MASTERPOST
ASK BOX 👉 closed until further notice
ASK GUIDELINES - I will not write ABC's, nsfw/smut, SA/r*pe, harassment, or murder. I HAVE THE RIGHT TO NOT WRITE SOMETHING!!!!!

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

No title available

JVL

Janaina Medeiros

No title available

blake kathryn
Show & Tell
art blog(derogatory)
YOU ARE THE REASON
One Nice Bug Per Day
Game of Thrones Daily
tumblr dot com
No title available
almost home
sheepfilms
Claire Keane

roma★

Kaledo Art
No title available
Sweet Seals For You, Always
seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from France
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Germany

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Canada

seen from United States
seen from France

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Ukraine
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
@multifandomsofficial
MASTERPOST
ASK BOX 👉 closed until further notice
ASK GUIDELINES - I will not write ABC's, nsfw/smut, SA/r*pe, harassment, or murder. I HAVE THE RIGHT TO NOT WRITE SOMETHING!!!!!
pls get a room
Nothing like Richard Dashut and Lindsey Buckingham working together. Two geniuses of our time.
steve harrington teaching his uncoordinated girl any kind of sport, putting his hands on his hips and trying not to laugh at her even though she's really bad, holding her waist so she's standing, kicking, hitting, whatever it is he has to make sure she's doing it right and it's a coincidence that his hands have to slip under her shirt just a little, they're smiling together and just being idiots as they fall around and trip, it's just a mess of missed hits and stolen kisses, steve showing off, maybe taking his t-shirt off because he's all sweaty now, and her just not paying attention to what he's trying to show her, she's just staring at how good her boy looks right now <3
hockey girlhood is watching the Canes vs Knights on the neighbors TV through the upstairs window because we don't have ESPN
fem reader gets super sick and riff and the jets get together to take care of her?
You take care of the boys whenever they come back from a fight, or a rumble, and they’re littered with scrapes and cuts, so when it’s finally your turn to need care, they don’t hesitate to help. To them, you are mother.
It can imagine it’s flu season, and you are down for the count. You haven’t left bed in two days, not eating much, constantly in and out of a fever, and Riff is worried. He gets his boys together, dividing all of their cash to get you some medicine from Doc’s. I’m sure when Riff and some of the boys walk in, Valentina is not having it. Already walking toward them with a scowl, ready to kick them out, but once Riff says he needs medicine for you, she softens.
“Is she drinking any water?”
Riff shrugs.
“She can die from dehydration, you know. Fever means she has an infection and her body trying to fight it off, but if the fever gets too high…”
None of this is helping Riff’s anxiety.
“I’ll get the medicine,” Valentina walks off toward one of the displays. “Is she eating?”
“Not much…”
“She needs soup, something light.”
Valentina loves you, that’s for certain. She’s not sure what you see in Riff, but whenever you come around, you always bring a smile. She also loves you because you never let Riff walk out of her store with anything hiding in his jean pockets; she’s seen you slap him over the head many times.
Riff had left Baby John to watch over you while they were gone, and once the boys return, they spot him on the floor of the bedroom, reading 1984 by George Orwell to you while you were slept; definitely a copy of yours you left laying around.
“We got her medicine, and some soup… Baby John, did she have any water?”
He nods, closing the book. “Not much, some sips.”
“Action, go make the soup.” Riff demands, striding toward his bedroom where he found you above the covers, in nothing but your nightgown. The fever is breaking again.
“She was asking for you.” Baby John says quietly, still sitting on the floor.
Riff felt a pang of guilt in his chest. He didn’t want to wake you before he left.
“Hey,” he whispers, brushing some hair from your forehead. “We got you some medicine… Valentina said you need to drink more water so you don’t get worse.” Riff grabs the glass from the bedside table. “A few more sips for me, please.”
Baby John thinks this might be the first time he’s ever seen Riff so gentle with you. He wasn’t sure if Riff was even capable of it.
“Action is making you some soup, so you need to eat that, okay?” You weakly nod. Riff keeps thinking back to the conversation with Valentina, how she left it drop that you could potentially die without the proper care, and Riff can’t shake it. He might not care much about his well-being, but he cares about yours, and if anything were to happen to you ever, he doesn’t see a reason to continue on himself.
Melodramatic, sure, but you really are his reason for carrying on.
Riff spoon feeds you the soup in bed and gives you a dose of medicine before he returns back to the boys in the living room. He wants to continue reading 1984 to you, but his reading skills aren’t truly his best, so he leaves that to Baby John. It’s only a couple hours later that they hear the bedroom door creak open, and you emerge with a blanket wrapped around you.
This is the first time they’ve seen you up and walking in days.
“She’s alive!”
“Sound the bells!”
