#i'm okay with having to wait until next season if it means we get to keep tommy

[evanskinard-moved]

i know we only just got hurt buck last season, but now he has a hot pilot boyfriend. so i'm gunna need him to get hurt again, even if it's only minor, so i can witness his hot pilot boyfriend worry and fret over him, maybe share an 'i thought i lost you' kiss with him, before taking him home so he can worry and fret some more while he looks after and takes care of him.

#i'm okay with having to wait until next season if it means we get to keep tommy #911 abc #911 #evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #buck x tommy #tv: 911 #ch: evan buckley #ch: tommy kinard #ship: bucktommy #911: s7 #mine: post #mine: text #mine: 911

[woso-dreamzzz]

Torn III

Kewis x Child!Reader

Summary: You're still sick

Mommy doesn't get you dressed properly the next day.

She lets you stay in your pyjamas because you're sick. She's sick too but not as sick as you.

Mom, of course, still has her hurt knee but she's the only one not sick in the entire house.

Your head pounds and your nose remains stuffy even as you play with your dinosaur toys, making them attack each other because they're in a war and that's what things do in a war. They fight.

"Open," Mommy says and you firmly clamp your teeth together," Chook, I'm not joking. Open."

She's got a syringe full of medicine in her hands and you refuse to open your mouth.

You've never had good tasting medicine before and you refuse to believe that Mommy's gone out and bought some.

You keep your mouth shut.

"Chook," She says sternly," This will make you feel better."

You sniff, wiping your nose on your shirt and shake your head. You know if you talk, Mommy's going to dose you up so you settle on just glaring, puffing out your cheeks to show her that you're wise to her tricks.

"Chook," She says again," We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way, you're taking your medicine."

"Chook," Mom says from the sofa," Come here."

Warily, you skirt around Mommy and run over to Mom, who lifts you up to sit next to her. Immediately, she attacks your sides with tickles and you can't keep your mouth closed anymore, opening it to let out peals of giggles.

Mommy squirts the medicine down your throat and Mom's ticklish hands disappear.

You glare, eyebrows drawing together in outrage. "That was mean!" You say," You cheated!"

Mommy laughs, ruffling your hair. "It was sneaky," She says," Not cheating. You'll feel better soon."

You huff but know she's right, shuffling off the sofa to return to your toys.

Helen joins you, curling up next to your side. Her ear flicks a few times as you continue your dino war. You have to blow your nose a few times because it gets clogged but Mommy is right because the churning of your stomach settles and your head no longer feels like it does when you bang it on a wall by accident.

"What do you want to watch?" Sam asks, channel surfing as she keeps one eye on you playing with Helen.

Kristie sighs. She doesn't look as bad as you did but it's still clear she's sick. She's got a bit of a fever and the end of her nose is all red. "Something that requires me to not think," She groans, massaging her temples to stem off the headache. She's only recently taken her own painkillers so she has a bit of wait until they kick in.

"So trash reality tv?" Sam teases and Kristie whacks her with a pillow.

You're playing nicely on the rug with Helen and your dinosaurs despite how ill you are.

Maybe eating all that dirt gave you a stronger immune system than Kristie thought.

"There's Love Island," Sam offers and you whip your head around.

"No!" You say," That's mine and Auntie Millie's show! You can't watch it! It'll spoil it!"

You sound adamant and Kristie manages to get out a laugh that could have been a cough.

"It's not a new episode, Chook," Sam assures you with her own laugh," It's last season. It's not going to spoil anything."

Your brow furrows for a moment before you're up on your feet. You've got two dinosaurs clutched in your hands as you wiggle yourself between your mothers.

They're sitting close enough that their legs are touching so you make sure to force them apart so you can be comfortable.

"Last season was okay," You tell Kristie very seriously," I will watch with you so you know what's going to happen. Mom, you need to put on Love Island."

Sam keeps laughing. "Oh? I need to, do I Chook?"

"Yes. That's what I just said. You need to, Mom."

With the other options being Deal or No Deal and Flog It, Sam's pretty sure that Love Island was truly her only option and changes the channel.

Clearly, the medicine has perked you up a bit because Kristie doesn't get a moment of respite the entire episode as you narrate what's going on during every single little moment.

Somehow, you manage to put yourself to sleep during it until you're lying draped over Sam and Kristie's laps.

"And we just let Millie watch this show with her?" Kristie asks, dumbstruck and Sam chuckles nervously.

"I didn't think she actually absorbed this much of it," Sam replies," It's like she studied it or something."

You shift a little in your sleep, death gripping your plastic dinosaurs so hard that Kristie can't pry them from your hands.

"Well," Kristie says," At least she's taking her nap without arguing."

"You mean, at least you can take your nap without her interrupting," Sam teases and Kristie rolls her eyes.

She lifts your limp body easily into her arms as she stands up. "Well, just for that. I don't think you can join us for naptime."

"Hey...Kristie! Kristie, wait! I'm sorry! Wait for me!"

Kristie doesn't wait for Sam though as she makes her way to their bedroom.

She settles you in the very middle of the bed but slipping in next to you.

You wiggle a little bit as Kristie tugs you closer, laying a protective hand over your belly just as Sam hobbles in, taking her own place in bed on your other side.

Helen joins in too, leaping up onto the bed and curling herself up around your feet.

"You have to get her to take medicine when we wake up," Kristie says, already half asleep.

"No fair! She's wise to my tricks now!"

"Not my problem, Sam."

#woso x reader #kewis x reader #kristie mewis x reader #kristie mewis #sam kerr x reader #sam kerr #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso

[babybluebex]

Popular, a cheerleader, first time senior and Chrissy’s best friend. But she has a secret that only her best friend knows. She’s had a crush on Eddie Munson since middle school. She’s afraid to tell him, thinking there’s no way he’d be into her. Until one day in the cafeteria, Jason Carver calls Eddie a freak. She confronts him, and punches him in the face, breaking or spraining her hand/wrist. Guess her little secret is out, and she may never be popular again.

ok i have a vivid image in my head and let's see if i can translate it hehe

You tapped the toe of your pristine white sneaker on the linoleum, waiting. Just waiting. Principal Higgins was still talking to Jason, trying to get his side of the story, and you knew that he would certainly listen to Jason over you. You had basically broken Jason's nose, the star of Hawkins High— you didn't feel as if many people would be on your side.

But then, someone appeared in the doorway. You scoffed; "Save it, Munson."

"Easy," Eddie said carefully. He looked a little disheveled, definitely your fault. After you had punched Jason, the lunchroom had basically exploded, and Eddie had hauled you away from Jason with strong arms around your waist. You could remember him saying something about "He's not worth it", but your adrenaline was still running then, and you could hardly remember the moment. "Just making sure you're okay."

You grimaced, looking down to where you were nursing your wrist against your chest. It throbbed like crazy and hurt like nothing else; it hurt worse than that time when your basket didn't catch you after a toss and you went careening towards the floor. You were sure that your wrist was sprained, maybe even worse, and you let fat tears slide down your nose. There goes your senior year cheer season.

"Aw, jeez," Eddie mumbled. "It hurts that bad? I'm sorry, I-I feel like a piece of shit—"

"It's not that," you whimpered, wiping up your tears. "I'm upset because I won't be able to cheer with my wrist like this. I can't throw any tricks, I can't even be on the bottom of the pyramid. I'll have to sit out the entire season!"

Eddie carefully sat down next to you, the leather of his own pristine white sneakers squeaking as he flexed his foot. "Even though you didn't need to," he started. "Thank you for defending me. It means a lot that someone would stand up for me, especially you."

"What does that mean?" you asked.

"Well," Eddie started. "If Jason is the king of Hawkins, and Chrissy is the queen, you're as good as the princess. And the princess of Hawkins standing up against the king to defend some stupid bard, that takes some guts."

You shrugged. "I've watched Jason and those guys tease you since we were freshman," you mumbled. "I just got sick and tired of it. Pick on somebody your own size, y'know?"

"That's noble," Eddie said. "But... I feel like you aren't being truthful with me."

"Huh?" you asked, wrinkling your nose. "How?"

"Well, you remember last year, how we had algebra together?" Eddie asked. "You were placed in the senior-level class, and I was there because I failed it the first time, and I sat behind you. Well, umm... You kinda helped me pass that class, but that's irrelevant, I guess... But I—"

"I knew it!" you exclaimed with a smile. "You cheated off of me!"

"Cheated is a strong word," Eddie said. "I looked at your paper to get an idea of what I was supposed to do. But whatever, doesn't matter, I was looking at your notes one day in class and I saw that you were doodling something, and it was me. And it was perfect, you didn't look back at me once and you had perfectly drawn me."

"So?" you asked. "You're kinda hard to forget."

Eddie looked at you pointedly through his eyelashes, and he sighed. "So, I guess it doesn't matter that I've written songs about you," he said, and your heart jumped in your chest. Had he? What sorta songs? "That I think about you all the time? That, when I was pulling you away from Jason, I almost kissed you?"

You didn't want to hide it anymore. You knew that Chrissy would think you were crazy for liking Eddie— she had told you so, back in freshman year. During a sleepover, she had gotten you to admit your crush on the then-junior Eddie, and she had laughed and said, "Him? He's so weird!" But it didn't matter to you anymore. You liked Eddie, and, after the scene in the lunchroom, you didn't care who knew.

