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this is a relationship, that i don’t think anyone saw coming – cl16

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Summary: The one where you and Charles think you are successfully fooling everyone on the grid, when in reality you are the ones being fooled.

Pairing: charles leclerc x merc!driver!reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: cursing, kissing, hiding a relationship (and doing it very badly), smut elements! (in one of the scenes, nothing penetrative), idiots to lovers, sexism and racism in motorsports, pop culture references (bad and many of them).

Request: “Hello! Can I request a charles leclerc imagine where the reader is a f1 driver and they try to hide their relationship from the paddock, but everyone knows and in the end they just reveal it. Thanks xx” + “this is not a request, but, can you use a dialogue from one of your favourite tv shows/series?”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! the title comes from an episode of the kardashians, but it was very popular on tiktok for a while so here you go! the request for this one was so good, and i had so much fun writing this, so i hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i do. the dialogue i used for the second request/promt is from season 1 episode 9 of suits, which is one of my absolute favourite tv series of all time (even though it has too many legal inaccuracies), and you can watch the scene from here. ALSO, because i can never choose one, i decided to use another dialogue from season 1 episode 18 of gilmore girls, and i think it is the best piece of television ever written, and you can watch it from here. there are a bunch of pop culture references in there, so if you can spot them, you are a star! thank you anons for your requests, and i hope you guys enjoy this one! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.

Charles is not stupid, in fact, he prides himself in being smart. However, as one of his best friends are looking at him with an unamused glare, he suddenly fears that he might have been stupid when he was getting ready before arriving at the venue for the party tonight.

“You are not dressed,” Pierre drawls, “What are you wearing?”

“A suit?” Charles asks, confused as he looks at his friend’s attire. “What are you wearing?”

Pierre points to the outfit he’s wearing, which consists of brown pants with a linen shirt and a brown vest thrown over it, an annoyed look washes over his face as he explains, “I’m Indiana Jones, this is a costume party, Charles.”

“Why would you have a costume party when you’re turning 27?” Charles’ face scrunches up in even more confusion.

“Because it’s fun, and it’s my birthday.” Pierre rolls his eyes, “We have to do something about it; Kika, I need help!” He calls out to her girlfriend, who rushes into the room in a white dress and a very voluminous blonde wig.

“What’s wrong?” Kika asks, her eyes falling on Charles’ outfits as she groans disappointedly, “Who are you supposed to be?”

“I didn’t know!” Charles argues.

“Mate,” Pierre objects, “it was on the invitation; ‘Hollywood Icons’?”

“We can fix this,” Kika tries to offer Charles a supportive smile. “You could be… Patrick Bateman?”

Charles’ eyes widen with shock, “From ‘American Psycho’?”

“Morbid, Kiks,” Pierre shakes his head.

Kika shrugs, “He’s hot. What about Brad Pitt in ‘Mr. and Mrs. Smith’?”

“Does he even wear a suit in that one?” Pierre asks, still shaking his head in thought.

Kika lets out a loud groan, “James Bond!”

“That could work–” Charles start saying at the same time Pierre objects, “The suit is not sharp enough.”

“Then give him a tie, Pierre.” Kika frowns. “God, the two of you are like children, not even the girls had this much trouble, and the two of us almost matched.”

You’re shivering when you finally arrive at the venue thanks to the thin trench coat thrown over your costume. You link your arm with Lily, who is holding Alex’s hand and the two of them are dressed up as Jack and Rose. “Why are we doing this, again?”

“Because we like Pierre, he is nice.” Lily turns to Alex to let him fix her ginger wig for her as she replies to you.

“I don’t know, I think I want to go back to the hotel.” You mumble, your hands nervously playing with the belt of your coat.

“Just give it a try, Y/N,” Alex smiles at you. “We’ll take you back if you’re still feeling nervous.”

You nod your head with a sigh as you let Lily pull you in towards the entrance of the apartment building. You’re too busy admiring the Italian architecture when you hear a squeal. “You guys made it!” Alex excuses himself to go greet some of the other drivers and you smile at Kika as she pulls you and Lily in for a hug at the same time as she chants, “I’m dying to see your guys’ costumes, show me, show me!”

You laugh softly as you take of your coat, pulling gasps from both of the girls looking over your outfit. “You both knew what my costume was going to be!” You whine, holding your coat close to your body.

“I didn’t know it was going to be –” Lily starts, looking at Kika for help.

“Tight,” Kika clears her throat, “it’s very tight, and your body looks amazing!”

“You’re literally a model, Kiks,” you mumble, “can we please focus on Lily and how historically accurate her costume is? Not to mention yours, I mean, Marilyn?”

“You look amazing, Lily.” Kika agrees, giving her a warm smile. “And thank you, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Kika,” she turns to you, “thank you, Y/N. I’m going to find Alex, meet you at the bar?”

“Sure, see you.” You tell her, smiling as she starts to walk towards the crowd.

“Let me take your coat,” Kika leans over you. “You should grab a drink before more people arrive, Pierre made sure to invite half of the city, it seems like.”

You thank her before she leaves to hang your coat, taking a deep breath as you start moving between dancing people, some of whom greet you as you make your way towards the bar. You give the bar tender a tight smile as you order yourself a gin and tonic, strawberry, of course. The first thing Charles notices about you is your hair, having memorised all the different tones mixed between your locks. His eyes travels down your body, his eyes linger particularly on your dress; the white bodice is connected to the tie dye skirt by a metal circle, and it is oh so tight, accentuating all your curves in the best way possible. His legs start to move towards you in their own volition when his eyes reach the leather thigh-high boots, his voice is thick as he approach you from your right. “Y/N.”

You look at him with your lips parted in shock, your voice coming out in a low breath. “Charles, you’re here.” You let him take one of your hands into his as you lock eyes with him. “I thought you were going to be in Monaco.”

“I was already in Italy for the car testing.” He explains, his fingers gently caress your inner wrist. “I’ve missed you. Were you back at home?”

“I’ve missed you too,” a smile takes over your face, “yes, I’m trying to get used to changing cities.”

“I’ll give you a private tour when we go back.” He offers, eliciting a giggle from you as you reach for your drink and take a sip from the straw. His breath hitches for a moment when he focuses too much on the way your red-painted lips close around the plastic, but he’s quick to shake it off. “Did you see the pictures on Twitter?”

“The ones with Frédéric?” You ask him and he nods in return. The pictures he is referring to being his new team principle giving your four-year-old niece some daisies. There is a teasing smile on your lips as you say, “Don’t worry, Charles, I’m not coming for a Ferrari seat. He was just giving Cecily some flowers when we were passing by.”

“I wish you would’ve brought her into the garage, I’ve missed her.” The pout he’s sporting lets you know that he is being genuine and not putting on a show for your attention.

“You know I couldn’t, I had to get back to my own garage before the race.” The emphasis you use makes him roll his eyes as his fingers occupy themselves with the stacked bracelets on your wrist. “Who are you supposed to be, anyway?”

“James Bond.” He replies in an unattached voice, exhaling a deep breath. “I didn’t realise it was a costume party.”

“Charles,” you laugh, head tilted to the side as you keep holding his gaze, “it was on the invitation, darling.”

He groans, “I know that, now. Pierre was not impressed when I first showed up.”

“I can imagine.” You agree in a sympathetic voice. “Maybe we should’ve thought of something before you left last week.”

“Oh, yeah, like what? Vivian?” He smirks, his eyes going over your body once more, but without any shame this time. “Do you have any idea how great you look?”

“It was the last movie we watched.” You shrug, a coy smile on your lips. “Maybe you could’ve been a ballerina, like Natalie Portman, in ‘Black Swan’.”

He lets out a hearty laugh. “Oh please, you know how good my legs would look in tights compared to yours.”

“Oh, chéri,” You tut, stepping closer to him as you rake your fingers down on his tie. “You couldn’t if you tried.”

“I would crush you.” He challenges as he lifts an eyebrow.

You shake your head. “You wouldn’t touch me.”

“Why not?” He asks, amused.

You shrug in a nonchalant manner. “Because you'd be too busy staring at me in tights.”

“No I wouldn’t,” Charles argues, shaking his head slightly.

“You’re doing it right now.” You sing in a light voice.

“You’re not wearing any.” He points out, his hands moving to rest on the bare skin of your waist, curtesy of the cut-outs your dress provides.

You tug on his tie to draw him closer to you, his lips lingering near his ear as you whisper, “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

He is left speechless when you let him go, grab your drink and start walking towards your teammate, making sure to add an extra sway to your hips because you know Charles is watching you to confirm what you’ve just told him.

