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ladcedes · 6 months ago

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lowkey - ln4

lando norris x reader

request Hi could you write a lando Norris x younger mexican/irish gf reader (21) fc (rae cambra )where they keep things private because she doesnt want hate and her instagram is private too and shes always seen with lando and they went on holiday together smau pls.

note first request ever omg... thank you so much for this anon! pretty sure whoever requested actually forgot abt it atp... im sooo sorry this took me like half a year to get to I actually never check my inbox 😭😭😭

set in the summer bcs why tf not!

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paddockwags lando norris and his girlfriend, yn ln, seen in monaco 📸

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starlandos how did they even meet bruh 😭

⤷ bownorris exactly she has like zero social media presence how are they even together

⤷ paddockwags @.bownorris lots of athletes meet their wags through mutual friends so it’s likely that

amourln4 i give them another week 🥱

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f1.wagspot lando norris’ girlfriend, yn ln’s, instagram account revealed!

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favspiastri hold up does anyone think they meet through alex?? since they follow each other…

lncult WAITTT if u look back at some of alex’s posts u can find a glimpse of her

⤷ fourclaren so what she used her friend to get herself a famous bf? social climber 😒😐

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f1.wagspot lando norris spotted enjoying the sun with his girlfriend in mallorca ahead of the azerbaijan gp!

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4norrism are him and charles in the same place??

⤷ princeleclerc omg lando and charles vacation meetup?!?

silverstonel4n icb he’s stayed this long with a girl who’s so hidden from the spotlight

⤷ mcl4ren she’s so different from his past gfs it’s crazy

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yourusername when your schedules all line up >>>>

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alexandrasaintmleux bestie holidays ❤️

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⤷ yourusername cheers to more! 🥂

landonorris hope you liked your graduation gift ml ❤️

⤷ yourusername calling it a graduation gift really isn’t helping the allegations yk…

⤷ landonorris @.yourusername well in your defense i only paid for the plane and the guys split yacht costs so i think we’re good 🤓 you deserve it anyway 🤷‍♂️

landonorris trip finally made it out of the gc!

⤷ alex_albon stop trying to be relatable your trips always make it out of the gc. you're rich.

⤷ landonorris @.alex_albon then how come our golfing trips rarely happen :(

⤷ georgerussell63 @.landonorris have you thought about not planning them spontaneously, during race weeks, in a range halfway across the world?

⤷ yourusername @.georgerussell @.landonorris were you silent, or were you SILENCED

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landonorris sun’s out… summer break!

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ln4tion don’t be shy lando… finish the phrase 😁

⤷ formulamclaren fr when did this guy get pr training 😂😂

fourrari is this finally the official hard launch

⤷ gr63atest does it count as a hard launch if her face still isnt visible 😭😭

⤷ fourrari @.gr63atest 😭 at least we got confirmation tho

ladcedes keeping up with the 'comments as an author's note' tradition: I really hope this one meets expectations! I think it's a bit short but I didn't rly know what to do...

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rootbeeropossum · 28 days ago

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Its happening again. atp i see school as a fashion show / hangout

Tfw u actually really want to go to bed bcz ur excited for the outfit ur gonna wear tmrw

#i miss my buddies #and i got a really good fit idea #let me go to school bruh #im boutta hate summer

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callikari · 3 months ago

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JE T'AIMERAI POUR TONJOURS x bien sur, tonjours

沉在润 x fem!reader !! nombre de mots ─── 1.2k #genre || fluff (i think!!) , brothers best friend trope avertissements :: slightly angst, slow burn, i think theres like one kiss, overwhelming emotions

⋆˙⟡ ⊹₊⟡⋆ 维维安 t'aime

ViViANS NOTE — made this on call with my bum booty friend! HES READING IT RN BRUH💔

you meet jake sim on a blistering summer afternoon when you’re eight years old. he’s the new kid on the block, all golden skin and sunlit laughter, and your brother drags him into your house like they’ve known each other forever.