Lots of whooping and hollering that almost makes you turn back around.
ringo and paul being domestic while george lurks in the back:
The Beatles in Mal Evans-Neil Aspinall apartment (1965)
like father like son
Lando and Oscar out of context
Baby John and Riff both wanting to dance with reader at a dance (a dance like the one in the movie), but she dances with someone else. But, both Baby John and Riff notice when a Shark takes notice of her and try to stop it.
Oh, wonderful!
Riff had been hyping himself up all day over this dance because he was finally going to ask you to dance, and maybe if that went well, he was going to ask you on a date. It was just a couple days prior that you finally acknowledged him at the diner, sending Riff into a spiral. As you walked away, the boys began clapping and hollering, patting him on the back.
It might have only been a, “Hey, Riff,” but they were the first words ever spoken to him directly, and he was elated.
Baby John, however, wasn’t having any of it.
“Well, she waved at me.”
“She waves at everyone.”
Come the dance, he couldn’t stop thinking about what you’d be wearing. He spent 40 minutes fixing his hair in the mirror, and another 15 changing his shirt. He doesn’t have many nice clothes, but he wanted to make sure he looked good enough for you.
But it’s when he and couple of the boys arrive, that they’re met by Diesel by the gymnasium doors.
“Probably don’t wanna go in there, buddy.”
Riff is miffed. “Did Baby John already get to her first?”
Diesel raises his eyebrows and blows an exasperated puff of air from his mouth. “Not Baby John.”
Riff tramps in, Action and Ice following behind him. He scans the floor, and it’s not long before he finds you in the arms of some neighborhood kid. It looks casual, he reminds himself, but he doesn’t like it. He spots Baby John and Snowboy over by the bleachers, Baby John clearly heartbroken.
“Don’t worry, bud. You’ll get her another time.” Riff says with a bite.
“I don’t like him.”
“Me either, pal.”
Riff is patient, but only just. Most of the boys and their dates head to the dance floor, leaving him, Baby John and Snowboy to share a flask in the corner. It’s maybe only 10 minutes before Snowboy raises his eyebrows, gesturing over Riff’s shoulder.
He sees you walking off the dance floor toward your friends by the punch bowl; your dress really is as pretty as he’d imagine it to be. But Riff can’t even make a motion to move before a Shark veers off and sidles up beside you, wrapping his arm over your shoulders.
“Oh, fuck.” Snowboy sputters.
“Hey, Riff—” Baby John begins, but is cut short when Riff pushes passed him and saunters off in your direction.
Now, does Riff have a plan? Absolutely not, but he did see how you squirmed when this Shark touched you, and that was enough of a reason for him to intervene.
“Hey,” Riff calls out, stepping at your side. “Been waiting for my dance.” He looks at the arm hanging off your shoulders with a grimace, and back up at the Shark. Riff pinches the sleeve of his shirt, and carefully tosses it off you.
“Hey, get in line, pal.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize she was an amusement park ride.” Riff stands straighter, sizing him up; he could take him.
“Hey, let’s go—I don’t want you to get in trouble.” You whisper quietly to him, turning your body completely into his side. “Krupke is over there watching.”
“Let’im watch.”
“Riff—” You reach down for his hand, and he feels his heart skip a beat. “Bernardo’s coming, let’s go.” He loves a scuff with Bernardo; it’s a thrill to him, but your hands are so soft, and he really doesn’t want you to let go.
“Nice meeting you,” Riff smirks, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and guiding you off.
He does get his dance, and he wouldn’t be a true friend if he didn’t let Baby John get his too.
All You Got
Charles Leclerc x teammate!reader
Masterlist
Summary: You hate Charles Leclerc. The feeling is mutual. He’s made that clear from the very beginning. enemies to lovers anon I hope you’re still here and I hope I got this right!
Word Count: 5.4k
Warnings: alcohol/intoxication, mild swearing, mild car crash (everyone is fine), panic attacks, comments about sexual activities (but no actual sex/smut)
Everyone in the entire world seems to love Charles Leclerc. Honestly, you can’t blame them. Objectively, you get it. He’s the total package- good looks, kind, generous, rich. They fall at his his feet, and they worship the ground he walks on.
Everyone except for you.
To you, everything he does rubs you the wrong way. Charles Leclerc annoys you to no end. You can’t even pinpoint what it is, just- you can’t stand him. Which is becoming a problem, seeing as he’s your teammate, so you have to deal with him constantly.
THE BOYS TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU’RE SICK | F1 GRID
★ — LANDO NORRIS (4)
after you text lando that you won’t be able to make it to your date because you’re in bed with a cold, lando doesn’t hesitate to go see you, even after you’ve warned him not to. “i don’t care if i get ill.” he has said through the phone. he feels awful seeing you so sick, and makes it his life mission to take care of you. once he’s sure you’re warm in bed, lando rushes to the kitchen to make you some tea. and stays all night taking care of you, barely sleeping just to make sure you have a good rest. the next day you feel a lot better but lando still doesn’t let you get out of bed or do anything, spoiling you and doing everything by himself because, “it’s the least i can do.” and, of course, he ends up catching a cold too.
