still being filmed.

“A little dizzy but hey that was fun.” You smiled back as he removed his own helmet, earning him an interesting gaze from you as you were taken back by his state.

“Fun? You screamed the whole time.”

“I scream in the bedroom, doesn’t mean I’m not having fun, maybe if you’re good enough you might hear it too.” You sent him a smirk and just like that, you had made Max Verstappen weak at the knees. Reaching up you placed a kiss on his cheek before walking away from him, leaving a stunned Max Verstappen to blush at your actions.

Max had won in Miami and needless to say the after-party was an experience. You woke up the next morning to a flood of ship edits and posts of you and Max. The hot laps video came out just after Max had won and fans didn’t need to wait long for more content of the two of you.

Photos started to circulate of the pair of you at the party. Max had his arms around you as the pair of you danced to the music. You spent your morning scrolling through multiple video edits and photo edits of the two of you. You even liked a few, knowing that would also more than likely set the fans off even more.

You wished you could have stayed in Miami for longer but you had to fly to London with Tom, the pair of you were set to appear on The Graham Norton show for more interviews.

“Morning Mrs Verstappen.” Tom smirked as you met him outside your hotel room. “Is Max in there with you?”

“No, he isn’t.”

“So did the pair of you -”

“No, we didn’t do anything like that.” You huffed, pulling your hoodie closer as the pair of you left to catch your flight. Your phone vibrated in your hand, you looked down to see that Max had Dm’d you. A smile crept across your face at the sight. “Not yet anyway.”

On the plane you were finally able to answer his message.

Max: Christian told me you were leaving today, have you left yet? X

You: We have, we’re going back to London for press, I’m sorry I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye x

Max: Don’t apologise, are you free on the 25th? X

You: I believe so, how come? X

Max: Will you still be in London then? X

You: Yes x

Max: I wanted to ask you in person but seeing as you’re no longer in Miami I’ll ask you now, would you like to go on a date? As you’re in London we could go to the Ritz? I’ll book everything and if you’re free that weekend would you like to come to Monaco with me for the race? X

You: I’d love to Verstappen x

Max: Thank fuck x

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Tom’s voice grabbed your attention, snapping your head up your smile faded when you realised what he was alluding to.

“Nothing -”

“He’s messaged you hasn’t he?”

“He -”

“What’s he said?” Tom smirked. “Oh come on y/n you’ve got to tell me -”

“He asked me out on a date, he wanted to ask in person but considering we’re up in the sky that might be rather hard.”

“What did you say?”

“Take a guess.” It was now your time to smirk.

“Where are the two of you going?”

“The Ritz -”

“Bloody hell he must fancy you, that place is expensive.”

You arched your brows at his comment. “As if your bank account would be damaged if you went there.”

“You know if things work out well between the two of you we could all go on a double date.”

“Well I hope they do because I’m going to Monaco with him after.”

“Please use protection I don’t want mini y/n’s running around, one’s bad enough.” Tom smiled as you flipped him off, sinking back into your chair to text Max.

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“y/n I have to ask.” You sat alongside Tom and a few other celebrities as Graham Norton started to interview everyone. He was yet to ask about Max which was surprising considering it was all anyone was talking about currently. “You and Max Verstappen…” The crowd cheered as you broke out into a smile. “Is there anything between the two of you?”

“Well…” Your smile didn’t falter. “I hope so.” The crowd screamed again. “We have a date set up and well… who knows what will happen.”

It wasn’t just you who had been questioned about the two of you. Max had to deal with interviews all year round, thankfully for you, it was only when you had an upcoming project coming out or if you were invited on a talk show out of the blue. He’d said the same, that the two of you were going on a date in the near future. You knew it would be hard to keep your relationship hidden from the public eye as everyone was still very much obsessed with the two of you but the reaction was very positive so maybe the two of you could be the next parents of Hollywood, despite his profession.

You’d managed to survive the endless questions and the constant teasing from Tom who was determined to have your upcoming relationship talked back so maybe the press would back down from his.

Opening the door to one of the dressing rooms which held your belongings you were met with bright ocean eyes and a mess of brown hair. Standing in the middle of your dressing room was a very tired Max Verstappen who evidently took the first flight he could to London after you’d left.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You looked down at his hands which had a large bouquet of flowers tightly grasped between them.

“I - I’ve just realised how weird this must be -” His confidence fell. You warmed to his words, he really did like you.

“It’s not weird, if anything I’m actually rather impressed you managed to get a flight out here, make yourself look presentable after that hangover you must have gotten last night and pick up flowers.”

“I am very tired.” He let out a breath of relief.

“Well…” You stepped closer to him, your hands resting above his. “Why don’t you come home with me and this time I’ll drive.”

“Sounds perfect.” He planted a kiss on your forehead. “I hope you like the flowers too, I wasn’t sure which ones to get so Daniel helped.”

“They’re beautiful Max.” You took them into your hands, admiring how stunning they were before moving one hand to lace into his. “Come on, I’m fucking shattered.”

Needless to say, the photos of the two of you holding hands as you left the set went down a treat on social media.

