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broke-on-books · 10 months

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The live action Scooby-Doo movies?

I did not see this ask until RIGHT now (first time on desktop since crab day, second time since Nov 5 2020 [which was DOUBLY experience since I got my phone taken the same day]) so I'm going to assume this ask got eaten on mobile because tumblr, HOWEVER you poked a bear with this ask anon (as I'm sure you knew when asking) SO without further ado: my Scooby Doo live action opinions

So when you say 'live action Scooby-Doo movies' I'm assuming you're talking about the James Gunn films, starting with Scooby-Doo (2002) followed by Scooby-Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed, just due to like, generally popularity and also the fact that I have actually seen those films. However shoot another ask if you wanted me to include Curse of the Lake Monster in this (because I will if anyone cares and turn this into a live-action scooby dissertation, i'd just need to like. watch the movie first) But anyways where I'm going with this is that this post is about the Gunn movies aka the ones with SMG, Freddie Prinze Jr., Linda Cardellini, and ofc our #1 man, Matthew Lilliard.

Okay so my take on these movies is... complicated. I wouldn't say it's as complicated as my feelings towards SDMI, because I watched the live actions way less as a kid and generally care less about them, but still no matter how much shit I throw at these two movies there are parts that I generally like (even love) that stops me from totally condemning them wholesale. Like the fact that these movies are FUNNY! There's so many moments from this duology that are just beyond iconic "like, that's one of my favorite names!" the whole thing with Scooby in the dress at the airport, ET. CETERA (like I can go on!)

The Gunn movies are genuinely SO fun and I can 100% see and understand how they've stood so well in the public view as a representation of Scooby. HOWEVER, this is where you start to see my problems with them. For the general American, (because that is the audience I'm familiar with) ESPECIALLY millennials and younger, who happen to make up the majority of both people on this site AND people I talk about Scooby with in real life, these movies, and the elements they introduced as "quintessential scooby tropes" are the base of their understanding of the Scooby franchise, along with likely some miscellaneous WAY episodes and maybe SDMI.

Which is where I get pissed off. In the pushing of the narrative of "breaking away" from the Scooby norm, Gunn basically invents (aka totally makes up) an idea of what classic era Scooby was like, cementing an idea of classic Scooby into the public mind that is totally disingenuous and just straight up false. For example, in attempting to portray Daphne as having taken strides to be seen more seriously in solving mysteries and defending herself, it pushes the narrative that in the classic era she WASN'T taken seriously, and only existed as a damsel-in-distress prop of a character, which is just not true??? Like yes, Daphne is clumsy, that's a part of her character, and her friends (because, fun fact, the gang ARE friends) joke about it sometimes because that's what friends DO. Framing that in some kind of sexist "that's all she does" lens is just total bull, especially as gang members fall into secret passageways/get lost etc. in WAY ALL THE DAMN TIME because that's how the plot functions! Like are we calling Velma ditzy for losing her glasses every other episode? Of course not, and Fred falls into passageways all the time, not to MENTION Shaggy and Scooby and all they get up to. Also one last thing on the topic of Daphne, like this idea of her mystery solving skills not being respected by the gang is just so supremely bullshit it amazes me sometimes, especially when she was the LEADER (or leader adjacent) through pretty much all of her appearances in the 1980s [Not that James Gunn could look at '80s era Scooby without spitting on it, but I digress]

AND THIS IS JUST DAPHNE! Like the perceptions pushed towards Fred (and Velma, but mostly Fred) through these movies are just as bad! Like okay, with Fred---In these movies Fred is just an asshole. I hate Gunn Movies!Fred. I mean yeah he can be funny but it's almost always so mean! Almost nothing makes me madder than a mean Fred by the way. If he's putting other gang members down (even halfway, like with his whole "dorky chicks like you turn me on too" line, which... ew) then to me something has gone very, very, VERY, wrong in your basic understanding of Frederick Herman Jones as a character. Like he's the cheerleader! He puts himself in between his friends and danger! He loves nets, and traps, and Elvis impressions, and wrestling, and the trapeze, and cars, and most of all he LOVES sharing the things he loves with his friends! (Sometimes to a bit of an extreme. No one wants to hear about your net facts, Fred) And the live action movies just don't understand that at all. And I know there's maybe something to say I suppose in that some of those aspects of his characterization hadn't been "established yet" by the time "Scooby-Doo" came out in 2002. But it's there if you look. For Fred Jones, being the leader means being the caretaker, (he's the Mom friend what can I say) and any version where he's cruel and arrogant and just DOESN'T CARE about his friends in the way he's shown to in the Gunn movies is just so far from Fred to me it's not even funny. And what makes it even worse for me is that this (or at least something similar) is the idea of Fred that has really spread to the popular culture. Just the "leader", the jock that makes the rules, the one that [insert X adaptation here] finally gave a personality and made interesting (something that has been said more times than I can count for pretty much every gang member, save Shaggy and Scooby).

And I haven't even touched on Velma, and how they gave her a bit of a early 2000s smart superiority girl complex against Daphne, plus the whole makeover thing and etc. etc. The Gunn Movies are pretty much what would happen if you took someone who hadn't seen Scooby since they were 7 years old (and honestly had a pretty negative outlook against it then) and tried to "fix" it, only his memory was so bad he just made up problems (and threw in a good helping of early 2000s style sexism with it) convincing pretty much the entirety of the popular culture that said problems exist and that Gunn was absolutely brilliant for fixing them (and then bringing up said "problems" whenever anyone wants to talk about Scooby) and this entire rant has been without even fucking MENTIONING what is probably the reason you, anonymous tumblr user sent this ask in the first place, to I, Swishy "Scrappy Doo Redemption Arc" Broke-on-books (dot tumblr dot com), which is his HIGHLY SUCESSFUL and utterly sadistic character assassination of my number one man, Scrappy Doo.

And I am going to try my damnedest here not to get totally into my highly passionate opinions over what James Gunn did to Scrappy in the first of his Scooby movies and how thoroughly it has pissed me the fuck off because I have been writing this post for over an hour now and if we start to really get into my feelings on this topic it will certainly be a couple of hours more but like. That Fucking Bitch. I give James Gunn personally a solid eighty-five percent of the blame for making my life as a Scrappy Doo fan UTTERLY unbearable with this stupid fucking movie alone, and just his Scrappy crimes would honestly be enough for me to say that I hate this movie, not even considering the numerous Scooby crimes I've been talking about here for the past million paragraphs, but the part about this movie that makes me the MOST mad the most pissed off is that it's actually a good fucking movie. James Gunn wrote two hilarious and entertaining movies that have become beloved in the popular culture for their successes in that arena, while at the same time pissing all over the core themes and messages of the franchise of which it was based, that of friendship.

TLDR; The Live Action Scooby Doo movies (written by James Gunn) are highly entertaining and fun pieces of media to watch, and are widely loved by the general public and looked at with fondness and nostalgia because of that. However, as a hardcore Scooby Doo fan (writing that phrase sounds so ridiculous but oh well) the existence of these movies and their impact on the popular culture can be extremely frustrating (despite any personal nostalgia said fan may have) due to their spreading of a misinformed picture of what "typical Scooby Doo" looks like. This picture is especially frustrating due to the fabrication or exaggeration of problems present in classic Scooby (such as sexism in regards to the girls), as well as giving more ammunition to other problems in Scooby fandom (such as oversexualization, and sexualization in general, which no one wants to see in regards to their children's cartoons, like HONESTLY.) Discussions of sexism and sexualization in Scooby (both of which ARE present and are issues, although not at their worst in WAY) can often lead to an overlooking of the issues that are very present and clear in WAY and have continued since then with far too little resistance (I'm 100% talking about the racism here) HOWEVER that topic deserves at least a dozen posts of its own that I am no way informed or qualified enough to even begin to think about writing. The Gunn Movies are frustrating to many longtime Scooby fans because of these reasons, but for me, and fellow Scrappy Doo fans there is also the added aspect of the demonization of Scrappy Doo in the live action movies and the affects that has had on the popular culture as well, making it uniquely inhospitable to like or enjoy the character of Scrappy. End post.

