#I haven't even giffed their interviews yet...

[f1-stuff]

Australian GP '24 // Handshakes & helmet pats

[theauthorityvol1]

s2 spoilers

[thestrangestwatermelonofall]

So I was literally just telling my friends about how excited I was for this newsletter that I assumed was going to drop tomorrow morning, and when I got home an hour later and refreshed my email I saw the newsletter and I got to hyped. OMG. the world is wonderful

[just-some-random-blogger]

You're Not Cute

Pedro Pascal x Reader

Summary: i saw a fucking tiktok of pedro reciting shakespeare and i will never forgive him for not letting me lie on his lap while he strokes my hair and recites said shakespeare to me. i thought you were a feminist pedrito?! i trusted you pepe. fuck you (me).

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, actor/actress!reader, reader has hair im sorry if ur bald T_T and whipped for pedro and reading this, established but not public relationship (shhh it'll make sense), pedro go to jail party, crack fic, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: we all know pedro pascal watches his edits, but i wonder if he's ever... read fics of himself 💀💀💀💀 hi papi! if you're reading this first of all why second of all i love you the tiktok in question that has me at gunpoint tumblr. look at this gif. this is your man??? this is OUR man? fuck off. ALSO I HAVENT PROOFREAD THIS COS I GOT CHORES BYE Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @amis-love-bugs @top1bbgloak @sunfairyy @djarinsstuff @mooniesyubi @pedropascalgirly @mmmmandoz

"Wooooweeee!"

My eyes dart from my reflection on the mirror to the grinning man who popped up from behind me. I turn to him just as he begins wiggling his brows. I make a face him as he narrows his eyes and snaps his fingers while trotting over to me, "looking good, mi amor," he rolls his tongue to mimic a purr and gestures like a cat, "RRRRRRRRRRR."

I roll my eyes at him as I chuckle, turning back to my reflection, "hands off Pedro."

He gasps in offence, raising his hands, "I haven't even touched you yet!"

I lean in to more clearly see the dark blue line I was drawing by my eyes, "ok then," I shrug, "sorry for assuming."

Pedro tilts his head and waves his hands, "apology accepted--" he moves forward until he was close enough to snake his arms around me, "--in form of touching you."

I huff at his shenanigans but do not fight him off. In fact, I lean into his back hug and rest my head against him as we both look at our reflections in the mirror. I motion to my face amidst my scrutiny, "is the eyeliner too much?"

"Nope," he kisses my temple then retorts rather seriously, "it's yas slay."

I make a face.

His serious expression only lasts two seconds before he explodes into laughter. I release a huff as I bring my hand to my face while he thoroughly enjoys his own stupidity. I release one airy chuckle before giving myself a final once over, deciding I looked well put together enough. He inhales deeply to catch his breath then sighs against me, "you smell soooo good."

"It's called a shower," I moved to elbow him off, "you should try it sometime."

I grunt as I struggle against him. I hiss when I feel his mouth on me, "PEDRO!"

He pulls back, all after managing to leave a wet bite on my neck.

Pedro recoils and raises his hands in defeat. I punch him on the chest before wiping his mark.

He sighs, "it's kinda hard to shower by yourself, ya know. I need some help. Also!" he points, "you're dirty now, you got a little," he motions to his neck, "dribble on you-"

"PEDRO PLEASE," I pinch my fingers together, "my interview is in like, ten minutes," I point at him and scold, "contain yourself. Stay in your room."

I begin to storm off and he watches, moaning like a baby, "you mean our ro-"

I feel him follow after me. I snap, "STAY IN YOUR ROOM!" halting in my tracks. I push him back as I grab the door knob. He gives me a puppy dog frown. I give him one last point before closing the door behind me on my way out, "stay here."

Alas. I was in the living room, with a laptop set up in front of me as I did my online interview. I was glad that my Pedrito followed my orders and stayed in the bedroom for the entire duration. Not long now before it ends.

I smile to the interviewers as they begin to wrap up our short segment. I, along with he two hosts from a live news channel, laugh at the closing remarks. Suddenly, I find myself looking out to my side when I see an incoming Pedro just about to pass by.

He was stretching as he walked. He looked like he managed a brief power nap.

Oh fucking shit, he's going to the bathroom. And he's going to pass behind me to get there.

"Now, do you want to invite your fans to watch your film?" the male host asks.

"Uhhh," I trial off, as I turn to my side, rather un-inconspicuously. Pedro was soooooooo close now.

I panic as I turn between my camera and my impeding doom, "uhhh."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Aint no way he was about to pass behind me and expose us like this.

THINK! WHAT DO WE DO?!??!

If I say his name, they're going to know it's him, but if I don't they're going to ask who I'm talking to anyway, but if I ignore him, he's going to pass and reveal himself. FUCKKKKK-

And in the split second of panic, I burst out the secret fourth option, and quite possibly the worst one, "FUCK!"

Yeah. Everyone stops.

Cue, my string of panicked apologize, "shit, I'm- fuck, SORRY SORRY SORRY!"

I catch Pedro, just as he realized what he has just done, or what he was about to do, rather.

"Sorry," I cover my hands on my face, "Sorry I-"

The interviewers laugh at me as I recuperate.

I sigh, turning to my side, "it's- there's a ghost that lives in my house."

"Oh, wow, you live in a haunted house?" the female host chuckles, "how thrilling."

"Yeah," I turn back to my camera, "it's quite stressful."

The interviewers chuckle as I regain composure and wave at my camera, "anyway, the ghost in my house says go watch the film with your loved ones, with family, friends, and your house ghosts too. We all worked very hard on the film, and we hope you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed working on it."

"Right!" Pedro agrees off camera, making me tense in my seat. He adds rather weakly as we make quick eye contact, "right."

The male host laughs, "wow, your ghost is really excited about this film."

"The ghost is going to get evicted soon. I'm calling an exorcist." I force a smile.

Finally, we say our goodbyes and I immediately shut my computer before any other fiasco happens.

"Sorry!" Pedro says immediately once he drops to his knees next to me, "I had booger brain. I woke up from a nap."

I look down at his messy hair and remorseful face. He grabs onto my legs and continuously apologizes to me.

I roll my eyes at him and tilt his head up at me as I grab him by his dark hair, "apology with tears."

He pouts, "I'm really, really sorry, baby. My booger brain..."

I release my grip on him and he immediately sits down next to me and pulls me into him. He continuously apologizes and I lean into his touch, beginning to feel bad for how genuinely remorseful he was. Just a little. He's kinda cute when he's pathetic like this.

"Pedro it's fine," I say, turning to him, pecking his lips repeatedly, "nothing happened. The hosts played it off too, which was really nice of them."

I crawl onto his lap and embrace him. He sighs and embraces me back. I nuzzle my face into his neck and murmur, "weren't you going to the bathroom?"

"Hmm? No, I was going to make a sandwich."

I snort, "of course you were."

I pull my head back and we look at each other. Pedro rubs my back. An idea springs into mind. I smile deviously, "I have decided that your apology will be in a form of Shakespeare."

When I shift off him to lie on the sofa and prop my head on his thigh, he looks down at me with furrowed brows. He brings his hands to his chest, "is the genuineness of my remorse not sufficient enough for you?"

"No, Don John," I sigh, "hark to me. From the top. Much Ado About Nothing."

Pedro chuckles airily before gathering my hair and pulling it back so that he could comb through it with his fingers. He sighs, and I turn to him as he scrunches his face, "I don't fucking remember."

"Do the, 'I must be sad when I...' like, feel like it, or some shit."

Pedro throws his head back and laughs. He sucks in a sharp breath, "like," he says with his exaggerated LA accent, "I have to be sad when I feel like I need to be sad."

"Exactly! Do that part," I giggle.

He continues, "I also will totally not smile at your lame jokes," he purses his lips and makes a face.

"Wait, that's what that means?"

Pedro nods at me, "yeah that's what that means."

"I thought that meant, like, I'll cry when I want to and smile when I want to."

"Well," he caresses my cheek, "you're not too far off."

I wave my hands, "ok, ok, now do the rest, and do it properly this time."

He playfully growls at me, "well, it's kinda hard to do Shakespeare when this cute lil thing is distracting me."

"Do better then."

"I'd rather do you."

"Pedro."

"What? You started it!"

I roll my eyes make a zipper motion to my mouth.

Pedro clears his throat. He mumbles some lines to himself to jog his memory, "... sleep when I am drowsy and tend on no man’s business," he states in an exaggerated manner, "laugh when I am merry and claw no man in his humor."

I hold in a laugh as he raises his hands in dramatics.

"And then," Pedro calls, "Conrad says something but I can't remember what he says."

"Pedro!" I whine.

"What?! I can't recite something I forgot, now can I?" he replies, busying himself with brushing my hair again.

I cross my arms, "boomer."

"Yeah, but I'm your boomer," he says pinches my nose. I wrangle against his actions and sequentially sit up.

Before I could retaliate, a phone rings across the room. It takes a second for me to realize it was I that received a phone call. I go ahead and answer upon seeing it was from my manager.

"Hello?"

"What have you done?!"

I pull my head back at her tone, "uh... hello to you too. What do you-"

"Are you aware you have a mirror behind your sofa?" she says.

I make a face. What does that-

I freeze, expression dropping as I turn to Pedro and slowly then to the mirror behind my sofa. There's a mirror behind my sofa. I have a fucking mirror behind my sofa.

My manager hums at my silence, "so, you want to make a statement with the ghost in your house before people catch on, or-"

I sigh as my manager begins to run down the possible things we could do. Pedro looks at me in concern as I wipe my face in frustration.

"Yeah, okay, okay. Let me call back in a minute. Bye."

Once I hang up, Pedro shifts on his spot and raises his brows at me.

I purse my lips, "they could see you in the mirror, Pedro."

He knits his brows, "see me in the mirror?"

I raise my brows at him.

He tries to piece it together, "see me in the... OH."

"Yeah, oh. My manager already spoke to yours, and they want to know what we want to do before people start making memes about your ugly face in my fucking mirror."

