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butler-on-beale-street · 2 years

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Unforgettable | E!Austin Butler X Plus!Reader | Part 4

Warnings: I used one word, "cripple" , that is definitely tinged with ablism, but I used it to fit the dialogue of the time. If you guys would like me to edit it out, please let me know. Tooth rotting fluff!

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: Here's another part! Expect many more to follow!

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He went back home, telling you he wants to see you again...but you're not fond of the waiting game.

It had been over a week and you missed him. Business returned to normal and no one knew that Elvis had ever stepped foot in your bookstore. You felt spoiled in his presence, and your return to normal felt more like punishment than anything else.

“Y/n, honey. I asked you to stock the back shelves,” Uncle Harold said, snapping you back to the present.

“Hmm?” You said, spinning to look at him. “Oh, I’m sorry. Let me go take care of it.”

He eyed you with a raised eyebrow, most likely concerned with your unusually spacy behavior. “You need a cup of coffee. Maybe two,” He said, pulling his reading glasses further up on his nose.

You chuckled nervously. “Hmm, maybe. I’ll make one in a few. Would you like one, too?” You offered, attempting to appear more present within the conversation. “It’ll be extra special because I made it,” You smiled at him exaggeratedly.

“Please. Two sugars.” He said softly before continuing to his next errand within the store. You heaved a deep sigh, letting your shoulders sink, your posture hunching forward as you sauntered to the kitchenette.

“Well hello there, Quasimodo,” Evelyn began, twirling a cherry twizzler. She sat on one of the laminate countertops. “Don’t you have a church to haunt?” She chewed with her mouth open, grinning in response to her wisecrack.

“Quasimodo wasn’t a ghost. He was a cripple.” You answered, stepping in to set up the coffee pot.

“Same thing,” She answered feebly, continuing to chew the candy absurdly loud.

You remained quiet as you plugged in the percolator, stepping to the side to fill it with water and insert a coffee filter into the top. “No…” She began, her voice lilting upward. “Something’s wrong with you.”

You looked up at the wall in front of you as you filled the coffee pot, considering what she might say next. “You’re extra quiet and you look like hell.” You couldn’t help but chuckle sarcastically.

“Mm,” You nodded, placing the percolator on the counter before turning to your cousin. “Tell me, Evey. What else do you see?” You asked, sarcasm leeched throughout your tone. She finished the candy before speaking again.

“You’re lovesick.” She offered simply.

“Excuse me? I’m what?”

“You’re obviously missing Elvis. I can tell.” Evelyn’s approach softened as she spoke and you watched her hop off of the counter and lean against the fridge. “Do you think he’s gonna come back?” She asked.

“I don’t know.” You answered, and it was true. That entire day felt like a lucid dream, one where you knew that you were asleep, but everytime you pinched yourself you couldn’t seem to snap back into reality. “It’s a risk every time he goes out in public. I mean, if we were like other girls, he would have been mauled.”

Evelyn giggled softly. “He is dreamy, that’s for sure,” She said, her lips curling upward. “It’s obvious that you like each other– something beyond just looks and politeness. That’s why I left you alone when he came over.” It was nice to have this type of conversation, but at the same time, it was strange hearing it instead of giving it. “Elvis is an independent man. If he wants to, he will find you. He will reach out. I just know it.” She strolled to the door, stopping before returning to the sales floor. “In the meantime, you left the coffee pot running without the top on.”

Your eyes widened and you spun around, watching the contents of the machine bubble over onto the countertop, creating a trail of mess down the lower cabinets.. “Damn, damn, damn!” You spat under your breath, rushing to find a towel.

***

“That will be one dollar and twenty three cents,” You said, ringing up a young woman whose child hung from her arm, reaching desperately for the stack of books that she had collected.

“Baby, you can see them in just a moment,” The mother said sweetly and you watched her child pout, her lips folding out and her eyebrows tilting inward, almost causing you to start laughing. She was beautiful; her hair fell in immaculate white-blonde ringlets and her eyes were strikingly green.

“I just want to read!” She said, her tone pulled upward with frustration.

“You can as soon as I pay this nice young lady,” the mother said, pulling out her wallet from her purse.

“Hmph,” You heard as the little girl turned away from her mother, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Sorry, she’s too smart for her own good. “Three years old and already reading big girl books,” she said, stroking the top of her daughter’s head.

“No worries, that was me when I was her age,” You said, taking a check from the woman and putting it into the register. “Kind of works out that I ended up here.” The woman gave a few words of thanks before walking away. You watched as her daughter held the bag of books up in front of her by the handles, beaming from ear to ear.

“You were that way once.” You turned to see uncle Harold leaning against the wall beside you. “Every time I’d come to visit, I’d give you any book you wanted. You loved picture books when you were teeny tiny–then you got too smart for your own good and told me, ‘uncle Harry, I want big girl books,’ and I’d bring those to you. “Do you remember that?” He asked, as if you had forgotten.

“Of course I do. I have almost every single book you’ve ever gotten me.” You held those books near and dear to your heart. “I’m glad they were still packed away in the garage.” Uncle Harold nodded solemnly before stepping forward to take your hands in his.

“I love you, Darling. From the bottom of my heart.” He leaned in and kissed you softly on the cheek before returning to work. From the day that your parents had passed, he and your Aunt Molly had, with no question, taken care of you. You didn’t talk about it very often, but they both knew that you appreciated their devotion to you.

“Mail!” You looked up from the register to see Donnie arriving with several packages stacked in his arms.

“Hey, Donnie! Thank you.” You let him offload the mail onto the counter before signing for the parcels. “Good to see you, miss Y/n. Where’s Evelyn?” He asked, avoiding eye contact, his cheeks blushing.

“She’s probably reading a magazine she didn’t pay for,” You answered with a soft grin. “Want me to tell her you said hello?” You raised an eyebrow, knowing the answer.

“Oh–uh,” He stuttered.

“It’s no problem. I’m sure she will be delighted,” You told him and you watched his eyes soften.

“Thank you,” He said quickly before ducking out of the shop and hopping back in his mail truck. You couldn’t help but shake your head. Just another admirer. You gave yourself a mental note. Put that new name on the list.