"What kind of songs?" you asked, edging closer to Eddie on the wooden bench.

"Sappy shit," Eddie said. "Not like Motley Crue 'sex and girls' stuff, but good love songs. You ever heard Babe by Styx?" You shook your head, and Eddie tilted his head. "I have the cassette at home, I can bring it to you tomorrow."

"Can you sing it to me?" you asked.

"Now?" Eddie gasped. "Jesus, sweetheart, you're gonna kill me, there are people around!"

"I'm sure you're not that bad of a singer," you rolled your eyes.

Eddie looked around at the small room. There was nobody else there, just a waiting room for Principal Higgins's office, but people were bustling in the hallway outside the room. "I'm not great," Eddie mumbled, reaching over and twisting his fingers nervously in your skirt. "Maybe can I... Um, bring you to my place after school? I can show you the song, and-and play you some that I've written."

"I'd like that," you grinned, and, as the door to the office opened, you leaned over and kissed Eddie's cheek. He immediately went beet red, and his hand drifted up to lovingly touch where your lips had been as he watched you stand and enter the office. "See ya then, Eddie!"

#bex answers #anon ask #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson

[verycharismaticdragon]

Currently reading a Korean webnovel instead of Chinese ones and this is making me conceptualize something, let’s see if I can put it in words…

My musings started with realizing that I’ve become very used to this cnovels thing where the main pairing is literally stated in the summary. Not the case for the k-novel I’m reading, and therefore I’m experiencing Pain and Suffering, — torn between my every instinct screaming that the author is setting up the OT3 endgame, and trying to lower my expectations to avoid disappointment. (And the novel is ongoing so I can’t even get spoilers for the ending :) girl help.)

As you may’ve guessed, I found myself strongly preferring the Chinese variant; but as to why exactly it was so important for my enjoyment to know the main couple… it took me a bit to figure out.

I mean, it’s not like I’m reading exclusively for romance, okay? Fannish activity-wise, sure, I tend to get fixated on ships (though even then, not all the time), but when it comes to reading (or any media intake, really), it’s not necessarily what I’m most interested in. Among my beloved titles, there are many where there’s no canon or fanon couple I'm attached to — and more than a few where there’s a canon couple that I neither love nor hate, just accept. So why did I get so attached to the concept of being, essentially, spoiled the endgame couple beforehand?

The key word that made it click was: promise. After all, it’s not like knowing the names of the characters that get together tells me anything about if they will be interesting or boring together, if they will be good for each other or make me scream “break up!” a million times. But it is a solid promise that these two people ARE gonna be a couple. 

And thinking about the word promise reminded me of discussions on plot twists that I’ve seen on here, about what makes a good plot twist and what makes a bad one — specifically, the phrase “narrative promise” that someone came up with. Basically, narrative promise is in the set up and the build up. If the plot twist betrays the narrative promise, it will not work, and it will be hated by the audience, who’ll feel like their emotional investment into the story was mocked.

The thing about the narrative promise, and why this term stuck with me, is that it’s actually applicable more broadly than just for shock-factor plot twists. For example: what is queerbaiting, if not betraying the narrative promise that the two characters are gonna be together? The fans see the narrative promise — the set up and the build up that would be unequivocally romantic for a het couple — and expect it to be fulfilled; only to be called delusional by the very creators that gave them this expectation. 

And this brings me to the next point: the catch of the “narrative promise” is that it’s never a guarantee. You can be completely sure the author is setting up X, only for them to turn around and do something completely different. (Possibly while calling you a little bitch for having the stupidity to invest your feelings into their creation, too.) After a while, a fan learns to manage their expectations. To not bet too much on anything, even if it feels like there’s no other way it can go. To wait until the end of the season or the last chapter before allowing themselves to get attached; to hold back on deciding whether something is good or not, lest they hype up something they will want to bury and forget later.

And this is where we circle back to c-novels, and to spoiling the main couple in the summary. Except I hesitate to call it “spoiling” because, as discussed, it actually heightens my enjoyment. For a simple reason: this practice takes the narrative promise from its nebulous, uncertain status to something concrete and real. Only for this one aspect and with the minimal-est amount of information possible, but still. That’s one thing I don’t have to guess about or doubt myself on (am I seeing things? is there a heterosexual explanation another way to read this? will the author simply kill off one of the characters before the end so that they don’t have to decide whether to make them explicitly queer?), and one thing I can count on (whatever else happens in the plot, I’ll still have this). It’s easy to invest emotionally into those characters and their relationship, when you have an assurance of their happy ending.

Ofc, I’m not saying that I don’t invest emotionally into relationships or characters other than the main CP — just that it is easier. And I would even say having this one(1) hard promise makes it easier to invest into other elements of the work, too, as it makes for a sort of safety net even if something else is disappointing or painful. 

Like, say you are invested in one couple with great chemistry and one side character. In case of a pre-stated ship, even if the side character dies, at least you still have the canon couple. So it’s not like all of your emotional connection to the book is lost, and you can probably bear with the loss of that character by writing everybody lives AU or something. But if the side character dies AND the couple you were invested in gets broken up or killed off or straight-married with other ppl… then doesn’t that make the entire thing into one massive disappointment? to the point that you might even regret picking up the book that made you care only to slap you in the face?.. 

So yeah, having even just one ship guaranteed is very comforting. And then I thought, well, doesn’t this apply to another type of fiction that I’m very familiar with?

Fanfiction?

Which, since very early on, has adopted the practice of putting the endgame ship in the header of the fic. And which, probably not coincidentally, is often a response to a broken (or at the very least not brought to its logical conclusion) narrative promise. And which always felt uniquely easy to read for me… 

See, prior to getting on this little thought train, I always assumed the ease was due to pre-existing familiarity with canon. You know, not having to learn the entire new setting, already having attachment to the characters… But now that I’ve connected these dots, I thought about times I read fics for fandoms I wasn’t familiar with, and originals formatted as fics — and really, wasn’t it always about the narrative promise made solid? 

Esp with how fics make it even broader than cnovels, by having extensive tags and ratings and such. Getting into a fic, you have a pretty clear idea of what may or may not happen in the story, even if you don’t know what exactly will happen or how. And a fic can fail to live up to the premise set up by ship/rating/tags — but not completely turn its back on it. 

(Well, normally. But in those exceptional cases where tags are misleading, at least you have something to point to when saying, “this is not what I was promised”. The ficwriter can hardly claim they don't understand why you expected [ship] to happen when they personally tagged their work as containing that ship — unlike the traditional media creators, who can always play the "you were totally misunderstanding my intentions the entire time" card.)

And having a solid promise like this, it turns out, takes lotsa pressure off starting a New Unfamiliar thing. I do, in fact, trust like that! So it’s no wonder that there were periods in my life when I would only consume fanfiction, because it was so much easier than extending trust to new titles. And it’s no wonder that what brought me back to being an avid reader were Chinese webnovels that use a practice very similar to what we have in fandoms.

I guess I understand myself better now! Still wish I knew if that k-novel's author is /j or /srs about the ot3 though.

#fandom #fanfiction #cnovels #danmei novels #idk just a lot of musings that i wanted to organize a bit. and since i already typed it all might as well set it free here

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Jack calls the reader in the middle of the night because he's lonely and needs to hear her voice

"Hello?" You mumbled, putting the phone between your head and your pillow so you could still lay down.

"Hey, baby, did I wake you?" Jack's voice sounded tired, the weeks of travel heavy on him.

He was in the middle of his tour, and was staying in his fourth hotel this week, and it was quickly getting old. You were able to make it to a couple of his shows, but for the most part, you two were apart for weeks at a time, and Jack desperately missed you.

"Its okay. I'll always answer your calls. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just couldn't sleep tonight. Tell me about your day."

You rolled over on your back, holding the phone up to your ear. Jack laid down, put his phone on speaker and laid it on his chest. It was the closest thing he was going to get to be close to you tonight, and he would take anything he could get.

"Well, it was very exciting", you started off sarcastically, "you remember that girl from work I was telling you about, the one who is always kissing my boss' ass?"

"Whitney, right?" Jack stroked his beard, running a hand down his face.

"You remembered." He could tell you were smiling on the other side of the phone. "Of course I remembered, I remember everything you tell me."

"Yes, Whitney. Well, babe, today she sent an email to our entire team telling them that I messed up on a project. I swear she just hates me."

"What a bitch." Jack chuckled, closing his eyes. "What else did you do?" He just wanted you to continue talking, your voice soothed him, and he could already feel himself getting sleepy.

"I just did some things around the house and then watched a couple of episodes of Stranger Things."

"You watched our show without me?" Jack clutched his chest dramatically, scoffing.

"I'm sorry baby, but we're already a season behind, and the new season starts next week. I promise, when you get back, I'll pretend like I haven't watched anything." Jack laughed at your explanation.

"Fine, I forgive you. As long as you haven't been watching any episodes of The Bear without me." You were silent.

"Are you serious?! Now that I can't forgive."

You giggled. "That just means you need to get back home as soon as you can so we can watch it together. I miss you so much, Jack. I hate going to sleep without you." Jack felt a lump in his throat at your words, his chest tightening.

"I miss you so much, too, baby. You have no idea how much I wish you could be on the road with me." He gripped his phone hard, trying to steady his breath. "You have no idea."