“this is jake,” your brother announces carelessly, dropping his backpack by the door. “he’s gonna be hanging around a lot.”

jake’s eyes land on you, wide and curious. “oh, you’re his little sister?”

you nod cautiously.

his lips curl into a playful grin. “cute.”

your face scrunches up instantly. “i’m not cute!”

he only laughs, ruffling your hair like it’s second nature, like you’ve been friends for years. and from that day forward, jake sim is everywhere.

he’s there when your brother isn’t, walking you home, making sure you don’t trip over the cracks in the sidewalk. he teases you relentlessly, calling you kiddo even though you’re only two years younger than him, but never lets anyone else do the same. when someone makes fun of how quiet you are, jake is the first to step in, throwing an arm around your shoulder with a casual, “hey, don’t talk about her like that. she’s cooler than all of you combined.”

you roll your eyes, shoving him off, but later, when you’re walking home together, you mumble, “thanks, jake.”

he just nudges you playfully. “always.”

years pass, and jake becomes a constant—woven into your life like a familiar song.

he’s there on the first day of high school, waiting outside your classroom with a grin, complaining about how exhausting his classes are. he’s there when you stay up too late cramming for exams, texting you dumb jokes to keep you awake. he’s there on your birthdays, sneaking extra gifts into your pile and pretending like he had nothing to do with it.

but somewhere along the way, something shifts. maybe it’s the way his hand lingers when he passes you something. maybe it’s the way he always texts first, making sure you’ve eaten, that you’re home safe, that you’re okay. maybe it’s the way his voice softens when he talks to you, like you’re someone worth being careful with.

one evening, as you sit side by side on your rooftop, watching the city lights flicker, he turns to you with a small smile.

“you’re my favorite person, you know that?”

your heart stumbles. you try to play it off, rolling your eyes. “you say that to everyone.”

“nope,” he says, leaning in slightly. “just you.”

you don’t know what to say to that, so you just look at him, cheeks warm, heart racing.

then, one night, it happens.

a thunderstorm rattles your windows, loud and relentless. you hate thunderstorms, and without thinking, you send him a simple text: can’t sleep.

he calls immediately. “hey,” his voice is soft. “you okay?”

“just… don’t like the thunder,” you admit quietly.

there’s rustling on his end, like he’s shifting under his blankets. “wanna stay on the phone?”

“okay.”

he talks about random things—his day, a funny thing his dog did, a song he thinks you’d like. his voice is steady, grounding, and before you know it, you’re falling asleep. the next morning, you wake up to a text.

sleep well?

you smile as you reply. thanks, jake.

his response is instant. always.

but still, you don’t do anything about it. you don’t let yourself think too much about the way your heart aches in his absence, or how much you crave his presence. you convince yourself it’s just a phase—just the familiarity of childhood lingering into something else.

until the night you kiss him.

you don’t mean to.

but he’s standing there, watching you with that soft, unreadable expression, like he’s memorizing you. the air between you is charged, and suddenly, it feels impossible not to close the distance.

so you do.

it’s quick, nervous—barely more than a brush of lips before you pull back, eyes widening.

“oh—”

jake blinks, surprised. then, slowly, he smiles.

“finally,” he murmurs.

before you can process his words, he’s cupping your face, tilting your chin up. his gaze searches yours, silent but full of meaning.

“can i kiss you properly?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

you nod.

then his lips are on yours again—soft, warm, and everything you didn’t know you had been waiting for. he kisses you like he’s meant to, like he’s been waiting just as long as you have.

when you finally break apart, breathless, he rests his forehead against yours.

“you were always mine,” he murmurs.

you close your eyes, smiling.

"i know,"

@ash-engen @cheruphic @chrrific

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nosyp · 4 months ago

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Crowned by Desire

Chapter 4

A/N = Short cuz I got lazyy... so sorry...

Warning = dark, yandere, toxic relationships, controlling behaviour, slight infantilization

Pairings = Greek Gods x reader

Summary = After the whole fiasco, the gods' decide to have a small chat with you.

Word count = 1.6k words

Taglist = @caged-birdies-blog

“Exactly where I’m meant to be? What kind of bullshit is that?” you ask, voice growing angry.

Hestia reaches out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear like a mother soothing a fussy child. “You don’t need to fight it,” she murmurs, her warmth coiling around you like an embrace you can’t escape. “We know what’s best for you.”

A chuckle comes from behind. “Adorable,” Apollo muses, lounging lazily as if your outburst is nothing more than entertainment. “You act as if you had a choice in the first place.”

You jerk away from Hestia’s touch, but it’s pointless. The warmth lingers, sinking into your skin like an ember left to smolder. It doesn’t matter how much you resist— there’s nowhere to go. Nowhere to run.

Apollo leans forward, golden eyes flickering with amusement. “What’s with the attitude?” he asks, voice dripping with faux concern. “I’d hate to think we aren’t treating you well enough.”