Pedro gives a guilty look. He throws his arm on the backrest and drops his head on his shoulder, "I... could change my name on Instagram to 'Ghost'."

I roll my eyes, "not fucking helping, Pedro."

"NO! But I'm serious, I-"

[amberlynnmurdock]

Blind Faith

Chapter 5: Assumption of Risk 

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader 

Chapter Summary: There are no terms and conditions when it comes to a secret affair; you only know the risks. 

Warnings: 18+ content in this chapter, smut

A/N: I hope you like this chapter! I can't believe I just wrote it this afternoon, lol. I haven't written anything smutty in FOREVER so I hope this passes. Thank you all for reading this story :D

Chapter 4 here

Credit to the gif owner! 

Office of Nelson & Murdock

Hell’s Kitchen

4 PM

Assumption of risk: a plaintiff's inability to recover for the tortious actions of a negligent party in scenarios where the plaintiff voluntarily accepted the risk of those actions.

Matt Murdock was normally a very focused person, despite his ability to listen, feel, and sense things that could be distractions. It was easy to tune things out and focus on one thing at hand. Today, he used his Orbit reader to study case law regarding illegal money laundering. His fingers grazed over the braille before him, and his brows were furrowed in concentration. Ever since things with Fisk ended, Nelson & Murdock was able to take on more low-key clients and squash not-so-life-threatening issues. It was nice, to have a break from all of that. It truly felt like they were doing what they were always meant to do: help people using the law.

Of course, old habits never die. Daredevil was a part of who Matt was, whether he wanted it to be or not. He didn’t want to stop his nighttime activities anyway. Despite the city’s biggest threat being behind bars, there were still people who haunted it in his shadow; who wanted to continue to infect the city with their evil actions. Drug cartels, gangs, white-collar crimes—crime didn’t stop at Wilson Fisk.

And yet, after everything he’s endured, Matt thought something like this couldn’t hurt: being with you. Taking all of you in, in his senses. Showing up on your roof like clockwork. Stealing kisses and quiet conversations together, behind the mask. Except, Matt didn’t think he’d grow so attached in such a short amount of time. He had a hand in this fight now. You struck a match and it relit the fire in his heart.

Maybe, he would reveal himself to you. He’s done it before: Claire, Karen,… Elektra. Maybe finally you wouldn’t be the one who got away.

Even studying case law, you still occupied his mind so much. He could hear the way you gasped before he kissed you in his ears. The subtle hint of marshmallows in your fragrance was intoxicating to his senses. The way he had smelt another man on you…he clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. Don’t think of that now. Your steady heartbeat he was beginning to memorize; how it sped up whenever you saw him and how it slowed down when he held you in his arms… he knew it so well, he could almost hear it now.

Wait. Literally.

And he could smell your fragrance growing stronger: that warm smell of marshmallows accompanied by your natural scent, getting closer.

And suddenly, you walked through the door of Nelson & Murdock.

Matt nearly lost his balance in his seat. His own heartbeat pounded in his ears as he gripped his desk in his office. He kept a cool exterior but listened intently to the main room. Did you know who he was? Did you figure it out somehow? Matt began rummaging for every explanation in his head, as lawyers do, and couldn’t come up with a memory of him accidentally revealing himself and what he does in the day to you.

He listened.

“Hi, how can I help you?” Karen spoke lightly as she stood from her desk, greeting you. Matt breathed slowly as he continued to listen.

“Hi, are you Ms. Page? My name is __. I’m here for my interview for the legal assistant position,” your voice, God, it was definitely you, spoke politely—a tone Matt wasn’t used to and for a moment was shocked to hear such a different side of you. If not for the circumstances, he might’ve smiled.

“Oh, yes!” Karen exclaimed in realization, “Yes, you can call me Karen. How are you? It’s so nice to meet you. Why don’t you find a seat in the conference room and I’ll see if Nelson or Murdock can join us,” Karen said. You thanked her and walked to the conference room, taking a seat in the middle of the table. Matt heard you rummage through your bag and pulled out a folder.

“Hey, Foggy? The applicant’s here. You wanna do this interview with me?” Karen asked Foggy who was furiously typing away a summation.

“Ah, can’t. I’m on a roll to pin this fraudulent employer and if I stop now, we might lose,” Foggy said. “Ask Matt. I think his task list is light today.”

No, it’s fucking not, Matt thought to himself. Matt wanted to punch himself. Of course, the applicant had to be you. He knew you were a pre-law student, but there are tons of those in the city—you just happened to be the one who applied to his firm. Matt laughed in spite of himself—fate struck once again, between you two. Why?

“Matt,” Karen peeked her head into his office sounding hurried, “you have to do this interview with me.”

“Oh, no,” Matt argued nervously, “I—you can do it yourself. I have to read up on this case law and—-“

“Case law can wait. Potential employees and the future of this firm, cannot. Please join me, I think she’ll be a good one,” Karen pleaded. Matt sighed, shaking his head. He couldn’t believe what he was getting himself into.

“Okay,” Matt replied, defeated. “But you’re leading the conversation.”

Karen scrunched her brows at him, wondering why he was acting the way he was. She shrugged it off and joined you in the conference room.

Matt prepared himself as he grabbed his cane from his desk, slowly undoing it. He cracked his neck and took a deep breath. He tapped his way to the conference room and slowly opened the door.

He was immediately hit with your qualities again, and if he hadn’t been dressed as Matt Murdock, the lawyer, he would’ve melted right there. Your marshmallow scent warmed his nose. You were in a button-down shirt and black pants. He could tell by the minor sweat that stuck to your skin—it was out hot today. He heard you tense when he walked in. Your heartbeat grew fast—interview nerves, he confirmed. He gave a small smile and sat down next to Karen uncomfortably.

Matt couldn’t blow his cover. He had to act as if he’d never met you in his life before.

Karen cleared her throat, urging Matt to speak. She held papers in her hands—probably from the folder you pulled out.

“Sorry—I’m Matthew Murdock, one of the lawyers here,” Matt held out his hand awkwardly for you to shake. When you took it, it took all his strength to not shiver at your touch. Your hands… the same ones he held at midnight, the same ones he’s felt touch his cheek, the same ones he’s pinned above your head before…

“It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Murdock,” you answered politely, giving his hand a good shake. Your voice… the same voice he’s heard in whispers. Your mouth, speaking… the same ones he’s kissed, just last night. Focus, Murdock. “I—I didn’t know you were blind. I would have tried to get my resume and transcript translated to braille.”

Matt raised his eyebrows—not many people were forward about his disability. He appreciated your forwardness, and he was surprised at how professional you were. Not that he didn’t think you could be, but it was strange to see a different version of you. It was like meeting you all over again in an alternate universe. He supposed you’re technically seeing a different version of him, but you don't know it.

“That’s all right,” Matt replied after a moment, “that’s why I have Karen. Among other things—she’s more than an office manager, and you’ll learn that soon.”

He didn’t have to see Karen to know she was smiling.

“So, even just glancing at your transcript, it’s very impressive,” Karen stated, flipping through pages. “3.9 GPA, Honor Society—you just graduated? Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” you answered. “Yeah, you know, fresh out the cap and gown.”

“And I see you took some journalism classes, too? Did you want to do that before studying law?”

“I did. I loved journalism and I’m actually familiar with your work at the Bulletin. Your stories on Fisk and pretty much everything you’ve done,” you explained. Matt listened carefully to see if you were lying in this interview—you weren’t.

“Wow,” Karen blushed, “thank you, I appreciate that. So why did you switch to law?”

“I think journalists and lawyers can do a lot of good for people. I also think they can do a lot of damage to people. I know journalism pretty well, but I want to do extra steps and know the law and how to use that to people’s advantage,” you explained. Your heartbeat was still beating fast, but you managed to keep your voice steady.

“You’re studying for the LSAT now?” Karen asked.

“Yes,” you said, “I just began this summer.”

“What do you do in your free time?”

Matt knew you were thinking of an answer.

“I mostly spend my weekends at home,” you lied, Matt knew. He suppressed his smile. “I’m not one for going out, so if you ever need me on a weekend, I’m there.” That was half a lie and half-truth.

“We try not to, but lately we’ve been getting so many cases, we've had to come in on a Saturday. It’s not often,” Karen explained. “What was your favorite pre-law class?”

“Legal research and writing,” you answered, truthfully. “I love writing and creating arguments.” That I know, Matt thought.

“That could definitely be useful around here. Matt and Foggy are always drafting summations,” Karen said. “I don't think I have any questions. Matt, do you?”

Matt cleared his throat. He supposed he should ask one question.

“What do you value in a place of work?” He asked.

After a moment of pondering, you spoke again.

“The truth, I think,” you answered, “if an employer isn’t transparent on one thing, how can you believe anything else? I think it’s important to remember everyone’s on the same side. You’ve got to trust each other.”

Matt nodded in response. He didn’t know what to say.

“Alrighty,” Karen wrapped it up, “thank you so much for coming in. It was a pleasure to speak with you. You’ll be hearing from us very soon.”

The three of you stood up and you shook Karen’s hand, thanking her. Matt uncomfortably took a deep breath and held out his hand for your handshake. It was hard for him to not let his touch linger like he always did with you.

“Thank you again,” You said rather softly. Karen walked you out as Matt stood in the conference room alone, hands on his waist. He sighed and shook his head.

“We are definitely hiring her,” Karen came back in the room. “I think she’ll be really great here.”

“Don’t we have other applicants? We should interview them first,” Matt argued.

“Matt, that posting has been up for weeks now. She was the only one. We are going with her. Were you not impressed with her answers?”

“She lied about something,” he said, grasping at straws. He didn’t worry you’d find another law firm to work out.

Karen crossed her arms, looking at him annoyed. “What did she lie about?”

“That she doesn’t party. I heard her heartbeat,” Matt answered, knowing it was a weak argument. Karen laughed.