You unwrapped the twine holding the parcels together, separating each piece of mail. Bill, another bill, invoice for furnace repair, A book that you had pre-ordered for Tammy Gotfried…and another package. It was a decently sized flat, rectangular box that was wrapped in brown kraft paper. In the upper corner, the address read 3764 Highway 51 South, Memphis, Tennessee. The sender name was scrawled, ‘Capt. Marvel Junior,” to a miss Y/ln. Your eyebrows knit together as you pulled the package on its side, tearing it open. You threw the outer packaging to the ground. Inside was a pearl-white gift box that was almost too beautiful to open. A white satin ribbon was wrapped around it, packaged with care. You pulled at the ribbon, letting it unravel. You looked around you to make sure that no one was looking at you while you opened this mystery package.

You pulled off the lid of the box, setting it aside. Inside, the item was concealed in many leaves of tissue paper. You pulled them out, letting them fall to the floor.

“Oh my,” you said to yourself as you saw it for the first time. Neatly folded and tucked within the box was a beautiful dress. You pulled it slowly out of the box, shaking it free of its confinement. A small enclosed envelope fell to the floor, having gone unseen. You set it to the side as you held the garment up in front of you. It was a full, lined swing dress that was adorned with intricate periwinkle lace around every edge. The entire dress was embroidered in bright pairs of cherries. You let your hands wander about the dress, touching and feeling the quality of the luxurious fabric between your fingers. After a moment, you set the dress carefully to the side before picking up the card.

A woman like yourself deserves to be given the finest—I had this made for you, I sure hope you don’t mind. The cherry fabric made me smile when I saw it. I would be a liar if I said I don’t think about you. I confess that I cannot stop thinking about you. I’d like to see you again, hopefully somewhere where you could wear this dress.

The very best to you and your family. Remember to keep smiling, Cheeks. Happiness looks brilliant on you.

E.P.

The note was handwritten and you could tell that Elvis spent time deciding on what he was going to say. You ran your fingers over the divots in the paper from his pen, replaying the amazing day you had together. You couldn’t help the wide grin that overtook your face.

“Be careful, if you smile any bigger, you’ll be stuck that way forever.” Evelyn teased as she walked by with a stack of new book inventory. You chuckled softly, unbothered. “What is it?” She asked, setting the books on the front counter.

“Look for yourself,” You answered, rotating the gift box so that she could see what was inside of it. You watched her eyes grow wide.

“Wow,” she responded as she reached her fingers into the box to touch the delicate fabric. “From–?” She asked, her eyebrows raising. She didn’t insert the name, but she didn’t need to.

You nodded softly, pulling the dress out once more, pulling it up against your body. “He apparently had it made for me,” You said, embarrassment causing you to detract your gaze from her.

“It’s absolutely gorgeous! I’m jealous,” She said with a friendly smile. “Did he say anything? Leave a card?” You nodded again.

“Said he’d like to see me again, somewhere where I could wear this dress.” You swung the dress against your body, watching how the full skirt moved. You folded it back as closely as you could to the way that he had left it packaged.

“Let me get this straight,” Evelyn said, pointing her finger out in front of her to you. “There might really be a chance for you to be going steady with Elvis Presley…” Her eyes glimmered at the thought, most likely imagining herself in your shoes.

“It’s not like that,” you insisted. “He just wants to spend time with me.” You shrugged your shoulders dismissively.

“Mmhmm,” She said, eying the white envelope on the counter. Her hands flew in front of her as she grabbed the letter. “Hey! Stop! That’s mine–” You tried to snatch it back from her, but she was too fast.

“Why so secretive, Y/n? You said it wasn’t that big of a deal.” You watched her nervously as she read the letter. “Cannot stop thinking about you…” Her eyes widened over the top of the letter as she looked at you. “Elvis Presley can’t stop thinking about you.” Her face was casted in an amazed expression, as if she couldn’t believe that someone like him could be interested in someone like you.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” You asked, snatching the letter back from her.

“I’m just surprised.” She said simply.

“That Elvis could ever be interested in a woman who doesn’t look like Marilyn Monroe or Grace Kelly?” Your tone was pointed and you couldn’t help the grimace that was beginning to ruin your mood.

“No, that’s not what I meant,” She said defensively.

“Sure sounded like it.” You answered, throwing the dress back into the box and laying the card on top. You stomped off with the gift, leaving her standing alone.

***

You excused yourself to your bedroom that evening, preoccupied with thoughts of Elvis. Thoughts of what his real life was like and how you’d ever fit into it swarmed your brain. Is he just being nice? A gentleman? What am I to him? You stared up at your ceiling with your hands clasped together over your chest. Sleep wouldn't come no matter how hard you tried. You adjusted your pillows, kicked down the top sheet and hot blanket to the end of the bed, but still couldn’t get comfortable.

“Ugh!” you spat at yourself, reaching to your side table to grab the book you had begun to read over the past few days–The Chronicles of Narnia: The Last Battle by C.S Lewis. You reached up and turned your lamp on, grateful that the light was dim enough to keep you from squinting. You pulled the book open, removing your crocheted bookmark from inside and setting it aside. You began to absorb yourself into the book. Before you knew it, the pages were turning and turning and you became immersed within the movie that played in your head. You laid there for quite some time, making good progress in the novel. You didn’t notice it at first, but when it happened again, your eyes darted upward. Through your sheer window drapes, an elongated flash lit up your room and then turned off for a second, only to repeat itself several times again. You closed the book and set it aside, sitting up in bed to wait for the moment to happen again. It was a long moment of nothingness before the sequence began again.

Your eyebrows scrunched with confusion. What the? You peeled back your sheets and got out of bed, drawn to the window to find out what the light was. You pulled the curtains to the side to look through the window. On the other side of the street, there were headlights streaming into your bedroom from a car that was backed into the driveway of the house directly in front of yours. It was vacant, put up for sale within the last few weeks since the owners sold it. When the lights dimmed, you understood. It was bright enough to see through the windshield. Elvis sat with his hands on the steering wheel, a grin plastered on his face. You shook your head in disbelief as you pulled open the locking mechanisms in your window. You heaved the window open, raising it above your head before you leaned out, trying your best to maintain a respectable volume.

“Elvis! What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice presenting itself somewhere in between a shout and a whisper. You watched as he winked at you, stepping out of his car, holding the door and looking at you.