#that last sentence is such a weird tone jump btw but its because the topic flowed one way and i had to jump it back to a summary to actually #finish this monster of a post #SO anon i hope you're happy with this and this makes my opinion make some more sense. and you or anyone else is more than welcome to ask me #questions about anything i said here or my opinion on any and everything scooby related (and not) so if theres a specific aspect of this yo #would like expanded on i can definitely 100% do that for you or anyone who cares #also there are many complexities towards my feelings on these movies that i didnt get to hit on despite the monstrous size of this rant (il #check word count later but im not gonna fuck with it now because im terrified of deleting this post by accident) one of which is my lasting #fondness towards all of the actors in this movie. YES including freddie prinze jr. i may have major issues with his fred but hes also playe #characters i really really like. for example hes the va in this tv show i LOVE and havent watched in like 10 months despite the fact im on #the last season because freddie's character dies in like 7 episodes and i am NOT AT ALL emotionally prepared for that on any level because #that is my fictional father goddamnit!!!!!#also every buffy the vampire slayer gifset that crosses my dash gets me closer and closer to watching it because oh my god daphne!!!!! that #sarah michelle gellar thats daphne oh my god!!!! also i went and saw guardians of the galaxy 3 with my friend (despite not having seen a #marvel movie in 2+ years AND holding a grudge over james gunn's scooby doo crimes)[the things you do for {platonic} love amirite?]#and the title sequence SAID linda cardellini was in it and i got SO excited i was looking everywhere for her it was like wheres waldo in th #discount movie theatre FOR REAL and i just could NOT for the life of me find her (turns out she was VAing the ferret) so in a way linda mad #me cry with that role. whatever. istg i get so off topic i forget what i was even talking about but ANYWAYS <<<1 of my fave english words b #dubs (my favorite spanish word is el amanacer btw. it means sunrise. also burbujas because its bubbles and saying it sounds like bubbles #popping) BUT. AS I WAS SAYING. SEND ME ASKS IF YOU WANT SCOOBY DOO OPINIONS. DEAR GOD I GET SCATTERBRAINED SOMETIMES.#scooby doo #answered #anonymous #blah

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antigonewinchester · 2 years

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I see what they meant about the first 15 minutes of season 3 being the uh, amuse bouche to the whole season. if that’s what they start with, phew, this season is gonna be wild.

#spoilers #the boys season 3 #i called what was gonna happen but i did still watch with partially thru my fingers #also i love how they're doing so much marvel satire - the rise of 7 avengers movie was spot on #trying to stay somewhat off tumblr to avoid spoilers so i'll pop back on after i've seen all 3 eps

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asdfghjklmals · 1 year

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NETFLIX & BETRAYALS✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. WORD COUNT: 0.8k words. TAGS: boyfriend!gojo, satoru gojo x fem!oc, established couple.

SYNOPSIS: oc gojo girlfriend betrays satoru and watches an episode of the show they were watching together without him. AUTHOR'S NOTE: in celebration of bridgerton's queen charlotte premiere. i cried ugly tears and then an idea popped up in my head. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

“babe? i’m home!” satoru called out to you in the living room from the foyer.

you were spooked by your boyfriend’s voice. he wasn’t supposed to be home from his mission until half past seven. you quickly turned off the television and sprinted to your lover’s side.

“hi, honey!” you chuckled apprehensively, brushing his arms up and down with your hand. “how was work?”

“they assigned me a grade 2 curse because no other sorcerers were available. it was a piece of cake.” he squinted his eyes at you, suspicious of what you were doing before he teleported into the apartment.

you tried to keep the conversation going, “i thought you weren’t gonna be home until 7:30pm? if i knew you were coming home early, i would’ve started dinner.”

“babe, it was a grade 2. my presence alone was enough to exorcise that tiny thing.” that satoru gojo, he was so cocky and full of himself. as he should be, he was the strongest after all.

“what were you doing just barely?” he questioned you with suspecting eyes. “oh, just watching some random show on tv.” you nervously laughed, scratching the back of your head. “okay, cool. mind giving me the remote?” satoru reached for the remote in your hand as you backed away from him.

“why don’t you order us some dinner first? then we can watch our show together.” you avoided his eye contact, you were a horrible liar and he could see right through you. you always joked that it was a benefit to having the six eyes, when in reality, he just knew you too well. he was the type of boyfriend to know when you were awake just by the sound of your breathing.

your current tv show that you and your boyfriend were watching together was the latest season of bridgerton. you and satoru were avid fans of the show and watched every season together. your favorite season was season 1, but he didn't need to know that. unfortunately, last night ended on a cliffhanger and satoru had to wake up early for work, so you couldn’t watch another episode together. you may or may not have started the next episode without him… you just had to find out why king george was acting the way he was!

satoru stood in front of you and grabbed the remote from your hand. you didn’t even try to fight him. his cursed energy well overpowered yours and you knew you wouldn't be able to get through his infinity. you gulped as he turned on the TV.

“i knew it!” he shrieked, “you started another episode without me!” he was so dramatic. it was like you went to sushi go without him, or if you went to his favorite kikufuku shop without him, it was the end of the world in his beautiful, cerulean blue eyes.

you stepped forward, “babe, i had to know why—”

“nuh uh. i’m pissed at you.” he frowned and folded his arms. you peered at him with puppy dog eyes and continued to slowly creep towards him. he pouted his lips and turned his face away from you. you placed both your hands on his shoulders, shifting them to cradle both sides of his neck.

“i’m sorry, satoru.” you tip-toed to kiss his cheek as he refused to look at you. you continued your assault of kisses on his cheek, down his jawline, and towards his neck until gojo pushed your hands away from him.

“okay, okay. i forgive you,” he rolled his eyes. he couldn’t stay mad at you for more than a minute. “but, because you betrayed me, you’re treating for dinner tonight.” you felt that it was a fair punishment. you smiled at him and he put his arms around your waist, pulling you into a hug. he rested his head on your shoulders.

“sushi go take out?” you suggested.

you felt his laugh vibrate your whole body.

“yes, lady gojo, that would be quite splendid,” as gojo recited in a fake (but horrible) british accent.

EXTRA:

you and satoru binged the entire new season of bridgerton tonight after finishing your take out dinner from sushi go. you were both bundled up in a cozy throw blanket on the couch, legs intertwined, gojo’s arm around your shoulders pulling you close.

“by the way, satoru…”

“hmmm?” he squeezed you, kissing the side of your head, peering down to look at his tired lover.

“i know you watched the last season of love is blind without me.”

“i did not! i would never betray you like you did to me today.” he said defensively, clutching his chest in (fake) shock. he was also a horrible liar. how could two people so bad at lying be together?

“oh, i know you did, baby. megumi told me that you were using his profile so i couldn’t see the watch history on ours.”

“that’s it, i’m changing the netflix password.”

DIVIDERS PROVIDED BY @/ANLIAN-AISHANG

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ash-asteroid · 6 months

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Hi, I redesigned the season 7 causal fits + Roxy

Redesigns

Og (based Roxy's off of this outfit)

Feel free to do whatever if the designs (just don't take the art without asking.) And if you make fanart or anything I'd like credit and maybe tell me because I'd love to see it 👀

Anyway

Gonna ramble on the designs I did for a bit because I feel like it. Sorry for bad writing. I don't write often and can't put my thoughts into words.

Aisha- I wanted that sporty girl vibe and found sporty clothing with a sports jacket. I think she's slays in it. Didn't change her hair because I liked how it was.

Stella- Wasn't sure what vibe I wanted, so I just looked up "leo outfits" on pintrest. Stuff like this popped up everywhere, and I think it would be nice if Stella wore something other than dresses and skirts. Because as the queen of fashion, she can and will rock everything. I accidentally made her hair more wavy because I'm used to drawing wavy hair. But maybe it's just a change of pace for her.

Bloom- Okay, so I might have based this Bloom off Unicorn of War's Bloom. So she's a tired artist. Wearing more comfy than fashionable clothes.Flora- Not much to say. I just wanted Flora in a big dress because she deserves it. Cottagecore Flora vibes.

Musa- For Musa, I based her outfit off of Chinese street fashion because, in my opinion, it fits her. I also changed her main color of the designs from blue and pinks back to red. Because I think she works better in reds.

Tecna- First, I wanted to change Tecna's hair. Since Believix she's had the same hairstyle minus a few differences. So I just made it shorter, because we need a least one girl without stupidly long hair. I losely based her outfit off a business causal vibe. She has a T in her jacket for Tecna/Technology (She thinks it's neat).

Roxy- Roxy is a little different from her usual vibe. But I wanted to call back to the school uniforms in Roxy because she would be in her 3rd year of Alfea at this point. So it would make the most sense for her to wear it. So I gave her more of an academia vibe but tried giving it Roxy's vibe. I made her hair a little redder because she looked too much like Tecna.