You have a secret, and it’s big – big, huge. And it has something to do with the Monegasque laying beneath you. Charles talks about the last few days he spent at the Ferrari factory as you listen to him, your eyes focused on the way his face moves through various expressions when he talks about the car. Your chin is placed on your hands which are placed together on his chest, giving you the perfect view of his face. His fingers are moving on the bare skin on your back, the white bed sheet pulled up only enough to cover the globe of your ass. Although you try your best to keep up with his stream of consciousness, humming where accurate and asking him questions here and there, but Charles can see the sleepy look in your eyes through your hooded eyes.

“Are you okay, mon soleil?” He asks, his chest rumbling with his voice underneath your hands.

“Sleepy,” you mumble, leaning up against him to bury your face against the side of his neck, “you’re warm, though.”

He pulls the sheet up your body; interpreting the way you shiver as you being cold, when the actual reason is the pleasure the skin to skin contact brings. “You can go back to sleep; we still have some time.” The incoherent mumbles leaving your lips makes him chuckle, which in return makes you smile against him. Your fingers trace over the edge of his five o’clock shadow, and you suddenly find yourself thanking whatever deity is up there that he forgot to shave because of all the commotion of travelling over the past few days. “What did you just say?”

“It’s just funny that you tell me I should sleep after you’ve kept me up the entire night, darling.” Your breathy chuckle hits the side of his neck as he lets out a chuckle of his own.

“I didn’t hear you complaining at any point,” he raises one of his brows, earning him a pat against his chest and you making yourself rise enough to glare at him.

You try your best to frown at him, locking your gaze with his, as you can feel the heat starting to rise up to your face at the mention of your not so innocent activities of last night. “You’re incorrigible, Charles.”

“Oh, chérie,” he coos, brushing the pad of his thumb over the swell of your cupids-bow. You’re about to give in and give him a kiss when he rises up, himself, with a frown and you in his arms.

“What’s wrong?” You ask in a worried voice, following his line of vision to your closed bedroom door.

“Does anyone else have your keys?” Charles asks, “I heard the front door open–”

Your eyes widen as you scramble to get off him, pulling the sheet up to cover your nakedness. “Charles, hide!” You hiss, while trying to force him to move.

“Y/N?” You hear your assistant, Margo, yell through the house. “I got those thermal things you wanted!”

“One second, please!” You call back to her, looking at Charles with pleading eyes. Thankfully, he manages to hide underneath the sheets just before Margo barges into the room. Even more luckily, the duvet over the sheets ends up hiding his body seamlessly. “Hi, Margo.” You give her the best smile you can muster up under the situation, your hand still clutching the bedsheet on your chest with enough force to make your hand hurt.

“Oh my god, are you naked under there?” Margo babbles, a light blush covering her cheeks. “Since when do you sleep naked?”

“Um… I heard it’s good for your circulation?” You answer her in an unsure voice, causing Charles to tighten his hands on your thighs in warning, you have no idea how he managed to squeeze between them in the first place. “Thank you for the thermals, you’re an angel.”

“N-no problem.” She smiles at you nervously, obviously stressed because of the lack of clothes on your body for the sake of professionalism. “Toto wanted me to tell you that he is meeting up with Lewis for lunch later and asked me to ask you to join them if you were free.”

“Sure, do you know wh-when?” You stutter during the last word, feeling Charles’ fingers and breath coming closer to your center.

Margo checks her watch, then looks back up at you. “Around three, at that Italian place the team went out for dinner the last time.”

You nod in acknowledgement as you try the remember the exact location of the restaurant she mentioned, gasping because Charles decides to give your clit a little lick before taking it between his lips to gently suck on it. “I’ll be there!” You rush out, hands gripping the white sheet even tighter.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Margo asks while eyeing you up with worry, “Should I take you to a doctor, or something?”

“Oh no, I’m fine, honey.” You wave her off with a nervous chuckle. “I think it’s all in your – head!”

“Um.. okay. I’ll see you later, then.” Margo mumbles as she leaves your room with red cheeks.

You throw your head back in a groan over the awkward encounter, waiting until hearing the front door open and close before pulling the sheets back and glaring at the man between your thighs, who still has his mouth on you, by the way. “You are evil, Charles, pure evil! What were you thinking?”

He draws back slightly to raise a questioning brow. “Do you want me to stop?” However, he resumes his torture when you don’t answer him, looking up at you while grinning like the devil himself as he murmurs into your skin, “That’s what I thought.”

It’s hard, being a woman in the motorsport world, and especially in F1. While some may say it’s unprecedented, and you’d agree, you also think there’s going to be misogynistic pigs in any sector you might end up working in, so why not have some fun? The article comes out the day before the race, right before the qualifying session. You’re not the one to check your phone before going on track, but an urge to do so pokes at you when you realise people are giving you worried looks in the Mercedes garage. Your jaw tightens as you read through the article, fingers tightening around your phone as you read every single sexist comment being made about the way you dress, talk, and your entire F1 career and accomplishments being discredited just because of your gender. You’re absolutely fuming as you throw your phone onto the couch in your driver’s room and grab your helmet and balaclava as you walk briskly towards the garage.

Both Toto and Lewis look at you with surprised, but worried, looks as you announce, “Make me go out first.”

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Toto asks, sharing a worried glance with Lewis. “You usually wait for a while for other people to–.”

“No, I’m sure.” You tug on your balaclava as you add, “Make sure I’m on softs, please.”

The two men watch you walk off towards your car, Lewis mumbling, “Hell hath no fury like the woman scorned.” The Austrian turns to him, eyebrows raised, which causes him to roll his eyes. “Yes, Toto, I read.”

You’re a force to be reckoned with on track during qualifying. Although having not the best start to the season, you push your Mercedes to its absolute limits, managing to outpace even the Red Bulls, and constantly asking your engineer for another lap until Toto has to ask you to retire for the day – in long story short, you are the pole sitter for the Sunday’s race. There are four people waiting for you when you get out of your car, those four people being: Toto, Susie, Lewis and Mick – though you’re pretty sure the latter was dragged into this intervention because you’re usually unable to get angry next to the reserve driver.

“You were reckless out there, Y/N.” Toto frowns, crossing his arms over his chest (Mick copies his actions, nodding, as he does his best to give you a stern look).

“I drove the best I have in over a year,” you argue, “we are starting on P1 tomorrow because of my driving today.”

“I don’t care if we start P20, you know you shouldn’t have gone out there that angry!” Susie places a pacifying hand on your team principle’s arm when his voice gets higher.

“We know you were angry about the article,” Lewis starts, but you cut him off as you grumble,

“A very astute conversation, Lewis.” You snap, not allowing him to continue as you begin ranting, “He called me a ‘Malibu Barbie’, and suggested that I should find another career, do you know how disheartening that is?”

“They called me Ken once,” Mick mumbles with a small pout on his lips, quickly mumbling “sorry,” when you give him a scathing look.

“There will always be journalists who are against you and me,” Lewis goes on to remind you, “I told that before you signed, and before your first race.”

“I know, but–” You stop to swallow down a sob, tilting your head back to delay the tears which are threatening to come out. “They implied that I’ve slept my way up to where I am today,” you inhale a deep breath as your voice wavers, “I’m so tired of my accomplishments being reduced to this.”

“Men will always be afraid of women who have the ability to be better at their jobs than they are,” Susie smiles softly at you – soft, but not pitiful, you realise. “It doesn’t mean that we should give up, it means that we do our best to make sure they are proved wrong.”

“You could’ve hurt yourself and others today,” Toto shakes his head, “you almost collided with both of the Ferraris.”

Your entire break pauses at the mention of the red cars, mind quickly drifting to the owner of the eyes you love looking into, but you’re quick to snap yourself out, “Are they okay?”

“Both Carlos and Charles are fine,” Susie assures you.

“No more reckless driving,” Toto points a finger at you and then to Lewis, who raises his arms in surrender. “I mean it.” He pats you on the back before leaving, whispering a quick, “Good job today, kiddo.”

“Why do I get in trouble because of you?” Lewis wonders aloud, his hands on his hips.

“We haven’t been teammates for that long, Lewis.” You squint your eyes.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Mick asks with a concerned look on his face.

You nod in thought, pointed to both of them. “I will be, but I need both of your help.”

Mick gulps, voice tentative as he asks, “We’re not doing anything illegal, are we?”

