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natailiatulls07 · 3 months

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Pen Pals

Oscar Piastri x Female!Reader

Summary - Strangers to pen pals to lovers

Warning - Cuteness overload!

Reader works in redbull as a media girl

Hi there,

I'm Y/n and I'm excited to write you! I've had a few pen pals in the past but none have really worked out.

But I digress, maybe we should start by introducing each other with a few fun facts; I love formula one! I am and will always be a cat person, having two cats of my own and my favourite past time would have to be finding and trying new recipes which either works or becomes a disaster, there's no inbetween!

I look forward to hearing about you and hopefully we'll get on well with eachother!

Yours truly,

Y/n

Dear Y/n,

It's lovely to meet you! This is my first time so go easy on me! I loved reading your letter and found it quite ironic as I am also a big fan of formula one.

A few facts about me is that my favourite film is 'ten things I hate about you' even though my friends always tease me for it. My favourite formula one driver would have to Oscar Piastri, next best rookie since Hamilton in my opinion.

Who's your favourite driver? And which team do you support??

Yours truly,

Oscar

Dear Oscar,

What a coincidence! I would definitely agree that Oscar Piastri is a great driver, espercially after winning a sprint in his rookie year! But however, I am a Max Verstappen girl through and through so that also means I'm a redbull supporter as well. But I have respect for each and every other driver and team!

I don't see how your friends can tease you about your favourite film, it is a iconic late 90s film with a stunning cast! See picking a favourite film for me is hard! There's too many to pick from like paddington or pretty woman or even oceans eight!

So what gotten you into starting to write pen pal letters??

Yours truly,

Y/n

Hi Y/n,

Yeah with my job I find that alot of the people I talk to are very fake and greedy. I felt as those if I just starting writing letters to someone I could keep an anonymous identity. I hope you'll respect that, I'm sure you will!

Don't get me wrong I love my job, it's something I worked my whole life for. But it feels some what suffocating sometimes.

What about you? You said that you've had pen pals in the past but none have really worked out. I can't see why though, you seem lovely and have a great taste in sport!

Yours truly,

Oscar

Dear Oscar,

Understandable. I promise to remain respectful and I won't pry. I think a pen pal is the perfect way to step away from our lifestyles, it gives us someone that won't judge and you can realise to them.

I started writing to pen pal when I started college. I moved away from all my friends and had a rocky break up with my boyfriend at the time.

So from then I tried to find the best pen pal. But believe it or not, not many people start a pen pal to talk to others and hear others but to just talk about themselves.

A pen pal relationship should be equal and not one sided so often those relationship will have lasted just under two months. But lets not dwell on the past.

Wait important question now! What is your zodiac sign?? It tells you alot about a person.

Yours truly,

Y/n

Time skip a few months -

Hi Y/n!

Just read your last letter, loved your descriptive story about your now sister in laws hen party! I need to see those drunk photos immadiately.

My summer break just started, I have a lot of down time and not a lot to do. Please do you have any suggestions!? I have a feeling that I'm going to spend my summer moving between the gym, my apartment and my local store.

How did the date with that guy go? Was the trip to the jungle mini golf really worth it? I remember I went on a date once, we went to a nice restaurant and by the end of the night she was black out drunk. WORST DATE EVER!!

Yours truly,

Oscar

Dear Oscar,

I would give you suggestions on what to do this summer. However just like you, my sofa becomes me seconds home after my bed. Well actually every summer me and my bestfriend deciated a day to binge watching all the Harry Potters! We go all out, getting themed snacks and making a fort out of blankets.

Oh my god! The date was horrible! All he did was talk about his family riches and how 'successful' he is. And to add salt to the wound the place was filled with whiny children. NEVER AGAIN!

Also I've add the photos from the hen party to the envelope, non of them have my face in it but you can see that the bride is enjoying herself.

Yours truly,

Y/n <3

Photos in the envelope -

Hey Y/n,

Looks like the hen party looks as exciting as it sounded! Send my crograts to the bride and groom please.

I'm sorry your date went like that, I hate rich snobs who just glot and I work around them a lot lol! A girl like yourself doesn't deserve to be treated like that, you deserve fancy restaurents and meaningful date. I know I would give you the world.

Harry Potter marathon?? Mmm doesn't sound like a bad idea, I might rope my friend into then, he's british so he'll feel right at home!

Anyways I've been thinking...over these last few months I've grown to trust and adore our little letters back and forth. And I was wondering if you wanted to exchange numbers or something, idk.

I'm actually in Barcelona next week for work, but we can arrange something if you wanted. I just feel like I'd want to put a face to a name and exciting personality!

Yours truly,

Oscar

Hi Oscar,

The world huh? Thats a bold statement...

Wait that ironic! I'm also in Barcelona next week, we could meet somewhere. I can't really do Thursday through to Sunday, that's when my work really starts.

But yeah we can meet at some coffee shop or something, I seen some nice recommendations on tiktok recently.

I'm actually really excited for this! I've never had a pen pal that actually worked out, let alone wanted to meet me, so I feel lucky! Yeah these letters have been fun to write, it's like I've learnt so much from you. Thank you so much!

OMG did you watch the last f1 race in Montreal?! Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen and Daniel Ricciardo podium! I'm sooo proud Piastri, he is slowly but surely moving up and competing with Verstappen for my fav driver! There I said it!

Yours truly,

Y/n <3

Dear Y/n,

Is Piastri growing on you Y/n?? Ooo that's exciting! But you wouldn't want to disappoint the current world champ, his no 1 fan is going to the dark side!

I would definitely give you the world! In a heart beat actually, you've single handedly made me feel normal and human again and I am forever thankful for that!

So you're working Thursday through Sunday...the exact days that formula one is active in the same city. I feel bad for you honestly, I'm sorry...

How about we meet up on the Wednesday? Should we meet at the three marks coffee?? I've heard great things about their coffee!

Meet me there at 1pm! I actually can't wait! See you then!

Yours truly,

Oscar <3

Outside the cafe -

Stood just outside the cafe, Y/n fiddled with her bag. She didn't know why she was so nervous, she would trust her pen pal Oscar with her deepest darkest secret if needs be.

Busy was an understatement. And Y/n knew fully well why, it was the reason why she was here this week. Formula one. Being one the media girls at redbull meant that she had to attend every race, not that she was complaining.

Just down the street was Oscar, walking head held high and a large grin on his face. He was beyond excited to meet the mysterious Y/n.

When they both began sending letters to each other, they agreed that neither would pry for surnames, addresses and other personal details.

The one thing they decided to do today was dress in all white, making it easy for each of them to pin point each other.

Oscar approached the cafe, his eyes scanning the area for a women dressed in all white. Until he spotted her, it was love at first sight!

He was obsessed with how she stylied her hair, and what she decided to dress like considering the white rule. "Y/n!" Calling out her name, as he made a quick walk towards her.

Y/n could hear her name being called and when she turned she came face to face with the one and only Oscar Piastri smiling down at her. A gasp broke through her lips, surprised that he was her pen pal.

"You're my pen pal?" She asked in disbelief. The Australian driver nodding his head excitedly. "You let me hype you up about your driving and didn't tell me?"

They both broke out into laughter. "Yep! And I loved it!" Oscars face held a cheeky grin, that Y/n instantly fell in love with.

After settling down in a small secluded table just outside the cafe, Y/n turned to Oscar. Her face now holding a cheeky grin. "Is now the best time to tell you that I work at Redbull as a media girl?"

Now it was Oscars turned to look shocked, shaking his head in disbelief.

"So you're telling me we've been right under eachothers noses the whole time!?" Neither expected that they were in reality quite close to each other whilst they were sending letters back and forth.

"What are the chances? Right?"

"Fancy leaving Redbull and join me in Papaya? maybe then Oscar Piastri will be your favourite driver..."

"Oscar!"

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najlepsiznajlepsich · 2 months

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tolerate it.

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

warnings: cursing, age gap (9 years), alcohol consumption, angst, loosely inspired by tolerate it by taylor swift

author's note: this my first ever published fic!! woohoo!! star = time skip, sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language. (had this sitting in my drafts for a long long time)

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The bright yellow light shone right in your face. Regret was the only thing that you were feeling right now. Your brother just had to have a big party for his birthday, only inviting his friends and you, for some reason. 80% of these people were strangers to you. It’s like you were totally out of place, cursing out your brother in your head.

Until you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around. “It is you!” the man in front of you said. Carlos. The guy you had a crush on years ago. You didn’t even recognize him at first. But you could recognize that Spanish accent in a crowd full of people. His voice was like a lollypop, reeling you in to hear all his sweet whispers.

He wasn’t the 17-year-old boy playing fifa with your brother. His tight shirt highlighted his muscles, his face was grazed by a light stubble, and his deep brown eyes had an emotion in them you haven’t seen before. Eyes, in which you wanted to get lost, scanned your silhouette. He threw his arm around your shoulders. His touch was a burning sensation dancing on your skin.

You also weren’t the 8-year-old girl with pigtails who sat around just to spend time with them. “Well, you’ve changed since I last saw you.” "Yeah, Carlos, that was ten years ago.” He laughed, and you swore the same butterflies flew around your stomach, just as when you were a kid. Fuck. He still had the same hold on you.

Still the same fool after all.

☆

You opened the front door to your parents’ house. His laugh echoed in the hallway as you took off your shoes. Carlos is here. “Y/N!! HELP ME!! He is cheating!” your brother shouted as you walked into the living room.

“I'm not cheating!!” Carlos mumbled, and your brother, who can’t handle losing, restarted the game. “WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” Carlos exclaimed. "MAYBE, ‘CAUSE YOU’RE CHEATING!” your brother yelled back, an evident smile on his lips. A throaty groan escaped the lips of both guys.

Their friendship was something you saw bloom into a close bond. Their arguments sounded just like the ones they had 10 years ago. And if it was a different day, maybe you would stay there and just watch them. However, your tired legs carried you to the kitchen.

From the fridge, you pulled out a bowl of fruits you cut up this morning. The laughter of those two man-children was still heard. One of them bringing nostalgia and some old, forgotten feelings back.You really haven't changed.

“Hey? You okay?” a small voice next to you asked. You didn’t even notice when he entered the kitchen. Shit, how and why did you zone out? Could’ve avoided him. Well, not him, but this conversation.

"Yeah, Carlos,” you mumbled out. He opened a drawer, looking for something. He grabbed a pack of popcorn, threw it into the microwave, and leant onto the cold kitchen counter behind him.

A buttery smell hits your nose pretty quickly. Not sure if it was because of that, but the awkward atmosphere shifted into a comfortable one.

It reminded you of the moments from your childhood and his teenage years. The raindrops bounced against the glass of the window. It calmed you down until you heard the microwave beeping and got a mini-heart attack.

“Can I have some?” you asked shyly. He didn’t answer; he just pulled out a second, smaller bowl. “Wanna go out golfing tomorrow?” he asked you as he handed you the popcorn, his voice barely above a whisper. You looked up at him from your bowl of fruits. “Just me, you, and your brother." “All right,” you smiled.

“Want some?” You pushed your bowl with the cut-up fruit in front of him. He grabbed a piece of an apple. “Delicious,” he moaned as he placed it on his tongue. You giggled at his antics. He really hasn’t changed. “From your garden, right? I remember this taste.” "How?" "Too good to forget."