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seasurfacefullofclouds1 · 4 days

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There is this edit made by Harries as to how much Harry respects women. It has about 6 million views. Everything he says in that edit has been said before by Louis at some point. I was always into Louis since the beginning of 1d so I always watched all their interviews for him and paid attention to what he said. A big one that Harries attribute to Harry is “we don’t objectify women”, we have seen numerous instances of him objectifying women right from his X factor days to the present. So where did he come up with that from? Of course he picked it up from Louis - https://youtu.be/fae6xrXgvDY (6:00 min mark)

It’s so unfortunate that he is a total fraud and has lived his whole life pretending. Harries look at a picture of Mick Jagger lying in the grass and post it with a wink “reminds me of someone” as if Harry has not been borrowing everything from someone or the other. It’s not a coincidence!

Everything he is celebrated for has been stolen from someone else with no citation. How is this person considered one of the most influential celebrities around? Why does he have so many people worshipping his every word when not one word of it is his own?

The funniest thing to me is that Harry’s House is full of plagiarized melodies, beats, exact musical motifs lifted (note for note, rhythm for rhythm, in the same key) from other songs, and the title itself was plagiarized from Joni Mitchell’s song.

But Harries don’t know music history and obviously don’t care about plagiarism.

And as you say, the plagiarism was there from day one. The stage movements/ jerky dances, the jokes, the Zionism, even the casual misogyny is something Harry copied from someone else: his vocal warm up cosplay from Freddie Mercury; his Danny Zuko Halloween costume; his Jimmy Page dragon pants; the title of his first single stolen from Prince. It’s extra funny that Harry is best friends with plagiarist extraordinaire Ben Winston.

Harry plagiarizes from people accessible to him, but he doesn’t plagiarize from Louis much anymore since the band broke up. Now he has only his excellent friends to look up to, his 40-80-year-old men group with their excellent opinions.

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sophiesophsofia · 4 months

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Hi there !

I'm Sophie and this is my tumbl acc.

All facts about me :

I'm a minor

I'm pround citizen of the Republic of Poland (with also polish origins)

I create my own cartoon shows such as Irisia, Code Clash etc.

I'm bi and my pronous are she/they

I'm christian (yes, it's ok to be queer and christian as GOD LOVES EVERYBODY)

I'm propabbly neurodiversed and I'm hsp, so no respect for haters here

My tiktok chanell with edits : https://www.tiktok.com/@saphire.editzz

Fandoms that I'm in :

Nimona

Solar Opposites

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Rick and Morty

The Amazing Digital Circus

Murder Drones

The Owl House

Pokemon

Demon Slayer

Heartstopper

Good Omens

Famous people that inspires me :

Dana Terrace

Vivienne Medrano (I don't care if she's controvercial person, this woman is a green flag with an amazing talent)

Micheal Jackson

Freddie Mercury

Riz Ahmed

Eugene Lee Yang

Brandon Rogers

Cooper Smith Goodwin (Gooseworx)

ND Stevenson

Dan Harmon (NOT JUSTIN ROILAND)

Neil Gaiman

Micheal Sheen

David Tennant

Alice Oseman

DNI list :

homophobes

transphobes

racists

anti-semites

islamophobes

christophobes

anti-atheists

haters (I've mantioned that already)

proshippers (INCLUDING BALLISTER X NIMONA SHIPPERS)

pedos

Anyways, tysm for for your time <3

#ilysm #about myself #blog post

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pumpkin-stars · 1 year

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A lizard dog, a banana boat, and a cassette tape

Eddie Munson/Reader/Steve Harrington

A part two that’s also a prequel to At Least it’s Not Rabies so the boys will eventually get bitey but for now they’re just normal :)

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings/Content: set in s3, flashbacks to s2, Steve and Reader are pining for each other but Eddie’s cute too... Mews’ death is discussed a bit. no pronouns are used for reader, reader is called Sweetheart. Reader eats strawberry ice cream.

i finished this a while ago but i finally got around to editing it (while i procrastinate writing something else). Enjoy! x

30th June 1985

“Tell me, please tell me that you’re not the one who picks what they play in here?” You look up from the stack of cassettes you’re trying to organise, smiling softly when you see the guy who’s been coming into the store every day for the past week. “You don’t like Top 40?”

“Day in, day out?” He drawls, “Nahhh…” He makes his way to the counter, leaning on it right beside the tapes, eyes narrowing as he observes you, “You don’t like it either, do you?”

Your eyes are drawn to his rings as they catch the light, his hands clasped in front of his chin, one finger pointing accusingly at you.

“Uh… some of it’s okay.” You snap out of it, meeting his eyes instead, “Queen’s pretty good.”

He nods, “riiiight, but not if you listen over and over every day.”

“Right.” You smile, laughing softly as the song changes and Freddie Mercury’s voice comes through the speakers. Perfect timing.

“So you don’t pick the music,” He concludes, pushing himself up off the counter suddenly, swinging his arms around as he looks at the posters stuck to the wall behind you, all shitty boybands who sing about their perfect pretty girl…

“Store policy,” You smile, “Manager makes the mix tapes.”

“And forces you to listen,” he winces, “That’s tough.”

“I sneak my own in sometimes.” You admit, “When it’s quiet.”

“It’s quiet now.” He grins, looking around the store, pacing in a circle, his white trainers squeaking on the linoleum.

