#blurb bookstore

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

Making snow angels:

Single mama running a bookstore with a little girl(2 yrs old). James Potter ends up there looking for a gift for Remus for his birthday or something. The little girl runs into him, literally, in one of the aisles and instantly likes him. Please and thank you!!

A/N: okay, I know you said 2, but I made the kid a bit older, I imagined like 8

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Coming up from the basement, you sat the obtained stack of books down on top of the vacant front desk beside your daughter’s messy math exercises, “are you done with your homework already?” you glanced down the narrow corridors of the bookstore and quickly spotted your little girl talking confidently with a broad-shouldered bespectacled stranger, “oh, hello,” you hurried up beside them and instinctively bend your knees to be on your kid’s height, “honey,” you spoke gently, planting a hand on her small waist, “what did we say about staying behind the counter?” and after receiving a small eye-roll of acknowledgement, you blinked up at the customer, “I’m sorry, sir,” then quickly straightened back up to be at your full height, “I didn’t hear you come in, I was down in storage getting a few things.”

“Oh, there’s no need to apologise,” he smiled, then winked playfully down at your daughter, “your co-worker here has been very helpful in assisting me to find a present for my friend.” 

“Has she now?” 

“Yep,” the young girl said, “told him that you can never go wrong with the classics when it comes to gift-giving.”

“Really?” even though you were already painfully aware of your offspring’s high reading level, it still never ceased to amaze you, “well, I’ll tell you what,” you smiled, bending back down to look her in the eyes, “if you go sit up front while I help this customer out, you can pick out a piece of candy from the jar before you finish the rest of your schoolwork.”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[theshyspy]

bookstore au with ashton irwin - headcanon

Based on this request from the very talented @littledrummerangie,thank you for sending it in lovie🦋

He was a bookworm who loved the familiarity of the known. He didn’t even notice how everything was a routine: the way he went to the same cafe and browsed the menu but got the same coffee each time, before heading to the usual bookstore a few feet away.

Which was why Calum was so confused as he stopped outside a newly opened bookstore, his eyes fixed at you moving inside it. In no time he had pushed the door open and started browsing through the shelfs, waiting for you to ask if he needed any help.

He swore you had the voice of an angel as you moved towards him, smile on your face as you wondered if he needed anything. (He didn’t, but) shortly after you were recommending all sorts of books.

He was so quick to return the next day, claiming he forgot to get one of the pieces on his wishlist (something he definitely hadn’t). He was just hypnotized, adoring the way you strang your sentences together and how all your opinions was so reflected. He could listen to you talk about anything for hours.

Every other day he would come up with a new excuse and be back again, not that you minded. He was your favourite customer, always smiling and asking about your day. Once in a while he even brought you coffee (he swore the barista had made an extra on accident but it happened way too many times for it to be a coincidence)

You always looked forward to your meetings, but was getting impatient, kinda hoping he would ask you out.

He most definitely wanted to ask you out. But it had to be perfect, something you couldn’t say no to.

So when your favourite author came out with a new book, he figured it was his time to shine.

At the end of your shift, he was waiting patiently outside the door. A basket resting on his arm, filled with food you’d briefly mentioned you enjoyed. To say you were surprised was an understatement, but you followed with a smile plastered on your face as he said he knew the perfect reading spot.

And that’s how you ended up with your head in his lap, his fingers gently playing with your hair as you fell in love with both your new book and the man beside you.

[ddejavvu]

bookstore owner!hotch fucking shy reader between the shelves of his hole-in-the-wall bookstore🤭🤭🫣

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

🤭🤭 well okay

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"Chose something new today?" Aaron's voice startles you, yanking you out of your lustful reverie and grabbing your attention. You slam the salacious book in your hands tight to your chest, staring up at him with mortified eyes, "Um, mhm."

"Oh, come on. I know every book in my store," Aaron watches as you desperately try to cover the euphemistic title of the book, "You can't hide anything from me."

"I just- I wasn't, like.. I wanted to see if it was any good."

"And was it?" He raises a single eyebrow, towering over you as he stands while you sit.

"It.." You take a deep breath, nodding hesitantly, "It was."

"Good enough to enjoy a second time?" HIs questions is carefully phrased, but you're certain he means something dark with it. You hesitate before answering, a soft 'yes,' coming out of your lips more like a question than anything else.

"Then come here," He commands, reaching a hand out for you. You take it eagerly, scrambling to your feet and letting the book fall to the ground.

"Pick it up." He orders again, his voice low and stern, "Read it out to me."