He smiled and picked up the big bowl of popcorn. “Are you sure you wanna go golfing? It’s weird you’re not complaining about it-“ “Go away before I change my mind.”

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You leaned into him as you laughed at his joke. His smell was intoxicating, you wish you could smell it all throughout your life. He placed his head on yours, and you swore you were in a dream.

“Carlos,” you spoke quietly, “you remember when we went golfing?” He smiled at the nice memory. If only you knew he remembered everything. Your hairstyle that you tried on for the first time, your outfit, the way your eyes sparkled when he said your swing was nice, the pinkish-red sunset you had to take pictures of.

He wished you’d take pictures of him, you didn’t. But, shh, you were taking pictures of him. Just in secret and for yourself.

“Yeah, of course I do. Our first date.” “Well-“ “Yeah, I lied to you, your brother was never invited.” You smiled. That was not new to you. Your brother was such a gossip. He could never keep a secret. This just confirmed it. “So you planned that! Carlos!” He just giggled, light blush covering his cheeks.

The way you said his name made him feel like he was the only person on earth. He kind of was in your eyes. “Now look at us, babe,” he said, and you sat up to take a sip of your coffee. This was your new favorite activity. Lying down on the outside couch, drinking coffee, and talking to your boyfriend, Carlos.

“Half a year went by fast, didn’t it?” you asked as you handed Carlos his mug. “Because we’re together,” he said, smiling at you. The same butterflies you had ten years ago and also six months ago appeared in your stomach.

“I love the coffee you make, it’s laced with something, isn’t it?” You smiled at his small remark. “Only with love.” “You’re so cheesy. I love you so much."

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“We can split it.” Carlos grinned as he walked into the closet. There you were, sitting on the floor with suitcases all around you. “I don’t want to mess up your clothes,” you whined out, and Carlos sat down next to you. “You won’t mess up anything, just let me help you unpack,” he said with a smile.

You started pulling out clothes, and you both put them in the drawers or hung them up. Carlos had a bit of a judging era and gave opinions on nearly everything. His meanness went away when you picked up a white tennis skirt, the one you wore to your golf "date."

“Why haven’t you worn it since?” he asked, his voice laced with confusion. “I don’t know,” you answered and folded it up. His gasp made you look at him. “This is the dress you wore that time we went to try out the new ice cream shop!” He smiled at you and put the dress on a hanger.

“You remember that kind of stuff?” you asked him genuinely. Who would’ve thought he was this attentive? “Of course I do,” he placed a kiss on the top of your head. After spending at least three hours lost in the sea of clothes, you walked out of the closet.

Ecstatic—that’s what you both were. Finally moved in together. You already put some of your decorations in his living room. But the hallway was too empty for your liking.

“Carlos, can I hang some artwork here?” you called out to him in the kitchen. His head peeked around the corner. “Sure, let me help you.” He disappeared and then quickly reappeared with the tools needed for it. He hung up all of them.

“Thanks for letting me hang these up here.” You thanked him, your eyes looking to the ground. With his finger, he made you look up at him. “Please, it’s the bare minimum,” he whispered. That was definitely not that. He pulled you into a quick hug, then turned around to look at the art.

“They are really pretty. Did you paint these?” he asked he asked shyly. “Yeah, some of them last year and some a long time ago,” you laughed. “I like that one the most,” he giggles, and points to the one that was a portrait of him.

“Okay, that was painted last week,” you rolled your eyes. “You’re so in love with me, it’s funny." “Don’t act like you don’t love me too, Sainz.”

☆

“YOU’VE DONE IT!” you yelled as you jumped into his arms. Your boyfriend just won a grand prix. A GRAND PRIX. At that moment, you were proud of him like you weren’t of anyone before. This was the first grand prix you attended, and he already made it so memorable.

“It was because of you! You’re my good luck charm!” he laughed. He smelled like champagne, sweat, and happiness, if that even made sense. He held you close, and in that moment, you felt you two were the only people on earth.

“My man just won a grand prix,” you whispered into his ear, calming him down a bit. You wish you could be stuck in this moment forever. And while celebrations were fun, coming home was something you both were looking forward to.

Carlos opened the front door to your house, your now colorful hallway greeting you both. He was happy you came with him, but if you didn’t, he knew you would be eagerly waiting for him at the end of the hallway. You left your suitcases there and just went to the kitchen to cook up something quick.

Like the gentleman that he is, he helped you cut up everything. Your laughs echoed through the whole house. You couldn’t stop laughing even when you were eating, his effect on you was noticeable. Carlos washed and dried the dishes with you. Ugh, such a gentleman.

You tiptoed to your shared bedroom, heading straight towards your bathroom. “Do you want a facemask too?” you asked as you felt his body behind you. He became shy all of a sudden. “I mean, if you want to and have one for me,” he stuttered over his words, and you laughed. You couldn’t comprehend how he was so shy at times.

The cold feeling from the mask hit your face. He put on his mask too, and smiled at you. “You’re so cute.” He loved watching you do your skincare routine, he was just so mesmerized by you. He sat on the edge of the bath, his eyes never leaving your face.

He was studying everything and making a mental note to himself about which stuff is for your eyes, lashes, lips... He knew you like his favorite song. His mask was pulled off way later than yours, and he headed straight towards your comfortable bed.

You ran after him almost instantly and plopped right next to him. Your breathing synced up, and you could feel a smile forming on your lips. You tilted your head to look at Carlos, only to find him already looking at you. Only smiles were exchanged; no words were needed.

You loved this. Comfortable silence with him. You never felt so relaxed when you didn’t know what to say. He threw a blanket over you two, and you wriggled out of it.

"Carlos, we have to change into pajamas." “No, we don’t have to, baby. Come cuddle.” He stretched his arms out towards you. Pulled under the covers again. “You’re lucky I love you,” you muttered out under your breath, and he giggled.

You both got comfortable pretty quickly. Now, no one could pull you out of here. “Good night, princess.” His lips tickled your forehead as they placed a quick kiss.

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You heard the door opening. He was finally home. You ran down the hall and threw yourself around him. A little peck from you landed on his cheek, and he returned it. There was sadness on his face. Something you haven’t seen in a long time.

“What’s wrong?” you asked as you led him to the table where he had dinner waiting for him. His favorite food. “You ate already?” he asked when he noticed the absence of a second plate. Changing the conversation. Wow. So original.

“Carlos. Answer my question.” “I finished out of points.” He grunted as he sat down. You let out a heavy exhale and sat across from him. It could’ve been worse. “Don’t beat yourself up because of that. You’re a great driver; it just wasn’t your weekend.”

"Well, it hasn’t been my weekend for a long fuckin’ time.” He mumbled under his breath. Sometimes comforting him was like consoling a child. You didn’t know what to say and just watched him eat from his plate.

You hated when he was like this, because there was nothing you could do about it. Either he’d get over it or just be quiet for the whole day. You stood up from the table and walked slowly towards the kitchen.

You knew this wasn’t your fault, but it felt like that. You sat on the counter, looking out of the window. His footsteps echoed through the room. He carefully placed the plate in the sink, and his hands gripped your hips.

“Y/N,” he started his sentence, “I’m sorry.” You lifted your gaze to look at him. Your eyes were glossy, and that’s when he knew he fucked up. “It’s really not your fault, I shouldn’t be acting like this.” “It’s fine.” “No. It’s not.”

You knew it wasn’t fine. It tore your heart apart to see him in a shitty mood. He brought you into a hug. His cologne enveloped you, and you buried your head into his chest. His fingers played with your hair as he stroked your head.

A tear fell onto his hand when he pinched your cheek. You wanted to speak up, but you couldn’t find your voice. Carlos was one of the people you wanted only the best for.

“Please,“ you finally spoke up, “just talk to me when you’re feeling bad. I swear it’s better for us both.” He exhaled and looked down at you. “You should’ve told me sooner,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have to tell you that,” you thought as you wriggled out of his hug.

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“Come on! We’re gonna be late!” he yelled out as you walked out of the bedroom. His eyes scanned your body. “Oh. We can stay home if you want,” he changed his mind pretty quickly. You had to pull out the new dark red dress for this occasion.

Today was your 3rd anniversary, and Carlos, the great boyfriend that he is, booked a table in the most expensive restaurant. You ushered him into the car. You weren’t running late, but you were on the edge of that.

Quiet, calming music from the radio filled your ears. The ride wasn’t supposed to be long. It felt like that, though. You were looking out of the window, your eyes scanning the new buildings you hadn’t seen yet. Carlos’ hand landed on your thigh. That gave you a weird feeling of comfort.

But it didn’t last long as he parked his car. He got out of the car and then ran around it to open your door. You blushed at the act and placed your hand in his. “Let’s go, ma’am,” he said, and you laughed. You got through the reception, and the waiter took you to your table.

Carlos really took his time with this. The table overlooked the city of Madrid, with all of the city lights shining brightly. It looked beautiful. He pulled out your chair for you, and you giggled. “So what can I get for you?” the waiter asked as you both sat down.

“Just a non-alcoholic beer for me and a bottle of wine for my lady. What kind do you want?” he asked. He knew which one you always ordered, but he didn’t want to risk getting something you wouldn’t drink.

“Red wine. Please.” You smiled and opened the menu. “Is that all for the drinks?” he asked, and you both nodded quietly. “I’ll let you pick out the food,” he turned around on his heel, strutting towards the bar.

Carlos smiled at you. His smile was something that warmed your heart every time. He grabbed your hand and drew small shapes with his thumb. He always knew how to comfort and calm you. You broke eye contact with him and admired the city, while he admired you.

The waiter came with the drinks and took your order. You ordered something simple, like always. You started eating together, and the conversation topics floated effortlessly. He was in the middle of telling a story about the crazy stuff he did with his cousins when his phone rang.

‘boss’ was the name that popped up on the screen, and you chuckled. “Hold on, I have to take this,” he said, walking away from the table. You continued eating.

Something was off when 20 minutes flew by and he wasn’t back. Finished the food. Still nothing. Drank enough wine. Nothing. Nearly an hour has passed, and still nothing?

You stood up and went towards the bar. “Hey, do you by any chance know where my boyfriend is?” you asked, completely desperate for an explanation. “He paid your bill and left,” the waiter behind the bar said with a calm expression.

You deeply exhaled and walked back to the table to grab your purse. You stormed out of there. What the fuck? Why didn’t he tell you anything? You were sitting there like a dumbass for a long time, waiting for him.

You called yourself an uber, and while the drive was awkward, it was definitely better than sitting in a car with Carlos. “Got stood up?” the man asked, his gaze focused on you in the mirror. “No, it’s complicated.”

“Relationships are complicated,” he laughed. At least that made you feel a bit better. Again, it wasn’t a long drive, so you were home relatively quickly. You walked into the hallway, which felt a bit more colorless than before. Your shoes came off quickly, and you threw yourself on the couch.

Defeated—that’s how you felt. A tear slid down your cheek.

You woke up in your bed next to Carlos. He probably carried you upstairs. He looked peaceful. So pretty. You hated that you loved him so much. How you could forgive him anything.

