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leclercsluvs · 9 months ago

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CL16 | Already Over | smau

part 3 | masterlist

an: this will include sort of cheating (not really sure what to classify it as), and for that i am going to be using pics of charles and alex, however do i see any alex hate you are blocked or something, thank you very much) fc: sabrina carpenter pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader ib: vicious by @azulpitlane and the album 'emails i can't send' by sabrina carpenter

charles_leclerc

liked by scuderiaferrari, carlossainz55 and 1.503.666 others charles_leclerc nice weekend! i'm happy with my results, and glad to finally introduce you to my girl <3 tagged: scuderiaferrari, carlossainz55

danielricciardo mate what?

carlossainz55 i literally saw her like once

lecworld oop the tea is being spilled

pierregasly great job this weekend! (very unimpressed i find out about your relationship through insta, i'm hurt)

landonorris what's her name again?

alex_albon wow you almost cut me out

charles_leclerc sorry mate i needed to fit in carlos carlossainz55 i do look amazing in that photo

y/nswrld damn the drivers did not hold back

ricsbestglam ikrrr??? like whats going onnnn?? i need the teaaa lecs.aep riiiight?? it's a neeeed

f1wagsupdates

liked by lecslvr, sharl.aep and 693 others f1wagsupdates charles new girlfriend spotted at the race! she looks so pretty, yet we haven't been able to find out what her name is tagged: charles_leclerc

lecslvr oh my goddd she's gorgeous

leclercs.aep she looks a lot like someone i've seen around in paris. i think she goes to one of the art schools there, i think her name is alexandra or something like that

f1girl1644 we must DIG and find her! charles_lechair or maybe theres a reason charles hasn't told anyone her @ like maybe she likes that people can't stalk her account and point out every flaw

yourusername

liked by danielricciardo, yourbff and 2.562.827 others yourusername give me a second to forget i ever really meant it 🫨 fast times out now! music video out in a few days. hope you enjoy it (the dark hair is just a wig, i didn't dye my hair for a mv)

y/nsworld NEW MUSICC???

y/n.aep omg totally in love with this song!

scfty/n oh so they're like over over??

lecslvr i guess 😭 charles was literally seen kissing a girl and posting her on his ig

norris.aep oh is this going to be an album? about CHARLES??

lqvey/n omg i HOPEEE

danielricciardo so proud of you!

yourusername thank uuuu

carlossainz55 very nice song!

yourusername 🥰

yourusername

liked by danielricciardo, milomanheim and 3.413.034 others yourusername feather is out now!! thank you to everyone who's supported me, and a big thanks to milo for agreeing to be the guy in the elevator 💔 anyway here's a few sneak peaks for the music video, personally my fav, out october 31st!! tagged: milomanheim

y/nsb1tch ohhh who did you blockkk?

yourfriend so you finally listened?

yourusername well i suppose someone knocked some sense into me yourbff happy to be of help 🫡 yoursister girl you should have listened from the beginning. he was BAD NEWS yourfriend we've been telling her!! yoursister did i tell how he responded when she was in that accident? yourbff uhm no??! do spill!!! yoursister TO THE GROUPCHAT yourusername oh lord....

milomanheim thanks for giving me this opportunity. never been in a music video and i did enjoy being the guy in the elevator. even if i didn't get that happy ending

yourusername we'll work together again sometime, and you'll get your happy ending 🙃

luvmilo UHMM WHAT?? okay but like he's gonna eat that role up no matter what it is

leclercssupportsystem okay but why does that guy lowkey look a bit like charles??? i fear 'guy in the elevator' and 'not happy ending' is not good LMAO did she kill him in the mv or something?

yourusername 👀

danielricciardo proud to have been an inspiration 😌

yourusername inspiration and inspiration 🤷‍♀️ sure we were texting when the idea came, but you didn't contribute much :) carlossainz55 she owned you mate danielricciardo now that's just rude :(( yourusername sorry. thanks for the amazing inspiration daniel 🫶 landonorris did you get a sneak peak of it too? maxverstappen1 only a sneak peak? i got the whole song like a week ago 🤷‍♂️ pierregasly you guys got to hear it? kevinmagnussen you guys knew about it?

lcvssjeed some of the drivers being in the comments is making my heart super happy

y/nsvfx no because same! maybe we’ll see her back in the paddock again? 👀 yourusername: wouldn’t wanna miss lando get his first win 😉 vspxcharles OMG OMG OMG SHE REPLIED

scuderiaferrari

liked by charles_leclerc, carlossainz55 and 1.329.082 others scuderiaferrari a nice 1-2 this weekend! happy to see charles on top of that podium again! tagged: charles_leclerc, carlosssainz55

charles_leclerc felt good to be back on top!

carlossainz55 such a good weekend! can't wait for more

leclerswings hes such and angel! 😇

lecsgirl so we just decided to ignore that he supposedly cheated on y/n??

leclerc16 CHARLES P1!!! congratssss

char.aeps so once he drops y/n he starts performing great again? do we think she was the reason he couldn't perform?

angelic.y/n don't you dare try and put the blame on my baby angel! char.aeps she's not so innocent tho 💀 angelic.y/n what's that supposed to mean? was she the one running around being all flirty with two people at once? didn't think so

yourusername

liked by landonorris, yourbff and 2.562.827 others yourusername vicious out now! happy i was able to perform it at coachella! such an experience!

danielricciardo wow you never fail to amaze!

maxverstappen1 is this about a certain person we all collectively don't like?

yourusername perhaps 🤭 maxverstappen1 good to know landonorris may i ask, why you have not done something about it? maxverstappen1 what do you want me to do? pierregasly push him off the track. take revenge for 2012 maxverstappen1 do not remind me of that or i'll push YOU off the track.

carlossainz55 amazing!

y/ncore the drivers being so supportive even tho it's about charles treating y/n like shit is my roman empire

lestappenlvr love how she tries and makes it seem like charles was the bad guy 🙄

y/n.vsp maybe because he was the bad guy? lestappenlvr and how would you know?? y/n.vsp i dont, but hearing these songs, idk i dont think we should jump to any conclusions since we don't have the full story, but we all saw charles running around with that "alexandra" girl while he was definitely still with y/n lestappenlvr well if you dont know why are you speaking about it?? y/n.vsp y'know i could ask you the same thing.

leclercs.aep maybe she should have kept her legs closed lmao

yourusername

liked by yourfriend, yourbff and 2.562.827 others yourusername i wish we stayed just like we were up there </3

yourbff we should hang out soon!

yourusername uhm yes! yourfriend i better be invited! yourusername duh!! danielricciardo can i have an invite too? yourbff depends are you like *that guy*? danielricciardo uhh never 🫠 yourusername you can be there :))

y/nsangel aww how cute (who is she talking about?)

scfty/n probably charles? y/nsangel who? scfty/n charles_leclerc they used to date a little while ago, but it's suspected he cheated on her

scfty/n literally in love with her

y/nswrld who isnt?

scuderiaferrari

liked by charles_leclerc, leclercsbae and 729.362 others scuderiaferrari hoping for another 1-2 finish this weekend! tagged: charles_leclerc, carlossainz55

leclercsbae charles looks so gooooood!!

charles_leclerc definitely going to try!!

carlossainz55 better hope for a P2, i’m going for that top step 💪 charles_leclerc keep dreaming mate, i’m taking that P1 yourusername oh so you do know how to reply?? angelic.y/n oop the tea clfan girl what are you doing here? you're not with him anymore y/n.video they might not be, but her and carlos seems to be friends, so it makes sense shes still following ferrari chili55 i’ve never seen them interact? luvy/n he’s been really supportive of her music, commenting on her post and using her songs on his story

maxv3rs1appen_ i doubt it. with max and red bull being strong you should be lucky to get P3

norris.vfx nahhh lando is gonna get his win this weekend (let me be delulu i need it)

yourusername we're rooting for him 💪

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, yourbff and 3.927.175 others yourusername thank you to everyone who's been with me through this journey. i'm happy to finally be back on tour, emails i can't send has been out for a few days, i hope you like this album i've been working on. i will not be naming any names, but if a song is about you, you probably know 😉

yourbff SO HAPPY YOU'RE BACKKK (i better get tickets>:(!!)

yourusername i guess you'll have to buy them then 🤷‍♀️

video.y/n okay so i went to one of the first concerts of the tour AND SOME OF THE DRIVERS WERE THERE 🥹

angelic.y/n waittt you have to tell which ones!! video.y/n well carlos, daniel, lando, pierre, max, george, lewis, kevin, alex and logan all stood together (so i assume they went together???) leclercsluv no way!! i went to! i actually saw a certain charles in the crowd and i was pretty shocked

danielricciardo one of the best concerts i've been to

maxverstappen1 usually i don't go to concerts, but i'd go to y/n's again in a heartbeat danielricciardo ofc you would ;) landonorris now what is that supposed to mean daniel??? 🤨 danielricciardo 🤐 yourusername thank you all for being there 🥰 it meant a lot to me 🫶 danielricciardo especially max 👀 alex_albon daniel behave 😑

lecslover charles lurking in the likes???

charles_leclerc i truly am sorry for what i did. do you think you'd ever be able to forgive me?

youbff no. yourfriend no. yoursister no. danielricciardo no. yourusername maybe with time. not right now tho. go take care of your new girl. you'll know when i'm ready.

part 4

tags: @exotic-iris13 @callsignwidow

#f1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 x y/n #formula one x you #f1 x you #f1 x female reader #f1 x y/n #formula 1 smau #f1 smau #formula one smau #formula 1

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mncxbe · 1 year ago

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𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: bsd, csm, headcanons fluff n smut♡

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: since Vday will be here soon I wanted to do a little something♡ hope you like it babes

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑ ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑ ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑

𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢

sneaky bastard. he pretends to forget about Valentine's day just to see your cute pout– "aww bella didn't know you cared so much about this silly little day. fine, fine, you got me. I did get you a gift"

totally gets you a very thoughtful gift and writes you a letter. he's really not good at expressing his feelings through words, so letters have to do

he wakes up early so he can pick fresh flowers for you from the park. I really think Dazai isn't the type to buy you tacky bouquets. and of course he makes you breakfast in bed– "rise and shine, beautiful. I made you your favourite." he'd purr, placing a plate of hot blueberry pancakes in front of you "dig in, we have plans today"

definitely skips work so he can spend time with you, but he eventually has to go to the Ada office after Kunikida threatens to fire him. don't worry tho, he'll make up for the lost time when he comes back home in the evening

that night he's more gentle than usual, making sure that you enjoy yourself. after all the day is all about you and he's going to do his best to please you– "Ah fuck 'donna you're doing so well. you like it? s-sure hope you do angel 'm gonna make you cum f'me alright? atta girl..."

𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚

he's such a gentleman omg

because of his job, he can't be there with you when you wake up, but you can be sure he's going to leave you a romantic note on the nightstand

he sends you flowers and expensive praline boxes at work just to make sure that your female colleagues envy you–"everyone needs to know how well i treat my pretty girl, right baby?"

in the evening he finally gets the chance to give you the rest of his gifts: lingerie, expensive perfumes and of course, his affections and undivided attention♡

a candle lit, bubble bath with a glass of wine is mandatory. you lay in his arms, your back flush against his chest while he plays with your hair, whispering the sweetest things in your ear "i love you, pretty girl. i'm glad that you're mine never forget that"

𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚

sweet boy, he's so confused and overwhelmed

he doesn't really understand the whole point of Valentine's day but he wantes to make the day special for you

he plans it weeks ahead, asking Chuuya for advice. i see him talking to Gin about what gifts he could give you; she's his sister after all, she must know what a girl wants

Akutagawa buys you books for Valentine's day. a book-bouquet to be more specific and makes you dinner at home

please show him that you care and appreciate his efforts. he's super anxious about it– "You mean it was nice? you enjoyed yourself with me, right? oh thank god"

after dinner, he wouldn't mind getting down to some more intimate activities♡ if you want that ofc. once he's back in your arms with his face buried in the crook of your neck as he fucks you slowly, he finally manages to relax, all worries seeping out of him "My angel... I-I love you so much ah fuck- please never leave me" yea, he gets very emotional

𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢

he straight up forgets about Valentine's day, it's just not a priority for him and no matter how many times you try to hint at it he doesn't get it

he's confused when he sees you pouting and doesn't really understand what's wrong? but once he gets to work Teruko tells him that it's Valentine's day he's so mad at himself.

ofc he tries to make up for it in the evening when he gets home from work

he brings you a bouquet of roses (one of the pre-made ones y'all know what i'm talking about💀) but it's the thought that counts and apologises for forgetting– "i'm sorry sweetheart, didn't mean to upset you, ya know? i had a lot on my plate lately and it just slipped my mind. c'mon baby don't be mad"

he doesn't drop it until you accept his apology. if you're up for it he takes you out to dinner at the most expensive place in town♡

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐞

man... where do i even start

he doesn't get the point of it either, just sees the day as an opportunity to spend time with his beloved♡

despite his cold demeanour, Kishibe's a real thoughtful person. he doesn't buy you any overly expensive gifts but he picks flowers for you probably sneaks some from the cemetery too

if you wanna do something special he's totally down for it– "Hm? You wanna go have dinner at that new place in town? Sure, dear, I'll book us a table don't worry about it."

he's not very affectionate either but once you two are back home, in the comfort of your apartment, his tongue loosens a bit–"Ya know, princess, you're one of the best things that happened to me. thank you, really. why're you laughing, i'm serious. you know i don't joke about matters of the heart"

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥

you probably have to explain the concept of Valentine's day to him

Angel's too lazy to plan anything for the two of you so you have to settle for ordering takeout and watching a movie

lets you cuddle him if you insist enough and make sure that every inch of your skin is covered so he doesn't accidentally drain your lifespan

hear me out now. stargazing with him >>

he's the happiest man on earth if you gift him a pack of ice cream cones or some flowers. he's definitely the type to press them just because they're a gift from you and he treasures every little thing you do for him, even if he doesn't always show it

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kaijuparfait · 8 months ago

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long ramble of me going through the venom trailer because i am insane totally normal about it

this isn't anything professional, just me spouting out random words as i run around in circles like an excited dog-

OK LET'S GO:

firstly... king please change your clothes its been years, why are you still wearing that exact same outfit???