"I.." You pause, your shorts riding up your legs as you bend over to pick up the book, "What do you mean?"

"I'm not going to know what to do unless you read me the book," He explains, his voice slightly condescending, "I'm not a mind-reader."

"Wait, you- you're going to.. reenact it?"

"Yes." He raises his eyebrows, nodding curtly, "And if you stop, I stop."

[alexa-santi-author]

If I ever need a perfect bookish example of “Dead Dove — Do Not Eat,” it’s gonna be the people who complain that Outlander is filled with sex and romance.

Yes. People complain that a historical romance novel has too much romance in it. Because apparently they couldn’t be arsed to find out anything about the book they were reading before they started reading it.

[miss-beep-beep]

Messenger

Pairing: Carmen Berzatto x bookstore!(Viet)reader

Notes: Fluff and some cursing. This will be told in the (somewhat) perspective of Marin, the reader’s friend. There will be mentions of the reader being Vietnamese, hence the parenthesis. I actually wanted to include this for a while as I am also Vietnamese but I was worried I would alienate you all. Please enjoy!

Hi everyone, it’s 2023 and I’m back to post something as I was gone for months. Apologies for the long wait. Lots of stuff were going on IRL so I had to focus my energy and some of my creative brainwaves to that. If I make any mistakes, please let me know.

✅ Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Part 4 -> Part 5 TBA

P.S. Hi @wittyno​ ! When you commented “Any chance for a tag?”, do you mean a taglist? Or do you mean something else? Like tagging “Carmen Berzatto x bookstore!(Viet)reader”? Or a different type of tag? I really want to know. 👀

“You have a lot of explaining to do,” Marin gleams with twinkling eyes and a Cheshire smile.

Her co-worker continues to stare at the back of the receipt in disbelief. Their left thumb brushing the words “To Ditto” above the message.

“I- I don't know how this happened.” Marin’s co-worker said warily.

“Oh come on, I’m sure stuff like this is normal for you.” Marin retorts.

“I wasn’t popular back in Vietnam and it’s still the same here in the states.” The co-worker retorts back with rolling side eyes. They slapped the receipt down on the counter before the two loom over it. 

“How did this happen?” Marin asks.

“Why are you asking me?”

“You two are on nickname basis!”

“No we’re not! I only met the guy once and that was on your Spaghetti Day.”

“Well there has to be a reason.” Marin states as she takes out the styrofoam boxes from the plastic bag. 

“Maybe you got to retrace your steps.” 

Marin closes her eyes as she flashbacks to minutes ago.

“Okay, I’ll be right back, you grumbling monster!” Marin said as she closed the bookstore door behind her. 

The grumbling monster that is their co-worker stuck their tongue but smiled and waved good-bye. 

A few skipping steps later, Marin swiftly entered The Bear which is still under construction. A tall man with a scruffy beard was watching over the counter. 

“Hi, I’m here for a pick-up.”

“Name?” 

“Marin.”

He swiftly walked to the kitchen before walking back to the counter in a brisk stroll with the sagging plastic bag.

A short wavy-ish haired guy from the kitchen then approaches the tall one from behind. “Hey, Richie, cousin.” 

“Yeah, one second.” The tall one, presumably Richie, mumbles before looking over at Marin. “Two spaghettis?” 

“Yep.”

“Wait, you’re Marin?” Richie asks.

“Yeah? Why?”

“Uh...Your name just looks familiar, that’s all.”

Marin slowly reaches for the bag.

“I mean, I’ve seen your name in the receipts.” Richie blurts out.

Marin doesn’t let that simmer in her brain for a moment. Her stomach let out a mid-growl.

“So, you work somewhere?” Richie said as he slowly placed the food on the counter.

“Cousin, just give her the food.”

“What, Carmy? Can’t make some rapport with our frequent customers?”

Carmy glances at the clock before looking back at his cousin.

“Wait, didn’t your break ended like a minute go?”

“Yeah, but I’m watching the counter for Fak while he’s taking his break at the back. You know why? Because I’m a great boss.”

A girl with a bandana peeks her head out of the doorway, holding a tray of steamy delectables under tinfoil. 

“Dude, Fak’s not even here.” She said before disappearing further into the kitchen.

“What?!” Richie shouts.

Realizing a customer A.K.A Marin was still standing there. He immediately apologizes. “My apologies, ma’m, for my tone! Please excuse me.” Richie storms around the counter and out the door. 

Carmy pushes the bag towards Marin. “Hey, sorry about that.”