“What, and you didn’t party in college? C’mon Matt,” Karen punched his shoulder lightly. “Why are you so against it?”

“I’m not,” Matt chuckled nervously, “I—“

“We’re hiring her. Overruled, whatever it was you were about to say. I’ll let Foggy know and draft her offer letter.”

Before he could answer her, Karen already left him standing there.

Fate wasn’t clever, Matt thought. It was cruel.

Hell’s Kitchen

11 PM

Matt sat at the top of his roof in his black outfit, waiting for someone to scream for help. He waited for any sign of a crime taking place, any cop cars going off, anything. And all that he was met with was silence and his thoughts of you.

He could’ve argued more to not let Karen hire you. He didn’t. He could’ve said you lied about everything. He didn’t.

Just when he was about to reveal himself to you, the interview today ruined it. How could he now, after that? Hey, it’s nice to see you again. By the way, I’m your new boss. He ran every possible scenario in his head and none of them made sense to him. Would you be mad, if you found out it was him? Creeped out? He didn’t want this to affect your career goals. He heard you call your friend, Emily, immediately after the interview. You were so excited. You knew you nailed the interview, and truthfully, you did.

Would it be better to keep this a secret? He was already living a double life—now he had to live it twice as hard with you.

Nothing was going on tonight.

He ripped off his mask and began to walk back to his rooftop access when you crossed his mind. Hell, you didn’t even cross it anymore. The thought of you was always there, Matt thought.

He knew what he was getting himself into, by being two different people with you. Nothing, not even himself, could’ve stopped him from putting his mask back on and finding his way to your rooftop.

He made his decision.

Hell’s Kitchen

11:30 PM

You didn’t know if he’d come, but you always waited at your rooftop in case he did. There wasn’t a set schedule for when you and Mike would see each other, you just did. You snuck out a short while ago when you knew everyone was asleep. You shivered as you waited patiently. You were in your nightdress and an oversized cardigan. You pulled out your phone and re-read the offer of employment letter Karen had sent you hours ago. You often did this when something excited you. You couldn’t wait to start working at Nelson & Murdock.

Maybe Mike was busy tonight. Just as you were about to call it, you heard a familiar thud on your roof. You walked over and there he was, all in black, face covered, as usual. You smiled and locked your phone as you made your way to him.

You were about to greet him, but he pulled you in immediately for an embrace. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and took a deep breath.

“It’s nice to see you too,” You laughed softly, pulling back. He rested his hands at the small of your back. “Rough night?” You asked in concern. Despite all your meetings with him so far, you never really realized the fact he put his life in danger every night, and it wasn't a guarantee he’d make it to your rooftop.

“No,” he answered. “Just wanted to see you.”

Your heart melted when he said. Maybe there was hope after all, for the two of you. Maybe you were more than just his secret.

“You seem off,” you urged politely, “are you okay?”

He was silent. You furrowed your brows.

“Is it the Catholic guilt?” You smirked, which at the very least, made him laugh a little.

“You could say that,” he said.

“I’m no priest, but if you haven’t done anything wrong, then you shouldn’t feel guilty,” you whispered. Mike tilted his head slightly as you spoke. He smiled a little.

“You make it sound easier than any priest I’ve ever heard speak on guilt,” he said.

“This isn’t confession,” you began, “but you know you can tell me anything, right? And I won’t tell.”

He nodded. “I know.”

“I mean, I haven’t told anyone about us.”

“I know.”

“And you probably haven’t either.”

“I haven’t.”

“So what’s wrong?” You urged.

Mike seemed to ignore the question.

“Tell me about your day, instead.”

“Well, I got a job today. At a law firm. I’m really excited.”

“That's good,” he whispered. “What else?”

“I had a low-key day otherwise,” you said, “just waited for tonight. For you.”

“Hmm,” he kissed you. He placed his hand on the back of your neck.