"How have you been sleeping, baby?" Between the nightmares and constant traveling, you knew that Jack had to be exhausted, and sometimes you had to force him to take the time to relax.

"I'm okay." Jack wasn't exactly truthful, he had been struggling to sleep for more than a couple hours at a time, but he didn't want you to worry. "We have a couple of days off next week, I'm coming to see you as soon as I can."

"I can't wait, Jack. Now get some sleep for me, okay? I love you." You yawned, your eyelids growing heavy.

"Wait, can you stay on the phone for a little longer? Just until I go to sleep?", Jack asked, letting out a shallow breath.

"Of course, do you want me to just lay here with you?"

"Can you keep talking? Tell me more about your day." You stayed on the phone with Jack until you heard him start to snore.

"Good night, Jack. I love you." You whispered, before hanging up the phone.

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jackharlow #jack harlow x reader #jackman harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow fanfic

[whiskey-tango-matcha]

FOH/BOH pt 1/2 (M, cold)

I'm splitting this in two because it's going to be 2 fairly distinct parts. In this one, Elijah is sick - but I'll be honest, a lot of it is just Mark being introspective. I wanted to write out a little of his story, since my last story had a good amount of Matt's inner thoughts. Idk what else to say about this one, lol other than Elijah catches something from the servers and is his usual pissed off self about it. Next part will hopefully be out soon-ish. Hope you all like it :)

CW: male, cold, fever, light mess, contagion, coughing. 2.7k words.

FOH/BOH

As far as Matt was concerned, there were two types of people in this world: front of house, and back of house.

Matt didn’t believe in astrology; he thought the enneagram was stupid, hated personality tests, and nearly scoffed in Elijah’s face when he told the management team at Elliot’s they’d be analyzing management styles using one of those what-color-is-your-parachute tests during the slow season this year. He did, however, believe firmly, almost spiritually, in the FOH/BOH divide.

The differences, Matt knew, could be subtle or obvious, but they were always distinct.

“Elijahhh!” Greyson called from the kitchen at the top of his lungs. “We can all hear you from in here!”

The cooks whooped with laughter from their prep stations behind the line, and Matt bit his cheek to keep from joining them. Greyson turned towards him, a smirk painted on his face, and secured his hair at the top of his head with a sharpie while they waited for Elijah’s inevitable trudge into the kitchen.

When Elijah pushed through the kitchen doors, the cooks forced themselves into submission and strapped in for the dressing-down they knew was coming their chef’s way. Elijah walked straight to the prep table in the middle of the kitchen and made livid eye contact with Greyson, obviously ready to go to blows. Matt, entirely too close for comfort, took a tentative step towards the line to keep out of the path of destruction.

“Do you thingk,” Elijah said, his voice low and cracking, “that you could fucking cool it with the theatrics, just this once? Just for today? For mbe – hh – hhITZCH-ue! HTSHH-uh! HRRTSHH-ue! Hh-!”

Elijah was stuck in a sort of pre-sneeze purgatory for longer than Greyson had the patience for, apparently. “By all means,” Greyson said, leaning on the prep table with his head in one hand, “don’t stop on my behalf.”

The GM colored and lowered his arm from his face, casting daggers at the chef. “Do you really thingk it’s appropriate for us to fuckigg squabble around your staff?” Elijah asked, quiet enough that only Greyson and Matt could hear it. Greyson smiled, stood to his full height, and placed a hand on Elijah’s shoulder.

“I do,” he said at full volume. “They’re not our real kids, it’s okay if they see mommy and daddy duke it out.”

The cooks roared once again, and Elijah flushed, clearly annoyed. “Fine,” he said, clearing his throat. “You’re on one today. Whatever. I have to go findish helping the servers set up for the night. Leave mbe out of your stupid little mood.”

“I’m on one because you have the server’s fuckin’ flu and you should be at home, not continuing the spread,” Greyson said to Elijah’s back as his boss started out the kitchen doors. “Mark is coming in in twenty minutes and you are leaving.”

Elijah didn’t turn back around, just flashed the kitchen the finger as he walked out into the dining room. Greyson turned towards his sous and rolled his eyes.

“Passive aggressive fuck,” Greyson said, picking his knife up and turning towards the line cooks behind him. “Don’t worry, guys, we still love you all, mommy and daddy just get frustrated with one another sometimes.”

Another round of laughter from the cooks. Matt shook his head, smiling until they all heard Elijah once again from the dining room – “HRRESHHH-ue!”

Greyson smiled devilishly at Matt, then his cooks, and held up his hand. “One, two,” he mouthed to the cooks, holding up the corresponding fingers. When he got to three, he pointed to the swinging doors that lead to the dining room. The whole kitchen, in tandem, called towards them.

“Bless you, Elijah.”

Within seconds, Elijah’s strained voice answered. “Oh, fuck off all of you.”

This time, the line cooks nearly collapsed with laughter. Greyson turned towards Matt, grinning ear to ear. “Think he heard us?” he asked. Matt couldn’t help but join in on the laughter this time.

***

At first, Mark hadn’t been sure that he bought Matt’s whole front of house person/back of house person bullshit.

“People have layers, babe,” Mark had said, coursing his fingers through Matt’s hair while they ignored the movie that was playing on TV. “No one is just… some caricature of ‘kitchen’ or ‘dining room’. This isn’t The Bear.”

“But that’s the thing, baby, it kind of is The Bear,” Matt said, sitting up straight and looking his boyfriend in the eye. “Did you not relate to The Bear? I don’t think this is going to work if you didn’t relate to The Bear, I’m not gonna lie to you.”

“I mean, yeah, I did but… I don’t know. I want to be more than just my job, y’know?” Mark pulled Matt back to laying on his lap – Matt allowed himself to be pulled.

“This isn’t about your job, it’s about your personality,” Matt explained. “Not everyone has worked in a restaurant, but that doesn’t mean they’re not a front or back of house person.”

“I’m so lost, honey. I thought this was about restaurants.”

“No, it’s about people.”

“Maybe you should look into getting your GED,” Mark said, elbowing Matt playfully. “So you can go to college for, like, sociology or something.”

“Oh fuck you,” Matt said, not unkindly. “You have to know what I mean. C’mon. You’re telling me you’ve never met someone and gone, ‘oh, that person’s totally a kitchen person’.”

“I can genuinely say I have not,” Mark said, placing a kiss on the top of Matt’s head. “Your mind is an enigma.”

They’d dropped it at that point, but Mark hadn’t stopped thinking about it all week. He’d thought about it when he’d talked to his dad on the phone and he asked Mark whether he’d gotten his oil changed lately, but didn’t say ‘I love you’ when they hung up – man, he’s such a back of house guy. He’d thought about it when he’d bought a coffee and the barista asked him about the entirety of his college career in England while a line formed out the door behind him – never met such a front of house person in my life. He’d especially thought about it at work, where the servers and bussers loudly complained all week about being sick.

“Maaaark,” Riley, their lead server, whined to him one day. “I feel like fuckin shiiiit.”

“Well, the shift is 85% over,” Mark replied as he replaced the silverware on an empty table. “Do you think you can make it another hour?”

Riley had pouted, sniffled, and shrugged. “I guess,” she said, opening her server book. “But, like, I’ve already made my money tonight, can’t you just cut me early?”

Typical front of house, Mark had thought to himself. So maybe Matt had been right; maybe there were just two types of people in this world. The problem was, despite having been ‘front of house’ most of his adult life, he didn’t know if he really… belonged there.

Mark had, essentially, fallen into working in restaurants; he’d been an English major in college – which basically guaranteed your life to veer towards serving tables or shaking cocktails – and when he’d graduated, he hadn’t felt the pull towards teaching or grad school or any of the typical ‘English major’ careers his friends had chosen. Instead, he kept his serving job; eventually, the resort that he worked at offered him a banquet captain position, which he did until he realized catering made him want to stab both eyes out with a cocktail fork. When he moved to New York on a whim, Mark had been sure he’d apply to grad school, or look for a copy-writing position, or apply to be a publisher’s assistant – but he didn’t. Instead, he found himself dialing the number on a flyer in the window of a soon-to-be-opened restaurant near the apartment he shared with four other recent college grads.

“Future home of Elliot’s restaurant, this is Elijah speaking,” the voice on the other end of the number answered on the first ring.

“Hi,” Mark had said. “I was wondering if you were hiring any front of house positions?”

It turned out that Mark was the first person to call Elijah in search of a job. Despite his only being twenty-one at the time, and despite the fact that he had no managerial experience, Elijah hired him on the spot to be the front of house manager.

“You have a good vibe,” Elijah said when they met at a coffee shop for Mark’s interview. “That’s all I really care about.”

And then suddenly, somehow, seven years had passed. He’d never found a good enough reason to leave Elliot’s; he was paid well, Elijah let him take tips when he had to cover for servers or bartenders, and the work, while demanding, felt mostly fun. He’d never felt like a front of house person, he was just… a person who worked in the front of house. Sometimes, Mark thought, he didn’t know what kind of person he was at all. A person who things just happened around. A background person. A person that no one could say much about, other than he had a good vibe.

That is, until Matt.

“Hi honey,” Matt said as Mark pushed through the back doors into the kitchen. Mark smiled wide when he saw that Matt was alone in the back kitchen; he pulled his boyfriend in for a long kiss, which Matt returned greedily.