BUT i am a sucker for the light going over and past Eddie as he walks, i just think it's so cool hehe,,

E: "You should probably know that I have a really dark and unpredictable side to me."

hmmm... i'll believe you. at first, it sounds like he's telling this to Venom, but I wouldn't be surprised if Eddie is telling this to someone else and this "dark and unpredictable side" is Venom.... Or he is telling this to Venom and Eddie just really wants to kill now which. I am ok with that, love that for them, they should be allowed to do what they want

cleanly punching off the lock via the ~ Power of Friendship ~ (or something like that)

not the dogs :( i'm assuming this is a place to hold dogs for like. dog fighting?? i think? which is terrible and those guys deserved to get their heads eaten!

E: "I'm giving you a chance, sweetie."

LET. EDDIE. KILL. everyone say thank you Tom Hardy for being Eddie cause WOAH i am. normal.

V: "Just say "when"." E: "...when."

WE'RE SO BACK its just like the "Mask!" "Copy." bit from the first movie omg we're so back, these two make me ill i love them sm

also Eddie not even flinching at the knife, most likely Venom turning off the pain (or something) but I like to think Eddie's just cool like that (these close ups of Eddie's face makes me wanna do a study on him, just draw him a million times for the fun of it, and i will! Tom Hardy is a beautiful man!)

either venom is fully acting as shoes or Eddie is wear the most busted up pair of crocs i have ever seen and both options are so great. either way- KICK! that guy is GONE you even see him slouched against the wall, surrounded by bricks in a later scene, Venom and Eddie are not messing around this movie!

I- hhhhh. ok. I'm ok. Yeah these two are NOT messing around, Eddie could not care less about these dudes, there is no hesitating, no guilt, no fear in this man's expression AND I LOVE IT <333 GET ANGRY! GET SCARY!!!

AND WE HAVE THE BOI. THERE HE IS!!! the roar sounds different too i think, it's very cool tho, feels like a shrill, higher pitch than i expected but i don't dislike it

let the dogs be free! they immediately start attacking those guys and i love it <3 doggy :3

AND EDDIE IS FIGHTING TOO WOOOOO i need to redraw all of these frame cause WHEW! making me blush with these shot compositions, so good. so much trust, Eddie knows Venom will keep him safe and jumps in! literally! i adore how Venom's head is following him too, it's so creepy, the way it just slithers through the air, I wish to send all my love to the teams who work on Venom, there are so many points from the trailer and the first 2 movies that I wanna dissect, just to point out all his little movements, very fun

speaking of his little movements- squinty eyes :3 and the half venom, half eddie face again! always a win, forever iconic <3

tearing apart this venom scene OK! the little tendrils by Eddie's face, the way they move around is so UGH its so weird and i adore it! This "pose" is also fun because we really get to see the inside of Venom's mouth, most importantly his teeeeeth, in a long, pretty still shot that isn't when his mouth is wide open, the artist in me is loving it

also the team always does an amazing job on just making Venom look alien- the thick veins, the shiny black skin, and the tendrils that are holding up the bad guy split apart, instead of being just one tentacle, very gross, but in a good way

E: "We.. are..-" V: "WE ARE VENOM!" E: "We.. are..-" V: "VENOM!!" E: "No.."

They share one braincell, holy fudge, I love symbrock fjdkslfjsdk

and Eddie just keeps trying! same tone, same level, and Venom is so excited

V: "Oh!"

(I also love these shots because we get a nice close up of how Venom's mouth moves when pronouncing words)

E: "Yeah.. We.." V: "We.." E + V: "are... Venom." E: "...We really need to work on that."

and they get there eventually lmao, the way they say it is so in sync, even the eye movements are the same, how they open wider, and THE VOICES hhhh the voices.,,.. Tom Hardy is such a good. voice actor? in this sense ig.. i am on the ground, pure joy with how Eddie and Venom's voices overlap here

and Venom goes to town! lovely meal <3 getting a meal with the bf <3

I am LOOKING oh my goodness his mouth can open WIDE... normal feelings rn, yup, mhm!

doggy :D dog friends :D also Eddie no shot you stole that guy's shoes lmao??? nice boots tho (as someone who wears cowboy boots often, i would love to see Eddie in a full outfit.. putting that in the drawing idea list...)

V: "DELICIOUS! You take me to all the finest places!"

see! dinner date! :3 I can just hear the smile on Venom, i love when he's happy

and the world's most pathetic wet cat of a man (I say with the upmost affection) is back!

more proof that Eddie is never NOT sweating and that Tom Hardy's Eddie voice has the most confusing accent- i think he's saying

E: "Honey, I don't know."

but he could very well just be stuttering, or maybe he stopped midway and instead said "I need- I don't know." but i'm hoping they're at the point of pet names, go full comic, let Eddie call Venom "love" and "dear" and "my darling"

[Edit- thank you @.bridoesotherjunk for pointing out that he says "I need a Tylenol." i need better listening comprehension i guess??? lol?]

i don't know 100% of the Venom lore, still have tons of comics to read, so i won't talk much about the potential storyline here but- 4 SYMBIOTES!! maybe maybe maybe the Life Foundation Symbiotes... these babies got some funky colors.. they already used the name Riot but these 4 could be Lasher, Phage, Scream and Agony if i pray hard enough, the colors don't match but i can dream!

totally not emotional over this little bit of Venom that was left behind from that one after credits scene trying to bond with a host gently. yup yeah my heart isn't hurting at all!

LET MY BOY GO, HE DID NO WRONG!!!

my favorite local cryptid, what a creature

and he changed! finally! nice shirt tho, buttoned up only part way? the HAIR??? good stuff

fire seems to be a known weakness now, looking at the background, and i can't guess what they're looking up at, Eddie does speed up for it tho. I'm gonna say either a helicopter or something else they're gonna try and jump up to? Venom does go-

V: "OH SHIT"

during this scene so maybe it's one of those Symbiotes from before? Who knows, I could guess a hundred things but idk

THE WATER SCENE!! FROM THAT ONE BEHIND THE SCENES PHOTO TOM HARDY POSTED!!!

Venom in the last bit and Eddie being just himself if the first portion of these clips show that these guys 100% know what they're doing and have some sort of device (shown in the right image) that is capable of doing some crazy damage to Venom! Which! Oh no!!! I enjoy fight scenes underwater tho (Looks at Godzilla), very hyped for this one, I really wanna see how Venom swims. Yeah that sounds a bit weird but like. no way he's swimming like a human, c'mon now

E: "We are living the dream, my friend V: "You mean it?!" E: "NO."

Can't get over Venom's delivery here, he sounds so genuinely, it made me laugh, especially to how exhausted Eddie sounds lmao

LAS VEGAS??? y'all guessed right, they really are gonna get married in vegas,,

Eddie in a suit, HELLO??? my guy is looking snazzy! really tho, he looks so nice a suit, the BLACK AND WHITE suit? perfect. I saw people saying that they hope that Venom is the suit and just. me too..

MRS. CHEN RETURNS omg this cast are all so <333 she is GORGEOUS that dress is beautiful on her AND HER HAIR Mrs. Chen my beloved

Mrs. Chen sounds so happy to see Eddie, and Venom also very excitedly say hi, my heart is going to burst, it is overflowing, this part of the trailer makes me smile so much AND THEN THEY DANCE WITH EACH OTHER!!! I know it's called The Last Dance but I was not expecting a dance with Mrs. Chen??? I am more than ok with this tho, Venom and Mrs. Chen, dancing on the stairs, they look so happy, they're having such a good time i can't, my heart can't take this <3

AND LOOK HOW THEY HOLD HER HANDS.. they... they care about each other so much i'm going to cry in the theaters- no i'm gonna cry NOW.

is that a xenophage i see??? that thing is HUGE HUH??? i fully understand Venom in this (side note, i ADORE how Venom goes "JESUS CHRIST" upon seeing this thing, the line delivery get's better every film, that was so genuine) this design is insane tho, i might spend some time doing a study on it

Toxin is here! YIPPEE!!! love the voice, thought it was Venom for a second the first time i watch this but its pretty good

I have no clue who the people are that are in this tower thing, I've seen a few theories but i ain't embarrassing myself by guessing wrong here lmao

(running out of image spaces sorry!)

in the clip of Venom walking into this lab (?) and then getting violently shot at, is it just me or does Venom seem small? I'm guessing the door is just really big but like. idk maybe i'm just mixing up my Venoms and thinking that he's not as big as I remember

really quick cut of what may be 2 more Symbiotes like the 4 from earlier? maybe they're the same and are just changing colors, maybe they're new, who knows! I love their colors tho, the one on the right (in the clip) looks like it's blue and pink and i think that's cute

Xenophage breaks into this lab, love that for her, she is still terrifying!

E: "We may not make it out of this alive, buddy."

haha what do you mean by that king?

V: "Eddie... the time has come..."

HAHA PAUSE. uhm. he said the same thing last time at the end of Let There Be Carnage and Eddie didn't let him go but, istg, IF THEY DIE AT THE END OF THIS MOVIE. i know its the last of the trilogy BUT THEY DON'T NEED TO DIE, SONY, MARVEL, DON'T DO THIS TO ME. i am going cry violently at the writers... i don't think i will ever stop crying if they die at the end

they're in this busted up helicopter, already intriguing, but when it zooms in on Eddie's face, he's tearing up??? this movie is checking off every emotion, i need to remember to stay hydrated before i go see it, i will cry so much

I don't even think i'll be able to handle just one of them dying, the end of the first movie made me tear up the first time i saw it, and that was before i was as insane about them as i am now, i will be UNWELL in the theater

And last but certainly not least. HORSE VENOM WOOOOOO

the design for this things is insane, i didn't think i'd ever wanna draw a horse in my life but like.. kinda changing my mind ngl (weird detail, Venom horse has hands and feet and not hooves!)

E: "Be honest with me, how fast do you think you can make that thing go, without killing it?" V: "..ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!"

Venom sounds a bit muffled in this clip which makes it a bit more funny to me, i won't lie. Eddie is hanging on FOR HIS LIFE THOUGH, geez i know he said "how fast" but Eddie gets LAUNCHED OFF VENOM when they go over that cliff. fun reference to the first movie, how Venom grabs onto Eddie as he flies up, like on the motorcycle <3

this horse scene has to be earlier on because Eddie is in The Outfit and is also not wearing shoes??? i refuse to believe he'd put it back on, and in the helicopter-"it is time" clip, Eddie is wearing that white shirt, which looks like the undershirt to the suit (maybe) so the Las Vegas scene happens before them running from the explosion/fire.

oh right, the song that's playing? Space Oddity by David Bowie? yeah it's about an astronaut dying along in space.... which... is not very comforting...

god this trailer makes me so hyped, October cannot come faster i need this movie NOW. please.

man the trailer is kinda confusing, i'm already making guesses on where things happen and what the context could be, but literally anything could happen in this film. there are so many things that just don't make sense yet and it's hurting my brain I JUST WANNA KNOW! are those new Symbiotes or not? What even is the plot? Will Eddie and Venom profess their love to each other? Will Sleeper be real? How many times will this movie make me cry? Only time will tell

...and it's only the first trailer! head so full of thoughts, heart so full of emotions!

#gonna go draw Eddie in a suit brb i promise im feeling totally normal about this trailer #and definitely won't be thinking of domestic Symbrock... or really angsty gory Symbrock...#kaijuparfait words #venom #venom the last dance #venom: the last dance #venom 3 #venom movie #symbrock #eddie brock #veddie #venom symbiote

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venerawrites · 10 months ago

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So we all love Gaara huh

IM DEAD HUNGRY FOR JEALOUS GAARA HDCANONS AAAAAAA

I read ur shino one it was scrumptious ☹️💕

author's note: omg, I have been waiting to write something about jealous! Gaara 😫 thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like it! <3

This may be a bit of an unpopular opinion, but I believe Gaara is a very jealous individual, to the point it is even a little bit toxic. Well, at least at the beginning of your relationship...

hear me out tho!

Gaara has never been in a relationship before, so everything is completely new to him… including the feeling of jealousy.

Despite being a changed man, he is still very self-conscious about his past. He often questions himself and wonders if you think less of him because of the things he has done.

In the beginning of your relationship he has a tendency to be paranoid that you’re going to find someone else or that you don’t view your relationship as seriously as he did.

If he sees any male even talking to you, a feeling of uneasiness would wash over him.