“Just checking out the neighborhood, Cheeks,” He said. You could see that he was chewing on a toothpick. You lowered your head at the sarcasm, eying him with a smirk. You watched as he closed his car door as quietly as he could before walking across the street towards you, stopping in the yard just below your window. “Your family asleep?” He asked simply.

“Yes, Elvis. It’s–” You looked back into your room to look at the clock on the wall. “It’s almost one in the morning.” He pulled a hand through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Couldn't really sleep. I don’t sleep a lot these days, anyway.” He looked at you gently. “Wanna go on an adventure?” He asked the question simply, but his expression was filled with hope like a little child.

“Are you crazy? It’s in the middle of the night, and everyone’s asleep.” Your eyes widened as you continued to explain.

“I’ll have you home before daylight. You have my word. They won’t even know you were gone.” He stood in the yard, his eyebrows raised, prepared to hang on your every word. You stood there for a long conflicted moment, considering the consequence versus the reward of going out with Elvis.

“There’s bells on the doors,” You said.

“Well, you’ve got an exit right in front of you silly,” He chuckled. You looked down at the window sill.

“You have me hopping out of windows for you in the middle of the night–” you muttered.

“Everybody’s already labeling me a delinquent, might as well fit the bill, hm? We could be the modern Bonnie and Clyde while we ravage local stores and frighten little children.” He was obviously enthused at his response. You narrowed your eyes at him, unable to wipe away the smirk that betrayed your resolve.

“Let me get dressed.” You closed the curtains and got dressed in a simple outfit–A plum colored circle skirt that flowed just past your knees, paired with a tucked in cotton button down that was adorned with a spray of flowers. You’d forgo the pantyhose and hope that Elvis wouldn’t take notice of the unladylike faux pas.Your hands worked feverishly to get clothes on your body, tucking in and smoothing down your shirt and your skirt, spinning to look at yourself in the mirror, pulling your hair behind your ears, tucking away the pesky flyaways that persisted. After a record-breaking sprint, you turned back to the window. “Okay, I’m ready,” you said, placing your hands on the windowsill to throw your leg out of the window. Luckily, your house was a single story, so you wouldn’t have to figure out how to scale your way down.

Elvis held a hand out to you to grasp and you took it as you straddled the window sill. “I got you,” he said, helping you keep yourself upright as you swung your other leg out of the window. When you were finally out, you turned to close the window, not realizing that your skirt had gotten caught on a sharp piece of window trim jutting from the exterior of the house. Elvis bent and grabbed hold of the piece, trying his best to untangle it. “I’m sorry darlin’, but I’ve got to rip it off.” You nodded softly and watched him yank the fabric from the window, hearing a distinct ripping sound when he released you from it. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s old.” You couldn’t have cared less about the skirt; in fact, it held more value now that it was ripped than even before—only that you’d remember this moment when you saw the torn fabric.

“Ready to go cause some trouble?” He asked, extending his hand back out to you. He flashed his brightest smile and you couldn’t help but extend the same expression back to him. You nodded and took his hand, practically prancing across your yard to his car.

End of Part 4.

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b3llair3 · 10 months

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The Unforgettable Moments of an Unlikely Match

Ongoing • fluff, smut in some parts, light angst, domestic sskk

Table of contents • Series Page

💗Part one • Uncertainty - Atsushi never learned how to nest, thankfully his boyfriend is there to help him through the process.

💗Part two • Unwind - Atsushi wrapped his arms around his boyfriend tightly, “Please don’t leave? I trust you, I want you and I feel like if you leave our nest it’ll break me.”The classification of ’Our Nest’ didn’t escape the alpha’s attention but he squashed the bubble of feelings that threatened to pop.

💗Part three • Unease - Atsushi smells another omega on Akutagawa, jealousy ensues.

Or: Akutagawa suffers the price of his omega’s wrath and pampers an exhausted Atsushi.

💗Part four • Unknotted - Atsushi has his first hormone assisted heat, Akutagawa prepares a special surprise just for his omega. Akutagawa takes care of his boyfriend, because with Atsushi it was second nature, as if they were bonded.

💗Part five • Unconditionally - Atsushi didn’t have it in him to feel embarrassed, it wasn’t his fault and the whole point of Ryuu taking care of him was to make him feel better. He nodded, “More please?” Akutagawa wanted to croon at how cutely he asked but followed his request. Submission always looked good on Atsushi.

💗Part six • Unhand - Atsushi’s first day back at the agency after his leave of absence and away from Akutagawa was more difficult than he had projected. It was never like this, they were never codependent, but now Atsushi felt physically weak and like part of him was missing; and it was only an hour into the workday.

💗Part seven • Unregulated - In which Atsushi’s body doesn’t care where he is or how inconvenient it may be, he needs his alpha’s knot.

#The Unforgettable Moments of an Unlikely Match series #bsd fic #sskk fic #read on ao3 #omegaverse #alpha Akutagawa #omega atsushi #bsd sskk #a/b/o universe #bungou stray dogs #omegaverse au #sskk

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sortanonymous · 2 months

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Meta Knightmare Bonus Plans Under the Cut (+ Announcement for Meta Knightmare IV)

Once it's been a bit after finishing Meta Knightmare (either February-April next year for its second anniversary or maybe sooner if I feel like it), I feel like making a separate fic that's like a commentary track on a Blu-Ray. Basically commenting on and giving behind-the-scenes info on certain lines as it goes along. (Don't worry, considering how it will have taken me well over four years to write all of this darn thing, I doubt I'll be struggling to find much to say.) And there may be more cool Meta Knightmare "bonus feature" works to be published in the sorta-distant future like some very old drafts, my private first Kirby fanfic series from 2019 (don't get your hopes up for that one to be unironically good though), and, if I have time for it, perhaps a whole documentary-style "fic" on how it all came to be.