“You aren’t.” Your glare is sharp, but it only makes his smirk widen.

“Oh?” He cocks his head. “And what exactly is it you’re lacking?”

“Freedom,” you bite out.

Silence follows

…

Just long enough for dread to settle in your stomach. Then, Apollo laughs. It’s bright and warm, like sunlight on a summer afternoon, but there’s no kindness in it.

Hestia sighs, shaking her head. “You’re still thinking too small.”

“She always does,” Poseidon mutters, an ocean-blue gaze locked on you, calculating. “She keeps grasping for something she was never meant to have.”

Zeus steps closer, and the room shifts with him, the very air bending to his presence. “Why do you insist on making this difficult?” he asks, voice deceptively calm. “We’ve been nothing but patient.”

You open your mouth. Maybe to argue, maybe to spit out another insult, but the words catch in your throat when his hand cups your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

“You are ours.” The words are soft, almost a whisper, but they carry the weight of an undeniable truth. “You have always been ours honey.”

You want to deny it. To push him away. But the way they look at you… as if you’re a precious thing, a belonging, something meant to be kept, it makes your pulse stutter.

Because deep down, you already know.

They aren’t going to let you go.

They never were.

Zeus’s (bruh how are you supposed to write his name) grip is firm, but not cruel. He doesn’t need to be. The weight of his presence alone is enough to keep you still, to remind you that struggling is useless.

“You act as though you have a choice,” he muses, thumb brushing over your jaw. “As though this isn’t exactly where you belong.”

Hestia hums in agreement, her warmth curling around you like a gentle flame. “You keep fighting, but what for? Do you even know?”

You clench your fists. “I don’t belong to you.”

The words sound weak even to your own ears.

Poseidon scoffs, stepping forward, his presence a tidal wave threatening to pull you under. “Lying won’t save you, little one.”

“Neither will denial.” Apollo leans in close, his golden eyes gleaming with something unsettling. “We have already won.”

The truth of it sits heavy in the air. You know it. They know it. And still, you refuse to break.

Ares chuckles from the corner of the room, arms crossed. “I’ll give her credit. She’s stubborn.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Aphrodite finally speaks, her voice like silk, her beauty almost unbearable this close. She tilts your chin up with delicate fingers, her touch deceptively gentle. “I think it makes her all the more fun.”

“Fun?” Hades repeats, unimpressed. “You would reduce her to that?”

Aphrodite only smiles, unbothered. “Oh, don’t be dramatic. I never said it was a bad thing.”

The air grows thick with tension, the gods momentarily lost in their own silent power struggle, as if your fate is something to be discussed like a fine piece of jewelry, like a rare treasure to be found. And you were found.

“Fuck you all,” you spat, voice laced with venom. “Honestly, I’d rather be in hell rather than this— wait, nevermind— this IS hell,”

“No honey, hell is in the underworld, but you’re not there anymore.” Artemis’s voice shoots through.

“You should be grateful,” Apollo chimes in, golden eyes gleaming with something far too amused for your liking. “We took you away from all that darkness. You’re somewhere much better now.”

“Better?” You let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “You call this better?” Your glare sweeps over them; these so-called gods who act like your very existence is theirs to dictate. “I don’t even have the freedom to fucking breathe without you all hovering over me.”

Zeus smirks, unbothered by your outburst. “And why would we ever let you out of our sight?”

You open your mouth to snap back, but before you can, Ares strides forward, his presence suffocating. “You’re just mad because you lost,” he taunts, voice thick with amusement. “All that fire, all that fight, and still… here you are.”

You grit your teeth, hands clenched into trembling fists.

“Don’t listen to them, love,” Aphrodite coos, her delicate fingers ghosting over your cheek. It’s a mockery of comfort, a predator playing with its food. “They’re being cruel.”

“Cruel?” Poseidon chuckles, shaking his head. “She’d be crushed if we were truly cruel. But we’re merciful.”

“Merciful?” Your voice wavers, frustration boiling over into something dangerously close to despair. “Keeping me here, treating me like some— some plaything— that’s mercy?”

“Of course,” Hestia murmurs, her warmth pressing in around you, suffocating in its gentleness. “Because as long as you’re here, as long as we have you, nothing can hurt you.”

Her words send a chill down your spine.

A low, amused hum fills the air. Hermes, lounging lazily with his chin resting in his palm, watches you like you're a passing storm. You’re wild, thrilling, but ultimately harmless.

