#don’t drive into traffic 😩

[loganslowdown4]

WHO LET HIM DRIVE?!?

[puckinghischier]

Surprise…?

Luke Hughes x fem!reader

summary: anon request for luke getting hurt during a game

notes: y’all i think i struggle writing luke for some reason. i just never seem to really like what i write when i write for him. wtf am i doing wrong 😩

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There weren’t many times you regretted moving to Jersey, but right now was one of them. The constant traffic within the city wasn’t something that usually got under your skin, but today it was the absolute bane of your existence. Of course, you were in a hurry. A big one. You had approximately thirty minutes until puck drop, and you needed to get there before that puck hit that ice. No exceptions. You hadn’t told Luke what you were doing, so he probably already expected you to be there, wondering why you’re not in your usual seat for warm-ups.

As if he could hear your thoughts, your phone buzzed with a message from Luke, not being able to read what it said while trying to weave in and out of traffic.

“Quinn, can you see what Luke just sent. And then tell him I’m on my way. I don’t want him worrying that I’m not showing tonight,” you ask the Hughes brother currently in your passenger seat.

Quinn grabbed your phone from the cupholder, listening to you rattle off your passcode so he can open Luke’s message.

“He asked where you were, and if you were already there. Wanted to know why you weren’t in your seat for warm ups,” Quinn confirms your thoughts, looking to you for an answer.

“Tell him I’m just running late. Be there before puck drop. And tell him I love him and good luck.”

You hear the sound of Quinn typing your reply as you increase your speed, cursing the people who want to drive below the speed limit in the fast lane. This is what you get for trying to be a good girlfriend and surprise your boyfriend and his brother. You get stuck on the road with New Jersey’s worst drivers.

In your defense, you were supposed to already be safely at the arena in your seats, but Quinn’s airline had different plans. His flight being delayed by three hours gave you barely enough time to run and grab him from the airport and make it back to the Rock before the hockey game started. The only thing saving your ass right now is the fact that if you can just get there, you can go through the player entrance and avoid the crowds trying to get in at the last minute.

“If you don’t calm down and drive like a sane person, we’re never going to get there. We’ll be squashed on the side of the road,” Quinn scolds you, grasping what your dad always called the ‘oh shit’ handles.

“If I can just get around these idiots in front of me we’ll be fine. We’re almost at our exit, then I just have to pull around back and we’re in,” you tell him, once again pressing the gas pedal a little harder.

Quinn stays silent the rest of the drive, closing his eyes once you start speeding around the other cars on the freeway, finally getting to the right exit and rushing to the underground parking that the players always park in. You pull your car into the spot next to Jack’s car, barely even turning the car off before you’re jumping out and sprinting to the entrance.

“C’mon, Quinn! I know you can move faster than that! We only have a few minutes! Move it!” You yell over your shoulder, Quinn barely having gotten out of the car.

“Remind me to never let you drive ever again,” is all he says as he catches up to you, looking a little greener than before.

The two of you make it inside the arena with no issues, sprinting to your seats just as the national anthem finishes, both teams sending their starting lines out on the ice.

You had managed to snag Quinn a seat next to you, asking the team’s manager for a favor to help surprise their rookie defenseman. With no hesitation, he handed you a ticket and a locker room pass for Quinn, knowing how homesick Luke had been lately. You had thanked him a million times, asking him to keep it a secret from both Jack and Luke, not wanting either one of them to know until the day of. He gave you his word, and was also the reason you were given access to the player parking for the night, not wanting Quinn to be ambushed by fans going through the regular entrance.

You felt your heart rate start to slow once you were both situated in your seats, glad that you had made it in time. Neither Jack nor Luke had looked over and noticed you yet, wondering if they were going to clock Quinn before they took their stances on the ice.

Your question was soon answered as Jack looked back and saw you, waving and turning to get Luke’s attention before he did a double take, noticing the brunette sitting to you left. Quinn gave a small wave, flashing his younger brother a smile as you watched Jack’s eyes widen, mouth curving into beaming smile. Luke had turned back, looking in your direction, a relieved smile on his face once he noticed you were finally in your spot, eyes too focused on your figure to notice Quinn’s next to you. It wasn’t until he looked over at Jack and followed his gaze that he finally noticed his oldest brother in the crowd, a Devil’s hat on his head.

Luke’s eyes flicked over to you once again, mouthing ‘what the fuck?’ to you, your only response a shrug of the shoulders and a smirk on your face.

The two brothers quickly focused their attention to the officials on the ice, lowered into their stances, waiting for the puck to drop onto the ice.

“You know they’re going to compete now, right?” Quinn says as he elbows you to get your attention.

“Why would they compete? They’re literally playing for the same team. It doesn’t matter who scores as long as the team wins,” you respond, confused at Quinn’s words.

“It matters now. They do the same thing when mom or dad come to watch them. They want the praise. They want to be able to out perform the other so they can brag about it to me after the game,” Quinn clarifies.

“I don’t know about that. Jack’s been good about trying to set Luke up for success all year, I think they’ll surprise you.”

Quinn gives you a skeptical look, not believing your words, but lets it go otherwise; his attention quickly stolen by the sound of the puck hitting the ice, followed by clashing sticks and skates scraping against the frozen floor.

Much to your surprise, Quinn proved to be right. All throughout the first period, the two brothers fought to get the puck, sometimes even fighting against one another. You noticed the odd looks from their teammates, Nico even skating over to Jack during a tv timeout to ask him what was up, not having seen the pair act like this before. You kept throwing glares at Luke, trying to tell him to knock it off, that they’re playing for the same team, but he wouldn’t look at you for more than a few seconds at a time.

As the second period started, the competition between Jack and Luke had nearly ceased to exist. You assumed they got their asses chewed in the locker room during the intermission, noting how their coach seemed to watch them like a hawk. Once the brothers started actually playing together instead of against one another, the Devil’s were scoring goals left and right, putting up four goals before the end of the second period, one Luke’s and two being Jack’s.

With only three minutes left in the second period, Luke was attempting to get possession of the puck from behind the net, fighting two of the opposing players for the black piece of rubber. He lost control of the puck, and in a moment of frustration, pushed one of the enemy players in the back, wanting out of the sandwich they had put him in. The player he pushed fell forward onto the ice, drawing a penalty on Luke. The official had blown the whistle, stopping gameplay, when Luke looked over at him, frustrated at the call.

What Luke didn’t see was the player who had gotten the puck come skating up behind him at full speed, pushing Luke so hard his skates came out from under him, causing him to land on the ice on his back. He was angled just enough, though, that his body slid at high speed straight into the bottom of the wall a few feet away, head bouncing off the boards along the ice.