“Hi,” Mark said, finally pulling away. “How have things been here this morning?”

Before Matt could answer, they heard a huge, “HRRTSHH-ue!” from the front kitchen. Mark whipped his head towards the sound, then back to Matt.

“Please tell me that isn’t what I think it is,” Mark said. Matt pressed his lips together, unwilling to be the bearer of bad news.

“Mbark,” Elijah said, rounding the corner with a hand held over the bottom half of his face, “you’re here, great.” The GM yanked a paper towel from the holder on the wall next to Matt and used it to wipe his nose before gesturing Mark to follow him, “Let’s go over the ndight, mbeet me in the office.”

“Right behind you,” Mark murmured to Elijah’s back. Before he followed his boss, he threw Matt a pained look, which his boyfriend returned with a mouthed, I’m sorry.

When the servers were sick, they were annoying because they complained constantly. They called out at the slightest provocation, they glommed onto one another and spread their illnesses like wildfire, and they always ended up sending their shit into the kitchen when one of them inevitably slept with a cook after a long night of drinking. When Elijah was sick, though, it was annoying for a whole other set of reasons.

Mostly, if he was honest, it was the blatant denial that he found obnoxious. “So, tondight shouldn’t be too heinous,” Elijah said, rubbing his nose on the back of his hand as he sat at the shared desk. “It’s tomborrow we really have to – tuh… hhITZSHH-ue! HTSHH-ue!” Elijah folded in on himself to sneeze away from Mark, blearily rubbed his eyes behind his glasses, and attempted to continue. “To worry about,” he finished, coughing into the back of his hand.

“Uh huh,” Mark said, taking in the state of his boss. Elijah had been quiet yesterday, and quick to annoyance, but despite knowing the man for almost a decade, Mark still wasn’t able to decipher between ‘quiet, easily annoyed’ Elijah and ‘getting sick’ Elijah. The two were indecipherable from one another.

“Don’t sit too close, Mark,” Greyson’s voice called from the prep station near the line. Both Mark and Elijah looked over at the chef, who was butchering New York’s and smirking to himself. “He’s sick as a dog.”

“Greyson,” Elijah called, his voice cracking on the word. “Could you combe in here for a minute, please?”

Greyson rolled his eyes, but put down his knife and walked toward the office all the same. “Yes, dear?” he asked, toweling off his hands and leaning on the office’s door frame. “How can I help you? Some tea, maybe, or perhaps a drive home?”

Elijah stood, pulled Greyson into the office, and shut the door. “Stop fuckigg patronizing mbe in front of the staff,” he growled, poking a finger into the chef’s chest. Greyson huffed out a little laugh and slapped a hand on Elijah’s forehead.

“I’ll stop,” he said, “when you no longer have a hundred-and-two fever.”

There they stood, the two ultimate testaments to Matt’s theory, duking it out in front of a clearly-forgotten Mark. Greyson, the gregarious, heart on his sleeve, back-of-house guy who would just as soon scream at you as he would give you the shirt off his back, and Elijah, the subdued stay-together-for-the-kids front of house man, who knew everything about everyone and cared so hard he couldn’t see anyone else caring about him in return. Yin and yang. Front and back. Which are you, Mark? he thought to himself as the standoff continued.

“Mark,” Greyson said, breaking the spell, “can you handle tonight by yourself out front?”

Mark blinked, first at his boss, then at Greyson, and finally found his voice. “Y-yeah, I mean, of course I can,” he said.

“It’s a busy ndight, Grey, I don’t waahhh – ETSCHH-zue! HhhNGTSHH-uhh!” Elijah wrenched to the side to keep from sneezing in Greyson’s face – much to the detriment of Mark.

“Yikes,” Greyson muttered, watching Mark cringe against the spray Elijah directed, unknowingly, into his face. His boss flushed bright red when he realized what he’d done.

“Fuckigg shit,” Elijah murmured, yanking a tissue out of the box and handing it, lamely, to Mark. “Fugck, Mbark I’mb so sorry I didn’t meee – ETSCHH-zue!” This time, Elijah tented both hands over his face to keep from having a repeat of that incident. Greyson took his hand back then, shrunk away from the GM.

“Maybe, uh, give us a signal next time?” Greyson said, an attempt to break the tension. Mark would’ve laughed if he didn’t feel so thoroughly...infected.

“Would’ve if I could’ve,” Elijah grumbled, pulling another tissue out and blowing his nose. “Mbark, I’m so -”

“It’s fine, boss,” Mark said, standing. “But, um, I do think Chef is right – maybe you should go home, sleep it off?”

Elijah swallowed, pain evident on his face, and finally gave up the charade. “Alright,” he said, curt. “Finde. I’ll go.” He turned back towards Mark. “You’re sure you’ve got this?”

“Of course, boss,” Mark said. Elijah nodded.

“Okay,” he said. “Take sombe Emergen-C or something, okay?”

“Okay, boss,” Mark said. Elijah coughed painfully into the sleeve of his shirt, grabbed his backpack, and signed out of the computer.

“I’ll drive you home,” Greyson offered, but Elijah shook his head.

“Thanks, mother, but I think I can handle a five-mbinute drive with a cold,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Just mbake sure your guys are ready for tomorrow ndight – it’s going to be a doozy.”

“And that’s how we know it’s really time for you to leave, when you start using words like ‘doozy’,” Greyson said, pushing Elijah out the door. “Go. You’ve infected enough people today.”

Finally, Elijah did as he was told and left. Mark and Greyson stood in the office avoiding eye contact with each other for what felt like a long moment.

“You wanna run to the store and get some Emergen-C?” Greyson asked, breaking the awkward silence. Mark laughed a little.

“Yeah,” he said, pulling a hand down his face, “I guess I probably should.”

On his way out the back door, Matt caught the back of Mark’s shirt. “The fuck is going on up there?” he asked, confusion written all over his face. “Where are you going? Did Elijah go home?”

Mark turned and embraced Matt, then pulled back to offer a small smile. “Elijah went home,” he said. “And I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” Matt asked again. Mark just sighed and gave his boyfriend a defeated look.

“I’m going to try and ward off the stupid fucking front of house flu.”

#whiskeyswriting #snz #sickfic #snzfic #coldfic #snzblr #snez #male cold #male snz #contagion #sneezeblr

[randombrambles]

Okay...going to wade into the Sabezra discussion. May the flying spaghetti monster in sky have mercy on my soul...

I guess you could call me a "causal viewer" because, despite being a life long Star Wars fan, I'd never watched an episode of Rebels before watching Ahsoka. I just never got around to it and I've only watched a handful of eps of The Clone Wars too. But anyway once I started Ahsoka I was like "this show will clearly make more sense if I watch Rebels" so I started. I'm almost done season 3 of Rebels as of writing this post. And really loving Rebels btw. Part of me of like "why didn't I watch this earlier?" but on the other hand I don't have to wait for the next episode and I know the major spoilers already so I'm not going to get the rug yanked out from under me.

So back to Ahsoka and Sabezra...the big questions. Did I see the romance "coding" (not sure I agree "coding" is the right word but whatever, that's semantics) in Ahsoka? Yes. Sabine's actions definitely come across as her being in love with Ezra to me. That said I can also see the platonic angle, especially after having watched some of Rebels, so I'm not going to tell anyone they are wrong for viewing Sabine and Ezra's relationship as platonic. These things are subjective and open to interpretation until anything definitively romantic or definitively not romantic happens on screen. And at this point nothing definitive has happened either way on screen. Nobody has been proven right and nobody has been proven wrong yet. Sabezra is basically schrodinger's cat right now.

Next how did I interpret the "like a sister" line in Ezra's holo. Um...full disclosure the first time I viewed that scene I didn't even register that he'd said she was "like a sister" to him. I'd never even seen Rebels at that point so I didn't know Ezra yet. So as a causal viewer my take away from that scene was Ezra meant a lot to Sabine and Sabine meant a lot to Ezra. And I'd be wiling to bet that that was the takeaway for most causal viewers.

So on rewatch do I think the "like a sister" line means that Ezra truly sees Sabine as a sister? No. On rewatch, paying close attention to the body language, and after having watched some Rebels, I think Ezra is both struggling to find the words to tell Sabine how important she is to him and telling her what he thinks she needs to hear in that moment. The problem is that in English we don't have a word to describe someone isn't technically family but who isn't a lover either but who's also way more than "just" a friend. Sister is the best word Ezra can come up with in that moment but you can tell from his awkward body language and his literal scoff as soon as he says it that its not the right word. And yeah I think Ezra thinks that Sabine sees him as a brother so he tells her what he thinks she wants to hear right before he heads of on what very well could have been a suicide mission.

Do I think Sabezra is going to be made canon on Tuesday's final episode of Ahsoka (of season 1 at least). No, but hold on nobody panic!!! I also don't think that means Sabezra is dead in the water either. And frankly I'm kind of mystified as to why Sabezra shippers seem to think that the next episode is make or break for Sabezra when its clearly not? If there isn't a love declaration or a kiss or both (which is what I'm assuming people would interpret can them being made canon) its not like either Sabine or Ezra are going to marry someone else on Tuesday either. And since much of Ahsoka has been set up, meaning not much is actually going to get resolved in the next ep (Thrawn hasn't even left Perida[?] yet! I fear we are ending on a cliff hanger), we'll be seeing Sabine and Ezra again. There's no rush for them to get together romantically (and I know that's hard to hear for people who've been shipping for years but its true).