Hi, thanks for reading my rambles. I did this because I accidentally rewriting some of season 7 causally in my head. And sometime after Halloween, I'll share my thoughts in a big post, hopefully. It's not a full rewrite, mainly the transformations. And a little on the villains and charcter arcs.

#winx aisha #winx stella #winx bloom #winx flora #winx musa #winx tecna #winx roxy #winx #winx club #winx season 7 #winx club season 7 #winx redesign #wimx club redesign

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foreverisntenough · 2 months

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- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestive, smut love bombing, little sad, and kind of angst- not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

Chapter 11 - ‘You’re Mine’

The stadium was equally as rowdy after the match as it was before. Completely elated and electrified with the first Liverpool win of the season. Typically the families waited in the box for things to settle down and for the players to go through routine things like showers, brief game analysis, and then they would come up to them. Trent didn’t want that. He didn’t want the wait and he wanted you just to himself.

Saying rounds of goodbyes to friends Tyler and Marcel made their way out of the box, grabbing their coats, waving for you to come along. You followed in tow not really knowing your destination, no one filled you in how this all worked because it was second nature to them.

“I’m headed to the carpark, I’ll meet you there?” Marcel said to his brother which confused you.

“Yeah, just bringing Y/N to him then be there.” Tyler explained like you weren’t there and in turn filled you in on the plan. Tyler turned towards you as Marcel walked the opposite direction. “Trent just wants you alone, usually he pops up here but…” he just trailed off, not really interested in the details he’d be given about his brother’s desperation to see you.

“Oh okay. That’s fine.” You agreed, not really having any choice in the matter but giddy to be reunited with your man so soon. The walk was peculiar, it was like a red walled labyrinth. You went from the private level the box was on; seeing men in suits, pundits you recognized, a calmer environment, to corridors packed with the general admission, away fans scattered sparsely, images of Trent adorned on the walls caught your eye every so often. When you had been to Anfield before you’d ogle at him, but you were analyzing the photos to see how much he’s matured knowing the face well now. Tyler held his hand against your upper back to make sure not to lose you. His job to get you to Trent was almost complete. The oddest part of the maze was the end when you entered a bleak hallway downstairs with plenty of security guards, you could hear discussions about the game, some men yelling in what seemed like excitement, Tyler knew exactly where he was going but you were lost just tailing him.

While you snaked your way through Anfield, Trent cruised through his usual post match routine, showered off, packing up his things. He thankfully didn’t have any media duties to go do so he was attempting to slip out of the dressing room unnoticed and quickly. He failed horribly.

“Fresh trim, smelling nice, new tracky on…. Ooohoohooo” Dom called out knowing why Trent had pulled himself together a little more than he usually would after a match

“My boy!!! Come on now! Sneaking out to find Miss America” Andy yelling the new name you had been dubbed within the team.

“I’m not sneaking out! Just gonna go see her… relax.” Trent said tucking his wash bag under his arm, adjusting one strap of his backpack trying to shove his excitement down.

“Bro… you’ve been glued to your phone for weeks, you’re itching to get out of here.” Dom continued.

“We could all go up and meet her!” Curtis suggested and was immediately met with a disapproving look from Trent.

“Absolutely not. Had Ty bring her down here anyways, I’m not subjecting her to all the chaos.” He explained. That genuinely was what Trent was doing. As exciting and romantic he thought the whole reunion would be, he wasn't naive enough to think that this place wasn’t going to be a little overwhelming and he wanted to protect you. He wanted you just for him after the match. “I’m out lads” Trent said, already walking out the room waving over his head, back turned to the boys.

“We have to go see this right?” Curtis deviously looked at Andy.

“Absolutely” Andy replied with a cheeky grin planning to snoop.

Tyler and you stood against a wall making small conversation. There were people in the corridor around you that seemed to have reason to be there but you weren’t sure what the purpose was, some more security, and further down the way was the now more obvious clue to where you were; large red double doors; the club’s emblem plastered to them tipped you off….the home team’s dressing room but Tyler remained mum.

Looking at his phone, Tyler was getting impatient, Trent was taking so long and Marcel was messaging him non stop asking what the hold up was.

“Do you mind if I head out? Marc is getting pissed and I don’t want to hear him bitch the whole ride home. He’ll be right out, swear…. You’ll be okay?” He asked with such a soft smile you could tell he felt bad. Despite your raging anxiety you chose to lie calmly.

“I’ll be okay, thank you so much for looking after me today.” You giggled a little because he really did look after you.

“It was nothing. Honest. I’ll see you later.” He said leaning in for a hug.

“If I’m still waiting here in the morning, I may text for you to come bring me back to the airport.” You joked giggling a little in an attempt to suppress your nerves.

“Deal” he said before he tapped at your arm walking away. He was so big brother coded. It was nice and made you feel safe.

You leaned one shoulder against the wall, nervous that you might get questioned or in trouble for being down in this clearly very private area. You stayed put though, eyes assessing what unfolded in front of you, it felt like you were in a behind the scenes documentary for a moment causing you to imagine the player you were dying to see appear. You tried not to but your eyes kept reverting back to the red doors, praying for them to open. God, you were so on edge, any notification that appeared on your phone was causing serious heart palpitations, none of them from him yet.

You heard a door open behind you further away from the red one that held your gaze, but the noise of doors opening and closing has been non stop due to the traffic of people the entire time since you had first stood with Tyler so you ignored it, trying to look like you belonged, unphased, heart still palpitating.

It wasn't less than a moment later when your heart fully stopped. You felt warm hands slide around your exposed waist, a body pressed against your back, a familiar pair of plump lips ghosted behind your ear, a warm amber scent engulfing you.

“Who would ever keep such a beautiful, beautiful girl waiting for so long.” Hearing his sultry voice sent your body almost into shock, you wanted to cry. You grabbed his big hands on your stomach turning yourself around to face him staying wrapped in his arms. It was your Trent. You were back in your Trent’s arms.

“Oh my god, T!” you whined trying so hard to hold back tears. He pulled you tighter to him, his forehead pressing to yours. Your faces were so close you actually could barely see his. Your lips instinctively crashed into his. It was absolute heaven, you never felt more relief than you did in this moment, finally kissing him again. It was magnetic like before and following old habits it heated up quite quickly into more of a make out. You pulled away reluctantly hearing the people continue to rush around in the area.

“Sorry, sorry, I don’t even know if I can do that” you paused starting to get nervous given you were technically at his place of work “…you know here.” You said peeling your body away from him gesturing around you.

“Baby…” he cooed, his voice was so smooth now hearing it again in person, it was like dripping honey. “You can kiss me absolutely anywhere you want.” Grabbing at your body pulling you back to him. He kissed you sweetly again, pressing you to him.

“Fuck, I missed you so much.” His lips moved against yours. His head was completely gone having you back in front of him, his hands sliding down to your ass kneading it shamelessly. Before he grabbed you harder, stronger, picking you up, your legs coming to wrap around his waist, you smiled openly at the PDA blocking out your surroundings. Your nose brushed against his, your arms draped around his neck.

“Kiss you anywhere? Hmm?” You mused suggestively, placing another deep kiss on his lips. Your nails scratched at the back of his head causing him to purr.

Tucked behind a wall where the corridor rounded were the prying eyes of Andy and Curtis spying on the reunion. They were slapping at each other like children stupidly gawking at your appearance and poking fun at their friend and how he managed to pull this off. Taking mental notes on what to give Trent a hard time about when they returned to training.

“C’mere baby,” Trent kissed you once more before slowly letting you slide down his body back to stand on your own two feet.

“Never letting you go again.” He said, your eyes unable to break from his. You missed his gorgeous face now able to really see tiny freckles, a dimple in his smile, the warm hue in his eyes.

“Pretty, pretty boy” you cooed, stroking your hand over his high cheekbone before cupping his cheek. “Never. Ever.” You punctuated with another kiss.

He slid his hands up and down your arms, feeling your skin, his eyes inspecting every inch, taking all of you in, before his fingers dragged down to lace between yours.

“Coming home with me?” He asked a question he didn’t need to. You were impetuous to be anywhere near him tonight.

“Yeah huh” you nodded eagerly like a child.

“So you wanna go, beautiful?” He asked calmly, feeling anything but.

“Please” you gave him a devastatingly innocent look.