He’s right, despite it being the middle of summer, it’s quiet. He’s the only customer within the three walls of the store, even when all of Starcourt beyond the line on the floor that marks the ‘entrance’ is crowded with people, their conversations and laughter drowned out by your enforced soundtrack. You’re a little surprised that only this guy is in here, but you’ve seen the stuff he buys (on the one occasion he came in to do more than talk to you, exchanging a crumpled bill for some heavy metal), so maybe the rest of the town is scared to come in… looking inside to find a denim jacket and a mess of hair is clearly a terrifying experience.

“It could get busy soon.” You shrug, “I don’t wanna inflict my taste on potential customers.”

He hums, rapping his knuckles on the counter, “but you are inflicting the greatest drags of pop radio on your current customer.”

“What do you suggest?”

He grins, pointing at you, “Wait right there.”

You bite your lip, aware of your cheeks getting hot, looking back at the stack of cassettes and trying to do your job - unable to stop yourself from glancing over to where he ambles around the store, his hands stroking over shelves as he searches for whatever he wants.

“Ah ha!” He grins, picking a tape up with a flourish, holding it victoriously above his head, “play this.”

Your smile grows as he returns to you, handing you the tape. You’re pleasantly surprised. “Dio, huh?”

“Heard of ‘em?”

You laugh, “You certainly made sure of it.”

“Me?”

“You bought this five days ago, and the album cover is all over your back. Subliminal messaging.” You accuse.

He laughs loudly, “You been watching me walk away, huh? You like the view?”

If you weren’t flustered already, you certainly would be now.

Your breath catches in your throat, and you turn away, coughing a little as you move to the stereo beside the door to the storeroom, switching tapes, the sound of fast guitars quickly filling the store.

“Good choice.” You turn back to him, smiling softly, unable to look him in the eye.

“Shit…” he mutters, “I’m sorry, I made you uncomfortable. Forget I said that.”

“It’s okay,” You assure, “I um… It’s a nice view.”

He beams, turning around to show you his back, denim jacket hugging his figure, the monster on his tricep staring at you as he turns his head to look over his shoulder, “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” You nod.

“And the music?” He checks, “You do like it, right?”

“You saved me from the seventh repeat of Madonna today.” You nod, “I’d like anything.”

He laughs softly, “You’re very welcome, sweetheart.”

You tell him your name, blurt it out, really, making sure he knows it. You’re not sure if you could handle another sweetheart.

He grins, repeating it softly, “Yeah… Thought I recognised you. I’m Eddie.”

“I know, from- from school. Thanks for saving me, Eddie.” You bite your lip, laughing lightly as you say: “You’re my hero.”

His cheeks go pink, “Nahhh… I’m- I’m just… corrupting the youth with guitars and shit.”

“So I’m aiding and abetting?”

He grins. “Right you are, Sweetheart.”

~~~~~

“One banana boat, two spoons.” Steve grins at you as he sets the ice cream down, sliding into the booth, sailor’s hat discarded on the seat beside him with a huff.

“Busy day?” You smile, taking a spoon from him, making a beeline for the scoop of strawberry.

“Yeah, y’know, it’s hot out. AC only does so much to cool you down.” He grins, “You?”

“Not so much,” You shrug, “I definitely got the better gig in the job department.”

“Yeah?”

“I mean,” you glance behind the counter, able to see Robin’s whiteboard through the little window in the backroom, “I’m not striking out when I flirt with customers.”

“Yeah,” he blushes, digging into the peanut butter swirl, free hand running through his flattened hair, “At least I try. It’s the hat’s fault, anyway.” And the fact his heart’s not in it… he’s only flirting for something to do, to break the monotony of working in the service industry… there’s only one person he actually wants to date, and he’s too much of a coward to say it to your face.

You hum, taking another spoonful, “I tried.”

“You did?” He looks up from the bowl, “You- you flirted?”

“I think so…” You smile.

“You get a date?” He hopes not. He really really hopes not…

“No.”

Yes! The pressure around his heart releases. He really needs to get his head out of his ass and work up the courage to ask you himself.

“So you did strike out.” He speaks around his spoon.

“I wasn’t trying to get a date, so no, I did not.”

“Why were you flirting if you didn’t want a date?” He frowns.

“My god, Steve, not everyone wants to date all the time.” You smile, “Some people enjoy being single, you should try it sometime.”

“They do?” He acts surprised, like it’s inconceivable. You suppose, to him, it might be… if only he realised there was someone who’d say yes right in front of him.

You laugh, “Yeah, Stevie. And some people like to get to know people beyond looks before they date.”

“How do you get to know them if you’re not dating?” He scoffs.

“You got to know me, didn’t you?”

“That’s different.” He excuses. He wanted to date you, still wants to. But you’re his friend now… He got to know you as a friend… “We- we fought demodogs together, that’s…”

“An unbreakable bond,” You grin, “I know.”

2nd-3rd November 1984

A normal day. That’s all you wanted. A nice Friday evening free of stress, where you could relax and enjoy a cup of hot cocoa on the porch beneath a blanket, watch the sunset, and put off doing homework til Sunday night. Diamonds are made under pressure, and all that.

Not quite the attitude you should have in your senior year, but your grades were good enough that you weren’t especially worried about handing in something a little sub-par in the fall term.

Needless to say, stepping out onto your porch into the cool Indiana air and finding some sort of weird lizard dog eating the neighbour’s cat ten feet away was not on your list of things that happen on normal days.

You’d retreated into the house, slowly, carefully, quietly, not wanting to get that thing’s attention, hoping it takes the cat off your lawn. It’s not something you want your parents to find, or to have to explain to Mrs Henderson.

“Oh yeah, sorry about Mews, some lizard dog that looks like it’s come straight out of John Hurt’s chest cavity ate it last night while you were watching General Hospital reruns.”

Not gonna happen.

With all the weird shit that happened a year ago, the poor woman’s had enough stress - her son’s best friend disappearing like that… you don’t wanna be the one to break the news about her beloved pet.

As far as you’re concerned, there’s nothing going on on your porch at all.