After you’re done explaining your plan to your teammates, you say goodbye to both of them and make your way towards your driver’s room. Charles gets up, quickly, from the couch as you enter, shocked expressions on both of your faces. “H-how did you get in here?”

“I had to sneak in through the back,” he explains as he gets closer to you, hands quickly cup your cheek for his thumbs to swipe under your eyes. “Chérie, did you cry?”

“I- no!” You shake your head as you try to get him off. “I’m just- ugh, I’m just so angry!”

He lets you rant in his arms, eventually giving in and shedding a few tears of frustration, but he doesn’t comment until you’re done with your thoughts, and when he does comment, it is not to undermine your feelings. He takes you back to the hotel, and before the two of you leave your garage, he sneaks a soft kiss on your lips which has you melting in his arms. Unbeknown to you, Susie, Toto and Lewis watch the interaction from the other end of the corridor, with the latter murmuring, “Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning.” Lewis gives Toto a side-eye as the team principle looks at him with the same surprised look from before, “For the last time, man, I read!”

All the eyes in the car are on you, the next morning when you, Mick and Lewis arrive to the track in the same car. “You ready to leave?” Lewis asks you, looking at you from the rear-view mirror from the passenger seat; Mick drove to the track instead of you because you told them both there was no way you were driving with the heels you wore today.

“It’s now or never,” you mutter, subconsciously fixing your hair.

“Give them hell.” Mick turns back to smile at you, and you give him a nervous smile as you exit the car.

A few people around the entrance turn to give you funny looks, you reply to some of them by offering a thin-lipped smile. The real show starts when you finally enter the racing grounds, photographers turning to snap a picture of you when they realise it’s actually you. You plaster on a plastic smile, waving at them as you do your absolute best to walk in the 6-inch heels which were definitely not the brightest idea you’ve ever had.

“Hi, Barbie!” A similar voice calls out to you, and you smile genuinely for the first time as you call back. ,

“Hi, Ken!” You turn towards Pierre, pushing your sunglasses up towards your hair as you watch the Frenchman walk towards you with Carlos and Charles behind him.

“Please tell me it’s a wig,” Carlos frowns, his eyes lingering on your suddenly platinum hair.

“I’m having fun as a blonde, Carlos.” You shrug innocently, your arms crossing over your chest, and the pink dress you’ve decided to wear for the occasion.

Pierre nods in support, “Blondes do have more fun, Carlos.”

“I- Why?” Carlos asks, not getting the joke shared between you and Pierre. “I don’t understand.”

“Fine, no soup for you, then.” You mumble rolling your eyes. However, your eyes widen when you realise he genuinely doesn’t get the reference. “Seriously- Carlos, it’s from Seinfeld.”

“I’ve never watched it.” He admits, his frown still prominent on his face.

“It’s okay, mate,” Pierre assures him taking him away to explain the joke to him, which leaves you and Charles alone.

You turn to Charles with a coy smile on your face. “You like the new look?”

“I- but, when?” He asks you, more confused then ever. “You were not blonde when I left last night.”

“Mick bought the dye for me.” You explain, trying to supress a grin. “We stayed up all night trying to bleach my hair.”

“You stayed up all night?” Charles asks, more concerned now that he learns that you didn’t have a good night’s sleep. “That’s so wrong, mon soleil, why did you do it? Is it about the article? Of course, it is.”

“Charles, calm down, darling.” You place a hand on his chest, even though you’re hyperaware of the fact that both of you are out in the open. “I’m just going to prove something, alright? I feel fine.”

“You should’ve slept.” Charles frowns, taking a deep breath. “Are you sure you feel good enough to be in a car?”

You nod excitedly. “Positive, I have a race to win. And wait until you see what Lewis and I are going to wear.”

“I can’t wait, chérie.”

Just as you promised Charles, you win the race. Your pace is even better than the previous day, but instead of being fuelled by anger, you are fuelled by determination to win. Your engineers play Aqua’s Barbie Girl as a surprise, and to make things even better, Lewis and you stand on the podium in a Mercedes 1-2 in your matching pink helmets and shoes – even Toto donned pink glasses for the occasion. Charles lets out a hearty laugh alongside you on the podium when he sees your outfits. Yeah, you decide in that moment, this one is for the girls.

You and Charles’ relationship happened so unexpectedly, but that doesn’t mean that you regret a secret moment of it. It all started when you were moving to Monte Carlo at the end of last year’s season, and Charles was the only one available to help you in the process – not that you asked him of course, he offered you to help because he is a gentleman like that. It didn’t take the both of you long enough to go on dates as you spent more and more time together, and it was a natural transition to both of you dating each other exclusively. Despite what you expected, the first time Charles actually kissed you was on a cliff overlooking the entirety of Monte Carlo, the view was beautiful, but you were still apprehensive because of your location on the cliff. So, being the gentleman he is, Charles offered to hold you, and that’s when he decided to kiss you.

Lewis comes back to the table after taking a phone call as he apologises, “Sorry, I was on the phone; long distance.”

“God?” You ask him, mockingly nodding, which makes George and Carmen laugh.

“London,” Lewis clarifies as he gives you a questioning look.

You gasp as you ask. “God lives in London?”

“No, my mother in lives in London.” Lewis replies in the calmest voice he can muster.

“You mother is God?” You ask right back, without the appearance of joking. Your small discussion grabs the attention of other drivers and couples as the two of you continue bickering.

“Y/N,” Lewis tries to warn you, but you continue on with your rant.

Leaning towards Charles, Alex and Lily who are seated close together, you announce, “So, God is a woman.”

“Y/N!” Lewis groans this time.

“And my teammates mother, it’s so cool! I’m definitely going to ask for strategy points for the next season.”

The table shares a laugh as you and Lewis continue bickering back and forth, eliciting laughs from people who watch you with amusement. Eventually, Pierre clears his throat. “Okay, what is everyone’s plans for the break?” he asks, trying to look over the long table.

“Isa and I are off to Mallorca,” Carlos announces as she presses a sweet kiss to his cheek.

“I’m going back home,” Yuki shrugs.

“I’m going to see Chloe and Scotty,” Lance mumbles, “and probably Daniel, too.”

Everyone goes around to announce their plans for the break, but when it comes to you and Charles, you are nervous as you announce, “I’m just going to stay home, get to know the city, you know?”

“Yeah, same.” Charles nods, thinking he got away with his evasive answer.

“You’re going to get to know the city you were born and raised in?” Fernando asks with a knowing smirk.

“You can always find new things if you know where to look,” Charles replies in a serious tone, trying to appear stern as he nods to strengthen his point. You’re busy squeezing his hand under the table to death.

“Yeah, like what?” Max asks, which earns him a slap on the arm from Kelly. “What? I’m curious.”

“Like, umm, like-like cafés, and bookshops, and you know those little stores which sell souvenirs but not the generic kind?” He rambles, trying to think of more examples.

“Okay that’s enough,” Lewis cuts him off, shaking his head as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “We all know the two of you are dating. The entire grid, and engineers, and probably most of the team principles.”

“What?” You laugh nervously, trying to shrug him off. “Don’t be stupid.”

“Yeah, we are not dating.” Charles shakes his head, his octave going up as he receives looks from people around the table. “We are not!”

“Drop the act, it’s disgusting the way you two look at each other.” Checo complains from the other side of the table.

“Yeah, and I can see him doing stuff to your hand under the table.” Lance winces.

“He is not doing stuff to my hand under the table!” You squeal, but Charles is too busy trying to contain his laughter next to you. “Is this funny to you, Charles?”

“I mean, a little bit,” Charles confirms, finally succumbing to his laugher, “we have nothing to hide now, chérie.”

“I knew it!” Pierre exclaims, “I told you I saw them together at my birthday!” He tells his girlfriend.

“Toto and I saw them kissing after quali,” Lewis shrugs.

You gasp as you turn towards him. “You did not!”

“Yes we did,” Lewis argues, “even Susie saw.”

Charles pulls you towards himself, still laughing over people arguing whether they saw you together over the past year or not, as he wraps your arms around your shoulder, you murmur to him, “I am so crashing next to him next year, Daniel style.” You take a pause to think, “No, Mazepin style.”

“Maybe not crash into your teammate for the sake of poor Toto, mon soleil.”

You let out an unsatisfied grumble as you hear Alex complain to Lily, “Why didn’t she tell me? I thought we were best friends!” You groan and look around the table at all the people around you, who are all surprisingly supportive of your relationship, you smile as you press a soft kiss to Charles’ lips.

He grins as he asks, “What was that for?”

“Nothing,” you shrug, “I just think you’re pretty cool.”