“Come on sweet girl.” He pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping tight around you, placing a kiss on your forehead. He released you a little squeezing your hand, keeping his intertwined with yours pulling it along with his arm to wrap around your waist, yours comfortablely but awkwardly bending with his. You leaned your head into him as you walked down the corridor towards the player’s car park.

“Baby, I didn’t even get to tell you how amazing you were tonight. Was such a good start, no?” You cooed, pulling at his arm, unable to take your eyes off him, proud of him.

“Yeah, was good. I just liked having you there. Did you have an okay time?” He asked sincerely “over here” he interjected, first directing you towards his car.

“Yeah, course.” You confirmed “so, do you blow kisses to every girl you bring, T?” you asked teasing but were quite serious needing to know because the little action had your stomach doing flips. You needed to know if it meant anything to him or not. He let go of you, resting his hand on his car leaning towards you, his face coming closer.

“Never. Would only do that for you.” He cooed before pressing his lips against yours softly. You just hummed pulling away finally taking a moment to look at a wider angle of your surroundings breaking from the tunnel vision you had just on his face. He was stunning, just jaw dropping beautiful. He was in a black Nike tech unzipped, opened, wearing a Liverpool t-shirt carrying his white Goyard wash bag. Everything about him was just so fresh, even the car he was leant on. It was sleek, the windows tinted almost opaque, everything matte black, not too different from his brothers although his was the latest Range Rover. His eyes bore into you watching you process the moment before interrupting your thoughts.

“Did I tell you how good you look?” His words laced with a little lust reaching out to pull at the hem of his jersey you had worn.

“You think?” You played coy swaying a little subtlety showing him your body.

“Don’t give me that, baby.” He rolled his eyes thinking of all the times he practically begged you to believe that he thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. “Get in” he said, walking to the car door, opening it for you. You popped in eagerly. There was something kind of sexy about a man driving so you were preemptively turned on by the idea of Trent in the driver's seat. He got in soon after throwing his bags into the back seat casually. He handed you his phone, the Spotify app opened.

“All you, beautiful” he nodded implying you were going to be DJ. You hummed in agreement scrolling. You liked that he trusted you with his phone openly. It was a bare minimum thing but it felt reassuring. He pulled out of the car park with one hand on the wheel, you picked a song and your eyes grazed over the veins that appeared on his forearm but they were quick to drop to the sly tale buldge in his lap, the thought of him had you just about drooling. He smiled, catching your lude stare. You slide your hand over his leg, high up on his thigh, dangerously close to his dick. Your nails dug into his joggers playfully. You watched him grip the wheel tighter at the contact. Even the simplest touch from you had him collapsing.

You were pulling out of the stadium where it was dark but you could still see masses of people outside. With his free hand Trent grabbed at your hand stopping you from stroking your fingers against his inner thigh.

“Like it?” He said peeling your hand off him, his finger stroking across the ring with his initials he had gotten you. He then laced his fingers with yours, pressing the back of your hand to his lips holding it there.

“I love it. You didn’t have…” you were stopped mid sentence when a massive flash went off almost blinding you, your vision going white for a moment. You squeezed Trent’s hand hard in response, he lowered them from his lips as smaller shutters began to light up the car.

“Okay?” He asked calmly, ever composed.

“What the fuck. Insane… Is this normal?” You were utterly shocked, Trent just hummed a yeah to answer you. “Could’ve warned me a little, I feel like I’m going blind now.” You tried to joke but also were genuinely a little shaken. You blinked your eyes stunned trying to clear the white floating specs.

“It’s just like a thing when we leave, people wait around I guess for a photo. Sorry.” He apologized for something out of his control. You had driven out of the tightly lined streets surrounding the stadium when you managed to relax a little after the distress. You were quickly gathering what it was like to be in Trent’s world.

Your hand was back on his thigh, some J Cole song played through the car, you could tell Trent was absolutely exhausted. You didn’t pester him with more questions even though your head was filled with them, especially about the flash of photos taken leaving the stadium. You had been in the car for about 30 odd minutes when you got off a motorway pulling to a traffic light.

“Almost home” he broke the comfortable silence, leaning over to kiss your temple. His hand now resting atop yours. Maybe it was because you were also tired or because it was so dark but the roads seemed winding. He was taking a final turn onto his street when you reached over to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Tired?” You questioned simply in a soft quiet voice.

“Completely knackered” he replied in a similar tone. It almost made you sad but he spoke again before you could really dwell on it. “Glad you’re back with me though,” he assured you. Finally pulling into a long driveway, a massive house tucked far back at the end of it.

“Your house is so nice” you said plainly. Clearly you both were worn out as your conversation had slowed from flirting to just blank observations.

“It’s dark, you can barely see it, what are you on about?” He said with a familiar cheeky smile reappearing on his face.

“I can still tell!” You poorly defended your comment. He parked the car next to what felt like 10 others assuming there must be a lot of people here. He hopped out and came round to your door, opening it. He waited for you with his arms open.

“C’mere, yeah? Missed you so much.” He cooed, placing a kiss to your lips before letting you go, opening the other door to grab his things. You walked to the front of the house slowly, you because of nerves, Trent because he was sore. He unlocked the front door and gestured for you to step in first. A few lights were on and it was mostly quiet, but you could hear murmuring on a TV somewhere when you entered, a little surprised given the amount of cars. Trent dropped his bags immediately at the front door like a school boy, sighing. He grabbed your waist nuzzling into your neck but didn’t say anything.

“I don’t want to mess with your post match routine, so do what you have to do.” You spoke honestly not wanting to disrupt him.

“That include you?” He said toying with you before pressing a kiss behind your ear, his hand pulling at the waist of your pants only to let go and walk away.

“Hey!” You whined at the loss of contact and followed after him desperately. “Is ‘doing’ a girl usually a part of your routine?” You pretended to ask seriously with emphasis on the verb he had played on before.

“No, baby” he giggled entering his kitchen, grabbing a water, after offering you one silently.

“So do you just go to bed now or…?” You probed. He wasn’t talking much so you were grasping at straws at what to do. He wasn’t though, he was so cool and collected in the comfort of his home.

“Nah, my mind is racing right now, processing everything, minute by minute but my body is just done so I usually lay down. Go to the cinema room… any interest?” He spoke candidly at first and then a cheeky grin swept across his face before he asked about your interest level.

“Yuck! With you?” You pretended to be grossed out making a face playfully before he grabbed your waist ignoring you. You allowed him to push you around his house, walking with you in front of him, slapping at your ass on the way. He brought out such a childish side of you. You guys were mostly quiet knowing other people were home and it was late but giggles definitely echoed through the halls.

Trent collapsed onto a obscenely wide lounge chair, it was essentially a couch but he would say otherwise. There were a few of them tiered like a theater, framed jerseys hung on the walls, and the biggest tv screen you’ve ever seen in your life illuminated the otherwise fairly dark room. You sat on the corner edge away from him suddenly feeling your nerves take over..

“What you doing? Stop being weird and c’mere. I’m too tired to come and have to grab you.” Trent was cute but lazy, holding the remote.

“Stop! I’m nervous” you said embarrassed. He rolled his eyes before pouting his full lips, his puppy dog eyes sucking you in, silently begging you to come to him. You basically crawled across the chair before snuggling up into his side. His arm draped around you pulling you into him, your cheek laying on his chest. He pressed kisses to the top of your head and you gently placed your leg over his body. You were wrapped around him and had no intention of letting go.

“I never knew I would miss a cuddle this much” he muffled into your hair. “What do you wanna watch?” He said, holding you impossibly tight.

“I’m okay with anything. I just want to be close to you.”

“Yeah? Need you just a little closer, baby” he said pulling you further into his body. You nuzzled your face into his chest some more, shy at his sweet words.

“I’ve been watching this one show and…” Trent began to ramble, clear that now that his body could relax after the match, his racing mind was now spilling out. He talked so fast to you about something but it went in one ear and out the other unintentionally. You just looked up at him lost watching his perfect lips move, his big eyes light up, while you scratched your nails against the facial hair on his chin. Something you had quickly discovered that Trent had kept hidden from his media persona was just how nerdy he actually was. He was such a dork. You gushed over his beautiful animated face talked about something he knew way too much about.

“Like can you believe that?” His question caught you off guard.