~~~~

You groan as you open your curtains the next morning, almost afternoon. No cat on the porch, thankfully, but… - “the fuck-?” - there is a trail of bologna leading from the Henderson house to their Storm Cellar.

You check the driveway - your parents are out, and by the looks of things Mrs Henderson is too, probably looking for Mews or something.

Your heart jumps as you see Dustin, in protective Hockey gear, rushing out of his back door and into the little shed… only to gasp in surprise as the lizard dog - larger than last night - ambles out after him, eating up the bologna on the way.

You hold your breath, realising the boy’s out there alone trying to catch this monster, but you’re frozen in place, wishing you’d said something last night to stop this from happening. Shit, what if he gets himself killed!? Fuck…

You’re running to get dressed in another moment, throwing on the first thing your hands land on, buttoning your jeans as you rush downstairs, slipping on the shoes you’d left by the door, watching from the window as Dustin yells, slamming the cellar door shut.

You run out, grabbing his discarded hockey stick, and sliding it through the door’s handles, staring at the kid. “What the fuck is that thing!?”

“What thing?” He stares at you.

“The fucking lizard dog thing, what is that!?” You point to the door, “It ate your fucking cat, Dustin!”

“Shit…” he whispers, “Fuck. I- I’m not supposed to tell people who don’t already know.”

You sit beside him on the grass, “Well I know that thing exists, so… say I know. Tell me the rest. What the fuck is going on?”

~~~~

After hearing the most insane story of your life, you and Dustin started cleaning up, the kid grabbing his walkie talkie every other minute to yell Code Red all call for help as you helped him dig a grave for his poor cat.

“I feel so bad,” You whisper, “I saw him eat her and I did nothing…”

“It’s okay,” Dustin assures, “He could’ve eaten you instead and that would be wayyyy worse to deal with.”

“Yeah.” You nod, “Yeah, sure, great. That’s great.”

“You got any combat experience?” He wonders suddenly.

“Combat-?”

“Guns? Axes? Baseball bats? Anything?”

“Wh- why do I need that?”

“To help me deal with D’Art.”

“You named it!?”

“I thought he was a lizard! But he’s a Demogorgon… A Demodog.” He protests, “Sue me!”

“Fuck…” you whisper, “We need help, Dustin, I’m- Fuck…. I should’ve stayed inside…”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Duh, you’re a fucking child trying to fight a fucking--”

“Demodog.”

“A fucking demodog!” You huff, “shit. We gotta get help.”

“Code red.” He nods, grabbing his walkie again, “HELLO?? Code Red, does anyone copy!?”

~~~~

You’d looked everywhere for his friends, for the other people who knew anything about the… Upside Down… ending up at the Wheelers and asking Mike’s dad if he knew where his kids were. A guaranteed dead end, as far as you were concerned, but you’d bumped into Steve Harrington on the way to wherever Dustin thought they could be next.

Steve Harrington. The King of Hawkins High… is involved in this shit. And has a baseball bat with nails in it in the trunk of his car? Jesus…

“Is there anyone who doesn’t know about this, Dustin?”

“Sorry, who are you, again?” Steve looks at you in the rearview mirror of his car, “How do you know about this? You’re not supposed-” he turns to Dustin, “We’re not supposed to tell people about this.”

You huff, telling him your name, “We literally have half our classes together.”

“We do?” He frowns.

“You ask me for a pen pretty much every week.” You nod. “What do you do with them? Loose them in your hair or something?”

“Not the time, guys!” Dustin protests, “We need to get back to D’Art.”

“I dunno man, are you sure it’s not just some lizard?”

“His face opened up and he ate my cat.”

“Right.” Steve nods, “Okay. Right.”

1st July 1985

An unbreakable bond was formed that day, when the sun had set and you’d stood back to back with Steve in a field of old cars, facing down four demodogs with a baseball bat and a rusty axe. You’d never been more terrified, but you had managed to get a good hit on one of them, swinging the axe into its leg as it roared at you. Steve had grabbed you, pulled you to the relative safety of the old bus Dustin, Lucas, and Max were hiding in, the two of you falling over each other in your haste to shut the door tight.

Your crush had started then, for sure.

Something about a guy in tight jeans really gets you, even when you’re scared shitless and wishing you’d slept in just a little longer.

But it did mean Steve noticed you… the rest of the school year, he’d made an effort to say hi, and returned all your pens to you… including several he’d found stuffed in the back of his locker. He still asked to borrow one during first period, but whatever your last class of the day was saw him giving it back. He’d even split his breakfast bagel with you after a late night studying together in the library.

It seemed… hanging out with a group of middle schoolers made him realise that being King wasn’t all it was cracked up to be… plus, of course, there was Billy Hargrove stealing his crown.