"You act like this isn't exactly where you belong," he muses. "Like you aren’t meant to be here."

“Meant to be?” you scoff, glaring at him. “I don’t belong anywhere near you freaks.”

Aphrodite tilts her head, lips curving in a slow, knowing smile. “Oh, darling, but you do. You fit so perfectly here, with us.”

Hestia nods, her warm, patient gaze making your skin itch. “You’re safest here,” she murmurs, voice like a lullaby. “With us, you’ll never want for anything.”

“She’s still fighting,” Artemis comments, eyes gleaming in the dim light. “It’s cute.”

Poseidon chuckles, the sound deep and unwavering. “She’ll settle soon enough.”

Your stomach twists. The way they talk, like you’re some out of control pet throwing a tantrum, makes your blood boil.

"Settle?" Your voice comes out sharp, barely holding back the sheer rage bubbling under your skin. “You’re out of your fucking minds if you think I’ll ever accept this.”

Apollo laughs, golden and bright, but there’s something mocking beneath it. “You will.”

That’s it. That’s the last fucking straw.

Your hands slam down on the table with a sharp crack, the sound slicing through the room. "Shut up. I’m going,"

Silence.

Some of them look entertained, others intrigued. None of them look concerned though.

Your chest heaves, but you don’t give them a chance to respond. You spin on your heel and bolt, your heart pounding as you tear down the marble halls.

“Ah,” Hermes sighs behind you, voice tinged with amusement. “And there she goes.”

“She’ll be back,” Zeus remarks casually, not even bothering to raise his voice. “They always come back.”

“Yeah but these past few times was us making them come back,” Hera mentions, swirling the glass of wine on her right hand.

—

After causing a small scene at the dinner table, you dashed to your room. You threw yourself on the soft mattress, letting yourself melt into the bed.

You just laid there, unable to move. The hours passed by, time ticking with every second you didn’t move.

Then, unexpectedly, you heard a knock. Who could it be?

You sat up on your bed, eyes frantically looking around to find the source of the sound. You were barely awake when you discovered the source— it was Percy. Suddenly, your body shot up and you pulled the window up.

“Psst— what are you doing?” you ask in concern. “You’re— no wait WE are going to get in trouble,”

He was squatted in front of you on the roof with his hand held out, waiting for you. “No, you have to get out of here. You’re not safe here,”

“What?” you ask in apprehension. “Aren’t you Poseidon’s son? He’s going to be furious,”

“Do I look like I care? He left me so long ago,” he responds, hand retracted as his eyes narrow onto your figure.

“Fine,” you say before you decide to hop onto the other side of the window with him.

The roof was slanted and a single movement could easily make you slide down and fall onto the ground. Your hand stayed on the wall to let yourself steady.

You thought everything was going to be fine. After all, it’s Percy Jackson— a demigod. He should be able to help you even a little bit right? He should be able to get you far enough from them? Even if he wasn’t as powerful, he still could, right?

There was no way he came without a plan too; you just had to trust the process.

Then, a loud shatter sound.

#yandere greek mythology #yandere greek gods #multiple x reader #hestia x reader #zeus x reader #zeus #poseidon x reader #ares #ares x reader #aphrodite #aphrodite x reader #hades x reader #hermes x reader

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spanktony · 6 months ago

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prologue. | WHERE DO YOU SLEEP? — YU JIMIN.

𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 — y/n, a rising music producer, has built her dream career while keeping her personal life under wraps. karina, aespa’s leader, is preparing for a huge comeback with a mini album produced and written by the one and only y/n.

karina knows this is the opportunity of a lifetime, and she has to nail it. the only problem is, she may be a bit distracted by her producer.

something about their connection feels different—like maybe it's worth the risk of prying eyes. but how much will they give up to chase after what they want?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — none.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 — 1.3k

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲— dude, i've been writing this series like crazy to the point im almost finished. and i HATE the first 3-4 chapters because they're kinda boring bruh. but happy new years guys! enjoy!

taglist — open!

