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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.

Thomas Shelby x Carleton!Reader Warnings: Smut, slight size kink, Tommy attracting posh girls as always

“Are you fucking my sister-in-law?” were the very first words that came out of the young socialite’s mouth. They were directed to the man dressed in the grey suit with the flat cap, as he caressed the grey filly in front of him. 

“Such crude words from such a lovely young lass, eh?” the man looked rather amused at her choice of words, much less, her more than direct approach of interrogating him.  

The words she’d spoken weren’t quite what he had expected from a girl of her caliber, she seemed far too proper to opt for such language. 

 But she held her ground that girl, with her fashionably short bob and her velvet dress that would probably fetch enough pounds to feed a small family for a week in Small Heath. She didn’t waver under his icy stare, nor did she retreat her questioning glare. In fact, to his surprise, she arched her carefully sculpted eyebrow, as though prompting him to explain himself. 

She must be a London girl, he noted, such brazenness could only mean that she must've lived a sheltered life, never having to put her guards up in fear of gangsters and certainly never having to do anything with filthy old Birmingham.  

No, all she had to do was look pretty and polite and pop open bottles of champagne, dancing the night away to the Foxtrot and Charleston. She didn’t have a clue who he was, didn’t have a clue what he did and certainly didn’t have a clue as to why he always kept a Webley MK VI in his gun strap. 

Tommy found it quite refreshing. He couldn’t remember the last time someone talked to him so incredibly audaciously, if it wasn’t to barrage him with threats to his life.  

“I believed I asked you first, Mister” came the reply from her tinted red lips, looking rather displeased that her question was met with another. 

“Well, a lady like you shouldn’t worry about adult matters.” he replied as he fished his pockets for the metal cigarette case. “Anyways, she's your sister-in-law you say?” he offered her a cigarette, a habit of his which he’d developed from constantly being surrounded by chain smokers. 

“She is, or she was.” she took him up on his offer, as he lit it up for her, “Ian was my brother. His passing was hard on all of us; for her more than anyone else. So, I come up here any chance I get to keep her company, but now I see that’s no longer needed of me.” she said as she eyed him from head to toe, sizing him up almost.  

“Don’t let me be a bone of contention now.” he replied, his couldn’t possibly add another trouble to his list, the Epsom and Major Campbell were already a handful, to say the very least.  

“Actually, it’s quite the opposite.” A hint of surprise glazed over his eyes as he looked at her delicate features. “I’m quite relieved she isn’t shutting herself up." she trailed off, "And you’re certainly not the worst pick for a suitor.” 

“Now don’t go sizing me up for a wedding suit, Miss.” he said taking another drag of his cigarette “May and I are just.... acquaintances. She’s training my horse for the Derby, this beauty over here, you see.” he motioned to the grey horse behind him. 

“Oh.” She looked at him with an abashed humour in her eyes. “Then you must pardon my poor choice of words. I’m sure you won’t take the silly musings of a girl to heart.”  

She flicked the cigarette bud to the ground, stomping it lightly with the heel of her dainty Mary Janes. 

“I’m Y/N. Y/N Vera Carleton.” she extended her hand to him, her lips adorned with the most dazzling smile he’d ever seen in his entire existence. He took her hands in his, their sizes differing starkly. “I’m Thomas. Thomas Shelby.” 

“Well then Mr. Shelby, now that the previous fiasco is behind us, I must be off. My friends will be waiting for me, I’m afraid. There's a new club in the city called the Babylon, you might’ve heard of it, they’ve invited this jazz band from the Colonies. My friends say it’s all the rage these days.” she explained to him. 

Thomas knew she was one of those girls. The ones that never had to worry about a thing in their lives, except for what they’d wear to a social dinner or what diamonds to pair with what dress and he knew that a part of him wished he could be as carefree as them. But life had other plans for him, a runaway father, a suicidal mother and a fucking war to top it all off. 

But now with the Shelby Company Ltd. and his copious side ventures, he hoped that one day, his children, if he ever found a woman that is, would have a life that mirrored that of the captivating girl in front of him.  

“All right then, Miss Carleton, you have a good night now.” he bid the girl farewell as he watched her leave the stables. Her dress swaying with every step she took, she looked very frail, he noted, but not the kind that you’d see in the streets of Watery Lane, more so the kind of frail that was in vogue amongst the ladies of London. 

As the night progressed, it became abundantly clear that May Fitz Carleton and Thomas Shelby weren’t just acquaintances, although, that should’ve been clear from the moment he accepted her proposal to stay the night in the manor, more like a fucking castle, he thought. 

As night fell, Thomas found himself striding to the doors of his gracious host's, she’d left it unlocked, of course. Neither were novice adolescents; they knew what they wanted, and they certainly weren’t abashed about it. Their business was completed rather quickly though, she seemed unable to fully open her heart out to the deed and he had a myriad of thoughts occupying his mind.  

Breakfast was a rather lovely affair. May chose not to bring up their late night discretions, for which he was rather thankful for. In fact, she seemed content with it being a passing liaison, finally someone that’s on the same page as him, he mused. 

The lavish spread of food in front of him was overwhelming and he resigned himself to an Earl Grey and a toast. It seemed it was just May that occupied the house, seeing as though they were the only two to grace the table. Their conversations were pleasant, ranging from their shared love for horses to the ones they would be up against at the Derby, when lo and behold, the doors to the room sprung open to reveal a particularly chirpy Y/N, what she would be so cheery for, this early in the morning, he didn’t know. 

“Morning, my dearest. Hope you had a lovely night.” The older of the two woman remarked as she kissed her cheeks. “I’ve told Louisa to prepare those Vienna rolls you so love. She should bring it out any minute.” she stated as the maids served the new occupant with a steaming cup of tea. 

“That would be lovely, God knows I’m terribly famished.” she strutted into the room, smelling of daisies as she walked past him and kissed her sister-in-law. “Morning to you, my dearest Mayflower.” 

She took the seat opposite to his, paying him no mind and absentmindedly blowing into her tea. “Y/N darling, this is Mr. Thomas Shelby, he’s my guest. I'm training his horse for Epsom. " She motioned to the gentleman. "Tommy, this is Y/N, she’s Ian’s sister and the youngest of the Carleton bunch.” 

 “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Shelby.” quipped the younger girl, pretending as though they were truly meeting for the first time. 

“The pleasure’s all mine.” Tommy went along with her play, opting not to reveal their meeting the previous day. 

“Madam, there’s a telephone for you. It's from Sir Ascot.” May was quickly ushered out of the room to attend to her business, leaving the unusual pair together. 

“So, are you going to keep staring or will you tell me what’s on your mind?” Y/N remarked as she forfeited the staring game they’d had going on.  

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.” the girl in front of him was intriguing for sure, and she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. Tommy didn’t know other women besides Ada and Polly that would speak so nonchalantly with him, and he found himself quite enjoying this refreshing exchange. 

“Well, you’ve basically been undressing me with your eyes, since yesterday. So, shall we do it in my room or yours?”  

This. Tommy wasn’t expecting. 

He'd expected a whole lot of other things but not this. 

The girl didn’t bat an eye as she said those words, simply sipping on her tea, as though they’d only exchanged pleasantries with each other. Tommy was about to respond when a maid brought a plate of Vienna rolls to the table and diligently served her young Miss. 

As soon as her departing figure left the room, Y/N’s eyes darted back up to his, sucking slowly on the gold cutlery as she did. She seemed to be waiting for his reply and Tommy wondered how she’d react if he told her 'No'. Surely, such a girl as lovely as her wouldn’t be used to hearing those words of refusal. All she’d have to do was bat her pretty lashes, pout her soft lips and no one would dare refuse such a divine creature.  

And Tommy was by no means a saint. A posh girl like her asking him to fuck her wasn’t something that happened on the daily. And again, Tommy might be a man with great restraint, but he was a man after all.  

He'd be lying if he said his pants hadn’t gotten the slightest bit tighter at the sight of her sucking and licking on the spoon, that when he was balls deep inside May the previous night, all he thought about was the girl in front of him. Even now, as she sat in front of him, in her lace dress, he could see the slightest imprint of her breasts against the fabric of the dress.  

Tommy took in a deep breath, setting the teacup back on the porcelain saucer, when finally, he muttered “You don’t know who I am, do you, little girl?” For if she did, she wouldn’t have uttered those words, much less, even sip her tea so peacefully in his presence. 

“Should I care?” she asked in mock concern, “All I know is that you’re a well dressed gentleman that’s got a nice deep voice.” Truly, that was all she looked for. If a man had a deep enough pocket and an ever deeper voice, she’d go weak in the knees, and she knew May wouldn’t associate herself with a man that didn’t have the former. 

“Y/N Carleton, you’re truly a work of art, eh?” he chuckled, genuinely in awe of her intrepidity. 

“Well, that amongst other things.” came her quick reply, flashing him a cheeky smile. 

“Do you think she’ll notice? If were both absent from the table, that is.” he asked in reference to May, she sure as hell wouldn’t appreciate his advances towards her sister-in-law. 

“Don’t you worry, Sir Ascot is a hard fellow to deal with, he’ll talk her ear off for hours.” she stated unconcerned as she took strode out of the room, glancing back at him. 

“In fact, forget about the bedroom, there's a storeroom over there that’s unfrequented. God knows your staring is making me wild as it is.” She turned and left the room, the gentle sway of her hips beckoning him to follow her. And follow he did.

Thomas fucking Shelby following after a girl, his brothers would’ve had a field day had they learnt of it. 

But he didn’t care. All he knew was that he wanted her.  

He wanted to fuck her till she screamed his name. 

He wanted to fuck her till she couldn’t walk. 

He wanted to fuck her till she was a crying mess. 

The storeroom was quite spacious, like most of the rooms of this manor. But he wasn’t here to admire this. No. He came here for her. As soon as the latch to the door was shut closed, their lips crashed together. 

Oh! He could have had her then and there, her lips were so incredibly soft and moulded with his so fucking perfectly. Her hands found themselves in his hair and she tugged lightly, making him crazy at her touch, while his hands kneaded her supple buttocks. She might’ve been slim, but she was certainly well endowed in just the right areas. 

She soon broke the kiss and quickly worked to unbutton her dress, looking at him as he did, and that smile. That fucking smile of hers. Thomas didn’t know anyone more lovely than her. 

She stripped down to her chemise, her garter bands visible underneath. He couldn’t control himself at the sight of her lovely frame. His hands soon brought the straps of her flimsy cover down, exposing her delicate brassiere which was also discarded on the floor. 

She looked glorious standing in front of him, in just her garter bands and stockings. He would fuck her with those on he decided. The sight of her thighs in those were making the tent in his pants so painfully obvious. 

She undid his suspenders, kneeling down as she pulled his trousers down, freeing his throbbing red cock from it’s tight restraints. She blushed a little at the obscene sight, sure she’d seen her fair share of cocks, but none as majestic as his. Tommy Shelby had drawn him to her because of his deep voice, but his huge cock, now that was a brilliant surprise. The London chaps she’d been with just couldn’t compare.  

She licked the precum that was dripping from his tip, making him shudder in anticipation and little by little she licked the length of his entire shaft, making sure to drag her tongue along every crevice. She held her cock in both hands, it’s sheer size making her marvel. As Tommy looked down, the sight below him was eliciting a dark reaction inside of him, her little dainty fingers wrapped around his manhood. God! She looked so very small. 

She sucked his cock, trying her best to take in as much as she could. She was diligent, for sure, doing her best to make him happy, taking small breaths, accommodating her throat for his dick and working her hands constantly along his shaft or his balls. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” he breathed out raspily. She was an angel.  

An angel sent just to fuck him. He didn’t know any woman or whore that was doing the things she was. But here she was, a little thing like her milking his cock like a good girl. 

He grabbed her hair, lightly bucking his hips inside of her mouth. She seemed to be suffocating almost, his big dick choking her. Almost. 

“Just like that baby, just like that.” 

Fuck! She was such a good girl, holding her cries till he released his load inside of her mouth. “Swallow.” he commanded. She was a glorious mess, doing as he commanded her.  