You were on your feet immediately, hands flying to the glass in front of you, begging for him to get up. Quinn jumped to his feet next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, whether to comfort you or himself, you don’t know. Jack leaves his spot on the bench to skate over to his brother, falling to his knees on the ice, hovering above Luke.

Luke hadn’t moved yet. Not a foot twitch, a roll over in pain, or a thumbs up to let anyone know he’s okay. He’s laying lifeless on the ice, trainers calling his name, careful not to touch his head or neck. Your hand flies to cover your mouth, a sob making its way out of you when you noticed the stretcher being put on stand-by near the tunnel. Everything feels like it’s in slow motion, time stopped as Luke continues to lay, unmoving. Quinn tries to move you back from the glass, averting your attention from the scene in front of you, but your eyes are glued to Luke’s body.

You thought you imagined the twitch of his foot, thinking it was where the medics were tapping his leg, trying to coax him awake. When you finally see his body try to roll over, you let out the breath that you didn’t even know you were holding. Your relief was short-lived, however, when you hear the scream that makes its way out of Luke’s throat. You’re not sure which one hurt worse, him lying there not moving or the scream of agony that’s currently echoing through the arena.

Your knees start to give out, eyes blurring from the tears falling down your face. Quinn catches you as you slide down the glass, holding your sobbing figure in a crouched position.

“Quinn, gotta go. Gotta go, locker rooms,” you manage to say between sobs, trying to stand and make your way out of the stands.

“Okay, yeah, let’s go. Let’s get you out of here.”

The fans watch as Quinn guides you out of your seats and up the stairs. Most of them familiar with you, you and Luke not being super private with your relationship. A lot of them are still shouting obscenities at the player who went after Luke, demanding he be suspended. Some of them give you sad smiles as you pass, hoping your rookie is okay.

You finally reach the entrance to the training room, knowing this is where they’ll have taken him before they decide if he needs a hospital or not. You can hear them in there talking to him, unsure if you should enter yet or wait on someone to come out and get you. You stand at the doors, staring into space, when Quinn decides to speak up.

“He’s gonna be fine, Y/N. Probably a gnarly bruise, and likely a concussion, but it could’ve been worse. I know its scary, but I promise, he’s going to be okay. Might not even miss more than a game or two.”

All you can do is nod at the words, unable to do much else at the moment. You try to give a small smile, but you think it comes across as more of a grimace. You turn your head when you hear the door to the training room opens, revealing one of the team trainers.

“Oh, good, you’re already down here. He’s asking for you. Wants you to know he’s awake and okay. Nothing’s broken, just banged up and a mild concussion. Probably going to have him follow up with a doctor tomorrow, but for now he just needs rest. You can go ahead and go in. He won’t be playing the rest of the night,” the man in front of you finishes, stepping aside so you can walk through the open door.

You turn back to look at Quinn, seeing if he’s going to come with you.

“I’ll just give you two a minute first. Go ahead, I’ll be right behind you,” he tells you, wanting a minute to process his own emotions before seeing his baby brother.

You nod and turn to walk into the training room, following the trainer down a short hallway before turning the corner into a room with three different treatment tables, Luke’s long body taking up the farthest one. His head is laying back on a pillow, a large ice pack taped to his right shoulder. His gear is laying in a pile on the floor next to him, completely bare from the waist up. As you get closer, you can see the already purple skin forming in the exposed parts of his shoulder and upper arm. You gasp quietly at the bruised skin, causing Luke’s head to snap up at the sound.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he rasps out, voice raw from his screams earlier.

You stop on the side of the bed opposite to his injury, unable to say anything yet. Tears still streaming down your face, looking him over for any other signs of injury.

“Hey, no need to cry, angel. I’m okay, see. Just a little bruise. Nothing to be worried about. You should see the other guy,” he tries to joke, being told he left a dent in the wall where he hit.

You glare at him through your tears, unhappy with his weak attempt at joke.

“Okay, yeah, maybe not the time to joke just yet,” he brings the hand on his good arm up to rub the back of his neck, looking away from your tear-stained face.

“You were unconscious, Luke…you weren’t moving,” is all you managed, staring at his injured shoulder.

“I know, baby, I know. But I’m awake now, see?” he gestures towards his body with his good arm. “I’m just fine. Yapping ability unaffected,” he once again tries to bring a smile to your face, this time it almost works.

“God, Luke, if you could’ve heard the scream you let out,” you shudder at the memory. “It was the worst sound I’ve ever heard in my life. I thought my heart was going to rip in two right there on the spot. I don’t ever want to hear the sound again,” you finally look at his face, noting the small cut on his forehead, you assume from his helmet.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry you had to witness all of it. I can’t imagine how it must’ve looked,” his tone apologetic. “If the roles were reversed, I don’t think I would have been able to keep myself from trying to climb over the glass to get to you. But I promise, sweetheart, I’m fine. Told me as long as my head’s fine I should only have to miss two or three games to let the bruise run its course,” he grabs your hand, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“It was just so scary, Luke,” you sniffle, closing your eyes for a brief moment. You finally start to calm down now that his hand is in yours.

“I know. But now you get to play doctor and take care of me for a few days. Kiss all my boo boo’s better,” Luke wiggles his eyebrows at you, finally earning that laugh he’s been trying to get out of you since you walked in.

“That was probably one of the ickiest things you’ve ever said to me,” you laugh with Luke, fake gagging for dramatic effect.

Luke opens his mouth to say something else, but the the doors to the training room open, cutting him off. The familiar sound of skates against the floor making their way towards the two of you. Jack turns the corner, a frantic look in his eyes until he lands on Luke, awake and sitting up.

“I’m going to kill you for scaring me like that,” Jack points a finger, glaring at his younger brother. “I mean, why the fuck did you hit him, Luke! What were you thinking? You know how these guys are, they’re begging for any excuse to fight! They don’t care if you’re a 20 something rookie, they’re gonna hit back, dumbass!” Jack yells at Luke, throwing his arms around in frustration.

Luke winces at the volume of Jack’s voice, his ears sensitive to loud noises right now. Before you can get the words out to tell Jack to be quieter, Quinn enters the room and does it for you.

“Jack, be quiet for fuck’s sake. He has a concussion; you yelling at him is only going to make it worse. Yell at him later.”

“Well, it was stupid, Q. What he did was stupid,” Jack says in a normal tone of voice, still angry.  