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the first few months back in seoul were nice.

actually, more than nice, it was everything you hoped for after being on the road bouncing from city to city.

you had just gotten off a mini u.s. tour, with a big emphasis on mini because it was only around seven cities in total. but even that small stretch was a whirlwind of airport terminals, crowded venues, and late nights in hotel rooms that all started to blend together.

you had missed seoul, specifically your grandmother's house, because that is where most of your childhood memories took place.

born in new york, you were adopted by two of the kindest people you'd ever known. your parents met in the city, fell in love, and decided to start a family through adoption. your mom, who was korean, made sure you spent every summer in seoul with your grandma so you could stay connected to your roots—learning the language and culture firsthand.

it was her way of preserving what mattered, and you were grateful for it. those summers with your grandma was something you'd cling onto till eternity.

your parents did an amazing job of raising you—big props to them.

now, at 22, you were five years into your career in music. producer, singer-songwriter, performer—if it involved music, you were all in.

things had moved fast: two grammys out of the four nominations, three spotify 1 billion streams plaques that all hung proudly in your studio, and countless music festivals under your belt. you had done everything, from coachella to lollapalooza to bonnaroo and a slew of others.

though you were proud of all you'd achieved, the constant performing was beginning to take its toll. you needed a break from the spotlight, from the endless cycle of promotions and tours. you loved the hell out of your fans, but man you were tired.

so, when you told your management you wanted to step back from performing and focus on writing and producing, they were hesitant. they had their plans for you, but they knew better than to argue when you were so adamant. they respected your decision, and now here you were, doing exactly what you wanted. helping others create music, being behind the scenes rather than on stage, where you could breathe easier.

after months of your team sending your demos out to various artists, you finally got a callback from smtown. saying you were nervous was an understatement. the nerves had settled in your chest and stayed there, a heavy weight that didn't want to go away.

you had written this demo with a friend a few months ago, and it was one of your favorites. it was a little different from the usual songs you produced, and it was a risk. but when the call came, your team couldn't have been more supportive. you were excited but terrified at the same time.

that brings you to today, a month later, sitting in the lobby of the smtown building.

your legs bounced uncontrollably as you stared at the clock on the wall, counting down the minutes until the meeting started. you were early—not too early—but the wait was killing you. the lobby was quiet, which was unusual since the building was constantly buzzing with artists coming and going. the company was big on privacy, though. they always tried to make sure no one was photographed, and you respected them for it.

your manager sat beside you, cool as always, one hand scrolling through his phone while the other rested casually on his knee. you had known him since you were 19, fresh to the music scene and pretty much a mess. he was assigned to keep your career on track, and while he took his job seriously, he didn’t have the whole uptight vibe that most other people in the industry did. he was cool, collected, and a little sassy, which you appreciated more than you'd like to admit.

"seriously, can you stop moving so much?" he said, not even looking up from his phone. "you're making me dizzy just watching you."

"i'm just... excited," you mumbled, forcing yourself to sit still. "i can't help it."

he rolled his eyes dramatically and shook his head. "excited? you look like you're about to pass out. you do know that they already liked your song, right? they called us in."

"yeah, i know," you replied, trying to shake the jitters. "but, you know... they could change their minds. or something."

"or something," he mimicked. a glare shot his way, one that he didn't seem to mind at all. he was used to your glares. he had dealt with them for the last three years, after all. "please. just relax, okay? i'm sure it'll go well."

you nodded, taking a deep breath.

glancing down at your phone to see your mom's text, smiling to yourself. she always knows how to make you feel at home, even from halfway across the world.

mom ❤️: tell your dad that he's too old for tiktok. he keeps trying to dance.

you snicker. a response from your father quickly comes, adding another grey bubble to your screen from your family's group chat.

dad 💙: tell your mom to mind her own business and to get off my phone!

you slip your phone back into your pocket as your manager taps your shoulder, his hand lingering on your shoulder before he gestures for you to follow him.

you rise from the seat, following behind him as another figure begins leading him. lots of leading. so many twists and turns. and then an elevator, which the three of you step into, where you immediately blow a quick raspberry, the sound loud and a little childish. the corners of your mouth twitch as you try to stifle a laugh.

you glance up at your manager, who doesn't seem to mind the odd noise at all—he's used to you and your little ways. when you look at the other man, he looks surprised but intrigued. you think he's trying not to laugh as well.

stepping off the elevator and rounding a corner of the building, you pull the brim of your hat down a bit more with your right hand, hoping to cover a little more of your face. it's a nervous habit that's stuck with you since the beginning of your career.

your manager, walking just ahead, casts a quick glance back at you. his expression is neutral, but there's a certain glint in his eyes that tells you he's as excited as you are, if not more. the other man—a member of the smtown staff, you assume—keeps pace, a very fast pace, as he's much taller than either of you.

curse tall people and their long legs.

the three of you finally stop outside a room marked 115.

your manager turns to look at you, a smile on his face.