It's honestly exciting for me to think about (even if, well, there's a reason that 2019 fic and those 2020-21 MKM drafts have been left to rot at the middle of my Google Drive for so long), but of course, I kinda need to write the fourth one. And I'll just say that there's no 131% guarantee that I finish this by the date I want. It's totally doable, but my mind could absolutely drift from it yet again, I've got the last quarter of the school year to do, and I'm frankly kind of intimidated by the idea of writing out what I've planned for MKMIV. (I have a weird attitude where when it takes so much time to do something and I get to the point where I can see the final mountaintop, it just makes that homestretch to paydirt look the most daunting. Yeah, I've already completed 76 chapters and have just about 22 left to write, but that just makes those last 22 look like the longest chapters ever - which in fairness, a lot of them will probably be very, very, very long.)

That said, if all goes according to plan and I don't jump the gun at any point, at the very latest...

Saturday, June 1st, 2024. 5:00 p.m. ET. Save The Date IV The Unforgettable Star-Studded Finale.

I know, I would have preferred to drop that after a mini knightmare fic again, too. And I might try to wrap up some mini fic idea I barfed out half of during a sick day recently and publish that, but no promises.

#kirby #kirby fanfic #kirby au #meta knightmare fanfic #meta knightmare fanfic behind the scenes #don't worry i won't call replace the “unforgettable” anything goofy like “unFOURgettable” or “unIVgettable”#not like that'd be totally unlike me though #fanfic announcement #meta knightmare announcement #no really there's a reason i'm trying to pad my ao3 goodwill as much as i can with my main series before exposing that 2019 fic to the worl #if i just published it whenever during year 1 i probably would have gotten run out of town immediately #and kirby fandom history wouldn't have been the same #for one we still wouldn't have a kirby fic mentioning nascar at all let alone in the end notes of one of the darkest chapters

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mariemiel · 1 year

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Guess who’s back, back again!

Inspired by @livingonyoghurtandspite‘s alternative scene of Katya’s famous “What is marriage but a way to escape the names of our fathers?” monologue, which was in turn inspired by @buginateacup, please enjoy this extended soft and angsty sotya fic of that scene!

#goncharov #katya goncharov #sofia goncharov #katya x sofia #sotya #fic: unforgettable

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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unforgettable verse ( vampire austin )

hearts got teeth ( rated m, the first time austin feeds from the reader fic ) love is all that i can give to you ( rated t, the vampire baby fic ) unforgettable ( rated m, the turning fic ) headcanon: about dating,

okay so consider this technically a verse while also really just being a catch all for vampire austin stuff, maybe? i don't know it's weird in that i'm not 100 percent sure if i want to keep them all together but they already sort of are.

#*masterlist #masterlist #unforgettable verse #unforgettable #austin butler fanfiction #vampire!austin #this technically breaks my needs four pieces/oneshots/fics/chapter rule to get a masterlist but i'm kind of counting the headcanon bit.

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celestialvoid-fanfiction · 2 years

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Unforgettable - Fanart by AndyLM (@andygods)

This is absolutely gorgeous and I’m so deliriously happy that you made it. Thank you Andy!

I was given permission by the artist to repost.

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hellcheerocracy · 1 year

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right back at you with the 🎬 for the ask game!!

so first, already touched on the forest scene in uwusillygirl's first one's free to get you hooked (here) but i can't not mention it here. eddie quietly and purposefully cleaning chrissy's tennis shoes with his bandanna has been granted legal squatter's rights in my brain at this point. (and since they're like, a wizard when it comes to evocative, tender moments, honorable mentions to these scenes in later series installments: eddie giving chrissy a stick-and-poke tattoo(3.) :🔥🔥🔥 and chrissy quietly placing a comforting hand on max's knee which is just a perfect quiet moment of friendship and love and support. agh. it just breaks my heart. what could've been)

BUT, for a rec/author i haven't mentioned, eddie and chrissy's first kiss in (anything you) want by jewelledfox is just 👌. more specifically, the aching, swollen moments of tightly compressed feelings threatening to explode from their casings right before their first kiss. like it's a one-shot, but the author manages to capture all of the built-up tension of a slow-burn and pack it into 11,000-ish words where, in addition to suffering from an intense crush on eddie (the dumbest boy in the world) she experiences intense personal growth and really starts to figure some stuff out. and then we get chrissy and eddie washing dishes at his trailer, literal hours left on the clock before she moves away for college, an agonizing exchange about whether or not chrissy will miss him when she goes away and then:

Eddie’s voice interrupts her thoughts. "Aren't you going to ask if I'll miss you?"

No, she hadn't planned to, because if he says yes she's not sure she'll be able to follow through with her grand plan of running away to college and never seeing or thinking about him ever again and equally, the prospect of him saying no is utterly terrifying. Still, he's asked her to so she will, because although she doesn't go around saying things like anything you want, Eddie she is painfully aware of the truth of the statement.

"Will you miss me?" she inquires obediently as she reaches up to put the tray back atop the cupboard. It’s just slightly too high for her and even as she raises onto tiptoes she isn't quite able to hook it over the top in order to push it away.

She’s moments away from giving up when he comes up behind her and says, “Here,” in a soft voice. He takes it from her hand and places it up on top of the cupboard with ease. In doing so he leans in a little closer than maybe he expected, so that Chrissy is pressed against him across the entire length of his chest, pinned between him and the countertop.

#hellcheer #fic recs #fic recs ask meme #fic(s) with an unforgettable scene #also i am playing it cool and not bringing up chrissy and eddie at the picnic table in 'reality and other highs'#but the moment he reaches in her bag for a water bottle and is horrified by his own audacity like a half-second too late just gets to me #every damn time

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spectralpooch · 1 year

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no lyrics will EVER hit harder

#i wish the lyric distribution in this tl was accurate to the original but its fine <3 #'jamie why did you change unforgivable to irreversible in your fic title' my ways are beyond any mortal's understanding. dw about it #ok but actually its bc while i like unforgivable i think its a bit too... judgmental sounding? whereas i interpret the original phrase -#closer to unerasable or maybe unforgettable? ... something that cant be undone #but not necessarily /unforgivable/#消せない if anyone's curious #and maybe my interpretation is wrong. but i still dont wanna use unforgivable for this fic EVEN THOUGH I LIKE IT!!! JUST NOT FOR THIS FIC

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taegularities · 1 year

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So… you’re telling me that… the CMI scar in my heart is going to be bigger and deeper than the one RY left?