Her eyes were watery, and her mouth was thoroughly abused, but she still looked at him with devotion laced in her beautiful eyes. 

He lifted her off the ground and laid her on the table like surface. He spread her legs wide open with his hands and marveled at the sight. Her throbbing cunt, glistening in arousal looked so warm, so inviting. He kissed her on the lips once more and dove in to eat her out, but a small hand covered the entrance.  

“She might be done soon, so, please just fuck me.” she cried, so obviously starved for him. 

He wasted no time and rubbed her clit, making sure her entrance was slick enough, and she was, so incredibly wet for him. He lined his dick to the entrance of her pussy and thrusted lightly. Just the tip he moaned. Just the tip and she was already on the verge of tears. 

“Just breathe, love. Just breathe for me, eh?” he cooed in her ear as his hips thrusted in small motions to enter her tight cave, rubbing her clit as he did. And then with a final thrust he entered her pussy. 

God! She felt so good. Her tight walls caved around his cock, stimulating him in ways he didn’t think possible. His motions became faster as her cries became louder. 

“Tommy!” she moaned over and over again, seemingly unable to formulate any coherent sentences, her brain clogged with the intense pleasure of his cock ramming into her.  

“You fit me so well, Y/N. I’m never letting go of you or your tight fucking pussy after this.” he moaned in her ear. 

The constant slapping of skin and unbridled moans didn’t leave much to the imagination of the maids and butlers that might’ve overheard, but they didn’t care. All they knew was that they were nearing their release and it just felt so fucking good. 

“Tommy, I’m close.” she managed to stumble out the words. 

“Wait for me, love. You’re gonna cum when I tell you to.” he groaned as he fastened his pace, evidently nearing his release. 

And with a final thrust, he whispered in her ear and they let go. They were quite the pair to look at. Him, with his trousers on the floor, his hands gripping onto her waists and his eyes never leaving hers and she, with her damn naked body, her tear streaked cheeks and her smudged lipstick. 

Tommy gave her a sweet kiss to her forehead and wrapped his arms around her naked body as they remained in the warm embrace. Their heartbeats were gradually returning to usual, and their panted breathing became steadier. 

He retrieved a handkerchief from his pockets and delicately cleaned her sore entrance. The evidence of their lovemaking spilled lewdly on the floor; it was to be someone else’s problem, not theirs. He slipped the stained handkerchief into his pockets and helped her dress. She seemed incredibly satiated as she stared at him with sheer fondness in her eyes. 

Tommy knew that he couldn’t let go of her now. Not after this.  

She was his, even if she didn’t know it yet. 

“We best get going now, love.” he told her as he waited for her to gather herself together.  

“Wait, silly, you’ve got lipstick on your nose.” she giggled as she rubbed the scarlet red lipstick off for him, standing on the tip of her toes. 

She moved to open the door, but her steps felt awkward. He chuckled at her attempt to walk and offered his hand so she may lean on him. The walk back to the table was interesting, with her uncharacteristic gait and lipstick that seemed to have been smudged clean, and his hair that had been slightly disheveled and lips that held the faintest smile. 

Both looked nothing like they had a few moments prior. If the maids noticed the obvious change, they didn’t comment on it as they dutifully carried out their tasks, making the most possible effort to not offend the pair as they walked through the halls.  

May arrived a few minutes later rambling about how much she would’ve loved to cut the call halfway, had Sir Ascot not been an influential member of the Board. She had been so engrossed in her rant that perhaps, she didn’t notice the obvious change in the mood. 

She also didn’t notice the fact that Thomas Shelby’s eyes never once left her sister-in-law who insouciantly continued drinking her tea that was far too cold by now. 

“Well, May, my stay here has been lovely, but I best get going now.” he uttered at last, the business back at home didn’t wait for no one, especially not for him to fuck posh girls. 

“Indeed, I assume you must have your work cut out for you and oh! I forgot to tell you this morning that I’ve had your car stocked up with engine oil, so, it’ll be a smooth ride home.”  

“Thank you for that, May.” he put on his coat and thanked her for her gracious hosting. 

“Tommy.” she called out as he stepped into his vehicle. “Will I see you again?”  

“I’m sure we’ll cross paths again, Miss Carleton.”  

Miss not Mrs. because his eyes, as he spoke those words weren’t on the woman in front of him, but rather they were on the girl that stood at the doorway, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. 

Ah! That smile. 

The drive home was brisk, his mind occupied with the image of her and that darn smile. He may have been back in Birmingham, but he knew that apart of his mind had been left behind with a particularly charming girl in the Carleton Estate. 

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐲 - 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐱, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 & 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝/𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞…𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 & 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮! )

𝐩.𝐬: ( 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐭 ]

( we love him your honor )

Almost everyone knows quite well that when it comes to the many rivalries, the Manchester Derby tends to be quite hostile when it came to fans that were in attendance; passionate fans on both ends chanting with pure rage - either " MANCHESTER IS RED! " or you hear, " MANCHESTER IS BLUE! ", depending on which side you are from, for Y/N Y/LN; hailing from Madrid she understood the passion that both sides feel seeing as it was what she felt every time she sat down to watch, ElClásico being a longtime Real Madrid fan - aside from that, she'd also began cheering for her boyfriend's team; Manchester City.

You see, Y/N is dating none other than Rúben Dias, the club's centre-back.

Their relationship started off on a rather hilarious note, Y/N was in the stands attending the second leg of the Champions League which saw City defeat the reigning champions to advance to their second ever final - and being the daughter of a well known benefactor that had connections to several football clubs, she was invited to any and all sporting events, and during one of those events, she sat in the corner nursing a champagne glass, observing her surroundings when Rúben joined her at her table without so much of a word.

A bitter exchange lead to laughter and eventually leading to Rúben asking her out on a date.

Eight months into their relationship, Rúben invited her to come and see him play in the Manchester Derby, she had accepted the invite and just as he was about to ensure that she sat in his box, Y/N asked him not to - instead informing him that she'd be more than ok with sitting in the stands with fan, she watched as the concern flashed across Rúben's features, " Are you sure my love? " he asks, " Things can become quite violent in the stands "

" Rúbes, baby " Y/N groans, " do you think I can't handle myself? "

" I'm not saying you can't handle yourself ... meu amor " Rúben sighs, pulling her onto his lap, his palms lay flat across her thigh " I'm only concerned for your safety "

Y/N's heart soars, despite the public's perception of Rúben being a gruff and stiff man due to what they see on the pitch, she'd been fortunate enough to see the other side of him, the softer side that captured her heart almost instantly. " I'll be fine " she reassures him, silencing his doubts with a soft and tender kiss to his lips, " Let me be up close to support you with all the fans, ok "

" I'm still going to worry " Rúben said before a sigh escapes his lips, and he smiles. " Just .. " he trails off, " just be careful ok "

Y/N nods with a bright smile, " I will, I promise "

Rúben wraps his arms around her, peppering soft kisses to her cheek as he mutters, " If I see one person shoving you violently or causing any spec of harm, to hell with the match; my biggest priority is you "

" Aww " Y/N said, " I love you but we both know, that I am in competition with football, so let's not get carried away "

Rúben's chest rumbles with laughter, " I still love you regardless, so please be very careful "

Y/N rolls her eyes playfully, " I'll be close, and you'll have a good view so if anything happens, which it won't; you'll be the first to know "

Y/N sat close by, and during warm ups - Rúben would look at her every now and then causing her to giggle and mouth, focus at him, she shifts her focus to her phone, answering a few texts up until the match began.

The energy of the Derby obviously differed from the ElClásico yet it possessed the exact same passion with fans from each end shouting and chanting for their side to win, the first half was dominated by United who had scored a goal at around the 34th minute, ending the first half with a 1-0, much to City's dismay.

The second half however proved to be a brighter note for City, at the 47th minute Phil Foden was able to even out the scoresheet granting the less than gentle fans of City hope which was then restored at the 70th minute by a stunning header from Erling Haaland.

With the match ending at 2-1 for City's favor, Rúben instinctively looks over to where Y/N was sitting only for his heart to drop at the sight of fans piling up against one another and shoving each other much to his dismay, as his girlfriend was no where in sight; his concern had caught the attention of John who looks at him, " Rúben, mate. You alright? "

" Y/N, I can't see Y/N " Rúben murmurs.

John lays a hand on his shoulder, " Relax ok, she's probably with one of the girls " he tries to assure him, referring to the other wives and girlfriends.

Rúben barely listened as he continued looking around, feeling his heart drop at the many scenarios conjured inside of his mind, what if she's hurt?, he thinks, or worse, she's suffocated by the amount to people around.

Around thirty minutes later, a familiar head of hair appears in his vision and he was quick to run over to her, scooping her up in his arms, " Fuck, baby. I was worried sick "

Y/N smiles, " I'm fine, I ran into a few adorable fans and their parents who stopped me and asked about when I'll publish a brand new kids book " It should be worth noting, that while she was born into wealth, Y/N strived hard to build a name for herself and had become best known for her children's books.

" I'm just grateful nothing happened " Rúben sighs, pressing soft kisses across her face which garnered a unanimous aww causing both of them to look to their left and see a smiling John as well as Bernando, he shot them a glare in response.

" Rúben is not so big and tough when it comes to Y/N " John states jokingly.

" It's so cute, it makes me sick " Bernando laughs, " You two better hurry up and get married "

Y/N hides her face in Rúben's chest as he wraps a protective arm around her, " You two go away " he shoos them away then turns to her, " Let's head home, you're going to be punished for having me worried sick " he whispers with a teasingly warning tone.

The mere warning caused her to give him a doe eyed expression, " I promise I won't do it again "

" You bet that sweet ass, you won't " Rúben said, " You'll be sitting in that box from now on, no more scaring me like this "

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfiction #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias fic

[justsomekpopstuff]

seventeen as a baseball team - part 2

A/N: I have had so many thoughts recently, I just had to share!

part 1 | current masterlist | fic recs

team colors are white and serenity blue, and every now and again they get ones with rose quartz accents (its my au i'll do what I want)

their team mascot is something whimsical that has a cloud and diamond theme along with it

the whole team goes absolutely nuts the first time that center fielder!Dino gets voted into the All-Star Game

When they find out, they throw an absolute rager of a party in the locker room complete with champagne showers. When the All-Star game actually happens, instead of taking vacations, the entire team shows up to the game. All of them are wearing Dino's jersey, have their faces painted, and come equipped with horns and signs all cheering for him. It is the worlds most perfect Embarrassing Dad Cheering Section™️. Dino is bright red for the entire game because he can hear them from all the way across the stadium every time he takes the field.

third baseman!Wonwoo, on the other hand, despite being incredibly good, BEGS the fans to not vote him into the All-Star Game and Home Run Derby

He just really enjoys his time off...but alas, one year the fans absolutely do not listen, and he gets voted in with flying colors. He is, unfortunately, forced to go by catcher!Seungcheol. Despite not wanting to be there at all and tired all the time, Wonwoo ends up completely blowing the competition out of the water. In his final interview after winning the All-Star Game and receiving the MVP award, he begs the fans to never do it again.

the whole team holds a fun exhibition game every year during spring training where they all scrimmage against each other

The whole game gives major Savannah Bananas vibes, as well as that one kickball episode of GoSe. They have ridiculous rules like when the other team scores a point, the team on the field has to endure a "punishment" chosen by the fans. Inflatable costumes ARE used. Synchronized rehearsed dances are a must-have and they put their whole CHESTS into it. The fans love it and look forward to it every season.

right fielder!Joshua can always be seen playing catch in the outfield with some of the younger kid fans in the stands during warm-ups

He is very sweet with all of the younger fans, and has a reputation for always taking time to sign autographs and take silly selfies. He is, also, a chaos creator. He has absolutely stolen Red Vines from a child after making a catch that almost went into the stands.

starting pitcher!Woozi will deny it until his dying day, but he absolutely did cry the first time he threw a no-hitter

The whole team went absolutely nuts for him and stormed the field. Hoshi 1000% took pictures of Woozi crying. Woozi found out and threatened to absolutely kick Hoshi's ass if he ever showed those photos to another living soul. Hoshi listened.

first baseman!Mingyu has tripped running around second base more than anyone on the team...probably more than anyone in the league

There are multiple compilations each season of him tripping over second. He swears its an accident every time and that he does not trip over the base intentionally. The team places bets at the start of the official season for how many times he does it during the regular season. Winner gets all the cash pool and first pick of dugout snacks next season.

closing pitcher!Jeonghan has always been secretive about the reason why he wanted to become a closing pitcher

He will always say he wanted to be a closing pitcher because he loves the idea of being able to hold down the lead for the team, or give them opportunities to win. Jeonghan will swear that he likes being relied on and is good under pressure (which, to his credit, is technically true). However, the actual real reason he wanted to be a closing pitcher is so he wouldn’t have to run as much.

despite being injured, catcher!Seungcheol still attends every home game

He is usually sitting in the same place in the dugout, close to where the manager usually stands. Seungcheol, despite not being the manager, is absolutely yelling directions from his crutches in the dugout. The team will often listen to him better than their actual manager. The whole team is taking bets on whether or not Seungcheol will become a coach when he retires.