Your brain was fighting itself, you didn’t know what to do. Carlos was everything to you. First crush, love, relationship. But this really hurt. It was like he didn’t even care about anything. Your bed feels as hard as a rock now.

You couldn’t fall back asleep. Turning, flipping your pillow and blanket. You tried everything. Still up. Your brain was filled with Carlos. Did he not realize how much this would’ve hurt you? Work is important; you get that. But you couldn’t even get a heads-up that he was leaving?

You were mad and sad, and the tears you pushed back that evening came out. And they weren’t stopping anytime soon. Everything dawned on you all of a sudden. You grabbed onto your blanket and wiped your tears into it.

And you were 12 again, crying over a boy who didn’t like you back. Your heart shattered into a million tiny pieces, and you wished the man who was lying behind you would pick them up and glue them together. You fought the cry, which nearly came out of your throat, and reached for your phone to look at the time.

The phone brightened up the whole room, and you groaned. 4:55. Too soon. Apparently you weren’t the only one who was surprised by the brightness because the man next to you turned to face you. He was still sleeping. Thank god.

You didn’t want to deal with him this soon. You put the phone back on the nightstand and snuggled up under the covers. You felt his arms wrap around your waist. Somehow, his touch lost that warmth, and you felt goosebumps on your whole body.

You didn’t know what to do. Another round of tears rolled down your cheeks, and you never felt weaker. He had an effect on you. It used to be a positive one, but now you weren’t sure if you could continue with this.

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Where was he? The question brewing in your mind. Yeah, he was supposed to be working. But it’s 10 p.m. Your stress levels were increasing by every second. You were starting to worry about him. The dinner on the counter had already been reheated 15 times by now.

You sat down on the cold floor, staring at the ceiling. Your fingers fidgeted with the string of your sweatpants. Anything could’ve happened to Carlos, and you didn’t know. Your worries were cut short as a knock landed on the front door.

You shot up from the spot you sat on and ran towards the door. Your keys jingled as you tried to unlock the door as fast as possible. The handle probably left a dent in the wall from how fast you opened it.

And there he was. Carlos, with Charles by his side. You threw yourself into his arms, and he hugged you back. "Okay, Carlos, you’re home now. See you tomorrow!” Charles said carefully and slowly. He turned on his heel and walked rapidly back to his car.

As the front door closed, Carlos still didn’t let go of you. One close look at him and you could tell he’s drunk. You brought him to the kitchen and sat him down on a bar stool. “Come on. Eat. Or you’ll have a massive hangover.”

He ate slowly, talking about his evening. You stood on the other end of the counter, looking at him like you were a disappointed mother. Arms crossed on your chest gave you a feeling of security and comfort. Something you needed right now. As he was finishing his food, you decided to speak up about something you both dreaded to mention.

“Why did you go to the bar? You told me you were gonna come home immediately after work.” He looked up at you, like he was a deer in the headlights. “I just wanted to go out with the guys after a tough day,” he said, like he couldn’t figure out why you were mad. You just exhaled, not saying anything. But your stare spoke a million words.

“Don’t tell me you’re mad because of that.” He spoke as he handed you an empty plate. You bit into your bottom lip and turned away from him—towards the sink. You turned on the water, so it flowed slowly as you washed his and your plate, which had been in the sink for the past three hours. Carlos scoffed.

“You got so boring. What happened to you?” You ignored his drunken indiscretions and continued scrubbing the plates. He sat in silence, at least until the water flow stopped. You grabbed the closest dishcloth, not wanting to turn to see him. There were tears in your eyes, threatening to spill out of your eyes at any second now.

“You know, Y/N,” he started, “you changed. You aren’t yourself. You used to be so fun.” You swore you felt like someone had stabbed you right there, and you were starting to bleed out. Maybe past or sober Carlos would help you, but this one just wanted to put another knife through you.

“It’s like you don’t even care about my feelings, I never have fun anymore.” And there it was. The tears spilled from your eyes like a waterfall, and if your heart didn’t break before, now it definitely has.

“I can’t even have fun anymore.” He mumbled and walked out of the kitchen. A sob escaped your lips, and the salty drops covered the newly polished plates. You kept polishing them over and over again, breaking down even more in the process. That job was like a never-ending one.

His hurtful words were on repeat in your head, and you swore your knees started giving out. More sobs filled the room, but you stopped crying once you heard faint footsteps.

“Are you coming to bed or are you gonna keep polishing those dumb plates?” His tone was harsh, something you had never heard before. “I don’t want to sleep next to you tonight.” You whispered into the air.

“Night.” He grunted and turned off the lights in the hallway. You finally put the plates in their place.

“Second time you’re falling asleep on the couch.” You thought to yourself as you sat down. You felt like crying again, but there was nothing that could come out.

You reached for the blanket on the other end of the couch and found a comfortable position. What else could you think of other than your boyfriend?

You knew he was drunk. He probably didn’t mean it. You’ve done some shitty things while you were drunk too. But what if it wasn’t just the alcohol in his blood? Were you boring? Did you change? Were you good enough for Carlos?

A singular tear fell on the pillow. You wish you could just fall asleep and not think about Carlos for once. It helped you fall asleep most of the time, but it was also your greatest enemy in times like these. You hugged yourself, but nothing could generate the warmth Carlos hugged you with. A sob left your mouth.

“Can’t fall asleep. Please, Y/N,” Carlos’ voice scared you. “Please,” he begged again, and you stood up. He let you lead the way, slowly walking behind you. You threw yourself into your shared bed.

He just sat down on the edge. You looked at him for a second before turning on your other side and falling asleep. Carlos just sat there, looking out of the window. He finally laid down next to you, falling asleep nearly immediately with the familiar body right next to him.

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Family dinners. Something you both hated and looked forward to. Your mom handed you plates, then just ushered you out of the kitchen to the backyard. Your cousins and you neatly set the table, talking about stuff that has happened since you last saw each other.

You felt like a kid again. Everyone finally sat down and started eating. You felt terrible, and your face probably showed it because your aunt asked the thing you did not want to hear.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” she asked genuinely, and you just shrugged. You were defeated. You always attended his family events, and he couldn’t even come on time to yours? You swallowed a lump in your throat.

“Probably at work,” you said, not even looking up from your plate. “Huh. Asshole.” Hearing your brother mutter out that about his friend shocked you. Your mom nodded, and your dad just sighed.

An uncomfortable silence fell over the table. You preferred this over them calling you out. But it’s a family dinner, after all. “I know you love him, Y/N, but that age gap isn’t great,” your cousin proclaimed.

“He isn’t treating you right; younger you would never take that disrespect.” Another cousin agreed with her. You finally looked up to see the whole table staring at you. You didn’t know what to say. Maybe because they were right.

“You could’ve spent your twenties partying, and you’re with that guy.” Your dad spoke up. And you knew it was bad when he commented on it.

You exhaled deeply, opened your mouth to talk, and your brother already had his head in his hands. It’s like he was getting ready for whatever you were going to say.

“You love to just hate on everyone and everything, right?” Every pair of eyes looked away from you. Your phone vibrated in your lap, and you grabbed it. “I’m in front of the house.” You stood up from the table and became the center of attention once again.

“You don’t know him that well! You just love to judge everyone!” you shouted as you slid-opened the glass door. “I know him too well!” your brother yelled out. You slammed the door and ran up to your room.

“Give me 5 mins” you typed out with tears in your eyes. For those 5 minutes, you just sat on your old bed, trying to calm yourself down. Your feet swiftly carried you downstairs.

As you were about to make a turn for the door, you saw Carlos sitting in the backyard, laughing with everybody. You walked outside, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I let your boyfriend in, if you don’t mind,” your brother joked, making everyone laugh. Are you going absolutely fucking crazy? Just a few minutes ago, they hated him, and now they are making it seem like you had a problem with him.

You swore you were going to go insane, but you just sat down, smiling at your family. It’s fine. Everything will be fine. But as the night went on, it didn’t feel like that.

He was ignoring every ounce of affection you gave him. Acting like you didn’t exist. And now you regret defending him so much.

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You were in the middle of the unspoken routine you and Carlos adapted during the last few days after a big fight. You cleaned up after dinner while he read emails and work-related stuff.

He fell asleep because his soft snores filled the entirety of the living room. You grinned, and your heart broke at a thought that popped up in your head. You sat on the bar stool, and it’s like he felt like you were watching him because he woke up and opened up his book, continuing with his work.

Observing him was more fun when you two weren’t mad at each other. That isn’t the case today. He 'studied‘ the whole book, and you just sat there until he closed and placed it on the coffee table. You were internally fighting yourself.

Was this a good idea? Is it going to be absolutely worthless? You couldn’t even predict how you were going to act; how could you know how he was going to react? A little voice spoke quietly in your head. It’s going to be better. Let it go. You were walking towards the hallway when his deep voice surprised you.

“Are you not even going to say anything?” All the pent-up anger made its way to the surface. “You should say something!” you spat out, putting the emphasis on you. He looked down.

“Are you really making yourself the victim?” you continued. “What are you talking about?” he asked, not realizing you were one dumb question away from breaking down.

“YOU ARE THE ONE WHO IS RUINING THIS,” you strutted towards the couch, “and you’re not even realizing it.” He stayed quiet, waiting for whatever you had to say next.

“You used to actually care about me.” You shed a tear, and he stood up to hug you. But you just pushed him away. “Don’t pull that shit, Carlos.” He exhaled and sat down.

“I gave you everything!” you shouted. “All my attention, all my time, all my energy—I gave it all! And you did nothing with it!” You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. Something in them screamed: When will she finally calm down? And that angered you even more.

“I don’t know shit about your life anymore! You don’t tell me anything! I have no idea how Ferrari is doing or what happened in the paddock. If you can’t even share the most basic information, how the fuck can we function as a couple?” You asked a rhetorical question. You didn’t want him to answer.

“It’s like my love and me are just extra weight on your shoulders. Is my affection annoying? Huh?” He looked up at you. You loved his deep brown eyes, but now you they were just making you angrier.

“I never knew you felt like that." “Yeah, of course you never know. It’s like you’re blind. Or maybe you just don’t fucking care! So stop acting like you do.” His clueless eyes scanned your hurt face. Maybe he actually didn’t know. But it’s not like that was an excuse.

He deeply hurt you, and there was no apologizing he could do; that was enough. “Please let me make it up to you,” he pleaded, his voice cracking nearly every word. “I swear, I didn’t mean it.” You burst into tears.

“No. Just let me end this.” Words rushed out of your mouth before you broke into another sob. A tear rolled down his cheek. This just broke your heart more. “You wouldn’t...” he said quietly.

“I would,” you looked him in the eyes, “and that’s what I’m doing right now.” “We’re done?” he asked like a little boy. “Yeah, Carlos. I’ll pick up my stuff later." You said as you walked through the hallway. The only thing you picked up were your keys.

You smashed-closed the front door and sat in your car. You couldn’t bring yourself to drive away. Leaving all the memories behind you. Most importantly, the 7-year-old you who would swear he was your soulmate. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.

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#f1 angst #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #f1 imagine #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fic #carlos sainz fanfic

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juicywritinghoard · 3 months

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a few more prompts

This crime is going almost too well?

Can you play with my hair?

Of all the people to body swap with. Of all the days.

This is no time for cute cat pictures and heart emojis!!!