He didn’t stop kissing you.

~~~

Matt threw his thoughts of doubt away. With you in front of him, the anxieties about you disappeared. It was funny, how it worked like that. The thing that brought him the most anxiety is the thing that could calm him down. Being in your presence. It’s like, he’s more himself when he’s behind the mask, with you.

Matt continued kissing you, his kisses turning more urgent, desperate. Now that he wasn’t Matt Murdock, the lawyer… A.K.A., your new boss, could let his thoughts about you run free in his mind. It took everything in him today, at the conference table, to not melt at your touch. To not let his sinful thoughts cloud his mind. To not think of all the nights he’s been with you, kissing you in a dark alley.

Now, he could. It was just the two of you. That’s how he liked it.

You placed your hands on his chest and gripped her shirt, pulling him closer. He walked you to the side of the door of the rooftop access, pushing you against the wall. His tongue teased your bottom lip as if asking permission to enter. You obliged. Your tongues met desperately, and he kissed you harder. So hard, it was as if you’d disappear if he stopped.

You pulled back, breathlessly.

“I’m not drunk,” you told him. He kissed your jaw.

“I know,” he said.

“Last time you said you wouldn’t touch me because I was drunk,” you explained, “I’m not drunk right now.”

Matt smirked. Using his own words against him. He wasn’t going to argue.

“Silk,” he simply stated as he gripped your waist. He felt your silk nightdress under your cardigan. "I love silk.”

“I didn’t wear it for you but I guess that works in my favor,” you smiled.

“It’s soft,” he whispered, his nose grazing your cheek. “But not as soft as you.” Matt swung your left leg around him, so you stood on your right. He held you in place against the wall as you firmly wrapped your leg around his waist. He made a low sound in your ear. He could feel your heart rapidly beat in your chest. You weren’t nervous. You were aroused. And your sex, between your legs, he knew was throbbing, and wet. He could sense it in the air. He took a deep breath as he reached his fingers underneath your silk dress and ran them along your stomach.

You shuddered at his touch, as you felt his hands trace you. He teasingly grabbed the lace of your thong and pulled it so it lightly smacked you. Matt slowly worked his way up to your breasts and felt the soft curves of them. He took one of them in his hand completely as he continued to hold your leg around him.

“So soft,” he whispered, “and mine.”

“All yours,” you said with a shaky breath.

He moved his hand to squeeze the other one in a kneading motion.

“Tell me to stop,” Matt hushed.

“You won’t hear that from me,” you said.

Slowly, he reached his hand down to your wetness. He had to take a deep breath himself as he felt your wetness twitch at his touch. He felt how soft you were and fully put his palm over your sex. He took his pointer finger it moved it up your slit, onto your clit.

“Oh,” you let slip out. You rubbed yourself urgently on him. Matt held you still.

“You like that, don’t you?” He asked. He knew the answer by your soft moan in response. He pushed one finger into your tightness and listened carefully to how you reacted. Breath hitched. Her heart skipped a beat. You spread your legs even more as he kept going in an in-and-out motion, getting faster and curving with each move. He slid a second finger in you and began to rapidly thrust inside your wetness. You held your breath.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Matt whispered.

Listening to his command, you let out a loud, salacious breath as you held onto his shoulder. Matt kissed your neck as his fingers continued to work on your wetness. He was pounding his fingers inside you, hitting your sweet spot each time. And each time he felt him hit your sweet spot, you moaned, like a chant.

“Oh, God,” you said in a weak voice. “Oh my, God. Oh, oh, oh.”

He felt your sex tighten around his fingers.

“Keep making sounds in my ear,” Matt ordered. Your moans sounded like a prayer in his ears. He closed his eyes, as his fingers swam in your wetness. He wanted you to be louder.

His thumb found your clit, and you shivered against him with a moan.

“Oh, God,” you pleaded, “Yes. Keep going, Mike—oh, my—“

“I want you to come for me, sweetheart. Let me hear you,” Matt urged you as he swiped his thumb gently over your sensitive clit.

At the final swipe, you completely shivered against his body and held onto him so tightly, Matt knew you left scratches on his back. He knew you were riding the waves of pleasure he sent you in as you kept grinding against him, even after your climax. He felt your heart beating against his chest as you collapsed into him, letting your leg fall. Matt immediately held you against him, burying his face in your neck. You finally caught your breath.

“Well,” you began, “let me return the—“

“No,” Matt contended. “Just you.”

“What?”

“That was for me, as much as it was for you,” He whispered. He caught your lips in a kiss. You melted into his touch and shook your head.

"This is bad now,” you said. Matt furrowed his brows.

“What is?”

You laughed ironically and shook your head.

“Not only are you trusting and you make me feel safe, and you’re hot,” you began, “but you’re a total fucking sweetheart.”

Matt laughed.

“No, that’s what I call you.” He kissed you and held you tighter.

“Mike?” You asked him. Matt paused. “I like this. What we have,” you said.

“I know. I do, too,” Matt answered. He tilted his head, wondering your meaning.

“And that’s still not enough for you, to take off your mask?”

He was quiet. He shook his head.

“I will. When it’s safer, and I know my enemies,” Matt explained, which wasn’t an entire lie. When Foggy and Karen found out about his secret, their lives were in danger for a few years. Evil was still out there, and he couldn’t risk you falling victim to what they went through. That part was true.

He knew you didn’t like his answer by the soft breath you huffed.

“Listen,” he spoke softly, “there are people who know who I am, and they almost got killed for it. I—I can’t let that happen to you. Please understand that,” Matt begged, placing his fingers on your jaw.

“I will,” you said, “for now. But you should know that if I know the risks, that’s on me,” you stated. “Not on you.”

“No,” Matt argued, “it is on me. That’s my weight to carry. I’m not arguing this further.”

“Okay,” you digressed.

“I have something for you,” Matt said. He reached into his pocket and found the burner phone he once gave to Claire. He placed it in your hands and wrapped your fingers around it.

“What is this, for booty calls?” You laughed.

“For when you need me,” Matt said.

“What if I always need you?” You purred as you kissed his jaw. Matt smiled.

“For when you need me when you’re in danger,” he corrected, “God forbid.”

“I’ll keep it with me all the time,” you told him. “Thank you.”

He could hear how tired you were, and if he remembered correctly, tomorrow was your first day at Nelson & Murdock.

“Go to sleep,” Matt whispered. “I’ll see you… tomorrow night.”

“Goodnight, my guardian angel,” you whispered.

“I think that’s the first time anyone’s ever called me an angel,” Matt said.

“It’s more fitting, in my opinion.”

When you went down to your room, Matt crunched at the corner of the rooftop and waited for you to crawl into bed. You put the burner phone in the drawer of your nightside table. He heard you scroll through your regular phone for a few minutes until you eventually fell asleep.

Perhaps, the risks of all this would be worth the outcome, whatever that may be.

[aroreiel]

So I started writing this initial one shot POV a long time ago, I think in October. I know, right now, I'm not in a good headspace to write at the moment so I haven't done anything with this in a little while. So I've decided I just want to post what I've got now anyway for you all to read and, hopefully, I'll try and complete it some time in the future. So here it is. The gif accompanying it was my inspiration for it. Hope you enjoy it. ❤

Joseph Quinn x 1st person (minors DNI! Not overly smutty but close references. Swearing, fingering, heavy flirtation etc. I can't remember what else.)

Risky Distractions

The interview seemed okay. I mean it was more engaging than the many interviews before it. With questions that Joseph hadn't been asked a million times already. This time they were relevant, they were thought through. The interviewer was even listening to his answers, fucking hell! Not like others who were itching to spit out the next scripted blurb before he could finish. This was rare. And yet, he was different here. I could see in his eyes he was distant, like he wasn't in the room. He was looking at the interviewer and nodding, smiling with a warmth that spread across his face and into the creases of his eyes. Those deep eyes that just lit up. He was honest, he was earnest. It was adorable. It was perfect. HE was perfect. I'm glad I was sitting down. I was exhausted.

So what wrong with him? I could see it and yet no one else could. He seemed distracted. Is something irritating him? I was supposed to be keeping notes, but I'm hugging my notepad like my life depended on it. His eyes suddenly flicked towards me in such a flit, it would almost be impossible to the naked eye if I wasn't already looking at him so intensely. There were plenty of other people in the room, but that gaze was straight at me. I felt it. It made me nervous. But then he always made me nervous. He also made me shake and shiver and...anyway, it didn't seem like anyone else was even paying attention to what he...

...Oh my god, he then did something with his tongue. It almost protruded through the inside of his cheek. Shit. Now this made me panic. What would that look like from an audience perspective? The interviewer didn't notice, thank god. Did anyone else? No, it was just me. This seemed deliberate. It appeared to look like he was just pondering on her latest question, which he could have been doing. I then began feeling that this was all in my overactive imagination...until his eyes did that flit in my direction again. This was for me. My face flushed. The corners of my mouth went up into a wry smile, as I looked around to see if anybody was now looking at me. They weren't. My heart started to beat a little faster now. This isn't what I think it is.

Oh god. This was dangerous. I needed to know. I wondered if I could get his attention without interrupting the interview. I unhooked myself from my papers and then began scribbling on one piece. As I finished I held it in front of me.

'What are you thinking, Quinn?'

Biting my bottom lip, I waited for him to notice. Oh, he knew how to be coy, he'd been so good at it up until now. So I knew he'd have no trouble letting me know what was going on in that beautiful head of his. I waited for an answer. Not expecting what was coming next.

Without even interrupting the flow of the interview I saw those dark eyes subtly shift in my direction. As he tried not to engage me, his hand then went up to his face and slowly his slid fingers over his mouth and continued up to his nose...and inhaled. Inhaling as if it was invading his senses. Then as quickly as it started, his eyes reverted back to the interviewer, but not before he sucked and pursed his lips on the way. He was back in the room. My heart stopped. I crumbled inside.

Oh god. Our morning secret. In the back of his taxi, waiting for the driver to return to take us to the studio. We'd been resisting each other for weeks, the tension would build every moment we were in the same room. But that taxi was where it all, for lack of better words 'came to a head'. For some reason I was more nervous this time, but we couldn't ignore the tension any longer. I'd uncrossed my legs and shuffled in my seat. Staring straight ahead, trying not to look obvious, he'd had placed his hand on my thigh, caressing it gently as it then crept its way up my loose, conservative skirt. It was too slow. The driver would've been back at any moment. So I guided his hand more swiftly to its destination, and he knew what to do next. Massaging, kneading, then slipping his fingers into my now wet folds, he worked his magic, back and forth, then in and out. God, he knew what he was doing. I felt every nerve ending in my body shake. My panic set in as I noticed the driver heading back. "We need to stop." The smirk on his face as he noticed him too...his thrill as he picked up his pace, faster and faster until my head flipped back and everything became a blur. "Just in time, baby." He uttered, as the driver seat door snapped open, and I'd sat back up straight as I adjust my skirt and crossed my legs. Both of us trying to behave like nothing had happened. But I couldn't help but notice a subtle look of complete satisfaction on his face. Bastard.

That was only this morning. I hadn't even had time to change my underwear. We got on with the day as if nothing had happened, focused on the tasks that faced us.

I awkwardly began pulling at the dress material that was sitting just in between my thighs. Trying to release the heat that I could feel spreading there. Again. I felt a shake through my body. Looking around to see if anyone could see it. I then caught a glimpse of Joseph in my peripheral. One corner of his mouth twitched slightly upwards. He saw it.