And further to the "there's no rush" point I actually have to say I that I think its WAY too soon for anything definitively romantic to happen between Ezra and Sabine yet (and again I get how hard that is for those who've been shipping them for a long time). And I say that as both a "casual viewer" and someone who's also watched a good chunk of Rebels now. For the causal viewer who hasn't watched Rebels, which is probably a big chunk of the audience for Ahsoka, they barely know Sabine, have just met Ezra and have only seen them interacting for ONE episode and don't know any of their history. A kiss or a love declaration would seem out of the blue at this point I think. And as someone who's getting into Rebels I still think its too soon. While I agree that Sabine is very likely in love with Ezra I don't think she's admitted to herself yet (that's why Baylan used the word family when he was getting her to hand over the map thingy imho) no way is she ready to tell HIM. And as for Ezra...dude is clueless that Sabine might might have non platonic feelings for him so no way is he going to risk ruining their friendship by blurting out that he's in love with her. And not only that they've been separated for 10 YEARS ffs. They need to get to know each other again before anything romantic can happen, again imho. I want Sabezra to become canon but I want it done WELL. Sabezra is a friends to lovers ship, they are still firmly in the friends stage right now, it needs to be a sloooooow burn.

And finally do I think Sabezra will become canon? Honestly...I don't know. I'd like it to, it would be really nice to have a non problematic ship, especially after the sequel trilogy robbed us of FinnRey and tried to force freaking r*ylo. But I think Filoni and the other powers that be over at DLF (he is NOT the sole person calling the shots here, keep that in mind everyone) are probably testing the waters right now and waiting to see what the audience reactions are like before they make any decisions. I'd be wiling to bet that by the end of Tuesday's episode the door will be left wide open for pretty much anything to happening shipping wise. So we'll just have to wait and see. Time will tell, it always does.

#sabezra #ahsoka show #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #sabine wren #long post #that was long #sorry

[mignonricciardo]

medicine | ln4

someone get this man some vitamins ! this is the second thing I've written about him being sick this season but I'm obsessed with the thought of taking care of mr. lando norris <3

summary: food poisoning in brazil means your boyfriend needs some medicine (1k words)

warnings: mentions of being sick to stomach, lovey dovey words, lots of fluff

The sudden movement of the mattress paired with the weight of extra blankets on top of me startles me awake. Once my pounding heart calms, I rub my eyes and look around. The spot in the bed is empty but still warm, and I catch a glimpse of the bathroom light beneath the door. I’m about to call his name, but that’s when I hear him. 

“Babe?” I say despite his gasps from the bathroom. 

I grab his water bottle from his side of the bed, cracking the bathroom door open. He’s kneeling in front of the toilet, elbows propped on the seat and his head in his hands. I don’t give him a chance to shut me out, and I slide into the bathroom with eyes squinting against the light. I crouch down next to him, placing his water bottle on the tile before my hand rests on his back, rubbing soothing circles against his warm skin. After a moment, he heaves again, but I stay rooted next to him with my hand on his back. 

“You can go back to bed,” he gasps after flushing, swishing water around in his mouth. 

My fingers continue their slow circles on his skin, “Not a chance.”

“I’m okay,” he answers softly, head still hanging in his hands. 

“No, you’re not,” I whisper, fingers reaching toward the short hair at the nape of his neck. He meets my eyes in the harsh bathroom light before I continue, “What can I do?”

He shakes his head slowly, wild curls bouncing on top of his head, “Just being here is enough.”

I nod, fingers working through his hair in an act of comfort, and I stay crouched next to him on the tile floor. I’m not sure how long we stay in the position beneath the harsh hotel lights with my fingers rubbing his scalp, but my frequent yawning causes him to clear his throat as he speaks.

“Get some sleep, babe, seriously,” his voice rasps. “I’ll be right there.”

“I’ll get you a few things ready,” I whisper, knees cracking as I stand back up. 

Lando suddenly grabs my hand, stopping me before I walk away, and whispers quietly in the silent hotel, “Love you.”

I squeeze his hand, “Love you, too.”

As he brushes his teeth in the bathroom, I get a few things ready in the room in case he’s sick again. I leave an electrolyte drink and an extra water on his nightstand, and I put the small trash can next to his side of the queen-size bed. I sit back in my spot on the bed, sheets going cold because we’ve been out of them for so long, and wait for him to emerge from the white tiled-bathroom. He flicks the light off, and I can’t help but smile softly as I take in his soft appearance—tanned torso complemented by cream sweatpants and wild curls. He flops onto the bed, immediately curling into me, and my arms wrap around him as one snakes toward his scalp to run through his curls. 

“Don’t know what’s wrong,” he mumbles into my side. “Think I ate something.”

“Well, good for you, it’s only media day,” I laugh softly, trying to bring some light to the situation.

He nods against me, head pressed against my chest, “I have to call Jon and the team.”

“We will in a bit,” I stifle my yawn, feeling heavy beneath the weight and warmth of his body pressed to mine. “It’s only 3 in the morning. Everyone will be asleep.”

“I’m sorry for waking you up,” he mumbles softly, and my heart splinters at his apology. 

“Lando,” my voice is gentle near his ear, trailing off as I lose my train of thought.

“I’m just happy you’re here,” he mumbles again, eyes fluttering shut. “Already feel better.”

I laugh quietly at his cheesy comment, heart swelling as warmth floods my veins, “Well, I’m not leaving your side until you’re 100%. You’ve got points to score.”

“My medicine and my number one fan?” he mumbles with a dopey smile, looking at me through lashes thick with fatigue. “How’d I get so lucky?”

I leave a gentle kiss against his forehead, pushing curls back from his face, “I wonder the same thing.”

He sighs contently as he readjusts our positioning, wrapping his arms around me in an embrace with his cheek pressed against my chest. The duvet is pulled over most of his back, revealing the tanned skin between his shoulder blades and muscled back, and our legs tangle beneath the sheets. We lay in silence for several minutes, feeling our limbs grow heavy and breath grow slower, and I relish in the closeness between us. 

“You know I love you, right?” he whispers, chest rumbling as he does. 

My eyes are closed, but I nod my head anyways as my heart flutters, “You remind me here and there.”

“I’m serious, babe,” he mumbles. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Lando,” I mutter, grinning as he squeezes his arms around my waist. “Are you feeling okay?”

He nods his head, “Because of you, yeah.”

“Good,” I huff. “When you feel sick again, wake me up. I promise you I’ll be far more upset if you don’t let me help you.”

“Deal,” he mutters, fingertips digging into my hips. “Babe?”

“Hmm?” I answer, eyes feeling heavy.

“You’re my favorite medicine,” he mutters, and I hold back laughter at his comment.

“I’ll let that slide only because you're sick,” I mumble. “Now, let’s go to bed.”

“Goodnight,” he whispers, nuzzling his head into me. “Love you.”

“Love you,” I respond back, relishing in the steady rise and fall of his chest against me. “I’m always here. Let me know if you want actual medicine in the morning.”

He chuckles, chest rumbling beneath the duvet, “This is perfect.”

#lando norris imagine #lando norris #lando norris fluff #formula 1 imagine #formula one imagine #formula 1 fluff #formula one fluff

[miss-may-i]

Miss May I: Season 4 Part 28

Isabella: He's so cute. I can't wait until I have a baby.

Julian: Yes you can.

Isabella: Well yeah I can, 'cause I'm gonna. But you know what I mean. Baby fever is real. Just look at these little cheeks.

Richie: How was Noah? Did he cry?

Julian: Yeah, I was pretty surprised. Didn't expect that from him but everyone was pretty emotional.

Richie: I can't believe how much he looks like him.

Julian: Why? 'Cause you thought he was going to be Damian's?

Richie: Well...

Julian: I know who my baby daddy is, Richie.

Isabella: It's not that we doubted you, Julie. It's just that...it's no secret you slept with Damian and that's kinda how babies are made.

Julian: I know how babies are made.

Vivian: Oh, hey guys.

Devon: Oh thank god.

Devon: There he is. How about we let these kids have their fun and go downstairs to shoot some pool?

Vivian: Okay, okay. Just let go.

Devon: So, how is it being a new uncle?

Vivian: Ask me again in a year. Is it bad I was hoping the kid would come out with blonde hair and blue eyes?

Devon: No offense to your sister, but we were taking bets on who the father could be.

Vivian: Well the ruling is out: he's definitely Noah's. The baby is practically his twin.

Vivian: Only time can tell where this will lead us, but it does seem like they're both trying at least. It's not the poor kid's fault that his parents are a couple of fuck ups.

Devon: Any idea how this is going to affect your custody case with Jade?

Vivian: Not a clue. The date is getting closer and honestly, I'm shitting myself over it. It's hard to predict what stunt a junkie will pull.

Devon: I know it's not ideal, but this is the best place for Julie and her new baby. You have this nice house, you're a teacher, and now you even own a bar. The only thing Jade has to her name is that lodge she shoots up in.

Vivian: She's doing everything she can to look good on paper. I just hope the judge isn't dumb enough to fall for it.