★ — CHARLES LECLERC (16)
chales knows something is wrong when you don’t get out of bed in the morning and begins to worry when he returns home a few hours later and you are curled up on the couch with a blanket all the way up to your head. he sits next to you, wrapping his arms around you, making you rest your head on his chest. “how do you feel? what can i do for you?” but you can only groan in frustration, feeling absolutely hammered. charles gives you a kiss on the forehead before disappearing to the kitchen. he can’t cook, but makes his best effort to make you some soup, searching on the internet and even calling his mom for some advice, and then feeding you, not letting you do anything by yourself.
★ — OSCAR PIASTRI (81)
unfortunately i do kinda love whatever genre of image this is
Sejanus Plinth every time he opened his mouth and challenged an authoritative figure
Part two of boyfriend Riff?
Boyfriend!Riff Headcanon: Part II
I got really into this one. Not so much headcanon, as it was rambling.
Boyfriend!Riff Headcanon: Part 1
Riff isn’t scared of many things.
But one thing he is scared of is you.
You bailed him out of jail one night. He had called one of the boys, but they didn’t have the money, so they called the only person they know who did.
The moment he saw you, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes booming.
“Shrank, how ‘bout I just hang here ‘til mornin’?”
“Riff, get your ass out of here.”
Once out the door, you smacked him over the head. “Why are you so fuckin’ stupid, huh?”
He tried to make it up to you – he really tried – but sometimes that boy just does stupid shit.
He’ll just run his mouth like it’s in a marathon.
Whenever you and Riff are at Doc’s, you have to keep a close eye on him. More so, keep a close eye on where he puts his hands.
He promised he’d steal less, but less is the keyword.
If you see him sneak anything out, you always reimburse Valentina.
Valentina grew a liking to you quickly. She doesn’t understand what you see in Riff, but hey, the heart wants what it wants.
Riff loves to surprise you with gifts.
Sometimes they’re flowers he handpicked himself at the park.
And sometimes it’s a cheap necklace from a vender at the market.
He actually saved for it, he promises you.
He loves dates with you.
You two will go to dances and then find empty closets and classrooms to be alone in.
He’ll take you to the diner and share a milkshake, go to the movies – get handsy at the movies – and most of the time it’s back to your place immediately after.
Seldomly, you two end up back at his. Most of the boys crash there, so at least you know you can be alone at yours, and have no boys knocking on the door every fifteen minutes.
He never really pictured himself as a family man.
Really didn’t think he’d live long enough to see it happen.
But lately he finds himself thinking about you with a bump, and a little Riff running around.
You said you can only handle one of him. Two of him, you’d be ripping your hair out.
He’s not sure how you aren’t already.
He’d drop down on one knee right now if he could, but he wants a nice ring, one that would take many months to save up. Maybe years. If there’s one thing he wants to go all out on, it’s that.
He has a tin hidden in his closet of all the money he’s saving for that ring.
He wants to be better, mostly for you. He wants to be someone you’d be proud to have next to you.
Boys Who Rumble
Pairing: Riff x female!Reader
Summary: Riff broke up with her months ago, too scared that he'd end up hurting her somehow. And yet when Tony hears about the rumble his friend has planned, it's still Y/N who he turns to for help trying to convince Riff to call it off
Warnings: Violence (I mean... it's wss what do you expect? lmao), swearing, mentions of drug use
Word Count: 3,750
A/N: Heya so this is my first riff fic so I hope it's alright! I might write a second part to it (maybe as like a prologue or smth like them getting together for the first time?) so let me know what you think! Remember to reblog, comment and everything - anything to tell me your thoughts! Requests are open at the moment so feel free to send them into my inbox :)
Happy reading!
If Y/N was to write a list ranking who she felt was most likely to pay her a visit at her place of work, Tony was probably in last place.
It wasn't that they didn't get along - on the contrary, before he had been sent away for a year, they were pretty close friends what with their mutual link to Riff - but, a lot had changed in the year he was gone. And one of the more major things - something that Tony hadn't believed when he was initially told about it - was that Y/N and Riff had broken up.
And even with Y/N and Riff still being on friendly - though undeniably awkward and painful - terms, there was little reason for Tony to seek her out anymore.
And yet here he was, leaning against the counter casually, looking rather out of breath and a scowl on his face as he waited for her to finish serving the customer currently waiting on their food. Y/N passed it over with a smile on her face, one which became a lot more confused, her eyebrows raising and lips twitching in slight amusement as the customer turned away to leave and there was just Tony and Y/N left in the store.
F1 meme of the day (#20)