I don’t know why I let you hurt me like that. And the worse part? I’ll let you do it again and again and thank you for it. 😭😭😭

(Ps I haven’t read CMI cos I’m waiting for it to be finished…)

tell me this doesn't sound like a love confession 😭 "i'll let you do it again and again", like i legit blushed reading this lmfao tell me why :')

and tbh i'm not sure !! it's a different kind of pain. and i think since the cmi characters are closer to my heart, everything that happens to them hits in a very specific way. as it did with ruin you..

but yeah idk, i asked bc i was curious, like how do we feel about the pain in cmi vs ry? i really can't say what's worse :')

#i wish we could have smth like ruin you again.. it was unforgettable #OOF also i can't wait for you to join the cmi family !! it's so fun here (sometimes LOL)#notes for rid 🌹#anon #fic: colour me in #fic: ruin you

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ao3feed-larry · 1 year

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historical kisses, unforgettable night

by satelarry

Harry has a thing for pregnancy. He loves the fact that omegas are able to create and bring life to the world, even as fucked up as it is. So when he spots a pregnant omega in Avenus orium he has to get close to him.

Words: 3590, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

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butler-on-beale-street · 2 years

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Unforgettable | E!Austin Butler X Plus!Reader | Part 5

Warnings: None, just fluff (FIRST KISS)!

A/N: This chapter is shorter than others, but I feel like it was well paced and I was excited to show you guys!

Word Count: 3K

here are two WONDERFUL moodboards that were made for unforgettable by the lovely @superbatson and @mpmarypoppins Here are the links respectively! They are exactly the vibe I am going for!

Moodboard 1 | Moodboard 2

Jumping out of your window, directly into his arms...not a bad deal, right?

“After you,” Elvis said, opening your car door for you. Within a few moments, he was zooming out of your neighborhood. You couldn’t help but look out of your window with anxiety as you watched the familiarity of your surroundings begin to shift into new views of Memphis. “You okay? You’re mighty quiet over there,” Elvis asked, eyeing you every few seconds from the steering wheel.

You turned to him. “This is just very new to me.” You answered honestly.

“What’s new to you?” He asked, taking his eyes off the road for a second before returning his focus.

“How about casually going on a midnight spree with a superstar for starters,” You offered with a clever smirk. There was a moment of silence before Elvis spoke again.

“I don’t think that’s what it is,” He said, this time keeping his eyes on the road. “I think you just aren’t used to attention.” This time, his eyes met yours, tracing your features as they fell in reaction to the accuracy of his words. You didn’t know what to say to that. “You are beautiful, Y/n. You’re smart, sassy, fun loving—and you know your worth.” You felt the heat rising through your skin. It wasn’t exactly embarrassment that you were feeling; rather, you felt exposed, like you were being seen beneath a magnifying glass. You were impressed and a bit surprised with how honest Elvis was. Even so, he always knew what to say to make you feel understood.

“You’re right,” You agreed finally. “I'm used to living in the background.” You fidgeted with the fabric of your skirt, bunching it between your fingers as you spoke. “And for the longest time I was okay with it.” It was true. You were used to being the one whose story was written from the inside rather than being expressed through popularity—through being a spectacle for admirers. You’d much rather huddle in a corner with your books. They’d never judge you. They’d never perceive you for the things they could see on the outside, and never know from the inside. You had few friends in school. The rest came from your massive collection of literature. And for a long time, it was enough for you, until it wasn‘t anymore.

“You know,” he began. “You would never think it, but I am very much like you.” You couldn’t help but scrunch your face in response.

“How’s that?” You asked. “You’re literally one of the most famous people in the world.” You took a moment to adjust your expression, pulling it into more of a neutral position.

“Mm, well that’s for my music and for my good looks,” He said with a soft grin. “The world knows Elvis Presley, but they don’t know Elvis.” You observed him, his expression flattening into something more thoughtful and intimate. “You’re getting to know Elvis. The world doesn’t know my life story. They don't know about my childhood. They don’t know about the struggle I went through, or how hard I fought to be able to make a name for myself and my family, or even to put food on the table.” He looked over at you once more. “Sorry, I know that’s a lot at once. But the truth is, in many ways, you and I share similarities that make me feel drawn to you. I feel like I can tell you things without feeling like you expect something outta me.”

“I don’t feel like I am built to judge. At least not like the girls around me are.” you responded simply. “Superficial things do not interest me. Yes, I knew you were famous when I first met you, but even so, you are still a person behind all of the glamor, are you not?” You asked, tilting your body in your seat to see him better.

“I am. I just happened to be blessed beyond measure when I least expected it. But even then, with fame comes consequences.” You nodded slowly as he pulled into a deserted parking lot. You recognized it as the Memphis RiverWalk. “Anyway, here we are.” He pulled the car in park, turning off the ignition.

“The River Walk?” You asked, looking out of your window to see the brightly lit walkway that ran adjacent to the Mississippi river. There was no one in sight–something that would usually leave you feeling unnerved and vulnerable, but with Elvis, he had the opposite effect. His hand lacing in yours pulled your focus away from the window.

“I have a little something prepared. Nothing big,” He said, his cheeks flushing slightly. You matched his gaze as he looked down at your hands clasped together. You squeezed your hand in his, using your thumb to stroke upon the softness of his skin. You followed his eyes as he looked at you. “You up for a midnight snack?” He asked, his eyebrow raising almost with mischief.

“Sure, why not?” You asked, returning a playful grin.

“Wait till you see,” He answered, disconnecting his hand from yours to run over to your side of the car and open your door for you. “I had a little something prepared just in case you’d give into my wild idea.” His eyes sparkled in the low light as he looked at you. You couldn’t help but feel magnetized to him and the way he hung on your every word showed that he felt the same way too.

He tossed his keys in the air, eliciting a soft metallic jingle as the keys flew up and fell back down into the palm of his hand. You waited for him as he unlocked the trunk, bending to retrieve whatever it was that he had packed.

“These things are really convenient, you know–” He said, straightening, lifting a large picnic basket out of the boot of the car along with a lantern. “It fit some food, a blanket, some grapes, some–” You bent upward to kiss him softly on the cheek. He paused immediately in his tracks, looking down at you with subtle surprise. “What was that for, Cheeks?” He asked, his lips pulling into a smile.