“No worries, thanks for the food.”

Carmen notices the logo, Let it Rip, on Marin’s shirt. “Your shirt...” He trailed off.

Marin looks down at it. “What? Is there something wrong?”

“No, no. Your shirt... reminded me of someone.” He smiles meekly.

“Oh, were you two close?”

He paused for a minute before replying back bittersweetly. “Yeah, he was family to me.”

“Oh, that’s sweet.” Marin said with a wide smile back before looking at the clock. “I got to go. Thanks again for the food!”

As Marin exited, she glanced swiftly to the window where she noticed Carmen with his arms crossed but not too tight to his chest. The same meek smile brushed on his face as he walks back to the kitchen.

“Wait,” the co-worker interjects while waving the receipt, “we still don’t know when he wrote the message on the receipt.”

Marin smacks her forehead with the side of a plastic fork.“God damn, I knew I forgot something. I got distracted again.” Marin said at disdain to herself. 

Marin then ponders as she opened her Styrofoam container. She was staring at the plastic bag and noticed the clear tape residue created a X-shaped mark. She then stared at the receipt. Only one short piece of tape was sticking up straight.

“Interesting,” Marin whispered into a sly grin. 

[reveriesofawriter]

got neurotic and had to Make Lists so these are all things I enjoyed from this year (I only included books that came out this year and not additional ones I read but like if anyone is interested I have that list too)

albums

built to last - arrows in action

so much (for) stardust - fall out boy

pineapple sunrise - beach weather

the end - cody fry

retrovision - honey revenge

the good witch - maisie peters

the maine - the maine

the dark - the band camino

the feeling of falling upward - 5sos

sunday at foxwoods - boys like girls

something to give each other - troye sivan

live from atlanta - ben rector

books

ephemera - sierra demulder (poetry)

we could be so good - cat sebastian

once more with feeling - elissa sussman

spell bound - f. t. lukens

second chances in new port stephen - tj alexander

teach the torches to burn - caleb roehrig

[kate-bishops-waifu]

Hi! Saw your call for story requests (Thank you for your service, haha). Would love to read anything Siegfried x Audrey, or Siegfried x Reader if that catches your fancy. Thanks!

a.n: Hiiiiiiii! This is my first time writing one of these, and I had a lot of fun, thank you for submitting! It might be more appropriately called a 'blurb' I hope that's all right? It's a new writing style so I'm just getting used to it. I really hope you like it have a lovely day <3

"Excuses"

Siegfried Farnon X gn!reader

Warnings: None! just fluff. Mentions of cat being sick.

Edited: A little.

The Darrowby book and exchange was yours. Every book and every picture on the wall was yours to decide, and as such, you had the right, nay, obligation; to fill it with as many cats as you liked. You would set a bowl of food and water for the neighborhood strays, and they were beginning to take a liking to you. So it was any wonder that you felt obligated by them. 

It wasn’t a remarkable day, but you hadn’t seen Molly, the gray haired old lady you had adopted, properly, from one of the Dalesmen who had a liter they couldn’t keep. Molly was the biggest of the group, fat, strong, and a firm god complex which you indulge a little more than you would like to admit. But she was your first cat, and therefore she was the oldest. ‘Old lady’ you would fondly call her. 

‘PSPSPSPSPPS Cat? Molly? Where are you hiding?’ It was nearing the end of the day, and your shop had cleared out half an hour ago so you began your search. 

Often you could find her hiding on the shelves, or tucked between the overflow stacks. There was precisely where you found her. Between stacks, her fluff squished against the window, and her breathing erratic. She looked, and this is in no way an insult to her highness, terrible. Her eyes were distant and she was wheezing a little. You noticed she had vomited her breakfast, and elected to ignore it for now. The vet wasn’t far away, and you had no trouble closing early today.

It took some looking, but you eventually found the cage, and with some hissing and spitting, managed to get the poor old bat inside. You tried to make it as comfortable as possible, her favorite blanket and pillow from your upstairs apartment, and a sprig of catnip to keep her happy; If she could keep it down. Which you discovered as you made your way through the cobbled streets, she could not. 

The practice wasn’t busy when you entered, one other such customer sat by the door with a chicken, looking inconvenienced. And you supposed most people felt such a way in a veterinary practice. 

‘Welcome in, why don’t you sit down. Mr. Farnon will be out as soon as he can.’ Mrs. Hall the housekeeper had greeted you.