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#sims 3 #ts3 #simblr #ts3 simblr #sims story #story simblr #ts3 story #julian lowry #vivian lowry #jasper lowry #isabella malone #richie carver #devon carver #miss may i #miss may i season 4 #miss may i season 4 part 28

[itsgxsly]

AUSTRALIAN ENERGY

Summary: everyone loves the two australian drivers on the grid, and it gets even better when they are in a relationship

Pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

Warnings: suggestive jokes. This is based on an anonymous request that they sent me and I accidentally deleted it, so whoever asked for it, I hope you like it

Word Count: 986

Daniel and you were two of the f1 fans' favorite drivers. Even though Daniel had been a few years more than you on the grid, it didn't take long for you to connect when you started driving as a rookie for the Williams team. Years later, this being your eighth season and now driving with Aston Martin, it had been inevitable that you and Daniel would fall in love, making the two of you the star couple of the paddock. Everyone was aware of the dynamics of teasing and suggestive jokes that you had shared with each other for years, your humor and similar personalities, in addition to the fact that you were both Australians, being what had brought you closer and had made you fall hard for each other.

Today was Thursday, the Austin GP would take place this weekend. When your manager told you who you would do the press conference with that day, you smiled almost evilly when you saw your boyfriend's name among the pilots. There would also be Charles, Pierre and Max.

"There's my girl" your smile widened even more at Daniel's euphoric shout behind your back. You turned in time to see him run towards you and wrap you in a hug that lifted you a little off the ground making you let out a few laughs. You separated and managed to talk.

"I guess you've already seen the press conference today" Daniel asked you.

"I've seen it and you don't know how much I want to do the interview today with my favorite guy on the grill" you replied, waiting for him to fall for the joke.

"Aww, I also want to be with you today beautiful" Daniel smiled at you tenderly and a little mocking at your comment.

"oh honey I'm sorry but I didn't mean you, I was talking about Max, he's my favorite guy on the grill" you made fun of him.

“Really? Then maybe I should find some other pretty woman who prefers me over Max” he joked back.

You both smiled defiantly but lovingly at each other, knowing that you didn't really prefer another person in the world.

"I'll see you later, okay? I love you"

"I love you too, don't change me for Verstappen while I'm gone" Daniel ended the conversation. You gave each other a little kiss before each of you went your own way, waiting to see each other at the press conference.

Later you arrived at the press room already packed with journalists thirsty for rumors and information. Max, Pierre and Charles were already there and the three of them greeted you as you approached your seat, which was ironically right next to Max's, the seat on your other side was empty and you knew that would be where your boyfriend would go. You smiled at this, they knew what they were doing sitting together. The press conference was about to start and Daniel was late like many other times. He entered minutes later with his characteristic huge smile on his lips.

"Until you finally arrive, you love to make you wait Ricciardo" you joked with him knowing that he would answer you.

“I'm sorry honey, my fans claimed me. I guess you don't know about that since no one likes you” the joke followed, aware that you were one of the favorite riders, being an idol of many girls and women fans of motosport.

“Fuck you, Ricciardo” you replied.

“If you are the one who does it, it would be a pleasure, my love”

Daniel sat down and the press conference began, the boys answered questions in order until they came to you.

“The next question is for y/n and Daniel, how does it feel to be in a relationship and have to fight at the races every weekend? Is it difficult to carry?” the reporter asked.

You looked at Daniel who in turn looked at you and you were the first to take the microphone to your mouth, hesitating a little in the answer.

“I guess when we started dating we had a lot of doubts about that. It wasn't easy being together either because of what people would say and the fact that even if we loved each other we had to compete for a good place on the grid. But I think that over time we have been able to get along well, after all we are two adults and we can separate work from our private life. In addition, it is nice the constant clashes between us both in races and out of them. It keeps our relationship alive” the words came naturally from you when talking about Daniel.

You turned to look at your boyfriend who was already looking at you with eyes and a soft and slightly naughty smile before your last words.

“It's actually much better than that. It's wonderful to have the woman I love by my side as I live out my dream of driving in F1. Even if she is quite a strong rival I always enjoy knowing that I have her close to me while we do what we likes the most. Also, I think I can say that I love to celebrate with her all our victories, although more mine than hers ”the last sentence made you snort smiling at the insinuation in his voice and at his mockery.

"You dream of it, Ricciardo" you spoke into the microphone.

"I dream of other different things with you, beautiful, but I still win anyway" Daniel answered again.

All your interaction had brought laughter from everyone present, the press and journalists delighted with the couple you made and the one that the fans and even you and other pilots called the “Australian energy” that you had between you when you were together. You were the perfect couple, and it was known that you were made for each other.

#daniel ricciardo imagine #f1 weekend #formula 1 #austin gp 2022 #us gp 2022 #f1 2022 #f1 fandom #dr3 #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo x y/n #daniel #ricciardo #mclaren #aston martin #reader

[munchmemes]

bob’s burgers sentence starters ( season 2 edition )

❛  this is why i'm only friends with women.  ❜

❛  [NAME], honey, it's pretty obvious they're not into you. and i'm usually not that good at picking up vibes.  ❜

❛  ironic detachment is great. nothing means anything!  ❜

❛  what, do you work for the phone company now? [NAME]'s phone company?  ❜

❛  what, are you going to beat me up?  ❜

❛  we're about to die, [NAME]! do you really want your last words to be sarcastic?  ❜

❛  if i'm gonna die, i'm gonna play Aqua Boogie one last time!  ❜

❛  put it on a t-shirt, [NAME], i don't want to hear it.  ❜

❛  maybe the journey was the treasure.  ❜

❛  what does 'past due' even mean, you know?  ❜

❛  it's brilliant! there's no such thing as time.  ❜

❛  come back safe, [NAME]. don't leave me with these frigging people.  ❜

❛  it looks like a huge, misshapen penis.  ❜

❛  i am so glad you joined the group, [NAME].  ❜

❛  if you make it out of there, i will do anything. anything you want. except that one thing.  ❜

❛  everything's on the table, including on the table.  ❜

❛  oh, don't tsk me.  ❜

❛  you'll eat anything.  ❜

❛  don't you make noises at me, you judge-a-roo.  ❜

❛  so, let's talk synchronized swimming.  ❜

❛  what do you expect? you coddle them too much.  ❜

❛  i'm not gonna coddle them this time. i'm gonna get real tough.  ❜

❛  it's chocolate. it tastes like chocolate tastes.  ❜

❛  you're my best friend.  ❜

❛  it's nice to have you back.  ❜

❛  i accept your apology and i will help you. i will help you by not helping you.  ❜

❛  what just happened here? why is everyone smiling and not helping?  ❜

❛  we can fake our way through this.  ❜

❛  we're at a swimming pool. this is the safest place to be during a fire.  ❜

❛  false alarm. everything is fine.  ❜

❛  oh! now i'm hungry for chilli!  ❜

❛  call me next time you find something that you think you're good at. ❜

❛  it's not called a peeing race. it's called a pissing contest.  ❜

❛  was it obvious i don't care?  ❜

❛  look at me, it's an intervention. you have a problem.  ❜

❛  i'm not leaving any stone unturned. they're all gonna be turned! all the stones!  ❜

❛  oh, i love secrets! tell me!  ❜

❛  i've got a better idea. you know what's free? Loading.  ❜

❛  do you mind? you're kinda crowding me.  ❜

❛  video games and drugs, those two things don't mix.  ❜

❛  i'm not a nerd. i'm a video game enthusiast.  ❜

❛  i'm calling it. this party's dead.  ❜

❛  unleash the beast! no mercy!  ❜

❛  fantastic! not my problem!  ❜

❛  i wish i'd met you sooner. i wonder what you looked like fifteen minutes okay.  ❜

❛  if we were gonna have to be banned for life from someplace, i'm glad it's there. ❜

❛  plan b, [NAME]! i'm slashing tires! ❜

❛  [NAME], use our code names!  ❜

❛  isn't it funny how much more i know than you?  ❜

❛  drunk people like hamburgers, it's not science.  ❜

❛  ugh, you were right. it's not subtle.  ❜

❛  i'm gonna throw a falafel at them.  ❜

❛  i don't wanna die a virgin!  ❜

❛  it's not a lie if you lie to vegetarians.  ❜

❛  what about your road rage, [NAME]? it's not very good!  ❜

❛  see? i knew it was funny.  ❜

❛  let's play the quiet game until we get back.  ❜

❛  guess who's on new meds!  ❜

❛  wait, i brought gifts! i picked them out at a truck stop.  ❜

❛  according to my calculations, you're next!  ❜

❛  time for the charm bomb to explode.  ❜

❛  i hate that parrot.  ❜

❛  you know what, take off your cranky pants and go take a nap.  ❜

❛  i hate signing birthday cards.  ❜

❛  if this fails, i'm gonna kill myself.  ❜

❛  [NAME], you've taken them hostage?  ❜

❛  from now on, i will only dumpsack them when i'm in the neighbourhood. but you took the fun out of it.  ❜

❛  i'm still so nervous the cops are gonna show up.  ❜

❛  well, if the cops come, we need a plan.  ❜

❛  don't have a crap attack.  ❜

❛  okay, fine. but i'm gonna complain the whole time.  ❜

❛  that'll cost a fortune! we have a terrible data plan!  ❜

❛  i don't get drunk. i just have fun.  ❜

❛  don't be such a boob punch.  ❜

❛  it's not fun for everyone, [NAME].  ❜

❛  messing with [NAME] is a privilege, not a right!  ❜

❛  just be yourself and [NAME] can go sit in syrup. let the bees get them.  ❜

❛  put some clothes on! leave something to the imagination for god's sake!  ❜

❛  notice me!  ❜

❛  it got a little weird at the end but you get the idea.  ❜

❛  i smell fear on you.  ❜

❛  i don't know about you but that is certainly some of the cutest baby panda footage i've ever seen.  ❜

❛  in this country, no backsies means something.  ❜

❛  fame tears families apart.  ❜

❛  are you not entertained?!  ❜

❛  it stinks in here.  ❜

❛  you're supposed to love each other, not kill each other! this isn't the bible! ❜

❛  those aren't curse words.  ❜

#had to skip most of the dr. yap episode bc.......... i can't stand it. #roleplay meme #ask meme #rp meme #tag meme #tag memes #sentence starters #rp starters #bob's burger rp starters #bob's burgers sentence starters

[trainsinanime]

I've been putting this off for a long time because I fear it might attract the salty folks, which I absolutely don't want. But I figure I might say it anyway:

Adrinette in season 5 is weird as hell.