“Don’t act like you’ve never done anything stupid on the ice before. Just because you never get caught when you hit people doesn’t mean you don’t do it,” Quinn walks over to stand beside Jack at the end of the table.

“You good, Moose? Looked pretty nasty out there from where I was sitting. Scared us, man,” Quinn asks Luke, tapping him on the foot. You note the redness of Quinn’s eyes, knowing how much he cares for both of his brothers. The whole situation shook him up, too, you were just too worried about Luke to notice at the time.

“Yeah, m’alright. Head hurts. Shoulder feels like it’s been run over by the ‘boni, but other than that I got off pretty clean. Nothing’s broken. Have to miss two games at least, more if my head ain’t right,” Luke answers Quinn, moving his hand so he can thread his fingers through yours.

“Your head’s never been right, Moose,” Jack says, causing Luke to roll his eyes.

Quinn leans over to bump his shoulder into Jack’s, shaking his head, unimpressed with his joke.

“Wait,” Luke starts, causing everyone to look up at him. “Are we just not going to address the fact that Quinn randomly showed up to the game tonight?”

“Yeah, how did you get here. Shouldn’t you be in Vancouver right now?” Jack adds, looking over at his older brother suspiciously.

Quinn looks over to you, causing the other two Hughes to shift their gaze your way.

“Surprise?” you say as a question, not knowing what to do with all the eyes in the room on you.

“You did this?” You look over at Luke, nearly eye level with him, even though he’s laying on the table beside you.

“Well, I know you’ve been struggling with adjusting to life here lately, and you were feeling pretty homesick, so I figured it would be nice for you to have both of your brothers in Jersey for a night or two,” you shrug your shoulders, not seeing the big deal with your actions.

“Tried to get your parents here, too, but they couldn’t leave work right now. They sent their love and apologies, though. Promised me they’d be at a game as soon as they could,” you added, wishing you could’ve had all the Hughes here tonight.

“I….I don’t know what to say,” Luke looks at you, so much affection in his eyes it makes you squirm.

“Well, a thank you would be a nice start,” you joke.

“Thank you. I love you. So much. If I could lean over to kiss you right now I would,” Luke brings your hand up to his mouth, placing a kiss on the back of your hand clasped in his.

“Please, for the love of god, don’t make me witness anything else painful tonight,” Jack interrupts the moment, earning a slap to the back of the head from Quinn.

“Don’t you have a game to go finish, jackass?”

“Oh, shit, yeah,” Jack jumps, forgetting about the last period that’s about to start. “See you at home, Moose, Q. You, too, Y/N. Assume you’re staying over to help take care of the patient, yeah?” He nods his head towards the injured one in the room.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Be safe, Jack. Good luck,” you wave as he turns to leave.

“I’ll go pull the car around, be back in a few to help you get this ole’ goon out of here,” Quinn announces before leaving you and Luke alone once more.

“So, you’re really going to stay over? Play nurse for me?” Luke asks, looking at you with puppy dog eyes, batting his eyelashes.

“Of course I’m staying over. I can’t trust Jack to make sure you’re not up and around doing something stupid when you’re supposed to be resting.”

“So, if you’re going to play nurse, does this mean we can stop on the way home and get you one of those sexy nurse outfits?” Luke asks, eyes hopeful.

“Maybe they should’ve just left you out there unconscious on the ice, you were less annoying that way,” you fire back, smiling at the laugh Luke let out, thanking your lucky stars your boy is okay.

[hotchaways]

pov: your instagram but you’re dating aaron hotchner (part 3)

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its(Y/L/N): smile and fist bump if you’re in a secret relationship with each other! 👨🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 #hossi

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e.prentiss: is this a way of saying that our ship is sailing?

↳ its(Y/L/N): yes it is, my lovely emily 👩🏻‍❤️‍👩🏻

↳ spencer.reid: hotch’s eyebrows just went deeper than the marianna’s trench.

↳ daverossi: i should have walked away if i knew you’d post about this.

↳ aaron_hotchner: i cannot understand why you always try to give me away to dave out of all people.

↳ spencer.reid: maybe because he’s closer to your age range

↳ daverossi: i will push the two of you out of the jet the next time we’re on it

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its(Y/L/N): suddenly this man, who ate way too much of the free taste at the festival, is not my boyfriend 😅

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e.prentiss: the woman looks….concerned

↳ derekmorgan: starved grumpy man must’ve scared her into giving him more food

↳ its(Y/L/N): yeah, you should’ve seen him scare the woman 😳

↳ aaron_hotchner: i…..did not eat that much. it was just a few bites.

↳ e.prentiss: psh hotch, you don’t have to lie to us. we won’t judge you

↳ jenniferjareau: we will admire your candor :)

↳ itspennyg: such bravery to be followed!! 🫡

↳ aaron_hotchner: i had a few plates….maybe 2 or 3.

↳ its(Y/L/N): you fucking liar, you had 5 plates

↳ spencer.reid: do you not feed your boyfriend?

↳ jenniferjareau: watch it spence, she just texted the group chat that she bought a baguette

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its(Y/L/N): all smiles in the hotchner household :) just look at aaron’s dimple 🥺

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itspennyg: SO. MUCH. CUTENESS. 🥺💓 i love the two of you please get married :(

↳ e.prentiss: they’re so mushy in love with each other. for the love of god, you both are simps

↳ its(Y/L/N): how could i not 😩 he’s my dream man

↳ jenniferjareau: that you hit with a baguette?

↳ aaron_hotchner: she tells me she loves me afterwards.

↳ spencer.reid: why won’t you throw a loaf of bread back at her though?

↳ derekmorgan: jesus spencer, you’re really asking for her to smack you with one.

↳ aaron_hotchner: good luck on that, reid. my girl’s pretty good with the baguette 🙂

↳ daverossi: holy pasta man is not happy with the usage of bread in attacking each other.

↳ its(Y/L/N): keep an eye open when you sleep, you’re next

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its(Y/L/N): rainy weekends and stuck in traffic with this grumpy man 💓 wouldn’t have it any other way

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jenniferjareau: have a safe drive, you two!! and stay safe ;)

↳ itspennyg: JJ, WE GOTTA KEEP IT PG HERE. but also, sir hotch and lady (Y/N), have a great time up in california!!! 🥰

↳ its(YL/N): jennifer jareau, i will smack you when i get back. and penelope, i love you!! see you in a few days 💗

e.prentiss: is nobody going to notice how much sweeter (Y/N) has been to hotch lately?

↳ derekmorgan: …it’s been too peaceful lately, hasn’t it?

↳ spencer.reid: i miss their banter. and breads.