What are you talking about? Why are you smiling at them? Are they flirting with you? Why are you not stepping away from them?

All these questions would torture his mind, but he would not voice them out loud. He doesn’t want to scare you or push you away, so I imagine he will suffer in silence.

Boy thinks he is good at hiding his emotions, but would totally be passive-aggressive during the mission brief with that one male who talked with you earlier that day.

A lot of tongue-clicking, eye-rolling, and critiquing, to the point that even Kankuro would pick up something is wrong.

In my mind, he is a guy who would get jealous of your previous relationship (assuming that you had a partner before him).

Because everything is so new and exciting to him, he can’t help but get irritated by the idea that someone else has touched your body before him and has shared late-night kisses with you.

If you mention your ex for any reason, he would either let out a scoff or quickly change the subject.

If your ex is your teammate for example, he would totally abuse his position as a Kazekage to change your teams or send you on separate missions.

Overall, he can be a little bit childish and immature, but he will grow and change as your relationship progresses.

With lots of patience, love gestures, and words of assurance (maybe a little bit of scolding too) you would ease his worries and with time he would understand how silly he was behaving.

cc artwork: concept art for "Assassin's Creed: Origins"

#naruto imagines #gaara x reader #gaara imagine #gaara headcanons #gaara of the sand

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keelt9 · 3 months ago

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OPIUM POPPY

Masterlist

This is nuts, I never in my whole life have I’ve seen so many pumpkins in a short period of time, I mean in 15 minutes.

I totally forgot the first week of October Lilian receives like every year a full load of pumpkins from a local farm, for sale on halloween. It was until early morning a big truck parked in front of the florist’s full of pumpkins.

“The back room is full, I think we should put it here.” Gael said, coming out of the room full of orange fruits. “Don’t worry, it's normal, relax.”

I nod as I keep signing the paper of receipt; between the bouquets, pumpkins start to take place.

The sound of the door makes me realize that yes, customers will be coming along with the pumpkins.

“Hi, I’ll be there in a pumpkin.” The scoff of Gael makes me correct myself. “In a second, I’ll be with you in a second.”

“This will be over in four days.” Gael jokes with me walking around the place trying to put in order all the pumpkins.

“Days?!” Gael carried another pumpkin to the back room.

“So, all are here.” I get down my head trying to figure out who four days can become, at least in two.

“Everybody here knows, huh?” The soft giggles sound familiar now, turning around I see Joe arm cross but with a smile.

“Lilian let us know a few days earlier pumpkins are coming.” I curse underneath seeing the last pumpkin enter the florist’s.

Gael greeted Joe in total calm with a bouquet in his hands. Mental note, asking him why he didn’t say anything the first few days I was here about Joe.

“This is about to be smashed, where do you want it?” A small opium poppy bouquet is safe in his hands, I was working on that before the pumpkin rain interrupted.

I looked around beside the bouquets in their places, it wasn’t any empty spot.

“I’ll take it.” Joe answered by taking the bouquet looking around to the orange room. “And my pumpkins.”

Making Gael and I laugh. “Are you leaving my heartsease?” This time Joe laughs so hard.

“Just for a while.” I chuckle taking the bow to put the ribbon around it, meanwhile Gael takes the 5 big pumpkins to Joe’s car.

“I haven’t seen you in days, you get the number?” This time I chose a yellow ribbon.

Joe clears his throat and a big smile appears on his face, good news. “I did.”

“And?” I give it to him one more time, but he licks his lips. “No way! You haven’t texted her, right?”

“It’s not that easy. What could I tell her?” Joe complains, raising his shoulders.

I cross my arms. “Who could tell? Joe Burrow it’s a shy guy after all.” The loud bump of Gael's arm distracts us for a second.

“I’m fine! I don’t see the wall.” Joe and I laughed seeing Gael carrying the last pumpkin.

I think for a second when Collin's message gives an idea. “What about if you tell her about your day?”

Joe scoffs seeing the flowers. “My day?”

“Hey! If you tell her, maybe she will tell you about hers. I bet you don’t have a boring life.” Joe laughs softly as he puts his hands on his waist. “I don’t know, the good one on this it’s Lilian, you should have asked her when she was here.”

One more time the door opens, this time the Hunter twins arrive with big eyes running when they see the pumpkin ocean.

“Mom, it’s time!” Mrs. Hunter smiles knowing that maybe her shop of flowers will turn in a car full of pumpkins.

“I’ll leave you, thanks for the advice.” Joe jokes as we walk to the exit. “I’ll send you a photo after I finish my work of art.”

He points to the 5 big pumpkins in his car. “I count on that.”

It was a long day, a lot of pumpkins are still around, it seems we barely reached clean the front of the florist’s. Gael came from the back room tired as I was ready to go home.

“Do you need help tomorrow for the small ones?” I choke with my sip of water.

“Small ones?!” Gael jokes and explains to me, the first day the big pumpkins arrived and the next the small ones, less than big ones. “Omg!”

“I’ll come tomorrow morning, have a good night boss.” Gael said, walking with his backpack to the exit as he picked his big pumpkin.

On my way to Lilian’s apartment a message from a strange number appears on the screen. Joe sent a photo of one of his big pumpkins, a scary face on it, set in his front door.

I thought if with the frequency of his messages increasing I’ll probably not see him so much, to be honest it’s way much easier, order flowers than come to pick it up, but no; his 3 day visit continues with the same excitement as always.

“Ok, ok, wait for a second.” I stretch my arms and hands.

When Lilian knows that I have a local full of pumpkins and there aren't any of them on our door, she calls every morning, afternoon and night until I agree I’ll try my best to put at least one.

In all my life, yes, I decorated pumpkins but my mom and dad, even Collin, are in charge of taking out all the pulp and giving it a proper form, until today.

Reason why, I’ll call my dad early this morning to guide me through this.

“We’re almost there honey, just one eye and a nose and it will be over.” Dad had his cup of coffee next to him as he finished his third pumpkin.

“I 100% prefer painting them.” After a week, the florist’s is empty of pumpkins, with halloween in 3 days, you start to see kids with costumes from early hours.

One more hour and I finally finished one pumpkin. “We can start the other when you feel ready.”

I shake my head taking out the gloves as I scoff. “Lilian said one, there is one.”

Dad laughs as he smiles softly at me. “One kid far away and the other ready to go.”

Lately with me away from home and Collin next to do it too, our parents turn into really sentimental people.

The sound of the door announced the first customer of the day. “I have to go, thanks dad.”

He smiles waving his hand before hanging out.

I found Joe with his bag in his hand and sunglasses on, making me smile. The Bengals have a game in Las Vegas.

“You know, there are barely a few sunlights.” He laughs as I point to his sunglasses. “I guess you’re leaving early, huh?”

Joe nods. “We do. And you’re covered in orange.” I look down at a lot of pumpkin on me.

“I just made horrible things to a pumpkin.” He laughs as he is searching for something in his bag. “I sadly guess, there is no bouquet today, huh?”

“I’m afraid don’t but…” He smiled when he found it in his bag. “Here.”

A small pumpkin painted in gray an black, it’s squidward.

“Oh my God! This is amazing.” I observed utterly fascinate.

“It’s for you.” My brain stops working for more than a second. “You said you need one, so, I’ll hope it works.”

I feel so flattered for a pumpkin. “Whoa, hm, thank you, thank you so much.” Joe smiles grow bigger after seeing me smiling.

“Well, mhm I have to go, I’ll see you when I come back.” I nod unable to say another word as he walks out of the place.

Until I see an orange opium poppy on the desk. “Joe!” He stops outside of the florist’s; with a tremble on my hands I give him the flower. “Who dey.”

Joe chuckles and I could swear I see him blushing.

Halloween approached in a blink of an eye, suddenly it's Halloween morning; people with costumes since the very first hours of the morning, kids running all over the streets excited for the night and another just with a small item of Halloween in their clothes.

“In your house?!” Gael screamed from the backroom, he just arrived. “You can come with me.”

I chuckled as I took a last review to the orders of the day. “Take your boss to a Halloween party? No, I will pass.”

Since yesterday night when I told him I'll be resting at home on Halloween night he keeps complaining that I should go to a bar for a drink instead of spending the night in Lilian's house.

“Besides I have candies to give, a lot of them.” I bought a lot of bags of candy. If I plan to be at home, kids will be coming too.

Gael came out with a few flowers for a bouquet. “At least do a proper horror movie marathon.”

“Count with that.” I pat his arm. “It's all right, I'm exhausted after all, don't forget this is all new for me.”

Gale bluffs as a customer gets inside picking up the first bouquet of the day.

The day passed with more movement than I expected. After midday, kids started rushing asking for “trick or treat”, people looking for bouquets and another for a specific type of flowers for their costumes.

Gael leaves earlier, he has a party to go and the night is here.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” I jumped and screamed as I turned around finding a big mask of an alien.

Joe takes out the mask giggling. “Happy Halloween!”

With my hand on my chest I shake my head. “What are you doing here? You should be with your girl at a party or something like that.”

Joe blushes, repeating the same words. <My girl.> “She has to work, so she will probably be tired, I don't want to rush anything.”

I smile proudly. “Whoa, I'm gladly surprised, how thoughtful. Still you have a party right?”

He has a mask and a strange UFO suit. After a big win, they came back that same night. Joe told me some of the guys want to be here to spend Halloween with their families.

“I do, one of the guys is making one.” Joe looks around his eyes and stops in the small pumpkin on the desk smiling.

“Hey, great game. I heard you crushed the other team.” I said looking for a ribbon for the last bouquet of the day.

“You heard? You didn’t watch it?” His disbelieving tone made me close my eyes and smile.

“You played the same hour as San Francisco. I can't help it.” I put the ribbon when I lifted my eyes; Joe is biting his lip kind of indecisive. “Are you ok?”

“You know, there is a big divisional game next week…” He lifts his head rubbing his neck.

“Yeah, the Steelers.” I nod fitting for not blushing like a tomato in front of him, the uncountable times I see the videos and pictures of this now so vividly in front of me.

“YES!” He clears his throat. “And… San Francisco has his bye week.”

Never fails to make me laugh. “I know.”

“What about if you watch it?” Joe asks but his eyes are closed.

“Yeah, sure.” His eyes open right away, looking for something in his jacket.

“In the Stadium.” It's two tickets for Sunday's game.

I take them, opening my eyes so big. “Are you joking?” Clearly exciting for the invitation. Looking in detail it's first row tickets. “No way!”

“I mean you could bring someone if you want.” It's hard to contain the thrill even when he knows the only person I could bring is Gael.

“So funny.” I look at the tickets then at him who has a soft smile. “I'll go, count on that!”

Joe was about to speak but my excitement came with a big hug. “Thanks Joe.”

He tense for a moment but a second later, I feel his arms around me in a warm hug.

“Is there a chance I will meet the mysterious girl?” I asked, slipping apart.

Joe cheeks turned red and whispers almost inaudible, and I’m not sure if I could hear. “I think you already did.”

My phone started to sound, Collin is calling.

“Sorry, it's my brother I have to pick up.” Joe shakes his head, taking his mask.

“I have to go too. I'll see you in the week before the game, ok?” Joe almost crashed into the wall of the entrance.

“Careful.” He smiles in a shy way. “I'll be here, believe me.” He nods, walking out with a fist tight.

I didn’t have to ask Gael twice to come with me, still he gives the same friendly recommendation. “Making friends outside of the florist's it’s a good option.”

Late at night the day before the game I received the call from Lilian, with good news, if things go as planned they’ll be here the second week of december.

“That’s great!” Lilian laughs. “I mean, I'm having a great time here but you know, I'm happy for you…”

“And…” She asked as she kept preparing her clothes for breakfast with Jason’s friends.

“Well, I don’t mind being less involved in hand work.” Meanwhile I was taking out my shopping from this afternoon.

“I bet a lot of pe…” She stops everything and looks right to me. “Hold on, hold on, what do you have there?”

I see the last things I take out, a bag of chips, a scarf and a beanie. “What?”

“The black, orange beanie.” She points at the camera like she knows where I put it.

“Oh, this.” I raise the beanie, the beanie has a orage-white nine on the middle of it. “Right, I forgot to tell you, Joe invited me to the game, tomorrow's game.”

I'm aware of the corners of my lips going up.

“Right.” Lilian has a title head and narrow eyes, like I have something more to tell. “Are you going with h…”

“God! Lilian you’re making this awkward, I’ll invite Gael to come with me; Joe just invited me and gave me the tickets.” I shiver at her mind making a whole story that fast.

“Sorry! You put all the things for me to start to make my own theories.” She looks more relieved going back to her task.

“He has a girl he likes! OMG! We've been talking about that!” I stand walking to the kitchen to make dinner.

“I know! But… I thought that girl might be you!” I heard Jason asking if everything was alright, he heard the screams. “Fine, Y/N and I we’re having a talk.”

I giggle, imagining Jason nod as he comes out slowly for the bedroom, he has seen and heard our talks so he knows we tend to raise our voices.

“See, even you scare Jason.” I chuckle seeing her face turning red. “Whatever I have to go.”

Lilian nods, taking her phone so she can whisper something. “Have fun with…”

I hang out laughing at how imaginative she could be most of the time.

Sunday morning, I found Gael waiting for me one hour before the game started. Honestly I wouldn't mind coming on time, either I don’t mind seeing Joe a little bit more.