#seventeen #svt #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #my musings #seventeen headcanons #seventeen drabbles #svt headcanons #svt drabbles #seungcheol #jeonghan #joshua hong #shua #jun #junhui #hoshi #soonyoung #wonwoo #woozi #jihoon #dk #seokmin #dokyeom #mingyu #minghao #the8 #seungkwan #vernon #hansol #dino

[roe-and-memory]

Cal headcanons maybe??? :3333

ANON, WE’RE BEST FRIENDS NOW. THANK YOU

cal is my boy, my son, my shining star, my silly, and many more.. allow us to fucking ruin his life (the favourite character treatment, if you will)

i hope u enjoy these 💥🔥

- hes deaf! this is my favourite hc ever i came up with it myself. hes Deaf and uses hearing aids - this was caused by the crash his parents died in (as he was in the vehicle with them if it wasnt obvious)

- he was 13 when his parents died

- he grew up watching his uncle race. he was a STAPLE in the dinoco pit box and when he was 11 or 12 he was strips crew chief for a race (strip won it too)

- strip taught him how to drive in one of the fields at their house - he mowed a track around it with a tractor, made cal get in the drivers seat, and told him to just Drive. (he was taught using Lynda’s old derby car because as strip expected, the very traumatized 14 year old he put behind the wheel DID in fact crash into the corn stalks and strip had to chase after him and pull him out of the car)

- he is probably the most careful driver you will ever meet. its the trauma, dare i say, but the probability of him crashing is much less than the Other Two. bobby and lightning poke fun at him for being so careful behind the wheel because “he doesnt have fun”, and whenever he gets serious behind the wheel they both giggle and quietly make fun of him (its like when you turn on the light in the car and your dad yells at you, white knuckling the steering wheel staring straight ahead and u dont understand why its so serious)

- cal’s the oldest of the three as well, hes a little less than a year older than lightning, so they’d both be the same age for like a 4 month period, bobby is the youngest and gets relentlessly bullied for it.

- i dont think cal ever learnt extensive sign language after the accident. his aunt and uncle didnt know it, and they were cautious of the situation so they found ways to communicate that they could all understand - he only learnt it after meeting red, because he was curious, and it wasn’t that hard.. plus it was a bonus that he could say things to lmq and bobby that they didn’t understand

- hes the only member of the trio with a consistent brain cell. hes the Reason, but hes also silly as hell which puts him barely a brain cell level higher than his friends

- he doesnt trust other people driving him places, he will ALWAYS volunteer to drive

- cal has a lot of his old, early racing days/pre-racing days memories on one of those old, handheld film cameras. he records a lot of stuff on it when theyre all running around the infield being silly

- his silly ass is so socially awkward its AWFUL. hes great in front of cameras but as soon as someone normal asks him a question or starts a conversation hes like. erm. Um. sure? (it was not a yes or no question)

- adhd

- hearing issues also comes with auditory processing issues, he’ll ask someone to repeat themselves and then realize halfway through their repetition what they said and be like OH YEAH TOTALLY!

- after the accident he went through a phase of being Terrified that strip and lynda were trying to replace his parents. he acted out, he hated every minute of their care and affection for a while, and finally he couldnt handle Not telling them why he was acting the way he was. they were both forgiving of course, they told him they understood he was scared and this was all New and they would NEVER try to replace his parents. that Helped.

- cal is short for calamari, full name calamari weather's (roe)

- hes blonde! he and strip are both blonde - and people HAVE mistaken strip for his dad instead of his uncle, but in reality cal just looks a Lot like his mother (who was strips sister)

- adding onto above: cal being upset makes strip think of his Sister and it fucking tears him apart every time. that kid looks so much like his mother its awful.

- when he was finally old enough to drink, he won the race, got to hold the champagne bottle and pop it open but it was so horribly hot outside that he fainted while on top of the car in victory lane, fell off, shattered the champagne bottle and smelt like berries for almost a week because it WOULDNT GET OUT OF HIS HAIR. he scraped up his elbows and tore the back of his t-shirt but there was nothing worse than smelling like alcohol for six days.

- he has a baby face and its his worst enemy.

- when he was a kid and a teenager he was obsessed with picking up small animals he found in the forest behind strip and lyndas house, and hes GOOD AT IT TOO. he once brought in a whole opossum into the house shortly after the accident, totally out of it on pain medications, and told his aunt and uncle that he wanted to keep this cat he saved from the garbage can down the side of the house. they were more shocked he got outside? how did he even..?

- he also picked up a habit of eating random berries he found in the woods? hes regretted it on multiple occasions and lynda has continuously told him to stop, but what made him really stop was accidentally grabbing blueberries that just so happened to be surrounded by poison ivy. he had it up and down his arms and all over his hands for three weeks.

- boy loves bugs, every bug ever he could identify and pick up with no issue whatsoever

- he had a marine biology phase and still LOVES the aquarium

- escape artist essentially

THIS IS SO MANY thats enough for now.. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED i love him so much. i hope none of this comes off as me woobifying him because i will lose my mind 💀

#cars 2006 #lightning mcqueen #cars fandom #cars 3 (2017) #cars headcanons #memory’s headcanons #cars writing #cal weathers #bobby swift #red (cars) #this was so much fun to write #thank u anon for being cool and awesome and amazing #i loveee talking about cal i need to write a cal fic soon

[alj4890]

Can't Take My Eyes Off of You

(Maxwell Beaumont x Olivia Nevrakis) in a Choices The Royal Romance Crackship AU

Masterlist

A/N Sorry this took so long. I'm the girl who gets the flu each year in the dead of summer, instead of the winter like a normal person 🤦🏻‍♀️ Anyway, on to more enjoyable things! The Court is at Lythikos. After replaying TRR, I forgot how the things Maxwell says and his reactions could be interpreted into him actually liking Olivia in the two Lythikos chapters. Naturally, for this storyline, I ran hard with it 😂 This chapter focuses on that first day there.

Chapter 2

The Royal Palace, the Duke of Ramsford's chambers...

"Maxwell?" Bertrand snapped. "Are you paying attention?"

Maxwell remained silent as he stared out the window. His thoughts were focused on a wild variety of revelations. After the previous day's time observing Liam and Riley play croquet and then last night's sneaking out for cronuts, he could see that Liam had a definite favorite amongst his many suitors.

It continued to give him hope, not just for himself, but also for Liam. He'd never seen the prince react the way he was with any of the ladies they'd grown up with. Maxwell could tell that Riley seemed just as crazy about him. If things continued to move along like he thought, he would be lifting a glass of champagne with the rest of the nobles in honor of their engagement in a few months.

The rest of Maxwell's thoughts, as usual, were filled with Olivia.

The conversation he had with her outside her room the night of the Masquerade Ball revealed that she preferred it when he acted like himself. He couldn't help but be pleased to hear that. Perhaps his idea to be more casual and aloof was going to pay off in the end.

It has to, he argued with himself. This has to make her finally see me.

He also couldn't help but notice her looking at him curiously the day before at the derby. When he didn't go up to her to even say hello, her eyes narrowed. Usually, he'd have remained by her side, making outrageous bets in the hopes of seeing her smile. It'd been hard to merely nod her way then turn his back on her. He wondered what she was thinking at that moment.

He'd then done the same at the Queen's tea later on. Olivia's frown followed him over to where Riley was sitting after the croquet match. He hadn't even bothered to look for her, at least not obviously. He'd instead watched her from the corner of his eye.

If his actions kept him on her mind in trying to figure out this new version of himself, then it would all be worth going against his very nature.

His worry now was how to behave at Lythikos.

Should I change it up or--

"MAXWELL!"

He jumped, turning quickly towards his brother.

"Sorry!" He automatically replied. "I um, well..."

Bertrand groaned.

"Maxwell, I have to return to Ramsford." He began again.

"Why?" Maxwell asked.

"Why?! I just went into a detailed explanation on why I'm not journeying to Lythikos with you and Lady Riley!"

"Oh." Maxwell said a touch sheepishly. "Right. Sorry."

Bertrand sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Can I trust you to make certain Lady Riley behaves herself appropriately at Lythikos?"

"Of course you can!" Maxwell replied, slapping a reassuring hand upon his brother's shoulder. "You know I'll make sure she has a great time snow skiing and all."

"That's not what I'm worried about!" Bertrand grumbled. "I'm worried about her bringing attention, the wrong kind of attention, upon our House!"

He narrowed his eyes at Maxwell.

"Don't think I've forgotten what I'd hoped was a joke of yours about finding an indecent woman to represent us."

"Come on, Bertrand." Maxwell folded his arms. "You've seen for yourself that Riley has been a perfect lady since she arrived."

"She does appear to be all you've promised." Bertrand said. "I suppose I have little choice now."

"You can't send her home, even if you wanted to." Maxwell pointed out. "Liam is crazy about her. Now, the public wants to see more of her with him."

"True."

Maxwell held his right hand up while placing his left over his heart. "On my honor as a Beaumont, I swear only the best of both me and Riley will be shown at Lythikos."

"I can't very well argue against that type of reassurance." Bertrand's lips curved into a slight grin.

"You and I made sure no one could ever doubt the word of a Beaumont." Maxwell added, grinning even more.

"That we did." Bertrand patted Maxwell's back. "Let's go awaken our chosen lady and give her the details about this next event."

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Lythikos...

Olivia watched from a window in her library as Maxwell's limo pulled into the drive. She knew she should already be outside to greet them, but she wanted just a few more seconds behind the curtains to see how Maxwell acted with Riley.

She didn't know why her curiosity was notched to an eleven over his odd behavior, but she was determined to see if Liam's new suitor was possibly stringing both men along.

Her eyes narrowed even more so to see Drake and Hana getting out of the same limo.

Well that's odd, she thought.

She ducked down when Maxwell glanced over towards her way. Cursing herself for that ridiculous reaction, she crawled out of view and hurried to greet them.

"Welcome to Lythikos." She announced from the front steps. "I hope you will take advantage of all the beauty my duchy has to offer."

Before anyone could properly respond, she waved towards her butler standing at the ready. "Harris will show you to your rooms. Please let him know of any needs you might have."

Olivia cast her typical smirk and took off towards a frozen pond that already had a gathering of nobles.

"Join us when you're ready." She added.

She glanced back to see Maxwell help Riley with her luggage. A slight frown formed on her lips when she noticed the two laughing over some joke.

Her temper simmered as she faced forward. No matter how distracting Maxwell was at this moment, she was determined to focus all her attention on Liam. After all, the prince was the whole point of this social season.

I despise the mystery that is Maxwell Beaumont. He can act weird all he wants with that barely attractive American. If he wants her, then he can have her. See if I care.

***************

"C'mon Riley!" Maxwell urged. "We need to get down to the pond."

"Okay, okay." Riley struggled with a sweater she was pulling on. "Geez, Max. It isn't like the ice will melt before we get there."

"I know." He mumbled. "I see that Liam is already out there."

"He is?" She hurried over to the window. "Looks like most of his suitors are out there too."

"Yeah." Maxwell's brow furrowed the longer he watched the group skate.

Riley gently placed her hand on his shoulder. "You okay?"