Well two could play this game. And I didn't care if anyone saw. I wasn't going to make this easy for him. Just thinking about what he did with those fingers earlier that day... it had wrecked me. And we nearly got caught. I'd been trying to keep myself composed all day. But just this one dirty move from him in front of these cameras undid all of that. Everyone now began moving around as if things were about to wrap up. I looked at the time. One minute left until the interview would draw to a close. One minute to make him squirm.

The faces around me were too busy now to care. I kept my eyes locked onto his and, with a smirk, I lightly pressed my hand into a fist and began squeezing slowly. Then my first finger flicked up as if it sprung for attention. I placed in it my mouth and suggestion took over. His eyes did that flit again.

Nothing else. No other sign, no other flinch. He carried on answering the final, now mundane question that the interviewer posed to him. He had that same bright smile, same thoughtful response. Professional. Endearing. He was so fucking good.

This will do it. Immediately a tremble travelled through my body as I carefully, slowly slid my hand down and under the hem of my dress, and began adjusting myself there. Well it wasn't like I didn't need to. I hitched the hem up higher so he could see what I was doing. Biting my bottom lip, my eyes watched for any sign of awkwardness, fidgeting, annoyance...hunger. Anything.

Nothing. Maybe I wasn't so good at this after all. Disappointment and embarrassment washed over me as I straightened my dress and calmed my now redundant trembles with subtle, slow, deep breaths. I just wanted to find the nearest dark corner and hide there until he'd left the room. I knew I couldn't avoid him for long. But right now, I felt so fucking stupid for falling for it. While looking around almost frantically for that space, Joseph now pushed his long frame out of the chair, politely shook hands with the interviewer and was ushered over to a brighter spot of the backdrop for photos with her. I stopped and watched as the interviewer wrapped her arm around his back, as if she'd be eager so to do it from beginning. I couldn't blame her. Bitch. But he never wavered. He lightly rested his wrist on her small of her back, his hand not touching, only hovering. God, he was so respectful, so...

"You'll need to show him back to his private room so we can set up the next interview." a voice from behind me jolted me back into the room.

"Sure, that's fine." It really wasn't. Not now.

"I never asked if it was okay." they snapped, walking away.

Taking a deep breath, I took my steps forward in his direction. Then I froze on the spot as I saw him walking towards me in what only could be described as brisk and purposeful. The expression on his face, his eyes were dark and they were latched onto me. I swallowed the heart that just leapt into my throat. I couldn't tell whether he was annoyed or angry. Not sure I wanted to know, but I was about to find out.

"How long before the next interview?" he was quick to ask.

"Twenty minutes."

I felt a grip tighten around my bicep. "Well you better be able to keep up with me." Just as I realised that grasp was his, he swiftly ushered me out of the studio door, taking care to make sure nobody noticed the brisk pace we were going at. I was struggling to keep up as we made our way down the chilly corridor, which felt like a relief cooling down my now flushed face.

He was through the private door first, with me trailing along behind. It was like whiplash as I'd barely even stepped through the door, when he spun around to face me and, with his arms stretched over my shoulders, slammed the door shut behind me and forced his body weight into mine, pinning me against the door. He found my stare and his eyes bore into mine, a dark wanton expression spread across them. It didn't take me long to realise my pulsating heart had now sunk to the depths in-between my thighs.

"Did you think I didn't notice?"

My breath hitched with his whispered words as his lips lunged, finding a sensitive part of my neck, nipping a tugging at my skin.

"Hitching up your dress like that, in a room full of people? Fuck, you're a bad girl, you know that?"

I felt my legs shake underneath me, as I reached forward and gripped his waist to steady myself. Tingling coarsed through my veins. I was already out of breath. "And what about you? The stunt you pulled during your interview. Don't think I didn't see that."

"Oh that was intentional, and all for you sweetheart."

"Fifteen minutes." I breathed, reminding him of his next interview.

He suddenly grabbed my hands from his waist and wrapped them around his neck. Then tucking his hands under my thighs, lifted me up and carried me over to the table furthest from the door and settled me on it.

TO BE CONTINUED

[ygrworld]

The Little Habits

summary: being on an interview for stranger things season 4 premiere, you get asked an question about yourself, and the answer sends the internet on a wild reaction

warnings: spoilers for season 4 and being famous

word count: 1,2k+

author's note: thanks for everyone who told me to write this bc it actually made me get my ass up and do smth!! also, gifs no mine!

not a taglist but people who wanted to read the fic: @sergeantbuckybarnes @aereth @spinthehemmo @quinnfender @confessionsofapaintingfreak

"And here she comes: the Hawkins princess!"

Hearing your character's nickname being called on stage, you got up from your seat and walked towards the interviewers, looking at the paparazzis and fans who were screaming your name.

Even though you have been doing this for weeks, months and years now, you still got nervous whenever you're on an interview, specially one as big as the Stranger Things Premiere. As a character introduced in season three that has returned to season four, you have already gained a huge fanbase for your character, which made your appearence one of the most awaited of the night.

"So Y/N, how are we feeling tonight?" You heard the male interviewer ask, looking towards you.

Checking if you microphone was turned on, you waited for the fans screams to calm down for you to answer

"Pretty nervous" You said, with a smile. Hearing the audience laugh, you choose to keep talking "Coming back for another season of Stranger Things is a dream come true, but this season is getting so much recognition, even more than usual"

"How do you think this reflects on your character? Olivia was a pretty popular character on season three, but how do you think she's doing now, popularity wise?"

Now is the turn for the female interviewer to ask you a question, and you feel the anxiety leaving your body, since the subject of your character is something you are very used to, after working for three years on the show

"Olivia is now on her senior year, making difficult life choices that are also added with the pressure of helping defeat Vecna. The viewers might not see themselves on the last part, but they definitely see themselves on the pressure she is feeling right now, which I think helps people like her so much. She's a relatable character for many"

"Everyone alsos relate to her having a huge crush on Eddie, am I right?" The crowd goes wild with the interviewer statement, and you only laugh and shake your head

"Will we have any relationship confirmation on the next episodes or maybe even next season?"

"Well, there's nothing confirmed yet, but I'll let a little secret out: when me and Joseph are on set together acting, I do interpret her as a little head over heels over Eddie"

More screams followed after you finished talking, and you couldn't contain your grin. After the crowd started to silence, the interviewers started to talk again, this time turning to the cameras

"Olivia was one of the biggest surprises along the way, and with her smarts and personality, she was able to help save Hawkins. But she also got a lot of help from her friends along the way. Let's receive Joe Keery, Joseph Quinn, Maya Hawke and Natalia Dyer: our Hawkins gang!"

The crowd went wild. One by one, the actors started to appear on-stage, waving and smiling. You walked a little bit to the side, making room for your friends

"Hi everyone, how are you guys feeling?" With a genuine smile, the interviewer asked the same question he asked for you minutes before

"Great!" Joe Keery answered, looking at his castmates before talking again "Being here since the first season and seeing how far it comes definitely makes us a little nervous, though"

"Yeah, definitely. Me and Y/N started working at Stranger Things around the same time so we haven't experienced all the years that went by like Natalia and Joe, but we can definitely say that we all are nervous, since this is one of the biggest season of the show" Maya answered, getting a hum of agreement from Natalia and a 'yeah' from Joe

"You all worked for months on your character. Even Joseph, being the newest addition, had months to prepare for his character, right Joseph?"

"Some years, actually" He answered, earning a laugh from the audience

"So now that we are reaching an end for the series, is there anything from your characters that are you taking with you for life?"

"I actually got an habit from Steve, which is the obsession with the hair" Joe replied, making everyone laugh again, including yourself. And you want me to believe you were nervous, Joe? You thought to yourself

"Before Stranger Things, I wouldn't care how my hair looked when going out, but then Steve came and everyone was calling him Steve Hairington and I think it became a very prominent feature of me, so I started to take more care of it"

"Mate, you are made for this hairstyle" Joseph commented. You looked at him, who was standing on your right, and smiled brightly.

He was one of your favorite castmates, and you even dared to say, friend. You always watched the new episodes of this season with him, commenting on each other's scenes, and could always be found on his trailer, talking and working together. It was no wonder you were starting to fall for him, in a classic case of life imitating art

"I actually got an habit from one of my castmates" You interrupted, raising your finger like a kid on class waiting to talk.

When everyone looked at you, you continued "I used to do this little tongue out whenever I was focused, but since I started working Joseph, I just go always full tonge out mode" You said, replicating what you were explaining.

Everyone started to laugh again, which only intensified when you and Joseph looked at each other and put your tonge out at the same time.

His eyes were shining brightly, happy for having this little habit of him noticed by someone he admired so much like you

The thing is, you were not the only one replicating your character on real life. Joseph was also totally smitten with you and everything that came together with you. Fans had started to point out the way he was always looking at you on interviews, how he would always hold your hand when you were seen together on set, and how in every behind the scenes content he was hugging or putting one arm around you. Joseph couldn't stand the thought of not being near you in any shape or form.

The interview kept going as normal, and soon it was time for the other cast members to be in the stage. As you were waving goodbye, you felt one hand intertwining with yours, and gave it a squeeze, already sensing that it was Joseph

"You did great out there, Joe" you whispered to him after you were out of the reach of the cameras and audience. The other actors kept walking and going around, while you both stopped on tracks

"You were there by my side, which made it slighter easier" He said, stopping in front of you and holding both your hands on his

"Don't be so selfless. I didn't helped you do the talk, you did all by yourself" You replied and started walking again, with Joseph accompanying you. You only stopped again when you felt Joseph's arm hugging you from behind

"You know they will find out about our relationship soon enough if you kept giving so many hints to them, right?" You heard Joseph whisper on your ear

"Maybe then we can battle Nat and Charlie for the 'Best Couple of Stranger Things Cast' award, uh?"

"They are the only known couple on set right now, sweetheart" Joseph replied, putting his head on the space between your neck and shoulder

"Maybe the fans will start to put the pieces together after today's premiere"

"Maybe..." You replied, vaguely "But while they do that, don't you want to put this tongue of yours to another use?"

[lover-girl-estxx]

Blushing

(B22 chuck 38)

*not my gif*

| UFC 62 |

flashback

We walked into the arena me right behind my dad, we got to his room I set his bag down. "Dad can I go really quick?" "where?" "well I saw Nick Diaz was on the card I just wanted to say hi" I shrugged "go for it" "thanks! i'll be quick". I walked down the hall of rooms with names on all the doors 'Nick Diaz' I knocked on the door "we're not doing interviews" Jake Shields said opening the door "no no i'm Chucks coach/daughter I just wanted to wish Nick good luck is all" he looked back then opened the door "Jake" he stuck a hand out "Y/n" I smiled.

"Nice to meet you" Nate smiled shaking my hand "likewise" I smiled. Hes cute, really cute his little dimples on his cheeks."well I don't want to get in the way just wanted to say good luck" I said after meeting the rest of the guys "hey um mind if I sit with you during your dads fight?" Nate asked as I walked in the hall "oh i'm in his corner but come to the after party" I smiled he nodded and smiled back