You shrugged in response. “I just think you’re sweet,” you said, looking back at him. “And I like you.” He put his arm around you, pulling you into him by your shoulder.

“I like you too, Y/n. You know, I haven’t said it, but you have a beautiful name.” He pulled his hand down beside him, reaching for yours.

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“I like to come down here when I’ve got things to think about,” Elvis said as you both walked together. The night was humid and you could feel the muggy evening pasted upon your skin. Looking over the water, you watched the horizon split into multiple shades of darkness. “It’s quiet at night. I’d never be able to come here any other time.”

“You know,” You said, swinging your hand with his. “I forget that you’re famous,” you admitted, looking up at him, your face pulled in a slightly embarrassed expression.

He was quiet for a moment before letting out a belly laugh. “You just haven’t seen what it can be like if I’m not careful.” Before long, you had arrived in an area that was well lit by lamp posts. Elvis set down the picnic basket on the plush grass, reaching into it to retrieve the folded blanket that he had packed. “Let me get this all set up real quick,” he said, snapping the blanket out in front of him, letting it flutter to the ground in a perfect square. He got down on his knees, crawling onto the blanket. “C’mere,” he said, reaching his hand upward for you to take.

You clasped your hand with his, bending your knees to join him on the blanket. “You really know how to make a last minute date, don’t you?” You asked, making yourself comfortable next to him.

“Is this a date?” He asked, turning to you with a neutral expression. Your gut dropped and flipped over, suddenly extremely intimidated by the man beside you. He searched for your eyes, daring you to look at him.

“I mean–I, uh,” you couldn’t help but let your gaze fall back down to the gingham pattern of the blanket, your fingers pinching nervously at the fabric. His fingertips found their way to your chin turning you to look at him.

“I was just kiddin’.” He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth unconsciously. “I make you nervous, don’t I? Maybe I shouldn’t make it so obvious.” He brought his hands back down, reaching for a matchbook, ripping off a match and opening a latch on the lantern, inserting the flame inside. You watched as light began to splash the area around you, the soft flames fluttering in sienna glow.

“You do, but it’s okay,” You answered, rubbing your arms–mostly as a nervous habit.

“Are you cold?” He asked, shrugging off his jacket, pulling it around you. You reached up with your hands to bring it around your shoulders. You smiled softly as you looked at him.

“Thank you,” you offered. You weren’t really cold, but having a piece of Elvis wrapped around you, no matter how small, made your insides do acrobatics. He nodded quickly before turning to the basket.

“I brought a bottle of wine,” he said, pulling the bottle out of the basket, along with two wine glasses. “Also some snacks that I stole from the fridge.”

“Stole?” You asked, clearly enthused. “Elvis, you’re set for life.”

“Mm, that may be true, but I didn’t have the staff pack all of this for me. I did it myself. I wanted everything to be my idea. For you.” He popped a grape into his mouth, unaware of the weight his words had. Your heart pounded in your chest. He cared enough to do all of this by himself. He could have simply asked anyone around him to handle it and they would have with no questions asked, but he wanted it to be perfect. You watched quietly as he poured a glass of wine for you both, handing yours over to you. “Cheers, Cheeks,” he said, lifting the glass in the air.

“To what?” You asked, curious for what his response would be.

“To unexpected gifts and chance encounters.” He winked at you as he clinked his glass against yours. You tilted your head, returning the sentiment.

“Cheers.”

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“Do you ever think about how big the universe is?” You asked, laying back on your blanket, looking up at the night sky. Elvis laid beside you with his arms clasped together upon his chest. Though the air was thick and muggy, the constellations shone with spectacular clarity, twinkling like sequins and rhinestones upon dark velvet.

“Back in Tupelo,” Elvis began, turning his head to you. “We lived in an itty bitty shack house. Poorest neighborhood in town.” He paused, looking back at the sky. “Well, even though it was just daddy, mamma and me, sometimes the house just felt too small. I needed somewhere to go.” He itched his face while he thought. “So, I’d just bring my pillows and a ratty old blanket outside and I’d sleep on the porch, thinking about how small I felt in such a big ole world.” He was quiet for another moment. “Maybe I was just too small for Tupelo, Mississippi.” He chuckled softly, before his features fell again. You smiled as you listened to him. “I’ve always been about music. Nothing else ever got my attention as much as it did. You know–I did okay in school. Not great, but you know what’s funny?” He asked, eyeing you from the side.

“What?” You asked, propping yourself on your side so that you could see Elvis better.

“Music was the only subject I ever failed at school.” He continued.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Your eyes widened as you giggled in disbelief. “You, Elvis Presley, failed music class?” He nodded, his lip curling into a guilty grin. “Sure did.”

“Well, you sure showed them wrong,” you offered.

“Well, it certainly ain’t all my good looks,” he said, flashing a bright smile. You rolled your eyes playfully. “It would be a pity if it were all a lie.”

“I’m hurt, Cheeks,” He said, leaning up and clutching his chest. “You just like me for my looks and for my singin’.” You shook your head.

“That’s not why I like you, Elvis.” You offered quietly. Elvis’s humor softened into something more attentive.

“No?” He asked, his eyebrow raising, maintaining a hint of a smirk.

“No. I like you because you are compassionate to everyone you meet. You listen and care about what I have to say. You treat me just like everyone else. Probably even better, if I am being honest–”

“Why wouldn’t I treat you good?” He asked, his face drawing into slight concern, possibly even confusion.

“We both know I’m not a normal beauty. I could barely fit the clothes at that boutique you took Evey and I to. I’m not the prettiest or the most stylish.”

“None of that matters to me,” He said, stopping you from continuing. “From the moment I laid eyes on you, I was taken by you.” It was difficult to process what Elvis was telling you, and every synapse told you not to believe it. That is, until he pulled himself closer to you until he was practically leaning over you. He tilted your chin to look at him, and though it was very difficult to look directly in his eyes, you did it anyway. “I meant what I said in that letter, Y/n. I cannot stop thinking about you. Why do you think I drove to your house in the middle of the night, risking your uncle running after me with a pitchfork or a fireplace poker?” You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You didn’t know I was up, or if I would say yes,” You challenged quietly, still smiling at him.

“But I was willing to take the drive, even if I didn’t get to see you. I just wanted to be close to you.” He said, his eyes looking deeply into yours, as if searching for the key to your soul, which he unknowingly already found.