You took a seat across from the sterile doors of the surgery and settled the old cat on the chair next to you. It might have been a bit hasty, but you didn’t want to wait around with an old cat like her. Better be safe than sorry, you told yourself. 

It wasn’t long before the vet emerged, leading out his patient with a smile like he was satisfied with himself. He turned to mrs. Hall and whispered something, glancing back at you. All you could think as you saw those crow feet and kind eyes, was: ‘what a nice face.’

‘So sorry, mr. Dobbins. I’ll have to take this patient first. Shouldn’t be much longer. You understand.’ He said dismissively to the other patient. Mr. Dobbins looked upset, but Farnon was too distracted to notice as he knelt in front of Molly’s cage, ‘Alright. Molly is it?’ He addressed the cage. ‘Right. Let’s see what’s wrong with you,’ He turned his gaze to you, and smiled benevolently. His eyes were perfect as they met yours, and you couldn’t help but be distracted by them. Those kind eyes seemed to hide their youthfulness and play at a much deeper sort of meaning than any he seemed to put on. 

Inside the surgery the first thing that struck you was how disorganized it was. Not the sterile table or the platter of instruments, but the desk. Strewn about papers, a jar of papers overflowing onto the ledger that was building dust. 

‘Let's see what's wrong with you old girl.’ He pulled the cat from her cage, and set her gently on the table, soothing its raised hackles. He asked you some general questions then began to give her a look over.

‘You own the bookstore right? Down the way?’ He asked out of the blue. It took you a few moments to respond. 

‘Yes. Darrowby Book and Exchange. Had it for a few years now.’ 

‘Right. I like it there. Feels like I can focus. Maybe the place is as organized as my mind so I feel like I fit in.’ 

That made you laugh. Your store was not very organized. 

You didn’t expect it, but after that Siegfried Farnon became a constant in your life. At least once, sometimes twice, every week you saw him. It was getting colder so the cats you took care of were getting sicker and you had just about as many excuses to go see the vet as you could hope. You learned how exceptionally kind he was, though he hid it under a surprisingly hard surface. You saw right through him. After the first month of excuses to go and see him, Siegfried Farnon made his first appearance in your shop. He came in casually and began to peruse silently as you did your best not to gaze. He came up with a few books in his hand and started asking for recommendations, thoughts on the books he’d picked. Pretty soon an hour sped by and you had completely forgotten what he had come in for. 

The next time he showed up in your shop, was a surprise. He was carrying tea and some scones and doing his best to look perfectly casual as he set them on the counter. You came out of the woodworks, surprised to see him leaning on your desk like he belonged there, sipping tea. You were beginning to think maybe he did. 

Siegfried pretended to ignore you as you took your place behind the counter and you had to speak up for him to acknowledge you. 

‘Oh, sorry. Didn’t notice you’d come back. Here. Some tea. And scones. Mrs. Hall made them, I hope you don’t mind?’ 

You weren’t sure if it was so much a question as it was a statement as he seemed to be quite content, leaning on the desk.

It was hard not to blush as you sipped your tea. Siegfried told you old war stories about the animals he had taken care of. The general chaos that was Veterinary service. You reveled in the way his entire face lit up, telling embarrassing and oftentimes heroic acts of animal doctoring. He might have been embellishing some but you didn't say anything. 

           It was then two months since you met Siegfried Farnon. Your life felt brighter, more interesting. He never ceased to entertain and it was hard not to imagine a life without your biweekly chats. They could last anywhere from an hour to nearly half the day. It was as if time stood still and simultaneously moved much much quicker than you would like.

But then came the day when you were called away. A family visit or holliday, it doesn’t matter, but the important thing is that the daffodil ball, as Tristan once said ‘the social event of the season’ was set to be the day you came back. The day you would never be able to make it. 

And so it went, you arrived home late, the sun was setting and you were tired. As you unlocked the front door you sighed in relief as you set your things down. It was terribly dark, the curtains drawn, the lights off. Your cat sitter must have just left; Molly’s bull was filled with her prescription food. You decided you were too tired to unpack so leaving it for tomorrow was very appealing to you. You made your way downstairs to check on your shop, feeling stiff as you gave it a once over. You collected the cash from the register and noted down where you might need to replace some books. 

There came a knock at the door. You weren’t expecting anyone at this hour, or at all. Your shop was closed, you had planned to see your friends the next day, so who on earth would bother you? 

Standing outside, his hands in his pockets and his back facing the window was Siegfried Farnon. Doing his best to look casual. 

You went to open the door and Siegfried turned to face you, a little surprised.