↳ aaron_hotchner: now im suspicious too. she might be breaking up with me.

↳ its(Y/L/N): HEY :( i would never :( and is it bad to show my boyfriend the love he deserves? 😤

↳ e.prentiss: so we’re the ones getting the baguettes now?

↳ daverossi: she’s definitely ordering one right now to hit all of you when she comes back.

↳ aaron_hotchner: yeah, she just placed the order. good luck, team

↳ derekmorgan: we are all fucked.

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its(Y/L/N): throwback to the first photo of you in my phone– we weren’t together yet, but i had a crush on you when the team ate out. i found it funny to see you struggle with chopsticks, and you still do. thank you for loving me, i just love loving you. happy 2nd anniversary, aaron 💖

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aaron_hotchner: glad to have found you in this lifetime, sweetheart. here’s to eternity with you, happy anniversary, (Y/N) ❤️

itspennyg: currently not crying. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY LOVEBIRDS, PLEASE STAY IN LOVE 😭💗

↳ e.prentiss: happy anniversary you sappy little shits. will always defend the two of you when needed

↳ derekmorgan: hearing the wedding bells soon. happy anniversary you two! ❤️

↳ spencer.reid: this is wholesome. i think. anyways. happy anniversary to two of my good friends :)

↳ jenniferjareau: happy anniversary, hotch and (Y/N)! glad you two found home in each other 🥰

↳ daverossi: felice anniversario, aaron and (Y/N). for the love of the Lord, get married

↳ aaron_hotchner: thank you all for your wonderful wishes. i have to attend to my emotional girlfriend who is sobbing from your love

↳ its(Y/L/N): YOU BITCH I AM NOT SOBBING 😡

↳ spencer.reid: he just sent a picture of you with snot falling down in the group chat.

↳ jenniferjareau: spencer, we don’t want to be a homewrecker

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its(Y/L/N): some guy was bothering me at the coffee shop today? does anyone know him?

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e.prentiss: huh, no clue. have you reported it to the police?

↳ derekmorgan: pretty creepy he was smiling at the photo too. must think our friend here is pretty

↳ jenniferjareau: i heard grumpy men are out there for girls named (Y/N) 🤔

↳ spencer.reid: be careful, (Y/N). show them your baguette skills

↳ aaron_hotchner: you guys are unbelievably ridiculous. 🙂

↳ its(Y/L/N): hehehehe i love you aaron, come back

↳ jenniferjareau: i just love how (Y/N) is literally a child that hotch puts up with.

↳ aaron_hotchner: the things you do for love. 👍🏻

daverossi: ah, young love. so endearingly cute.

↳ spencer.reid: do you miss it from your age?

↳ daverossi: you’re an assclown, reid.

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its(Y/L/N): so i think it’s time to change my username now? 💍

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jessbrooks: FINALLY. congrats you two!!!! 😍

itspennyg: IM HAVING A MELTDOWN ITS HAPPENING THE WEDDING BELLS ARE RINGING CONGRATS SIR HOTCH AND LADY (Y/N) 😭💗

↳ derekmorgan: gotta calm baby girl down now. congrats boss man and tiny (Y/N)! so happy for you both.

e.prentiss: oh thank fuck, hotch had the ring in his pocket for ages. glad to know you got the balls. congratulations! 😉

jenniferjareau: so so happy for the two of you!!! congratulations 💗

spencer.reid: a baguette themed wedding. congratulations, hotch and (Y/N)! 😊

daverossi: will let you two use my house for the wedding. happy for you both, congratulations!

its(Y/L/N): thank you my lovely friends and family 🥺 to be fair, aaron was so nervous earlier, he started being emotional during his little speech

↳ aaron_hotchner: sweetheart, i thought that was gonna be between us……this is embarrassing

↳ e.prentiss: im betting he’s gonna cry when he tells (Y/N) his vows.

↳ jenniferjareau: of course he is, its (Y/N)

↳ spencer.reid: you know she’ll attack you with a baguette right?

A/N: here’s my lovely little celebration treat for you all 💓 i hope to intensify your yearning for our favorite dilf :) because i am too. very bad. AND HEHEHE i made them get engaged now!!!! because i want some happy hormones released in my brain

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Good Morning honey I hope you have a good day <3 just a lil request that Michael Myers has been your boyfriend for over 3 years now and the anniversary was coming up so you wanted to do a home dinner for him but he had other plans ;) I'm in love with you blog✨😩just so museum worthy👌✨much love💕

thank you so much for the kind words. i'm doing things I never thought I'd do in this one, just for you 💗

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1.1k | Michael Myers x Fem!Reader | nsfw

It's a special month: Michael’s birthday, Halloween, and your anniversary. You’ve made plans to have a quiet dinner at home to celebrate your anniversary. Michael left on foot hours ago, and he isn't home when you expect him. So when you hear a car pull up and park, you begin to panic. You stand frozen in the kitchen where you’re putting the finishing touches on the meal.

You expect to hear a knock at the door followed by “Sheriff’s Office” any second, but instead, the door unlocks, and Michael comes in, holding a picnic basket. It must have been someone else parking in your spot. You don’t really mind since you don’t have a car.

You’ve never been more relieved to see Michael. You throw your arms around him. When you finally pry yourself apart, he gets out some tupperware. You start packing the dinner for a picnic, and meanwhile, he disappears to your bedroom.

When you go to the bedroom to fix your hair, you see he’s laid out an outfit for you. It’s the skeleton dress you were wearing when he first met you and the ruined spiderweb leggings you could have sworn you threw in the garbage. They’re crotchless, now.

You aren’t sure where you and Michael can walk for a picnic, but you follow his lead. Even if it’s just the patch of grass by the retention pond in your apartment complex, its super thoughtful that he planned anything at all.

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When you and Michael walk outside, there’s a crappy old red convertible at the bottom of your stairs. Michael goes to the passenger door and opens it for you, making your heart swarm with butterflies. You don’t know where he got it, and you don’t want to know. Maybe no one is missing it, but more likely, no one is alive to report it stolen. If you saw it out of context, you’d assume it wasn’t driveable. It doesn’t look like it’s in good shape.

You’ve never seen Michael drive before. When he puts his enormous hand on the shifter to reverse out of your parking spot, you feel a pang of desire between your legs. He drives perfectly, a little aggressively at times, but he obeys traffic laws. You wonder what else he secretly knows how to do. He holds the steering wheel lightly, almost caressing it. Watching him drive is turning you on so bad. You can’t take your eyes off him.