“Yeah” you mused, still scratching his chin just yessing the pretty boy. Your head fell back into his chest, your hand too, your cheek squished into him more from the weight of his arm atop pressing into you. He would make small comments throughout the show filling you in about something important or who a character was but you were fighting to keep your eyes open. It was so warm and comfortable in his embrace. In a sleepy state, you pulled the hem of his t-shirt up, your nails now drawing over his abs absentmindedly. Although your thoughtless touch wasn't going unnoticed by Trent. He was starting to get hard just at your hands proximity to his cock but the patterns you were tracing on his skin slowed, stopping entirely as you dozed off pacified by his scent and his hand running up and down your spine. When you didn’t even hum a response to one of his questions, he leaned forward a little peering around you only to see your eyes had closed, your features now softened. You looked like an angel, he held you tighter kissing your head in disbelief at how he felt about you. You were all consuming.

“You’re mine baby, not letting you go. You’re absolutely perfect” he whispered to you, asleep peacefully.

“Bro, what a game though!” Marcel just about yelled walking into the cinema room. Causing Trent to snap his head towards the doorway, then quickly back to you, nervous his brother's voice might have disturbed you.

“Yeah, I thought it went well,” Trent replied in a much quieter, gentler tone holding you to him, his hand still rubbing your back.

“Shit, sorry,” Marcel said softer now, seeing you cuddled up not moving.

“You’re good. She’s been out. I was just working the hours in my head, she’s been up for ages.” His brows furrowed, face scrunching trying to do the math.

“Bless” his brother's thoughtful response surprised him but you seemed to have that effect on people where you just grew and grew seeping into their hearts.

“Yeah” Trent said just staring at you. His hand moving to tuck a piece of hair out of your face.

“We actually had a good time tonight, ya know?” Marcel filled his brother in on your time spent together. His heart warmed that you fit so nicely into his life and right now in his arms.

“This is actually the best I’ve ever felt post-match, not sure if it was the new fitness program or what…” Trent said trailing off trying to distract Marcel from seeing him be so tender, rapidly falling more for you in front of him.

“Yeah, that’s what it is…” Marcel rolled his eyes, the evident change in Trent’s routine wasn’t fitness it was tucked in his arms. Trent knew he was caught out but that didn’t stop him from continuing to pepper kisses on your forehead he thought were subtle. The boys fell silent soon avoiding the subject of Trent’s obvious feelings.

Eventually, Marcel headed to bed leaving Trent still completely intertwined and enthralled with you. The episode he was watching concluded and he decided his night should too. Contrary to what he first thought, Trent was okay just going to sleep with you in his arms but he wasn't going to let you sleep downstairs, you needed a proper bed.

“Baby” he whispered, placing light kisses all over your face but you didn’t budge, only further settling into him.

“Baby, come..” he cooed, attempting to peel your arms from his body. “Let’s go.” He tried speaking once more, finding a bit more success this time.

“Hmm?” You hummed lifting your head a little bit only to place your chin back down on his chest.

“Let’s go” he tried once more, this time your eyes more open fixating on him. It dawned on you staring into his darkening brown eyes that your hand was still under Trent’s shirt dangerously close to the waistband of his joggers.

“Where T?” you said sleepily but there was a little fire behind your tired eyes. His intention of just sleeping tonight was changing.

“My room.” He told you sternly but feigned a terrible effort to move you off him. He could easily just pick you up if he wanted. He instead conceded to your stubbornness that was laced with obvious desire letting you now play with the drawstring of his joggers.

“So you wanna sleep with me?” You mused, pressing your hips down into him. You rolled your body in to his, his hands stroking down your sides to grab the bottom of your top starting to fuss with it, teasing you.

“I want you in my bed.” He looked at you now with passion igniting behind his eyes before his lips came crashing into yours. You were like messy teenagers making out in his house, your hand more bravely slipping down into his pants.

“We’re going to bed now” pulling away, he sat up, taking your hand away and you off him, calming the steamy situation you were trying to start. You moaned, biting back trying to grab his lip with your teeth. He just shook his head at your lack of restraint but he was loving every second of it. Feeding his ego ravenously.

Standing up, he finally used actual strength to pull you up too from the chair. You stumbled a little bit still sleepy so he wrapped his arms around you to steady you only to start another heated kiss. Your hands pulling at his clothes, you remembered you were wearing fancy lingerie when you felt it absolutely soaked between your thighs. You moaned into his mouth.

“Gimme” you giggled greedily and childishly trying to get his shirt off, only for him to shut you down.

“Nah, baby. My bed now.” He said it so aggressively it should’ve felt hurtful or like an insult but instead it had you even more desperate for him.

He grabbed both your shoulders harshly and physically turned you away from him, his hand coming to grip your ass, his lips to your neck.

“Do you wanna go to my bed, baby?” You felt his breath on your neck, your pussy flutter. You tried to suppress a moan but failed miserably

“Yeah” you whimpered quietly, your hand reaching behind you to grab onto his body only to be swatted away. You walked out of the room obediently, he trailed you, his last name still on your back making way to his room had him struggling to focus on getting up the stairs. You two were fairly quiet navigating through the dimly lit house. You’d turn back to him looking for directions not knowing where you were going. He didn’t want to just tell you, having you under his command was getting him off.

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moonlight-starlight-lady01 · 1 year

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Leo x reader (Mating season!)

Warning: Smut, oral sex, neck biting, penetration sex, male receiving, leo scaring the shit out of you! That pretty much it, let me know if i missed anything!

Request (Note: I'm sad nobody is requesting something about tmnt!)

🔞!!YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!🔞

Leo:

All the turtles were in mating season, but they all had different ways to cope.

This boi would seriously train 24/7.

HE WANTS TO DISTRACT HIMSELF FROM YOU. (Well because he thinks he’s gonna hurt you.)

Oh how sweet…… mating seasons last through April to May and maybe even longer.

Well let's say he warned you before it started saying stuff like, “You're gonna have to stop coming over here for a good 2-3 months….. It’s because of….. Mating season.”

Ok after that 1 month Leo couldn’t stop himself. He had to call you. Even if he had told you that if he tried to call you to come over, “Don't….. it could kill you.”

Hearing your cell phone ring you heard the ringer tone and knew it was Leo first thing. When you answered you heard big puffs of air going through the phone speaker, then some wines.

“Hello?....”

That was what had set him off when he heard your voice again after a month, he knew he wanted you right then and there.

“Oh please Hana I need you so bad, please come over-... nothing will happen. I will only cuddle with you!!!” You knew Leo was lying, but you felt sorry for the man. He had to go through this every year?

“Leo…..-” Suddenly you start to hear him moaning and a bed frame squeaks. Your body became stiff, already dirty thoughts flooded into your swirling brain, and warmth spreaded through your core.

“PLeAsE, Hana, come down here.” You knew this was a bad idea, who were you kidding? This was a horrible idea. All 4 turtles were there also and if you showed up stuff could be off the roof.

“Leo, you know that’s a bad ide-”

“Or I'll come to you.” You could hear the venom dripping in his voice as it sounded like he got up out of his bed. Now this actually scared the shit out of you. You expected him to be civil, not like a horny slut.

Suddenly the phone call ended and you were being awaited for Leo there. You locked all your windows, and all of your doors. You even closed your curtains and turned off all the lights.

After some time you thought maybe he thought about his actions and stopped. Carefully opening your window you looked outside to see nothing but new york city. Being grabbed by something, or someone you were hoisted up to find Leo looking face to face at him.

🔞(!!Smut warning!!)🔞

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The feeling of something so big inside you was so overwhelmingly good. Leo was laying on your back grunting, squealing, and making a purring noise. Your hand tightened its grip around the bar connecting the fire escape. It squeaked and popped under Leo’s weight as he started to thrust into your throbbing walls. You felt his heavy balls slapping your clit. He started biting your neck, marking you, showing you that you belong to him and him only. Oh, if you had any say in this, that would be a long time ago. Leo had wrapped his blue bandana around your head so you couldn’t speak. But, you were moaning like crazy from the giant green member bulging inside you. He started thrusting so hard you were afraid you would fall off the fire escape.

After some time, leo moved you onto your bed and kept fucking you drunk on your pussy. You being drunk on his cock were glad your parents were away for 10 weeks, on a vacation.

You stomach was bulging with his seeds as he still fucked more into you like you were some raggdoll.

“Oh hana, look at you! So round with my seeds.”