“All I’m saying is these are pretty good seats.” I followed Gael through the corridors of the stadium until we came out. “See, just behind the touchdown line.”

Our seats were a few distance from the middle of the touchdown line, having an amazing view of the field, and soon of the game. On the field the players from both teams are finishing their warm ups, going to the locker room and getting ready for the ceremony.

“You know what would be crazy?” Gael said as we sat marveling at the view we had. “They walk right for that hallway.” He points to the big entrance a few meters from us.

I scoff taking a picture for sending to Collin who I bet will burn for this. “Wait, I thought you had already come to a game before.”

Gael nods. “But not this close. These seats at this time of the season are expensive.”

His words trigger something on my mind. “Joe has a box here, right?” He nods and points to where it’s.

Even from a distance I see a few people there and I keep wondering if the mysterious girl is here too. I am dying to meet her.

“You think you can get us a pass for that?” He raises and lowers his eyebrows making me laugh.

My words get stuck when I see Joe walking to the other side of the field, he finishes his warm ups, fully concentrates; takes a few minutes to sing and greet the fans near that zone.

“Damn it! So close.” I chuckle, Gael complains like he didn’t see him at least once at time in the store.

A balling game, what you heard it could be a game of few points turn on the ball coming on going to the other side of the field.

Related to the ideas of Lilian still lingering on my head I almost could swear that in a touchdown Joe approached way too much to zone where we are.

By the end of the game, Bengals win for a touchdown; we remain until the last players left the field, waving our hands to Joe who left after answering some questions.

On our way to take a bus, I received a text from Joe; he asked if I could bring a bouquet of opium puppies in an hour when all the duties of the game ended.

Gael offers to come with me to the florist’s and go back with me but it’s Sunday, I’ll be able to handle this.

“What does it mean?” Gael asked me to give him the last flower. “The flower.”

“Peace and hope.” He nods. “Why?”

Gael opened his mouth but closed it again. “Nothing, it’s just… Nevermind, my tricky mind.”

“Are you sure?” I put the bow in the middle.

He nods. “You think you’ll meet the girl today?” Gael asked, sitting on the chair.

I don’t know who's more excited, him or me. “I’m counting on that.”

Joe gave indications for which part of the stadium I must get in, so I just followed instructions when I found a girl at the door, just like he said.

“Hi, I…” The girl smiles at me like she found a treasure.

“Y/N, right?” I nod and extend the bouquet to give it to her but she shakes her head. “Oh, no, Joe asked us to let you come, this way please.”

I follow her seeing players coming out tired but clearly excited for going home with their families and a home win.

“Wait, wait.” A big guy stops us looking at me with narrow eyes. “Cute girl, with flowers and… “ His eyes turn wide open. “Y/N?”

I take a step back, surprised by he actually knows my name, the girl giggles but doesn't say another word.

Ja’mar who was walking behind him, eyes on his phone, stops when he hears my name.

“Y/N?” He looks at the bow on my hands. “Please don’t tell me my man makes you bring this.”

“Am, yeah?” Chase shakes his head, making me more confused than I was a second ago.

“Why are so many…” A new guy appears with a bag on his hands, when he sees me, like the two other guys he smiles. “You came here with flowers?”

I nod. “Yeah, Joe asked me this.” I innocent question couldn’t be harmful right? “You know the girl right?” All look at me with a choke head. “The girl who Joe likes?”

My excitement left them speechless and confused. “Don’t you?” Chase asked with open eyes.

“How could I know her?!” I throw my head back frustrated. “Joe just came for flowers and…”

The disbelieving expressions, and tender smiles bring memories to my mind; the unusual visits, the texts and photos, the eyes and smiles. Drain the blood of my brain.

“He gave you a pumpkin of Squidward?” The strength on my fingers faded away making the bouquet fall off my hands.

“Oh my…” My phone starts to sound, with trembling hands I take out of my pocket finding the name of Joe on the screen.

Unable to pick up, my brain starts to work as fast as it can, when I lift my eyes, my heart stops for a second.

Joe was walking outside, with comfy clothes as his eyes are on his phone and in his hands a beanie. My phone rang one more time, he heard it lifting his eyes and found me surrendered by big guys, a bouquet on my feet and I swear pale as a ghost.

“You...”

#joe burrow #joe shiesty #fic #fanfic #joe burrow bengals #joe burrow fic #joe x reader “joe burrow fan fic #joe brrr #joe x reader

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pokemon-radical-red · 1 month ago

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I hate it when I headcanon a character who’s canonically a girl as a trans man and make ships of him and a character who’s canonically a guy and I refer to it as a gay/mlm/guyxguy/whatever ship and someone gets mad. Like omg let trans people have FUNNNNN. Why are queer headcanons and genderbends cool until they’re saying that the character is trans???

“OMGGG you’re so misogynistic I can’t believe you would erase FEMALE representation!!!”

and like half of the characters in the franchise are women, and a total of… NONE of the characters are trans men. Also, my headcanon doesn’t change the source material. If my stuff upsets you, you can block me and go engage with the source or maybe every single other fanwork, since mine is the only trans man hc for this character that I’ve ever seen.

or when people are like “WTF??? this is so transphobic!!! how dare you imply that a character who looks like that could be a trans man?!?! do you think that trans men are women or something??? she uses she/her, and you’re misgendering her!”

No, I don’t think that being a trans man makes you a woman or vice versa. That’s why it’s a headcanon, and the headcanon is that this character is actually a trans man and not a woman at all! You’ll never guess what pronouns most trans men had to use at some point in their lives, and you really won’t like it when you find out about pre-(or no-)transition trans men… or trans men who are in the closet… or trans men who don’t know that they’re trans yet.

“But the character is a kid!!! Saying they’re trans is sexualizing them.”

I’ve seen this one from other queer people. Like did you miss when all of the homophobes said this about your identity, or do you think that bigotry is only bad when it’s directed at you?

“Why would you say ‘testosterone could fix her’??? Are you trying to call her a delusional woman?”

Why would your brain even go to that first? This literally has to be a bad faith reading, because there’s no way that someone could see what I said and get this unless they were specifically looking for something to be mad at me for.

(Note for anyone unaware: “Estrogen would’ve fixed him!” was a meme going around at the time I said this. I’m not sure if it’s still super big, but this was a joke to the effect of that.)

“So girls can’t be tomboys anymore? You just wanna trans everyone?”

This is like actual real life transphobic rhetoric. This isn’t even just shitting on my headcanon, but in fact, sending transphobic hate to a trans man. Thanks 👍. Maybe you should go send JK Rowling another message about how much you loved her essay instead of bothering me.

#transgender #trans #trans man #transandrophobia #<- not all of it but the ‘it’s misogynystic to be a trans man!!!’ part is. esp because it’s something that people say about real trans men #is this inspired by a Tik tok about how making male characters women is empowering and making female characters men is misogyny?#(although that post was weirdly about genderbending gay ships? idk why that’s discourse going around 😭😭😭. I miss old fandom sometimes.)#not exactly. although the comments on it sucked. I’ve seen multiple variations of posts like that and all of their comment sections made me #feel like I was wading through raw sewage with how full of shit the commenters were.#I saw one violently threatening anyone who portrays a canon girl as a man (in stupid Tik Tok speak)#oh Feng Min… oh Hilda Pokémon… oh Y PokéSpe… you’re all beautiful young men to me #nonbinary hcs also get you that last one super hard #I haven’t seen as much of this about hcing canon guys as trans girls other than posts where op says ‘name a girl character who (blank)!’-#and then makes an addition that you’re an evil misogynist if you said a MALE!!! (even though Brock Pokémon is a transbian to me </3)#which icks me out so bad. omfg. like she’s a girl to ME!!! so maybe that’s why I’m naming her under a post about GIRLS!!!#I imagine that most of the reason for not hearing much about it is because these types of headcanons just… really aren’t common #so if you have a bunch of experience with headcanoning characters who are canonically men as trans girls and the hate that it gets you then #feel free to add on (and also please talk to me about your headcanons… there are so few of us. we need to stick together!!!)#it’s not derailing despite this post specifically being tagged about trans men #that’s just bc that’s all that I talk about in my original post #this post has been in my drafts in different forms for probably like months #long post #I guess #anyone remember a while back when someone on this app got violently mad that someone put a character (canonically a guy) in the m/m tags on #ao3 bc the guy was hced as trans in the fic #and the post was like ‘grrr the ao3 gender ship things are talking about GENITALS!!! not gender!!! I’m not transphobic though <3.’#so now to imagine what it’s like to hc a character who’s canonically a girl as a trans man just imagine that but it’s worse and also you’re #getting it from other trans people too 👍

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hello luv how are you doing? I’ll let you know u’r curring my depression. Could you please write an angsty pov with simon riley where he finds a fem reader on the old russian base on his mission??? so he sees her russian uniform and aimes his weapon on her but hesitates once he sees she’s unarmed combat medic?? and she kinda hides there in the from her comrades cuz they claimed her a traitor for saving an “enemy” soldier’s life?

if that’s too much and definitely not what you wanna write it’s totally okay. sorry. and thank u again hope u have a good day!!

omg hi anon! i'm doing good, but i hope you are doing even better! <3 yeah, i can do that for you :) hope this is okay for you!

cw: angst(ish), cursing, idk if i missed any let me know

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Combat Medic Reader

Simon was currently securing some intel from an enemy base, exploring what he thought was empty, abandoned. Just before he was about to leave and call it clear, he felt the need to check the only quarters with a closed door.

As he walked in, he instantly raised his gun. He didn't get a good look at first, just noticing her Russian uniform, but his finger let off the trigger when he saw her - froze, hands up, unarmed.

She was clearly beat up, bruises scattered amongst her arms, a neat gash on the side of her head. Messy, matted hair. Could tell you were exhausted.

"I'm sorry! Please! Please don't kill me," you begged.

"What are you doin'... here?" Ghost asked.

You swallowed as you tried to find your words, unsure if he'd believe you.

"Come on, spit it out."

"I am hiding here... from my comrades..." you started. "They call me a traitor."

"Traitor? Why?"

"I saved an enemy's life... They were unarmed, in so much pain," you sniffed, lips quivering as you cried. "They said... they said-"

"Shh, quiet down, now," he rasped. He didn't really know what to think. On one hand, he thought it was brave, heroic of you. It's your job. On the other, he didn't want to risk getting involved with a possible dangerous situation.

"Are they lookin' for you?"

"Yes... I know I need to get out of here but," you shrugged. "I don't know... They could kill me."

"None of that, now," he whispered. "Let's get you out of here first. I'll get you some place safe."

He led you back to a safe area, and helped you get into the passenger side of the truck. He hopped in the passenger seat, quietly sitting there as he took out his phone, sending a few texts.

"Suppose you could come with me," he spoke. "But, you can't wear... that. And don't go snoopin' around... or do anythin' to get yourself killed."

You nodded your head understandingly. "Yes, sir. Thank you... thank you."

He got out a few spare pairs of cargo pants and some shirts, tossing them down in the middle seat. "I'll stop somewhere soon. Let you change and... get yourself cleaned up."

You were beyond thankful he was helping you. Maybe this was your chance to start over, fully get away from your old comrades, from the military.

You feel cleaner than before, able to make yourself decent at a truck stop and get into a... clean enough pair of clothes.

Just as you expected, coming onto this new base, you were questioned by everybody. They had to make sure you weren't putting up an act, but they soon halfway trusted your sincereness.

You were shown to a spare room, and instantly plopped into the bed. Needing the rest as you now felt somewhat safe. It was very much awkward, so you didn't want to leave your room, but you were so hungry you had no choice.

It was late at night at this point, a little bit past 1200. Figuring everyone was asleep, you walked into the shared kitchen to find some grub only to be startled by the large presence before you, the man who saved you, a little bit dressed down than how you met him before.

"Hungry?" he asked. "Food in the fridge."

"Thank you..." you spoke quietly. "Hey... what's your name?"

He just looked at you before he answered. "Ghost."

"Thank you, Ghost..." you weakly smiled. "For saving me."

He hummed as he nodded.

"You didn't have to-"

"I know."

"I-I'm Y/N. Nice to... meet you," you chirped as you opened the fridge, picking up a container of leftovers that seemed decent enough to eat.

"Yeah. Well, have a good night," he walked away from you, not looking back as you watched his tall figure disappear into the darkness of the hallway.

A/N - I liked this idea a lot, I just hope I wrote it okay lol.

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morgana-larkin · 9 months ago

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And here we are part 3 of ‘Mine’! I may or may not due a part 4, it totally depends. I was originally going to go with Luca but changed it to Nico. I was actually going to be named Nico if I was a boy and was happy to find out it’s an Italian name. Anyway, not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: my wifi came back and I’ll be able to add this and the one I posted last night to the masterlist. Keep sending prompts for Melissa and Chessy, and I haven’t received any for Marilyn Thornhill yet. I do have an idea for Marilyn but it’s more of a series.

Italian translations:

Non ho voglia di mangiare cibo Italiano, per l’amor del cielo - Not in the mood for any Italian food, for fuck sake

Ti amo - I love you

Mine - Part 3

Warnings: sweet and soft Mel, swearing (in both English and Italian)

Words: 3.2k

You and Melissa both stare at the doctor at your ultrasound appointment, you’re 10 weeks pregnant at this point.

“I’m pregnant with what?” You say after a few seconds.