"Hmm? Oh. Yeah! I'm great!" Maxwell held her coat up for her. "I'm only anxious to get our future queen out there for some fun!"

Riley laughed as she slipped her arms in the sleeves. "I'd love some fun."

"Then you shall have all the wintery fun you could possibly want!" He slung his arm along her shoulders. "On the suitor front though, you'll have to work hard to catch Liam alone here."

"I figured." She gestured about the mansion. "It's what happens when you have a home field advantage."

"Yep." His smile dimmed. "Olivia isn't going to waste this opportunity to win Liam."

"Max?" Riley stopped him once they were outside. "Do you think this is right?"

"What?"

"Me trying so hard to win Liam?" She turned towards the pond, eyes narrowing in thought. "I mean, if he wants someone like Olivia or Hana or anyone else out there; should I be breaking that up?"

"But he doesn't!" Maxwell exclaimed. "He has to humor them because that's who Liam is. He's too polite and thoughtful to tell them he's already made his choice, i.e. you."

Riley shook her head, a smile forming. "You really believe strongly in your candidate."

He smiled once more as they walked to the pond. "I can't help it that the Beaumont's are backing the right lady."

He took her hand and squeezed it.

"Liam really is crazy about you." He whispered.

"You think so?" She asked.

"Not only do I know, I'll prove it." Maxwell helped her lace up her skates before he did his own.

The pair stepped out on the ice.

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That was a close one.

Maxwell ran his hands over his face as he thought back to his rash action on the ice. He tried to excuse his impulsive behavior as a means of helping Liam and Riley find a moment alone together, but he knew the truth.

I didn't want Olivia with him.

He stared into the flames of the crackling fire. What had he been thinking? Yelling out for Olivia to watch him spin. He'd nearly blown the whole cool, aloof noble persona he was cultivating by acting like he was twelve years old again, trying to get her to notice him.

Thank God for Penelope.

If she hadn't clapped and begged him to teach her how to spin like a professional figure skater, he might still be acting out in front of Olivia. Penelope's attention gave him a chance to once again ignore the one he wanted most. Olivia's frown formed the moment he turned away from her. Her perplexed expression when she rejoined Liam and Riley helped him keep as far away from her as he could.

When everyone decided to go snow skiing, he knew he couldn't join them. He'd probably break his neck in trying to impress Olivia. So, while his friends headed towards the ski lift, he escaped back into the manor.

Unable to sit still and dwell on how badly he could screw this up, he pushed himself off the couch and looked about. He needed something to distract him from his worries. His attention landed on a pair of crossed swords over the mantle.

I'll go check out Olivia's armory, he decided. That'll take my mind off things.

He lost track of time as he toured the impressive display of weapons and torture devices the Nevrakis had been fond of for centuries. As he got near a wall covered with war hammers and flails, he heard voices coming from a nearby vent. There was one in particular he recognized.

That's Olivia!

He leaned closer to hear what she was saying.

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Olivia's Ballroom...

"Harris?" Olivia called out. "Were you able to find the items I asked about earlier?"

"I was, your grace." Her butler answered. "I took the liberty of placing them in Lord Beaumont's chambers as you requested."

"Good." She eyed her ballroom and the work done to have it ready for the next evening's special event.

So far, it was exactly as she pictured it. Her lips curved as she imagined dancing with Liam. Her ballroom always sparked romance with the soft lights of the chandeliers combined with the wide expanse of windows showcasing the wintery beauty of Lythikos. Once everyone saw her in Liam's arms against that perfect backdrop, there would be no doubt that she was meant for him.

The other ladies will be forced to give up, she thought with glee. My history with Liam alone puts me in the top spot. Add in everything else I possess and it will be proven to be a lost cause for those poor, pitiful suitors.

"Your grace?" Harris cleared his throat once more to get her attention.

"Hmm?" Olivia refocused.

"Is there anything else I should put in Lord Beaumont's room?"

"Not at the moment." She checked the time. "Everyone should be returning shortly. Have the footmen prepare the refreshments in the main drawing room."

Harris bowed on his way to do as she commanded.

Olivia left and began to mentally prepare to steal Liam away from everyone. Along the way, she noticed Maxwell running down a hall towards her right.

She almost called out, then stopped herself. She still wasn't certain what was going on with him. The one thing she did know was that she was tired of how often this mystery that was the new Maxwell Beaumont was getting on her nerves. She detested anything she couldn't figure out quickly.

Her hope was simply this: that the old Maxwell would return once he saw the surprise in his room. When that happened, she'd interrogate him over who made him change.

She still suspected it was Riley. He was perfectly normal before she stuck her big nose in Cordonian affairs. Now this woman was trying to befriend everyone. Olivia wasn't buying her sweet, butter wouldn't melt in her mouth act. Everyone had ulterior motives for doing what they did.

She would find out the American's and then make her regret ever coming to Cordonia.

*****************

Maxwell took the main stairs two at a time. He nearly tripped twice as he made a mad dash for his chambers.

I gotta know what she had put in my room!

His door bounced against the wall once he burst inside. Breathless, he quickly scanned the guest room for anything out of the ordinary.

Is it a cool weapon? Maybe a letter finally telling me she's been crushing on me too?!

He shook his head

No. It wouldn't be that.

He noticed a silver covered tray sitting on an end table near a wingback chair.

He lifted the lid and gasped.

"SHE GOT ME CHEETAH CAKES!"

Maxwell slapped his hand over his mouth for that outburst. He rushed to his open door and peeped out to make sure the hallway was empty. He blew out a relieved breath to see that no one heard his undignified excitement over a sugary treat. He hadn't reacted like that since he was eight years old and first tried the perfection that was simply Cheetah Cakes.

He couldn't believe she remembered something so insignificant like his favorite snack cake.

But why did Olivia go to the trouble to find these for me? Does this mean she like likes me? Or am I just wishful thinking again?

He didn't know. He only knew that this made the trip here that much sweeter, literally and figuratively.

"I'll see you in a few hours." He said to his cakes. "Together, we'll celebrate the awesome duchess who sent you to me."

Feeling a lot happier than he had mere minutes ago, he went downstairs to wait on Riley.

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The Main Drawing Room...

Olivia eyed Maxwell from across the room.

He's doing it again!

Maxwell was sitting next to Riley, grinning that dimpled grin of his and listening.

Since when did he ever just listen? He's always got some story or joke or anything that makes him the center of attention! Why is Riley able to be at the center? Why is he not mingling with everyone else? He hasn't even come to me like he normally does to brag about his skiing or whatever he did when he disappeared earlier.

And what in the hell is Drake and Hana doing hanging out with her??? I get why Liam has to be nice to her. That's just how he would be with anyone. But Drake?! There is nothing more unnatural on this earth than Drake Walker going out of his way to be nice! Come on! And is Hana that stupid to think Riley is a friend? She's in competition with you, you idiot! You can trust no one here.

Maxwell, can't you see it's all an act? As soon as she loses to me, Riley will reveal her true self. Then you'll be hurt because she isn't as sweet as you think she is. Are you falling for her? Is she actually playing both you and Liam?

Olivia couldn't take another second of their happy little group.

"Is everyone enjoying all I've provided?" She asked.

The group stilled. Drake and Hana eyed her warily. Riley nodded while Maxwell spoke.

"I've always enjoyed my time with you, Olivia." He said in a soft, unassuming tone.

Olivia blinked over that. She wasn't certain how to take that statement. Normally she'd chalk it up to his crush on her. But that damn tone! How was she supposed to interpret that now?!

She did not like him pushing her off balance like this. Searching for anything to make her world seem normal again, she zeroed in on the half eaten eclair on Hana's plate.

"Drake, did you notice the treats I had the staff set out?" Olivia smiled at him.

She knew he wouldn't like where she was going with this. A little verbal sparring with some carefully executed jabs would be just what she needed to recover from Maxwell's mysterious ways.

"What about it?" Drake asked.

"I remember how Savannah loved eclairs. She plowed through them as if they were the last on earth." Olivia laughed. "I guess we should all be grateful she isn't here or else no one would have a chance at the buffet."

"Don't," he hissed, "talk about my sister."

Drake glanced at his watch and stormed out.

"Wait Drake!" Olivia shouted with a giggle. "I'm not done--"

"Shut your damn mouth!" Riley snapped.

Olivia whirled back towards her. "Well, well. Look who has a soft spot for Cordonia's most popular commoner."

"Leave him alone." Riley commanded, getting to her feet.

Olivia's smirk faltered when she noticed the sad, disappointed look in Maxwell's eyes. A slight pinprick of guilt washed over her.

"As fun as that was," Olivia straightened her shoulders, "I should be on my way. I promised Liam a personal tour of my duchy."

She left the small group, doing her best to avoid Maxwell's unwavering gaze.

#choices trr #the royal romance #maxwell beaumont x olivia nevrakis #trr maxwell #trr olivia #can't take my eyes off you #maxwell x olivia #choices crackship #choices the stories you play #choices fic writers creations

[thebathatter]

Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: This might just be the most interesting boring party Tommy Shelby has ever been to.

Authors Note: This was written for @notyour-valentine 1k Follower celebration using the prompt "An inappropriate giggle" which is so cute! I hope I managed to do this prompt justice. I went a little to hard so I hope its not too long. This is like my second fic ever but I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope y'all like it! Sorry in advance for any mistakes you encounter bc no beta. Anywhoo Once again Congratulations on such a huge milestone! Enjoy!

p.s I named her Lucy bc I had "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" on repeat lol

A Funny Girl

Thomas Micheal Shelby was a man of many talents, he was rather good with words, a natural leader, and a savvy businessman, seemingly all one needed to successfully run a company and intermingle with England's high society. Oh, how wrong he was, for all his many talents Tommy Shelby has yet to master the deplorable art of small talk.

Attending parties has suddenly become an integral part of his job. Charity parties, dinner parties, company parties, derby parties, the whole lot of them all the same high and mighty lords and those cowards from the cavalry and decorated upper-class ladies talking about everything and nothing. Granted they would once in a while say something with some merit but the instances were few and far in between, and it certainly was not worth the side glances he would get from the men or the overwhelming sound of the ladies giggling and not so subtly commenting on his bachelor status.

“I certainly think that is a cause worth supporting, don't you think so Mr.Shelby?” a high-pitched voice shook him from his thoughts. Shit! What is this woman's name Lady Beabroke? What were they talking about? Better to just go on with it

“Of course, noble indeed. Where would I need to inquire about donating?” he asks politely hoping his voice does not sound as dazed as he felt.

“Why I believe Lord Walker’s secretary handles all their donations isn't that right sir?” Lady Beabroke continues addressing the well-dressed plump man standing across from them.

“Ah yes, my niece! I am afraid she is late again as I have not seen her but once she makes an appearance I will make sure to point her out to you Mr.Shelby we are very grateful for any contribution, children are the future after all.” Lord Walker says a deep chuckle all proud and smiling way too much for someone as serious as a Lord. If Tommy still believed in Father Christmas he might have mistaken Lord Walker for him.

Tommy politely excuses himself for a moment to walk towards a waiter holding a tray with champagne glasses hoping the alcohol would hold him over until dinner, he doesn't make it 3 feet before he is ambushed by pearls and giggles.

“Oh, Mr.Shelby I am so glad you were able to make it tonight” says Lady Owen the organizer of the event, her husband is a betting man, and never seems to have any luck with the horses. 

“Yes Mr. Shelby you’re a delight indeed” Lady Madison continues in an overly sweet voice almost making him cringe “ Why you should've brought your darling brothers! I would love to meet them, rumor has it they're as handsome as you!” Both women break into delicate practiced laughter. 

“You lovely ladies are too kind,” he says, giving them a side smile. It must have the right effect as both women seem charmed enough.

A loud laugh interrupts whatever intelligent conversation the women were about to regale him with next, which causes them all three to turn towards the entrance of the grand hall.

“ I am fine, it's just a little water sir! I needed a shower anyways ” a female voice says just as a young woman in a green dress walks into the hall with a waiter holding a small hand towel up to her which she gratefully takes. She is more or less dry, her exposed arms are littered with droplets and he notices her trendy bobbed hair is slightly damp as she rubs the towel up and down both of her arms, the whole time smiling and giggling at herself.