Season 5 starts really interesting. Ladybug is falling for Chat Noir! Adrien is falling for Marinette! Lady Noire is extremely confused! Marichat happens, kisses twice, and then immediately splits up again for heroic reasons! And then, the big point: The Kwamis leave, briefly, and Adrinette get closer…

…and they're now just plain dating. The trick to getting them together was just to wait until Adrien asked her out first, and that's it.

Well, okay, but what next? They're both still superheroes, there are still all these complicated feelings between Ladynoir. Adrien and Marinette can't be together without the reveal, everybody knows that, right? So surely, Ladynoir will become a problem for Adrinette, or something along these lines.

But no. Instead the problems of our new couple is that they can't figure out how to say "I love you" or kiss, or problems involving their friends, enemies and frenemies, like Kagami, Felix, Zoé, Kim and Chloé. Ladynoir is just plain platonic now, and that's it. Kissy-kissy meow-meow? Been there, done that, not a factor anymore. That's weird, right?

And I'm not trying to knock the second half of season 5 here at all, I had a lot of fun with it, and a lot of the episodes were really nice! Even though the swimming pool one answered questions that actually weren't questions in ways that didn't really make sense once you think about it, but that's a different issue.

So if you see people going, "I hope Adrinette break up in season 6", that's what they—we—mean. I'm all for Adrinette, but I want to see them work for it, and I want them to have a reveal, eventually, that is meaningful and changes their relationship, like it should.

#miraculous ladybug #ml season 5 spoilers #ml season 5 #ml s5 spoilers #ml s5

[bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls]

Hi✨ I would like to ask your opinion on something. My dom and I have been together for year and a half, most of our relationship has been online cuz we are from different cities and he has been dealing with a family situation. The thing is sex and sex play is on and off depending on everything going on in his life and I'm pretty okay with that but I have picked a pattern of his and I don't think I like it.

I have seen that we have seasons, seasons we play hard and seasons we play less. When we play hard sometimes we do it for weeks or even months but then he suggest something that for me is a hard no, at least while we're apart (is always the same thing) and I always suggest that we can try it in the future and that I'm not completely close to that, just that while we're apart I don't feel completely confortable. When he says that normally he suggests it 2 o 3 times more in very subtle way during the course of the week until I stop to explote. Then he says he's never going to suggest it again and then the sex decreases until even if I ask for permission to touch myself he doesn't really care so I stop asking for permission at all. And the the cycle starts again.

Yesterday was the day that I exploited cuz the particular punishment he suggested and even more for the lack of attention he was giving. Today I tried to have a very mature conversation about everything, we even completed an excel about kink compatibility. I said my part, he said his and for me I only said that I needed him to know me better to break me to the point were it was still safe for both of us, that I needed trust, confidence and devotion from his side so I could be fully submissive. He said he understood, that he will not suggest that again NEVER (so the cycle is complete) and that he didn't like that I was telling him what and what not to do, and that he also didn't like that we had to plan everything.

I don't know, I don't want to get through the cycle again, I'm just confused and really don't know what to do.

FYI in the compatability test he has way more "hard no" than me, even in things I would really love to try but even with that, I would never push him.

So this time I don't know that to do, I don't know if I should encourage more difficult conversations and try to solve this and wait for him to return home for good. He's going to return in one month (his family situation is finally solved). Or just give up all together. I know I'm no perfect and he's not perfect either but he always tries his best, he does research for me to feel more confortable, he always cares for me and he's always super respectful and in full control of himself. He always is, apart from this particular kink. So I really don't know what to do.

Any suggestions? I know this is way too much to ask

If you haven’t given him an opportunity to see and consider the pattern you’ve uncovered, then I feel like you should go the “difficult conversations” route. I mean, there are many signs of incompatibility here, so I’m not confident that talking is going to fix anything… but you’ll feel better about the decision to give up if you’ve ticked all the communicative boxes.

With that said:

I don’t want to project my personality and approach on to your guy, which just isn’t fair to either of you. But I’ve gotta say, this whole “I wanna do X… oh. No? How about now…? Really? I’ll bet you couldn’t do it correctly anyway, but… wow, thought that would work. What if I wear a funny hat while we— still no, huh? Okay then, behold as I selflessly and permanently abandon this thoroughly rejected idea until the next time I’m horny” thing is some real Little League nonsense, and both of you should expect more of him.

Let’s put aside the badgering and coercive vibes that everyone else on Tumblr will point out. Instead, I want to know where his goddamned pride has gone, and why both of you are okay with it disappearing.

Why the fuck is he repeatedly trying to pressure you into anything? He is —in theory— the leader of this two-person expedition, and leaders don’t nag or pout. Instead of wasting time trying to pester you into compliance, he could be showing you why he deserves to hear you beg for it.

It’s not your job to be the kind of girl who always agrees; it’s his job to be the kind of man you’d never refuse.

#asks #advice

[icantpickafictionalman]

New flesh

Adam x Fem!Reader

A/n : you remember that scene in stranger things season 3 where El gets a piece of the mind flayer stuck in her leg, and she uses her powers to get it out? Yeah, it's that (kinda)

Context : Reader is a different kind of seraphim, one capable of chaos beyond anything imaginable. She could bring universes to downfall, and despite her mighty power being forbidden to use, decided so by Sera, the head seraphim, there come times when it is the only answer. Although readers powers span as far as collapsing worlds, a given is her talents when it comes to telekinesis. During the battle in ep8, we see reader draw the final straw, and give into her powers.

Tags: heavy gore, Angst, knifes, descriptive injuries and pain

(PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE)

"Wait!" Adam screamed, as he watched his lover, who had come to help in the battle, descend into her truest form. (Name), one of the angelic seraphim, was powerful. So powerful, that she would hurt herself in the process of using her powers.

When she had fully reached her chaotic form, a bright light blinded almost everyone watching. All of hell experienced momentary sunrise, and even heaven saw a bright, white flash.

The battle was done. Everyone had been stopped, however, as (name) fell to the floor, Adam rushed to her side. Soon, everyone gathered to watch.

"What- what the fuck were you thinking?!What have you done?!" Adam screamed in between fast and short breaths, just now noticing the huge gash of flesh ripped out of (Name)'s knee.

"I'm- I'm fine! Fuck- Aeugh!" She cried out, pain soaking through her skin and forming itself into words. "Where does it hurt?!" He yelled, trying his best to put an end to his beloved's anguish. "Everywhere! Fucking- Adam it's in me!" She screamed, throwing her head back so that she didn't have to look at the golden blood pouring out of her leg any longer. "What? What the fuck do you mean 'it's' fucking in you! What is!?" Experiencing pain beyond imagine, all (name) could muck up the strength to do was point to her leg. When Adam looked, he saw a lump, moving around under (name)'s skin, making its way from the bottom of the wound, to further up her leg. "Fucking Christ! What the-! I need, I need something to get it out of her!" Nearby, Adam watched as Nifty pulled out a knife and offered it to Adam. "Fuck, yeah okay!" Turning back to (name), he held her hand. "Look, this is only gonna hurt for-" but he was cut off by (name)'s excruciating cries. "Get it out! Get it out of me!" Wincing, Adam held the knife at an angle, and began slidinb the knife down from the top of her leg to the opening of the gash, trying to push the creature out, but it just wouldn't work. "I'm gonna have to cut your leg, you'll be okay, just.. oh fuck!" Adam tried his best not to hurt her, but piercing her with a knife and slowly making the hole bigger was no use. "Fuck, fuck just- just let me- Agh! Let me do it!" Adam threw the knife to the side, not wanting to cause her any more pain. Slowly, (name) raised her hands above the wound, and started to focus, until, the creature could be seen being dragged slowly but surely back down to the wound. As (name) continued to wail, everyone around her was silent. But more specifically, Adam was silent. He was shocked. Scared. Confused. Suddenly, as (name) gave one last blood-curdling scream, the creature was released from her leg, and immediately Adam pounced at it with the knife. He couldn't even say anything. Just grunt, as he tortured and pulverised the creature who had caused his love such suffering. (Name) was silent too, partly recovering, partly stunned. She had never seen Adam so... violent.