In some ways, it’s not ideal having so many occasions within a few days of each other, but in this case, Halloween festivities allow you the rare opportunity to get out and about together without drawing too much attention with Michael’s mask. Normally, on foot, his height would still draw some unwanted attention, so this is even better, although he does make the car look quite small.

Once he reaches the outskirts of Haddonfield, he takes a dark, winding road up a hill to a gravel parking lot. Through some sparse trees, it has a partially obscured view of a drive-in movie screen down the hill. There’s a picnic table, too. Michael unpacks dinner and the sun sets as you eat. He still wont eat in front of anyone, so he sits facing away from you while he eats a few bites. He pulls his mask back down, but stays facing away from you while you finish eating. He sits peacefully, watching the headlights of cars that are lining up below for the drive-in movie.

-

When you're finished, you go around to his side of the picnic table and sit in his lap.

“Thank you, Michael,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I love you so much." He may not say it in the same way, but you know he loves you, too.

His large hands engulf you and caress your back. Then, as if by impulse, his massive fingers grasp the front of his mask and he takes it off. You gasp. You've caught a glimpse here and there over the past three years, but he's letting you look at him dead-on. And he’s so beautiful in the moonlight. You brush his hair out of his face and caress the scar that crosses his eye. Before you can fully appreciate all his features, his lips smash into yours, making your core explode with butterflies.

He kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before. Your heart feels like it could burst, and so could your throbbing core. You bring your leg onto the other side of him to straddle him, and have the privilege of feeling him harden more, and more, and more between your legs. He softly moans as you grind into him, rapidly dampening his jumpsuit in your crotchless leggings.

He tugs at his zipper and you pull it down, breathing heavily into the side of his mouth between kisses. You know he’ll put his mask back on, and you want to savor every moment with his beautiful face devouring yours. His hard cock springs out when the zipper is low enough, and you softly moan as it falls between your legs. You lift yourself up enough for Michael to guide himself into you.

You’re so wet and ready when you feel his leaking tip at your entrance. You suck his mouth, and his tongue breaches your lips as you sink onto him. You groan into each other’s mouths as his girth stretches you. Once his cock is buried to the hilt, his huge hands rock you in his lap, creating a subtle motion that does wonders for your clit. He buries his mouth in your neck, then bites and sucks your delicate skin as you ride him.

It isn’t long before you come. For all the times you’ve fucked, you never thought you’d be moaning into his bare cheek as you reach your climax, but here you are, being passionately kissed by Michael Audrey Myers as he makes love to you on a picnic date. As love and passion explode from your core, Michael begins to pulse inside you and you stroke his neck as you both come together. He moans as he comes, and looks into your eyes, then kisses you again as you both finish.

You sit there in his lap, with him still inside you, and you rest your head in the crook of his neck. He strokes your hair. Eventually, the movie starts, and he cranes his head around you like he wants to see. You stand up, letting his cock slide out, and his seed trickles down your leggings. He zips up his jumpsuit and puts his mask back on. Your heart sinks a little.

-

He opens the passenger door for you again and you settle in to watch the movie. When he gets in the driver’s seat, he leans over you and opens the glove box. He gets out a piece of paper. He hands it to you and you unfold it. It’s a bill of sale with your name on it. Payment: Cash, mailed. Delivery method: contactless pick-up.

He bought you this car. You don’t want to know where he got the cash. It’s yours. He knows it'll make your life so much easier, and he did this for you. You reach over and he lets you lift his mask to kiss him thank you.

---

I never thought I'd unmask Michael, but it's a special occasion and you deserve it 🖤 Have a beautiful week!!

Michael tag list: @ethanhoewke @wolvesandvampires @rebel-blue lmk if I got any wrong or you want on.

[linahopeeeee]

Hiii I have a fic idea.

Yoongi. After seeing the airport pics/videos he's all that's been on my mind so here it is.

He just came to states for the white house visit you've met him a few years ago when you traveled to see them live in concert. After a night out to dinner y'all see each other again across the room of said restaurant you wait til he's by himself to approach him holding a little conversation before you offer your number he calls that same night y'all end up meeting in the middle of the night one thing lead to another y'all have sex, rough sex because Yoongi isn't known for he's soft side 😩 .. Here's the kicker the morning for the white house visit you bump into each again only this time you've the presidents assistant 😩

Masterlist

Notes: bruh this was supposed to be posted so long ago but then life got in the way. But anyway here it is finally! Hopefully you like it. Also I have no clue why the first paragraph is so big and it won’t let me change it so yeah

“Finally” you sigh out, you had just finished a rough shift and were ready to fall face first into bed. Your packing up the last of your things when you hear your stomach grumble.

Checking the time you see that it’s way past the time you usually eat dinner, since the day has been so hectic in preparation for the visitors that’s coming tomorrow, you didn’t have time to grab anything to eat.

You decided to stop at a restaurant a few miles from your apartment. Going inside you quickly place your order to go and sit in one of the seats near the entrance.

“Is that-?” You ask yourself as you spot a familiar face seated at a table a little closer to the back and your instantly reminded of when you met a few years ago.

He’s sitting with another guy so you decide not to approach him, thinking he probably doesn’t remember you anyway.

A few minutes go by and the man that he was sitting with gets up and walks away, you looking around the restaurant and say fuck it, as you begin walking towards his table.

“Hey you probably don’t remember me-“ you start and he looks up, quickly shaking his head, smiling at you.

“No! I do remember you, we met a few years at one of our concerts right?” He says and you nod, smiling at the fact that he remembers you.

“Yep that’s me. I saw you sitting here and I decided to come say hi” you say. You talk for a little while before the hostess comes over with your order.

“Well I guess I’ll be heading out” you say, not really wanting to leave.

“I’m going to be in town for a couple of days, why don’t you give me your number and maybe we could hangout before I go” he says unlocking his phone and handing it to you. You quickly put your number in before giving it back to him.

“I’ll call you” he tells you before you leave.

The drive to your apartment is shorter than usual since it’s later in the day, all the traffic has already cleared.

You unpack your food on the table in your living room and open up Netflix to continue watching the movie you started while you eat.

An hour and a half later and you’ve just gotten out of the shower, a towel wrapped around your body as you begin applying your favorite lotion. There’s music playing from your phone.

Beep beep

Your phone buzzes from beside you, it’s a text message from a unknown number

Hey it’s Yoongi

I was wondering if you wanted to hang? You could come to my hotel room and we could watch a movie or something

You sit there for a couple of minutes, trying to figure out what the best response would be, deciding to play it cool and not seem too desperate

Hey

Yeah that sounds cool, I’ll head out in like 20 minutes

Whats the address?