‘Siegfried? What are you doing here so late?’ 

Siegfried shuffled slightly where he stood, and you ushered him in, the little bell jingling above the door.

‘I wasn’t sure where you had gone.’ He said.

‘Did I neglect to tell you? I’m sorry, I was on a trip.’ You felt a little guilty, wishing you had said something and not just disappeared. You didn’t mean to, it was all a little last minute for you, but none of that seemed to matter now.

‘Ah. Well. Tonight’s the Daffodil ball you know.’ He was so awkward, twisting a paper in his hands like a nervous boy. 

‘Is it?’ 

‘Yes. Yes it is, and I was sort of hoping you would be here for it.’

‘You were?’ Your cheeks felt warm at the idea of spinning around a ballroom in Siegfried’s arms, the trumpet guiding your movements as you lost yourself in each other's embrace. 

‘Yes. I was.’

‘What’s that then?’ you gestured to the piece of paper. 

‘Oh. This? Our tickets. It’s silly I shouldn’t have supposed-’

‘That’s very kind of you Siegfried. I would have gone if I had been here earlier.’ You smiled apologetically.

‘Right. Well that’s a shame isn’t it. I suppose you wouldn’t be up for it at this hour would you?’ He looked hopeful, and you couldn’t help but feel the guilt rise up in your belly.

‘No. I suppose I wouldn’t, I’m sorry.’

He looked so dejected, about to turn and leave, but you grabbed his arm. 

‘I wouldn’t mind at least one dance though.’ You were surprised at your own bravery, but it almost came easily to you. Being in his presence, it somehow made you more confident. 

Siegfried smiled, that lovely bearded smile that made his eyes light up and his true youthfulness escaped. He took your hand and wrapped an arm around your waist. His hand was so soft, which almost surprised you. He held you close as he could, he radiated heat and you seemed to sink into him. You turned about the room carefully, a silent waltz guiding you as you stared at each other. 

His movements began to slow and it became an easy swaying motion. 

‘I’m sorry I forgot to tell you. I intended to, I really did. I guess it just slipped my mind.’ You admitted.

Siegfried chuckled and shook his head. 

‘I think this is better.’ He tilted his head slightly, curiously. Like a dog. Which made you smile, because of course. He had such a kinship with animals it’s any wonder you didn’t notice before. 

‘You know, I have a sudden, maybe ridiculous urge, to kiss you.’ He admitted. 

You felt the breath escape your chest all at once and all you could do was nod pathetically as he leaned in and closed the gap.

[michi-chelle]

yaoi enjoyers, please help me identify this manga. it’s about a blonde guy whose name starts with a g and a black-haired guy named dante or something like that. and they’re italian gangsters or something. no it’s not jojo part 5 lmao

[neixins]

baffled by the design choice to not include a proper blurb anywhere on a book and instead opt for a bunch of quotes from authors that all say more or less the same thing

[apileofwizardbooks]

a trusted tumblrina's book recommendation is worth a thousand blurbs

[awkward-smirks]

love is making your best friend an interactive table/spreadsheet of every single place you want to take her when she comes to your city and then creating a yelp page with the 47 corresponding locations for an easily viewable map + reviews + pics so she can choose. <3

[floorpancakes]

today's spoils and leftover snacks!!!!

[drvscarlett]

Let Him Cook pt5

Charles Leclerc x MasterChef! reader

A/N: I'm really so happy with all the love that you have given to this fic. I enjoy writing about it, let me know if you have any blurbs or scenarios that you wanna see. This series will continue on and on

Let Him Cook Series: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

taglist: @bookstore-of-dreams @barcelonaloverf1life @ririyulife @minseok-smaus @mehrmonga @sltwins @charlesgirl16 @six-call @spideybv28 @casperlikej @weekendlusting @janeholt3 @evie-119 @leilanixx @randomgirlnumber-13 @itsjustkhaos

lec lerc challenge

"As you all know by now, Charles is planning to launch his own ice cream store"you started talking to the camera "And you know what funny story, he didn't even tell me"

Charles, who was by your side, was laughing like a hyena. He actually wanted it to be discovered on the the first day of April so everyone might think its a prank but then he will announce that he is very serious about it. It was an elaborate prank on top of prank. However, the news sites got a hold of it earlier.

"That's another story time. We have to get down to business" Charles reeled the topic back to the video that you two are making.

"Okay so in order to test Charlie's knowledge about ice cream, I have here ice creams that I made myself" you explained.