And ANOTHER THING. Zombies-

Hey. Honestly? [deep breath] [SCREAMS]

Nothing like yard sale drama and intrigue!

I did not see your text. Actually I can't read. It's very sad. Sudden onset adult illiteracy is very real-

Do not put it in your mouth!

I know I got in trouble for buying them a very cool toy last time, but hear me out.

Bite me. You gotta.

I am not eating this raw, actually. Nope.

How long did it take you to make that for me? NO I am not crying

You drive me insane. Obviously I would go to hell for you

What does this button do? I gotta know

Sword fighting is even more charged than I expected and I was not prepared

I know you grew up in a wet cardboard box all alone but I cannot believe you have not experienced this. I think we have to, right now, immediately

We both showed up alone to the couples cake decorating class, so obviously-

Oops! Run

It hurts, but it rules

After a bad day, what we really need is some chocolate and violence.

Meow? Are you kidding me?

Oh don't even get me STARTED on monsters-

Pick your battles. As in let go of some of them please I swear you cannot fight it all

You know that object from the thrift store we thought was haunted? Haha so guess what,

Good chances we all die. Counterpoint, everyone who lives gets ice cream with sprinkles, so gear up!

I think I pretty explicitly said not to get it on the carpet.

So your mic wasn't off,

Please dress up with me? Please please please?

It isn't my blood. Don't get it twisted

Can we kiss behind the mini golf windmill one more time?

Magic is real, it just looks fake.

Quick! Propose to me! Also, what's your name?

We have to get you a new super costume.

You're enchanting. You're resplendent. You're a little bit on fire,

I gotta be honest. I have no idea what's going on and I think I waited too long to say so. Sorry?

Why do they have cat ears? They're supposed to be DEAD

I have normal feelings about this. And regular opinions. And I'm vibrating a reasonable amount.

Help, help, I'm not supposed to be in this universe!!

I will help you ruin your hair, obviously, but you have to tell me what's going on.

You wore that to the funeral??

Baking is science. Wizardry is science. You know what isn't science?

Tired, angry, and covered in spaghetti sauce, and here I am at your door. But I can explain?

Bear. Seriously

gonna destroy you and end your legacy forever xoxo <3

Nothing could possibly make me laugh right now. Don't you dare start doing silly voices at me.

You know what this giant fancy crystal is good for? Blunt force head trauma

I know it's super dangerous but when your eyes glow like that I can't focus on the battle at all…

Life finds a way?

Fighting? No, no, we're having a great time arguing about this.

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star-girl69 · 1 year

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do you have any hcs for what dating natalie would be like?

Dating Natalie Scatorccio Headcannons

(pre and post crash)

warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol, regular yellowjackets things, tell me if i missed anything!!

pre crash

IM SORRY I LOVE NATALIE BUT…. SHES A LITTLE TOXIC BEFORE THE CRASH

and i mean you can partly place the blame on her using and also her home life, but still

she gets a little jealous…. gets a little crazy….

but sooner or later she’ll finally realize that she’s just being a little silly and apologize to you

date nights for her depend on her mood. if she’s happy? you’re going out and doing something! think shauna and adam in season one- mini golfing, jumping off bridges, etc

if she’s not in a good mood, then she probably just wants you and let’s be honest some drugs and/or alcohol (I LOVE HER I SWEAR)

if her dad is still alive then he’s real suspicious of y’all but HIS DAUGHTER BEING GAY??? HE REFUSES TO EVEN ENTERTAIN THE IDEA

just some gal pal’s to him

NATALIE AT SCHOOL IS WILD

when she’s not skipping she’s probably finding some way to annoy you

“will you come to practice today?” “sorry nat i have to study” “oh, okay. will you come to practice today?” “no, i have to study” “that’s cool. will you come to practice today tho?”

and if you’re also on the soccer team she is so happy!!! loves talking to you about what happened during the game bc unlike other people she knows, who don’t like soccer, or aren’t as into it as her, you just get it like no one else does

communicating with looks across the fields for sure

if you’re not on the team you basically are bc she INSISTS you come to every single game and every single practice

“PLEASE I HAVE A TEST TOMORROW I HAVE TO STUDY!!!!” “but like we win every time you’re there so….”

coach martinez genuinely told you to stop studying and get on the field and you were like ???

but he insisted so you walked out there until natalie was like ???

“you do realize y/n is not actually on the team, right, coach….?”

wilderness

natalie is so done with the wilderness as soon as she gets there like

especially during the summer months even if you suck you’re going hunting with her

like literally imagine just sitting on a tree stump while natalie just goes PEW PEW PEW and the brings back like a bunch of dead rabbits bc she’s amazing like that

she LOVESSSS reminding you (and everyone tbh) that she was the one to get the food

“omg this is so good” “thanks yeah what can i say i have a gift”

she totally finds a little corner of the cabin somewhere and just is like: me and you here ok? ok

winter months get crazy

all of sudden she’s like no don’t come hunting stay back but like you’ve gotten weirdly into it now and besides YOU WANT TO BE WITH HER??

“no you can’t come”

“why?”

“bc it’s cold!!!!”

“ok and??? you’re going!!!”

“ITS DIFFERENT OK”

“NO ITS NOT???”

eventually she’ll probably cave in and let you come but TRUST she is wrapping you up herself you look like a little penguin at the end probably

but if it’s ever like REALLY cold she is not above begging to make sure you stay in the cabin

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everything taglist:

@emilynissangtr

#yellowjackets x reader #natalie scatorccio #natalie scatorccio x reader

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chiprewington · 19 days

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hold up, i gotta know now. perry sneaked chip into a playground? :eye:

SOMEONE TOOK MY BAIT HAHAHAHA

But yes! This was prior to them being a relationship, but in the middle of them having... something akin to a friendship. Chip, being himself, is always gonna be reluctant with the idea of having a new "friend". Especially considering Perry's a toon, but in this specific instance he's already come around to respecting em. Starting to keep em more in his office and out of eir disguise instead of sending em off to do menial labor around the building.

It all started in the middle of some conversation, expert multitasking on display while he continued his usual duties, a back and forth about the differences between money making in Suitopia and Cog Nation vs Toontown. Of course, Chip would never understand Toons. What do you mean you get currency just by playing games on a trolley? Selling the fish you catch makes sense, or perhaps even winning races, but how does playing Mini Golf work in that regard? Instead of stocks, you can plant jellybeans and grow flowers? Ridiculous. He could never understand.

Then Perry mentions the Gumball Machine. There's this whole separate "Gumball" currency that lets you get boosters. Hello? Boosters that magically enhance the output you get? He'd be skeptical if not for the fact toons don't already make a lot of sense. Next thing you know he's curious enough to want in on this after learning of specifically the merit boosters, and Perry's willing to give him a portion of eir gumballs to mess around with.

The only question is, how do you safely bring a 11ft 7in chainsaw-faced cog into toon territory without everyone immediately panicking?

Easy.

Sheet ghost.

And you'd be surprised to know this actually Genuinely worked. It was funny enough, so no one noticed a thing. Come maintenance hour on a fateful Merit Monday, Chip was dragged into Acorn Acres to check the Gumball Machine for boosters of his liking. Gets himself a Cogbucks booster and a General Merits Booster.

New problem. People are asking about him. What's his deal? Why's he so tall? Why doesn't he talk? He's just a big bear toon. He doesn't talk and hides under a sheet because he's shy. Oh, what's his name? Chip- He's staring. Chip, uh... G...rumblenose.

He's still staring. He doesn't look very happy with that.

But the good news is that everyone else happily accepts that. He is now known as "Chip Grumblenose" much to his very painful dismay.

Once retreated back to Cut to the Chase, he'll sell off all the lumber he's been holding onto and profits hit a record high. Of course, no one in the company has to know that. No one has to see the fact he's made double, it's just magically all there. ...He just pockets half of it and acts like he got the standard amount.

...Of course, he can't ignore the fact Perry just helped him discover a new way to make a mean profit, and uses this newfound wealth to buy a little itty bitty something for em as thanks. Mentions it to Perry and ey're wholly expecting something small and simple. Ey don't mind that nor were ey actually expecting anything in exchange.

Instead, Chip buys em a motorboat.

Ey cannot recover.

Much like how Mr. Revvington can't recover from the fact he's now getting weekly cattlelogs out of nowhere, all directed towards a Mr. Grumblenose.

#ask #toontown #corporateclash #corporate clash #ttcc #toontown corporate clash #toontowncorporateclash #chip revvington #chainsaw consultant #perry winkles #my art #headcanons #long post

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braidlottie · 6 months

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"no way are we picking date night at random again! don't you remember last time? when we were the only people older than 10 at mini-golf?" with lottieshauna :3

this is kinda long i got Carried away 😅😅 making this transmasc!reader bc heh :3 also shauna is a candy crush Warrior!! And she trying to make u one too lmao

you laid in bed with lottie and shauna, just enjoying your evening with them. you rested your head on shauna’s chest while she played candy crush, making you laugh when she would curse to herself lightly. lottie was laying next you, reading a book, but she put it down, turning to you and shauna.

“we should go out tonight. we haven’t in a while.” lottie laid on her side, propping herself up on her arm.

“date night on a tuesday, lottie? what would we even do?”

lottie furrowed her eyebrows and looked at the ceiling, trying to think of an idea. “i don’t see why you don’t like just getting in the car and see where it takes us. unprepared date nights are so fun.” the taller woman pouted, playfully poking shauna’s thigh. shauna just shook her head in disapproval, giving you the phone so you could have a turn.

“no way are we picking date night at random again, lottie! don't you remember last time? when we were the only people older than 10 at mini-golf?” shauna scoffs, then laughs, covering her eyes when she remembers how she challenged a nine year old to a hole-in-one competition and how she embarrassingly lost by 14 holes.

“well, i’m stumped. what about you, handsome?” lottie patted your chest, smiling at how immersed you were into the game. “laser tag?”

“laser tag?” lottie repeated, not expecting you to say that at all. “ohh, that’s right. we saw yesterday that they opened a new laser tag place next to the mall.” shauna remembered. “can we go? please?” you sat up excitedly, giving your girlfriends your best set of puppy eyes.

“what time do they close?” shauna looked at the clock on the wall that read 6:24.

“9 pm. please, lottie?” you begged once more, and lottie obviously couldn’t say no. “go put some clothes on.” she slapped your ass and chuckled as you ran to the closet to get dressed.

#fluffy inbox time :3 #antlerbf #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #lottie x shauna #adult lottie #adult shauna #lottie thoughts 💭#shauna thoughts 💭#lottie shauna x reader #lottie matthews #shauna sadecki #shauna shipman #lottieshauna thoughts 💭

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saltofmercury · 1 year

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Hi! I have a curious ask. Feel free to tell me no though.

I saw this Tik Tok where this woman said she's 32 and never been in a relationship before (honestly it's me too) and everyone is either just flabbergasted by it or they don't believe her. And now I can't help but wonder what the boys of 141 would think.

(Doesn't have to be female for the reader though. I find it funny to see how others react 😂)

Please and thank you!

Hi babe, I think you wanted headcannons but I wrote this with gaz in mind 🫣

“First date”

“Shut the hell up.”