He sends the address soon after, as you rush to find something to wear, throwing on a pair of black shorts and a tank top.

You quickly put on a little eyeliner and mascara to help you out, and fix your hair in the mirror. You grab your lip gloss out of your purse as you wait for the elevator.

When your outside of the hotel you send him a text to get the room number

“613, 613” you say as you walk down the hallway, looking for room number 613. When you find it, you softly knock on the door.

“Hey” he says when he pulls the door open, he’s dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a plain black t shirt. He steps to the side to let you in.

“So I figured we could watch a movie, talk and get to know each other” he says as the two of you sit down on the bed.

“Yeah that’s fine” you tell him. He walks over to the desk and picks up the remote before walking back over to where your sitting on the bed.

“This movie makes no sense “ he says an hour later. He found a random movie that he had heard about and thought it was going to be funny by so far you haven’t laughed yet.

“Yeah it is a bit stupid. I’m still confused what happened to the main character” you tell him and he hums in agreement.

You both decide to ditch the movie and instead just talk. The two of you talk for a while before the both of you are slowly leaning into each other.

His lips meet your and your quick to kiss him back. You let out a quiet moan when his tongue licks at your bottom lip, you gently part your lips to allow him to explore your mouth.

His hands grip your hips as he pulls you onto his lap, straddling him. He breaks the kiss to begin leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, as you begin grinding yourself down onto him.

He pulls away and looks into your eyes. “You sure about this?” He asks, eyes darkened with lust. You just nod, placing your lips back on his as your hands find his hair, tugging gently.

Yoongi waste no time, quickly taking off your shirt and throwing it somewhere in the room, your bra following soon after.

“Fuck” he groans out as your boobs are exposed for him. Your nipples hard and puffy.

He grabs both of your boobs in his hands, squeezing a little. He takes your right nipple into his mouth and sucks on it, his hand still playing with the left on.

He uses his teeth to gently bite down on the hard bud, the pleasure causes you to push your chest further into his face as you moan loudly. Your still grinding down on his growing erection.

“Lay down” you tell him as you get off of his lap, he quickly takes off his pants and lays down on his back. You take his dick in your hands, pumping him a few times before leaning down and pressing a few kitten licks to the head.

Yoongi bites down on his lip as he watches you with hooded eyes. You take the tip of his dick into your mouth gently sucking on the head.

“Shit” he moans out as your warm mouth engulfs his length.

“I want you to fuck my face” you tell him and he almost chokes on his spit, nodding rapidly.

You take him back into your mouth as he grabs the back of your head, slowly thrusting up into you. He takes it slow at first, before picking up speed.

You feel him hitting the back of your throat with each thrust of his hips, swallowing around him. His assault on the back of your throat continues for a while before you feel him twitch a few time inside of your mouth.

He pulls your head away from his cock and you look up at him confused, using the back of your hand to wipe your mouth.

“I didn’t want to cum yet, I want to feel you cum around me first” he says grabbing his pants from the floor and getting a condom out, rolling it down on his length.

He pushes you down on your back and places himself in between your legs, lining himself up with your entrance.

He slowly pushes himself in, allowing you time to adjust to him. You let out a loud moan as your tight walls stretch around him.

Once he fully bottoms out he stays still for a few moments waiting for you to tell him he can start moving. You nod up at him and he starts moving.

He pulls almost all of the way out before slamming back in, the force pushing you forward. His pace starts off fast and hard leaving you a moaning mess beneath him.

He takes your chin in between his fingers, roughly placing his lips on yours. The kiss is hot and wet and messy, just the way you like it.

He brings one of his hands down and collects some of your wetness before rubbing circles on your clit. You feel yourself getting close, that familiar tightening in your stomach. Yoongi’s close too, the way you’ve been squeezing him so tightly

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum” you tell him and that only makes him fuck you harder, each thrust hitting right on your g spot.

A loud whimper leaves you as you cum around him, a few more thrust and he’s emptying inside of you.

He lays down next to you on the bed, giving both of you time to catch your breath.

“Spend the night?” He asks a few minutes later, hands softly stroking your hair, you nod.

“Wanna go take a shower with me?” He asks, sitting up on the bed, holding his hand out for you to take.

The next day you wake up earlier than you wanted to head home and get dressed for work. Driving faster than normal so that your not late.

It’s after the guys have all said their speeches that you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. Quickly unlocking it you look at the new message from Yoongi.

Why didn’t you tell me you worked at the White House??

Also you look so sexy in that skirt, we should get together again tonight

The second message heats up your entire face, quickly sending back a reply, telling him that you completely forgot that they were going to be visiting the White House and that your just an assistant. You also tell him that you would love to get together tonight with a wink emoji at the end

[icouldntfindquiet]

Hi! I hope you had a good trip. I've always wanted to do a roadtrip but I haven't yet. How did you find it? Would you recommend? Any tips? 🩷

Hi, it was great. Thank you! I can’t take credit for driving as it was my cousin’s husband who drove and he’s a fantastic driver. 😁 I don’t have the details of your road trip so what I wrote is generalized and covers a lot that might not apply to you. Don’t let the essay I wrote scare you off!

If you’re driving, you’ll have to be quite comfortable and skilled, especially with a car you’re not used to if you’re renting. In Europe, roads are more compact than the US. They’ve got roundabouts (which we’re not used to) and you have to be comfortable with parallel parking, tight parking spots, narrow streets (road is too small for a two-way but is a two-way anyway), etc.

Having some sort of navigation or GPS is highly recommended as you’re driving on an unfamiliar road and this would require good cell service which can be difficult if you’re in a foreign country. But don’t follow the GPS blindly! Sometimes they’re not accurate. I remember the GPS telling my cousin’s husband to turn down a one-way street which would’ve ended badly but we saw the signs and told him not to enter. 😳

If you’re renting a car, just be aware of the rules of the country you’re driving in. You might need an international driving permit (depending on the country) and you’ll need car rental insurance too which might be provided by your credit card. Before leaving the car rental facility, take photos/videos of previous damage on the car bc some companies will say you scratched the car when you didn’t so it’s best to protect yourself! And this adds to the cost but if you’re visiting multiple countries, it’s best to let them know as they will tell you what to do when crossing the border. And tolls can be a thing too so ask about that. The guy at the car rental told us Slovenia needed an e-vignette (modern toll payment method) which we previously didn’t know about. The other countries (Croatia and Italy) had normal toll booths where you could pay with cash or card. Also think about where you’ll return the car. Are you driving it back or are you dropping it off at a different location? Let them know!