In front of the two of you were 10 paper cups. They have been covered on top so that Charles won't get a hint about the color.

"So my main task is to identify what's the flavor of the ice cream"Charles confirms "Easy"

"I made some unconventional flavors to throw you off" you informed him.

You can't help but giggle as you remember how you made some weird flavors for the ice cream. But hey, this was supposed to be a challenge to see if Charles' taste buds are working so it doesn't necessarily have to be a delicious ice cream.

"Okay, I am ready to scream for ice cream"

The first five cups were easy peasy. It's common flavors such as chocolate, vanilla, cookies and cream, caramel, and pistachio.

"I'm good at this mon amour"

Charles is pretty confident now. Time to throw the curveballs.

"I'm excited for you to try this"you excitedly give him the cup.

Since Charles is blindfolded as he does this challenge, the first thing he does is smell it. He is usually confident upon spelling but the frown lines forming on his face suggest that he might be confused about the flavor profile.

"This feels strange. I smelled this before but I can't put my name on it"Charles notes.

He takes a scoop from the cup and tasted it. It was evident to his face that he didn't enjoy this ice cream a lot.

"That's so sour, mon amour there are definitely strawberries in that"Charles complained.

"Strawberries and?"

There was a string of italian and french word from Charles as he tries his best to identify it. Finally, he had a lightbulb moment where he remembered the taste of it.

"BALSAMICO" Charles screamed "That is not a flavor I will put in my store, definitely"

Y/NCooks posted a photo.

Y/NCooks turns out Charles is pretty good with his taste buds. Watch me test Charles with his ice cream skills [link]

User1 Atleast we know that Charles is committed to being an ice cream man

User2 Charles_Leclerc you should definitely try the bourbon and corn flakes in the menu

User 3 Highly agree, I would love to try that User4 were all acting like were so close to milan. Babes we live across the world.

LandoNorris do you have some plain ice cream left for me

Y/NCooks i have some but its good to try other flavors every now and then Lan LandoNorris mmm, i'll try that black sesame one. that seems like a good flavor Y/NCooks brilliant. message me when i can see you Charles_Leclerc im amazed how Y/N managed to convince you of different food choices

MasterChefAU is this Charles' entry to master chef blind taste test challenge?

Charles_Leclerc MasterChef Monaco soon??? User4 I'm laughing at the number of sidequest Charles has. SIR you are an f1 driver!!!

Charles the baker

Charles_Leclerc posted a photo.

Charles_Leclerc okay i did all the measurements right. WHY DID THEY EXPAND

User1 I can hear Charles screaming with the caption

User2 Charles is such a mood when I try to bake things

User3 But is it edible tho?

Charles_Leclerc it is but its not as pretty User4 this is an internet highlight wherein Charles is sulking and asking the internet where he went wrong

maxverstappen1 recipe reveal?

Charles_Leclerc no ✨✨ maxverstappen1 don't want it anyways. i just wanted to know what you did so i won't end up like that User5 MAX!!!!! User6 your honor we love the lestappen crumbs

Y/NCooks honey maybe you should consider giving it some space, bread do expand when they get baked.

Charles_Leclerc they do?? Y/NCooks Yes they do. But in all honesty they look so cute, its alright honey Charles_Leclerc love you mon amour!

SebastianVettel maybe we should have a baking session one of these days, I can teach you a lot about baking breads

Charles_Leclerc sounds good, miss you already Seb User7 oh to be Charles Leclerc having the Sebastian Vettel teaching him bread and MasterChef Y/N encouraging him

tiktok pasta challenge

It was a fairly simple tiktok viral recipe and in your mind its something that Charles will be able to follow instructions with. So you set up your camera and told Charles about a cooking challenge that he has to do.

"Today's challenge, Charles will be using his listening skills. Lets see how well he listens to me"you greeted the camera "Are you ready mon amour?"

"More than ever, I look good in an apron"

You stayed behind the camera as Charles stayed in front of the kitchen counter. He was tying up his apron and grabbing your chef hat from one of the drawers.

"First of all, I need you to quarter an onion"you instructed.

Charles was immediately grabbing the onion and you immediately face palmed yourself when Charles started quartering the onion without even peeling it.

"Honey, you are supposed to peel it" you sigh

"Honey, you didn't say anything about peeling it. We have three cameras set up and editors should replay that you said quarter it and not peel it" Charles argued

You raised your hand in defeat, you should have been more clearer.