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emotionally-damaged-carrot · 8 months

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Charles Leclerc x Male reader

"I love you"

Just a quick sad fic, cause jesus christ, what the hell was the previous one I wrote. Atleast I tried to make it sad. So eh, I put effort you lot better appreciate it 😒😒

REQUESTS ARE OPEN WOOT WOOT

Enjoy!✌️

"Charles, please, I don't know how to swim. If you throw me in the water I'll drown." Y/n said as he slowly back away from the water and deeper inside the yacht.

"Come on amor, I'll be holding you the whole time. I'll teach how to swim, just hold on to me." Charles said as he chased after y/n with a smile on his face, and laughing gently.

"N-no, I don't trust you." Y/n said as he was backed into a corner.

"After what, like a year of dating, you still don't trust me? I'm hurt, mon prince." Charles said as he grabbed a hold of y/n's wrist as he struggled to release Charles' grip from his wrist.

"It's only been 7 months. I'm leaving you if you throw me in the water." Y/n said with a nervousness on his face.

"Sure you will, hold your breathe for me, amor." Charles said as he carried y/n bridal style and jump into the water, holding y/n close and not letting go no matter how erratic he moved and almost drowning them both.

"Calm down, calm down, I'm here amour." Charles said gently to y/n ear and he slowly calmed down and gripped onto Charles tighter and burrying his face in Charles' neck.

"I hate you." Y/n said trying to sound angry and intimidating.

"Sure you do, sure you do." Charles said as he laughed and slowly swam towards the yacht to get on it.

"Hold on to me, we're going back to the boat." Charles said as he wrapped an arm around y/n and him doing the same to Charles. Deathly afraid of drowning.

As they got on the boat, y/n immidiately looked for a towel to dry off.

"Where's my towel?" Charles asked confused.

"Get it yourself." Y/n said with a huff and walking away.

"Fine, just try not to slip into the water." Charles said with a laugh. As he got up to grab a towel.

"I'll miss this." Charles said looking at y/n with loving eyes.

"Of course you would, you won't be able to throw me into the ocean during race weeks." Y/n said with a laugh also looking at Charles with loving eyes.

"No, it's just the time you won't beat me in anything, especially races. You've been dominating this whole season." Charles said with a huff and feigning annoyance as he looked away with a frown like a child.

"I love you." Y/n said with a huge smile.

"Sure you do." I said with a dismissive laugh.

"It's too early to say that y/n."

"But it's true, believe it or not."

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"Charles, Charles wake up, mate." I opened my eyes slowly as I looked around. I fell asleep cuddling his race suit. It still smells like him after all this time.

"You okay, mate? You were crying in your sleep" My eyes adjusted to the light and I see who was calling me. It was Lando and pierre both with a sympathetic look on their faces.

"No,no." I said with a defeated sigh.

"I still dream about him, how I would always mess around with him." I said letting out a small cry and sniffling.

"It's been a year Charles, forget about it. You need to move on." Pierre said concerned.

"W-what if I don't want to move on? I am perfectly happy where I am." I said a bit offended he wanted me to forget about him.

"You know, I still hear him sometimes, I still hear his voice during the incident." I said smiling sadly.

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'Engine failure, Y/n, box.' One of the engineers said.

'Come on guys, I don't thing I can, my tire popped off somewhere if you haven't noticed. And I can't really stop being in first.' Y/n said with a worried tone.

'Just tell Charles I love him, I'm not gonna make it.' Y/n said sadly as he lost control of the car and it steered into the wall, after a few minutes the engine catches fire and y/n is unconcious.

The race finished early with Charles earning a P1.

'Not how I wanted to win, but it's better than nothing.' Charles said to an unconscious y/n laying on the hospital bed. As Charles held y/n hands, he carresed it, feeling the bony structure, feeling the veins. He suddenly heard the heart monitor flat line, a few moments later nurses came in and ushered him out.

'W-what happened?' Charles asked as a nurse came out 30 minutes later.

The nurse shook her head. And then left, leaving him to have his moment.

That was enough for Charles to break down crying, he leaned his back against the hospital wall as he slowly fell and sat down, hugging his knees close to his chest. The pained cries of Charles could be heard throughout the whole floor.

'You never even, heard me say it back.'

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"I'm scared, I feel alone without him, the bed feels empty without him, the whole apartment feels empty without him. I feel empty without him." I said as I cried, tears streaming down my face and falling onto my pantsm

"I-i know, Charles. I'm sorry for even suggesting you forget him. But please, he wouldn't want to see you like this." Pierre said with a heavy smile.

"No matter how much you cry it won't bring him back, Charles." Lando said afterwards eyes becoming glossy.

"I don't know what he like or not like. But one thing is for certain." I said wiping my tears.

"He would've liked to hear me say it back." I said looking distant. Remembering his laugh, remembering his smile, remembering all the times he said it.

"Hear you say what, Charles?"

"I love you."

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discotitsposts · 16 days

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born to die

reader is secretly best friends with a famous singer

bau x reader

set in season 7 so 2012

“Have you guys heard about that new singer, Lana Del Rey?” JJ asked the team while waiting for the brief of the new case on the jet. Hotch and Rossi had taken up conversation in the corner leaving the younger team members some quality time. Derek shakes his head. You smile to yourself. Lana was actually a stage name and her real name was Elizabeth and she had been one of your best friends ever since you had met her in the seventh grade during an incident in Lake Placid.

The team didn’t know that though. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell them. It’s just that the topic had never come up before so you didn’t reveal it. You were very mysterious to them. Honestly you were just private.

Emily smiles, “Yes!! Her album is called ‘Born To Die’ it’s so good!”

Morgan tells you that he’s going to listen to it. He puts his headphones on and closes his eyes. He starts singing ‘Summertime Sadness’ out loud. Spencer looks around confused. Not being kept up on pop culture he had no clue who she was. You explain to him Lana’s vibe is very vintage and her voice is beautiful, which is why people love her. You, having heard her early music when she first started, are very excited about her newfound popularity.

“I heard she’s playing a show in New York soon, wanna go?” JJ asks Emily when the jet lands

“I’d love to!! Who else wants to go?” Emily looks around at everyone. Morgan raises his hand and says, “I’m in!”

They look at you and Spencer.

“How about you guys?” JJ asks with a big grin. Spencer stammers trying to think of an excuse when you say, “I can get the tickets for us. I have an in at the arena.” They nod excitedly. Spencer, being quite fond of you, nods.

“I’ll go. It might be fun.” He smiles at you. Hotch and Rossi were listening in and tell you they would like to join. You smile at them and shoot off a text to your so called contact at the arena. The performer herself.

You smile and put your phone down.

After the case, you’re all back on the jet.

“Hey you got a ticket for Penelope right, I called her and she said she would die to go.” Morgan asks you.

“Of course! Couldn’t leave her out.” You didn’t tell them you didn’t need to buy tickets.

When you get back to the BAU Penelope runs in.

“We’re actually going!! I’m so excited!! What should I wear!” She asks you.

“Whatever’s comfortable!” You respond while folding your sweater up and putting it in your bag.

“Hey do you know what section we’ll be in?” Emily asks looking up from her phone.

“Right up front.”

Everyone’s jaws drop. “You got us all front rows?” JJ asks. You nod.

Day of the show

You and the girls had gotten ready together in your hotel room. Rossi had ordered a limousine for everyone.

“Where are the tickets?” JJ asks when you get to the ticket station and the man holds his hand out to check for your tickets.

“Oh we don’t need tickets.” You laugh and look for a security guard. You motion everyone to follow you. They look at each other in confusion but follow you. You tell Ed the security guard your name and he tells you all to follow him. He brings you to a backstage room.

“Are we MEETING HER?” Penelope, JJ, Morgan, and Emily jump around screaming.

Lana walks in and everyone damn near passes out. She looks absolutely beautiful. She’s wearing a white dress with her hair big and heavy makeup. She spots you and grins.

“Hi! I’m so glad to see you!” She runs to you and gives you a big hug.

“I’m so proud of you! Look where you’re performing! How do you feel?” You ask.

“I know it’s so crazy. I’m feeling a huge adrenaline rush,” She smiles fiddling with her hands. “Maybe some nerves too.”

“Well you’re going to do amazing. Just think of it as the bar you used to play at and I’m gonna be right there cheering you on!” The whole team is watching you interact with her in such awe.

“Alright, I’m going on soon. Ed, can you take them to their row? Have fun everyone!” She squeezes your hands and waves at everyone as she walks to the door. She blows you a kiss and you blow one back and shake your hips. A secret handshake you guys made up.