You had been sipping your beer, playing 21 questions with Gaz and Soap. The childish game Soap had brought up to finally get Gaz to speak to you.

You peered from behind your pint, face clearly flushed, you could just feel it. The heat of embarrassment telling them out loud the reality of your love life.

Gaz looked at you, drumming his fingers on the sticky and tacky table.

“You swear? Never been in any relationship?”

You nodded sheepishly, darting your eyes between both of them.

Soap had not stopped shaking his head, “Nuh uh I don't believe it for one second.”

Part of him was secretly pissed, now he couldn’t barrade you on your type of guy, or what your ex boyfriends had looked like or been like.

“So what is it then? Is it because you’re picky?”

Gaz had taken a large swig of his beer, looking at you, then staring back at the foam around the rim of his cup.

“She’s lyin’ there’s no way…” Soap kept pushing your buttons trying to prolong how he was going to ask you questions.

“Go on then, tell us why you’re so picky.”

You finally looked up, a bit upset at it all.

“Listen, nobody has ever asked me out. I’ve had some crushes here and there but I guess they never really liked me.”

“THEY didn’t like you? Tossers all of them, I mean what's not to like?”

Gaz had spoke, eye contact on you, a little furious at what he had heard.

Soap was smiling, cheesing so hard that Gaz had finally revealed a little bit of something.

You guys had paid, walking back home, Soap pretending he wanted to go see some of the shops. He walked a little ahead, leaving you two alone.

Gaz had started,

“Listen, I don’t think you should get down about it, there’s lots of people at your age where they haven’t met who they like.”

“I’m not sad about it Gaz,” you had exhaled, “it’s nothing new, I just think it’s annoying getting the response I always do.”

You knew what he was getting at. As if Soap hadn’t been telling you the past month about “what a cool guy he was,” “yeah he’s serious but I promise he blossoms once you get to know him”

He had shoved you playfully, attempting to make you feel better.

“Come on then, tell me what you look for in a boyfriend – er or girlfriend.”

You had peered up at him, “I like people who are kind, genuine, who don’t mind talking about their feelings.”

“Uh huh, what else?” Gaz had felt like he could possibly get a little more.

“What would you say to first dates? Like where do you like to go?”

You looked at him, “I like arcades, and mini golf.” you raised your eyebrows at him.

“Arcades and mini golf? What a coincidence! Those are my favorites too!”

You laughed out loud. You knew Gaz didn’t like those things, those were things you did with Soap. It was so hard for him to just say it.

“If you’re gonna ask a loser like me, just ask me Gaz.”

He looked at you stunned, smiling sheepishly at you. He grabbed your hand interlocking his fingers, softly, before asking–

“Alright sweetheart, what do you say? You and me, Saturday night?”

#ask #Gaz one shot #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #gaz #gaz mw2 #gaz imagine #gaz cod #call of duty

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alisinyobooty · 2 months

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First Date

Pairing: y/n and Chris Sturniolo

Summary: y/n and chris go on a dream first date after dating for a little while now

Warnings: none

Word Count: 805

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Me and Chris have been together for a while now, but we’ve never been on a real date. We are always with people and when we aren’t with people it's not ever really a date more like a hangout.

Sometimes Chris, Nick, Matt, and me enjoy watching whatever video they had filmed that week together in the living room. This week they made a video with Larray and the topic of a first date had been brought up by none other than Chris. “I wanna go to Top Golf,” Chris says referring to where he would like to go on a first date. “You wanna hit balls with your girl?” Arrington replies. “Yeah, and get like the big donut holes and fill them up with the jelly” “I love big donut holes” Larray buts in. Laughter comes from both the TV and the living room. “You bringing that up was so random though” Nick gets out in between laughs. “Well, the only reason I said it was because I had noticed me and y/n have never been on a first date” Chris turns to look at me. “Oh yeah you’re right we never have,” I said in a way that made it seem like I had no idea. “You know what. That's gonna change.” my eyes widened in slight shock from this statement. “Why's that?” I respond. “You’ll see tomorrow. Be ready by 6 in a nice outfit but make sure it's comfy” Chris says smiling from ear to ear. My cheeks reddened a bit. We all continued watching the video but I barely focused on it due to the fact all that was on my mind was what me and Chris’s day would be like tomorrow. I woke up earlier than usual the next morning filled with excitement. I pulled out a cute top and matching pants. Later my phone buzzed, Chris was here. I bolt down to see the familiar vehicle pull up. I get in the car, and I am greeted by not only Chris but also Matt. “You seem shocked to see me. Remember he can't drive”. “Oh yeah,” I say with a giggle. Eventually, we make it to Top Golf. “You kids have fun!” Matt jokes before driving off. Me and Chris walk into the place and do what we have to do. This was my first-time golfing, so Chris had to teach me. Every word he told me went one ear out the other, so he had to hold me. He hugged around me trying to show me how to pose and how to hit the ball. I got the hang of it pretty quickly. We spent hours upon hours “hitting balls”. I even got a big donut hole just like Chris had mentioned in the video. We ate some food too. Sadly, Matt came back meaning we had to go. “How did you kids like it” Matt still joking. Chris just ignored him. “It was really fun i loved it”. Chris hid his smile. “Well, right now we are on our way to Target because I have to get a few things and it'll be easier instead of making a million stops.” “ok,” me and Chris said in sync. Once we entered Target Matt was gone. That kid seemed to be on a mission. Me and Chris tried to keep up and while on our mini chase, we passed the pajama aisle. A gasp came from Chris and before I knew it, he was dragging me into the aisle. “Chris what are we doing here?” no reply. “Chris?” The boy was too focused on digging through the many clothing racks. “CHRI-” My yell is stopped by his sudden movements of pulling out two matching pj sets. A smile plastered on his face. “How about we have a sleepover”. Before I can even think we are running around Target looking for snacks and baking supplies. We check out and call Matt. “Bookie where are you,” Chris says in a funny high-pitched voice. “In the car waiting for you two to finish your lap around” “oh shit you saw us?” Chris's voice returning back to normal. “Yes. Now hurry up i ain't got all day”. The two of us get in the car out of breath from sprinting. Once we are at the triplets' place me and Chris get changed into our new clothes. The rest of the night is spent with us baking cookies, watching movies, laughter and cuddling. I check my phone and the time is plastered in my face 3:30 AM. “wow it got really late so fast. How many movies did we watch?” no answer. I look over and Chris is knocked out. “Welp guess that's my cue to sleep too,” I say to myself. Shutting the movie off, placing all our food somewhere else, and giving him a kiss on the forehead. “This was the best first date ever”.

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I literally can't write fluff . this is my first time writing it soo.😭😭 (if you want to send feedback feel free to!)

#chris sturniolo #fluff #sturniolo x reader #female reader #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo

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canirove · 1 year

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The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 9

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"How did David manage to get the whole thing closed down?" Declan chuckles.

"Perks of being a princess" I smile.

For our double date, Declan and Mason wanted to take us to play golf. But since neither Roberta nor I have ever played, going to an actual golf course was too much, so they decided to give the next best thing a go: mini golf.

David found a place, made some calls, and here we are, with the whole place for just for the four of us.

"So, how are we making the teams? Bffs vs bffs?" Mason asks.

"Hell no. We've never played golf before, that wouldn't be fair. Let's do couples" Roberta says, giving him one of her most charming smiles. "Don't you want to teach me how to hold the stick?"

"Golf club."

"What?"

"That's how the stick is called. Golf club" Mason says, getting closer to her and giving her a look that makes her giggle.

"Oh, God" Declan whispers next to me.

"Yep" I chuckle. "But hey, while they are busy flirting, we can take advantage of it and win."

"We aren't going to flirt?" he asks, trying not to smile.

"I didn't say that. And I am a woman, I can do two things at the same time. Can you?" I say with a mischievous smile.

"Watch me" he says as he leans forward, his face very close to mine.

"Ok lovebirds, who goes first?" Roberta asks, ruining the moment. Though maybe I should thank her, because if Declan kept getting that close and looking at me like that, I would have definitely ended on the floor after my knees had given up.

"Princesses go first" he winks.

"Alright then" I say, picking up one of the small balls.

"Are you sure you've never played before?" Mason asks me while I get ready.

"Nope. Why?"

"You are a natural" Declan says.

"Does that mean you won't be teaching me how to hold the stick?" I pout.

"If you ask like that" he says with a cheeky smile, moving to stand behind me. "The body is perfect, but the hands..." he says, putting his on top of mine, slowly moving them. "There. Give it a go now."

"Ok" I say, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding, missing his body against mine the moment he steps back.

"Nah, you are lying. You've played before" Mason says after the ball almost goes in.

"Beginners luck" I shrug.

"Or maybe she has a good teacher" Declan adds.

"My turn! Do I also look like a natural?" Roberta asks Mason.

"Almost. There are some things that need improvement" he says, moving to stand behind her and making her giggle. Again.

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"My God, they are disgusting" Declan says while we watch Mason helping Roberta for the millionth time, her giggles being heard everywhere.

"Don't be mean!" I say, giving him a little push. "I'm sure you've also had girls behaving like that when you’ve taught them how to play golf."

"You are the first girl I’ve taken to play golf” he says.

“Really?” I ask, my cheeks feeling warm.

“Yep. And besides Lilith, I haven't dated that many girls.”

"Anything I should know?" I ask, arching an eyebrow.

"They just liked me for my job, not for who I really am."

"That sucks. I'm sorry."

"It’s ok. Has that ever happened to you?" he asks.

"In my case it's been the opposite. I've hooked up with boys while on holidays who liked me for who I am, but who ran away and never looked back the moment they found out about my title."

"That won't be Declan" Mason says, joining us. "As you know, his mum is a big fan of yours, he's known who you are since forever. And he's also had a crush on you since the moment he started to be interested in girls."

"Mase!" Declan says, his eyes going wide.

"You hadn't told her yet? That's rude, bro. But now you know, Eleanor… Dec has always fancied you" Mason says with a mischievous smile. "He had a photo of you on the inside of his wardrobe, one where you were wearing a black dress. I think it was from your 18th birthday."

"Oh my God, I remember it! People went nuts because they realized you weren't a little girl anymore" Roberta says.

"She was not, was she, Dec?"

"Shut up" he replies, pushing Mason.

"I think I may still have that dress” I say.

"You do?" Declan asks, regretting what he had said the moment those two words left his mouth.

"You definitely need to find it and see if it still fits!" Roberta says.

"And you need to ask her out somewhere where she can wear it" Mason adds, patting his best friend on the back. "Like Italy, for example. We should go there once the World Cup ends. It's the perfect place to have a romantic dinner."

"Oh, yes! We can go to my granddad's villa!" Roberta says, definitely already planning everything on her mind.

"And then you can imitate those photos from last summer that you liked so much, the ones with the Italian guy. Do you still have them on your phone?" Mason smirks.

"I hate you" Declan says, walking away while his friend just laughs.

"Instead of laughing, you should be thanking him for not hitting you with his golf club" I say, following him while trying to ignore what Mason just implied. That Declan may have done things while thinking about me, and that he wouldn't mind repeating what Damiano and I did last summer.

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"This is it, Eleanor. If it goes in, we win" Declan says.

"And then you kiss to celebrate" Mason chuckles.