“Twins. You’re pregnant with twins.” She tells you and points to the ultrasound picture. “See there’s one and…there’s the other.” She points out and you both see it.

“There’s 2 little Tesoro’s in there?” Melissa says and the doctor looks at you.

“She’s asking if there’s really 2 babies in me.” You tell her.

“Yes, there’s 2 of them in there.” The doctor says.

You both walk out of the room and Melissa engulfs you in a hug. “Woah!” You say, surprised. She pulls back and has the biggest smile on her you’ve ever seen.

“Omg Amore! We’re gonna have twins!” She exclaims and kneels down and hugs your stomach. You see a couple look at you guys and they’re smiling at Melissa’s excitement.

“She’s really excited.” You tell them.

“Ya, that’s really obvious. Congratulations with the twins.” The woman says.

“Thank you.” You tell them and Melissa stands up.

“Omg I can’t wait to tell everyone!” Melissa says and bounces.

“Ok before we do anything, we have to pick Amelia up from daycare as it’s 4:15 and they close at 5.” You tell her and she grins.

“Omg Amelia, how are we gonna tell her she’s gonna be a big sister?” Melissa says and you laugh.

“Mel, honey, she’s 20 months old. I don’t think she’ll understand yet. She’s more focused on walking and getting into everything around the house right now.” You tell her and Melissa smiles. “Come on, let’s go pick the little terror up.” You tell her and Melissa practically skips out of the clinic

You get home after picking Amelia up and Melissa is still basically on cloud 9. You FaceTime Barb and she picks up on the second ring.

“Hey y/n! How are you sweetheart?” Barb says

“I’m good but Melissa is a little too excited since-“ you get cut off from the redhead herself.

“OMG BARB WE’RE GONNA HAVE TWINS!” She shouts and you have to pull back as it was right in your ear.

“Honey, no need to shout in my ear.” You tell her and she apologises then hugs your stomach again.

“Omg twins! Congrats you two!” Barb says and Gerald heard.

“Congratulations you two! We should celebrate this weekend.” He tells everyone and you all agree. Barb and Melissa talk for a little bit while you feed Amelia some dinner. Melissa has taken a particular interest in feeding Amelia as she has enough teeth now to have spaghetti. Although the first time she fed it to Amelia, she called it ‘the Italian test’, and Amelia loved it and Mel said she passed.

The next day, Melissa pretty much skips in the break room and she spins you around slowly. Everyone looks at you and smiles.

“What’s gotten you so happy?” Janine questions and Melissa looks at you, asking to share the news and you nod.

“We’re having twins!” She exclaims and everyone’s jaw drops. They all come up to you both and give you hugs with a congratulations. You then feel sick and run out to the bathroom, Melissa runs after you. You make it to the bathroom just in time for you to throw up and Melissa holds your hair up.

After a couple minutes you exit the stale and go to wash your hands. “This is the part of the pregnancy I don’t miss.” You tell her and she giggles.

“Well since you have two little critics in you, I packed an extra breakfast for you since you’re eating for 3 now.” She tells you and you perk up at the mention of more food.

Once you get to the break room she takes out the frittata she made you that you loved during your pregnancy with Amelia and hands it to you. You pretty much inhale it and Melissa is looking at you with heart eyes the entire time. Everyone sees it and they smile. Melissa’s tough bravado is only down for you and they love to see those little snippets of ‘Soft Mel’ they like to call it. To which Melissa rolled her eyes and glared at them when she found out.

“U know I still like the name Caterina.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“Ya?”

“Ya, I think it’s a beautiful name.” You say and she kisses your cheek.

The both of you end up telling Amelia that you have 2 babies in your tummy after school. While Melissa was cooking dinner you put Amelia to sit on the kitchen counter in the middle and told her.

“Amelia, you’re going to be a big sister! I have two little babies in here.” You told her and put your hand on your stomach. And as you expected, she didn’t understand. “Told you.” You said to Melissa and she just smiled and went back to cooking.

Melissa keeps giving you more food than usual since you got little ones in you who also need to eat. And because of your morning sickness, she always packs an extra breakfast for you to keep your strength up. She always does little things for you and you appreciate it every time.

Your morning sickness does stop when you were about 4 months pregnant and she still keeps bringing you an extra breakfast in case you were hungry. Then the cravings start and Melissa throws a fit when you told her that you’re not in the mood for any Italian food. She starts swearing and ranting in Italian.

“Non ho voglia di mangiare cibo Italiano, per l’amor del cielo!” She rants while pacing around the living room. “What are you in the mood for then?” She says and crosses her arms. You think about it.

“Pea soup.” You state proudly with a nod and Melissa rolls her eyes.

“If I didn’t love you so much then I would just give you the store bought one.” She says and goes in the kitchen to make the soup.

“Ti amo!” You tell her as she walks in the kitchen.

“Ya ya.” She says with a smile.

You pick Amelia up then put her in her high chair to feed her dinner.

At dinner time, while you nearly inhale the soup, Melissa has a conversation with you that’s needed.

“We should move.” She starts and you look at her.

“What?” You say confused.

“We should move before the twins are born.” She tells you and you look at her confused. “This house only has 3 rooms, not 4.” She states and you finally understand what she’s telling you.

“Mel, we don’t have to do it before their born. We have like 3 years before they’ll start needing their own rooms. Or if they’re two boys or two girls then they can share. Or if one of each then the girl can share with Amelia.” You tell her.

“Face it y/n, our little household is growing and we need more room.”

“Are you ready for that? I know you love this place.” You tell her.

“I am. This place served its purpose and you’re right I do love it and I won’t forget it.” She tells you with a smile.

“Ok, if you’re certain then we can start looking and move when we find the perfect one.” You tell her and she nods.

A month later you have an ultrasound appointment.

“I want to know the genders of the babies.” Melissa tells you. “Do you want to know?” She asks.

“I do actually.” You say and she smiles.

At your appointment, the doctor squirts the gel on and brings up the video of the babies.

“Alright there they are.” The doctor says and she then looks at both of you. “Want to know the genders?” And you both nod. She looks for about a minute before she speaks. “Alright looks like one is a little camera shy but I found the genders. Looks like one’s a girl and the other a boy.” She states and Melissa lets a few tears slip and smiles.

“I’m gonna have another daughter and a son.” She says happily.

“That boy is gonna feel so out numbered.” You say and she laughs.

“There’s some boy cousins he can hang out with.” She tells you and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

When you get home, you hang the ultrasound picture on the fridge next to a picture of Amelia.

“So since we have a couple hours, why don’t we go upstairs and have a little us time?” Melissa says with a wiggle of her eyebrows and you laugh. It’s been about 3 weeks since you two had sex. While your sex drive skyrocketed with Amelia, it seems this time around it did the opposite. This time it’s Melissa who’s been using the vibrator when needed.

“Ya, I’d love too.” You tell her and she grabs your hand and pulls you to the bedroom.

*a week later*

“What do you think of this place?” Melissa says and shows you a house listing. You look at the pictures of the house.

“You like the kitchen don’t you?” You say and she giggles.

“I’ll admit that it is one of the attractions. But it’s got 4 rooms, a basement and a big open floor dining and living room.” She tells you.

“Ya it’s nice. We should check it out this weekend.” You tell her and hand her phone back.

“Great! I’ll message them now.” She tells you.

You two have been able to put money aside since you were living together in a place that Melissa was able to afford by herself. And since you’re selling the house when you move, then you’ll have enough to buy a bigger place. You’ve so far seen 5 places and none were speaking to you two. And because of that, when you went to see this new place, it surprised you that you both liked it. You found the place that you’ll call your new home, a place for you, Melissa, Amelia and the twins.

“Melissa!” You call out to her from the living room and she comes to you from upstairs.

“What?”

“I can’t pick up the box.” You tell her with a pout and she laughs.

“Where do you want it?” She says and stands in front of the box.

“On top of that box.” You tell her and point. She picks it up and brings it over to where you want. You’re 6 months pregnant at this point and you’re moving in 3 weeks. You’ve recruited the Abbott crew, and a few family members from both your families to come and help you on the day you move.

“The babies are kicking again.” You say with a hand on your belly and Melissa is immediately by your side and you put her hand where they’re kicking. She already felt them kick but she always loves to feel it when she can.

And just like last time, Melissa is extremely protective when it comes to other people wanting to touch your belly. And you get déjà vu when she pushed Janine’s hand off your belly and says “mine” while hugging you and kisses your forehead.

“Melissa, you should let Janine feel it at least once.” You tell her and she huffs.

“Fine. But just this once.” She says and Janine finally feels your stomach and one of the babies kick and she gasps. Melissa is glaring the entire time.

Amelia sees your belly grow and is a little confused as to why. She’s turning 2 in 4 weeks, but she’s still a little young to understand.

Melissa has been doing some of the same things she did for you as last time. Which is helping you up the stairs, putting a shower seat in the tub for you to shower with, guiding and holding you through a crowded hallway, and catering to your every craving (whether or not she approves of it).

It’s finally the day to move and you dropped Amelia off at your parents place for them to watch her.

“Don’t spoil her too much.” You tell them.

“You know we can’t promise that.” Your mom tells you and you giggle while you go back to the house to help pack up the loading truck. Turns out you do almost nothing, per Melissa’s instructions, and you end up telling people what to do instead. 3 hours later and the truck is packed up and house is cleaned for the new people that bought the place.

You and Melissa stand in the empty living room and look around one last time. Melissa hugs you from behind and puts her head on your shoulder.

“You ready?” She asks and you sigh.

“I think so.” You say. “Did you say a final goodbye to the kitchen yet?” You ask her, half joking half serious.

“Yep. It’s time to start a new chapter.” She tells you and kisses your head. You lean into her touch for a few seconds before you both decide to leave to the new place with everyone.

You get there and like before, Melissa instructs you to just tell people where to put what where. “I’m pregnant, not physically disabled.” You tell her annoyed and she glares at you before you cave and instruct people.

A few hours later and the kitchen and bathrooms are unpacked and a few things you’ll need until you can unpack more boxes. You unpack most of Amelia’s room and decorate it how she likes it. You get help to unpack the nursery which will be one of their rooms in a couple years.

2 weeks after and you’re celebrating Amelia’s second birthday. Most of the cake surprisingly ends up in her mouth instead of on her face. She gets a bunch of new toys and starts playing with all of them immediately.

You go on maternity leave when you’re 33 weeks pregnant and you end up using the days to unpack boxes and you end up finishing in 2 weeks.

“Momma.” Amelia says and Melissa turns to her.

“What’s up my little Tesoro?”

“Mommy tod mwe to come get you. Saying wabour.” Amelia tells her and Melissa immediately picks Amelia up and rushes to you.

“Are you in Labour?” She asks you from where you were on the couch and you’re holding your stomach and squeezing the arm of the couch.

“Ya, I thought it wasn’t the real thing at first, then my water broke.” You tell her and Melissa rushes to get your bag and her and Amelia’s bag to bring to the hospital for when the day arrives. She ushers you in the car and puts Amelia in her car seat and brings you to the hospital while you call Melissa’s sister, yours and Melissa’s parents, as well as the Abbott crew.

“I can’t believe you’re in labour, you’re only 35 weeks.” Melissa exclaims during the drive.

“They told us that most of the time with twins, they’re born early. Besides, I gave birth to Amelia when I was 37 weeks.” You say and a contraction hits and Melissa holds her hand out for you to squeeze.

You arrive at the hospital and Melissa gets Amelia out and helps you walk out and into the hospital. Melissa’s parents were there and they took Amelia while you and Melissa gets ushered into a room and prepped for labour. Barb arrives a few minutes after and this time your mom is able to be here as she worked last time and couldn’t get out of it. You sit on the table, as it’s easier to push that way instead of laying down, and you squeeze Melissa’s hand when a contraction hits.

“For fuck sakes.” You grit through your teeth and Melissa prepares to get yelled and cursed at again, all in the name of love she thinks.

Melissa starts humming a tune she knows soothes you when a nasty one hits and you lean into her.

“Ok, are you ready to push? You’re fully dilated.” The doctor tells you, an hour after you arrive.

“Don’t think I have much of a choice.” You say and Melissa laughs.

You start pushing and Melissa is saying praises to you the entire time.

“Oh shut up Melissa! Why don’t you try pushing!” You yell and she just ignores you and keeps doing the same thing. You have a death grip on her left hand and she has the other one rubbing your back.

“Ok, you’re doing great, push again.” The doctor says and you do. “I see a head.” She says.

“Mom! It hurts!” You complain while your mom is on the other side of you, holding her hand.

“I know honey, but you’re doing great and you’ll have 2 little trouble makers after this.” She tells you and you chuckle.

You push again and your second child is born. “It’s a boy!” The doctor says and Melissa cuts the cord. She hands the baby to a nurse and gets ready to help with the second one. “Ready for the other one?” She asks you and you groan.

“For fuck sakes!” You say and Melissa continues rubbing your back and she kisses your forehead.

“I know it’s a lot of work baby but look at what we get when it’s over.” Melissa tells you and points at where your son is.

You start pushing again and you end up cursing at Melissa to which she encourages you to keep doing it every time.

“Very good Amore! Don’t worry I still love you. Keep yelling at me.” She tells you.