It was odd… suddenly becoming his friend over a weekend. The popular crowd certainly thought so.

There was more attention on you than before, girls trying to work out how to get Steve’s attention the way you had, guys trying to get into your pants the way Steve ‘clearly’ must have done. None of them realising that saving the world together with a group of kids was the cause of your sudden friendship.

Only the other ‘freaks’ had really left you alone, Jonathan Byers occasionally smiled at you in thanks for protecting his brother’s friends, the other nerds you’d previously sat with at lunch didn’t want much to do with you (turning your back on your fellow weirdos at the first smile from a jock… some bullshit like that), and Eddie Munson… well… you’d caught him looking at you curiously once or twice in the library after school, when you were buried in textbooks and he was buried in notepaper covered in doodles of fantasy creatures and scribbles of stories. You’d lent him a couple of pens too that year, but he’d never made conversation, never introduced himself, just… poked your back and whispered a request for a pen.

It took months, it took until summer for him to pick up the nerve, totally by accident.

The opening of Starcourt had closed loads of small businesses in town, including the little music store that sold the best merch outside of Indianapolis. Which meant Eddie had no choice but to conform to Capitalist America’s latest idea- the small town mall. He’d avoided it as much as possible - the brightly lit shops and high-tech CCTV weren’t exactly conducive to his usual back-alley dealings, but sometimes a guy accidentally sits on his favourite tape and needs a replacement ASAP…

He hadn’t expected you to be working there, but it was a pleasant surprise. It just… took him a week to actually speak to you. A week of coming in every day, getting a little more courage, then a little more, going more insane as the same songs played over and over.

But he did it.

He flirted with you, made sure you remembered him from school, and came back the next day… just to ask…

“Do you wanna go to Enzo’s with me?”

Your eyes snap up from behind the counter, where you’re crouched and stocking the latest walkman delivery in the glass-front. “What?”

“Umm,” Eddie smiles, “Enzo’s. You and me? Uh- tomorrow night?”

You stand slowly, “You- you’re asking me out?”

“If you want,” he nods, “I mean…” he sways back and forth, “You can say no, I don’t mind. I know I’m a ‘freak’ or whatever.”

“You’re not a freak.” You smile, “I just… Nobody’s… I mean, I… I’ve never been on a date before.”

“Seriously?” He frowns, “What about Harrington?”

“Steve?” You blink, “We- we’re just friends.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nod, “I… Yeah. Enzo’s. Tomorrow night.”

“Awesome.” He grins, “W- should I pick you up? Or meet you there, or-?”

“You can pick me up.” You smile, “Do you- I go on break in ten minutes if you wanna grab ice cream now? We can iron out the details?”

“Yeah?” He smiles, “Sure. Yeah.”

~~~~

You pull the shutter down at the front of the store, locking up for the thirty minutes you’re allowed, leading Eddie through the back and into the stark white corridors that lead you all over the place.

“Woah,” he laughs, “I had no idea this was here.”

“Really?” You grin, “How’d you think everywhere gets its supplies in?”

“I dunno. Dumbwaiters?”

You lock the back door, laughing again, “Really?”

“I’m repeating senior year for the third time in a couple months, I’m allowed to be a dumbass.”

You shake your head, “You’re not a dumbass, Eddie.”

“I know several teachers who would disagree.”

“I’ve seen you in the library, Eddie. Just cause you’re not good at standardised tests doesn’t mean you’re dumb. You write all those DnD campaigns… that’s hard. It took me like a month to make a character.”

“You play?” He frowns.

“I uh… my friend Dustin, he’ll be a freshman this year, he and his buddies play. I babysat them through a campaign once… it’s pretty cool.”

“Pretty cool…” he hums, “And you like metal music… Are you real?” He pokes your cheek gently.

You laugh again, “It’s not that unusual, is it? Hargrove likes Metallica, he’s way more popular than me. It’s not just the ‘freaks’ who like cool stuff.”

“I just didn’t expect the prettiest face in Hawkins to be into the same stuff as me.”

Your step falters, “The- the prettiest?”

“You heard right, sweetheart.” He nods.

You’re flustered all the way to Scoops, never having thought Eddie would be so… flirty. Loud and exaggerated, yeah, but… flirty? And with you? It feels good… for a cute guy to notice you, to flirt with you, to just… interact with you as more than friends. Despite what you’d said to Steve yesterday, you’d grown pretty tired of being single. And tired of waiting for your best friend to make a move… There’s nothing wrong with going on a date with someone else, especially when he’s cute.

“Here,” you knock on Scoops’ door, grinning as Robin opens it. “Hey! Could I get two cones?”

“Two?” She blinks, a little surprised when Eddie appears at your shoulder. “Uh, yeah, sure. Two cones.”

“Steve here?” You wonder.

“With… um… Henderson? They’re out front. How many kids are you guys friends with?”

You grin, “They’re alright when you get to know them.”

“Sure.” She drawls, “Strawberry?”

“Please.” You nod, “Eds?”

“You got Blue Raspberry?”

“Sure.” Robin nods, “Be right back.”

You slip back into the hallway, smiling at Eddie as he leans against the wall.

“Work perks?” He grins.

“Friend perks.” You clarify, “Free lunch. Not entirely healthy, but-”

“It’s strawberry, that’s fruit.” He laughs.

“Exactly,” You beam at him, nodding, “So, um… tomorrow… Seven?”

“Seven,” He nods, “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

~~~~

Thank you for reading! Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated :)

#eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson fic #steve harrington fic #eddie munson/reader #steve harrington/reader #eddie munson x reader x steve harrington #steve harrington x reader x eddie munson #steve harrington/reader/eddie munson #eddie munson/reader/steve harrington #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x y #stuffiwrote

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13 April 2022 - Queen’s incredible timeless classic ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ is selected for Induction into The National Recording Registry

Freddie Mercury’s penned epic masterpiece ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ are among the individual songs that have been selected for induction into the Library of Congress' National Recording Registry.