“I think you’re pretty cool, too, my love.” He mumbles and gives you another kiss despite few groans coming from around the table.

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Roofies and Camo

!!TW!! Heavy references to drugging and drink tampering

Ch. 1: A night at the club to clear the head

Party season runs rampant this time of year. Between Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas, it seems like everyone is using the impending festivities and reunions as an excuse to drink until they can't remember their own names. And you join them. It's not like you had anything better to do, considering you were back in town for two reasons and two reasons only. You came to visit your folks and reminisce on old memories with your fiancee. Except your folks took a surprise trip out of town and won't be back for three days, and your high school sweetheart fiancee decided to toss out the marriage for a waitress with fewer years and fewer grey hairs than you. So, here you are, newly single after a five-year-long relationship, falling back into the chaotic embrace of the downtown nightlife scene.

Flashing, pulsing LED lights, blaring remixes of the top 100 hits and club classics, and outfits far too revealing to see the light of day, the atmosphere makes the unwavering waterfall of tears stop, even if it's just for a night. You find yourself amongst the hoards of inebriated dancers in a club you don't remember the name of. All you remember is it was something edgy like Vortex or Blacklight, and there was a thirty-five-dollar cover fee that was almost enough to turn you right back around and push you into the comfort of a cheap motel and an even cheaper tub of ice cream. But getting over him is worth the thirty-five dollar entry. Maybe even the thirteen-dollar drinks. Ok, maybe not that far, but you're still here.

Bodies push up against one another. Perfect strangers sloppily lock lips as if it's the last time they'll ever get the chance. You have to practically swim through the writhing crowd to make it back to the bar for your third, maybe fifth, or sixth drink. The number doesn't really matter as long as the tears stay gone and you can't feel a thing. Is it unhealthy? Yes. Does it mean you're going to go home and do something better like yoga or journaling? Hell no.

Another fourteen dollars and a vodka soda later, the world blurs together when you turn your head too quickly, and nothing matters. You're loose, you're relaxed, you're having fun, and you're happy. Everything is ok.

It's better, you decide after an internal debate, to hang back by the bar for now. The drinks have a strong hold on you and you're not sure you can trust your legs to fully support you and function enough to walk at the moment. Not quite drunk, you can see drunk from here and it's maybe half a drink off. Yeah, walking is a bad idea right now.

Truth be told, it's equally as entertaining to people-watch as it is to be out on the dancefloor. Seeing women laughing with their friends, seeing men cheer each other on as they race to see who can take down the most shots, seeing folks who know nothing about each other exchange numbers along with flirty winks and drunken promises. Dancing or holding yourself up on the bar, it's better than a room at a questionably cleaned Great Western and a tub of Great Value chocolate ice cream. People having fun and enjoying life. It's what you need. A reminder that things get better and life is fun.

You're not watching for more than five or ten minutes when a man, who you hadn't even noticed had taken up the spot next to you at the bar, taps you on the shoulder, and slides you a drink. He has to lean close to your ear and speak rather loudly to be heard over the blaring music.

"Out by yourself?" The man asks. He's maybe 5' 9", maybe 5' 10" (175-177cm by the rest of the world's measure), wearing an unremarkable outfit of sneakers, jeans, and a dark-colored hoodie (the true color undiscernible because of the club's colored, moving and flashing LEDs and the alcohol doesn't help). His hair is cut tight, sealing his overall uninteresting appearance which could belong to just about any man you'd see out on the streets.

"Yeah... that obvious?" You say back to him, the words not coming out the clearest. The drink he slid you is something dark. "What's this?"

"Rum and Coke. I didn't know what you'd had before so I figured it was a safe enough bet. You seem like you need it, no offense." While he was otherwise uninteresting, he was giving you a free drink and he wasn't the worst person in the world to talk to, so you smile a bit and take the drink. Between the other five or six (or was it seven?) drinks and the loose, party atmosphere, your inhibitions are low and your trust is higher. You sip from the drink as you continue the exchange.

"Fianceé cheated. My options were clubs and bars or crying over some telenovela or romcom. So..." You gesture to the happy-go-lucky hedonists occupying the club. The drink he gave you is heavy on the rum, so much so that you can hardly tell there's coke in there at all. Free is free, you remind yourself as you take another drink.

"Yikes. Well, here's to rebounding then." He taps his drink against yours and drinks it down in one go. You do the same. You two continue to converse over the club remixes and others' equally loud conversations. The seventh (eight...?) drink hits hard. Very hard. The world feels like it's spinning, and the flashing lights and loud music are fueling a budding headache. You're having even more trouble staying upright, your muscles seemingly refusing to hold any weight. "You alright there?" The man asks, looking you in the eye.

" I... um..." It's hard to breathe, like there's a weight pushing on your lungs. Your eyes are having trouble staying open as a wave of exhaustion washes over you. "Think... I need to go home..." You start feeling your pockets for your wallet when the man puts his hand over yours.

"I've got you, don't worry." He gestures for the bartender and hands them his card. After a few moments, both you and the man's tabs are closed and he's putting your arm around his shoulder and his arm around your waist. He helps support your weight as he starts moving you both to the exit.

You're out of it, bad. It's not lost on you that your eyelids start to stay closed more than they're open and your head is equally as cooperative, lulling to the side as your neck just doesn't want to provide any support now. Sounds jumble together as the lights make images of kaleidoscopes flash in your mind. Words seem impossible now, coming out as half-hearted mumbles and grunts that don't sound like any discernable words.

Both of you are halfway between the bar and the exit when a couple of men step in front of you and the man. You're hardly cognisant but catch a flash of camo as your head slumps back again. There's a conversation that you can't make out, you're far too out of it to understand, save for a few snippets.

"We're just headed back home --- too much to drink." The man holding you speaks to the ones blocking the path.

"--- know her?"

"--- came in --- else with her" Two voices you don't recognise.

"--- dating for a few --- likes to party a bit too ---" The man holding you says, shuffling his hold on you so it's a bit more solid and you're pressed closer to his side.

There's a new hand that's firmly but gently sits on your arm. You can make out a guy, maybe in his mid-twenties, with darker skin and a cap that has a flag on it. He speaks to you directly. You don't catch everything he says but it's clearer than the previous conversation.

"--- alright? Do --- know this man?" His eyes, which you catch a glimpse of as your eyes shut involuntarily again, seem soft and concerned.

You can't really pull yourself together to respond, ending up with a jumbled "...hmm?" The man who gave you the drink tries to walk you both forward and around the men but the other man's hand hooks more under your arm and pulls you back closer to him, gently but without room for resistance. You catch a glimpse of the others in the way, two men, one with facial hair and another with a short mohawk. The one in the cap speaks to you again, slowly and heavily pronunciated so you can understand.

"Do. you. know. this. man?"

You muster all your energy and consciousness into shaking your head no. That seems to spring the men into action. The one speaking to you pulls you closer to him and a fourth man joins from behind, prying the man and you apart, pulling his arms off you and pushing you to the capped man and pushing the other away from you. His hands are gloved and his face is obscured. The man with the facial hair grabs the collar of the man with you, pulling him away as well and fully separating the two of you.

The man with the mohawk works with the other to hold you up and bring you to the club exit. A commotion breaks out behind you three but you're rapidly losing consciousness at this point. They get you outside and the cool air wakes you up just a little but not by much. They move you over to a window ledge and help you sit there as they hold you upright and the one with the mohawk pats you on the cheek, trying to jog your consciousness

"--- need to --- just --- awake, ok?" He says, and you catch a hint of accent in your haze. You hum and nod a little, though unconsciousness is creeping in quickly. The other is on the phone as Mr. Mohawk opens up your eyes, shining a light in them that makes you try and pull your head back with a discomforted groan. "I know, I know. Just --- and then --- feel better, ok?" He holds his fingers up in front of you and does a few other things as reality slips away, you don't know what he's doing or if you're supposed to be doing something, but you don't.

An ambulance and police cars come screaming up, sirens and lights blaring. Several EMTs come up to you and start doing this or that, all of which you can't discern as your eyes shut fully and stay shut as you drift into unconsciousness.

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dailyhelldorm · 7 days

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[TL][Eichi Feature Scout] Compass in the Heavenly Sky/Chapter 1

Scenario Writer: Yuumasu Character: Eichi, Wataru, Tori, Yuzuru, Hokuto, Subaru, Makoto, Mao, Tatsumi, Hiyori, Hajime, Ritsu Season: Winter

Summary: Because of the continuous postponements, Eichi's turn to have his Exclusive Outfit comes quite late. While pondering his costume design choice, he goes out for a walk to have a change of pace...