"Are we kissing to celebrate that we are losing?" Roberta asks him with a cheeky smile, resting her chin on his shoulder.

"We can kiss for whatever you want. Them winning, us losing, the sun coming out today, you being the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world..."

"Eleanor, please. Let's end this before they start taking off their clothes" Declan says.

"Ok" I laugh.

"And they've won! Are we kissing now, Mason?" Roberta says, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"We definitely are" he replies.

"See? Disgusting" Declan says.

"But cute. They make a nice couple."

"They do, don't they?" he smiles.

"So, what do I get for winning?" I ask.

"You? We both won."

"But look at the numbers. I was the best player, I deserve something."

"Do you want me to kiss you like they said?" Declan asks. He is looking at the floor, but I can see that he is smirking.

"The day you kiss me, I want it to be because you want to do it, not because I've won something and that is the prize."

"Who says that I don't want to kiss you?" he says as he looks up, his eyes meeting mine and making my heart skip a beat.

"I... I mean..."

"Now that this is over, can we get something to eat? I'm famished" Mason says. Saved by the bell.

"Eating Roberta isn't enough?" Declan says, his eyes still fixed on me.

"She's very tasty, but I need something else" he replies, making her giggle.

"I think they were selling burgers at the door. Or we can order something" I say, trying to avoid looking at Declan. If I keep doing it, I'm pretty sure I'll end up melting.

"Are you allowed to eat burgers? If you do, you'll probably have to burn them later in the gym" Roberta says.

"There are other ways to burn those calories" Mason says, grabbing her by the waist and kissing her cheek while she, once again, starts giggling.

"Ok, let's go before this starts getting even more awkward. Shall we, miss mini golf?" Declan says, offering me his arm.

"Miss mini golf?" I chuckle as I take it.

"That's your new title after today. Eleanor, Princess or Wales, heir to the English throne, miss mini golf" he says with a smile that makes me giggle like Roberta.

#declan rice #declan rice fanfic #declan rice imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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sending this ask as an excuse for you to go hogwild with peppino/pizza tower chatter bc i like to read it lol

Using this as an opportunity to distract from comms bc im tired of looking at this screen 😭

I think despite the hell Peppino went through, there are some levels/places that he actually enjoyed. Or at the very least, wouldnt mind visiting again. Off the top of my head, i am thinking of the saloon and the beach levels, but also the mini golf area 🥺

While i was playing the game (completely blind), I just assumed the tower was comparable to a real life train hub area; portals just led to different areas and districts. As in, these would be places you could visit outside of the tower if u had the means to take urself there. Its why despite the collapse, in the pepperman comic i did, he still offers to take Peppino to his villa. It still exists, its just that the shortcut the tower provided is gone. (This is also why Peppino and Gustavo can still do deliveries in the forest)

So like, now that the threat of losing his restaurant is gone, hes like. Some of those places looked Okay i guess 😒……. And Gustavo is like (prodding) ‘which places caught ur eye, then?’

Without the towers (pizzaheads) influence spawning in monsters to fight, the mini golf course is very fun. He gets to run Very Fast (already the best thing in the world) for very long periods of time, and smash into things to score goals. And if he wants to be Normal about it, he can just. Play golf the normal way lol (golf is also just a very calm sport to watch. He watches that shit all the time when hes home, and then passes out in his chair without realizing it)

The saloon is always nice to visit. It did blip on his radar as a place to try out, but he wasnt really incentivized to do so until vigilante started inviting him out. He doesnt go out often, but it is nice to have a little friend circle again :)

And the beach is like. Its a beach! Its weird for him; he probably didnt have any time or money to waste on shit like ‘visiting the beach’ before, so he feels out of place w all these people running around and having fun. He just likes to lay down and be in the sun :) He stays late into the evening, and drives back home in his shitty car 🧡 Everyone knows when he does his beach visit bc he tans so easily 😭

#answered #chattin #peppino #long post #i did not put it in the main body of this #but i hc that he does jogs n stuff in the morning #or at least walks; i do it w my mom so shes not bored and SHE does it to keep her knee from fucking up #so i like the idea of him going to the beach early in the morning to jog #and then relax on the beach for the rest of the day #someone teach him how to listen to podcasts; hed love it #also also #i have no idea if theres like #lore™️ about the tower but im stickin w that #i feel like it would get rebuilt anyway bc enough people use it as a proper hub #that having it blown the fuck up may in fact disrupt some peoples daily lives 😭#peppino is like its ALWAYS been there that wasnt the fucking problem!#the problem was that some fucker came to me like an apparation to tell me it was outfitted w a PIZZERIA BEGONE BEAM!!!#they can build the fucking tower again; just dont give it the fucking death beam; please 😭😭😭😭😭#i think gerome n them would be way more cautious about who decides to take up residence WITHIN the tower again #maybe they didnt have any say in the matter but Now they do

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MISS TIFF im so late to your selfship game but i still wanna know!!!! what kind of dates do you and eren n jean go on? what would they do if another guy hits on you?? what kind of flowers do they buy you?? i LOVE tiff+jean and tiff+eren i cant wait to hear more!!!

spicy selfship asks

omg tysm for asking!! dw i love talking about my lil guys 🥺

dates!

with jean, dates are always very elaborate and planned out days in advance. he's got a table booked at a fancy restaurant, a new outfit picked out for the night, and maybe some fun activity planned for after dinner as well, like ice skating or mini golf. he always treats date night like he's still courting me, rather than us being together for however long, so he pulls out all the stops to make it memorable and romantic.

eren doesn't really plan dates unless it's for a special occasion: valentines day or an anniversary or birthday. eren and i are always sitting on each other's laps any moment we're together, so he doesn't really feel the need to plan out any elaborate "date" when we're already together all the time. although, he loves going out and running errands together. dropping by at a cafe for a little treat on the way or maybe checking out a pretty park nearby, going for an impromptu hike because this trail sounds cool and he packed our stuff in the trunk, just in case. to him, these aren't dates, they're just "hanging w his gf". and also, every once in a while, we'll bail on some plans we have with friends last-minute and just hang out together and watch tv and order takeout.

jealousy!

jean gets really quiet when he's jealous. he'll see someone hitting on me from afar and suddenly his jaw is tense and his hands are balled up into little fists. he would never intervene because there's a part of him that's insecure about our relationship, so he's waiting for me to run off with this other random stranger and leave him alone, but i never do. (and he will absolutely make out w me sloppy style when i come back to his side after being hit on. "that guy was being so creepy to me" is all i have to say and suddenly jean's tongue is in my throat and both hands are grabbing at my ass)

ummmm, eren's not like that. eren will see someone talking to me and immediately he'll rush to my side and give the other person a murderous look. he will make this person feel so uncomfortable for even daring to look in my direction and won't relax even long after the other person leaves. eren will be angry at me for getting hit on. he'll get it out of his system and go back to normal after he's completely split me in half with his dick 💀 and then it becomes a joke. "remember when that guy thought he had a chance with you?" or even "hey, why don't you ask your little boyfriend to help you?" and he refuses to acknowledge the fact that he was so jealous he was shaking.

flowers!

first off, a bit of tiff lore!! but when i was younger, my dad passed away, and i got so many flowers and bouquets delivered to the house, so now i always associate flowers with death and grief and i don't actually like receiving flowers as a gift. i appreciate the gesture, especially from people who don't know that fact about me, but.......... i don't like flowers lol

jean knows this about me, so he gifts me candy or chocolate or stuffed toys instead. after dating for a while and getting sick of candy and having waaaaay too many stuffies in my room for a woman my age, i tell him to cut it out and find something else to get me instead. so this is why he plans all of the elaborate dates and experiences, rather than gifts.

eren also knows this about me, but he constantly forgets. he will get me roses on valentines day and an assorted bouquet on our anniversary or my birthday. he will remember several days later (usually when armin or mikasa mention something to him) and then make it up to me by buying something else--usually jewelry. it takes a while, but eventually, eren starts remembering on his own so he sticks to getting me jewelry for special occasions. always emeralds to match his eyes or gaudy heart-shaped necklaces that i would absolutely never buy for myself. (it takes him a while to realize that i also am not a big fan of jewelry, so then he just gets me lingerie because "i don't know what you fucking want!" and so he can tear it off of me and have an excuse to buy more)

#dahliaes #tiff.ask #aot #jean #eren #ask game #tiff.selfship

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andiwriteordie · 1 year

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Congrats on the followers, you absolutely deserve them!!

If you would want to, can you write some sibling willel fluff? (I’m sorry it’s not a very specific prompt😭) they’re just,,,so siblings

Hope you are having a good day!

ahhh thank you so so much!!! also WILLEL YES!!! here's a little modern au with high school willel, byler, and elmax for you! :)

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boys and boys and girls and girls

So, here’s a piece of advice for you:

Don’t go on a double date with your brother.

Especially if the person your brother is dating happens to be your ex-boyfriend.

Also especially if the person you are dating happens to be your brother’s date’s “worst frenemy” (their words, not El’s.)

…

Really, El did not think that date through, and it’s a really, really good thing that the four of them have known each other and have been best friends since middle school. She can’t imagine going on a date with a girl as pretty as Max and having it be as chaotic as this one had been. Though, honestly, El doesn’t know why she expected anything different.

First of all, Max has always been unafraid to tell people off—especially if they are rude, like the stupid man who was standing in front of them at the restaurant. So, her fight with him came as no surprise at all to El.

(Also, it was kind of hot, but that’s a whole other story.)

Second of all, Mike has absolutely zero filter and the world’s worst resting bitch face. So, when the poor waitress messes up Will’s order and Mike damn near bites her face off, El really, really can’t say she’s surprised.

(God, she’s glad she’s not the one who has to deal with him anymore. She has no idea how she put up with him for over a year. Thirteen year old El was very stupid and suffering from a very bad case of comp het.)

Anyways, despite the fact that Max and Mike get into fights with people at the restaurant and then some arguments with each other, the rest of the double date goes really well. Max and El kick both the boys’ asses at mini golf, and hey, El gets a few kisses from her girlfriend to celebrate. It’s a win-win situation, honestly.

It is a little bit awkward when Mike drops both Will and El off, though. He’d volunteered to drive tonight since the rest of them have to battle their families for cars, and so, Mike gets the fun job of dropping his boyfriend and El off first and then dropping Max off before he actually gets home.

So, uh… that’s how El ends up standing outside on her family’s porch, kissing her girlfriend and trying her damnedest to ignore the fact that her brother is kissing his boyfriend in the car a few feet away.

(She’s never doing a double date with Will and Mike again. Never in a million years.)

Eventually, El decides to be the responsible one, and she (very reluctantly) sends her girlfriend away, watching in amusement as Max scares the shit out of Will by knocking on his window. Will looks a little bit exasperated, but he gets out of the car with very minimal arguing.

Mike, on the other hand, starts bickering with Max the moment she gets into his car, and even as the two of them drive away, El can hear the two of them bitching at each other.

…

Hopefully, they won’t kill each other before Max gets home. That would be very unfortunate.

“So,” Will says slowly, once Mike’s car has disappeared from view.

El raises an eyebrow, turning to look at her older brother. “So…”

“That… sure was something,” Will remarks. He’s fighting a smile and beating around the bush—typical Will behavior.