“Ah that must be Lord Walker's niece,” Lady Madison says “Heard she is quite a… funny girl, she comes from America you see”

“Uncle!” she excitedly yells once she spots him among the crowd attracting everyone's attention “Oops excuse me that was loud! As you were everyone” she continues walking to her equally smiley Uncle who embraces her in a bear hug before looking her over and laughing once again both seemingly finding it hilarious that she showed up to this high-class party in such a state.

“Americans never change, do they? So loud! Also, look at her dress, it almost hits her knees how indecent!” said Lady Owens judgemental voice quipped sounding incredibly scandalized “Oh my she’s coming this way”

Indeed she was. The young woman was merrily making her way toward them this time with a small folder in her hand. 

“Good evening! You must be Mr. Shelby, my Uncle has told me a good deal about you” she said offering her hand for him to shake. He was at a loss for a second as he’d often heard ladies don't shake hands but recovered quickly and extended his own gently shaking her smaller hand. Her skin was soft yet not without a certain roughness to it, definitely not an idle lady that sits all day for tea and gossip and her grip was firm and full of confidence, she's done this before then. She made eye contact with him the whole time offering a sweet smile, her gaze was soft and relaxed. He was not used to not seeing people with their guard up and this girl was an open book, it almost startled him to see someone bare it all without a care in the world.

“Thank you so much for inviting us Lady Owens, it's a lovely party” she turned to the hostess politely. 

“I was beginning to think you would not show up Ms.Walker '' Lady Owens replied tensely, pointedly ignoring Ms. Walker's gratitude “A little more and you would've missed dinner. Would you like to use the upstairs to freshen up?” Ah, there it was the unique passive aggressiveness of the upper class.”

“I am truly sorry for my lateness it's too easy to get turned around in a city like yours and don’t worry about me Lady Owens I’m sure it's not the first time your guests have seen wet hair with this dreary weather you have here in London,” she says with a polite smile Good save Tommy thinks she was not rude but she did not take it on the chin either. Ms.Walker turned back to him and took a breath to start speaking when she was rudely interrupted by Lady Owens 

“As I was saying Mr.Shelby your eyes are truly magnificent isn't that right Lady Madison” 

“Why I do believe they the bluest I have ever seen”

“That is very kind of you, My Lady” Tommy replied, wondering if he was starting to feel embarrassed.

“See Mr.Shelby I have a daughter, she’s a bit younger than you but she's a pretty thing, very good background and very obedient” Lady Owens continued 

“All of this is terribly interesting Lady Owens but in order not to waste more time,” Ms.Walker started “Mr.Shelby my uncle has instructed me to give you more information regarding our foundation it can all be found in these documents along with our office address here in London I would love to take you on a tour of our facilities so you can make an informed decision on whether or not you decide to partner with us”  

He admired the way she politely took over the conversation and enjoyed Lady Owen's baffled look at being so suddenly stopped mid-conversation handing him the folder she turned to the ladies and said “Well ladies I won’t take any more of your time you can get back to your obedient daughter and Mr.Shelby's dreamy blue eyes” she looked at him and winked  teasingly before gracefully walking back to her uncle.

“Well she is certainly forward, isn't she? Modern women, no wonder they can't find suitable husbands I heard they call them charity girls” Lady Owens said scornfully

“Charity girls?” Lady Madison asked suddenly very intrigued at the chance to hear some new gossip 

“Oh, I can barely make myself repeat it,” Lady Owens said, putting her jeweled hand to her chest seemingly steading herself “You know working girls Mary? Well a charity girl does what working girls do without charge”

Lady Madison gasped and held her hand to her chest “Oh my”

Both had seemingly forgotten Tommy was standing there with them utterly bored of their little exchange. He turned to see Ms. Walker standing next to her uncle talking to Lord Madison who seemed to be charmed by her, both exchanged a couple of laughs before Madison nodded and he shook hands with her Uncle presumably making a deal. Working girl or not, she is good at her job.

Once dinner was served Thomas found himself sitting next to Ms.Walker and after a toast to the king they started to eat, chatter filling the large hall.

“So did she get the date?

“Excuse me,” Tommy said as he turned to look directly at her 

“Lady Owen’s obedient daughter. Did she land a date with your magnificent blue eyes Mr.Shelby ?” The last sentence was said in a fake London accent, gaudy and posh imitating Lady Madison. Tommy did not know how to react. No one in these events ever spoke to him so casually or in such a direct manner before.

“No” he finally replied 

“Shame” she responded “you know when she first started talking I thought she was trying to sell you a dog”

That made Thomas almost choke on his champagne. She just says whatever comes to mind eh? he thought.

“I mean good background and very obedient. I was thinking about a greyhound or something. Guess not, just her human daughter” she turned and smirked this time her eyes were mischievous. It reminded him of the look Finn gave them when he would think no one knew he was smoking cigarettes in the garden.

“But hey I am a modern woman, I drink, I smoke, I dance the Charleston, no chance of finding a husband with pretty blue eyes for me” 

“You heard that” his brows furrowed. For some reason, he felt a tinge in his chest at the thought of her taking what those old hags said about her seriously.

“Oh they never say anything you are not meant to hear at these parties” she replied calmly smiling back at him “It only serves as a reminder that my life is more fun than hers”

He had never really thought about it like that. Money always meant freedom and power but fun? No, fun had never really crossed his mind.

“It almost makes me feel bad for Lady Owens” she continues 

“Why is that?” Tommy started now engaged in the most entertaining conversation of the night.

“Even though she is a literal charity girl I doubt she’s had a good lay in a while”  

Thomas' couldn't help but snort before his face fell “I am sorry you had to hear that. It's none of their business”

“Don’t trouble yourself about it Mr.Shelby it's not like you said it” She said calmly “Not the first time and not the last time someone will call me that I can assure you, the upper class is an uptight bunch but seeing them scandalized is always very entertaining”

“You got that right, love” he replies going back to his food “Call me Tommy” 

“I’m Lucy,” she says and he turns around to find her already looking at him. She smiles sweetly and he finds himself returning it. Her cheeks blush a little, must be the champagne.

“A toast to my lovely wife” Lord Owen's booming voice is heard from the head of the table “Who organized this lovely evening and whose big heart encourages us to give to those most in need” 

Everyone raised their glass before Lord Owens continued “And of course, we must include my wife’s fellow charity girls who are always willing to help her spread joy and kindness.”

Lucy turned to look at him immediately they managed to hold it together for a second before they dissolved into laughter. Lord Owens was significantly confused and his wife was going red in the face either in anger for their inappropriate reaction or her husband's seemingly innocent comment having a double meaning he was ignorant to.

Quickly composing herself Lucy spoke first “I deeply apologize, Lord Owens. Mr. Shelby is more charming than I gave him credit for” she motioned to him placing her hand on his arm gently ignoring the scandalized and judgemental stares from the ladies sitting across from them.

Lord Owens most definitely already under the calm fog of alcohol simply smiled “No apology needed Ms.Wilson. We were young once too”

Once dinner was through the guests started to slowly dissipate as their cars were brought towards the front. 

“Well Tommy I thank you for a truly entertaining dinner” Lucy spoke as they both waited for their cars away from the rest of the guests 

“You should be thanking Lord Owens and his charity girls” Tommy replied while lighting a cigarette feeling rejuvenated as he inhaled the smoke tasting the tobacco. His reply coaxed another pretty laugh from her, shoulders shaking with mirth. He stared at her lips, the rouge that  lay on top of them almost gonet but they seemed soft and that cheerful smile that decorated her soft features creating a very alluring picture.

“Tommy?” she called. Shit, she caught me, he thought. Her mischievous eyes were back and seemingly hypnotized him as he barely registered her movements as she took the cigarette from his mouth and brought it to hers gently inhaling as she looked directly at him. She exhaled and then moved to put his cigarette back in his still-open mouth. Lucy then proceeded to caress the side of his face before bringing him down to her height to gently kiss his cheek. 

Tommy looked deeply into her eyes when she pulled back still holding his face. “What was that for eh?”

“Charity,” she said teasingly before caressing his face. She started making her way to the front when he grabbed her hand. “See you around?” he asked, suddenly nervous, not sure why. Lucy squeezes his hand before saying “Not if I see you first” giving him one last wink before joining her uncle. 

Tommy takes his cigarette from his lips and catches a glimpse of a slight lipstick stain around it where his lips had just been. He lets out a slight chuckle as he looks at the starry night sky. 

A funny girl indeed. 

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concept along the lines of ur at the kentucky derby maybe as someone’s plus one and end up in jacks vip area and drake and jack are both interested in you, flirting with u, competing over u basically the whole night. ends with u and jack maybe some smut😌😌

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“I can’t believe you got us in here.” You whispered into your friend’s ear as the rope was lifted for you both to step into the area. Her giggles were her only answer as she took two glasses of champagne from the greeting waiter. She gave you one whilst her eyes wandered the room and you had to roll your own ones. She was always on the prowl, it seemed. Not that you were any different but just a bit more subtle and shy about it as you sipped on your drink and moved to watch the races below. Your long locks cascaded down your back as the tight fit white dress clung to you. The hat was annoying you but it was part of the look, and you weren’t about to ruin such an aesthetic. 

“Hello.” You heard a deep voice from the side of you and nearly jumped after losing yourself as you watched the event. Your eyes widened slightly at the Drake talking to little old you. “Hi..it’s nice to meet you.” You softly babbled; blushing and hoping you hadn’t tripped over your words. “Nice to meet you too.” He not so subtly looked you up and down and had your body nearly humming at the attention.You began to chew on your bottom lip as he moved closer as if to look out through the glass; your body nearly melting when another voice interrupted you. “Drake, I think your manager wants you.” Jack gently interrupted the moment. He’d had eyes on you since you first wandered in and was going to take any chance to separate you from Drake.

Drake nodded and took your hand in his before bringing it up to kiss; your blushing returned with vengeance as you waved goodbye. You were expecting Jack to leave, surely you wouldn’t be that important to him but he stayed and shot you a bright smile. “I’m Jack.” He introduced himself as if he really needed to but you shook his hand anyway; trying to treat him normally as your eyes lit up. “Y/N…it’s nice to meet you.” You began to babble; slightly more nervous that you were with Drake if that was even possible. You could lose yourself in those blues if you stared too long so you moved to look away; his height was enough to make you more hot and bothered. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Jack asked as he stayed in your space and you found yourself liking it.

“Yes, a lot. I’ve never been before.” You began to babble as those blues of his distracted you for a moment whilst you spoke. “Well, I’m glad you are here.” Jack couldn’t help but flirt with such a pretty girl and you ducked your head once more. “Me too.” You whispered, ducking your head once more before noticing your friend waving you over.“I just have to go over there..i’m sorry.” You began to babble but he softly shook his head, “Don’t worry about it. See you soon.” Jack promised with a wink as he watched you go

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“I can’t take you anywhere.” Your friend pouted as she whispered into your ear. You could only hear her half joking as you nodded towards the race. “We should just enjoy ourselves.” You tried to smooth it all over. Thankfully, she seemed to get some attention and moved towards it; leaving you alone. You rolled your eyes at how predictable she could be.“You look like you might need a drink?” Drake was soon back at your side with another glass of champagne and you had to giggle whilst taking it. “Oh, thank you.” You smiled brightly at him and gently took the glass; your fingers softly touching for a moment. “I think I might have competition.” Drake hummed as he looked over to the side. You followed his line of sight to see Jack leaning against the wall; his blues looking over every once in a while. 

“Oh, that might be that he wants you.” You winked at Drake and moved to sip at your drink as he laughed at your joke. “You are funny.” He hummed and winked over at Jack before he was once again taken away from you by another producer. Taking a few more sips of your drink, you placed it back down to make your way into the restroom.

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“Jack, they might hear.” You whined as your hands grabbed the counter you were on. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he moved deeper inside you. “Don’t care.” He moaned into your ear as he burrowed into your neck, hitting your spot that had you arching and crying out. Your head fell back against the wall as he bunched your dress to your middle and grabbed at your hips.“Fuck..” You whined before two of his fingers moved into your mouth. “Shh..” He smirked before slowly moving so only his tip teased you and then pushed all of him inside you. Your eyes widened and you began to suck on his fingers to keep yourself quiet as his movements only quickened. “You want me?” Jack teased as his hand moved down to stroke your clit.