“You are now,” you offered matter-of-factly.

“Then I guess the risk was well worth the reward,” he replied in a low murmur, bringing his fingertips to rest upon your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. A moment of silence elapsed between the two of you, yet your bodies communicated in synchronization with one another. As if pulled together by orbital gravity, his lips found yours for the first time. Goosebumps spread all over your body as he touched you, his fingertips drifting to the nape of your neck as he leaned over you, his weight pressing you softly against the earth–and you let him. You had only been kissed a handful of times, and they were never moments that mattered enough for you to remember. Elvis set you ablaze with his touch, his lips molding to yours perfectly. You enjoyed that way that his kiss felt, so soft and sensitive to your every move. He kissed you with sincerity and intensity, savoring every touch and every taste of you. The kiss intensified and you felt your hands creep up to his body, taking the initiative to get him to turn so that you could have more leverage. With him on his back, you took the opportunity to mirror his previous approach, at risk of looking quite risquee. With no one looking, you didn’t care, and neither did he. You pressed yourself to him, feeling his lower teeth grinding softly against your lip as you kissed him. Your hands messied the neatness of his hair, twirling and pulling at the ends. His hands traveled about your body, but never strayed to anywhere inappropriate or questionable, no matter how much you both may have wanted it in the moment. For what seemed like forever, he held you in that embrace and you felt like you could never get enough of him. He broke from the kiss eventually, delivering several ragged puffs of air against your skin.

“Wow,” He said softly, making a show of falling on his back, staring up at the sky. He sighed deeply, his chest heaving up and down as he worked to regulate his breathing. “You wore me out,” He said, eyeing you with a sexy smirk. He raked both hands through his hair. You looked down at yourself realizing that you were halfway into the grass rather than on the blanket, which was now awkwardly bunched up underneath Elvis. You decided not to care. You joined him, returning to lay beside him as you looked at the same stars together. “That was…” he began, searching for a finishing word.

“Spectacular,” you offered, biting your own bottom lip, which had grown quite numb.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to kiss you,” He admitted, reaching down to take your hand. “I hope I didn’t do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“What? No, Elvis,” You said, turning on your side once more so that you were resting against him. “You make me feel beautiful–and I loved every second.” He looked at you for an extended moment and you dragged yourself upward to kiss him delicately upon the lips once more. “I am very happy. The happiest I have been in a very long time.” He held you that way for a long time, cuddled up to him with his arm around you, looking up at the stars.

End of Part 5.

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The Unforgettable Moments of an Unlikely Match- Part 6

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Atsushi’s first day back at the agency after his leave of absence and away from Akutagawa was more difficult than he had projected.

It was never like this, they were never codependent, but now Atsushi felt physically weak and like part of him was missing; and it was only an hour into the workday.

#omega atsushi #alpha akutagawa #the unforgettable moments of an unlikely match #sskk fic #fic update #sskk #bungou stray dogs #omegaverse au #alpha beta omega #alpha/beta/omega dynamics

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llycaons · 2 years

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if you like to read trash fire fanfiction this one I was talking about would be a pretty good choice. the worst characterization for lwj (and jzx) I've ever seen in my life. no personality. no chemistry. no history. incredibly bland in almost every single way. jzx is the aforementioned homophobic, crude asshole who acts more like his cousin than himself. fucking...green card marriage (personal pet peeve). wwx is incredibly stupid. awful AWFUL sex scenes. completely erasing the role of the wens in their baby's life. wen qing only shows up at the very end, no relation to a-yuan, and she's a lawyer for some reason. I don't think any other wens ever show up, a-yuan's mom is this unnamed baby abandoner. MXY is the one who drops the baby off with wwx for some reason. uhhhh the dialogue is complete dogshit. some of the side characters are racist towards wwx and lwj and...nothing happens they're just kind of racist? the writing for their names just makes no sense like it was not translated well into english at allllll teachers are calling wwx "ying" and shit um jyl was a one-dimensional Smiling Mom, somehow written to have less depth than in the original show. wwx and lwj knowingly bring the baby on a trip they KNOW triggers his anxiety and abandonment issues and like...read stories to him the entire time so it's treated as fine? they really didn't have to take a plane. why did they do that

and in the midst of this wreck is somehow the most perfectly accurate writing for a 3 year old child I have ever seen. a-yuan's abandonment issues and development were engagingly and thoughtfully explored. his dialogue, and nobody else's, was entirely realistic, charming, and touching. I laughed. I cried. truly one of the most experiences I've ever had

#why did I finish it you ask well the baby writing really compelled me #it remains to this DAY one of the few fics that have ever made me cry. insane #what was it fucking called. you probably know it if you've been in the circles #oh yeah. the simplest way forward #literally one of the worst thing I have ever read in my life and yet somehow the author elicited emotion #anyway. I talk it about it a disproportionate amount #because like. what the fuck. unforgettably bad.#ficblogging

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NA JAEMIN FIC REC LIST

s, smut | f, fluff | a, angst

This list is a compilation of some of my fave jaemin ff <3 a lot were on my old recs so feel free to reread!

after you [ fuckboy!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f,a

cat & mouse [ na jaemin x jaehyun's sister!reader ] s,f

cherry girl! [ twitch streamer!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f

talk to my skin [ friends with benefits au ] s

unforgettable [ bassist!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,a

by the window [ voyeurism, neighbor au ] s

strawberry cough , (pt.2) sour tangie [ plug!jaemin x fem!reader] s,f,a

on the rebound [ shooting guard!jaemin x fem!reader, college au] s,f,a

subtle [ established relationship, summer vacation au ] s,f

besties (gone sexual) [ best friends to lovers ] s,f,a

upon your invitation [friend!jaemin x fem!reader, ft. nct dream, vacation au ] s,f

rock me [ fuckboy!jaemin x hairstylist!reader ] s,f,a

backseat chronicles [ streetracer!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f,a

persimmon problems [ fratboy!jaemin x fem!reader ] f,a

veni, vidi, vici [ popular!jaemin x mark's sister!reader ] s,f

blur. [ exboyfriend's bestfriend!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

two nights, one you [fuckboy!jaemin, one night stand au] s,f

the walls are thin [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader x roommate!jeno ] s