Be careful of what gas and grade your car takes! The car rental place will tell you this. Putting in the wrong gas can damage the car. You’ll have to fill up the tank before returning the car.

Road trips can be long. Even though Google Maps tells you it will take this long, add more time because of traffic and to account for taking wrong turns/exits. You might get bored and your butt and legs might get numb. 😆 Feel free to take breaks and walk around. Playing music in the car is always fun. Make sure you have drinks and snacks along the way. But also account for bathroom breaks! You can use the bathrooms at gas stations but sometimes they’re porta pottys and not very glamorous. Especially when it’s night out, you’ll have to bring a flashlight to use them. 😩 Also, sometimes gas stations aren’t around and the guys would have to pee in the woods. 😂 Just be aware of the need to go is what I’m saying!

Having a car is convenient but you also have to think of parking. If possible, stay in hotels or Airbnbs with parking provided. If not, be prepared to pay to park your car. Even driving to national parks or in the city, you’ll have to pay to park your car so you can walk around. Having cash/coins handy is nice for those things.

That’s all I can think of at the moment. If I’m missing something, let me know! Overall, road trips can be fun! You have more freedom and it’s more convenient. Please don’t let all this info scare you off! You’ll be fine. And let me know how your road trip goes! ☺️

P.S. I forgot to talk about automatic and manual cars. Manual cars are more prevalent in Europe so they’re cheaper to rent. You’ll have to check availability if you need an automatic. Also, during peak season (summer), you might have to book your car in advance because it would be awful planning a trip and realizing there’s no car available or that you have to pay steep prices.

[kingkatsuki]

jo, as a european, what’s a long car drive for you ? i was reading some people say that europeans don’t like driving long distances. like would 8 hours of driving be too much ?

Omg mate. It’s cause our roads are so shit. I think the longest I’ve been in a car driven in the UK is like 6-7 hours, but it shouldn’t have been that long but it’s because I live in London so you have to add time for traffic😩 I’ve been with friends and driven in diff countries in Europe and it’s nowhere near as bad as the UK!!

[wolfstarhh16s]

A long car ride

Remus: (mumbling curse words while driving)

 Tonks: I hate traffic jams

Remus: so do I

Five year harry: (kicking the back of the remus seat)

 remus: harry stop kicking my seat

 Harry: uncle pad pad foot I’m  bored

Serious: well hello bored I am uncle padfoot

Six year oldTeddy:  pop I’m hungry

 serious: hi hungry this is bored

Harry/ teddy:ugh ugh

Teddy: i’m cold mama

 Remus: (turns down the  temperature)

 Teddy: now I’m hot

 Remus: first you were cold then you were hot 😤

 Harry: I can’t find my binky

  Remus: wiggle around your seat I’m sure you can find it

Teddy: I can’t find my Barbie

Remus: wiggle around your seat I’m sure you’ll find it

 Teddy: I lost my shoe

 harry: and I lost my Sippy cup

Remus: why did you boys bring so many stuff in my car😩

Teddy: what’s that

 remus: what’s what

Teddy: that

 remus: what

Teddy: that

 Harry: Uncle Mooney uncle Mooney uncle Mooney uncle Mooney look look look look look look look look look look look look

 Remus: I can’t look right now bud I’m driving

Harry: please look

Remus : (turns around)

 Harry:(gives him the middle finger and giggles)

Remus: stop flipping me off

 Teddy: aaa my seatbelts to tiet 

 Tonks: just grab it loosen it

Teddy: now it’s too loose

 Tonks: well then let it go it Will tighten

Teddy: I CANT GET IT JUST RIGHT😤

Harry teddy: are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet

Remus: Count to a Bajillion in your head and while you’re at it let’s play the quiet game

Serious: Remus are we there

 Tonks: Sirius I love you but do yourself a favor and shut the fuck up you’re a big boy You can handle a long drive

Years later

(Remus is telling the story of Harry and Teddy, when they were in the car), remus: and that’s why I don’t trust Harry with my car mainly because I know the first time you were in a car you accidentally  crashed it

 Harry: that was one time

 Remus: Yeah and you nearly gave me a heart attack

 Hermione: at least he told you he didn’t tell me that he crashed that car until we were in fifth year

Remus: really Harry

Harry: sorry my love but you’re just so overprotective

 Hermione:(jumps on hairy and is now laying on top of him) is it a problem that I care about my boyfriend puls back then we were just friend

Harry: yeah and this is real

Hermione: what’s real

 harry: The love that I have for you (kisses her on the lips)

Tonks: we better leave these two alone( walks out with Remus) serious honey

 serious: (glaring at Hermione)

 Tonks: you know there growing up

 serious: I wish they didn’t go (walks away with Tonks) but at least nobody’s kicking in the back of my seat anymore  or Remus Seat

Serious:  but you know what

 tonks:  what

Serious: I still have the opportunity to LUPIN some  jokes 

  Remus: you rang 

 Harry: Ugh You did not just tag team a dad joke, 

Tonks: you to are the worst (giggles)

Teddy Harry: are you serious

 serious: but I am serious

Teddy and Harry:ugh ugh













 







[vro0m]

vro0m’s rewatch - 5/288

2007 Monaco GP.

(As a disclaimer those are just my thoughts throughout the race. Don’t expect anything. But I make GIFs !)

Monacoooooo

My God this build up starts with basically a fancam of Lewis also sexualised women and casino stuff. Embarrassing.

A guy named Steve Rider is talking to the camera on a boat flying a Swedish flag ?

Anywyy. It’s Alonso pole, Lewis P2. Apparently the fight for the pole was really tight. Raikkonen crashed in quali. We see Gordon Ramsey and Jude Law (not together obviously).

Now an other journalist is talking to Coulthard while they’re sitting on motorcycles ? I’m confused.

Oh they’re going around on a ride. OK sure. Whatever.

Images of a red carpet and movie stars but like. From another day/night at some movie premiere or something? Confused. A fashion show now? Wtf is going on during this build up.

Ah here’s Lewis ! He talks about the practice sessions and qualifying. He says : “I’ve kissed the barriers a couple times. I’ve French kissed the barriers on Thursday.” He chuckles.

Here’s the grid :

And they’re racing !

What a start ! Lewis tucked behind Alonso right away to keep Massa at bay.

Oh wait what do you mean 78 laps ?! 😩 Also how many DNFs this time ?

Ah here we go, the first one to hit the barriers is Liuzzi, just one lap in. Yellow flags. Alonso slows down way more than necessary, Lewis is right behind him. But a couple of laps later he’s pulling away again. Raikkonen is far away in 12th.

Lap 10, Alonso is already 4 seconds ahead. Webber is retiring ? 4th time in a row apparently.

20 laps in, Lewis is picking up the pace but Alonso is 7 seconds ahead. (You can tell this race is boring by the fact that my commentary is jumping 10 laps at a time.) He’s now stuck in traffic for 3 seconds, and Alonso is accelerating too.

Lap 25 : Alonso pits, Lewis has gained 3 seconds on him. He’s leading but how much fuel does he have left to create a gap before pitting? Massa in 3rd has also already pitted. Lewis is fastest lap again and again.

Lap 28 : he pits. He told the team to take pressure out of the back tyres cause he think he can go faster (?). Alonso has 4.8 seconds on him.

Lap 40 : nothing is happening ? Idk i’ve stopped paying attention tbh. At the time I’m watching this the 2021 FIA Gala is happening and it’s a mess and the posts on tumblr are more interesting than this race. Alonso is 7.5 seconds clear of Lewis anyway. It’s bound not to get much more interesting than that. And we’re only halfway through. Alonso and Lewis are just playing who can go fastest by themselves ahead of everybody else and Alonso is winning.

Kovalainen has a puncture.

You can definitely tell the difference that experience made on Lewis’ driving though because in 2007 the talent is undeniably here but he’s doing one good lap then one not so much etc. When you think of how consistent he is now, it’s such a contrast.

Alonso has pitted so Lewis is leading again on lap 51 but he’s slipping around because his tyres are in bad shape so he pits and Alonso’s back P1.

Someone else DNF’d ? Idk. We’ve seen a car behind pushed behind the barriers. They also pitted a third time while I wasn’t watching maybe ?

Lap 65 : Lewis is struggling more and more, the car is all over the place. Oh wait Lewis is not so far behind Alonso again ? I guess they did pit. The gap is just 2 seconds. My God I’m bored. Alonso is still way too fast for Lewis. The experience is talking. Lewis is bound to sound frustrated in the interviews.

5 laps left. The driver in fourth (don’t know who it is) is lapped by the McLarens which tells you just how fast they are that weekend.

And it’s the end of the race. 1-2 for McLaren.

Prince Albert is handing the trophies right away. Lewis is smiling but you can tell he’s disappointed.

Ah now let’s see if the Spanish anthem is as long as the Brazilian one... 1mn30. Long but not as long as the Brazilian. Oh they’re playing a second anthem ? I have no idea what it is ? Monaco’s maybe ?

So Alonso and Lewis are tied in the WDC standings but Alonso is leading because he won 2 races and Lewis none.

Anthony is interviewed. It was very close, great start. They agree that McLaren had to make sur they had the 1-2 and it was not worth pushing Lewis behind Alonso with the risk of one of them crashing or something. He says Lewis won’t be frustrated but quite happy (but we all know it’s a lie). He says it would have been tough overtaking Alonso who drove brilliantly and you have to give credit where it’s due.

Istg the whole broadcast is only about Lewis.

Lewis says : “Yeah I hit the barriers plenty of times in the race. It was fortunate I had a solid car, the team did a great job as usual.”

My boy. Stop running into walls maybe ?

He says he had to yell in the radio to have the traffic blue flagged. He tried to push Alonso to make a mistake but he’s two-time WC and he doesn’t make mistakes and he’s done a great job.

It’s kind of funny to hear knowing what happens the next 15 years.

[midgardianweasley]

same though, I only finish shows when I'm watching with someone else. they would start a show I've watched but never finished and they'll watch while I'm just like 'why are you watching without me-' and then they're just giving me *the* look. late night adventures are just so nice, it's quiet, no traffic and it's also dark, a good time to take a nap😉

if the rice doesn't work, try turning him off and then turning him back on, that usually works with our Internet router when it's acting up👍🏻 that's a good idea, make a PowerPoint and have him sit down, tie him down so he doesn't have a chance to escape😀

well I'll start drinking butt loads again I guess😩 that's the thing with pressure and fear, it's either you succeed at that one thing or you just fail badly, and I have yet to succeed under pressure:')

same, I'll just silently-but-not-so-silently freak out and my parents don't say a thing but I can see/feel them side eyeing me and I just know they're judging me😭 no cause I read 'You need help.' and my brain also went 'let's do get help' and then I read your reply💀-

(I'm impressed at how you answer my rant asks😂)

(what is it with GPS' and empty fields??? probably why we get along🤣)

-cute anon

it’s literally betrayal. i still pull that line even if i’ve been like ‘nah i don’t think i’ll watch it again’ and then they watch it and i’m (fake) outraged they watched an episode without me 😂 car naps are my favourite naps. i’ve been on 6 hour drives countless times and it was during the night, best sleep of my life 😭

that sounds a little bit like a kidnapping plan bestie 😀 but i mean, it’s educating him, so surely that counts for something 😂

yesss do it!! 100% recommend😌 i was like that in english when my table of like, 5 people assigned me to be the writer and left me to think up every idea on my own, and when the teacher was counting down they’d be like ‘hurry up omg’ so then i ended up saying that they’re saying the answers and didn’t give them it<3

the judgement is insulting 😭😭 omg we’re brain twins-

(they’re one of my favourite parts of the day😂)

(i don’t think i could trust us to travel together🥲)

[stylesrecord]

EMMA ARE U OKAY 💕💖💕💕💖💖✨💕🌸💕💖✨✨🌸✨💖✨💕✨💕 i love u 🌸✨💖💕🥺🥺🥺🥰🥺🥺💕💕🕊🕊🕊😩✨💖✨✨✨☁️😘😘🥰

yes!!! i’m fine, a bit stressed is all. i hate when classes go back into session because i don’t like living away from home, especially when i live twenty min without traffic away it’s ridiculous! i mean, it’s purely out of convience + the fact i don’t have my license yet (a gay, who cannot drive - shocking) also, i’m five seconds away from puking knowing i have interact with people; this isn’t good for my social anxiety... i want to concuss myself, yet i will live. thank u for asking though!!! i luv u

[narrie]

Sameeeeee lmfao my room has been messed up for like 2 years now and I'm tryna save up but I really don't know what I want 😭😭 why are you moving out?

my uni’s in a different city and rn i’m driving up there for over an hour every day which can be a biiiit annoying with traffic etc 😩 finally got a dorm room (i was SUPPOSED to move this semester but things didn’t work out rip) and i’m gonna live there during the week for probably a year so i don’t have to drive back and forth the whole time!