Directory: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

[Part 1 ♪]

Location: Meeting Room

Eichi: Even though we are busily preparing for the special 'SS' on New Year,

But I am delighted that none of our 'FLAVOR' members failed to attend our activities like this.

Hiyori: When I hear this will be our last meeting for the year, there is no way I will decline this occasion. It will be boring if the main character isn’t here, isn't that right ♪

Ritsu: That's right. Along with all the delicious desserts from your own private patissier too.

Being together with someone who enjoys idle chit-chatting and having a back-and-forth conversation is pleasant~

Hajime: Fufu. The five of us can come together like this, it is truly a nice thing... ♪

Lately, every meeting always has someone who can’t attend. I understand that it can't be helped, but looking at the empty spot makes me feel a little heavyhearted.

Tatsumi: You are right. The five of us make 'FLAVOR'.

Next year will be busy as well, so I would like us to have the time and spend together like this.

Eichi: Of course, that’s my intention. If not, my mind and body will start yearning for it.

Even superman needs a break too.

... As for this year, there were a lot of things that have happened as well. There are idols from different agencies here, so I ought to rephrase my reflecting words nicelyー

But I am happy that one of our procedures has now reached its final stage.

Part of the managing team of ES appeared to have been looking down on Producer-chan, they said things like ‘Is it even possible to make all Exclusive Outfits for every idol?’ or ‘Won't this plan end up falling apart?’

She is not your ordinary everyday girl, and once again they have had to realize that fact... ♪

Hajime: You mentioned the 'Exclusive Outfit', but Eichi-oniichan still hasn't had his yet, right?

Based on your standpoint, will you undoubtedly end up being the last one? Did Producer-san discuss it with you?

Eichi: She asked for my advice long before, when she was still drafting the Exclusive Outfits plan. ‘Public faces of ES like Tenshouin Eichi should be the first on the list’ is quite a probable suggestion.

But starting with me might create some kind of unwanted political schemes. So to deliberately avoid it, I left Producer-chan in charge of everything.

She considered how busy I was, so that girl let me decide my own timing to make the Exclusive Outfit.

I have been postponing it because I want to take into other people’s outfits as references. But I guess it is about time now.

Since all the same in the end, people might begin to suspect me if I am the last on the final performers’ list[1].

Location: STAR PRO Office (Conference Area)

Eichi: … ... ...

… 'Merry Christmas ♪'

Fufu…

(Watching Branco's PV warms my heart. My fatigue melts away just like the white snow.)

(I want to continue watching, but it's time to get back to my work.)

… ... ...

(... Today's tea party was fun. It has been a while since we had an endless chat like that.)

(It’s nice to hear the stories behind everyone’s Exclusive Outfits. Although Ritsu-kun has teased me about it. 'You're really craving for this huh~?' he said.)

(I can't help it, now can I? Other than Ritsu-kun, people won’t come and discuss their outfits with me.)

(Me too, I want people to come and talk to me casually as well. But considering my status, they might find it hard to consult me.)

(I feel a little bit resentful toward my position now.)

(... Ah, right. About my Exclusive Outfitー)

(Like what I said before, it’s about time for me to contemplate it.)

(Producer-chan told me to think about it whenever I have spare time, but if I do what she said, my outfit will never be finished.)

(This job is also one of the approaches to hype ES up, so it is quite a prominent work. I should put in some effort and come up with something.)

(... Yet, I am in a scramble now. Whenever I open the sketchbook, I can’t think of anything.)

(The only thing inside my mind is all the Exclusive Outfits I have seen until now.)

(Some people expressed their ideal individuality, some showed their true earnest selves, some considered their fans’ feelings… Everything was converted through each and every outfitー)

(And created their one and only Exclusive Outfits in this world.)

(The next one will be me. What is the thing that fits the image of the idol ‘Tenshouin Eichi’…?)

… ... ...

(... Keep gazing at the ceiling won’t get me anywhere. I need a walk to expand my mind.)

[End of Part 1 ☆]

Directory: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Translator’s note:

[1]: The word being used here is Ootori 大トリ. This is a word for when the performers are divided into groups (such as Kohaku Uta Gassen), the last performer of the later group will be the Ootori of the show. The word can also be meant for the biggest performer, as the big stars often appear late. Like Rei's TS2.

#eichi tenshouin #dorm translation #tatsumi kazehaya #hiyori tomoe #hajime shino #ritsu sakuma #translation #enstars translation

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enchantedchocolatebars · 3 months

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If Luz Were Into Vocaloid Headcanons 🎤 💙 🎤 💙

🎤 Original headcanons 💙

💙 Ao3 version 🎤

(This is season 1 Luz btw.)

• We all know that Miku would be her favorite! 🎤💙

• Being a huge nerd, Luz would make amvs, run blogs, write fanfics, draw ship art (Miku x Len and Miku x Luka are her favs), as well as general fan art all dedicated to the characters.

• She plays “World is Mine” in the car and loudly sings along to it as her mom drives her to school. During the entire ride, Camila was confused.

• The song “Po Pi Po” is set as her ringtone.

• At school, she cosplayed as Miku.

• She would make Vocaloid references that no one in her school would get.

• She’s been to a bunch of Vocaloid concerts before.

• When Luz introduces Vocaloid to Willow and Gus, they automatically love it! Who wouldn’t love fictional humans who have cool hair colors, big eyes, and computerized voices!

• When Luz introduces it to Amity, she thinks the whole Vocaloid thing is okay. I mean, it’s not like she's made her own self insert oc and shipped her with Miku and Gumi or anything.

• Luz wants to do an English cover of the song “Magnet” with Amity. When Amity views the English lyrics to the song, her face goes red, but she’s willing to give the singing thing a try, so as long as no one can hear them.

• When Luz introduces Vocaloid to King, he’s not really that into it. However, after listening to an hour of songs and watching a couple of videos, he soon starts to like it. His favorite “android human” is Len or “banana boy” as he likes to call him.

• When Luz introduces it to Eda, it doesn’t interest the owl lady, but she will admit that she does like the look of the woman with the red sleeveless jacket (aka Meiko). She’s got that sort of sassy, rebellious, fun aunt/mom vibe that Eda loves.

• Luz throws a karaoke party at the Owl House and invites Willow, Gus, and Amity there. Being that the party is vocaloid-themed, how it works is that one or two people will get up on the fake cardboard stage and sing a song while the others in the audience cheer them on using glow sticks (sort of like a real Vocaloid concert). The only ones who are dressed up are Luz (who’s cosplaying as Miku) and King (Who’s cosplaying as Len. Luz made the outfit for him and even stitched up a little Rin plushie to go along with it). Everyone has a blast at the party! Hooty even gets the chance to sing a couple of songs.

#the owl house #owl house #toh #luz noceda #anime #vocaloid #hatsune miku #vocaloid miku #ao3 #a03 #ao3 link #a03 link #ao3 writer #a03 writer #headcanon #headcanons #writing #my writing

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luckyqueenreign · 11 months

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Once again I almost ran over here after the very first scene💀💀💀 so let me get into it…

1. These episodes were not as strong or as long as the first 3 but these writers are funny as hell (not sure if it’s intentional or just actually bad writing but it’s enjoyable🤡)

2. I SCARED MY DAMN DOG LAUGHING SO HARD AT THE PUBLIC VOTE…. OF COURSE fusebox found the one way to get our partner stolen without it being our “twins fault”. I think Amelia redeemed herself for me afterwards when they had their cute twin moment though and I’m still picking all the nice options

3. Of course Amelia’s bedtime outfit is hotter than our options🙄

4. Baby Lewie sleeping on the daybeds🥹🥹 what an angel. I just might have to take the soft route this season💀

5. Bella is the real friend here, thank god FB has *hopefully* learned after the Dana BS that if we say we aren’t into girls we don’t want you to keep asking! No shade to those that want a female Li but I love that she pulled us for a friendly chat and i like her better than Grace

6. Portuguese Party Boy….. that line had me rolling. But he’s not it for me so I led him on but didn’t let him kiss me and told the islander’s he likes me better than I like him. Sorry Roberto looks like I’m staying loyal to Lew until Elliot/Hamish pull up

7. PLEASE TELL ME YOU PICKED THE DIAMOND SCENE TO HAVE HIM FEED YOU THE DESSERT IN FRONT OF LEW?!?! I couldn’t do that to Lew Lew since I’m not into Roberto but please give us a run down since you’re in your villain era😈

8. The jealousy scene between Lewie and Roberto was hands down the best part of this volume and I will die on that hill

9. I can’t wait til Ivy gets absolutely shut down by Baby Lew next week. Ain’t no way he’s gonna kiss her after he just came to tell us she’s been all over him and he doesn’t like it. I can’t wait to see her fall off that high horse of hers and come running back to Ryan with her tail between her legs🥱

AHHH love your takes !!

did u do the Ozzy scene during truth or dare?! and the pool scene. fb couldve just given me that this week and I wouldve been ok.