Under the terms of the National Recording Preservation Act of 2000, the Librarian, with advice from the Library's National Recording Preservation Board (NRPB), receives about 1,000 public nominations per year and annually selects 25 recordings that are "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant" and are at least 10 years old. The selections for the 2022 registry bring the total number of recordings on the registry to 600, only a minuscule portion of the Library's vast recorded-sound collection of nearly four million items.

In March 2021, "Bohemian Rhapsody" was officially certified diamond by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), representing 10 million or more in sales and stream equivalents in the United States. QUEEN was the first British band in music history to earn the diamond song award.

"Bohemian Rhapsody" was QUEEN's first Top 10 hit in the U.S. In the U.K., it went to No. 1 for 9 consecutive weeks, a record at the time, before returning to the top of the charts again in 1991. It was named the most-streamed song of the 20th century and its companion video recently passed one billion views on YouTube, making history as the first pre-1990s video to reach one billion views on the platform. In 2004, the song was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame and Freddie Mercury's vocal performance was named by the readers of Rolling Stone magazine as the best in rock history.

We remember the struggle the band went through just to release this fabulous song as a single back in 1975! The executives wanted the song to be edited down to 3 minutes, taking away the operatic section. The band absolutely refused, especially Freddie, you release this song in it’s entirety or not at all !

Roger Taylor said, “They (Record Executives) said it was too long and wouldn’t work. We thought, ‘Well we could cut it, but it wouldn’t make any sense’, it doesn’t make much sense now and it would make even less sense then; you would miss all the different moods of the song. So we said no. It’ll either fly or it won’t.”

Brian May said, “This song was Freddie’s baby. He knew exactly what he was doing… We just helped him bring it to life.”

Freddie wrote the whole song – including the composite harmonies – on telephone books and scraps of paper, making it a little tricky for everyone else to get a handle on the thing.

After the crucial first radio play (thanks to DJ Kenny Everett who played it 14 X in 2 days!) the Capital switchboard went nuts and EMI realised they had a hit – however unusual – on their hands. That was the moment they agreed to release the full-length single.

Queen reigned the #1 slot in Britain for 9 impressive weeks and on 31 of January 1976, it was knocked off by ABBA’s hit ‘Mamma Mia’ and guitarist Björn Ulvaeus said: “I was green with envy when I heard ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’. It was a piece of sheer originality that took rock and pop away from the normal path.”

Now, ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ has received many, many well deserved accolades.

Congratulations Freddie and Queen 👑 Legends

👉👉 https://youtu.be/fJ9rUzIMcZQ

#freddie mercury #queen band #brian may #roger taylor #jhon deacon #musique #queen #music #original character #j’adore #Spotify

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sophiesophsophia · 19 days

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Hi there !

I'm Sophie and this is my tumbl acc.

All facts about me :

I'm a minor

I'm pround citizen of the Republic of Poland (with also polish origins)

I create my own cartoon shows such as Irisia, Code Clash etc.

I'm bi and my pronous are she/they/he

I'm christian (yes, it's ok to be queer and christian as GOD LOVES EVERYBODY)

I'm propabbly neurodiversed and I'm hsp, so no respect for haters here

My tiktok chanell with edits : https://www.tiktok.com/@saphire.editzz

And my Ao3 acc :

https://archiveofourown.org/users/SophieSophSofia

Fandoms that I'm in :

Nimona

Solar Opposites

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Rick and Morty

The Amazing Digital Circus

Murder Drones

The Owl House

Pokemon

Demon Slayer

Heartstopper

Good Omens

Famous people that inspires me :

Dana Terrace

Vivienne Medrano (I don't care if she's controvercial person, this woman is a green flag with an amazing talent)

Micheal Jackson

Freddie Mercury

Riz Ahmed

Eugene Lee Yang

Brandon Rogers

Cooper Smith Goodwin (Gooseworx)

ND Stevenson

Dan Harmon (NOT JUSTIN ROILAND)

Neil Gaiman

Micheal Sheen

David Tennant

Alice Oseman

DNI list :

homophobes

transphobes

racists

anti-semites

islamophobes

christophobes

anti-atheists

haters (I've mantioned that already)

proshippers (INCLUDING BALLISTER X NIMONA SHIPPERS)

pedos

Anyways, tysm for for your time <3

#abt myself #ilysm

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astrophysicist-guitar-god · 9 months

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Freddie Mercury: A World of His Own

Publisher: Sotheby’s Hardback published on 4 August 2023 £50 Worldwide shipping available

About:

Sotheby’s invites you into the home of one of the world’s greatest musical icons, Freddie Mercury.