“You mean it was a trainwreck,” El deadpans, and Will just snorts. “We are never doing that again.”

“Oh, thank God.” Will breathes a sigh of relief, and he walks over to their family’s little porch swing, all but collapsing onto it. “El, you know I love you and Max, and obviously, I love Mike, but… tonight was—”

“The worst possible thing that we could’ve done?” El finishes.

“Yes!” Will moans, holding his head in his hands. “Have you ever realized we’re practically dating the same person? Like… same person, different fonts, El. I know this whole little rivalry of theirs is just for show, but Jesus, I really thought Mike was gonna end up pushing Max into the water at the mini golf place!”

El giggles, and she takes a seat next to her brother, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Max would have killed him if he did that,” she points out. “And I would have taken a video and laughed.”

Will lifts his head, making a face at her. “Dude, you’ve got to stop threatening to kill my boyfriend.”

“I’ll stop when your boyfriend stops being an idiot!” El retorts, and Will just makes another face at her.

“Don’t be rude,” he scolds, poking her side lightly. “I swear to God, Max is such a bad influence on you. It was bad enough when you were just friends, but now that you’re dating, it’s even worse.”

Once again, El just laughs. “Sometimes, relationships bring out the best in you,” she says wisely, “but other times, they bring out the worst in you. I am happy my girlfriend brings out the worst in me. It’s kind of fun being evil, especially when it gets you and Mike riled up.”

An exasperated little sigh escapes Will’s lips, and he leans his head on top of El’s own. After a few moments of quiet, he mutters, “You’ve really taken this ‘youngest child’ thing to heart, haven’t you?”

“Yep!” El says cheerfully. “It’s a lot of fun. I can see why you enjoyed being the youngest for so long. Sorry you got demoted to middle child.”

Will sticks his tongue out at her. “I hate you,” he deadpans.

“I love you too, Will,” she says, before standing and offering her brother a hand. “Now, come on. I’m in the mood to watch the Reputation Stadium Tour again, and you’re going to watch it with me.”

Her brother just laughs as El pulls him back into their house. There’s a fond, loving smile on his face, and despite their disastrous double date and how their partners are both sort of insane, El wouldn’t change a single thing.

And when Will squeezes her hand and whispers back, “Love you too,” El gets the feeling her brother feels the same way.

#andi's asks #willel #byler #elmax #byler ficlet #elmax ficlet #andi writes not dies

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SCP: Special Craft Projects

A list of weird requests I've had for various things on site. Some from staff, some from our residents. And one from a kitten, via his human spokesperson.

035 once asked me to do some calligraphy for him. He wanted a quote in copperplate, bright red ink. The quote? "Have you considered the possibility that it is, in fact, your fault?" To be sent to 079. Request denied on order of O5.

682 once asked me for a hat. Granted, he looked really cute with his yellow bobble hat last winter. Next winter... he gets a matching hat and scarf.

Dr. Gears asked me to do some diagrams for him... for an Indian motorcycle engine. Not my best, but they still hang in the lobby to his office.

Dr. Clef keeps asking me for a lei. Not sure if he's teasing me.

053 has a standing order for cookies once a week, for her tea parties with 682 and 999. Did not know jellybean cookies were a thing, but they are now!

Agent Strelnikof asked me to make some toys for Niko. Wound up making a few, ranging from little hacky sack things filled with cellophane to a catnip banana. The cheese pillow was a hit though, it was a block of swiss with hidden little treat pockets where the holes were. Niko sleeps on it.

Abel asked me for a crochet sheep. With a sword. Wound up creating a weirdly cute Link/sheep mix plushie.

Origami shoes. Just... how? Why? And how much of the wacky lettuce led to this one?

Hand Drawn Cassie once asked me to draw her ice skating. That was fun.

Cain asked me to crochet him a cactus. A six foot tall cactus, with flowers. Still debating on that one.

A Mario chain chomp, with chain.

Another 035 calligraphy request: "Already disturbed, just go away already!" This one I gave into. It's on the outside of his door on days he can't be bothered.

049 requested a couple of signs himself. First, a dual sided plaque with the classic Doctor is in/out, and then... Autopsy in progress, please do not disturb.

Several people have asked me to crochet scarves, hats, toys... but only Leonard "Lenny the Letch" O'Hare would ask me to make him a hooker. Denied. In fact... Clef and I laughed him right out of the boss' office on that one.

A sailboat. Full sized. How?

Two goldfish, real size. Granted, used embroidery floss.

Got asked to draw a few NSFW things of certain anomalies. Denied. First... 076-2 and 073 are my brothers. Iris is my sister. Not biologically, but that is a line I do not cross. Second... not my style. Third... Abel doesn't like you, Karin. At all.

Dr. Iceberg asked me to bake him a pecan pie once. Not all that weird, but Iceberg doesn't really ask for a lot, or often. He said it was almost as good as his mom's. I call that high praise indeed.

Since Clef found out I can cook, I get weekly requests for cheesecake. I'm running out of recipes! Another unexpected hit: lemon cake.

343 asked me to make him a door sign. Nothing fancy, just "Please wipe your feet". Granted.

Geoff, one of our elevator guys, asked me to crochet him a mini Chris Redfield. Gave him a matched set of Redfields, after all can't break up siblings, right?

A Tetris themed afghan, for Agent Markovich. Iris wanted a surprise for his birthday. That was a fun challenge.

Used to muck about making my own dice for RPGs. I had to stop due to getting headaches. That... and the last dice I made, an eyebleeding neon tie dye nightmare set for Dr. Bright. Never. Again.

Dr. Glass asked me for some ink blots, like the psych test ones. He also asked me to do some garden landscapes for him. Both are framed, landscapes in the lobby. The ink blots are at his apartment.

Clown shoes. Nope, I do not think so.

Golf clubs. Not kidding. Had to say no on that one.

A life size version of 999. I'm thinking about it. Maybe as Evie's Yule gift this year.

Origami grenades. How are those even supposed to work, Clef?

A cape. Hey, anything you need, Cactus Man.

A ball gag. Yes, for Dr. Bright. Denied. Just order from Adam & Eve, Dr. Rights! Or... 100 mph tape.

Shotgun cozies. Didn't even know such things existed.

Wizard's hat, blue velvet, with hidden pockets. Eobard, my man... those things never stay on, plus I am not a hatmaker! What's wrong with a hood?

106 asked me for a skeleton once. It's almost done, just gotta assemble Mr. Squishybones. Once I figure out how.

A mini version of 682. Yes, it was for 053, Evie. She sleeps with it.

A voodoo doll of Dr. Gears. Not for pins, though... 166 wanted to hug it, so maybe he'd cheer up a little. Clef thought it was cute, granted. No signs it's working yet though.

Voodoo doll of Dr. Clef. I did make one, but since it was intended for bad purposes... that went to 166 too. Clef has been less edgy since, so maybe it works?

Mikell Bright once asked me to make a few pieces of jewelry for him. Nothing fancy, just a chainmaille bracelet for Claire and a necklace for one of his lady companions. Took me a few weeks, but in the end it was good enough. The damn bracelet was worse, that was supposed to be almost like a bracer. I no longer do chainmaille.

035 asked for a bubblegum pink crochet bikini. Managed to talk him out of it. Dr. Gears thanked me for that. Weird Thursday, but that's the Foundation for you.

A cup of coffee. With googly eyes. Dr. Glass has him on his bookcase in his office, calls him Dr. Java. Cute, but also good for getting younger patients to open up.

And finally... yet another rejected Karin Moritana request: photorealistic nude blanket of Abel. Nope. Nope. Nope. That is a giant nope, and yes... I did make her go see Dr. Glass about her obsession with my brother. Clearly, homegirl needs help.

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #agent rabbit #dr clef #dr gears #dr bright #scp 049 #dr glass #scp 076 2 #scp 105 #hand drawn cassie #scp 682 #scp 166 #scp 035 #what were some of you smoking

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silverstonesainz · 7 months

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frat star 101

a crash course on all things frat

okay so some of you might be wondering, what the fuck is a frat? well here i am, with three years of being active in the greek community (and a self-proclaimed frat RAT), here to share a bit of my knowledge.

if you have any questions that i did not answer in this post or wanna talk more in depth about my experiences, feel free to DM or send in an ask! and if any of my fellow greek life peeps see that i miswrote something or missed something in general, pls dm and ill make those changes!

-> FAQs

so what’s a fraternity/sorority? the most basic explanation for this would be that they are a college organization/club. fraternities are exclusively men, sororities are exclusively women. there are co-ed fraternities, but those are more academic/degree/community service based. there are different councils of sororities/fraternities (IFC, PHC, MGC, NPHC), but in terms of this au, that doesn’t really matter.

why do people join? a multitude of reasons really: making friends, networking, philanthropy, community service, resume building, etc etc! if you take it seriously, you get a lot more out of it than a social life. personally speaking, i’ve grown a lot as a person and it has benefitted me a lot in my professional life.

what do they do? theres a lot of things that fraternities/sororities do on campus and in their community. philanthropic events are a big one. every chapter has a different charity/organization that they support, and the means of how they raise money and support their org! its a fun way to keep the greek community connected n stuff. and they make it competitive so chapters go against each other. lots n lots of fun

they also host social events. chapters can host date night/parties, socials, & semi-formals/formals! date nights and formals are usually open to invite anyone (with reason), where as socials are chapter to chapter (i.e. lambda chi alpha and alpha delta pi). what they do at these events just depends on the chapter hosting. it can range from mini golf to a movie night. it all depends.

the only thing sororities can’t do is throw parties. it goes against NPC standards & by-laws for sorority women to throw large scale events like that in their houses. i can’t quote the exact rule but its there. fraternities on the other hand… they do whatever they want i GUESS

and then internally we have retreats for sisterhood/brotherhood building and a bunch of fucking meetings. it’s much like a business, except you pay to do it.

what’s the point? the point is what you make it. sororities and fraternities can cater to an experience that you’re looking for. a thing i always heard as an active is you get what you put in. if you’re looking for a social life, you can get it. wanna network??? gain leadership experience?? plan events?? greek life could help you too. and greek organizations can benefit you post grad too with their alumni network. and also, you’re not limited to your own chapter, but those around you. again, its all about what you put in, and what you want to gain.

-> TERMINOLOGY*

recruitment- its a period in the semester where greek organizations can begin to accept new members. the process for sororities & fraternities differ, as sororities are much more formal and structured while fraternities are more casual and laid back. (informally known as rush/rushing)

chapter- can mean two things, depending on the context. so (1) its a way to differentiate the organizations in conversation. like for example my chapter is ABC and your chapter is XYZ. and (2) its what you refer to a specific greek organization at a specific university. so when im referring to my chapter, i’m specifically talking about sorority ABC at university DEF. confusing but again, its all in the context.

pledging- it’s the informal (and incorrect way) of referring to the new member process. officially, we don’t call it that bc of it’s negative connotations but we also still very much call it that.

pledge- its a new member in an organization, but again we don’t refer to out new members in that way bc that would be demeaning and considered hazing

greek row- refers to the street/area that greek organizations live in.

legacy- an individual who has had grandparents, parents, and/or sibling in a specific greek org.

executive board- student leaders of the organization that work to maintain order and keep up the chapter running (president, vps, secretary, etc etc). the executive board make up and positions vary from chapter to chapter.

honors/standards board- a different set of members asked to make sure that their members are upholding each individual org’s standards and bylaws. its also normally not members already serving on the executive board

dues- what you pay to be apart of the organization (varies from chapter to chapter, school to school)

big / little- it's a mentorship! getting your big bro/sis means getting a person that will guide you through your new member process and see you through to initiation (and beyond!) bigs will always be an initiated member and littles will be new members

*please note that some of these things sometimes are referred to differently on other campuses. this is just what my school uses.