You nod whilst your eyes never move from him. “Please..” You whine around his fingers as you begin to tighten around his cock. Your legs shook as the pleasure became more intense. He removed his fingers and passionately captured your lips once more to mute both of your sounds of pleasure. “God, you are good.” Jack hummed and pushed deeper in and your head threw back.He clasped his hand over your mouth just in time as your orgasm ripped through you. You squirted around his cock as he continued to thrust and his free hand moved to quickly brush over you, prolonging the pleasure. “So good.” He continued to praise you whilst thrusting in once, twice more before his own orgasm moved over him. 

The soft pants escaping you both echoed around the room as you ducked your head in complete shyness. “Can’t be shy now, baby.” Jack teased as he gently slipped from you and moved to make himself look presentable. You chewed on your bottom lip with a sweet giggle escaping you. “Can’t believe we just did that.” You whispered mostly to yourself.

“Hmm, we’ll have to do it again.” Jack stepped closer and sweetly brought your dress up before leaning in and pecking your lips. “I have to go..but message me.” He looked over his shoulder at you as you watched him go. You moved your fingers through your hair before locking the door and trying to control yourself.

#jack harlow x reader #requests

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Hello, K! Hope you are okay! ❤️

This is a gif blurb female edition, I'm sending you the beautiful May.

Not rush at all to write it! Just have fun ♥️

Ahh thanks for sending this in, Flor!! How did you know May was my favorite?? ☺️☺️ I had this idea immediately after reading the line that accompanied the gif - I hope you enjoy!

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Something to Think About

Warnings: mentions of drinking

(Y/N) takes an opportunity to inform an upperclass woman about the man she’s been getting involved with.

(Y/N) fussed with her fingernails, appearing uninterested with the party that she’d found herself at. Who’d ‘ve know that your father’s horse winning a few derbies gets you into a room like this?

Regardless, (Y/N) didn’t want to be here. She much rather perferred being at the stables or the track, caring for the beautiful beasts that were the reason behind this gathering taking place. Hell, the auctions were even better than this.

But she had to play the part. Not only was she an owner’s daughter, but she also played an integral part in the horse’s success. Her father wanted her to be present at the event, and she couldn’t say no to him.

So here she was…bored as ever.

She looked around the room as she sipped her champagne, seeing if anyone looked familiar. It took her two passes over the crowd before she found someone that she recognized.

May Carleton was standing alone by one of the tables. Remembering something that she’d been wanting to share with the other horse trainer since she’d caught wind of the news, (Y/N) abandoned her place to go and greet her.

“Ms. Carleton…” (Y/N) started as she came up to the other woman’s table, “I’m glad that I was able to find you,” she added, a friendly smile on her face.

“Ms. (Y/L/N), it’s lovely seeing you again,” May greeted with a similar smile, “how has your night been?” she asked then.

“Lovely so far,” (Y/N) embellished the truth, not wanting to subject the other woman to listening to how her night was really going. Besides she wanted to get right down to the matter of business that she’d come over here with; and that matter was certainly not to make small talk. “Would you happen to know if Tommy Shelby is present at this party?” she asked then, her eyebrows rasied as she watched intently for May’s reaction.

“I wouldn’t, is he?” she asked, sounding intrigued as her eyes widened the slightest bit.

(Y/N) tried to contain her smile as she continued in, “oh, I figured you would know…given the fact that he’s taken a shine to you,” she dipped her foot into the water again, seeing how far she could push it.

“What do you mean?” May questioned, her brows furrowing slightly as she spoke.

“I’m referring to you training his horse for him. A lot of owners have been invited to this gala; I just figured that he’d be on the list now, and that you would be the one to know if he were here,” (Y/N) explained (some of) her reasoning behind the direction their conversation had taken.

“I wouldn’t know if he was here. I have no access to the guest list nor the ability to add anyone to it,” May told her, her confusion still slightly present in her voice as she had no idea where this conversation had come from.

“Hmm…” (Y/N) pondered for a second, “I just thought that with your prestige it would have been different,” she stated before waving her hand in the air, “but it’s no big deal, really,” she then brushed the topic off before leaning in closer to the other woman, “I should warn you about Tommy Shelby though…” she trailed off, her voice now lower than it was before.

“What do you mean?” May asked for the second time in a matter of minutes.

“He’s known for having other…reasons…behind choosing the person he wants to train his horse,” (Y/N) finally dropped the bomb she’d been wanting to since she laid her eyes on the woman she was talking to.

Surprise flashed across May’s face as she heard what was said. “I’ll have you know that he chose me to train his filly because of my knowledge of the sport and what it entails,” she defended herself in the most formal manner that she could.

“Ah, ok. And the other…things just came as something to do after the house was squared away?” (Y/N) didn’t let the topic go just yet, asking her question with her eyebrows raised in intrigue. May narrowed her eyes at (Y/N) as she heard what she had to say, and (Y/N) took that as her just about being finished with the conversation. So she knew that she had to deliver the final blow now. “I only ask this because he had done those other…things with me too, only until I found out that he’d started talks with you about training his next horse.”

“I don’t understand what you’re trying to say here, Ms. (Y/L/N)…” May trailed off, an evident air of uncomfortableness slipping into her words as she said them.

“I’m trying to say that you should never find yourself comfortable with a man like Tommy Shelby,” (Y/N) more clearly summed up her previous statements as she then saw her father waving her over, “you’ll never know when he’ll find the next, new thing to move on to,” she paused so that she could look at May again, seeing that her mouth was parted slightly and that there were hints of shock in her features. “That’s just something to think about, Ms. Carleton,” she finished off her statement with a smile, that could also be described as a shit-eating grin, before she left the surprised woman’s side to go meet up with her father.

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MASTERLIST

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QUEER MTL : quoi faire en avril 2024 // QUEER MTL THINGS TO DO: April 2024

They say April showers bring the subsequent flowers, but queer Montréal is already fully abloom! This month, Montréal is stuffed to the brim with events, parties and unique experiences painted in all the colours of the LGBTQ+ rainbow. From drag to community, circuit to underground, here’s some of our picks for the best LGBTQ+ things to do in the city. For further announcements, including those not announced at time of publication, follow QueerMTL on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and Tumblr! Got an event coming up? DM it our way!

LEGEND

🎥 Cinema 👑 Drag 🥳 Parties 🎶 Concert ✊ Activism 🏳️‍⚧️ Trans 🏳️‍🌈 Community 😆 Comedy 🎭 Performance 💪 Sports and Dance 👯‍♀️ Dance 🎤 Karaoke 🎨 Arts 📚 Literary / Educational 👠 Ballroom / Vogue

Lundi 1 avril / Monday, April 1

🎥 75shots presents Under the Radar—Queer BIPOC Cinema, with free online screenings 👑 Voulez Vous Productions presents Discovering Your Drag Alter Ego with RV Métal, Centre Saint-Pierre

Mardi 2 avril / Tuesday, April 2

👠 BRING IT! #22, a continuing series of ballroom evenings with DJ Robocat KFC and Commentator Mags Old Navy, Club Sagacité 👑 Full Gisèle : Télé-Réalité with Gisèle Lullaby, Jessie Precieuse, Lady Guidoune and Victoire de Rockwell, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Mercredi 3 avril / Wednesday, April 3

🎶 Mariah the Scientist with Chxrry22 Beanfield Theatre 🎨 Drink & Draw by @Hommehomo, Bar Le Cocktail 🎭 The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 😆 Quick Characters—A Comedy Revue with Alo Azimov, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles

Jeudi 4 avril / Thursday, April 4

🎭 ThemFatale : Femme Power, a tribute to queer femininity with Bianca Boom Boom, Kaya Koko, Tristan Ginger, Sasha Désir, Lizzy Strange, Xénia, Kopy Cat, Ezra Honey and Rosie Bourgeoisie, The Wiggle Room 👑 The Gutters Talk Show Episode 1: Music Genres, hosted by Kleopatra Perfection, Kitty Catcher, Coco Charlemagne Champagne, Lux N’ Such, Donna Nozama, Skyler Rey, Late Bloomer and Safira Stevens, Bar Champs 🏳️‍🌈 Centre de solidarité lesbienne (CSL) hosts Lesbi ami.e.s : une soirée de connexions sociales et d’élargissement de sa communauté Queer, Centre St-Pierre 😆 Trivia at Pigeon Club Café Pointe-Claire with Quiz Master Brian, Pigeon Café 👑 Derek Wood presents Drama King : Ode à l'anti-virilité with Derek Wood, Johnny Jones, Mister Boogie, Ben A Drill, Akicoquin and Jay Show, Cabaret Mado 👑 Concours MX Cocktail, Bar Le Cocktail

Vendredi 5 avril / Friday, April 5

👠 Ballroom4Community and Project10 presents the Monthly Youth Kiki Lounge for age groups 14-17, Project10 🎭 Playwrights’ Workshop Montréal presents Queer Reading Series 2024 with new works by Tyson Fraleigh and Corbeau Sandoval, Centaur Theatre Company 👑 Carni’Cule LipSync Smackdown with Alastair S!N, Amy Thyst, Asmatix, Diva on a Dime, Late Bloomer, Psyberia, Spiked Corona and Timothy Toxic, hosted by Muz’Emma and Moh Dafok, Taboo Danseur Nu 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Carmen Sutra, Velma Jones and Celes, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail 🤠 Club Bolo—Danse Country Montréal meet on Fridays at the Association sportive et communautaire du Centre-Sud

Samedi 6 avril / Saturday, April 6

🎨 Project 10 presents Queering the Arts art expo, Studio 414 🎭 Playwrights’ Workshop Montréal presents Queer Reading Series 2024 with new works by Tyson Fraleigh and Corbeau Sandoval, Centaur Theatre Company 💪 Montreal Roller Derby presents BLUE vs GREEN—Home Team Showdown, Aréna Saint-Louis 🎤 Bareoke: Strip Karaoke, Café Cléopatra 🥳 Super Taste and Homopop present Beyoncé Dance Party // Act ii Launch with Kiara, Cabaret Berlin 🥳 Rabaterapia Presents Baile da Raba #MOULINROUGE with DJ Tati Garrafa and DJ Onlysans, Bain Mathieu 👑 House of Gahd presents Rage Against the Binary—Rock & Metal Drag Show with Selma Gahd, Anaconda LaSabrosa, Charli DeVille, Rosa Golde, Lisa Santana and Démone LaStrange, Bar Le Cocktail 👑 Jimmy Moore personnifie Lady Gaga, Cabaret Mado 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Carmen Sutra, Velma Jones and Celes, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail 👯 Tango/Salsa Queer holds lessons every Saturday, visit queertangomtl.com for information or contact [email protected] or call [phone] for prices and signup information, Espaces des Arts

Dimanche 7 avril / Sunday, April 7

🎭 Ligue d’impro Gailaxie, Cabaret Mado 👑 Kwizinn x Circa’s Spicy Drag Brunch with DJ Jerico, Aizysse Baga, Misty Waterfalls and Kiara, Kwizinn 👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash and Special Guests, Cabaret Mado 👑 Dimanche Show with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Lundi 8 avril / Monday, April 8

👑 Voulez Vous Productions presents Discovering Your Drag Alter Ego with RV Métal, Centre Saint-Pierre

Mardi 9 avril / Tuesday, April 9

😆 Bad Brain Trivia, featuring questions on drag queens and other “gay shit” (lovingly), Bar Hémisphère Gauche 👑 Full Gisèle : Marie-Mai with Foxy Lexxi Brown, Prudence, Kiara and Lady Boom Boom, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Mercredi 10 avril / Wednesday, April 10

🎶 PinkPantheress: Capable of Love Tour with Bktherula, Beanfield Theatre 🎭 The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 👑 Bière et Métal with Charli Deville and Woody Fungi, Cabaret Mado 😆 An Hour of Stand Up Comedy by Yumi and Carmina with Mariam Khan, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles

Jeudi 11 avril / Thursday, April 11

👑 Sashalicious : Everything About Dolls with Sasha Baga, Démone LaStrange, Lulu Shade and Ruby Doll, Cabaret Mado 👑 Concours MX Cocktail, Bar Le Cocktail

Vendredi 12 avril / Friday, April 12

🥳 Cerise Noire goth night with Shillelagh Jones and Elizabeth Leslie, Bar NDQ 🥳 Psychedelic Babylon presents Cosmic Traveler with Ace Ventura (Israel/Switzerland) and Asgard (Israel), Le Sainte-Catherine Hall  👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Rainbow, Tracy Trash and Crystal Starz, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail 🤠 Club Bolo—Danse Country Montréal meet on Fridays at the Association sportive et communautaire du Centre-Sud

Samedi 13 avril / Saturday, April 13

📚 The Violet Hour Book Club reads Anuja Varghese’s Chrysalis, Archives gaies du Québec 🏳️‍🌈 Mini Q—Queer Gathering, featuring two workshops and a performance, Studio 303 🏳️‍⚧️ Clinique de transition légale, Comité Queer Pointe-Saint-Charles 🏳️‍🌈 Coalition des familles LGBT+ hosts Journée intensive d’ateliers : fonder votre famille 2SLGBTQ+, Centre Saint-Pierre 🥳 Queen & Queer: 100% Arabic Music with DJ Sam and Maya Tayara, Sala Rossa 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Rainbow, Tracy Trash and Crystal Starz, Cabaret Mado 👑 Jimmy Moore personnifie Taylor Swift, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail 👯 Tango/Salsa Queer holds lessons every Saturday, visit queertangomtl.com for information or contact [email protected] or call [phone] for prices and signup information, Espaces des Arts

Dimanche 14 avril / Sunday, April 14

🎭 Ligue d’impro Gailaxie, Cabaret Mado 👑 Afternoon Drag Cafe with Itsh and Timothy Toxic, L’Orbite 👑 Dimanche Show with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Lundi 15 avril / Monday, April 15

👑 Rawxy et cie with Misty Waterfalls, Lady Boom Boom and Crystal Starz, Cabaret Mado

Mardi 16 avril / Tuesday, April 16

🎶 Bobby Dove, L’Escogriffe Bar 👑 Full Gisèle : Queb with Gisèle Lullaby, Esirena, Rawxy and Aleera, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Mercredi 17 avril / Wednesday, April 17

🎶 Nicki Minaj: Pink Friday 2 World Tour with Monica, Bell Centre 🎭 The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 😆 Raquel Maestre and Sandy with Binya Kóatz, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles

Jeudi 18 avril / Thursday, April 18

🎭 Les Folies Draglesques with Miami Minx, Roxy Torpedo, Jolie Lolita, Ophelia Rass, Maria Topcatt, Minx Arcana and Yikes Macaroni, Cabaret Mado 👑 Burger Queen: Souper & Spectacle with Moist and Miss Mira Belle, Notre-Boeuf-de-Grâce Village 👑 Concours MX Cocktail, Bar Le Cocktail

Vendredi 19 avril / Friday, April 19

🎶 TALK: The Lord of the Flies & Birds & Bees Tour with Sofia Duhaime, Beanfield Theatre 🥳  Discoño with BRAVA (Spain), NGL FLOUNCE, MCHERRY and WHORITO, Newspeak 🥳 Dark Area with Special K, Infiltr, Claudel and OWNX, The Sanctuary 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Gisèle Lullaby, Marla Deer and Franky Dee, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail 🤠 Club Bolo—Danse Country Montréal meet on Fridays at the Association sportive et communautaire du Centre-Sud

Samedi 20 avril / Saturday, April 20

🥳 MPU and Balls Deep Disco present Boogiemania with Balls Deep Disco (Toronto), Barbada and Carmen Sutra, Le Belmont 🎤 Bareoke: Strip Karaoke, Café Cléopatra 🥳 Glimmering Dolls presents Spring Witches Dance Party, Turbo Haüs 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Gisèle Lullaby, Marla Deer and Franky Dee, Cabaret Mado 👑 Jimmy Moore personnifie Celine Dion, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail 👯 Tango/Salsa Queer holds lessons every Saturday, visit queertangomtl.com for information or contact [email protected] or call [phone] for prices and signup information, Espaces des Arts

Dimanche 21 avril / Sunday, April 21

👑 Atelier Intro Drag Workshop with Ander Wayne, Studio Mange Mes Pieds 🎭 Ligue d’impro Gailaxie, Cabaret Mado 👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash and Special Guests, Cabaret Mado 👑 Spécial Mireille Mathieu, Bar Le Cocktail 😆 The Gay AF Comedy Tour with Andrew Khoury, Dylan Mahaney, Robert Watson and Al Val, The Wiggle Room

Lundi 22 avril / Monday, April 22

🎶 TALK: The Lord of the Flies & Birds & Bees Tour with Sofia Duhaime, Beanfield Theatre 👑 Voulez Vous Productions presents Discovering Your Drag Alter Ego with RV Métal, Centre Saint-Pierre

Mardi 23 avril / Tuesday, April 23

🏳️‍🌈 Le comité Queer de Pointe-Saint-Charles presents Club de lecture queer with a discussion on Pauline Delabroy-Allard’s Ça raconte Sarah, Bibliothèque Saint-Charles 👑 Full Gisèle : Charlotte Cardin with Gisèle Lullaby, Lady Boom Boom, Adriana the Bombshell and Lana Dalida, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Mercredi 24 avril / Wednesday, April 24

👠 Ballroom4Community and Project10 presents the Monthly Youth Kiki Lounge for age groups 18-25, Project10 🎭 The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 😆 The "Hypothetical" Hypothetical Show with Tony McIntyre, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 👑 La Petite Drag with Marla Deer, Gisèle Lullaby, Tracy Trash, Pétula Claque, Bobépine, Kelly Torrieli, Velma Jones and Clay Thorris, Cabaret Mado

Jeudi 25 avril / Thursday, April 25

👑 Canada's Drag Race: Bring Back My Girls with Sisi Superstar, Adriana the Bombshell, Gisèle Lullaby, Océane Aqua-Black, Kiara and Lady Boom Boom, Cabaret Mado 👑 Concours MX Cocktail, Bar Le Cocktail

Vendredi 26 avril / Friday, April 26

🎶 Bright Light Bright Light with Mint Simon (of Caveboy) and Big Sissy, Theatre Fairmount 📚Blue Metropolis and Violet Hour present Sky Gilbert: 2024 Blue Metropolis Violet Prize featuring Sky Gilbert in conversation with Matthew Hays, Hôtel 10—Espace Godin 📚Blue Metropolis and Violet Hour present Lectures Violet Hour featuring Sky Gilbert, Anton Hur, Mathieu Leroux, Anuja Varghese, Matthew Walsh and Christopher DiRaddo, Hôtel 10—Espace Godin 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Bobépine, Sasha Baga and Kitana, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail 🤠 Club Bolo—Danse Country Montréal meet on Fridays at the Association sportive et communautaire du Centre-Sud

Samedi 27 avril / Saturday, April 27

📚Blue Metropolis and Violet Hour present Truth Be Told: Looking at Lies in Literature with Gina L. Woolsey, Anuja Varghese, Christopher DiRaddo and Sky Gilbert, Hôtel 10—Espace Godin 🥳 FRKY || Primavera with Mari Rossi (Brazil), Moka, Raw Soul and Paolo Askia, La Sotterenea 👑 Under Kingstruction presents Twilight: The alt drag open stage with Lizzy Strange, Bar Le Cocktail 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Bobépine, Sasha Baga and Kitana, Cabaret Mado 👑 Jimmy Moore présente MADONNA: The Celebration Tour, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail 👯 Tango/Salsa Queer holds lessons every Saturday, visit queertangomtl.com for information or contact [email protected] or call [phone] for prices and signup information, Espaces des Arts

Dimanche 28 avril / Sunday, April 28 

🎶 Belle & Sebastian with The Weather Station, MTelus 📚Blue Metropolis presents Couleurs, Racisme et Homophobie with Léonora Miano, Rodney Saint-Éloi, Éric Chacour and Mélikah Abdelmoumen, Hôtel 10—Espace Godin 🎭 Ligue d’impro Gailaxie, Cabaret Mado 👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash and Special Guests, Cabaret Mado  👑 Dimanche Show with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Lundi 29 avril / Monday, April 29

👑 Voulez Vous Productions presents Discovering Your Drag Alter Ego with RV Métal, Centre Saint-Pierre 👑 Shade Like Winters with Sarah Winters, Lulu Shade, Moh Dafok, Mike Oxlong and Natachatt, Cabaret Mado

Mardi 30 avril / Tuesday, April 30

👑 Full Gisèle : Sin City with Marla Deer, Tracy Trash and Sasha Baga, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

OTHERS / LES AUTRES

🏐 Les Ratons-Chasseurs (Montréal’s LGBTA dodgeball group) holds regular events. Keep an eye on their Facebook for upcoming opportunities to join in and play. 

🕹Montréal Gaymers hosts regular gatherings including board game nights and gaming gatherings. Check their Facebook for what’s next!

🏃🏾Join the Out-Run run and workout club for people relating to the queer / sapphic experience. Details on their Instagram!

🐦 Bird lovers should keep their eye on Queer Birders' regularly scheduled birdwatching events and excursions. Join the Facebook group and get those binoculars at the ready.

👠 Twice a month on every second Tuesday, Bring It! hosts an OTA night of ballroom and vogue with commentator and DJ. Follow their Instagram for dates and details.

#mtlmoments #lgbttravel #2slgbtq #drag #montreal #queermtl #lgbtq #nightlife #thingstodo #events

[abyssal-ali]

There is Just no Stopping this Thing Called 'Love' - Chapter 2: The End

Pairing: Jaysteph

Rating: G

WC: 1k

A/N: Jaysteph Weekend 2023 Day 2: Wearing Each Other's Colours | Hand in Unlovable Hand | Annoying Bruce Thanks to my betareader, Esme! See Chapter 1's notes for more information<3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

The exotic elegance and golden glitz of the annual Wayne Gala met the couple’s eyes as they exited the carriage, the door held open by one of an assortment of footmen.

Jason looped Steph’s arm through his and they began to ascend the steps to Wayne Manor.

Alfred smiled at them as he hurried by, ordering a handful of harried staff to their posts.

A valet took their coats and Jason’s derby hat, and Jason led Steph to the sparkling ballroom, her white gloved hand resting on his arm and the rustle of her taffeta dress swishing behind them.

The strains of Forget-Me-Not increased as they drew near, the ambient chatter of dozens of guests filling their ears.

They stepped into the ballroom proper, glancing around for the host of the Gala and his extended family.

Steph spotted Bruce’s cousin Kate’s distinctive red hair immediately, as she was chatting with the other redhead in the room, Jason’s older brother Dick’s fiancée, Babs.

“Waterfowl incoming,” Jason’s husky voice sent a shiver down Steph’s spine, but she kept her mask on. The first obstacle was approaching them, the red-vested figure determinedly making his way through the groups of Gotham’s elite towards them, a wrinkle on his brow.

“Jason,” Tim greeted, nodding to her date before lifting her hand to his lips to greet her with a courtly kiss. “Miss Brown,” his tone was puzzled as he greeted her.

“Timothy,” Jason returned.

Caught between the man who had courted her for a few short weeks before ending their fledgling relationship abruptly and her new fiance, Steph strove to not be overcome by the awkwardness and posturing occurring in front of her.

“Well, this looks like a lovely party, Mr. Drake. I’m sure part of this is due to your advice to Mr. Wayne on the newest trends.”

She blatantly ignored Tim’s obvious confusion at her appearance, here, on Jason’s arm.

“He likes to stay up to date on the newest fads, Miss Brown,” he answered hesitantly. “I assure you I provided very little input on this gala’s preparations.”

“Well, if we miss Mr. Wayne, please relay my compliments on the lovely production.” She squeezed Jason’s arm, telling him to take her away from the conversation as quickly as was acceptably possible.