In celebration of the ‘Freddie Mercury: A World of His Own’ sales, this limited edition volume presents selected highlights from Freddie Mercury’s personal collection at Garden Lodge, ranging from artworks and personal ephemera to stage costumes and handwritten lyrics, as well as dozens of photographs from his personal archive. Featuring contributions from Sotheby’s experts, and interviews with friends and collaborators including Sir Tim Rice, Dame Zandra Rhodes, Peter Freestone, and costume designer Diana Moseley, the book is rich with intimate insights and fascinating stories, from the composition of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ to Mercury’s many shopping trips to Sotheby’s.

Order you copy today at Hatchards, the exclusive online retailer for this publication. The book is also available to purchase in Sotheby’s New Bond Street galleries from 4 August–13 September.

*This book features selected highlights across the sales. The full digital catalogue will be available to explore on Sothebys.com from early August. (x)

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Special Notice:

All lots for sale in the Auction, including song lyrics, sketches and drawings are being sold for private use only. No right to reproduce or otherwise commercially exploit the copyright or other intellectual property in the lots is included with the sale of any lot. Queen Productions Limited, Queen Music Limited, and all other rights holders reserve all their rights. (x)

#Freddie Mercury #Queen #Sotheby's #freddie's auction #I'd love to have a catalogue .. but I'd want it to contain everything #not just selected bits #it does sound interesting!#someone will get one and share .. I hope!

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awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands · 2 months

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Valentine's weekend(ish): wlw and mlw edition

( btw there's only one mlw couple because the other two moodbards are in the other two posts)

Sharise Ruddell x Bobbi Brown : Pottery date Victoria De Angelis: Museum date Freddie Mercury and Jim Hutton: Dance party/class date Lzzy Hale: Roller Skating Date

#moodboard #rock #rock band #halestorm #maneskin #queen #sharise neil #bobbi brown #freddie mercury #jim hutton #lzzy hale #mlm #wlw #valentine's day #valentines day

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Weird, when i first read Mary's comment ("Freddie's waiting for you") i read it in entirely different way. I see now that it was probably cruel, but i read it as romantic - like she thought Jim was Freddie's true love and Freddie was waiting for him in heaven.

I read it that way first, too. So did @freddie-mercury-rising, we talked about this very thing recently.

Thing is, I'd actually appreciate someone handing me the source for that story please because I don't even remember where it's from, I'm literally going on 'x blogger said Jim was offended that Mary said this to him'. So really, who did this story come from? I'm not questioning it's veracity and I'm not at all doubting Mary might have said that in a way which did not sit right with Jim. But are these Jim's word? A tabloid? Joe? Peter?

Anyone have it?

EDIT: It was from Jim’s book, and being such a genuine guy as Jim seemed, I don't doubt that she said it or that he was hurt. I have a slight suspicion, which is complete speculation, that she was trying to say something nice there but failed on account of an underlying, unsuppressable sense of resentment. But at the end of the day, who knows.

#ask response

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Look at me, a wants-to-write-but-blocks-themselves-because-the-first-letter-I-type-down-has-to-be-perfect-fanfic writer.

I've been hoarding various prompt lists like whumptober and fluffbruary. I even snatched myself one of those ironstrange bingo cards in hopes I could fill one of prompts in a year. But now half of the year is over and my card still empty.

I feel like a failure 😞

ah, you've come to the right place. abandon your perfectionism, all ye who enter here. this is a land of unedited drafts, fics written in a haze of hyperfixation, caffeine highs and/or mental breakdowns. i've mastered the art of "good enough".

remember- writing is messy! the process is messy, and the product can be messy too. in a sense nothing people write is ever truly 'finished'- there's always room for improvement. that's how art works, in my humble opinion. try to find enjoyment in the process, not the product. as the artist, your own work will always seem imperfect. but that doesn't make it any less valuable.

it might help to know how i write most of my fics. maybe my method isn't your style, but i'll walk you through it anyway since it might help.

sit down to write. or write standing up. where isn't important. what matters most is you've got an idea or a prompt or an anything that makes you want to write.

word barf. this is the very rough draft phase. throw out everything you know you want to have happen into the doc. try not to read over what you're putting down (the messiness of it all can be daunting). mine often are made up of unfinished sentences, half-baked scene ideas, 'they do x and then y", mixed with some finished portions. if you get stuck, you can always come back, and you'll already have a little something on the page :)

splice and dice. this is where i put my scenes in their order (if they weren't already, it rly depends on what you're writing. sometimes it's linear, sometimes it's not). biggest thing i use this phase for is working out where i need transitions between scenes, where i need to expand my "x then y" bits into writing, and and where i can just put a empty line with a "-" in the center to indicate a new scene.

flesh it out. i get stuck here a lot. this is the step where you weave your scenes together, write your dialogue, fill in your placeholders. it's okay to just skip parts and come back to them. some parts, if they're really giving you trouble, can just be removed entirely. you're the writer- it's up to you. choose your battles.