2. this was SOOOOO UNSERIOUS why would they do this literally every single time. there are 14 volumes and like 87 hotties waiting to come in still. Why does fb keep pushing the agenda that I care THIS much about my first LI. Girly I dont! he's just my placeholder until I can fully unlock Ozzy

3. LMAO I dont even remember what it was but now im desperate to go back and look. I loved the pink lingerie with the robe. thats the one I chose

4. this was super cute 💖 even though im fully waiting for Ozzy im going to stay on Lewie's route until I get there.

5. I love Bella and I'm def going to need another bestie after I get with Ozzy. Grace is already starting to get so annoyed/mad at my MC bc shes clearly going for Ozzy 😬

6. I DIED at Portuguese Party Boy...they were trying to pull a Davide from last summers IRL LI UK. and I was def screaming at the reference

7. OK so I didn't bc I didnt want to do that to Lew!!! like flaunting Ozzy in front of him is one thing but willingly going for a boy I know I dont want...I couldnt do it!

8. STRONG AGREE!! I need more jealousy pls fb!! And not just from the girls!! For me I need Ozzy to get a little jelly too...I am paying for all those diamond scenes! It's what I deserve!

#litg s6 #litg #love island game #double trouble

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s3rena-gal · 3 months

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Hi Nestlings!!

I was in a bit of a depressive slump last week, but I am feeling much better today! 🩷

As promised in a previous post, today I will go over which Hellaverse characters embody the “Gal is Mind” mindset. I explained it in the last post so please refer to that one when looking it up <3

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I only dropped one point for each character before, but this time, I plan on going more in depth. (!!! This post contains spoilers for Hazbin Hotel Season 1 !!!)

From least to most “Gal” imo:

4th: Velvette

😈 Velvette is one of the most stylish baddies in hell and would more than likely be open to trying many gyaru substyles! (She already looks the part!)

😈 However, she’s missing a key factor of the gal mindset…she’s kinda a dick lmao (thats an understatement lol)

😈 She’s immature and loves to stir the pot with drama. (And last time i checked, that is the total opposite of how to be a good role model lmao)

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3rd: Cherri Bomb

😈 I love Cherri’s design sm!!! Definitely giving Black Diamond vibes!!! The hair tops it off and reminds me of sujimori hair!! I plan on making an outfit inspired by her at some point! ❤️❤️

😈 as for her personality, she means well and is one of Angel’s best friends. What doesn’t make her very gal to me, is that she enables her friend and tempts him into drugs and other bad behaviors. Granted, partying is good in moderation (and a part of gyaru culture!) but over indulging and causing a ruckus in the process definitely ain’t it :’)

😈 on the other hand, she is very loyal to angel and sticks up to his abuser, Valentino (see the Addict MV), albeit in her own anarchic way. But loyalty and sticking up for ur loved ones is definitely a big part of being a gal 🩷

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2nd: Angel Dust

😈speaking of the spood, he has a lot to offer as a potential gal!! As some of you may know, I just LOVE this outfit (above) from the Poison MV!! He has some of the best outfits and they can definitely be interpreted thru a gyaru lens! Not to mention he has that sex appeal™️ (tho its more complicated than that, which is a whole other can of worms qwq)

😈 A lot of people feel seen in his struggles as SA/grooming survivors (myself included). When he stood up to Valentino in ep6, (basically everything good he did in that episode lol), he showed sm strength. 🩷🩷

😈 what shows his gal flare to me the most tho, is when he owns his flaws in “Loser Baby” like yes we’ve messed up and no one’s perfect. And that, I think, Is very important as a gal!

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1st: Fizzarolli

😈 ok so i may have a bit of a personal bias with him bc like me, Fizz is also disabled! Albeit physically (whereas I’m autistic, but still, it’s nice to see someone like me with the charisma and poise that he has!)

😈while his outfits may not me that gyaru aesthetically, Fizz is very stylish and struts with confidence! He went thru a lot to get to where he is! (Another thing abt him that I see in myself lmao)

😈 At the end of the day all these qualities make Fizz very human (imp??) and authentic! And authenticity imo, is definitely one of the most, if not most important parts of being a gyaru ❤️

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Sorry for the long post! 😭 I really enjoyed making this tho!!

See u soon, love u!!

Xxx,

~Serena

#gyaru #alt fashion #gyaru blog #jfashion #hazbin hotel #serena songbird #ギャル #helluva boss #hazbin hotel spoilers #girlblogging #girlblog

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halfbreeddege · 11 months

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Monkie Kid Season 4 Special thoughts

Monkie Kid Season 4 Special thoughts under the read more.

Nice ending, but not as great as the finale with Lady Bone demon.

I can't wait to see an English transaltion of the special. I couldn't tell if they even clarify MK's past with Sun Wukong.

We get to see like a whole flippin' two minutes of Tang's sexy new hairdo! Also, I hate how Pigsy, Tang and Sandy seem to get sidelined in the finales. We get to see them all GQ for a whopping…what? 5 minutes?

Season 1 finale - yeah it's hinted they fight some goons, but it's not seen.

Season 2 finale - they're pretty helpless on the hovercraft (but so was Mei)

Season 3 finale - yeah, Tang has the shinest moment out of that trio, but we don't really see any action from Pigsy and Sandy. Again, it's hinted they did some things off screen and then when it comes to what action we do see, it's all a group effort. I just want to see Pigsy and Sandy go ape shit for once.

Season 4 finale - it's almost the same as Season 3. A group effort. The small fight we do see against Yellow Tusk….really ain't all that great.

Does this mean they get to keep their new weapons now? I would like to see Pigsy rake action.

Good to see you again, Party Clone!

Peng, where did you go??

So, is Yellow Tusk a remorseful villian now? Redeemed? Looks like he's getting detention at the end.

OMFG, that Roshi and Vegeta outfit references on Sun Wukong and Macaque. God I love it.

And while we're talking about DBZ, how many beaten Yamcha references are we getting in this show?

Good to see you guys back, Demon Bull Fam.

Does Pigsy call MK "son" again?? 👀👀👀

#monkie kid #spoilers #monkie kid spoilers #monkie kid season 4 spoilers #season 4 spoilers #look there's a bazillion tags for the spoilers if you haven't watched the special yet don't click the read more

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referrix · 12 days

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Bloom Outfit Collection - Season 01 episode 03 Party Dress

Bonus Kiko vs the Unaltered Dress:

#winx #winx club #winx civilian outfit reference #season 1 party outfit reference #season 1 reference screenshots #winx bloom #bloom outfit reference #bloom reference

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echodahrk · 9 months

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Barbie (Barbara Millicent Roberts).

I’ve used Custom Content on this sim so please refer to the CC list down below.

You can watch the creation Process on my Youtube Channel.

Download Sim: SFS MediaFire

Instructions:

*make sure to download all of the CC and have the Packs Listed, if you want the sim to look exactly the same.

*Extract files from ZIP folder in the “Tray” folder located in C:\Users*Username\Documents\Electronic Arts\The Sims 4

*Download CCs from the CC list below

*Load game, Make sure mods are allowed in options

*the sim will be in your Library, Enjoy!