“Oh, Jason, Bruce is trying to make you socialise with Mr. Queen’s son,” Tim muttered as he left.

"Well, that could have gone worse," commented Jason lowly as he spun her past a couple dancing on the edges of the dance floor, her red skirts flaring in a way that pleased Steph. “What is Bruce up to now?”

Steph shrugged. "Mr. Drake is too busy trying to figure out how we know each other; that’s probably why he dropped it so precipitously. Bets on if this is Bruce or Brucie acting?"

“He’s with the Queens, so probably a bit of both,” Jason sighed.

Steph glanced down at her left hand, the glove she was wearing covering her new jewellery.

“I need some champagne,” she sighed, snagging a flute off a passing waiter’s tray. “Should we invade their conversation?”

Jason glanced over at the group. There was a barely contained look of pure mischief on Roy’s face, and Jason groaned. “What is he saying?”

He headed over immediately, Steph following slightly behind so it wouldn’t appear as if she was eavesdropping (she was absolutely eavesdropping).

“Why, Jason loves riding. Not as much as his younger brother, I’ll grant, but he still goes out a fair bit. I’m sure Mr. Harper would be most welcome to join him!” Bruce enthused. 

Jason coughed.

Bruce turned. “Oh, here he is now, how fortuitous! Mr. Harper, this is my second son, Jason Todd. Jason, Mr. Harper.”

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Roy shook Jason’s hand, barely smothering his cackles. “Your father was just telling us you love to ride. Perhaps we could make a joint adventure of it some day?”

“Certainly, certainly. Do let me know when you are available.” Jason matched Roy’s fake posh tone.

“That vest is a dashing shade of purple, Mr. Todd. Who is your tailor?”

“It’s eggplant, thank you. I usually just use Bruce’s tailor, Thomas Misell.” Jason winked. “Bruce does have good taste.”

Steph, sensing the opportunity for more chaos, nudged Jason’s arm with her elbow.

He smoothly wrapped his hand through her arm and around her waist, pulling her into his side and joining the circle. “May I introduce Miss Brown, my fiancee? Miss Brown, Mr. Harper and Mr. & Mrs. Queen.”

Steph nodded regally. “Delighted to meet you.”

Bruce stared at them, a dozen questions on the tip of his tongue, but being in public he had to restrain himself.

The Queens soon moved away to greet a fellow Gala attender from Star City, leaving the couple to Bruce’s scrutiny.

“Fiancee?” was the only thing that he could say.

They nodded, beaming. 

“I proposed tonight.”

“It’s nice to formally meet you, Mr. Wayne. I’ve heard lots about you.” Steph made a half-curtsy.

“How long have you been seeing each other?”

“Jason began formally courting me last New Years’, but we had been unofficially courting since October?” she glanced up at Jason, who nodded.

Bruce looked relieved that this wasn’t an impulsive thing done either to spite him or because one of them was under someone’s influence. “Congratulations, then. Pardon me, Miss Brown, but you look familiar…have we met before?”

“I’m a domestic for Dr. Thompson,” she supplied. “You may have seen me sometime when you stopped by to donate some money. We really appreciate it, Mr. Wayne. We have been able to help so many more unfortunate souls with your support.”

“That is very good to hear, Miss Brown.”

Bruce shot Jason a look that told him they would be talking about his surprise fiancee later and excused himself to greet Mr. Palmer.

“Well, that could have gone worse,” Steph surmised, relaxing against the wall with her champagne.

“Just wait till Dick returns from his trip and hears about this,” groused Jason. “Enjoy the last few minutes of peace while you can.”

Taglist: @jaystephevents

#jaysteph #jaystephweekend2023 #fic #ali writes

[sassyfrassboss]

What a banger of a weekend this is turning out to be for us here in the US - May the Fourth, Cinco de Mayo, and the Coronation/Kentucky Derby.

I'm not sure my liver can take much more - beer for Star Wars, tequila for today, and champagne for tomorrow. (I'm passing on the mint juleps at my friend's Derby party though.)

Oh man...I haven't celebrated Cinco de Mayo since I had my son...

My cucumber sandwiches play right into The Derby as well!

It has been a lot back to back.

[thatone-girly]

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓, discography

❝ girl, you're the one i want. you're the one i need. i'm begging you please. can you come back to me? 'cause i was blind to see that you were right in front of me. ❞

❝ lowkey. we be keepin' it low, but to keep it real lowkey. i been thinkin' 'bout showin' you how i feel lowkey. baby, don't resist it's alright to be lowkey. if the thought is there i really think we should roll with it. lowkey. ❞

❝ i love how you make me feel. so fire, i just can't chill. i wish you would keep it real with me, you know that i'm your type. do anything? yes i will. it's trust that i'm tryna build. i don't want you to catch the wrong idea from a vibe. ❞

❝ lookin' at you day after day, i know i just gotta make it. uh huh, just gotta make. just to see that smile up on your face, i know i just gotta make it. uh huh, just gotta make it. everything i do i do for you, and we just gotta make it. uh huh, just gotta make it to the the top of the world. me and my girl we just gotta make it. ❞

❝ turn the darkness to light with the fire we make. it's gettin' hotter and hotter, like a moth to a flame. i can't stay away from the fire we make. it's gettin' higher and higher, like the night to the day. ❞

❝ i know i come off shy, but it's the feelings that's inside. you send shivers down my spine. boy, i really can't describe the thing you do to me. ❞

❝ through drought and famine, natural disasters, my baby has been around for me. kingdoms have fallen. angels be callin'. none of that could ever make me leave. every time i look into your eyes i see it. you're all i need. every time i get a bit inside i feel it. ooh, who would've thought i'd get you? ❞

❝ yours, mine, ours. i can do this for hours. sir and talk to you for hours. i wanna give you your flowers, and some champagne showers. order shrimp and lobster towers, but it me that gets devoured. ❞

❝ you got me questioning, what have you done to me? used to be out of reach. feels like you're testing me, you're the necessity; full court press on me. don't fuck me up, don't let me down. you know i wanna be around. you tug and warring with my heart. didn't think it'd ever be so hard. crazy, i'm letting my guard down. ❞

#spotify #thatone-girly #-THATONEGIRLY #wattpad #joey bada$$

[americanedpsychoarchived]

❛  yeah,  yeah,  yeah  …  ❜  he  mumbles  as  he  holds  sharon’s  hand.  it  is  a  rare  occurrence  that  he  meets  parents.  for  a  brief  moment,  as  they  descend  the  steps  to  the  house,  it  reminds  him  of  how  he  met  evelyn’s  parents  when  they  got  ‘serious’  ⸻  a  hot  day  during  the  kentucky  derby  and  it  confirmed  to  him  that  they  were  just  as  shallow  as  evelyn  is.  he  is  holding  a  bunch  of  white  roses  from  ode  à  la  rose’s  florist  for  her  mother  and  a  bottle  of  armand  de  brignac  champagne  for  her  father.    ❛  i  know  they’ll  like  these.  ❜  his  arrogant  tone  lingers  in  the  air  as  he  smirks  at  sharon  as  he  straightens  up  his  armani  suit  before  knocking  on  the  door,    ❛  you’re  lucky  that  you  don’t  have  to  deal  with  my  folks  …  ❜  he  grins,    ❛  one  is  locked  up  and  the  other  is  four  feet  in  the  ground.  ❜

@thirt13n sent: ' they're  gonna  love  you  .  like  i  do  .'  (  is  patrick  finally  meeting  amanda  and  harrison?!🫢😲  )

#thirt13n #— ❛❛ // it’s gritty dirty & possessive 「 dynamic sharon & patrick. 」

[terrence-silver]

Do you think Terry, especially 80’s Terry and Old Man Terry, has any guilty pleasures? He seems so cultured and refined, but what if he secretly loves McDonalds chicken nuggets or a trashy reality tv show or something like that?

I think he enjoys his, quote on quote, lowly vices, yes.

(And greater vices, but this goes without saying)

We've seen him act very enthusiastic concerning some very commonplace beer --- sure, said beer comes with a lifetime of memories, nostalgia and baggage, but beer's still beer. It ain't a thirty year old Macallan or some coveted, import Champagne he smiled like an innocent child over. It's beer and Terry beams up in ways we haven't seen him beam up about much else in this show and in honest, and people might not like to hear this, but I think this is thirty plus years of repression rearing its ugly head, which is especially true for old man Terry who seemed a tad bit fidgety and miserable when we’re first introduced to him and I don’t think it was just due to John’s presence. Thirty plus years of keeping himself in immaculate check, maintaining an immaculate diet, immaculate social standing, immaculate cultural sensibilities (drilled into him by the class he was raised in) immaculate poise and an immaculate everything just...crashing down silently, and as such, I think present day Terry is best defined by a sense of hunger; in equal measure literal, spiritual and pathological. He wants it all and he wants it now and it can range anywhere from lordship over The Valley to splurging on whatever he wants, however he wants it.

Maybe he enjoys watching the new remake of The Dynasty, we don't know.

Maybe he requests Blu-Rays of the OG delivered to him instead because it is better?

Nonetheless, another instance we see him with a guilty pleasure is literally post-Vietnam in a very ordinary looking tattoo parlour, getting a very ordinary tattoo (a gaudy, kitschy one, one would even say) that was near and dear to him and which he seemed proud of regardless that it isn't anything tremendously elaborate. He is cultured and refined, yes, but this doesn't cancel out the fact that he is human.

Sure, he might not admit this to himself, but it is true.

I think Terry has a ‘thing’ for every pleasure that is innately deemed guilty, and perhaps, out of reach (because, honestly, how dare anything ever be out of reach for HIM) --- maybe because he was either taught to put such things out of reach or because he’s put them out of reach himself to maintain self-control. Everything that was ever forbidden, unlikely, unexpected for him to try, consume and enjoy and that can be anything from yes, well, technically, a chicken nugget to a trash reality TV show. Suppression lies, symbolically in the chicken nugget, eh? I think Terry Silver loves so many things we wouldn’t ever expect for him to love and I think the more fantastically outlandish the thing is, the more probable. Perhaps, he attended the Kentucky Derby in the 80′s, tacky, over the top hats galore, followed by big, hair-spray hardened manes and he wore his gaudiest ascot tie and had the time of his life very passionately rooting on his prized race-horse called Quicksilver from his VIP lodge with surrounded by new money.

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #character analysis #terry silver headcanon #terry silver headcanons

[lboogie1906]

Alonzo "Lonnie" Clayton (January 4, 1876 – March 17, 1917) was a jockey in Thoroughbred horse racing described by author Edward Hotaling, as "one of the great riders of the New York circuit all through the 1890s" and who holds the record as the youngest jockey to ever win the Kentucky Derby. He was most likely born in Mississippi, which is the date of birth and place of birth that is given on his death certificate. He was one of the nine children of Robert and Evaline Clayton. At age twelve he left home and made his way north to Chicago's Washington Park Race Track where his brother Albertus was a jockey for prominent Thoroughbred horse racing stable owner, Lucky Baldwin. He was given a job as a stablehand and exercise rider for the Baldwin stable then the following year he moved east to the Clifton Race Track in New Jersey wherein in 1890 he began his professional riding career. In 1891 at Morris Park Racetrack in The Bronx, he won the important Champagne Stakes aboard Bashford Manor Stable's two-year-old colt, Azra. He rode Azra to victory in the Kentucky Derby which made him the youngest jockey in history to ever win the Derby. He and Azra followed up their Derby success with victories in the Clark Handicap and the Travers Stakes. At Monmouth Park in New Jersey, he won the Monmouth Handicap and went on to win the fall riding title at Churchill Downs. One of the leading money winners on the East Coast racing circuit during the 1890s, he won races from New York to California. He captured back-to-back runnings of the Kentucky Oaks in 1894 and 1895, the latter a year in which he won 144 races and finished in the money sixty percent of the time. He won the Arkansas Derby and in 1896 finished third in the Preakness Stakes aboard the filly, Intermission. His accomplishments in racing were recognized by the Arkansas Sports Hall of Fame with his induction in 2012. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm_gpogr1NB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#africanhistory365 #africanexcellence