| 3rd Person POV |

"we look over and Chuck Liddell and some chick just walk in" Marlon said to the camera "as soon as Chucks Daughter walks in Nate starts blushing and a big smiled on his face" Pulver said laughing

"so as you know this is Chuck Liddell is the light heavyweight Champion and his Head couch and daughter Y/n, Y/n is the first ever Female head couch in the UFC as well as the youngest head couch at 22 years old" Dana said to the group of guys looking Y/n up and down "half of you are gonna start sparring with chuck the other half is doing BJJ with Y/n" Dana said before walking away "we haven't seen a girl in three weeks and the first one they bring is Chuck Liddells Daughter can't really check her out," Gray said before chuckling "but Nate's there giggling his cheeks are red".

Y/n went up to the only face shes seen before in the group, Hugging Nate "how are you?" she smiled "good! you?" "i'm great! You want to help me do the demo?" she asked hand still on his shoulder he nodded "cool!". Chuck stood in the ring hitting mits with Rob but looked over at his daughter doing BJJ with the guy shes been talking about since they met at the fight a few months back.

"from this your gonna extend to an arm bar" Y/n said and Nate tapped they both sat up "get someone and try that" Nate stood then put a hand out for her she smiled and took it he pulled her into his chest "thank you!" a light pink covered his face with a smirk. "want to go on the treadmill with me?" Nate asked her she chewed on her lip lifting her brows and nodded, "why'd you go with Y/n to the treadmills?" the camera man asked "well I know Y/n we've met so I just wanna catch up" his cheeks went dark yet again using his hand to cover his smile.

"how do you like being on the show and in the house?" she asked "good the house is alright" he shrugged "think you got it in the bag" she smiled, he smiled back "thanks" "what are you two doing?" Chuck asked coming over Nate rolled his shoulders "j-just a break" Nate said looking at her dad "mmm" Chuck kept looking right at Nate "Dad go please".

Y/n and Chuck got to go back to house to watch a UFC fight tonight "no one sat next to Y/n, Chuck Liddell her dad is like just on the other side of the room, and Nate comes out of his room sat right next to her and wrapped his arm around her not even looking at Chuck" Corey laughed.

| Y/ns POV |

I leaned back on his chest holding the hand that was around me, "you should come to the final fight" he whispered "should I?" I looked up at up at him he nodded then leaned over and grabbed a marker from the table taking the lid off "can I write on you?" I nodded '209#######' I smiled and then leaned back on him again. The fights finished and my dad stood up "well great training with you guys if you are ever by come to our gym anytime" he said I gave a slight wave to Nate before walking out.

----Three Weeks Later ----

Nate: your dad there today? Y/n: later like four Nate: i'll be there in like an hour or so Y/n: okay can't wait!

I was sitting on the mat ending out a class as Nate and his group walked in, he smiled and blushed when I hopped up going over to him "hi!" I wrapped my arms around his neck "its good to see you" I smiled "good to see you too!". I picked him up throwing him on the mat he laughed "I didn't think you could do that" "I didn't either I think I threw my back out" I laughed with a slight groan "lets break with the stairs" I nodded.

"do you want to um- want to go to dinner tonight?" He asked I looked over at him he hide his red face with his hood "yeah sure way not" "really?!" I nodded "yeah!". "what should I wear?" I asked as he went to walk out "nothing crazy i'll text you and pick you up?" I nodded and smiled.

a knock was at the door "don't touch the door!" I yelled to my dad then heard the door open, I went quickly down the stairs "what are you guys doing?" he asked "just gonna train!" I went out and grabbed his hand "you gonna train in jeans?" he said loudly as Nate opened my door.

He sat across from me "this place is nice" I said he nodded rubbing his chin and his cheeks were still red, I started to giggle "what?" "nothing" I shook my head smiling "no come on you can't do that" "you can't stop blushing" he smiled and covered his face "it's cute".

"what do you do in your free time?" he asked a little nervous "I like reading a lot, I don't have much free time but I spend it reading. you?" "I also don't have much free time so I guess smoking weed and watching TV," I smiled and rolled my eyes "how many time have you cornered?" he asked "10 as head then before just five" He nodded "sorry I don't know how to to date" he sighed "its fine" I chuckled.

"okay so we can wait and just be in weird back and forth or you can just kiss me" I said walking to the car he cupped my cheeks leaning down and kissing me "hoping you'd chose that option" he blushed again and hid his deep blush in my shoulder hugging me.

[inchidentally]

U wanna analyse this? The words kinda made me sad: https://www.planetf1.com/news/peter-windsor-oscar-piastri-negative-impact-lando-norris

oh babe that one's easy bc not only did Lando have his best season yet by a long shot, he has many many times publicly credited it to Oscar pushing him and giving him the kind of competition that he's needed. as in he's said it so many times it would take me hours to screenshot all of them. Andrea and Zak have said it too, and actually the article itself even admits it. at the very last race Lando said how much Oscar has brought and that Lando himself has learned from him.

so big shock, "planetf1" faked a headline for clicks lol.

just to get ahead of the inevitable doom and gloom that sports media posts for engagement, let me pass on what I learned while in hockey fandom:

if the headline is dramatic, it's fake and don't give it clicks and ad rev. if it's not something like "grosjean leaps through fireball" which is easily verifiable then trust me, they won't be able to back it up in the article. remember when Lando did the landolog of him and Oscar karting in Italy and how much fun they had? at the beginning, he joked that Oscar had been a "little snake" for getting there early and practicing. he literally laughed while he said it. but sure enough, headlines on sites w names like F1dotcomBizFunHorny4U had "McLaren's Norris calls teammate Piastri a snake".

negative stories get engagement and melodrama gets even more. they'll worry about fixing it to not get sued way down in the article under the tenth video ad.

if the article was cribbed/didn't get a direct interview with a named source with an actual role within a team then it's either fake or stretched beyond reality for engagement.

even quotations can get chopped to hell and misplaced to fake a story - like people seeing Pierre explain his lack of relationship with Esteban by saying that other drivers might not be close friends either and to not make assumptions. despite quotes from those other drivers that they do in fact like their teammate (Carlos actually said this about him and Charles to Esteban and Pierre on the fanstage at Vegas). if people want to go hogwild with a quote to fit their negative personal narrative then they will. sites that exist solely for ad revenue and sponsorships will do everything to draw those fans in.

if DTS ever lands on the truth it's because that storyline wasn't worth the time in post twisting it into lies. so the fact that Oscar and Lando haven't had melodrama between them and keep saying how well they work together and like each other could mean that we get some unedited actual decent content! but since the 2023 season was so boring it might mean that the editors decide to do a hatchet job and bring in the usual talking heads to fabricate a drama between them. it ultimately doesn't matter bc DTS is only good for f1blr so that we can pull stuff for memes and gifs etc. when Lando recorded his viewing of some of the seasons he spent most of it laughing.

also this isn't the 80s or 90s or even early 00s Formula 1. the drivers are expected to stay much more even keeled out of respect for their teams and even the Pierre/Esteban situation (jsyk I do know their childhood history) isn't like they're out for each other's throats. they have a solely professional relationship now and they'd both agree that being civil is much better than not having an F1 seat. drivers are also way too busy nowadays with their own sponsorships and work outside racing to sit and fester these crazy rivalries in bars and pubs - as well as the media duties for their team that are way more since Liberty Media took over.

every set of teammates will experience ups and downs and tensions but they also have every incentive to get over it and not fuck up their work environment. especially at McLaren where Andrea and Zak now take a hard line about the drivers cooperating at all times for the sake of the team, that's never going to spiral into the kind of drama that media want. Lando beating himself up this season is because he's 5 years in and dying for that win, it's his mentality and it clearly didn't stop him from snatching podiums and points anyway. does he envy Oscar's sprint win, of course!! but if he hated or even resented Oscar for that Sprint win then he wouldn't keep bringing it up on Oscar's behalf all the time. he would do like other resentful teammates have done and simply avoid talking about it at all.

tl;dr anon, for your own sake please customize your F1 media experience or it'll drive you crazy <3 and just to say, I don't look at anything but F1.com or AP news to get updates on anything and I don't pay attention to anything else.

[felizusnavidad]

hope ur doing better love ! may I request a gif of around 9:40 from this video? the wink killed meeee

https://www.youtube.com/live/UqyZChm71N8?feature=shared

hi! yes, i am doing better now, thank you so much for caring & asking ❤️

here's your gif:

honestly that wink killed me too omg but also his hair EXCUSE ME I AM NOT WELL

don't know how that's even possible but i haven't seen this interview yet, so thank you anon, i'm about to watch the whole thing now!

[markdelonge]

“ i'm in love ”

not my gif !

note: i am so sorry !!!!!!!!! that this took forever!!!!!!!!!!!! i wanted to take some time to learn about billie before writing about him bc i didn't know anything other than him being in green day so i spent a week listening to their music and watching interviews AND i was originally gonna do a "dating billie" type thingy but i gave up half way thru bc i was running out of headcannon thingys but its in my drafts so if u want it just lmk

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request?: yes

pairing: billie joe armstrong x female!reader

contains: bad writing, age gap

keys: Y/F/N = your friend's name. Y/F/F = your favorite food

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You walked into a fancy restaurant that you had never heard the name of before, fiddling with the hem of your knee-length skirt as you walked up to the waitress standing behind a desk.

"Hi, Just one?" She asked as she picked up a menu.

"Um, No, I-I'm supposed to be meeting someone here. By the name of 'Billie' You started, chewing on your lip from your anxiety.

"Billie Armstrong, I think" You finished

You watched as she looked down at a chart she had as she ran her finger down the paper.

"Y/N?" She asked as she smiled back up to you.

"Yes, that's me" You smiled back, a little bit of your anxiety going away.

"Right this way" She said after she walked from behind the desk and started leading you to the table that an unfamiliar face sat at.

Your anxiety immediately came back as you watched him stand up and he smiled at you.

"There will be someone to come ask for your orders soon" The woman smiled once more before turning to continue her job.

You looked back at the man who was standing in front of you, your friend was not lying when she said that he was attractive. He was shorter than you imagined, though. Taller than less than 5 inches, you didn't really care that much about it.

"Hello. Y/N, right? He asked before sticking his hand out.

You took his hand in your and lightly shook it

"Yes, and you're Billie?" You smiled, mentally cringing.

All he did was nod before breaking the handshake and sitting back down which you followed his actions and looked down at your lap and fiddled with your thumbs.

You looked back up to him to see him already looking at you with an adorable smile plastered on his face.

"So, do you know what you're gonna get yet?" You asked before biting the inside of your cheek and lifting the fancy restaurant's fancy menu.

"No not yet, I haven't even ordered a drink yet"

You looked up at him and your eyes took a second to study the table, noticing that nothing but the menus, salt, pepper and a bouquet of fake flowers were on the table

"How long were you waiting?" You asked, your stomach flipping, hoping that it wasn't long.

"Not that long, maybe like 10 minutes."

"Thank God" You thought to yourself

"So, Y/N, tell me a little about yourself" He stated with a charming smile which was enough to make you smile back

"Well, my full name is Y/F/N, I just recently turned 31"

You continued to talk about yourself, answering the questions he had for you and trying to leave out anything that made you seem lame.