"Okay, I'm not gonna be vague. I'll make it clear"

The whole cooking went along smoothly until its time for Charles to cook the pasta. He has been heavily stressing to get the texture right this time or else it will further the allegations that he can't cook pasta.

"Calm down Charlie"

"I am very very very calm, I'm just checking" he lifted the lid for the fifth time "They have to be perfect"

"Charles is very honored to be taught by Gordon on a 1 on 1 session"you informed the camera.

The two have exchanged numbers and Charles will often ask his culinary questions to Gordon when you were not available to answer them right away. Gordon seems to enjoy the new friendship with the driver since he often send Charles link for cooking recipe to try.

"I don't wanna be an idiot sandwhich" Charles muttered, stirring the pot of pasta.

Charles got a perfect al dente to his pasta. He pulls out the baked feta and tomatoes out of the oven then mixed it with the pasta. It seems as if the dish looks pretty especially with the garnishes that Charles insisted.

"Plating is also everything"he says to the camera as he grates some lemon zest to the plate "Whatever this taste like, just remember that Y/N was instructing me so if there is anyone to blame then its Y/N"

"Way to throw me under the bus Charles"

Y/NCooks just posted a photo

Y/NCooks The dish vs the chef. I think they are equally yummy [link]

User1 CHARLES CAN COOK!!!!

User2 alternative title charles stressing 10 minutes straight if the pasta is al dente or not

User3 The girlfriend effect on Charles is that he is now able to cook pasta

User4 I really want to try that pasta

Arthur_Leclerc i hope you never get tired of the pasta, its the only thing he will cook from now on

Charles_Leclerc i mean she loves it!!!! Y/NCooks its pretty good arthur, you should try it!! Arthur_Leclerc next family dinner? Charles_Leclerc im on it! User24 oh to be a fly at the Leclerc family dinner

User5 I think everyone ignored the caption, miss maam thirsting over her boyfriend

User6 if i was Y/N i would too Y/NCooks facts only!!! User6 Mother replied to us!!!

scuderiaferrari so charles is approved for a cooking challenge in the channel soon?

Y/NCooks he is born ready User8 kind of missed the c2 cooking challenges

everything i cooked

Charles_Leclerc posted a reel

here is everything that I did to celebrate Y/N's birthday. This isn't a common day, its really special so I have to run at 5 to get the flowers I ordered for her. Then next I cooked up breakfast which is some pancakes, thank you Carlos for the recipe. And then I surprised her with a little bit of breakfast in bed

and then I started making our lunch after clearing the table. Y/N had been craving butter chicken and I purposely did not take her so I could make some at home. Its a fairly easy recipe, I just had to mix some spices, cook the onions then you have the tomato paste and then cream. thanks Gordon I owe you one. She loved it so much.

and then I started early on the dessert for dinner. I didn't do the ladyfingers from scratch, I don't have a lot of time so yes here we are. The tiramisu is in the fridge. And then since Y/N loved the Lady and the Tramp spaghetti meatballs scene. I did my own take on it. Needless to say she loved it. So yes happy birthday once more mon amour, I love you so so much.

User10 I know we have been making fun of Charles but the man can actually cook.

User11 My boyfriend be forgetting my birthday but Charles here is slaving in the kitchen for Y/N's birthday

User12 CHARLES IS THE STANDARD!!! User14 Imagine cooking a whole breakfast, lunch, dinner, with a birthday dessert???!!! GOD I SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR OTHERS

MasterChefAU Im glad to hear you are treating our girl well, happy birthday Y/NCooks

User13 OUR GIRL??!!!! Y/NCooks he is treating me well, thank you for all the greetings

Gordongram That's a beautiful dish and effort Charles!

Charles_Leclerc Thank you !!! Y/NCooks he is screaming btw Gordongram

PierreGasly when will you cook for me

CarlosSainz55 and me?? i think there is some former teammate privileges out here LewisHamilton the current teammate is also wondering SebastianVettel you boys are not Y/N. Y/N is special. Charles_Leclerc what seb said!!!

Y/NCooks one of the sweetest gesture anyone did for me. Thank you honey for making this day extra special. I don't need any five star restaurants when I have you in the kitchen.