As the two left, Adam carried (name) through the portal back to heaven, and made sure to find her immediate medical attention.

"I don't know how you done it." He whispered, sitting next to her hospital bed where she lay, drifting in and out of sleep.

"Done what?"

"Yanked that thing out of you like it was nothing. I struggled to get it out of you myself. Must've hurt like hell."

"It's better now."

"You sure?"

"Promise."

"I love you."

"I love you too Adam."

#fandom #fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel 2024 #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel fandom #wattpad #writers on tumblr #creative writing #adam hazbin #sinner adam #hazbin adam #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin spoilers #tumblr writers #writer stuff #writerscommunity #writing #adam

[thewritingofspencerrose]

Missile Target Missed

lando norris x oc, lewis hamilton x daughter!oc

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" Lando's voice roars through the hospital waiting room, filled to the brim with F1 drivers. The entire grid, to be exact.

His target? Pierre Gasly, the man who he holds responsible for his pain. For her pain.

"Mon homme," Pierre tries to cool, holding his hands up in defense. "I didn't mean for it to happen."

"Didn't mean for it to happen?" Lando questions, voice like ice. "I listened to the radio calls! You knew a Redbull was right there and you were determined to get P1! No matter what!"

"I just thought it was Max, that I'd be knocking him down. I didn't think I'd be hitting Josette."

"And that's ok to you? Risking another driver's life? After everything?"

"Lando, I'm sure -"

"I don't want your reassurances Charles! He almost killed Jo! She's Lewis' daughter! The love of my life! The mother of my child!"

But he hadn't realized what he had said until it was too late.

The mother of my child.

"The what?" Oscar is the one to question, the youngest's eyes being wide.

Running a hand down his face, all he can do is sigh, tears rolling down his face as he looks up to seventeen of the nineteen people he spends every weekend with.

"We didn't know," Is all he cries, Max being to quick to catch the Brit as he crumbles. "She wouldn't have been racing if we knew. She was only a little late."

"Lando, you have to explain in full what's going on," Max requests gently, the normal teasing not present in his voice.

"Joss is pregnant," Lewis answers, reappearing with a nurse by his side, dismissing the woman with a thank you. "It's still early, six weeks according to the doctor. And she and baby Hamilton-Norris will be okay," he assures, tears still fresh on his face as he aims the last statement at Lando. "It's going to be okay, Kid."

In most situations, Lando wouldn't have done what he did next, but this was no normal situation. He got straight up and hugged Lewis, that man who had been hesitant to have Lando anywhere near his daughter, and he hugged the younger boy right back.

"Pops, why are you hugging Lando?" I can't help but ask, the nursing assistant stopping my wheelchair just outside the open area, all of the boys eyes on me, just like they were on my first day. Well, minus the dark blue cast on my arm.

"We're just happy you two are okay, my gorgeous girl," He assures, letting go of Lando and coming to me, thanking the nurse who clearly thinks he the best thing next to wine and kissing my forehead.

"Oh baby," Lan coos, giving me a look over that would typically leave me with goosebumps if he wasn't crying.

I know my body is bruised and battered. Crashing does that to a person. His arms wrap around me gently, his lips meeting the top of my head as he kneels to my level.

"I'm so glad you are okay," He whispers, holding me as tight as he dares.

"We're okay, really," I can't help but assure, the idea of being a we're still so foreign but so loved. "Although I don't think Horner will be thrilled with either of us."

"Like I could be mad at you," Horner's voice floats from the back of the room, and based on everyone's faces, no one had realized he had arrived. "However, you and I will be having a conversation Gasly," He adds, glancing at the man as he moves past him, arms wrapping around me in a hug. "Zak and I will have to chat about our orange and papaya baby."

Pierre. Dad mentioned that he had been the one to crash into me.

Because he thought I was Max.

But I can't help but laugh at Christian's little joke, imagining the hayday our social media admin are going to be in.

"You're going to be okay?" Oscar speaks up, him and Max coming to give me light hugs as well, Max ruffling my hair.

"I'll be okay, we'll be okay," I assure, moving to stand from the wheelchair with my father's help, Lan attempting to hold most of my body weight. "Obviously, today will be my last racing day of the season, but I'm still going to be in the paddock as much as possible. After healing of course," I assure, seeing the look Lando is giving me.

"Josette, I'm so-"

"Pierre, I'm not prepared to talk to you right now," I can't help but interrupt, "I know it wouldn't have been your fault, but if we had lost our baby... if I had died-"

"Josette Elizabeth Sienna Hamilton," Pops scolds, tears in his eyes at the thought. It's only ever just been us. And Roscoe and Coco.

"If I had died, my family, my love, and my fans would have blamed you, as well as the FIA. While I know that I don't, I could have lost everything today, because you decided to teach my best friend, my teammate, a lesson for being good at his passion."

"Jo-"

"Mate, I suggest you respect her wishes, because I am not as forgiving as my girl," Lan warns, a look I've never seen on his face.

"Lando," Oscar whispers on my behalf, clearly sensing my concern. "Why don't you get Josie and baby home, I'm sure some rest and relaxation will do them well on the plane."

"He's right my love," I whisper, pulling his hand. "Wheel me away, prince charming, I can't wheel this thing on my own."

"You're wish is my command, your majesty," He returns, pecking me once before looking to Pops, nodding for him to follow along.

"Wait, Lan," I can't help but pause, looking to the grid around the room. "Thank you boys for coming. It truly means the world."

"Anything for a friend," Is George's response, making me smile and nod, Lan directing me out the doors.

Six months later

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joss.hamilton testing, testing, one, two, three, is this thing working?

apologies for the months without posting, in the following to my crash six months ago, my and my family's lives were turned upside down.

bad news? i had broken my arm. good news that lan and i now have decided to announce? baby hamilton-norris will be making an appearance in the paddock in the 2025 season, as soon as he is born in december.

so there's the updates. i can not thank you all enough for your kind words, support, and love over the last few months. let us continue to heal and love each other <3

(picture credits to lan)

landonorris i can not believe life is real. thank you for making it so perfect

lewishamilton excited to rise to the title of grandpops in a few months <3

pierregasly beyond grateful to have been able to rebuild friendships. to you both and baby norris

#original character #the writing of spencer rose #lando norris #lando norris x oc #formula 1 fanfiction #formula 1 #hamiton!oc #lewis hamilton daughter

[libraryofloveletters]

Stuck

Joe Gomez x Fem!Reader

Warnings: snowed in, this vacation is not going as planned, you're both over it, a few smart ass comments, alcohol and the consumption of.

Word Count: 513

Author's Note: I feel like no one writes for joe lmao

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You and Joe take a week off before Christmas hectic-ness to go up to the cabin and relax. The last thing you expected what to get snowed in. 

After the last game of the holiday season, you and Joe decided that you'd spend your week off in the cabin that you had up in Switzerland.

You made plans to go to town the following day after you arrived, it was late when you got in. The two of you didn't do much shopping, you just picked up a few things to hold you over until the following day when you'd go into town.

Except the plans changed when you woke up.

Joe is still in bed, grumbling about you getting up and leaving him. "Where are you going? Come back," his arm stretched out for you, still under the covers.

"Hold on," you tell him, opening the curtains to let some light in. Joe groans again, arm over his face to cover his eyes. "Babe, c'mon. Shut the curtains."

"Uh Joey," you call for him, "I think we're stuck."

"What?" He moves his arm, looking at you.

You pull the curtains back to show him what you were talking about, the man sits up to see the snow that had accumulated overnight, now blocking the path out to the driveway.

"Where did all of that come from?" He asks and you shrug, "I'm not a meteorologist, Joe. How would I know?"

"Okay smart ass." He rolls his eyes. "Wait, we have nothing to eat."

"There's a shovel, have at it."

Joe rolls his eyes, slipping back under the covers. The two of you spent most of the day in bed, the two of you bickering until you finally got up and went downstairs, trying to avoid smacking your husband.

Not like you made it snow.

He finally makes his way downstairs, and he sits beside you on the couch. "Wanna play a game?" He asks, lugging the board games out from the cupboard.

"Fine." You sit on the floor, Joe opens Monopoly in front of you. The two of you played two rounds before you decided to give up and switch to Uno.

Uno ended with the two of you arguing about who was supposed to go and what the reverse card actually means before you both gave up.

"I'm hungry," he announces and you roll your eyes, getting up to check what's in the fridge. "We have chocolate, strawberries and uhhhh.. champagne."

"What did we think we were doing? That's such an odd shopping list."

"Yeah, you're the freak that bought it, thinking you'd get some."

He makes a face at your answer, rolling his eyes playfully. "Did it work?"

"No," you laughed, bringing the stuff to the coffee table. You set the stuff down, your husband grabs the bottle of champagne and pops the cork, taking a big sip of it before handing the bottle to you.

The two of you ended up finishing off most of the chocolate before working on the strawberries and champagne. "Next time," he starts, lying over your lap, "make sure we buy more than just strawberries and champagne."

"We bought chocolate too," you reminded him, earning yourself a playful smack to the thigh.

#holiday extravaganza blurbs 23 #joe gomez #joe gomez x reader #joe gomez x you #joe gomez x y/n #football x reader #football x you #football x y/n #football imagine #football blurb