Emily smacks your arm gently. “Why didn’t you tell us you’re friends with a singer who’s been all over the radio lately?”

“You didn’t ask me.” Their faces drop. They hadn’t asked you much of anything when you’d first joined. Everyone was nice they just hadn’t spoken to you about your personal life much. Therefore you hadn’t told them anything.

“Know anyone else famous?” JJ asks jokingly as if you might secretly be friends with a whole bunch of A-list celebrities.

“Ever hear of Taylor Swift?” She was also a good friend of yours. You show everyone a picture you had taken with a Tay a few weeks ago when you had gone to dinner with her. JJ almost faints.

The show was a blast and you all had fun. She played everything from Born To Die and her latest release, Paradise. You had even noticed Spencer seemed to like the song, Diet Mountain Dew. He had been tapping his fingers rhythmically to the beat. Lizzy had pointed at you and smiled and waved to you all during the show. Her voice live is so beautiful. After, you had all hung out with Lana and went to dinner with her and everyone was spilling with questions for her. You were laughing for hours with everyone.

“I heard Britney Spears is playing at a stadium nearby tomorrow.” Penelope winds some more spaghetti on her fork with Rossi giving her a disapproving look at the improper way she wound her pasta.

“Oh yeah. For ‘Femme Fatale’ she invited me to that. I might go. Who wants to join?” You speak as if you’re just asking them if they want to get coffee. Leaving everyone wondering how the hell you know all these people.

Needless to say, after that everyone asked you a lot more about yourself.

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thegridgoddess · 10 months

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Prove It | Charles Leclerc Pt. 7

Pairings: Charles Leclerc x fem!wolff!driver oc

Summary: Charles has a new teammate, but just because she's pretty doesn't mean he's gonna make things easy for her.

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, angsty Charles, slow burn till it hits you in the face. Piningggg. George Russell best friend and ultimate mom energy, Lando Norris sibling energy, Pierre Gasly is the worst in this ngl, and Toto Wolff sucks here (not a good dad!). Also did I mention the angst? Remember that this is all purely fictional.

A/N: I kept my promise, didn't I? Also, you guys, it is so difficult to find George Russell pics where he is just NORMAL for these cover images. The man is either always in uniform or shirtless, there is no in between. Still love him though. Anyways, enjoy!

Word Count: 3k

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The sun had already been shining brightly into her room hours well before Riley’s eyes finally cracked open. She sat up with a start and regretted the movement just as quickly. Her head was pounding, but not enough to distract her from the poor decisions made last night. One, by her own doing, the other, well… she had yet to see if it was actually a poor decision.

Kissing Charles was a mistake. She wanted to blame it on the drinks but she knew full well it was her own fault. She couldn’t help it, seeing him standing at her doorstep looking so… so… ugh. He tended to be ugh very often, she thought.

It should have been fun and regrettable in a totally different way than it ended up being. None of her feelings toward the matter helped explain why Charles said what he did. Why did he have to say something so confusing?

I don’t want it simple. I want all of it.

What was that even supposed to mean for them exactly? Was she supposed to suddenly believe that Charles, the man who spent the better part of the season in opposition to her, wanted to be with her? Yeah, right. She’d have better chances of believing Pierre wanted commitment.

At least that’s what she would think if she hadn’t heard the words come out of Pierre’s very mouth this morning during a much-needed distracting make-out session.

He drew her back, looked her in the eyes, and said I wanna do this with you. Let’s do things the right way.

It was absolutely insane is what it was. Had the world completely come off its axis? Charles is cryptic about a relationship with her, which is bizarre in its own right, but then Pierre did the same, which is equally bizarre if not more concerning. But maybe she was the crazy one for agreeing with Pierre.

She slammed back onto the bed with a frustrated sigh. She probably would have laid there until the end of time–packing be damned–if it wasn’t for the knock on her door. Hadn’t she had enough visitors at her door recently?

The frown on her face quickly fell away once she saw Lando standing there, water and ibuprofen in hand.

“Thought you might be needing this,” he said, holding them out to her. “George fixed me up hours ago. He gave up on trying to wake you up though and left me in charge of resolving this state,” he gestured to all of her and her bird-nest mess of hair.

She stepped away from the door letting Lando in. “When will George learn to stop tasking people after my well-being? I am perfectly capable of handling myself on my own.” She popped the pills in her mouth and took a gulp of water to wash them down.

Lando had the decency not to disagree with her given the blatant mess she was standing in. He just gave her wide eyes and plopped onto her bed as if it were his own.

“Where is George anyway?” She asked him.

“He’s already off. Mercedes runs a tight schedule and all that.” Riley rolled her eyes, ever opposed to her father’s team. “But if you ask me the only tight-wound thing around here is him. The man has got to learn how to relax.”

“You’re not wrong about that my friend,” she said, pulling out her suitcase. “Anyway, what’s been going on with you? I’d rather not talk about myself right now.” She placed her suitcase on the bed next to Lando.

He gave a wistful sigh and laid back all the way, hands behind his head. “I was talking to this girl recently, but it didn’t go anywhere.”

Riley chuckled slightly. “Well, that might be because your idea of romance is sitting around eating McDonald’s in a hotel room.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said unconvinced, “like that’s a problem. You never minded when we did it.”

“Yeah well, that’s because we’re friends and usually hungover when that happens.” She continued tossing clothes into her suitcase. She never had this many clothes to pack before she started going out with Lando and company. A noble sacrifice, she thought.

“Okay, let’s not pretend like you’re an expert in the romance department. I mean, seriously, Pierre?” He asked incredulously. “Come on, the guy is like a walking red flag.”

“Lando,” she chastised and threw a pillow at him, not wanting to have this conversation.

“What?!” He whined, easily catching the pillow and clutching it to his chest. “Not only does he generally seem douchey, but he calls himself ‘tripod’, you know? You have to have seen the video by now.”

“Lando,” she said, this time more playfully, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

“Oh god, no, please.” He looked mortified. “Don’t tell me. Please don’t tell me that was you.” He didn’t want to see her response, opting to bury his head in the pillow instead.

Riley laughed. “He’s not so bad, is he? I know it can seem that way sometimes, but he can actually be really sweet at times.” Lando peeked out from the pillow only to show a face of disgust, eyebrows scrunched up with a frown in tow.

“Sure, but like, isn’t he known to… sleep around?” He put out there lightly.

“Lando, it’s not cheating if we’re not together, which we are now anyway, so it’s not anything to worry about anymore.” She zipped up her suitcase and stood it up.

“Oh,” he said casually and then jolted up. “Oh! Pierre?! But you– But I thought– Ch–”

“You thought what?” Riley pressed a hand on her hip.

“Nothing,” he said tight-lipped, hands raised innocently.

“Now are you coming or what?” She asked, standing at the door. “Well, I guess it’s you I’m following anyway.”

“What, you don’t wanna take the Ferrari plane back with a certain someone?” Lando asked cheekily.

“Forget it,” she said exasperated. “I’m calling Pierre.” And she took her leave out the door.

“It’s still your first win!” Lando yelled out. “You should be celebrating with your team!”

When he didn’t get a response he whipped out his phone, hoping his call would go through. Lucky for him, either the flight landed, or Mercedes pulled out all of the stops for their flights and the drivers that took them. It was probably the latter.

“Hey, George. We have a problem.”

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The Imola race was canceled so Riley was able to make an early trip home. It had been far too long since she’d seen her Monegasque apartment, but that was to be expected with the job. The place was hardly home anyway. It was barely furnished with personal belongings and had the untouched look of being abandoned even well past Riley’s move-in date.

It was nothing like her home back in America where her mom was. Unfortunately for her, that work commute was just impossible.

She set her suitcase and bags down on the floor. Pierre refused to carry them on the premise of not depriving Riley of a good workout. He claimed to still be a gentleman, however, as he held the door open for her.

“Welcome, I guess,” she said, heaving a little as she gestured around to her apartment. She had the distinct suspicion her suitcase was well over the weight limit for a commercial flight. She vowed to cut back on her packing next time though she had a bit of a reprieve since the next race was here.

“It’s cute,” Pierre said. “Very… nice,” was the word he opted for. Riley didn’t take any offense to it given that she actually didn’t care what Pierre thought about her apartment–she certainly didn’t.

Besides, after a long flight with company present, there was only one thing either of them had on their minds right now–and it did not involve her giving him an Architectural Digest-worthy tour of her home.