Charles_Leclerc I love you. You deserve the world User21 Them your honor. User22 Happy Birthday Y/N, you two are excellent for each other

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welcome

about me:

y’all can call me bee or strawberry. im 20, a chris girl, and i am posting smutty af stuff on here so if that makes you uncomfortable or you don't like it then it's your fault if you keep reading, not mine.

i only write chris stories, nothing against anyone else im just a chris girl take it or leave it. if you want matt content my best friend does only matt stories @mattitties

masterlist below! (series' are bolded)

jealous (smut)

meeting the fam

high, hot and bothered (smut)

sleepy

bookstore

goal, 2, 3

gaming (smut)

just tonight, 2

wet dreams (smut)

king for a day (smut)

someone older, 2 (smut)

told you so

night routine (smut)

baby love

never grow up, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

let’s trip (smut)

texts:

texting your fwb chris, 2,

texting your dealer chris, 2, 3, 4,

texting your classmate chris

texting your bf chris

texting toxic chris

texting your husband chris

texts with dad chris, 2

chris x pregnant!reader

matt setting up you and chris

snapchats:

snapping your bf, 2

snapping your fwb

snapping your dealer

snapping dad!chris

blurbs:

goodnight kiss

married

hickeys

girl dad

sub!chris

chris x pregnant!reader

first date

talking stage

kissing

boy dad

sleepy

grungy love

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HELLFIRE & ICE masterlist

life in hawkins, indiana is bittersweet for an eighteen year old like you. up to this point you've enjoyed your reign as the resident rich bitch ice queen of hawkins high. you glide above the student body with an impenetrable grace— until the IRS comes knocking and your family loses everything that makes you you; the money, the super-trendy clothes, the people you called friends. you're forced to trade your plush suburban life for a double wide in forest hills trailer park— directly across the lot from resident hellfire king and noted freak, eddie munson. you've got plenty of reasons to hate him, but number one with a bullet? his daddy put your daddy in jail.

pairing: eddie munson x f!oc, mentions of unrequited steve harrington x f!oc and unrequited jonathan byers x f!oc, platonic!nancy wheeler x f!oc, platonic!ronnie ecker x f!oc

tags: NSFW / MINORS TURN BACK NOW! f!oc is written in the immersive second person; she does have a name and a background, but no physical description is mentioned in the text. enemies to star-crossed lovers on a slow burn setting, angst, misunderstanding, yearning, swearing, smoking, drinking, era-typical classism/sexism/homophobia/sexual harassment, smut including but not limited to voyeurism, masturbation, public sex, discussion of crime that i pull out of my ass kind of, really mean jokes, eventual fluff (i promise). extremely canon divergent with references to flight of icarus.

ready to light this place up?

❦ - SERIES

❦ - chapter one: THE POISE, LUCK and INTEGRITY OF A KENNEDY

❦ - chapter two: VIOLENT DELIGHTS at HARRINGTON'S HOUSE

❦ - chapter three: EDDIE MUNSON COMMITS TREASON (BREAKS UP a CAT FIGHT)

❦ - chapter four: HOT SKIN and a HALL PASS

❦ - chapter five: CHEERLEADERS MAKE BAD NEIGHBORS

❦ - chapter six: IN MY ORBIT

❦ - chapter seven: WELCOME to the REAL WORLD, JACKASS

❦ - chapter eight: SEWN UP

❦ - chapter nine: EDDIE the OBVIOUS and the LADY SPHINX

❦ - chapter ten: THE NEW FACE OF FAILURE

❦ - chapter eleven:

❦ - chapter twelve:

❦ - chapter thirteen:

❦ - epilogue

❦ - BLURBS N SHIT

in-universe requests are open for business

flashback - LACY'S DAD GETS ARRESTED

flashback - EDDIE MUNSON STAMPS NICOLE SUMMERS' V-CARD (NOT A BOARD WAXER, NOT IN MAUI)

what if - EDDIE FOUND LACY'S JOURNAL

what if - LACY FOUND EDDIE'S WEIRD SERIAL KILLER WRITING SCRAPS

lore - ALL ABOUT THE BOOKSTORE

blurb - EDDIE HEARS LACY HAVING A SEX DREAM AND...

blurb - EDDIE TELLS LACY HOW HIS PARENTS MET

blurb - LACY VISITS HER DAD IN PRISON

blurb - FOUR TIMES YOU WERE STRUCK INCAPABLE OF IMAGINING YOUR LIFE WITHOUT EDDIE MUNSON

blurb - YES, NURSE RATCHED

blurb - THE BANDANA

blurb - EDDIE FS CASS FINNIGAN IN THE A

blurb - THE LACY AND JONATHAN OF IT ALL

❦ - FUN STUFF

soundtrack - VOLUME ONE

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NEW QUESTION—I've been asking questions lately. This one is about books, trying to cram as many options as I can into the poll: