#yall are sleeping on my best canadian boy

[cyarskj1899]

Emmett till family i’m so sorry that this goofy broad fixed her face to use compare your relatives tragedy to some nonsense. your entire family deserves better than this

Yall niggas disgust me with this level of dickriding, Emmitt Till was a child! That was tortured and murdered! By Racists who got away with it! Tory is a violent abuser who finally got what he deserved for SHOOTING a woman! He is nothing like Emmitt Till, stfu!

Gurl, I know you did not come on Blue Ivy’s innanet on the eve of Jesus’s Birthday, and compared the late Emmitt Till to this short burned piece of Canadian Bacon named Tory… Have Several pls!

First of all dude is Canadian….. and is not a Black American…… second of all, the disrespect is crazy. Y’all really be on the internet disgracing your or OUR ancestors for some engagement and entertainment. Luckily for me, I could never be a 🦝 nor the type of woman who would throw away my goodness, my integrity my dignity to slut myself out for some punk who ain’t gonna do right by me anyway

Why are we comparing an innocent little boy who was lynched for no reason to an embarrassing man who shot a woman, lied about it , dehumanized her for no reason other than he had a toxic masculinity and violent tendencies because he can’t handle the fact that his music was not that good for anyone to stan him and his only successful song was in a feature with jack harlow and is now facing years in prison?

Some of Y’all will say anything to disrespect Black American history and our ancestors. The audacity of you claiming a CANADIAN gremlin who was rightfully and proven convicted for his crimes against meg thee stallion is equal to Emmett Till shows your lack of knowledge and good sense. Maybe in hindsight George w. Bush no child left behind policy wasn’t the best idea because some children were left behind education wise. Children were deliberately LEFT BEHIND. WHATTT

you need to be hung drawn and quartered for this and afterwards your bones need to be scattered across the street for mongrel dogs to gnaw and crack like Omg y’all going to hell????

The quotes are calling you a pea brained fool, as they should but quite honestly, reading this shocked me because of the sheer disrespect. You misspelled his name and compared a innocent boy whose life was stolen by racists to a man suffering the consequences for his actions. This is why Harriet Tubman had a gun because some of you have ancestors who should have been capped by her

tory lanez ain’t do nothing special for y’all to be defending him like this. Even artists like Chris Brown to Eric Clapton have more high quality music content than that Keebler elf and they’re problematic too. (*Not A defense of the actions of both Brown and Clapton or other hence the “and they’re problematic too “ just so you know) sweetheart He's never going to fuck you. Deal with it

I can’t stand you niggas. i wouldn't even piss or spat on you if you were on fire May the vengeance of the ancestors find you in your sleep.

we will never be free and at this point it’s deserved. We’re surrounded by our worst enemies in the black community and the shackles on our feet will never be released.

a teenage boy who was a victim of violent racism being compared to an ABUSER , harriet shouldn't have gone back for some of y'all ancestors just stay in school!!!!!

[lovelytsunoda]

night changes // lance stroll

summary: an overview of moments in lance and y/n’s relationship

pairing: lance stroll x fem!reader

warnings: a brief mention of sex and pregnancy

authors note: literally my first time writing anything on here so for the love of god please be gentle 🤞🏼 positive feedback and reblogs would be appreciated.

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manchester, england. august 2022

the couple lay tangled in an embrace, tan comforter tangled around their bodies as they slept.

lance woke up first, a hazy smile on his face the half light. on the table next to him, his sliver wedding ring lay next to his airpods and their charger. across the room, the window was propped open against the summer heat, an IKEA crib settled against the wall underneath.

the aston martin driver smiled to himself as he remembered the drunken boys night with sebastian, esteban, alexander and checo where they had all tried to put the baby furniture together, the two drivers who actually had kids choosing not to help and instead watching the youngsters struggle over open bottles of guinness.

he turned his head away from the crib, looking over at the woman sleeping next to him, messy hair sprawled on the pillows and bags under her eyes from all the sleep she had lost from nights where their daughter simply would not stop crying. lance knew he didnt look any better, and lord knows seb reminded him of that every day.

but y/n stroll was the love of his life, and she looked perfect anyways.

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toronto, canada. june 2019

there were a few days to spare before the canadian grand prix in montreal and a couple of the drivers had decided to go to toronto to catch a jays game before the race. there were three hours until first pitch, and in an attempt to find a greek restaurant, the youngest of the drivers had gotten hopelessly lost.

“how the fuck are we lost!” lando norris  was the first to complain, leaning shop window for one of the many marijuana dispensaries popping up in the toronto area. ”according to google maps, greektown is literally only two streets!”

“why the hell is it called greek ‘town’, then?” charles leclerc pitched in

“i have no idea.” pierre gasly groaned. “ask lance, he’s the one who grew up here.”

lance rolled his eyes. “i grew up in quebec, jackass. not ontario. i’m as lost as you are.”

“why don’t we just ask for directions?” charles asked, looking down at the map on his phone. “it’s not that hard.”

“yeah, lando, it’s not that hard.” pierre whined, hungry and annoyed. “we’ll miss the game at this rate. are you sure that we didn't just get off at the wrong subway stop or something?”

“jesus christ.” lance mumbled under his breath, heading up the street in an attempt just to find some peace and quiet.

for a formula one driver, lance isn’t always the most aware of his surroundings. mid you, she wasn’t either.

he was walking past an indie bookstore, just a few doors down from where the other young drivers were still arguing about the merits of asking for directions when lance crashed head on into the young woman leaving the bookstore. the paper bag she was holding ripped, sending four paperback mystery novels falling to the sidewalk.

“holy shit, i am so, so sorry.” lance gushed, kneeling down to help her pick up the books. “are you okay?”

she looked up, and lance was instantly taken in by her eyes. her magnificent eyes, like seas of color and emotion that he could get lost in.

“i’m okay.” her voice was like honey, the sweetest sound that the racing point driver could ever imagine.

“i’m sorry about your books.” he said as they both got back to their feet.

she shook her head. “it’s okay. no harm done.”

lance passed her the two books he was holding, as well as holding out his palm for a handshake before realizing that her hands were all full. “I’m lance.” he said awkwardly

she smiled, and it lit up her whole face. “y/n.”

at that point, lando, pierre and charles had stopped arguing with each other and were watching lance and y/n very closely, cheeky smiles on their faces as they watched the two exchange phone numbers and promise to keep in touch.

lance would talk to her almost every single day after that, and endless sea of chaotic text messages and facetime calls. after the third or so call, he came clean about being a race car driver with racing point f1.

y/n had laughed at him, and told him that he wasn’t european enough to be an f1 driver, and that he didn’t have a hot enough accent.

she meant it as a joke, but really, she didn’t believe he was telling the truth.

until he told her what team he was on, and she googled “lance, racing point f1″.

“i stand corrected, mr strulovitch.” she grinned on the other end of the facetime call. “so what fancy city are you in right now?”

he smiled before standing up and going to the hotel room window to show y/n the view. “baku, in azerbaijan.”

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monza, italy. 2020

y/n came to her first race in 2020, the strangest of all the seasons amidst the ongoing pandemic. lance told her that she didn’t have to, that he’d make a stopover in toronto next time he had a chance, but y/n was insistent. she needed a break from school, and had always wanted to go to italy anyways.

monza lacked the energy that most of the races usually had. because of the pandemic, the stands were empty, and the track was quiet. lance didn’t like it, the silence depressed him.

but he felt better because she was there.

he and checo were preparing for the race while the mechanics messed with the last few things on the car. y/n was with the engineers, and they were walking her through some of the more finer technical points of the sport.

lance was starstruck, wondering how on earth he was dating her, the most beautiful, brilliant and incredible human being on the planet. he stood next to his bright pink car, race suit hanging low around his hips, and just watched. 

checo came up next to the boy, nudging him in the side. “so that’s why you’ve been in such a good mood lately. the neverending stream of facetime calls and text messages that make you giggle like a little girl.”

lance blushed, pale features turning pink. “shut up, man. i think i love her.”

y/n looked over at her boyfriend from the pit wall, a chunky pair of headphones on her head so that she could listen in to the race while she watched, a huge smile on her face as she flashed him a thumbs up

checo clapped him on the shoulders. “let’s give her a good race, kid.”

and a good race it was.

lance came in second, the entire racing point team rushing to the finish line to cheer him on as the chequered flag waved. y/n was glowing against the overcast sky as lance started his cool-down lap, nothing but pride in her chest as she watched the little pink car follow the leading alphatauri around the track another time, an orange mclaren not far behind.

as soon as lance got out of the car, he threw his helmet into the arms of a waiting mechanic and ran straight for y/n, sweeping her off her feet and spinning her around, before kissing her madly as the team went wild, and there was no doubt in anybody’s mind that the skysports cameras that had been covering the victory for the two smaller teams were also covering the kiss.

after the two broke away from their magical moment for some air, lance pulled her close, draping his sweaty body over hers as he attempted to slow his breathing.

“i love you so fucking much.”

that night was the first time either of them had said it, returning to the hotel to spend every second of the italian night wrapped up in each other, clothes strewn over the backs of chairs, a bra hanging from the bathroom doorknob, sheets a tangled mess around them as she moaned his name, both of them truly in love with the other.

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manchester, england. fall of 2020

packing up her life and moving to manchester with lance should have been the hardest thing that y/n ever did. but it wasn’t. she had family there, family she had hardly even ever met. showing up to her uncle’s house in stockport in an aston martin with a formula one driver on her arm was certainly one way to make an impression on her extended family.

lance was in abu dhabi for most of the move, and his heart ached at the idea of not being able to share such an important milestone in their relationship at home, with y/n at his side. he took solace in knowing that abu dhabi was the last race of the season, and that he’d be home to his lover very soon.

y/n promised she would wait up for him. her uncle promised to pick lance up from the airport, an arrangement she wasn't sure she completely trusted, and she was nervous as hell about waiting for him to come home. she had watched every second of the race, and knew it wasn't one of lance’s better results. she wanted nothing more than to wrap him up in her arms and never let him go.

she was lying in bed when he came home, duvet pulled tight around her body as she lay on her side, e-reader plugged into the wall with a cord that wasn't long enough to make it to the bed. all of her books were still in boxes. very few boxes had been unpacked, just enough that lance wasn’t going to come home to an empty house.

the bedroom door creaked open, and lance slipped inside, overwhelmed with love when he saw y/n lying in bed, face scrunched up in that adorably sexy way she got whenever she read a book she was super into.

she was so engrossed in her book, that she didn’t even notice that he had come home. lance smiled to himself, slipping out of his jeans and sliding in between the cotton sheets to wrap his arms around y/n.

“hey, my love.”

she smiled as lance nuzzled his nose into her neck, giggling as he tried to slip a hand up the oversized concert shirt she’d worn to bed, his finger caressing the hemline of her underwear.

“hey, lance.” she awkwardly turned her head to give him a quick kiss before turning back to her book. “one more chapter, and then i’m yours.”

lance laughed, a hearty sound that y/n never got tired of hearing. “that’s what you always say. i bet we’ll both be asleep before then.”

“how domestic of us.”

he gently kissed her neck. “i love you.” 

“i love you too.”

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mykonos, greece. summer 2021

there were exactly five weeks in between silverstone and whatever the fuck came after, but lance didn’t care. as soon as silverstone was wrapped up, he grabbed y/n and the two of them ran like hell from the track, breaking more british traffic laws than they could count on the way to the airport.

once they were on the plane, lance turned off his phone. he didn’t want to hear anything from the team while he was in greece. nothing was going to spoil his vacation, because he was about to do something he couldn’t take back.

he was going to ask y/n to marry him.

right now, the girl in question was asleep against his shoulder, and all the aston martin driver could think about was how ungodly lucky he was to even have met y/n in the first place.

thank god that lando norris was so bad with directions.

it was their fifth day in mykonos before lance finally decided to make a move. 

they were at the beach together: lance attempting to keep up with his fitness regime, lest his trainer get pissed off when he returned to england, and y/n was curled up on a beach towel with a hardcover book in hand.

after finishing his workout set, lance returned to the beach towel, sitting directly behind y/n and pulling her flush against his chest. he kissed her hair gently before asking her to put the book down.

“there’s something i want to show you.”

“can it wait until i finish the chapter?”

lance smiled, internally rolling his eyes. “how many pages are left in the chapter?”

she pushed her sunglasses onto the top of her head, counting the pages left in that chapter before turning to her lover. “like eight? i only just started the chapter, babe.”

“then it can wait.” lance chuckled, pressing a bookmark in between the pages before shutting the hardcover an prying it from his girlfriend’s hand before helping her to her feet.

“lance, where are we even going?”

“just wait, you’ll see!”

they were at the edge of a cliff overlooking the whole island.

y/n smiled widely, looking over the edge of the cliff. “lance, this is bloody incredible.”

lance grinned, getting down on one knee, a crushed velvet box in his hand. y/n stared at him, clapping one hand over her mouth. “lance...”

“y/n y/l/n, will you do me the absolute honor of marrying me?”

“yes!”

it was a quiet wedding, exactly six months later, on the same greek island. his family, her family, and at their own bloody insistence, every driver on the grid. sebastian was lance’s best man, and nobody had ever seen the driver look that proud.

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manchester, england. march 2022.

since becoming y/n stroll, she had rarely ever missed a race, taking time off work more often than her bosses would have liked and working remotely from a hotel room.

so to miss lance’s season opener was a punch in the gut.

it was the day before they were due to leave for bahrain, and y/n had spent the entire morning throwing up. the smell of the candle in the couple’s living room made her nauseous, even though the citrus scent had never done that before. and she was tired all the time, 

“sweetheart, i don’t love the idea of leaving you here.” lance’s voice was full of concern as he lay on the couch with his wife, their bodies a tangle of limbs as he cradled her body close, inhaling her hair.

“lance, i’ll be fine. there’s already a chance that sebastian is going to miss qualifying, i don’t want you to leave your team without both drivers.”

“promise me that you’ll call if you need anything?”

“i promise. i love you, lance.”

when lance came back home five days later, y/n already looked better. her skin was glowing, and she had a bright grin on her face as her husband stepped through the front doorway.

“welcome home, my love.” she cooed, wrapping her arms around lance’s neck before pressing up on her toes to give him a kiss. “I have a surprise for you.”

lance raised an eyebrow. “a surprise?”

“yes, silly. a surprise.” she took lances hand and lead him through the small house and up the stairs to the master bedroom. the only bedroom, since both spare rooms had been turned into other things: a simulator room for lance and home office/library for y/n.

when they got to the master bedroom, lance looked really confused. “it’s a box from IKEA.”

y/n smiled. “look a little closer, honey.”

lance knelt down next to the cardboard box to look at the drawing on the side while his wife slipped into the ensuite bathroom.

“babe, why do we have an IKEA crib?”

y/n came out of the ensuite bathroom, a stuffed elephant in her hands and a wide grin on her face as she passed lance the stuffed animal before reaching into the waistband of her jeans for the little plastic test. she pressed the test into lance’s hand, and his eyes went wide, a grin on his face.

“you’re pregnant?”

y/n nodded, unable to say anything before lance swept her into his arms, attacking her face with kisses.

“we’re going to be parents, y/n this is incredible!”

“i love you so much.”

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lance was snapped out of his reverie by movement in the bed next to him.

“do you always stare at me while i’m sleeping?” y/n’s voice was groggy, a stupid grin on her face as she attempted to snuggle closer to her husband, leaning up to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

“only if i wake up first.” lance smiled calmly, pulling y/n closer.

as lance was about to comment on how quiet and peaceful their house finally was, he could hear soft cries coming from the crib in the corner. when y/n moved to get up, he insisted that his wife lay back down.

“i’ve got it, my love. you carried her for nine months, this is the least that I can do.”

she smiled, squeezing his hand.

“i love you, lance stroll.”

[migilini]

Hiiii! I liked how you did the road trip one shot and was wondering if you could do a request for Charlie Gillespie where the reader and Charlie are dating but have been living in different states due to COVID and the boys do an Instagram live and the reader wants to be on the live with them and Charlie gets so excited and it’s fluffy?

So far apart - Charlie Gillespie

A/N: ofc i can! Thank you so much, hope you like it :) I will proofe read it tomorrow.

Words: 1.5k

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Tiredness was your new default state. College alone was stressful and hard enough plus it didn't help that you had to do it online from your little NY appartement that you shared with three other roommates. But you had too. You were in your last semester ever! That was motivation enough to pull through.

Currently you were trying to facetime your boyfriend Charlie. You haven't seen him in about four months but if someone would ask your roommates, they would say it felt like an eternity of you moaning and pouting about not seeing him. When COVID started, the two of you seriously debated about moving in together. However, at that time, your classes were not online yet and you couldn't move away, he also couldn't move to New York with you because he still had meetings with the JATP Cast.

You stared at your ringing phone, desperate to hear his voice. You knew that he should be awake, you had the time zones imprinted on your brain.

Sorry babe, have a meeting in 5… Will call you after okay? <3 the message that just popped up on your screen made you frown a little. You weren't mad, you just had a really awful week and missed him like crazy.

Sure thing <3 yout texted back and threw the phone onto your bed. Deciding that instead of waiting for him to call back, you could use the time usefully and start studying for your next test in two days. 

It was an hour later, you were completely engrossed in the textbook, so you barely heard the ringing of your phone. Maybe a bit too quick, you tossed all your books to the ground and launched yourself on the bed to find your phone. 

His pretty face filled your screen “Heyyy!” “Hello beautiful!” You two grinned at each other.

“How are--” A knocking on your door interrupted your question. “Yes?” The door opened and revealed one of your roommates Alexis with a sheepish look on her face “I’m really sorry to interrupt but Tara just broke off with her boyfriend and she needs a hug.”

You looked up at your red haired friend “She broke up with Tom?!” Alexis nodded “It's an emergency” she claimed. Charlie understood this as his clue to end the call saying a quick goodbye and a don't worry about it, when you shot him an apologetic look. 

This is how it went nearly every time. Something always came up, either you were studying non-stop and he didn't want to distract you or he had actor things and meetings going on. It was truly tiring. The last time you really had the opportunity to facetime was a couple weeks ago and even then you fell asleep inert 15minutes. When Charlie accidentally lulled you to sleep with a song he's been working on. 

Still the two of you made it work. Charlie had started writing you weekly letters with his perfume on it. And you being your crafty self, sent him a little care package with letters, some self made food and paintings, every now and then.

You just finished all your tests and essays for this semester and you felt free again. Taking a deep breath, you opened your bedroom window and put your school books away. Sinking down on your bed, you closed your eyes temporarily, enjoying the moment. You got up again to get yourself something to eat and a coffee. Your roommates were currently away, probably getting groceries or books at the College Library.

You mindlessly scrolled through Instagram, the sandwich you made yourself still laying next to you on the nightstand. Ever since Julie and the Phantoms released, the cast's accounts blew up like crazy and Charlie always showed you off like a queen so of course people found your page as well. You didn't mind though. Most of the people were really nice and respecting, protecting your relationship from all the not so nice guys

You just answered some DM’s, chuckling at a meme that Maddie had sent you, when you got a notification that Owen was live. Naturally you clicked on it, knowing that Charlie most likely will be in the live as well, due to the fact that he was currently at Owen’s with Jeremy.

You were one of the first ones. Owen grinned when he saw your name come up in the chat. 

“Guten Morgen everybody.” You chuckled when you heard your boyfriend singing in the background, writing in the chat that Owen should say hi to Charlie. “Are all of you streaming JATP?” he asked the live audience while you nodded to yourself, your laptop open beside you. It was a bit embarrassing to admit how often you saw the show, but every time you felt lonely you watched it. It had some really cute guys in it after all.

He read the chat “Do you like watching the show you participated in? Thats a good question. Charlie, Charlie! I have a question for you.” The camera turned and it showed the canadian boy you fell in love with. 

“Eh…” he said as he walked into the kitchen, Owen following close. “It was very weird at first. Guess I'm more used to it now.” he answered honestly. You weren't even listening, you just stared at your phone in trance, the light making him look so incredibly pretty.

Suddenly you got an invitation to join the live from Owen. You sat up a bit straighter and blinked a few times before accepting. 

“Helloooooo!” he screamed, making you laugh. “Hi Owen. Yall are up early.”

“Yeah… you know Char. That dumb early riser.” he complained. “Yeah I feel you. Though he lets me sleep so he must love me more than he loves you.” you teased making Owen pout in a childish way.

“Charlie! Who do you love more, me or y/n?” the statement made your boyfriend laugh and for a moment your breath hitched, it was music in your ears and once again you realised how much you missed it.

“I’m really sorry bud, but definitely y/n…I want to...” Charlie just wanted to explain why when he heard your chuckling from Owen’s phone. “See told ya.” It was truly a blessing that the camera was still turned to your boyfriend, making it easy for you to see his reaction. He nearly let the fork he was holding fall out of his hand, his eyes widening while his mouth grew into a big grin. “Is that y/n?” he asked cautiously. Apparently Owen nodded, because before you knew, the camera turned and you were face to face with your boyfriend. 

“Baby!” he screamed, a wide, toothy smile on his lips. “How dare you go on live with Owen but not with me!” he jokes. “How was the history test? As hard as you thought it would be?” you cut off his rambling “Hi! Nice to see you too. No, it was way harder than I expected. Let's hope for the best, I get the results sometime next week”

“I bet you killed that test baby! No, Owen you don't get the phone back… I don't care that it's your live.” The chat was freaking out over Charlie's happiness by just seeing you, talking about how they want love like that.

“Little explanation for everybody. Me and Charlie haven't really been able to facetime so were just really excited right now. Sorry if it's boring.” you explained to the chat. 

“Don’t ever say that ever again.” he said in a serious tone “it's not boring.” you held your hands up in surrender. “Sorry sorry. Can I talk to Owen again? I mean he is the one who invited me.” you teased, poking your tongue out. With a pout he gave the phone back to Owen.

“Are you also streaming the show today?” he asked you. Charlie was in the background, looking at you over Owens shoulder, making silly faces. “Of course! Who do you think I am? I’ve been watching it everyday since it came out.” Owens' face fell “You're kidding… that doesn't… that doesn't seem healthy.” you shrugged “Well i don't really care. I have this massive crush on someone from the show, just can't get enough of him.” 

The camera shook and a couple crunts later you were once again faced with Charlie. “I sure hope it's me or you're not allowed to wear that shirt anymore.” he pointed to the shirt you were currently wearing and that was in fact one of his.

“Not gonna tell you babe. My mouth is shut.” you winked, making him blush. “I miss you.” he blurted out with puppy eyes. “I miss you too. Can’t wait to see you.” he grinned at that excited for the surprise he had planned. 

“I think i'm gonna go, let you guys actually comment on the show. I love you Charlie.” You sent him a kiss and he pretended to catch it with his free hand.

“Eww that's so cheesy.” Owen muttered from somewhere in the back.

“I love you too.”

[bibbawrites]

Does Your Mother Know? - Charlie Gillespie x Older Reader

Request: none lol 

Word Count: 1328 words

Summary: You are working on the set of Julie and The Phantoms and you end up getting a little more than you bargained for when you start to spend time with the much younger Charlie 

Warnings: mild swearing, implied smut, dom/sub if you squint 

A/N: the one you’ve all been waiting for!  the reader is meant to be older than charlie in this, its mentioned that she’s 30 but really she could be any age that’s older than 22 lol  title comes from the abba song Does Your Mother Know? and was high key inspired by the scene from Mamma Mia  it didnt end up being smutty but if yall want it i’m happy to write a smutty part 2  enjoy! 

When you agreed to take the job working on the set of Julie and The Phantoms, you weren’t exactly sure what to expect. You had thought maybe you would become sorta-friends with the cast, and then when filming was over they would just forget about you. 

What you didn’t expect was to have a 5′8 (or 5′4 as Madison liked to say), Canadian boy follow you around 24/7. 

It was odd at first, having him trail behind you everywhere you went, staring at you with big puppy eyes. But then it dawned on you, after one long day when he never once left your side, that he had a major crush on you. 

It was cute, a little schoolboy crush, puppy love at most. But unfortunately for you, the more time you spent with Charlie, the more your feelings for him grew and before you knew it you had a full blown crush on him. 

You were on your weekly facetime with one of your best friends when the topic of boys came up. 

“Anyone interesting in your life right now?” She had questioned, wriggling her eyebrows. You smiled softly and she squealed. 

“Oh my god there totally is! What’s his name? Where did you meet? Is he cute? Tell me everything!” She exclaimed and you giggled. 

“His name is Charlie, he’s an actor in the show I’m working at, so that’s how we met. And yes, he’s very cute.” You told her. 

“Where’s he from?” She asked. “Also how old is he and does he have a cute single friend?” 

“So many questions.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “He’s Canadian and he’s 22. And as for a cute single friend, yes but way too young for you.” Her grin fell. 

“He’s 22?” She repeated. You nodded. 

“Yikes that’s a bit young isn’t it?” She cringed. 

You frowned. 

“I mean, I guess so? He doesn’t come off as that young though. He’s a lot of fun and I really like him.” You said. She shrugged. 

“But you’re 8 years older than him. He’s practically a child compared to you. He was in middle school when we were going out clubbing. Honestly, that’s kinda creepy.” She said. Your heart sank, the euphoria of telling someone about your feelings for Charlie long gone. 

“I have to go.” You stuttered out, hanging up before she could even reply. 

Maybe she was right... maybe you were too old for him. 

You barely got any sleep that night, your head filled with the words of your best friend, and the doubt that maybe you were stupid to fall for someone so young. 

These thoughts echoed through your brain as you sat on set, quietly pretending that you were working. 

“Looking gorgeous as always Y/N.” Charlie’s voice startled you out of your thoughts, and you looked up, making eye contact with the Canadian boy.

“Thank you Charles.” You responded, your tone sounding flat. Charlie pouted.

“What, no flirty comeback today?” He questioned, sitting down on the table you were sitting at. You shrugged.

“I was talking to a friend last night and I may have mentioned you and she-“

“You talk to your friends about me?” He cut you off with a smirk. You rolled your eyes.

“It was one conversation idiot. Anyways, like I was saying before you rudely cut me off, I mentioned you and my friend made me feel like shit, she basically implied that I was a cradle robber.” You finished with a sigh.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. Besides Y/N, I’m 22, not 12. You’re only a few years older than me.” Charlie’s tone was sincere, but the words from the night before echoed through your brain. Maybe he was too young to be flirting with...

“8 years is not a few. Besides, when I was your age-“ You started.

“Ugh no, don’t say that.” He cut you off again, groaning at your words.

“Say what?” You questioned.

“When I was your age...” He said, mimicking your voice. “You sound 85.”

“Wow, way to flirt, saying I’m 85. No wonder you’re single.” You retaliated jokingly.

“I said you sound 85.” He repeated, emphasising the word ‘sound’. “You look 21.”

“Nice try kiddo.” You replied, ruffling his hair slightly. He grinned, leaning into your touch. You tried to ignore the way your heart sped up at the physical contact.

“Hey Charlie I need you on set, stop flirting with Y/N and let her do her job.” Kenny called, and you dropped your hand quickly, not wanting to get in trouble for being unprofessional.

“I’m not flirting. I’m just being friendly.” Charlie bit back, already standing up.

“Aw too bad, cause I was flirting.” You teased.

“Really?” His face lit up and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Go to set Charlie.” You told him and he grinned, blowing you a kiss before turning to head back to set.

“I’ll be back after my scenes.” He called as he walked away.

“I don’t doubt it.” You called back, shaking your head slightly. This boy would be the end of you.

True to his word Charlie was back at your side the minute he finished filming, and had changed out of his costume and removed his makeup. 

“Don’t you have friends to go hang out with?” You questioned. He pouted. 

“Are we not friends?” He retorted. You rolled your eyes. 

“I mean friends your own age.” You elaborated. He shrugged. 

“I like spending time with you.” He said, his smile sincere. 

“Okay... Well I’m about to head home.” You told him. He bit his lip. 

“Want some company?” He asked. You thought for a second. 

“Sure, why not? We can order takeout or something, and watch a movie if you want?” You offered. Charlie grinned. 

“That sounds amazing. How did you get to set today?” He asked as you picked up your bag and headed towards the exit of the building. 

“I got an uber.” You told him. 

“Awesome, I drove.” Charlie grinned, pushing the door open for you. You smiled in thanks and walked outside, Charlie by your side, your hands brushing against each other. 

He glanced down at your hands, before grabbing your hand and linking your fingers together. You smiled softly as you reached his car, allowing him to open the door for you. You climbed in and put your seatbelt on as Charlie headed around to the driver’s seat, climbing in and starting the car. 

“I assume you’re in the same building as we are?” He questioned as he reversed out of the parking spot. 

“Yep.” You smiled. He drove out of the parking lot and you settled into a comfortable silence for the whole drive, only talking once you were parked in the carpark of the apartment complex. 

“Do you want me to call and order food?” Charlie asked, and you nodded.

“Wait til we get to my apartment and we can decide on something.” You agreed. 

The two of you hopped out of his car, and you smiled as Charlie grabbed onto your hand again, and before you knew it you were unlocking your apartment door and letting the two of you in. 

The door shut behind you and suddenly Charlie’s lips were on yours as he pushed you up against the wall. Your eyes flicked shut as you kissed him back, your hands tangling through his hair. 

In one quick movement you managed to push off the wall and spin the two of you around so that Charlie’s back was against the wall. 

“Hey!” He exclaimed. You grinned, crashing your lips back into his. He tried to push off the wall but you shoved him back, pulling away from the kiss.

“Nope, I’m in charge here.” You told him. He bit his lip. 

“Okay.” He said eventually. “I’m all yours.” 

You grinned, grabbing onto his shirt. 

“We better get started then.” 

And with that you dragged him off towards your bedroom. 

[kkaebsongtypo]

Patrón™ Proposals // Mark Lee

(A/N: [i wrote half of this on mobile and I hated it ㅠㅠ] hey all! so i fucking died while writing it because y'all already know i love Mark more than anything OOF. but yeah, i really hope you enjoy this because I had a great time putting it together! Oh! It's also the first part of a new series ;3 drunk!nct (legal members) - Jae☾)

everything written in this au is fictional.

pairing: mark x (female)reader

genre: full gallon of fluff

warnings/notes: I AM IN NO WAY ENCOURAGING UNDERAGE DRINKING. (but i am a realistic thinker.) i included jeno and renjun being tipsy, the legal age of drinking in korea is 19 but we decided to base it in Canada because it is a Mark au (yeet fellow canadians), but at the same time i altered haechans birthday to be his nineteenth (i am sorry that this is such a mess) and the fluff is coming. (and there is some cursing but when is there not?)

wordcount: 1164

Intro

All in all, Donghyucks nineteenth birthday party was great.

Jeno and Renjun did a tipsy I Love You Bitch duet,

Johnny and Yuta periodically appearing with shots,

Mark taking a few of Hyucks shots so he wouldn't get comepletely plastered,

Ten impersonating rupaul and saying "bring me my boys!" whenever he lost sight of one,

Chenle shouting "LET'S GET IT" e v e r y t i m e one of the older boys would take a shot,

Taeyong getting ready to drop kick any underaged members who try to steal a drink,

Sicheng clapping everytime Hyuck took a drink,

Lucas letting the younger boys have a sip of his drink when nobody was looking (we are sorry)

over all, it was a long ass ride wild ride.

After things settled down, it was time to go home

Mark wants to walk home.

So yall start walking and he is like,,;,;; really happy

cracking a bunch of bad jokes Johnny told him.

You lost your shit a few times because Mark is awful and this is the worst (but he cute so it's g)

You guys continue on your way but you zone out for a minute while passing a dress shop (there were some hella cute dresses in the window)

Once you snap back to reality, you find Mark watching you with the biggest smile on his face.

"What are you smiling at lightweight?"

Mark laughs as if you said something actually funny,

"I just thought you'd look really pretty in that wedding dress."

You think he's joking around so you play along

"Why don't we just get married then?"

Mark stops dead in his tracks so you turn to tell him not to worry,

thinking he was getting cold feet about your fake wedding.

But when you actually face him, he's smiling like a kid on Christmas.

"Let's go get a wedding!!"

and now you're just s h o o k™

You almost agree but he was drunk as fuck

"Uh Mark, baby, I was kidding."

"No come on, I swear it will be great babe!"

"Mark it's just not a good idea."

"You're right, it's the best idea you've ever had!"

You can't believe how soft and enthusiastic this boy is right now.

"Honey, you're really drunk."

"Nooooo I'm not drunk, I just love you a lot."

"A looooooooot"

Not really knowing what to do, you keep making excuses as you walk the equivalent of a drink toddler home.

"Taeyong won't be happy if he hears you randomly got married."

"No Taeyong will love this idea, trust me."

"Babe what about our other family and friends?"

"They all think we're cute, it's fine!"

"No church is open at this hour.."

"Hey Siri where can I get married in Vancouver at two am?"

"Mark, you disabled Siri because it scared you."

"Oh yeah........"

Eventually, Mark gets distracted.

He wants a hamburger.

Mark convinces you to go get a burger.

The boy drags you to a Wendy's (Great burger joint FiGht mE)

He almost orders six burgers but you limit him to two because he's small and y'all don't have a ton of cash on you

You get a burger and some fries too because burgers are great man.

Mark wanted a frosty.

Mark got a frosty.

You can't say no to him when he looks that cute (which is all the time tbh).

Once y'all get your food, you're about to walk away

BUT MARK STILL REALLY WANTS TO GET MARRIED OKAY.

So he asks the girl working the register what she thinks.

"Hey I'm trying to convince my girlfriend to marry me tonight but she thinks its a bad idea because its late"

You're so embarrassed that you're ready to deck this boy.

"Mark, I swear to go-"

"Babbbbbe stop interrupting meeeeeee."

The girl gives you a sympathetic smile as you drag Mark out of the Wendy's.

While Mark eats, he quiets down a bit (only a bit.)

Y'all are walking down the street eating your burgers

Mark lists a bunch of reasons why it is a great night to get married.

Slowly but surely, you get him home.

You sit him down at the table and get him to drink water because you really don't want him to throw up.

You plug in your phones and make him brush his teeth.

Y'all head to bed once Mark sobers up enough to the point where it was safe to let him sleep.

You were the first to wake up in the morning.

You're a nice person so you leave a painkiller and another glass of water on the nightstand before you go take a shower.

Mark wakes up soon after you leave and feels like Trash™

He just feels hella relieved because he doesn’t have to leave the bed

After taking the painkiller and drinking the water you left for him, he goes on his phone

AND HE IS MET WITH THE HORROR THAT IS HIS SNAPCHAT STORY

Mark is shooketh to the highest extent after seeing about ten videos of him begging you to marry him

He spent about fifteen minutes reading through all of the replies;

Jaemin: Congrats man! She said no like 30 times.

Hyuck: Thought you were gonna marry me!?!?

Jaehyun: This shit is so cute it makes me want to vomit.

Parrot: Where's my invitation?

Dolphin: WHY DID THAT EMPLOYEE LOOK SO UNCOMFORTABLEKRKKOFO

Taeyong: "Taeyong will love this idea" .. Taeyong would not love this idea. Trust your girlfriend.

He was too embarrassed to read anything after that

And with his amazing luck, you walk in moments after he puts down his phone

"Hi"

You smile at him softly (you can just tell he's hella embarrassed)

"I'm really sorry about last night, I shouldn't have had so much to drink.."

"Mark, I knew that you'd be a mess by the time we left. It was Hyuck's nineteenth birthday."

"But I was being really pushy, I asked you to marry me like fifty times.."

"I knew you were drunk babe, I planned on dragging you home anyways. I'm not mad."

Mark didn't realize what he was saying until it came out of his mouth

"Would you have said yes if I was sober?"

That question caught you off guard, you were confused by how straight forward he was being.

"Mark, we're nineteen, we haven't even talked about marriage before."

"Yeah, I know. But if I asked, would you say yes?"

"If you asked me to marry you when were bother a bit older, and sober, I don't think anything could stop me from saying yes."

Mark felt his heart swell with happiness

You smiled at him brightly, feeling the same joy he did.

He grabbed your hands and pulled you into a tight hug.

He pulled back slightly and rested his hand on your cheek, looking into your eyes with the most love and passion.

"I love you so, so much, and I cannot wait to marry you.."

end

(i hope yall enjoyed this little scenario i threw together! i had a lot of fun writing it and im hella excited to continue this series of drunk!nct [legal members only of course])

Masterlist

[chaosbcrne]

NAME: Eph PRONOUNS: They/Them AGE: 21 BIRTHDAY: october 3rd ETHNICITY: canadian TIME ZONE: EST STAR SIGN: Libra MBTI: INFP MORAL ALIGNMENT: oh boy i have no idea HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin

[ EXPERIENCE ]

HOW LONG (MONTHS/YEARS?): with Tumblr, 6 years - with roleplay, something like 8-9 years ? with Tumblr roleplay, give or take four years PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: forums, facebook a lil bit, tumblr, discord BEST EXPERIENCE:  it’s hard to say but I do have to admit each time I owed it to someone. in every rpc i’ve ever been I always had those 2-3 partners who made things absolutely amazing for me u know ? the most life-changing thing rp ever did for me though was probably getting me to meet m.bu (1110-01111011)

[ WRITING  PREFERENCES]

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT?: everything... i think my greatest strength lies in angst but honestly i love everything PLOTS OR MEMES: both tbh, again even though im someone who loves continuity and good storylines and small details and therefore i think im much better cut out for plots generally speaking, i love how spontaneous memes can be and some of my best threads to date definitely derived from those LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: anyone who’s written with me can testify that long replies are my Thing... i like how convenient and intuitive shorter replies can be but sooner or later i always get carried away and my replies get horribly long,, BEST TIME TO WRITE: late at night when im not tired and i can sleep in the next day is ideal - but more commonly just late at night works out ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): not really ? i mean we share some traits sure, I can be competitive sometimes, i have a pessimistic attitude about things almost 24/7 and i take forever to warm up to people, but i think anyone can relate to their muse to some degree if they think on it enough ? it’s kinda hard to tell when i cant really see what impression i give off

Tagged by: i don’t usually do tag stuff unless ppl tag me specifically but i saw @masterprotector do this and thought it was a neat lil roleplayer file everyone should do ! 

Tagging: uhh yall are free to ignore this of course but if you feel like it @1110-01111011, @blue-pincushion, @hcrwish, @wishesareeternal, @telekineticalloy, @swcctmagix, @team-phantom, @whimacted, @mobian-merc, @fishing-purple-cat, @projectlightfox, @steadfastspirit, @bouncepads, this list is pretty long but basically anyone who feels like doing it please go ahead and say i tagged you because i will, in fact, gladly read it

[matsbarzal]

Repressed Crush - Mitch Marner

Note: lol bois its been like 6 weeks since I’ve been productive, so sorry. But here’s the long awaited imagine, love yall. also pls enjoy my meme.

Mentions: Auston Matthews, JVR

Warnings: like idk man, rude mitch

Requested by Anonymous: Hey can you do an imagine where the reader and auston are best friends but the reader and marner act like they hate eachother but they actually love each other? Maybe they figure out that they love each other by auston teasing them that the reason they act like they hate each other is because they both secretly have a crush on each other? Maybe Marner kisses her to prove that there are no feeling but there actually is? idk if that makes sense but thank u :)            

Up Next: Man, who knows. Probably Jesse Puljujarvi

Teaser: “cOnGRaTUlaTe hIM oN tHe gOaL (Y/N).” Your mocking tone inspired the glare that your best friend sent to you, as a few of the surrounding Leafs chuckled.

“So, you wanna explain where your hatred of Marns stems from? Cause I don’t get it, it’s like you looked at the kid one day and decided that you’re just gonna hate him for the hell of it.”

You knew your hatred of Mitch bugged your best friend. Auston constantly made it clear that one day the two of you would have to get along, otherwise you wouldn’t be invited to his wedding. Which quite frankly, if Mitch was gonna be there, you didn’t give two fucks if you had to go.

“Well, first of all, he’s Canadian, Auston. It’s like he has fucking maple leafs in his eyes and syrup in his Gatorade bottle. Second of all, he acts like a four year old, like I just want to put him on a time out and never let him out. Third, he looks like a puppy that’s been squished and loved and thinks that everyone’s his owner. I hate it.”

Auston’s slight smile grew on his face at your words, a laugh erupting from his throat as it did. “You don’t like him for the absolute stupidest reasons. Give me a valid reason and I’ll understand.”

“His personality is trash.” You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.

“He’s one of the best guys I know. Mitch would give his seat up to a woman two weeks older than him on a bus, he’d probably clear the world of every bad thing if he could.”

Auston made a rational point, deep down you knew that Mitchell Marner wasn’t that bad of a person. But that was deep, deep, deep down, pushed down by your absolute hatred of the Leafs forward.

“He could fucking end world hunger and adopt all the children he can afford, and I will still hate him, Auston.”

“Congratulate him on the goal, (Y/N).”

“cOnGRaTUlaTe hIM oN tHe gOaL (Y/N).” Your mocking tone inspired the glare that your best friend sent to you, as a few of the surrounding Leafs chuckled.

“And we thought Matts was the walking meme, but apparently it’s satan over there.”

Even just the sound of his voice sparked your internal annoyance. It was like anything Mitch Marner did just absolute grated on your nerves and ruined your day. Absolutely everything.

“Well excuse me, Bitchell. We all know that you’re always wrong anyways, so don’t feel bad.”

A few of the surrounding people grimaced as the argument between the two of you broke out.

“I’m always wrong? Have you heard half the things that come out of your mouth? It’s all bullshit, honestly. You’re literally wrong about half the things you say!”

His waving arms and exasperated face spurred you on, copying his hand movements and facial features you turned to him.

“Blah blah blah, I’m Mitch Marner and I think I’m so great and know everything because I’m 5'2 and look like a teenage girl who wants to sleep with half the local hockey team, blah blah blah.”

“I AM NOT 5'2!”

You felt a pressure on your arm, looking up to your best friend as he glared between Mitch and you.

“Okay, enough. We’re leaving now, children.”

He turned you around and began army marching you towards the car, “all you had to say was ‘good goal, bitchell’ that’s literally all you had to say.”

“That’s too easy, silly.”

“She’s so insufferable, all I have to do is look at her and I feel all the anger seep into my mind.”

Auston internally rolled his eyes while rubbing his hand against his forehead while Mitch continued, his hand moving to turn the music down which Mitch just turned right back down with the steering wheel.

“Like, explain to me why she thinks everyone adores her. She’s such a bitch and like, she’s gonna be an old dog lady. Not a cat lady, cause no one wants to cuddle her.”

“Mitch just shut up.”

“How are you even friends with her, honestly?! I would’ve given up the moment I had a conversation with her.”

Huffing, Auston leaned against the window as the other man in the car continued.

“Like, she’s so pretty but her personality just ruins it. Dylan says it’s because our personalities clash, but I think it’s just cause she’s a straight c u next Tuesday, ya know?”

“Holy fuck, Mitch, just shut up.”

“Have you ever thought that maybe you two hate each other so much is because you like each other?”

James Van Riemsdyk had an absolute death wish with those words, receiving the horrid glares of two occupants in the family room they were all currently in.

“Ew, no!” “Definitely not, I’d rather die.”

“That makes so much sense! It’s repressed love, I see it.” Auston smirked, looking between the two of you. “Like I completely see the two of you secretly being in love with each other.”

“I feel nothing but hate for him.”

“The feelings mutual.” Mitch stated, waving his hands around with emphasis.

Quirking an eyebrow at the two of you, Auston laughed. “You’re both liars. I can see the love forming. You two are gonna get married and I’m gonna tell everyone all these stories about this stage of your relationship.”

“Honestly, Matts, I have no feelings for her. Except hatred.”

You nodded your head in agreement, pointing your head towards him as you did so. “I think you’re crazy, Aus.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’ll prove I’m not wrong.”

Before you could protest, Mitch was pulling you towards him and pressing your lips against his. You stood shocked for a moment before you began to kiss back.

It was like your stomach had completely erupted with butterflies, his hands wrapping around your back as you tried to calm down the feelings in your stomach currently jumping around like crazy.

The two of you pulled away from each other, a look of shock evident on both your faces.

“Holy shit.”