-> EXTRA EXTRA

every chapter is different. . . seriously. not all fraternities/sororities run their orgs the same. and it also differs from school to school. a certain fraternity might be the sexiest most gentlemanly men you’ve ever come across at one university and complete pigs at a another. there are a lot of similarities but when it comes down to the nitty gritty we’re all pretty different.

all experiences are different. . . my happy go lucky good time will not be the same as another. and my misery in it will also not be the same as another. the experience is different for everyone and all comes down to how an individual uses their time in their organization, and on the organization itself.

it is as cult-y as you think it is. . . we have rituals. its different for every chapter, and to be fair i only know my own but i can say that every ritual is pretty fucking culty in their own way.

lots of secrets and lots of lore. . . there are a lot of things about greek life that goes on from chapter to chapter that we don’t speak of. it’s a sacred thing, that only initiated members of each specific organization know. you can definitely google these things but i personally think its taboo to talk about unless youre a member.

finally, let me be perfectly clear. . .

i know that there is a lot of dark shit that has happened and continues to happen in greek life, that theres a lot of work to be done even in this day & age. this au is not meant to glorify all the ugly— the hazing and any type of hatred that certain chapters may have. this is all for fun, to talk about all the good and fun that can come of it.

#greek row: lore #frat 101

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Hole in one: Jake Seresin x F!Reader

Okay Hi, Here is a Jake Seresin fluff! xo It was something i had been thinking about so i just wrote it!

Warnings: Swearing, sexual language (mild), Mild implying of sex, Kissing... lots of kissing.

“Seresin I’m coming for you” you say as you point to him and you get your stance ready. “It’s literally mini golf, settle down” he says laughing as you shake your head “And let you win? Absolutely not” he began laughing as you did and lost your focus. “Stop it!” You say as he bites his tongue and you get back into your stance. You wind up and hit the ball as he coughs to distract you but you sink the ball, as he groans. “Again?” He exclaims as you shrug your shoulders “It’s only mini golf” you say as he locks eyes with you and you stick your tongue out. You and Jake were best friends. He was one of the first people you met here when you came to live with your Aunt Penny. He was early to the bar, before the rest of the guys so he sat with you at the bar before your shift. He threw a guy out of the bar that was disrespecting you and didn’t even wait for you to ring the bell. You had been spending the day together since his top gun training had gotten dismissed early, and had been going around the strip checking out the different attractions and enjoying all that the little fair and town had to offer. Today wasn’t any different than any other time you had hung out with Jake, it was just a comforting feeling to be with him.

“Time for Daddy to show you how it’s done” he said as you cringed and began laughing “Why would you say that, you weirdo” he bent over and wiggled his butt as you began laughing. You walked over and play slapped his butt as he hit it causing him to over power and he turned around with his jaw dropped, his mouth in the shape of an O. “Um, that’s my ass” he said as you shook your head “You loved it” he nodded “I did love it” he said as you shook your head. “I will get a hole in one today” you say as he nods “Okay, and I’ll fly to the moon” he said as you began to laugh. “If I get a hole in one, we have to do what I want for the rest of the night. If you get one we do what you want.” He nodded “DEAL” he said confidently as you continued playing, trying to get a hole in one and not being able too. You got down on your knees and took the pool shot, Jake laughing at you and taking out his phone to take a picture. “Save that for one day for me to remember how limber I was” he nodded “Oh I can do that” you rolled your eyes. You were used to his flirty comments, and you did it right back to him. Nothing had ever happened with you two, but you never counted it out cause there was some close calls. Your scores were staying pretty close and as you approached the last hole you were begging whatever god that may or may not exist to help you. Jake had already taken his shot, and it was all on you. 1 for the win, 2 for the tie, 3 for the loss. You shut your eyes and took the shot as jake stood around the corner where the hole was. He began cheering as you ran over and the ball was gone, he pointed down the hole and ran over and picked you up and twirled you around. “You did it!” He said as you cheered and when he put you down you guys looked at each other. The moment seemed to be saying a lot in the silence, and you knew what you wanted to do.

“So what do you want to do” he asked, still holding you around your back you felt warmth going to your core. His dirty blonde hair was shiny and his blue eyes and scruff on his face looked exceptionally beautiful today. “Well there is something I’ve wanted to do” you say as his eyes widened “Is it the Ferris wheel?” He asked as you shook your head “Not quite” you say as he raises an eyebrow “What is it” he asked as you leaned up and kissed him as you held it for a moment and you felt his body seep into yours, almost like he was melting into you. He pushed into the kiss, your back bending a little as he readjusted his grip on your lower back and mid back. When you parted he looked at you, confused but happy. “How fucking long have you waited to do that” he asked you shrugged, still out of breath. “Probably too long” you say as he shook his head, smirking “Well I’ll be damned” he said as you felt your cheeks turning red. “So it was okay” you say as he nods “Yeah I mean practice makes perfect so we should probably go work on it” he said as you began laughing and he took your hand. You thought you were heading back to his place, and you figured he wouldn’t waste long to rip your clothes off only he passed the exit. “Where are we going?” You ask as he smiles, reaching over and grabbing your hand bringing it up to kiss it. “You’ll see” he said as you squinted your eyes, the curiosity killing you but him having your hand in his kept you distracted. You couldn’t help but watch him drive, the way he glanced down to the speedometer and checked the mirrors, the one hand on the steering wheel the other holding yours. The wind blowing in both your hair as you turned back to the front as you saw you were heading towards the pier. Jake knew this was your favourite place and it caused you to beam with excitement. “Are we going to Fiddlers pier?” You ask as he nodded “Damn, can’t get you lost” you shook your head and leaned over giving him another kiss briefly, him trying to keep his eyes on the road. “Damn woman I am trying to drive here, stop making me want to kiss you” he said as you smiled, biting your lip “Sure thing Lieutenant” you said as he slightly bit his lip and shook his head.

When you got to the pier, Jake jumped out of his side and ran over as he made you wait for him. He opened your door and helped you out as you laughed “Jake I know how to open my own door” you say as he shook his head “I know I just wanted to get it for you” you smiled as he grabbed your hand and you both walked out onto the dock. You headed towards the pier and the lighthouse, walking over to the Bench and sitting down. It was quiet, only the sound of the wind and the seagulls. You were wearing a sweater thankfully but your legs were bare from the shorts. You sat down next to each other as he turned to you. He noticed your legs were cold and he pulled them up over his lap and began rubbing them to keep them warm. “I thought we were going back to your place” you say admittedly as he smiled “You thought I was going to immediately fuck you?” He said as you shrugged “With the amount of flirty comments you made before I kissed you I think it was fair to assume it wouldn’t be far off. Isn’t that what Jake Seresin does?” he nodded “I make a lot of jokes I know. Truth is I just wanted to come somewhere quiet and peaceful and be with you. Or kiss you again and again. Really just take in the moment.” He said as he looked away at the water. “I didn’t know how you were going to react” you said as he smiled before locking eyes. “I honestly didn’t expect it. I’m always happy when I’m with you I just never thought this would be a possibility. You’re too good for me” he said as you laughed out loud “Jake what the hell do you mean” you say as he shrugs “You just give off the world is your oyster aura. You are beautiful and smart, and kind and down to earth. You are everything I could’ve imagined in a dream scenario for my partner. I know we’ve now kissed and we can’t undo that but is that something you really want? Because that.. that was something” He asked as you paused. You never seen this side of Jake, the one that seemed vulnerable and calculated. He had always appeared cocky and even arrogant at times, something that made you crazy. He seemed like he was genuinely concerned about the state of you two moving forward.

“I mean yeah I do want this. I want to see where it goes and how it goes anyway. You’re my best friend. Yeah the kiss seemed random but in my mind It could’ve happened at any given time” you say as he smiles and nods, looking at you as he double taps your legs. You shift them off him and you get up, sitting down in his lap and resting your cheek against his. You feel slight stubble but it doesn’t bother you in the slightest. Just curled up with him is the best way you could’ve imagined your evening going. Watching the sunset over the bay. “Well with that being said, do you want to do this. Officially?” He said as you looked over at him and nodded, smiling in confirmation. “Yes I do” you say as his smile widened “Okay… Now gimme a kiss pretty girl” he said as he leaned down and put your lips to his again. You held his face with your left hand, your right arm wrapped around him as you sat on his lap with your legs resting on the bench beside you. You parted, only for a moment as you continued to keep the chain of kisses going. When you parted he rubbed his nose against your nose and kissed your cheek before you began cuddling again, cheek to cheek, overlooking the water. “I think this might be the most at peace I’ve ever been” he said as you curled your lip. You began to play with his hair, looking at the strands as you put your fingers through them. “I did not know you were capable of being this sweet” he dropped his jaw “I’m offended by this, really, I’m very hurt that you didn’t assume under the layers of good hair and arrogance that you didn’t assume I’d be a good guy” he said as you laughed “Is this our first fight?” You ask as he begins nodding “It is, I’m going to need my space for about 5-10 minutes and then I’m going to need you to come back and kiss me” he said with his playful tone and facial expressions but then smiling as you looked at you again.

You guys watched ducks floating with the current, the boats speeding bye and the planes over head. You talked about life and you guys just cuddled together.

“To think, none of this would’ve happened if I hadn’t gotten a hole in one” he began laughing “oh speaking of which” he reached in his pocket and pulled out your golf ball, your jaw dropped and your eyes widened “What the fuck is that?” You asked, beginning to laugh. “You wanted a hole in one, so I grabbed the ball when you didn’t get one cause I wanted to see you happy. You also do that jump when you’re excited. Or the way your dimples only come out when you’re happy, but genuinely happy not just vibing happy. But now we have a physical representation of the moment from our first kiss” he said as your heart skipped a beat. “Jake Seresin you cheesy, cheesy man” you said as he smiled.

“I couldn’t let you know I was like this sooner cause you would’ve fallen in love with me. It's my curse, see what happens when I let you win one mini golf game, you kiss me. You wouldn’t have been able to keep your hands off me” he said as he rolled his eyes and you play slapped him as he brought you into another kiss. It was deep, you even slightly moaned into it, something you hoped he hadn't noticed. “So what now” you say as he shrugs. “Oh I think you know what happens now” you smiled “I thought you weren’t going to fuck me yet?” You say as he shrugs “Shouldn’t have kissed me like that” he said as he picked you up, carrying you back to the car before racing for his house.

A/N: Something about soft hangman is just *swoon*. Hope you guys enjoy this one! when i have specific requests for scenarios it's easier for me to write them and it can be more detailed so feel free to send in whatever your heart desires! xoxo. This one was also suggested by @kajjaka xx

#Top Gun Maverick #Hangman #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #glen powell #Fanfic #TopGunStoryTimexo #Request

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