They were still standing in the entryway as Pierre picked Riley up and she locked her legs around him, planting a deep kiss on his lips. A light sound escaped from the back of her throat and she momentarily got enough clarity to pull away for a moment.

“Hold on,” she said, hopping off Pierre. He gave her a look of either disappointment or frustration, Riley wasn’t sure which. “Let me go make sure my room isn’t a mess or anything.”

“You think I care whether you have clothes on your bed or not? That wouldn’t stop me, Riley,” he said, hooking a finger under her chin to make her look up at him.

She gave him a quick kiss and pulled away. “Trust me when I tell you, it most definitely would.” Pierre chuckled as she walked further into the apartment.

She walked into a hall and tugged open her bedroom door. The shriek she let out was not due to her bedroom reaching concerning levels of disorganization, in fact, it wasn’t messy at all. No, her shriek was due to the man standing in her way.

The tall Brit stared at her, arms crossed, with daggers in his eyes. George Russell was a force to be reckoned with whenever he was crossed with anyone. Riley would know best–the day she made fun of PowerPoint was one she’d never soon forget. So many nightmares about graphs, she shuddered at the thought. Glares from George were their own form of capital punishment.

“You know, on second thought Pierre,” she said, running out to intercept him in the hall. “It’s been a long flight and I’m actually really tired and want to sleep. Some real sleep,” she added seeing the smirk Pierre gave her. “And by that I mean I sleep here and you sleep in your fancy hotel.”

Pierre gave her a long look before finally sighing and giving in. “Alright, fine,” he said. “But just know that I’m beginning to believe you store bodies in there.”

“What?!” She laughed, hoping it didn’t sound too forced. “No bodies in there. So silly,” she forced herself to cough out. “Okay! See you later! Bye!” She said all at once, closing and locking the door after Pierre.

After a moment of heavy breathing, she yelled out, “What the hell, Russell?!”

“You what the hell?!” he said in retort and almost magically appeared before her. Seriously, George in a mood was not to be messed with. “Pierre?! I don’t even have time to go into all of the reasons why that is a horrid idea. Horrid!”

“Oh, what? Didn’t have time to make the PowerPoint just yet?” Riley couldn’t help herself, but that didn’t stop her from wincing at the cutthroat glare George threw her. “I’m perfectly capable of making my own decisions, George!”

“Well obviously! They’re just really bad ones!” he threw his arms up. He paused for a moment, his tone growing softer. “Come on, Riley. This isn’t you. What’s going on?”

“Nothing is going on!” She claimed. “Can’t I just have fun? Don’t I deserve fun?”

“Of course you do, Riles,” George said, caressing one of Riley’s arms in a comforting way. “It just seems like you’re setting yourself up to be hurt, and we care about you, that’s all.”

“We?” Riley pressed on. “Don’t tell me Lando is going to pop out of a closet somewhere.”

“No, no closets,” George laughed, “but he did give me a call concerning enough that made me decide to hop on a plane to Monaco instead of London where I should be,” he said more seriously. “So come on, Riley. You know you can talk to me.”

“Ughhh, fine,” she growled, trudging all the way to her couch and promptly plopping down. There was no getting rid of George once he decided to talk–especially when it comes to feelings. No bottling up anything where he was concerned.

“I talked to Toto,” she admitted. George furrowed his brows in confusion or shock, or maybe a bit of both. She continued on. “It was right after I won in Miami. I went to go see him because I stupidly got it into my head that maybe this time he would care. Maybe this time he would look at me and finally see something worth looking at.”

George gave her a pained expression, but he didn’t interrupt. “He wouldn’t even look at me. He was more upset that his drivers didn’t win than proud that it was his daughter who did.” She didn’t even notice the tears slipping from her eyes down her cheek until George was wiping them away.

It was a long moment before either of them said anything again. “Yeah, well, he’s a bit of a prat anyway.” Through her tears, Riley couldn’t help but laugh. “Did you just call my father, your team principal, a ‘prat’?”

“Yes,” he said, standing tall and proud. “I’ve quite taken to calling people prats, I’ll have you know. It really gets through to them I think.”

Riley gave a full-bellied laugh at the faraway look George got in his eyes as if seriously contemplating the matter. “Oh, George. What would I do without you?”

“I don’t know for sure,” he started. “But I think you’d be a lot more prat-like.” They both laughed at that.

“You’re right about Pierre,” Riley admitted with a heavy sigh. “I’m just with him because it’s fun and easy.”

“Oh thank god, so you don’t love him,” George breathed out in relief more to himself than to Riley.

“What? Love him? George, are you feeling alright?” Riley made a show of putting her hand on his forehead. “Besides, I think it annoys Charles and that’s always fun.”

The next voice who speaks almost gave Riley a heart attack. “Annoys? I think anguish, torment, is more of the ballpark you should be in,” Lando says, popping out of the half-bathroom by the living room.

“Oh my god!” She says smacking George on the back of his head. “You said he wasn’t hiding around here!”

“No, I said he wasn’t hiding in a closet,” George said as if the point merited value.

“We are all going to have a conversation about privacy and consent in the very near future,” Riley huffed, embracing Lando after also giving him the same loving treatment she just gave to George.

“Hey!” Lando cried out, caressing the back of his head. “I’m not the one cruelly punishing the guy who loves me.”

George stared at him with wide eyes, gaping, but Riley merely waved it off, not taking him seriously. “Pierre doesn't love me,” Riley said plainly.

“I wasn’t talking about Pierre. Ow!” This time it was George who hit Lando upside the head.

“What are you talking about?” Riley asked, growing curious.

“Oh nothing, just that Ch–”

“How do you even know about that?!” George stopped Lando before he could say any further. “I didn’t even tell you!”

“Mate, you didn’t have to,” Lando said with an all-knowing aura about him. “I was right there.”

“No, you weren’t!” George said incredulously, seriously rethinking his choice of friends.

“Uh, yeah I was,” Lando said. “I was literally sitting on your other side. And frankly, I think it’s quite rude that neither you nor Charles said hello.”

George was left speechless, rethinking his entire life now, but next to him, so was Riley.

“Charles?! You think Charles is in love with me?! That’s– Well that’s just–” Riley started.

“Honey, I don’t ‘think’ I know. I know so,” Lando corrected. “He said it himself. Tell her George.”

Riley looked to George for clarification, but the other Brit was staring at the floor as if there was something of interest to find in the wood.

“Have you all gone insane?” She cried out. “There’s no way that Charles–my teammate who hated me not that long ago–is all of a sudden in love with me.”

“George, back me up here,” he nudged the other boy, but George just glared at Lando ruefully.

“You guys talked with him about this?” Riley asked in disbelief.

“What happened to privacy and consent, Riley?” George pleaded apologetically, but it was all the confirmation Riley needed.

“We’re talking about the same Charles, right? Last name: Leclerc, also hotter than the sun itself?” Riley was losing it.

“Yup. The one and the same,” Lando nodded helpfully.

“Oh dear,” Riley said, putting her head in her hands.

“Oh dear indeed,” George said supportingly, rubbing his temples to fight off an oncoming headache.

“What’s the big deal, you guys?” Lando asked nonchalantly. “It needed to be said. We can’t risk you falling in love with Pierre after all.”

“And you choose now to tell me?” Riley gave her own look of exasperation at Lando.

“Well I wasn’t going to say anything, but now that we know the whole Pierre thing isn’t real, it means Charles has a shot. And honestly, it breaks my heart thinking about how he must be feeling right now.” Lando had the audacity to start actually getting choked up.

“Out, both of you!” Riley yelled at them. She needed time to think, alone.

Lando headed for the door in an instant.

“Actually, Riley, I was hoping I could crash with you since…” George trailed off at the face Riley was making. “Right! Lando, let’s go to yours, yeah?”

Lando nodded frantically and the two all but ran out of her apartment.

How could any of this be true? She began to spiral in her thoughts on the couch. This didn’t mean things had to change. In fact, she didn’t have to do anything about this information. These were Charles’ feelings, she wasn’t obligated to react to his emotions.

Except that there was a twisting feeling in her stomach she didn’t know what to do about. Even though she didn’t have to do anything about it, maybe she still wanted to.

No. No. What about Pierre? She had him to think about. They were together now and it wouldn’t be fair of her to break things off without even giving him a proper chance. He deserved that much at least before she went to sort things out with his best friend.

Yeah, that sounded like a good plan. Pierre. All she had to focus on was her relationship with Pierre.

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