hush. [jaemin,haechan, jeno x fem!reader ] s

that '90's show [actor!jaemin x pa fem!reader ] s,f,a

pretty girl. [ alpha!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f

thin walls. [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

cookie jar [ stepbrother!jaemin x fem!reader x stepbrother!jeno ] s

one of a kind [strangers to lovers au ] s,f,a

go there with you [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

34+35 [ established relationship ] s

parents are home [ secret freak!jaemin ? ] s

memories bring back you [ ex!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

into you [ friends to lovers au ] s,f

what she doesn't know [ mom's boyfriend!jaemin x fem!reader] s

worth it. [ first sleepover au ] s,f

quiet down [ established relationship, semi-exhibitionism ] s

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UNFORGETTABLE ★ CL16

PAIRING ✦ charles leclerc x fem!gymnast!reader

SUMMARY ✦ after attending one f1 race, you simultaneously manage to embarrass yourself in front of and impress a certain f1 driver [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ for the purpose of this fic, the reader is going to represent america in the olympics for gymnastics. i made the reader have a private insta account for this fic & a main, just to fit in with the 'private life' aspect. the fc i've used is isabela juliana, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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user1 STUNNERRR!!

user2 if the whole gymnastics thing doesn't work out, you could literally have a career as a model because damnnn!!

user3 the flowersss 🥺🥺

user4 is she going to the olympics this year??

user5 yess!! can't wait to see her 💗💗

simonebiles my girl wowwww 😍😍

yourusername my lover fr 💓💓

yourbsf GORGEOUS

yourusername LOVE YOU!!

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yourfinsta sushi night & trying to figure this f1 shit out before this weekend 🍣😱

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yourbsf SINCE WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO WATCH F1

yourfinsta HAVE I NOT TOLD YOU

yourbsf NOOO???

yourfinsta FERRARI INVITED ME AS A PADDOCK GUEST SO I GUESS IM GOING

yourbsf you better message me ALL ABOUT IT

yoursibling you're the luckiest bitch alive.

yourfinsta yeah except i know NOTHINGG about f1 pls drop by my apartment and teach me ☹️

yoursibling fine fine im on my way

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yourfinsta third slide is me after embarrassing myself in front of one of the most good-looking guys alive?? i swear i knew his name i just panicked when someone asked me 😭

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yourbsf HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW WHO CHARLES LECLERC WAS

yourfinsta YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND IT WAS SO EMBARRASSING ESP WHEN HE BROUGHT IT UP AGAIN LATER??

yourbsf he brought it up AGAINNN?? oh he likes you.

yourfinsta NO HE DOESNTT HE WAS PROBABLY JUST AS EMBARRASSED AS I WAS.

yoursibling the caption??

yourfinsta it's a long story. i'll tell you when i get home

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user9 the caption 🤣🤣

user10 you have to praise the girl for owning her mistake!

user11 STUNNERRR

user12 so why isn't she training then...

user13 ppl are allowed to take breaks - leave her alone!

user14 the flowers are so on y/n's brand

user15 righttt!! she's so spring i can't explain it

scuderiaferrari it was lovely to have you with us, y/n!

yourusername thank you for having me! ❤️❤️

user16 okay but why couldn't they have chosen someone who knows about f1 instead of someone random girl off the street?? like at least pick someone who's WATCHED the sport, and knows the drivers names.

user17 tons of people who haven't watched the sport get invited all the time. she said when she was there that she didn't have too much knowledge on the sport, but wanted to learn more about it, hence why she accepted the invite. she said she forgot their names momentarily because she was panicked by the larger crowd, so maybe leave off her for a minute! 💓

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user22 she's so luckyyyy wth!

user23 TWO F1 RACES IN A ROW?? WOWWW SOMEONE'S POPULAR

user24 AND THE HAT? it's def charles asking for her

user25 the outfitttt wow 😍

user26 she's literally so pretty

user27 STAY AWAY FROM CHARLES

user28 girl what.

charles_leclerc the bag 😉

yourusername yes yes you bought it for me thanks babe 🤣💓

user29 A GIFT? 'BABE'? WHATTTT

user30 WOAH WHAT IS THIS

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yourusername back to training at last 🤸‍♀️

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user31 back to your rootsss!!

user32 my fav gymnast

user33 WE'VE BEEN WAITINGGG i can't wait for the olympics

user34 SAME!!

user35 wowww she's stunning!

user36 is this charles' girlfriend then or-

user37 nope! nothing's been confirmed right now - they might just be good friends!

simonebiles YOU ARE EVERYTHINGGG!!

yourusername I LOVE YOU 💗

charles_leclerc i could do that 🤣

yourusername fighting talk from someone who drives around in a car all day!

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charles_leclerc turns out the key to heart is to actually just buy her flowers 🤷‍♀️❤️

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user42 MAMA Y PAPA

user43 UR SO REAL FOR THISSS

user44 DAMN Y/N IS BEING SPOILTTTT

user45 AS SHE SHOULD BEEE!!

user46 POWER COUPLE ALERTTT

user47 gymnast x f1 driver is NOT a trope i was expecting but i love it!!

yourusername the flowers are the only reason we're together.

charles_leclerc WHAT

yourusername wish i was kidding, i'm just a sucker for nice flowers 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

yourusername ALL JOKES ASIDE im so grateful 💗

landonorris barf 🤮

yourusername call me when you get a girlfriend x

user48 SHE'S FRIENDS W THE PADDOCK TOO??

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yourusername it's no longer acceptable to forget your name anymore ☹️💓

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user49 MY NEW FAV COUPLE ON THE GRID

user50 im OBSESSEDDD

user51 pls call me if he fumbles you ☹️

user52 NO REALLL im always here y/n ❤️❤️

user53 THE THIRD SLIDE PLEASEEEE

user54 love a woman who's obsessed w her man 🙏

simonebiles if he hurts you im always here (to date you)

yourusername my ACTUALLL wife 💍💍

charles_leclerc im so lucky ❤️

yourusername you mean you're lucky i liked the flowers.

charles_leclerc you're still on about this??

yourusername YOU THINK IM JOKING?? flowers are my life. i would die for flowers. it's the only reason we're together 🤣💗

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