And 6 minutes later your second daughter is born and Melissa cuts the cord again. The nurses give you both at the same time to do skin to skin contact for a few minutes until you hand your son over to Melissa to hold and you move your daughter to hold her in your arms. Your mom takes a picture of both of you with the twins.

“What names are you thinking of?” You ask Melissa.

“I’m happy with Caterina if you are.” She tells you and you smile and nod.

“Caterina Lisa Schemmenti.” You say and look at your newborn daughter.

“What do you think of Nico Schemmenti for this little guy?” She asks you and you nod.

“I love it.” You tell her.

Amelia comes running into the room a few minutes later and gets held up by Kristen Marie to get a good look at her siblings.

“They tiny.” She says and you laugh.

“You were this tiny too, little one.” You tell her and she looks at you shocked. Barb takes a picture of you and Melissa holding a twin each while Amelia is sitting between you both on the bed.

Melissa looks around the room and sees her parents and sister there, your parents are there too, Barb as well, and knowing the rest of the Abbott crew is outside the room. Then she looks at you holding Caterina with Amelia looking at her new sister, while Nico is sleeping in her arms and Melissa thinks she can’t be happier.

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l33bang24 · 8 months ago

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OMG It’s You… (Part 10)

YouTube!Fem reader x Stray Kids

Summary: Y/N’s YouTube channel is taking off after her reactions to Stray Kids MV God’s Menu. Now she’s making videos nonstop along with working a full time job. What would happen if she got offered a job of a lifetime and met the boys of her succession?

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sadness, crying, early stages of homesickness??, Chan being turned on🤭, (lmk if I missed anything)

🏷️ : @laylasbunbunny @weirdowithaphone @silverstarburst @jusanontstuff @anxiousskylar @drewsandsebastianswife @amararosesblog @niaalove (Taglist open)

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(Authors note at the end)

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Y/N’s POV

Hearing my alarm clock, I roll over to shut it off. I had a surprisingly restful night's sleep, although I needed to take a second melatonin as the first one didn't help. Fortunately, the airport is conveniently located near my accommodation, and the journey there should only take about 5-10 minutes. After reviewing my flight details, I realized the total travel time would be almost 19 hours. Despite the long journey, I'm relieved there's only one layover before I board the second flight to Seoul.

As I start getting dressed and closing up all my bags, I take one last look around the room, which has brought me comfort and has been the starting point of my journey. Leaving behind a place with special memories is always a bittersweet moment. I know I could still come back and visit, but for now, this was goodbye. I smile, happy that I'm going outside my comfort zone to do something I'm passionate about. As I look around, I bring my bags to the front door.

I had to wake up earlier than planned because my flight was unexpectedly early. My family decided to get up with me to give me a proper send-off. The others were coming to the airport to say one last goodbye. I walked into the kitchen and found my grandmother preparing breakfast for everyone. Seeing my grandfather awake was a pleasant surprise, as his sleeping pattern is usually worse than mine.

“I made breakfast for all of us to eat for the last time together.” I smile at her and thank her for the food. “You know, maybe sometime after I get settled in, you can visit. See South Korea with me. I can also come home anytime I want.” I take her hand and his in mine, I reassure them, "I'm not disappearing forever. I promise to visit as much as I can." They hold on tighter, expressing their sadness at not always seeing me. "I'll have to show him how to FaceTime you," my grandmother says.

“Hey! I know how FaceTime works.”

“Oh really? Then where is it on your phone?”

“Same place it's always been in.” Their playful behavior never fails to bring a smile to my face. I think I'll miss this the most.

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As I prepared to leave, my family gathered to spend some final moments with me. One by one, they came up to say their heartfelt goodbyes.“Hey, Y/N/N, you better not be a stranger now. I don’t want to come there myself to teach you a lesson.” I roll my eyes at my stepbrother’s goodbye. “I love you too, man.” My stepsister is next to come up and hug me. “Send me pictures, yeah? And let me know if you meet any cute guys over there. I wanna know all about it!” I smile, her not knowing I’m already talking to two of them. “Hey now! If you meet any guys, I’mma need their information. That means their name, date of birth, social security number, everything!”

“I’m not giving you anything!” I retort back to my stepbrother. He, in return, shakes his head. My grandparents come up next, giving me their hugs and goodbyes. “Make sure you don’t eat a lot of junk food; you must maintain weight and stay healthy.”

“I will, Nanny; I love you.” She smiles, giving me a tight hug for a small woman. “You take good care of yourself. Since we won’t always have you to help us, Y/B/N must do it for us.” At that comment, my stepbrother exploded, saying how he gets left with my responsibilities of caring for my grandparents and how I need to come back more often to help them. I ignore him and move on to my grandfather.

“You stay safe now, okay? I want you to be able to defend yourself in case someone breaks into your apartment. Do you have your stuff?” I nod, telling him I do and giving him a big hug. I am telling him to take care of himself, and if he ever feels up to it, maybe I can get him and my grandmother a trip over to see me. My dad comes up and pulls me into a hug.

“I want you to call me when you get there, okay? So that way, I know you made it there safely.” My dad tells me. I smile, “I’ll call you when I get there, but you have to remember that I’ll be in a different time zone, so it may be late into the early morning hours before I call.”

“I don't care what time it is; as long as I get a phone call from my baby that she’s okay, I’ll be happy.” I hug him long and hard. Being one of my biggest supporters since I was little, it’s hard to say goodbye to him. I could feel my tears starting to surface. Last is my stepmom; she’s already got tears in her eyes, and mine is beginning to fall. She pulls me into a hug, and the water dam breaks.

As I realize that I won't get to see these amazing people every day, doubts start creeping in about whether this was the right decision in the first place.

When she pulls back, it’s like she’s reading my mind. “I understand that it can be daunting to think about not seeing us every day. However, if you don't step out of your comfort zone, you'll never be able to explore the world as you've always wanted. You will surely be missed, and although your dad and I are homebodies, we'll come to visit you. We love you immensely and want nothing but the best for you. It's time to chase your dreams and become the person you've always wanted to be.” I nod my head and give her a tight hug.

I release her and gather my belongings, taking my first steps toward my new future. As I walk away, I look back at my family again. A stray tear rolled down my cheek as I bid them farewell with a wave. I turn back, holding my head high. I've committed myself to the fact that no matter what challenges come my way, I will never give up on pursuing my dream. Although my heart aches now, I know it will slowly heal with time.

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“Welcome to Seoul, South Korea! It is currently 2:30 pm on August 16th.” My sleepiness drowned out the rest of the words. I usually don't sleep on planes, but I did this time. I grab my bag from above, leave the aircraft, and move towards the baggage area. Once receiving my luggage, I headed toward the exit, stopping to find something to eat since all I'd had were airplane snacks.

I discovered a cozy restaurant with a promising menu and went to a table, taking a seat to enjoy my meal. I eagerly indulged, savoring each bite as if it were my last. It was a relief to have some time before officially starting my new job the following week, allowing me to settle in and get organized. While I've already started my new job, I don't have to be on-site until next week.

I had compiled a list of essential tasks, including unpacking, stocking up on groceries, and setting up my new apartment. At that moment, my next priority was to arrange for an Uber to take me to the apartment complex where I would be staying.

After finishing my meal, I disposed of the food container and took out my phone to track the arrival of the Uber. I made a mental note to call my Dad once I reached the apartment. When the Uber arrived, I confirmed the driver's name, and they assisted me in loading my luggage into the vehicle.

I provided them with the address, and upon reaching my destination, I expressed my gratitude and proceeded inside to complete the check-in process. The attendant was incredibly friendly, and the paperwork was swiftly handled, allowing me to receive my keys promptly. I lugged my belongings into the elevator and ascended to the fourth floor.

As I reached my apartment door, I eagerly swung it open and lugged all my belongings inside. After securing the lock, a deep sigh escaped my lips. The long flight had left me utterly drained. I quickly dialed my dad's number and left a voicemail, letting him know I had arrived safely. Collapsing onto the nearby couch, I felt the exhaustion wash over me.

Although the temptation to drift off to sleep was strong, I knew I had things to take care of. I reluctantly pushed myself off the comfortable couch, picked up my luggage, and carried it to my room. I was fortunate to have found a spacious two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment with a convenient washer and dryer combo.

I surveyed the array of living essentials I had recently acquired, realizing that I also needed to stock up on groceries. Choosing to address this need immediately, I retrieved my purse and keys and left my apartment, locking the door behind me. Having previously researched nearby markets, I headed to the closest one and embarked on a shopping trip that lasted 30 minutes to an hour.

Upon returning home with bags of groceries, I meticulously organized and stored each item in the kitchen. Subsequently, I assembled the furniture and set up my home office, methodically putting together the bed, nightstand, and desk. As I progressed through these tasks, everything seemed to fall into place seamlessly. However, as the day turned to evening and fatigue began, I succumbed to exhaustion.

After ensuring the door was securely locked, I went to the shower. I was thankful I had taken a shower earlier, as I was too tired to rewash my hair that night. Following my usual evening routine, I finally collapsed into bed. Before drifting off to sleep, I sent a good night message to my family, locked my phone, and surrendered to the beckoning of slumber.

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The week flew by, and I was pleased to find that the rest of my belongings had arrived in the same condition as when they were picked up. I made a mental note to thank the CEO of the moving company for their excellent service. My coworkers kindly came over to assist me in moving all the furniture upstairs and arranging it in the best possible positions.

I appreciated the support of others as I tackled the challenge before me. It was satisfying to see everything arranged just as I had envisioned. Adapting to the time change this week has been quite a feat. It's a new experience for me, and although it's been difficult, I'm confident I'll adapt in due time. I've taken the opportunity to explore, but I've been cautious as I don't know anyone here. Watching crime shows has made me more vigilant about my surroundings, and I'm hesitant to engage with unfamiliar individuals.

I could sense that the guys were starting to get suspicious of me because I'd changed my usual texting routine and avoided their calls. I know I'm not improving things, but I have a video next week to explain what's happening. I'm just holding out until the video is ready to be released. Until then, they will have to wait a bit longer.

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Third Person POV

The men had every reason to feel wary. It seemed as though she was privy to information that they were not. The other members could sense the shift in their elders, but none were willing to confront the issue. They chose to ignore the obvious problem rather than address it. Chan decided to step aside and call Y/N. He hadn't informed any of the others, especially Minho. He felt guilty for concealing such an innocent action but wanted to keep this secret longer.

Y/N had been behaving unusually lately. She confided in him that she was going through some changes that were causing her stress and exhaustion. He was concerned but didn't want to pressure her. When she answered his call after the second ring, she sounded cheerful as always. "Hi, Channie!" she greeted him with a tone that flushed his face at the affectionate nickname. "Hey, Y/Nnnie, how have you been? I haven't heard from you much," he inquired. Her laughter on the other end was sweet and infectious. "I'm doing fine. I was actually on my way to work," she replied. Confusion crossed his face. 'Work? Shouldn’t she be in bed by now?’ he inquires.

Not realizing she was calling for him. "What do you mean work? I thought you would be in bed by now?" Y/N freezes as she realizes her mistake. She berates herself, thinking, 'Stupid, stupid, stupid,' while hitting her forehead with the palm of her hand. “Ah, well, I'm not uhh… I mean, I am I….URGHHH!” The moment her brain decides to take a break is precisely when she needs it the most. Chan is completely bewildered now, eagerly waiting for her response.

After a moment of collecting her thoughts, she finally admits something. “Look, there may have been some major changes in my life right now, and I wanted to surprise you when the time was right. I have a video coming out today that will explain everything. That's all I can tell you.” Chan nods his head, then forgets he isn't FaceTiming her. “Okay, love. I'll be patient and wait for your video. Afterward, I expect no more hiding things, okay?”

“Yes, sir, you have my word.” Chan shouldn't have been affected by those words, but coming from her, it felt like a shock just went through his body. “Anyways, I have to go, Channie; we’ll talk later, yeah?” After they said their goodbyes, Chan returned to the room with a huge smile and a semi-hard in his pants.

(A/N: I couldn't help myself; I had to do it. Also, I put in a sad, departing moment with the family. I hope you all enjoyed it and look forward to the next chapter!)

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hi love! first of all- I am absolutely in love with your writing, it is so good! got me kicking my feet and shit 😭

Anyways, I was wondering if you would be interested in writing something with a dancer/performer reader x Pezzy! Say they have a performance coming up and he's never seen the reader dance yet and brings the Clooless boys to the performance. Cue a flustered Pezzy and teasing Clooless guys hehe.

No worries if this is not up your alley but it's been stuck in my head and I am in total writer's block rn so I pass to you!

-❤️

OMG this is literally what i needed! Thank you lovie, i was stock in writers block <3 I hope you enjoy babes!

Juno

TW: Established relationship, sexual just not smut, kissing, singer!reader, lmk if i missed anything

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the Houston skyline with streaks of orange and pink, excitement buzzed through the air like the hum of electricity. Tonight was a big night; tonight, I would step on stage and perform my song "Juno" for the first time in front of my boyfriend, Pezzy, and his eclectic band of friends: Puffer, Grizzy, and ElasticDroid.

Dressed in my baby-pink two-piece set, I took a moment to admire the way the silver lining caught the stage lights, reflecting them like stars twinkling in the night sky. My silver platform boots, which felt more like a fashion statement than footwear, added an extra kick to my look—the cut-out hearts at the top seemed to pulse with my heartbeat, playing a silent rhythm of any nerves I might have felt.