DLCs used:

High school years Snowy escape Island Living Seasons Get to work Werewolves Dream home decorator Spa day Carnival Streetwear Incheon Arrivals Vintage Glamour Luxury party

CC List:

+Nightcrawler: Zara: https://www.patreon.com/posts/zara-hair-46388871 Bubbles: https://www.simsfinds.com/downloads/277925/nightcrawler-bubbles-hair-sims4 Spicy: https://thesimscatalog.com/sims4/downloads/hairstyles/womens-hairstyles/nightcrawler-spicy-hair/ Candy apple: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-hairstyles-female/title/nightcrawler-candy-apple-hair/id/1520512/ Mystique: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-hairstyles-female/title/nightcrawler-mystique-hair/id/1476060/ Magnetic: https://www.simsfinds.com/downloads/270234/nightcrawler-magnetic-hair-sims4

+Kijik: 3D eyelashes: https://kijiko-catfood.com/3d-lashes-version2/ EA eyelash remover: https://kijiko-catfood.com/ea-eyelashes-remover/

+Miiko: Eyebrow slider 01: https://www.patreon.com/posts/eyebrow-slider-47997173 Eyebrow slider 02: https://www.patreon.com/posts/eyebrow-slider-39393841 Lip-kit: https://www.patreon.com/posts/lip-kit-presets-46250379 Energy Set: https://miikocc.tumblr.com/post/653987921088626688/energy-set Knit outfit: https://miikocc.tumblr.com/post/634145537772421120/sims-knits-hello-bringing-you-today-a-small Butterfly eyeliner: https://miikocc.tumblr.com/post/657411895993712640/butterfly-eyeliner Flower waist-chain: https://www.patreon.com/posts/flower-waist-67681012 Summer blushes part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/summer-blushes-1-39043904

+Sentate: Haute couture 1949 collection: https://sentate.tumblr.com/post/622617248285278209/sentate-haute-couture-1949-collection-travel-back SENTATE X TRILLYKE 2020: https://sentate.tumblr.com/post/635394993993990144/sentate-x-trillyke-2020-trillyke-and-i-have-come APRIL 2022 COLLECTION: https://www.patreon.com/posts/april-2022-64883306

+RemuusSirion: Female Facemask 01 - overlay: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-skintones/title/female-facemask-01-overlay/id/1446110/ Cobalt Lipstick: https://remussirion.tumblr.com/post/189172552603/cobalt-lipstick-ts4-download-hq-compatible Female Facemask 20 - overlay: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-skindetails/title/female-skin-20-overlay/id/1470511/

+Jius: Chili Collection 01: https://www.patreon.com/posts/download-chili-65129847 Chili collection 02: https://www.patreon.com/posts/overview-chili-79782316

+Joliebean: The summer break custom content set: https://joliebean.tumblr.com/post/693324659125534720/summer-break-set-by-joliebean-enjoy-the-last

+Madlen: Perla outfits: https://madlensims.tumblr.com/post/708642796666519553/perla-outfit-stockings-step-out-in-style-with-a

+MICKIMAGNUM: Blake set: https://mickimagnum.tumblr.com/post/709427844847124480/200-followers-gift

+Build lot: Barbie Dreamhouse by Kate Emerald: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bNCFt0INo-Y

#cas #create a sim #sims #sims 4 cas #sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 cc #sims 4 legacy #the sims #ts4 #my sims #ts4 cas #the barbie movie #barbie #barbie movie #barbie 2023

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sardonic-the-writer · 10 months

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HIIII here to infodump about schlatt not expecting anything so DW you're just the first person I follow that I thought of who likes him as well sorry if this is annoying just havinf lots and looots of thiughts

CONTEXT PARAGRAPH FIRST

OK SO theres this yt series called escape the night it's made by joey Graceffa and basically each season the format is that a bunch of YouTubers are invited to some place (mansion, ball, 70s carnival town, museum) for a party, adventure, etc but they actually have to fight for their lives and do a bunch of challenges and puzzles and whatnot and each episode 2 people are voted in by the group in a final death challenge to get the thing™️ that they need and the winner gets the item they need loser dies AND YEAH EACH SEASON IS THEMED SEASON 1 IS ROARING 20S S2 IS VICTORIAN ERA S3 IS 70S RETRO CARNIVAL AND S4 (even though they're in a museum with different themes in it) I THIIINK ITS THE 60S??? REALLY REALLY COOL CONCEPT THOUGH ITS SUPER FUN

OKAY NOW ONTO SCHLATT-

I've been thinking a lot a lot about a 5th season and what YouTubers would be good for it if it ever does happen and my mind went to Jschlatt. There's this one guy from season 2 victorian era one and his name was destorm power. Each person gets a kind of "role" themed around the time period based on their personality and outfit, and destorm was the railroad tycoon.

AND WHEN I SAY THAT TJIS FUCKER WAS THE EQUIVALENT OF FUCKING SCHLATT. OH MY GOD.

SOME SHIT ABOUT DESTORM IN THE SHOW JUST FOR FRAME OF REFERENCE TO SHOW HIS RESEMBLANCE WITH SCHLATT-

draws suspicion to himself for NO REASON he's just really menacing and standoffish towards the group

gets voted into the first death challenge with this chick and wins, watches her get mauled by vampires and yells "KILL HER! KILL HER" and has to be dragged away so he doesn't die next

Starts beef with the bf of the girl who died in the challenge and calls him weak and a baby for crying about her death

Almost died one time after being seduced by spider women and then tranquilized

"I am king"

"these bitches can't kill me"

"I am the best"

"I don't run, I strut"

AND JUST OVERALL VERY UNWILLING TO WORK WITH THE REST OF THE GROUP HES SOOOOO SILLY AND MY FAV FROM THAT SEASON SCHLATT IS BASICALLY A MORE AGGRESSIVE VERSION OF HIM AND IF THEY DO A SEASON 5 IM BEGGING THAT THEY DO A DYSTOPIAN FUTURE ONE OR IF HE WAS IN SEASON 3 THEN HE WOULD HAVE BEEN THE SERIAL KILLER AS HIS ROLE OR SOME SHIT HED BE PERFECT FOR SEASON 3 BECAUSE HIS MUTTON CHOPS ARE ALREADY ON PAR WITH THE 70S FASHION!!! SCHLATT IS SUCH A CHARACTER AND HE NEEEEEEDS TO BE IN THIS SOOOOO MUCHHHHHHH

Anon before reading this, I had no idea this was even a thing. Now I'm fully invested and agreeing with you completely.

Now I'm just imagining Schlatt being in like a seventies typical suit or get up and cackling as he runs to do different challenges.

#this is actually very interesting and i like it a lot #thank you for info dumping this is a great way to start off my day #sardonics anons

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y0urlittl3ang3l · 2 years

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Female Garroth information? Yes, that is exactly what this is.

Name: Garnet Ro’Meave

Nickname(s): Blondie, Blossom, Honeycomb, Diamond and Mistress(jokingly)

Alias(es): The Gem of Ru’aun and Lady of Shields

Race: Human

Weapon: Diamond sword and shield combo, Bow and Arrow and Magicks

Gender: Female

Complexion: Fairly tanned

Height: 5’11(181 cm)

Age: 28-31(season 1)

Hair color: Blonde

Eye color: Cerulean

Handedness: Right

Affiliation(s): Phoenix Drop

Previous Afiliation(s): O’Khasis and Guard Academy

Occupation(s): Head guard of Phoenix Drop and Guard of Lord Fallon

Previous occupation(s): Princess of O’Khasis

Status: Alive

Relatives: Zianna Ro’Meave(Mother), Garte Ro’Meave(Father), Zane Ro’Meave(Younger brother), Vylad Ro’Meave(Youngest brother), Levin Ro’Meave(Adopted son) and Malachi Ro’Meave(Adopted son)

Relationships: Laurance(Best friend/Brother-in-arms/Love interest), Jeffory(Best friend/Brother-in-arms/Love interest), Dante(“Son”/Best friend/Brother-in-arms), Brian(“Son”/Brother-in-arms), Aphmau(Lord/Close friend/Love interest), Kawaii~Chan(Close friend/“Daughter”), Katelyn(Close friend/Cuddle buddy/Love interest) and Dale(Father figure)

Enemy: Zane

Headcanons:

Garnet is just as oblivious as her counterpart

Garnet wears a binder whenever she trains because she hates how uncomfortable it is when her chest moves

Garnet usually covers up her body a lot, during summer is the only time she’ll wear less clothing

Garnet still has her helmet, even after keeping it off she kept it in her room

Garnet has a pear shaped body and she has very toned arms, legs and stomach

Garnet, funnily enough, is a lot better with a sword than Garroth is(she’s slightly worse with a bow though so it’s all good)

Garnet is the strongest of the guards, and took all of the others at the same time, she won in the end

The only two that almost beat her were Laurance and Jeffory

Laurance and Garnet were very much friends with benefits from the beginning of their friendship, Garnet bringing it up first to Laurance

Garnet and the girls(post timeskip) had a slumber party once and..some shit went down that night..some gay shit

Garnet has most of the scars her counterpart did, except for the scar down her eye as Garte knew he would get questioned about it by the public

Garnet’s a lot less nervous than her male counterpart, she’s much more bold and can get a lot meaner

Garnet loves flowers(definitely a lot less than Garroth) and loves to incorporate them into many of her outfits