(optional) editing. sometimes i just don't even bother, especially if i know i'll hate reading what i've written (if this happens to you, it's best to skip the editing! a few mistakes are no big deal. i find it easier to just throw it to the wolves (readers), who are usually very nice and rarely point out mistakes. they're not picky). sometimes editing is just a quick pass for typos. but you can also get into it a little more, really go elbow-deep, and edit to improve things like flow, pacing, tone, and other boring stuff. totally unnecessary, though. if you hate this step? skip it.

it took me maybe a year to feel comfortable enough to post something i'd written. and it's okay, too, if you don't feel comfortable posting anything. you can never post it. or you can do it anyway. sometimes i say to myself, "i want to read more of this specific ship/trope/situation/dynamic/whatever" and i make it myself. they say to write what you want to read, and that's even more true for fanfic. there are people out there who want to read the same things as you. sometimes you gotta look your fear in the eyes, quote Freddie Mercury and say, "I'll fucking do it, darling."

having said that, this might be most important- it's okay if you never post anything you write. fanfic is something we do for fun- there is no failure. the most important thing is to enjoy yourself. there doesn't have to be any finished product- just enjoy the process.

i hope this wasn't too ramble-y or anything. my brain works in strange ways, so this might be totally unhelpful. who knows! but i'll post it anyway, in case it is.

#answered

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warriorteam1924 · 1 year

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J'ai publié 873 fois en 2022 => posted 873 times (so far ^^)

65 billets créés (7%) => 65 created posts. that’s not a lot i know....

808 billets reblogués (93%) => 808 reblogs hey not bad

Les blogs que j'ai le plus reblogués :

@eileen-crys

@painandpleasure86

@julescape

@deakys-chesthair

@beydeaks

=> that’s because they are my lovelies

J'ai étiqueté 873 billets en 2022 => tags ahah

#warriorteam1924 reblogs - 794 billets

#dont shun it queue it - 759 billets

#queen - 682 billets

#john deacon - 444 billets

#freddie mercury - 312 billets

#brian may - 216 billets

#roger taylor - 216 billets

#veronica tetzlaff - 90 billets

#johnica - 85 billets

#joe mazzello - 81 billets

Tag le plus long : 102 caractères

#forgive my lack of inspiration and my lack of time but eh 2 edits and 2 fics isnt that bad ahahaha lol

=> lol that is so lame ^^”

Mes billets vedette en 2022 : top 5 posts in 2022

n°5

Sooo i did something 💖💜

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n°4

Write your letters in the sand

Ben Hardy x Reader

Author’s note : Hi my beauties. Here we are for a lil something for the amazing Ben Hardy’s Birthday. It’s dedicated to a special someone to me, but feel free to read it if you want to. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks in advance for the feedback. Also, I remind you English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes….

Warnings : None, I guess it’s okay

Summary : Another Birthday with Ben....

Words count : 1,661words

Permanent tag list : @reavenedges-lies @thosequeenboys @born-to-lose @orionis8689 @queenlover05

The weather was incredibly and surprisingly mild for the season. Even if it was still winter, you frowned as you noticed you didn’t need a scarf or your hat to get out. Even the dogs seemed to be happy to be able to go in the garden freely, not having to put their coats on.

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78 notes - publié le 2 janvier 2022

n°3

J’ai deux amours....

Ben Hardy X FemReader

Author’s note : Hi my beauties. This piece is very special because it was actually a request…. It took me quite some time, but i do hope the person who requested will like it. Well, I hope you all enjoy it. Thanks in advance for the feedback. Also, I remind you English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes….

@/anon who requested : I hope you like it…. Sorry it took some time to write this one. I know the plot is not Ben actually dating a french gal, but this is how inspiration came.

Request from anon : Hey ! I saw that you wrote an imagine about ben dating a brazilian girl, could you write one about him dating a french girl ?

Warnings : none I think, some parts are in french, but it’s not too hard

Summary : Ben visiting France....

Words count : 3,280 words

Permanent tag list : @reavenedges-lies @thosequeenboys @born-to-lose @orionis8689 @queenlover05 (please feel free to let me know it’s now useless to tag you, i wouldn’t want anyone to feel like they have to read anything i might be posting)

It was a special day for you. At last, you had been able to get back to Paris again, to visit your favorite museum, The Louvres. The place was huge, with so many different pieces of art, so many departments, but also so many tourists and visitors.

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86 notes - publié le 4 avril 2022

n°2

Ethereal.... Colorized by me 💖💜

=> oh yes this one has been my phone wallpaper for quite some time, so beautiful ^^

89 notes - publié le 2 mai 2022

Mon billet n°1 en 2022

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106 notes - publié le 6 février 2022

=> when i think some gifs makers get thousands of notes. that’s a shame cause i don’t think mine are so bad honestly.....

well it’s been a busy year, but i’ve tried to create a bit. my top 5 isn’t that bad, even if the First one hardly gets over 100 notes.

I’m probs gonna repeat myself, but folks, stop asking for reblogs and support if you don’t do it yourself. I think my rates are not fair regarding the way i reblog a full load of stuff. and im full busy, so that’s not an excuse. just move your ass and do it, or else you just shut up about your own creations.

I’m not going to carry on cause people will think i’m not enjoying being here anylonger, which isn’t the case. I love the queen/borhaps fandom. I have the tendency not to understand people and the way they behave. that’s all

Take care everyone and thanks to all of you who keep on supporting me, like when you reblog stuff, and not only new stuff or stuff you only see passing in front of your nose. again, it’s not that hard ^^

love you all 💖💜

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