In the dressing room, I paced back and forth, running my fingers through my hair. Each time I glanced at the mirror, my reflection revealed both excitement and trepidation. I had poured my heart into "Juno," a song that told a story of love, life, and resilience—a story I hoped Pezzy would connect with.

Just before I stepped out onto the stage, I received a message from Pezzy: “Can’t wait to see you shine, babe! You’ve got this!” His unwavering support wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, easing my nerves.

As I stepped out on stage, I saw all these beautiful people with very stunning outfits. Then, I look over to the front row to see my boyfriend and his friends. I do a small wink as I'm thinking of a way to make the crowd go wild.

“I get so distracted up here, this is why they should never give me of these. But they give me one every night for some reason.” I say into the mic as I'm looking over the crowd acting as if I'm searching for something. “Um- I’m looking at this crowd right now, and I’m very, uh- impressed by all the outfits and details I see. I’ve seen some miraculous looks tonight, like you guys really show’d up, you don't just, like, slap on a shirt. Like, you really come in a full outfit. That the hair is thought out, the nails are thought out, the makeup is thought out, the - the- like heart cutouts are thought out, the kiss one, SUPER thought. Um, and I think it's such a stunning crowd.” I went on a little tangent trying to get to the point of my bit.

The crowd erupted in laughter and applause as I stammered over my words, their energy sending currents of excitement through me. I felt the warmth of my boyfriend Pezzy’s gaze, his eyes mirroring the light and joy that filled the room. I took a step closer to the edge of the stage, leaning down as if to share a secret with them.

“Honestly, I've seen some looks tonight that could be on the cover of a magazine! Like, where do you guys shop? I need to take some notes!” I teased, scanning their outfits with exaggerated admiration. The crowd cheered, and I could see Puffer dramatically fanning himself as if he were about to faint from the compliment.

The playful energy of the moment crackled in the air as I called over my favorite backup dancers, Melissa and Jessie. Their wide grins mirrored my excitement, and Jessie, ever the mischief-maker, held up a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs like a trophy. The crowd buzzed with anticipation, leaning in to see what funny escapade we were about to unfold.

“Girls, girls!” I said, my voice filled with cheeky delight as I waved them over. “Do you see these handsome men right up here in the front row?” I pointed dramatically at Pezzy, who was leaning against the barrier, his purple button-up shirt gleaming under the stage lights. His collar popped just right, giving him that effortlessly cool vibe; I couldn't help but smile at how dapper he looked.

“Ohhh, yes, I definitely see him!” Melissa chimed in, putting her hand over her eyes like she was pretending to scout him out from a distance, her laughter infectious.The laughter from Melissa and the crowd surged like waves as I played up my feigned innocence, leaning over the edge of the stage with a cheeky smile. Pezzy—or rather, ‘handsome’—was beaming under the attention, visibly caught off guard by being the center of it all.

“Is today your lucky day, honey?” I teased, batting my eyelashes dramatically. The audience hooted in delight, clearly enjoying Pezzy's shy charm as his friends rallied around him, cheering like proud parents watching their kid play in a talent show.

The camera zoomed in on him, and I could see his cheeks flush a soft pink. The jubilation around him was infectious, an electrifying energy that enveloped the whole venue. “What's your name, handsome?” I asked, tilting my head playfully, pretending to squint as if I was trying to make out the letters on a faraway sign. “Paul? Pezzy?” I feigned confusion, starting with a mock serious tone before breaking into laughter when I got it wrong the first time.

The crowd roared with laughter, and Pezzy, ever the good sport, shook his head as if to warn me. “It’s Pezzy!” he finally said, his voice clear and steady, cutting through the playful chaos. The audience exploded in cheers, his name rolling off their tongues like a well-practiced chant.

“Pezzy, it definitely isn’t your lucky day. Pooy!" I exclaimed, dramatically pouting and putting my hand on my cheek in an exaggerated display of sympathy. The audience roared with laughter at my antics, and I could feel the electricity in the air as the red and blue lights above us flickered on. Just then, the sound of fake police sirens blared throughout the venue, transforming the cheerful chaos into a light-hearted comedy scene.

“It sucks we have to arrest you for being so handsome!” I continued, making sure to lean towards the front row, where some of the fans cheered the loudest. I chuckled as Pezzy squirmed a little, his bashfulness blending seamlessly with the humor. “But it’s kind of like a fun ‘lucky’ experience, right? I mean, going to jail for being too handsome sounds like a wild adventure!”

As I spoke, Pezzy nodded bashfully, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement dancing in his features. He glanced over at his friends, who were grinning widely and egging him on, their encouragement fueling his newfound bravado.

The crowd roared with laughter as I threw my head back dramatically, fanning myself as if the stage lights were an inferno. “Ugh, it’s getting so hot in here, guys! Especially with this one who keeps looking at me!” I gestured toward Pezzy, who was standing there wide-eyed and amused, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Pretending to faint, I brought my hand to my forehead in an exaggerated gesture. “Oh no! My skirt, my skirt! It just wants to come off!” I declared, my voice dripping with theatrical flair. Just as I said this, I noticed Melissa approaching with a playful smirk. With a swift tug, she pulled the string to untie the long version of my skirt, which fell to the ground in a playful pile. The audience gasped in delight, and I struck a dramatic pose to reveal the short skirt underneath, complete with my stylish platform boots.

As the cheers intensified, I took a step out of the fabric heap and cleared my throat with a wink. “Because I really want to sing this song!” I grinned, twirling on my heels as the music began to swell in the background. “And in order to sing this song, I need to be very flexible!”

The crowd giggled knowingly as I alluded to the popular dance number that was perhaps too perfect for the moment. The stage was set, the lights swirling around us, amplifying the energy and excitement in the air.

“This one is for my handsome boyfriend, Pezzy!” I declared boldly, gesturing toward him and then turning my enthusiasm toward the audience. “So, hello, honey, my handsome man!”

The crowd erupted in applause, everyone caught up in the joy of the spontaneous moment. Pezzy's face flushed a deeper shade of red as he chuckled, clearly surprised yet utterly delighted to be at the center of it all. With each word, I could see him swelling with pride, the embarrassment starting to fade away.

The vibrant energy in the venue was palpable, the applause ringing through the air like a celebratory symphony. Pezzy, bathed in the warm glow of the stage lights, was now a colorful mix of bashfulness and sheer joy, his cheeks nearly as pink as the fuzzy handcuffs I had mischievously tucked into my back pocket.

With a playful look, I strutted over to the edge of the stage, propping my hands on my hips as I twirled the handcuffs in the air. “Hey, you!” I called out, my voice playfully laced with prankster charm. “These are for my handsome boyfriend, Pezzy! Let’s make this a night he’ll never forget!”

The crowd erupted into laughter as I tossed the pink, fuzzy handcuffs to the security guard. He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he relayed them over to Pezzy. I watched with bated breath, anticipation bubbling inside me as Pezzy caught sight of the soft cuffs now being placed in his hands.

“Oh, man! Pink handcuffs from her?! What did I do to deserve this?” Pezzy jokes, holding them up for the audience to see. The ripple of laughter and amused whistles filled the room, the playful banter sparking a joyous camaraderie.

I could practically see the wheels turning in his mind as he held them, half-expecting some kind of prank but also reveling in the lightheartedness of the moment. "I guess this means I’m officially arrested for being too charming!" he quipped, flashing a cheeky grin toward me, which sent another wave of applause crashing over us.

“Don’t forget, you’re already in cuffs for your crime of handsomeness, babe!” I teased back, curtsying dramatically as the audience roared in approval. Pezzy held out his arms as if to say, “What can I do?” while pretending to look innocent.

As I made my way back to the main part of the stage, I caught the crowd's energy swirling around me—laughter, applause, and the kind of excitement you could almost touch. I plopped down onto my big, all-white chair, which felt like my personal throne, glistening under the dazzling stage lights. There I sat, striking a playful pose as the music swelled, my cue to bring everything together for a grand finale.

With a dramatic flourish, I beckoned my backup dancers over, who instantly fell into sync with me. They were a colorful blur of sequins and smiles, each one committed to keeping the energy soaring. The infectious rhythm pulsed through my veins, and I couldn't help but beam at Pezzy, who stood at the edge of the stage—his earlier embarrassment fading into admiration as he cheered me on.

As the beat dropped, I started to sing, my voice ringing out clear and confident, wrapping around the audience like a warm embrace. I felt enormous grins radiating from the crowd, souls connecting with the sheer joy of the moment. “Let’s wrap this night up with a bang!” I sang, dancing energetically in my chair, my back up dancers mimicking my moves in perfect synchrony.

With the beat pulsing through my veins, I sat poised and tranquil, a queen waiting for her moment to command the stage. The lights danced around me, casting a golden hue that seemed to blur the edges of reality. I could feel the anticipation in the air, the audience hanging on every note, every motion. The catchy hook filled the venue, and I couldn’t help but lean into the groove.

“Mm, ah-ah, mm

Don’t have to tell your hot ass a thing…”

As I settled into my seat, I exchanged knowing glances with my backup dancers, who were silently counting the beats in their heads with me. The playful lyrics flowed through the air, intoxicating and charged with that delightful energy of the night. While my heart raced with excitement, I took a deep breath, feeling the rhythm weaving its magic around me.

“And oh, yeah, you just get it

Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit!”

With the next line, I rose from my seat, fluidly moving into the choreography we had perfected during countless rehearsals. Like a well-oiled machine, we synchronized seamlessly, an embodiment of pure fun and passion. The music swelled around us, and I felt the electric pull of the crowd’s adoration, propelling us into a series of captivating moves.

I could recall the countless late nights we’d spent in rehearsals, pouring over every detail, laughing as we hit the floor and stumbled before rising with renewed determination. My heart soared as I remembered our inside jokes, the buzz of energy before every performance, and the way we’d felt invincible as we worked together to polish every beat.

“God bless your dad’s genetics, mm, ah,” I sang, aiming my playful gaze into the audience, searching for that familiar face among the sea of excitement. Pezzy stood there, eyes wide and mirroring my joy, the perfect partner in this whirlwind of rhythm. His infectious smile urged me on, giving me strength and a vivid reminder of why I was here, sharing this moment with every one of them.

The air was thick with an intoxicating blend of exhilaration and mischief as I crooned, “You make me wanna make you fall in love!” My voice held a playful tone, teasing the senses and weaving the audience into a vibrant tapestry of sound. “Oh, late at night I'm thinkin' 'bout you, ah,” I sang, letting the words fade into a sultry whisper as I looked out over the crowd, my heart racing with electric energy.

But what followed next was a dash of cheekiness that sent shivers of excitement rippling through the audience. “Wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs?” I offered with a flirtatious sparkle in my eyes, the crowd erupting into roars of laughter and delighted shrieks. The playful banter matched the pulsating rhythm of the music, each beat pulling everyone deeper into the swirling moment.

Then, a familiar sight caught my attention. “Oh, I hear you knockin’, Pezzy, come on up!” I announced, laughter bubbling in my voice, with changing the lyrics.

With every note that spilled from my lips, I could feel the pulsing heartbeat of the crowd entwining with mine, a beautiful symphony of connection and shared energy. “I know you want my touch for life,” I sang, letting the words roll off my tongue like sweet nectar, intoxicating and inviting. “If you love me right, then who knows?” Each lyric felt like a playful challenge, the anticipation hanging in the air like glittering stardust waiting to cascade down.

The excitement built inside me, coursing through my veins as I took a deep breath, letting the notes flow free. “I might let you make me Juno,” I teased, casting a sultry glance towards Pezzy, who was grinning ear to ear, clearly wrapped up in our little world. The crowd let out an enthusiastic cheer, riding the wave of flirtation that combined effortlessly with the rhythm.

“You know, I just might let you lock me down tonight!” I declared the playful mischief in my voice reflecting the spirit of the song. My feet wiggled in my stylish platform boots, each movement emphasizing the fire within me. I was no longer just singing; I was living, embodying every ounce of joy that the music gifted me.

Spinning around on my heel, I felt like a whirlwind, throwing my head back in glee, laughter bubbling out like a sparkling fountain. The choreography flowed seamlessly through me, every twist and turn executed with the grace of a bird in flight, freedom illuminating the stage. I let the music wrap around me, lifting me higher, soaring above the worries of the world.

“One of me is cute, but two, though?” I added, the rhythm pushing me to experiment with my movements. The audience leaned in closer, engaged, their eyes sparkling with shared mischief. “Give it to me, baby,” I sang, beckoning them to join in this playful dance of life.

With my voice soaring, the infectious beat blended with laughter and encouragement from the crowd. “You make me wanna make you fall in love!” I exclaimed, my heartbeat racing in sync with the swaying bodies around me. There was something so special about these moments, transformed into an entire community embracing the joy spurred by music.

I showed my friends, then we high-fived

Sorry if you feel objectified

With renewed energy, I took off toward the center of the runway, where a giant red heart pulsed with vibrant lights, set against the backdrop of the stage. As I stepped closer, the crowd’s applause swelled—a chorus of excitement filling the air. I kept singing, feeling the rush of camaraderie lift me higher, every word a thread woven into our collective celebration.

The atmosphere crackled with electrifying energy as I let the infectious rhythm sweep me off my feet. “Can’t help myself, hormones are high!” I belted out, feeling the surge of excitement radiate from the crowd. With each note that floated through the air, I could feel everyone leaning closer, hungry for more than just a performance—they craved a shared experience.