Garnet likes to have time to herself and will often leave the other guards without saying a word when hanging out if she feels too crowded

Garnet has claustrophobia

Garnet has never had a stuttering problem, but she does have Tourette’s syndrome and she will randomly squeak or whistle while flinching

Garnet is the most beautiful woman in Ru’aun, often referred to as ‘The Gem of Ru’aun’ by many

She and Dante are the same height, Dante thinks it’s super cool

While Garroth has a very..big chest..Garnet actually has a fairly smaller one maybe a B cup lol

Garnet has pierced her ears a lot, 4 on her right ear and 5 on her left ear, she also has a tongue piercing as well as a bellybutton piercing(they all match with Laurance’s, hers are sun related and Laurance’s are moon or star related)

Garnet and Katelyn have kissed once or twice before(it was multiple times)

Garnet has long nails

#minecraft diaries #mcd garroth #garroth ro'meave #fem garroth #genderbend

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maxhpart · 1 year

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If you’re planning to commission some character art as a gift in this holiday season, don’t wait until it’s too late!! My “winter break” will be shifted a bit earlier this year, so now is your opportunity to get quality art—in time for the end of the year—that will thrill your D&D parties, DMs, friends, family, or other loved ones. A commission is a unique piece of character art, made specially for them (or you!), and I’d be honored to provide that joy.

To commission me, email me at [email protected] with the following information:

the fill type, size, and (if non-standard) art style you want as described in the pricing chart above (e.g., “flat color head”, “linework full body”, “painterly torso”, or just “simplified style 1”);

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any extras you want as described above (more characters, details, etc.);

and any specific deadline that the commission would be required to meet (in the case of gifts, approaching in-game encounters, etc.).

I look forward to hearing from you!

Happy holidays, and stay hearty 💪💚

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hearmeoutno · 2 years

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Stranger things season 4 re-write

I've never been so pissed at the ending of a series so imma rewrite it whether you like it or not. Imma add another character that's basically me in the 80s because I want to that's why. Euh so I hope y'all enjoy if I ever even publish this idk what imma do with this.

Please keep in mind that English isn't my first languages nor am I an American, so don't bully me aodkakdowod

A bit more explanation on how I'm gonna do this:

You'll be reading from my OC's p.o.v. in 3rd person, so imagine the narrator looking over the OC's shoulder and reading her thoughts (more info on her later)

I'm gonna rewrite certain scenes, so not the whole season

Because I stan this hc, Steve is bi, eddie is gay (I see that hanky Ed) but I'm not gonna write smut, a kiss at best, because I still think its cringe whenever I write it

I'm a gay fuck so guess what! Steddie and rovicky (idk the ship name but Robin and vicky)

I'm probably just gonna write about the Hawkins crew cause my OC will not be in Russia, Indiana and California at the same time for obvious reasons

Definitely putting in a lot of pop culture references

I'm gonna put in the timestamps of the scene I'm editing

My oc

Name: Mackenzie "Mack" Ryans (Ik the name sounds preppy but she is far from that, trust me)

Age: 19 (she had to double senior and just switched school, not rlly gonna write it down but theres context clues, or just think of your own reason, creative freedom)

Hobbies: playing guitar, D&D (she's not in Hellfire tho ik I'm sorry)

Interests:

Music: Queen, Kiss, other popular rock around that time

movies: sleepaway camp, slumberparty massacre, Texas chainsaw massacre, Halloween, A Nightmare on Elm Street, just all horror movies and obviously popular movies, especially grease

Other: she's a lesbian because we rlly need more queerness in ST

Here's a few pics of what Mack would look like, but I'm not going to expertly detail her look/outfit, so it's up to the imagination for most of the story:

Chapter 1: The Hellfire Club

(35:12)

"and even... Murder!"

As the geeks laugh at Eddie's expressive monologue, Mike and Dustin stand a few feet away from their usual table. For some reason they need to give eachother some sort of pep talk, but Mack doesn't give it any more thought than necessary.

"I don't understand why everything that doesn't fit in society's normal has to be bad or satanic! What about trolls and elves is so harmful that they might as well kill because of it?!" Rolling her eyes, she opens her lunchbox, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"Society has to blame something. we're an easy target"

"Exactly. We're the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game. But," As Eddie slams a hand on the table, he gets up and on said table to dramatically exclaim his opinion "as long as you're into band or science... or parties" the nasty face he makes at the typical party-goers makes them snarl and throw him a nasty face back. But ofcourse, Eddie being Eddie can't help but raise his voice at that while looking over to the popular slash basketball slash asshole table.. "or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!"

Jason isn't the biggest fan of hearing the truth, at least not as long as it's against him, causing him to stand up and scream back a "you want something freak?". Like all people do who don't understand a thing about differences.

But oh does Eddie love pissing off assholes! He makes a *lovely* demon face, along with some questionable sounds before walking back off the table like a catwalk.

"Its forced conforming. That's what... killing the kids!" A girl walking by gets scared of his sudden screaming, causing her to gasp and walk just a little faster, all while the table chuckles at Eddie's usual antics.

Being the gentlemen he is, he bows to let some cheerleaders by before sitting back down saying "that's the real monster."

Mack looks up from her lunchbox she was previously laughing into, leaning over to the head of the table where Eddie was. "We still on for tonight? I rented Friday the 13th again."

Cocking his head over to Mack he softly whispers "I might have a deal so just wait behind the trailer if you see someone inside." Then sitting straight up, looking at Dustin.

"So, uh, speaking of monsters"

...

(1:08:00)

Mack is standing behind the trailer, waiting for Eddie to come get her. People always seem to think her and Eddie are together, but they couldn't be far from the truth. Just two homosexuals who like rock, horror movies and weed.

As she's standing there, waiting, she puts a cassette in her Walkman. It's one she recorded herself, with a mix of her all time favourites. Theres some Kiss, a shit ton of Queen, some Bowie, and here and there The Beatles.

She can't help but see some lights flickering out of her peripherals. first it didn't seem so unusual, it's a trailer on a trailer park so not exactly a mansion. But they keep flickering. Pausing the tape and taking of the headphones, she hears screaming

"Chrissy, wake up! I don't like this, Chrissy! Wake up!"

Ignoring the rules she and Eddie set, she goes around the trailer and opens the door.

"What the fuck is going on he-" when she finally did see what was going on, she wished she just stayed home. Chrissy was slowly levitating into the air, Eddie standing in front of her.

"I don't know! We had deal and when I found what she wanted i came back and she was just- Jesus Christ!" Right when Eddie was telling his story, she slammed against the roof of the trailers, Eddie falling down by surprise and Mack with her back against the now closed door.

As Chrissy's bones begin to snap, they both stare in disbelieve for a few seconds. Then they began screaming as her eyes start bleeding and get sucked into her head. Mack runs to get Eddie, pulling him out the trailer and running. Not knowing where to go, they sprint into the woods.

"What the fuck! What the fuck was that Eddie!"

"I don't fucking know but we need to get out of here! The moment they find her I'm dead!"

They keep running and the road doesn't seem to stop. Eddie leads them to a boathouse on Coal Mill Road, rushing to find a hiding spot for when the cops eventually find them. They settle under a tarp in a boat, it's a bit cramped but they'll get by.

"Remember that one scene in Nightmare on Elmstreet where Tina gets levitated off the bed and up the wall to get killed by Freddy? What if he's real?" Mack always tries to be the comedic relief, but all she can see when she closes her eyes is Chrissy's lifeless body pressed against the ceiling.

Her and Chrissy were briefly friends, if that's what you can call it. They helped eachother in maths at the beginning of the year, and that was about it, yet they still smiled at eachother when passing in the hallways. Chrissy was sweet, she was kind, she didn't call her a queer or a freak unlike her pathetic-excuse of a boyfriend.

"I don't know what that was Mackie, but it definitely wasn't good. I'm really gonna need to sleep on that, if I can at least. Goodnight..."

"Goodnight Ed". And there they were. Cramped in a small boat, under a tarp and scared shitless for what will happen to them in the near future.

Right before she fell asleep, Mackenzie realised she dropped one of the cassettes in her back pocket. You know, the cassette that blatantly says "property of Mackenzie Ryans, don't fucking touch" on both sides. Fuck.

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Wanna read more? Here's the other chapters I finished! Thanks for reading :)

(And yes, that one is longer than this one lmao)

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve stranger things #st vecna #steddie #steve harrington × eddie munson #oc #st oc #mike wheeler #rewrite #lgbtq #lesbian #gay

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