After about 3 minutes of talking about yourself and laughing, the waiter had finally walked up to the table

"Hello, what can I get you two for drinks?" She asked, pulling out a pen from her apron.

Billie looked over to you as if he was waiting for you to answer. You looked down at the menu for a couple seconds before making up your mind.

You lightly cleared your throat before speaking

"I'll have sweet tea"

The lady wrote down what you had said before looking over to Billie

"And what about you, Sir?"

"A pepsi would be cool"

She raised her eyebrow before writing down what he had said then closed her notebook pad and put her pen away.

"I'll be back with your drinks shortly" She smiled and walked away

"Did you see the way she looked at me?" Billie leaned closer over the table and whispered so she wouldn't be able to hear him which made you laugh

"She's probably confused on why we didn't order champagne or something" You whispered before looking around you

"This is a very nice restaurant" You finished.

Your friend, who was also your roommate, had completely set up the date. She was in charge of the day, the time, where it was and she refused to tell either of you what the name of the restaurant was all she did was give you guys each other's names and the address to the restaurant.

"Yeah, I feel underdressed right now" He said in a more normal voice and sitting up straight.

"Me too, I wish Y/F/N would've warned me that this restaurant was gonna be so fancy, I'm used to dates at Applebee's" You joked and silently praised yourself when you saw the smile that showed up on Billie's face

"So, you go on a lot of dates?" He joked back

"Oh, all the time" You replied sarcastically, dragging out "all" to put more emphasis on it.

"I just got back from a date before I came here" You fake bragged, having no idea where you got the confidence to joke with him the way you were.

"Oh, yeah?" He raised an eyebrow

You hummed and nodded your head.

"Where'd you go?" He asked

"Uhh, Applebee's" You said in a "duh" voice.

Your response made him laugh loudly which caught the attention of some people around you. The two of you both looked at the people who were most-likely silently judging you before looking back at each other and laughing more.

The waitress soon came back with your drinks and took your orders. He had ordered Chicken Alfredo while you ordered Y/F/F, that being your go-to food whenver you went out (which wasn’t a lot).

“Okay, Billie, you know almost everything about me, tell me about you” You said before taking a sip of your drink.

You learned lots about him, like his middle name being “Joe”, how he’s in a band called “Green Day”, which you were suprised to hear, given the fact that you knew a couple of their songs, maybe like 2 or 3, you never took the time to see who was in the band though. You also found out that he was 9 years older than you, making him 40. That took you aback given the fact that he looked very close to your age but you brused it off, deciding to give him a chance since it had been so long since anyone had shown any interest in you.

“Wait, so if you play in a rock band you must like rock music, right?” Your face lit up with excitment, you had finally found someone who liked the same music as you. 

“Yeah, I love it” He said after he took a sip of his pepsi

“Do you have a favorite band?” You asked, curious on what his answer was gonna be

“Uhh, I don’t really have a favorite at this moment, but I used to really like Operation Ivy, if you know who they ar-” 

You had cut him off with a gasp once you had registered what he said

“No. Way.” You said a little dramatic.

“I loved them all throughout high school! I used to be so bummed that I couldn’t see them live because when I had started listening, they were already broken up” You pouted, remembering the teenage version of you complaining to your parents about how sad you were about that.

“ What’s your favorite song by them?” He asked 

“Oh, that’s a hard one” You paused, your brain flipping through all the Operation Ivy songs you know, trying to pick just one.

“Um, I’m gonna have to go with “Knowledge”.” You replied and his jaw dropped. 

“That’s my favorite, too!” 

“Nu-uh” You said in complete disbelief 

“Yeah” His voice grew a little louder due to excitment which caused the couple next to us to give us dirty looks once again.

“That’s truly insane, I’ve never met anyone who had even heard of them, I thought I was the only one” You said while stirring the ice around in your cup with the straw.

“Well, now you’ve got me” 

You looked up at him through your lashes, his response making you blush

“I’m glad about that” You smiled before finding a new topic to talk about.

After what felt like forever, the food had finally came, and the two of you spent the next almost 2 hours learning more about each other, laughing, and eating.

Soon, the sound of a chair scooting across the floor had caught your attention and you watched as the couple (who was dressed way fancier than the both of you) put on their jackets to go. The woman who was there looked over at you and the two of you made eye contact. Instead of breaking it, you smiled and waved at her, all she did was look at you like you were trash and rolled her eyes which caused you to gasp.

“What?” Billie asked, looking in the same direction as you were, making it very obvious that the both of you were looking at them. You lightly tapped his hand so his attention would turn to you.

“I smiled at her and she rolled her eyes” You laughed at it, finding it more funny than offensive.

“Oh, shit, for real?” He whispered before turning back over to them and watched as they made their way to the exit. 

You saw as the man talked to the lady who had led you to the table earlier and pointed over to us while saying something that you couldn’t make out.

“Oh, shit” You whispered, sinking into your seat a little when you saw that the lady was coming towards your table. 

“Are you enjoying your dinners?” She asked

“Yeah” You both said at the same time, then smiling at each other.

“Well, I just got a complaint from a couple that was next to you two and they were saying how you guys were being too loud and it made them uncomfortable. So, if you could keep it down, that would be highly appreciated.” She smiled

Both you and Billie smiled at each other before he spoke up.

“I’m sorry about that. I guess we got too deep in conversation to notice” He smiled at the woman

“It’s okay, just remember that they’re others trying to eat here” She smiled back and left.

Not very long after she turned around, the both of you started laughing once again, this time is was quieter so you wouldn’t get a complaint again.

“You wanna get outta here?” He asked after the laughter died down and you nodded.

Billie looked around to see if he could spot the waitress, thankfully she wasn’t far, only a couple tables down. So the two of you talked until she walked by and she asked if everything was going alright.

“Yeah, everything is great. Can we get the bill?” He asked, she nodded and left.

Once she turned with the bill, she took the plates and bid us “goodnight”

You grabbed the bill before he could and your eyes widened as you looked at the price.

“How much is it?” He whispered for unknown reasons

“200″

“Oh, that’s not that bad” He said while reaching in his back pocket and pulling out a wallet

“Yeah, but we didn’t even get anything that fancy. I bet if we would’ve went to Applebee’s and got everything we got here, it would be like $60″ 

He laughed at what you said before speaking

“That’s what happens when you go to fancy resturants, babe, shit’s expensive”

Your heart stopped for a split second due to the pet name he had thrown in ever so casually.

You are cool with me calling you that, right?” He made sure you didn’t feel uncomfortable which you thought it was the cutest thing ever.

You nodded in agreement before clearing your throat 

“Yeah, t-that’s cool with me” You smiled which he mirrored.

Only a few seconds later, Billie stood up and walked over to where you were sitting

“Shall we?” He asked, extending his arm out in front of you.

“We shall” You giggled as you took his hand and stood up.

The two of you started walking towards the front of the resturant and you smiled to yourself, happy that this date had gone very well.

The two of you talked about random things until you got to your car.

“This is me” You stopped walking and stood in front of the car.

“Well, actually I was wondering if you wanted to come back with me” He said but it sounded more like a question

“Sorry, Billie, I don’t do hook ups on the first date.” You frowned

“But if you give me your number, I’d be more than happy to go on a second date  with you” You smiled

“Wait, really? I didn’t completely  fuck this date up?” 

“What? No, what makes you think you fucked up”

“We almost got kicked out of a top notch resturant”

“But we didn’t, plus that wasn’t just your fault, I was being loud, too, y’know” You reminded him and he nodded.

You pulled out your phone, unlocked it, went to contacts, and handed him the phone.

“Here, put your number in and we can plan another date later” 

You blushed as his hand brushed over yours when he took your phone

“I really had fun tonight” You after a few seconds of silence.

He looked at you but his head was still down

“Me too” He smiled at you which made your heart melt

“How ‘bout next time we go to Applebee’s since you love it so much” He joked before giving you your phone back. 

Without looking, you put it back in your purse that was on top of your car.

“Believe it or not, I’m actually not a huge fan of going out” You said

“No?” You could hear the sarcasm in his voice which caused you to laugh a little.

“Mhm” You hummed in response. 

“So, then what do you have in mind?” 

“I have this old stereo with a bunch of old cassette tapes that are all the rock albums I used to listen to. So I was thinking, y’know, me, you, a stereo, and maybe chinese food or something?” You chewed on your lip, hoping the plan didn’t sound dumb.

“I got Operation Ivy” You said, your voice filled with hope.

“Text me the time and your address and I’m there, baby” He winked

God, he was gonna drive you insane. You stood there for a few seconds, the both of you just looking at each other before you cleared your throat.

“I should probably get going before Y/F/N starts to worry, I’m never out this late.”

He smiled at you before looking down at his watch

“It’s only 10:30″

“I told you already, I dont go out a lot” You remarked

"Well, I'll see you soon?" He asked

"Of course" You said in an obvious tone.

"Okay, have a good night, Y/N. Text me when you get home?"

You nodded in response.

"You too, Billie"

"Well, you don't have to text me when you get home because you won't have my number until I text you so even if you wanted to text me, you wouldn't be able to a-"

You were cut off by Billie kissing you, it shocked you at first, but you couldn't help but kiss back. The kiss was soft and passionate and only lasted a couple seconds before Billie pulled back.

"I'm sorry, you were ranting"

"No, don't apologize, I liked it" You bit your lip, trying not to smile too big.

All he did was laugh, before he put his hands in his front pocket.

"Goodnight, Y/N." He smiled at you before turning around to walk away.

"Goodnight, Billie"

He turned back, smiled, and waved before turning back to walk to his car.

You silently freaked out right then and there, Your first date in almost 3 years went amazing. You calmed yourself down by taking a deep breath before grabbing your purse and walking to your car door. You were looking through your purse for your keys when your phone went off. Opening it, the first thing you saw was the new contact that had been recently added and was titled "Billie <3".

You smiled before whispering to yourself

"I think I'm in love"

[duchessofostergotlands]

I haven't even watched the interview yet but apparently Daniel does yoga in it (I swear the man is an underrated national treasure), so of course I need to ask if we will get a GIF set of that 😂

Very briefly, yes. Mostly just a bit of stretching but there’s a moment with downward dog. I am not planning to gif it as my gifs don’t really get much traction and it’s not worth the time but if I can get a moment I’ll look into it :)

[skelenova]

For the ask thing - 1 and 7! :]

Get ready for a short read, lol. I did my best to not go on a tangent.