“Give me more than just some butterflies,” I continued, letting my voice flirt with the lyrics, and that’s when I turned to the audience, eyes twinkling. “C’mon, everyone, I want to hear you sing! Sing with me!” I encouraged, my arms extending wide, inviting them to step into this vibrant world we were creating.

As if complying with an unspoken agreement, the crowd erupted in ecstatic cheers. I could see faces lighting up, phones rising to capture this fleeting moment. I swayed with the beat, letting the rhythm guide my movements, my platform boots tapping emphatically against the stage, resonating with every pulse of the music.

“You make me wanna make you fall in love,” I sang, my voice swirling with flirtation and zest, each note inviting the audience deeper into the lively atmosphere. I was no longer just a performer; I was the spark igniting a bonfire of connection between every soul present.

“Oh, late at night I’m thinkin’ ‘bout you, ah,” I continued, drawing out the last syllable with a sultry drawl, my gaze sweeping the crowd. I watched as they caught the melody, voices rising to meet mine, blending with my own in a mesmerizing harmony that reverberated through the air. It was exhilarating—a euphoric exchange of energy, a moment suspended in time where we were all connected.

“Wanna try out some freaky positions?”

I tossed out cheerfully as I reached the precise spot at the center heart. With the beat guiding me, I spun around, pivoting gracefully until my back faced the audience. I lowered my body onto my knees, the shimmering lights above glinting off the sequins of my outfit, adding an extra layer of dazzle to the moment.

“Have you ever tried this one?” I sang coyly, locking eyes with Pezzy, who stood a few feet away, his jaw slightly dropped, caught off-guard. I couldn’t help but giggle into the microphone, feeling both playful and daring. The crowd responded with roars of laughter and cheers, ready to follow my lead into this cheeky number. My nerves faded as the thrill of the performance pulsed through me like a spark.

With my knees apart, I performed an exaggerated cowgirl wrangling motion—purposely over-the-top and theatrical, aimed at turning a spark of flirtation into a full-blown fire of fun. As I wriggled and swayed, my heart danced in rhythm, and I let the laughter erupt from my lips, knowing that this was both an invitation and a celebration of our quirky fun.

The audience mirrored my energy, some gasping playfully, some laughing alongside me, and Pezzy’s wide-eyed look transformed into one of admiration mixed with sheer glee. His laughter rang out as he leaned forward, utterly enchanted by the spontaneity of the moment

As the electrifying lyrics echoed around the venue, I could feel the energy of the crowd amplifying every word. “I know you want my touch for life!” I belted out, feeling empowered and mischievous, every beat of the music thrumming through my entire being. The buzzing anticipation of what was to come ignited a spark within me, fueling the magic of the night.

The spotlight landed on me as I reclined on the floor—a brief pause that drew every eye towards my silhouette. I winked at the crowd, relishing the thrill of their collective gaze. The stage was set, but I wasn't the only star tonight; we were all part of this unforgettable moment, woven together through rhythm and laughter.

“If you love me right, then who knows?” I sang, my playful smirk lighting up the room. Pezzy’s eyes danced in the audience, full of delight and intrigue; there was an unspoken connection, a promise of spontaneity hanging in the air.

“I might let you make me Juno,” I added teasingly, feeling a wave of excitement rush over me. The clever nod to adventure and playful connections felt like a secret that could ignite the room. As the next line approached, the anticipation built, and I felt the energy shifting, the stage ready to burst with life.

“You know,” I sang with a sultry flair, “I just might let you lock me down tonight!”

At that moment, my platform began to rise, slowly elevating me above the floor, a mechanical marvel that added an extra layer of drama to the unfolding performance. I relished the sensation, the wind tousling my hair as the crowd gasped, eyes wide with surprise. They were riveted, and I could sense their excitement—a shared thrill that surged through the audience like electric currents.

Everything intensified as I grinned down at my friends, backup dancers standing confidently at the edges, ready to support my journey upwards. “One of me is cute, but two, though?” I mouthed playfully before my voice soared back into the chorus.

“Give it to me, baby!” I shouted, letting the exuberance of the moment resonate within me. My body danced, the platform swirling to a standstill, allowing me space to showcase a choreography that was both cheeky and sophisticated.”You make me wanna make you fall in love”

The energy in the air crackled as I issued the call to action. “Alright Houston, I need everybody to get as low to the ground as you can, with me right now,” I said, my voice slightly breathless but laced with excitement, buzzing with the thrill of the moment. The crowd, a sea of eager faces illuminated by swirling lights, shifted in unison like a wave, laughter and shouts bubbling up as they accepted the challenge.

“Come on, let me see you!” I encouraged, looking out over the masses, their energy swelling around me. There was something exhilarating about drawing everyone into this little shared moment, something that transcended the mundane and united us in raw, uninhibited joy. “Get low to the ground, all the way down! I want to look at all you guys!”

The laughter poured forth as everyone playfully hunkered down, some using their hands for balance, others tucking themselves into exaggerated crouches. The sight was a kaleidoscope of movement and exhilaration, a visual representation of our collective spirit.

“I need you guys to sing this at the top of your lungs! Are you ready?” I shouted, arms wide as if embracing the entire crowd. Anticipation hung thick in the air, and I could practically feel their excitement thrumming against the soles of my feet. “Let’s do it!”

As I sank to my knees on the platform, feeling the energy of the crowd radiate around me, I leaned back slightly, allowing the vibrant lights to dance above me. “Adore me, hold me, and explore me,” I sang, my voice dripping with emotion. The words felt like an invitation, cascading into the sea of fans before me, igniting a spark of connection that pulsed through the air.

Then, I paused, letting the music linger, allowing the excitement to build as I watched the crowd. They took over the next two lines without hesitation, their voices soaring to the rafters, a beautiful wave of sound that washed over me. It was electrifying to witness them embrace the moment, filling the space with their enthusiasm and passion.

As I caught my breath, I could see the joy on their faces, reflecting my own exhilaration. Some were reaching out, their arms raised high, while others swayed to the rhythm—each person lost in their interpretation of what this music meant to them. It was a glorious sight, a human connection woven together by the threads of song and celebration.

Mark your territory

Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one

With the echoes of passionate voices clinging in the air, I felt the music course through me, intensifying every heartbeat and leaving a swirl of connection and intimacy between us all. The lyrics cut straight to the pulse of desire, igniting an exhilarating sense of urgency in the room that no one could ignore.

“Adore me, hold me, and explore me,” I sang, threading the sentiment into the fabric of our shared experience. It was thrilling to deliver these words, electric and raw, sparking a deeper energy amongst the crowd. As I watched them embrace every syllable, intoxicated by the rhythm, it felt like we were all entwined in a powerful journey together, surrendering to the allure of the moment.

“I’m so fuckin' horny!” I declared playfully, feeling the atmosphere shift ever so slightly. The crowd erupted into cheers, laughter, and playful shouts, feeding off my energy as they instinctively recognized the liberation inherent in the music. This wasn’t just a concert—it was a celebration of wanting, of primal instinct, and of being fully alive in a world where we often muted our desires.

“Tell me I’m the only, only, only, only one!” I sang, my voice soaring above the sea of bodies. In that instant, I could feel their heartbeats syncing with mine, a frantic rhythm that encapsulated longing and connection. Everyone was caught in the web of desire spun by the perfect merging of music and emotion, their expressions ranging from joyful rebellion to sensual wonder.

It was intoxicating, this blend of vulnerability and power, shared by all in that space. I could see several people leaning into one another, locked in a gaze that spoke volumes, while others surrendered to the beat, dancing like no one was watching. It was a riot of emotion—freedom mixed with longing, connection tempered by exhilaration.

The energy surged as we unraveled the layers of meaning within the song, weaving our individual stories into this one night. Each person was telling their own narrative—of love, want, and exploration—alongside the rhythm, feeling emboldened to express the depths of their desires.

I gazed at the crowd and, for an instant, I became aware that we had all gathered here, not just for a performance, but for something much more profound; we were here to celebrate the exhilarating act of being truly human, to embrace who we really are beneath the societal norms and expectations.

“Are you with me, Houston?” I urged, my voice rising with urgency and delight, wanting to amplify the connection even more. The crowd responded thunderously, a wave of sound washing over me, drowning out any traces of hesitation.

The chorus built again, and I could feel the anticipation swirling in the air. “Let's release ourselves into this moment!” I shouted, feeling the pulse of raw energy drive us forward. The crowd surged in their response, a brilliant manifesto of souls eager to shed inhibitions and embrace the rhythm.

As the platform descended, the vibrant energy of the crowd seemed to heighten, swirling around us like a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation. I caught the eyes of my manager and the security personnel nearby, and I could see the playful grin on Pezzy’s face as he stood with his friends, eagerly awaiting the moment I’d bring him up to join me.

With a quick nod, I communicated my thoughts—Pezzy was more than just a friend; he was a force of energy and creativity, and I knew having him on stage would elevate the night to dizzying heights. I flashed a subtle thumbs up, a signal that ignited a spark of thrill among those nearby. The crowd, still pulsing with enthusiasm, caught on to the cue, their cheers morphing into a harmonious swell of excitement.

“Houston, are you ready for something special?” I called out, letting my voice cascade over the crowd like a wave. The response was thunderous—people jumped, shouted, and reached for the stage as if collectively caught in a trance of euphoria. It was exhilarating!

With a flourish, I gestured to Pezzy, beckoning him to the stage. He moved with infectious energy, bounding forward as soon as he saw my signal. The moment he stepped onto the platform, the atmosphere shifted once more—the vibe instantly transformed as he connected with the audience, his enthusiasm spilling forth like a cascade of fireworks.

As I fast-walked toward Pezzy, the electric energy swirling around us reached a crescendo. It was as if time slowed down for that brief moment, and everything blurred—the vibrant lights, the jubilant crowd, the pounding beat of the music—everything except him.

When we finally met in the center of the stage, I leaped into his embrace. In a seamless collaboration, he caught me effortlessly, wrapping his strong arms around my waist as he spun me around. Laughter bubbled up between us, the kind that felt genuine and unfiltered, resonating with the joy radiating from the thousands of faces in the audience.

“You make me wanna fall in love!” I sang the last lyric of the song, my voice filled with sincerity, every note a testament to the connection we shared. The crowd erupted in cheers, their applause swelling around us like a tidal wave of support. Looking up into Pezzy's eyes, I felt a magnetic pull that deepened the moment—everything around us faded until it was just the two of us, cocooned in our shared excitement.

His eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and warmth, and I could see that he was just as caught up in this whirlwind as I was. There was an unspoken bond between us, one that went beyond friendship and danced on the edges of something deeper. As he grinned down at me, I could tell he felt the electricity in the air, a desire for more than just the stage and the performance—it was a connection that spoke volumes without uttering a single word

As I stood there on my tippy toes, the crowd around us faded into the background, almost as if the universe was holding its breath. Pezzy leaned down, his presence enveloping me in warmth and a sense of undeniable magic. For that instant, the world melted away—there was no spotlight, no roaring audience, just him and me existing in our little bubble of connection.

And then, we kissed.

It wasn’t just a meeting of lips; it was an explosion of emotion. The kiss was filled with love and adoration, a tender yet passionate moment that seemed to stretch on forever. I could feel the electricity sparking between us, the warmth radiating from our bodies igniting the air around us. Each heartbeat echoed louder than the bass from the speakers, and every whisper of the crowd faded into nothingness, leaving only the rhythm of our connection.

As the kiss deepened, I could sense the thrill of the audience realizing what was happening. A collective gasp rose from the crowd, and I heard a wave of cheers erupt, filling the space with an indescribable energy. We were no longer two performers—but two souls intertwining on stage, standing proudly in our truth, unafraid to express the bond that tied us together.

The intensity of the moment captured the essence of everything that had led us here—the long hours of rehearsals, the shared glances, the laughter in the dressing rooms, even the whispered secrets between songs. This was a bold declaration, a confession that transcended the performance. The kiss spoke of the feelings we had nurtured quietly, just beneath the surface, and now, here they were, fully visible and celebrated in front of thousands.

When we finally pulled away, our foreheads resting against each other, the crowd erupted into a fervor, chanting our names, a mixture of love and joy reverberating through the air. I could hardly believe the rush of emotions—the exhilaration tinged with vulnerability, the thrill of being unabashedly ourselves in the spotlight where so many watched and cheered us on.

“I didn’t think we’d go public like this!” Pezzy chuckled, his breath mingling with mine, still bathed in the joyous afterglow of the kiss. The playful tone in his voice made my heart flutter, a beacon of comfort amidst the excitement.

“Me neither, but it felt right,” I replied, a grin stretching across my face. At that moment, I understood that there was no turning back. The connection we shared was real, and the love was something worth celebrating.

As the crowd continued to cheer, we turned to them, our excitement palpable, the bond between us now revealed for all to see. “Are you ready for more?” Pezzy called out, his voice booming with enthusiasm. The audience roared their approval, a tidal wave of energy that surged throughout the venue.

We jumped back into the music adding Pezzy into the scenes and more, seamlessly blending our joy and excitement into the rhythm. Each line we sang felt charged with a new meaning—every lyric somehow embodying our newfound dynamic, turning what was just performance into something experiential and heartfelt.

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