"this is it," he says. "are you ready?"

silence.

karina's eyes are unfocused, staring after your footsteps that are moving further and further away. it's an early morning, and the group has been called into the company's building for an important meeting revolving around their upcoming comeback. it had been a long couple of months since their last project, and everyone was eager to dive into new material.

the sound of her manager's voice, calling her name, pulls her out of her reverie.

"karina?"

she blinks, her gaze snapping back toward the voice that is holding the boardrooms' main door open, awaiting her entrance. karina blinks a few more times, her eyes refocusing as she shakes off the lingering thoughts of the stranger she had just seen.

she's usually good at recognizing people in this building, but she doesn't know who the person is. the black new york yankees hat was pulled so low over their face that she couldn't make out any features.

"karina," her manager calls again, a little louder.

"yes, sorry, i'm coming."

she steps into the boardroom, a small room with a long, sleek table and a whiteboard at the front of the room. several of her fellow members are already seated at the table, along with their managers and a couple of other staff members.

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spideysbruh · 3 months ago

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idgaf

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y/n missinggg summer

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y/n just posted a story!

caption- he don't gotta look at me like that....

@timmyupdates just tweeted- Timothée the night of his SAG win !!!

@cinephilegod replied- hes not gonna win anything if he keeps doing goofy shit like this

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@y/n just tweeted- he gave one of my favorite speeches of all time. and im not just saying that !!!! the most genuine, heartfelt, passionate words spoken from the most genuine, heartfelt, passionate man i know 💕

@spideyyn replied- the picture she's so fucking funny omgggg

@timmyarrakis replied- can't even complain about how she acts/defends hin cause I know I'd do the same thing if I were her... shit id be even worse why lie I would never stop tweeting and replying!!!

@y/n just tweeted- and while I'm at it!!!! dune part 2 will go down in history as one of the greatest films of all time !!!!!

@timmytim replied- she's his number one fan alwayssssss

@emperorpaul replied- SCREAM IT 🗣🗣🗣🗣

@cineyn replied- no cause exactly

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tchalamet my forever girl. you're perfect for me in every single way. two years being your husband and forever still isn't enough.

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y/n mind you i literally married him

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Hey hey! I've never written anything like this before so PLEASE forgive me if it's pure ASS 💔🥀

ELTINGVILLE CLUB HEAD CANNONS

For if you're dating them!

PETE:

🔪: he tries his hardest to be romantic but it low-key comes off creepy sometimes, like for example he'll buy white roses and smother them with fake blood, then he'll try to convince you it's real.

"C'mon babe! it ain't a joke! It's real stuff! I swear!"

🔪: Will make sure you wear his clothes. He wants- no, NEEDS to see you in his shirts bruh, he will purposely do something along the lines of spilling a drink on you and drenching your shirt just so you have to wear one of his.

🔪: this hoe grew up in such a shitty household, all he wants is a little love! If your cold, he's cold, bring him inside.

JERRY:

🗡️: I like to believe that he's got some rich ass parents, so if you want something he will whip out his wallet for you!

🗡️: dorky romantic. WILL draw you as a princess/prince and himself as the knight n' shining armor, then proudly present it to you like a child showing his mom a silly drawing (in the end you'll put it on the fridge or something)

🗡️: hes definitely into cosplay and would get on his knees and BEG you to dress up with him, then he would take you to a comic con or something and proudly show you off as though your the most extravagant gem on earth

BILL:

I ain't gonna lie, I hate this little bug. So these probably won't be too great

📙: You two probably met through his sister, and chances are he tried to impress you with a cocky attitude, thinking he's the shit.

📙: if he does impress you and you two begin to date he will most likely be the worst lover you've had in a long time, he's not into romance, no gestures, no nothing. Instead he'll argue with you over petty things.

JOSH:

🐋: this bitch is FAT. aka a perfect body warmer during the winter! But during the summer he'll whine and complain about the heat, good luck getting cuddles in!

🐋: he will always make sure your fed, constantly asking if your hungry or if you've eaten yet

🐋: chances are your his first girlfriend/boyfriend! So the poor guy has NO IDEA what he's doing.. he'll try to do what he sees in the movies to try and woo you, buying you flowers, holding your hand, calling you stupid pet names, ect!

This is so bunz please forgive me 😭😭

#eltingville au #eltingville bill #eltingville jerry #eltingville josh #eltingville pete #the eltingville club #welcome to eltingville

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