1. How did you get into tmnt? It was actually about a year ago (only a couple weeks away to the day, actually), that I got into Rise. I had been falling off of my Sonic re-fixation and had seen some artists I was following make some art for it and share around gifs and videos and such. I remember seeing the movie Krang fight animatic in particular and my animation-loving brain went "oh, now I need to check this out." I needed something to jump start my creativity at the time, and I knew I would have some free time after the Thanksgiving holiday (USA America), so I planned to watch it then. I binged that shit on Netflix. I would later learn that the episodes weren't quite in the right order, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. I think I got halfway through season two when things started to click in terms of why I liked Donnie so much: I related to him a lot, and I hadn't seen an animated character that I resonated with so much mentally. Sure, I'd seen characters in other shows that had similar traits to him, but this one hit me over the head, and I started to understand myself a bit more. That made a pretty lasting connection for me. BUT before this becomes a Donnie rant, I'll continue: after watching all of Rise, I began watching the other series/movies, though a bit haphazardly (I haven't finished 87 or 03 yet lol). I read all the IDW comics through my library and read a few issues of the other runs (I've started collecting IDW and Saturday Morning Adventures when I can). I also started down the rabbit hole of merch… I have a fair few plush and plastic turtles in my room, hehe. Anywho, it's been a non-stop obsession ever since, and it's rekindled my love for animation that kind of… "died" is a strong word, but it went away a little a few years ago. My inner child reawakened, so to speak lol. I didn't go into Rise/TMNT in general expecting to love it as much as I do, but it makes me really happy. I'm so glad I found it and gave it a chance (even if I was late to it, like I am with many things, lol). I've discovered a lot of nice ppl and projects online through tmnt as well, which I'm grateful for. Dump over!! haha

7. Favorite really obscure character? Really obscure? Hmm., idk how obscure he is, but Keno from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II (1991)! Those movies give me a lot of joy for many reasons, and Keno is one of them. He's a silly lil guy, and I wish he got to be in more TMNT iterations. To my knowledge, the character was made for the actor (Ernie Reyes Jr., who was also the martial arts stunt double for Donnie in the first movie!!). I recommend reading some of Reyes' interviews if you can, interesting stuff. Also he has a mullet :]

[acourtofthought]

It's weird how el/riel stan think everything Sjm writes, says or does is a hint for el/riel.

The comments under every sjm post are full of el/riel comments. For example one asked the CC stans what their favorite line from the book was and many of them seriously said "bread and roses". Or the one where she put flowers in the background of the acosf book as decoration and people in the comments yell "ELRIEL". I also still haven't forgotten about the Twitter el/riels who have seriously tweeted that Sjm BABY is forshadowing for el/riel when sjm surprised us with a new baby... joke or not, that was just weird. I know some are going to say "Gwynriel stans comment too", but not so many and they don't point at everything Sarah does and call it forshadowing for Gwynriel?! Some el/riels were pissed that el/riels were "celebrating"- 1. For what anyway? 2. It wasn't just a simple celebration when they were going around and confidently bullying and laughing at everyone who are not el/riel stans 3. To go around and claim that a ship was confirmed when it wasn't is misinformation. Nothing to be happy about.

The reason it got me to writing this ask is because I was in the Elucien tag on IG and some el/riel posted a meme where Sjm only cares about elriel, neglets gwynriel and let elucien basically drown and I just thought.. where do they get this misinformation?

As far as I know, Sarah never talked about El/riel. She made a headcanon that Elucien love to be out in the nature the most, wrote a whole tweet where she talked about Nessian and Elucien (- how Elain was someone Lucien and sjm herself never expected and how they could heal together). Even before she deleted her pinterest, there were elucien pinterest saved in the acotar pinwall.

Wasn't Sjm asked about El/riel and she answered that they're more like siblings to her? I can't find that Interview (2017 or 2018), but given that many people INCLUDING Twitter El/riels and a few mutual el/riels (I saw a post of an el/riel being upset at sarah's response).

Sure, she never talked about Gwynriel too, but Gwynriel is more than a year old and this time around she's barely revealing anything. Barely saying anything about the upcoming acotar books. Especially when she really can't say anything since she hasn't started writing it yet.

So I'm not sure what they actually mean.. Maybe because Sjm once said "I thought it's obvious" and they took it as el/riel confirmed because the 3 sisters 3 brothers crap is obvious. Or the one where she confirmed that we've already met Elain's lover interest and azriel has been around since book 2, FORGETTING the fact that Lucien has been around since book 1. I've seen the Interviews and IG lives they claim as el/riel, but none of them were el/riel related at all? She also looked rather dissapointed at the questions she got asked in last interview.

I don't care much what they say but it does get annoying when I see them in the elucien and gwynriel tag acting all smug like they know Sarah personally. I'm sure that she doesn't care at all about any of the ships except Feysand and Nessian- she makes it quite clear even- especially when all she hears from us are ships.

I have seen the "I thought it was obvious" gif used one (or a thousand) too many times at this point when it comes to E/riel. When SJM said that, it was in reference to who the next book would be about. Not who the next couple would be, not confirmation of any ships but who was getting the next book. And even that is completely ridiculous to fixate on. SJM has repeatedly said she is under contract with Bloomsburg and that contract does not allow her to disclose information like that. The only time we should believe anything is when there's an official announcement on her IG. So acting like "it's so obvious" when she doesn't want us to know anything until it's time is really not that obvious at all. She could just as easily be throwing as off as it's been proven in the past. Obvious means there's no doubt and when the fandom is still divided down the center there's nothing obvious at all. And SJM does love romance but it's insanity to think that every single thing she does is with the sole focus of her next endgame couple. While there were hints as to Rhys and Feyre ending up together, they were subtle hints. There was no indication that either Rhys or Feyre had feelings for one another in book 1. The hints were things like "a shadow watching over me" and "there you are, I've been looking for you" when we all thought that just meant he was helping her out with the faeries and "stay with the High Lord" when we all were convinced that meant Tamlin. E/riel moments are too in your face and too obvious. "Why not make them mates" and "what if that's what she needs" and "they stayed up talking" and "he's never given anyone that knife before." Foreshadowing is one thing but SJM has never been a Neon Flashing sign kind of writer, regardless of her "I thought it was obvious" comment. Because again, it's not at all obvious but the buildup for E/riel has been. The same that the relationship between Feyre and Tamlin was obvious until it wasn't. And regardless of what anyone thought of Tamlin and his treatment of Feyre, SJM felt his behaviors were not the sort of behaviors we wanted to celebrate as she felt he was the typical manifestation of a toxic male. No Azriel is not the same as Tamlin however the way he acts towards Elain IS similar to Tamlin with Feyre. The need to overly protect, the unnecessary jealousy, making it about what he needs over what the female wants. If SJM didn't like that sort of relationship for the original trilogy than why are we thinking she's suddenly going to like it for Elain? To sum it up:

Tamlin and Feyre were obviously going to be in a relationship.

Rhys and Feyre were not obvious

Tamlin's behaviors toward Feyre were not healthy in SJM's mind (possessive, jealous, trying to protect her to the point that it stifled her, not being willing to talk to her about feelings and emotions, killing his own sentries because they weren't able to prevent Feyre from leaving).

Azriel's behaviors towards Elain have a strong echo of that (jealousy over his brothers and her bond with Lucien, having no issues at the thought of killing Lucien regardless of what it means for their lands, wanting to keep her from helping with the Trove though it's something she actively said she would do, not talking to her about his thoughts or emotions). If anything, what is so obvious is that SJM is setting up E/riel to fail which I think has already happened in that POV chapter. If you find the interview where she mentioned them feeling like they’re siblings, I’d love to see it!

[jeysuso]

I just saw the gif set you made of when Jimmy pulls Jey  away from solo and Sami and they get in each other's faces. The tension in that was amazing. Now I don't want to say I want to see Jimmy and Jey fight because I kind of love that they're one of the few acts that haven't separated and they've already established that Jey would give anything protect Jimmy. If this storyline hasn't proven anything we've seen Jey actually give his very soul for his brother. But still it's just amazing them face-to-face the tension was immaculate. Also I love looking at the audience members faces during that moment because depending on my mood I feel pumped up or I find it hilarious. I think that was truly a shocking moment because as villainous as the Usos have been or as good as they have been they have never turned on each other and it's always been established how much they love each other especially  the last two years. That's not a turn I think a lot of people would expect and I don't think it will ever happen. If anything we might get tension between them with the Fall Of The Bloodline because Jimmy seems to really like what he's doing while Jey doesn't. Also I might be giving the writers a little too much credit here, but it makes me think of when Jimmy first came back and he told Jey that he wouldn't have quit at HIAC no matter what, so even though he was out there and quitting on Jeys behalf and saving him, it kind of shows he wouldn't blindly follow him and would do what he wanted. He said He was Jeys keeper and those evil grins have been on point. But at the end of the day one thing they've established is how much loyalty they have to each other and it was just established again where Jimmy said that being torn from his brother was one of the worst pains he's ever felt and we all know he actually blamed  Roman for that. The possibilities are delicious though and those boys can bring it especially when they've been given the chance to really show their emotional range. I laugh when I hear other wrestlers talk about how those boys can go at it backstage and they both said that each other would be their dream match so I wonder if that would ever happen and if this would be the time to pull that trigger. Also it's a beautiful gif set you do a wonderful job. 

Also one more thing and not such a serious topic. I always laugh when Jay moves his arm right as Jimmy goes to grab it and he's reaching for air for a couple of seconds.

firstly thank you for the gifset compliment i'm 🥺💜 but secondly you're so right!!! listen. listennnnn. i love jimmy and jey so fucking much but i just know they have the chops for a really angsty, painful storyline where they're fighting each other. i just know. i saw josh say one time not long ago that the reason he felt like he could put so much emotion into this one with roman is because it felt real to him when they were in the moment. like, he felt like he was fighting with him, and it hurt to even think about it, so can you imagine how raw and fucking heartbreaking a feud with jimmy and jey would be? when they've literally been down since day one? god. it'd be so tasty. but also, like, you know, life-ruining. it'd actually kill me, i think.

i do wonder if it's changed for them though cause in an interview they both said they'd want their, like, final run to be a feud with each other that concludes in a wrestlemania headlining event (sick idea, sidenote), and i do wonder if they'd still retire after something like that, or if they'd keep going. cause if jimmy and jey start feuding any time soon, my ass is gonna be panicking bestie that they're about to retire and i am not ready to lose them yet. 😭😭

lmao literally and also i've never talked about it (cause a bitch is usually staring at jey in that moment, the way he goes "ay, ay, ay, ay," when jimmy grabs him is 🥵🥵🥵) but jimmy looks SO fucking good when he squares up to jey. he looks so good in this entire segment (and in life) but here, specifically? when he looks ready to FIGHT?

might fuck around and make me a jimmy girl full time bro i'm not lying he is so goddamn fine.

[unwinthehart]

I know it’s not easy to just pick 5 but what are your top 5 fav blahmood moments

I feel like I'm being tested lmao Joking, I always enjoy these, even though 5 is not easy at all 1. The scooter ride around Turin and that little impromptu concert they had in the streets. I haven't brought myself to gif it yet, because they're so happy it hurts to look at 2. Radio Zeta Future Hits Live, when Blanco came out on stage with the huge smile and Mahmood just fucked up his verse 3. Two particular hugs: Sanremo winning performance, when Mahmood missed his entry to hug Blanco and at Eurovision Final, after the performance 4. The Turquoise Carpet at Eurovision, especially the "I love you, Riccardo" and the "we chose each other" moments. 5. That Raiplay interview for Eurovision, the "What would you do if" series of questions. They were just so silly and smiley, uuuugh

💎🚲BONUS (because I'm allowed to cheat):