#Mango People Media

[mixmangosmangoverse]

Sometimes I do feel like I fall into the trap of only watching mainstream kids stuff that Tumblr does but also I must remind myself that this blog is a place for fun and venting. I've been going outside my media comfort zone a lot this year but I'm still gonna keep talking about PreCure here because that's what brings me fun

[mangosaurus]

not to discourse on main but how can anybody watch season 3 of jwcc and think it's BAD 💀

[novy2sirius]

MOON HOUSE CORE © novy2sirius

trigger warning: suicide, violence, eating, hypochondria, trauma, mental health issues ♡

this is just a random post abt things ppl with these placements could experience ♡

these r only abt isolated placements so take it with a grain of salt bc the whole chart matters ♡

a lot of these r experiences i’ve heard from my friends and ppl who’ve purchased readings from me directly ♡

moon in 1h core

not being able to hide ur emotions bc they’re literally evident on ur face, youthful beauty, constantly changing ur outlook on life depending on how u feel at the time, getting told u look young for ur age, getting mad bc boys/girls call u cute instead of hot, mothering everyone, likes to be pampered and babied, throws child-like fits if lower vibrational, being a lot like ur mom even tho sometimes u don’t wanna admit it, even if ur a boy having emotional responses like a teenage girl, growing up with parents that had anger issues so now u have anger issues, being asked if ur sad all the time by ppl when ur not even sad it’s just ur resting face, having a comforting aura, ur mood instantly being ruined the moment anything makes u insecure at all, looking good in light blue and white outfits

moon in 2h core

having a cute voice, wanting to spend all ur money bc u had a bad day and r emotional, eating bc u’re emotional af, ur comfort place being a restaurant/fast food spot, having a wife who brings lots of stability to ur life, having a good singing voice, feeling emotionally connected to inanimate objects such as ur stuffed animal, not feeling happy around ppl who bring instability to ur life, spending all ur money on things related to music/food, love language is gift giving and physical touch, not feeling loved by ur partner when they don’t hug u every second, feeling more comfortable around ppl who share the same values as u, only having a good work ethic when ur happy, caring abt ppl more when they spoil u with gifts

moon in 3h core

being extremely charming and able to persuade others easily, having a rly soft voice and being told u sound like a child, being scared to do anything when ur sibling/a companion doesn’t come with u, feeling more emotionally connected to ppl u share similar opinions/interests with, being more talkative around ppl when ur comfortable and quiet around random ppl, posting emo stuff on social media when u were in middle school, having a lot of the same interests as ur mom, being close with ur neighbors growing up and riding bikes with them around the neighborhood and selling lemonade on the side of the road, being obsessed with romance books

moon in 4h core

playing house a lot as a kid, either being rly close with ur mom or having extreme mommy issues, being obsessed with self care related things and not being able to go to sleep without doing ur skin care routine, being emotional just by existing, coming off as emotional even when ur not emotional, feeling deep emotion for ppl and feeling attached to them and then realizing that they don’t feel the same way bc u’ve literally only talked for a week and u just have a problem with getting attached to ppl easily, feeling most comfortable with people that make u feel feminine, being a talented nurse or realtor, having a very nurturing aura

moon in 5h core

having a lot of hobbies that don’t involve leaving ur house, being hot, ppl always telling u that u have celebrity/star vibes, having a bunch of creative ideas but being afraid to share them bc ur shy, being insanely dramatic and then later regretting it heavily, being a good actor, contemplating killing urself every time u got grounded as a kid bc ur dramatic, feeling happiest when ur by the ocean or water, being a hopeless romantic, falling in love w cancer placements but wishing u didn’t, loving mango/citrus flavored foods/drinks, being scared of violent video games and wanting to play sims or minecraft instead, being rly good with kids/kids naturally loving u, growing up with egotistical parents, rewatching the same films/shows over and over bc they bring u comfort

moon in 6h core

being able to tell how someone rly feels even when they try and hide it bc u can analyze ppl rly well, loves animals and feels better when they have an emotional support pet, love language is acts of service and gift giving, having rly bad anxiety any time u leave the house (and in general) these ppl r huge homebodies, being a hypochondriac and thinking ur gonna die every time u have a single bad physical health symptom and googling ur symptoms then becoming even more worried bc google says ur abt to have a heart attack, chronic overthinker

moon in 7h core

being rly charming and having a lot of secret admirers, being scared to come outside ur comfort zone without a companion/partner with u, being fruity af, making ur friends/lovers order food for u bc ur too shy to, wanting harmony/peace and hating when someone argues with u or tries to start conflict with u but unfortunately still managing to attract lots of enemies even when u try to avoid drama, being able to negotiate with others easily, trying to be nice to ppl and killing them with kindness and u still end up getting hurt, being attractive to society but insecure abt ur looks, feeling sad if u don’t look pretty at all times, moving to live near ur bf/gf bc ur too attached to be in a long distance relationship, hates hookup culture

moon in 8h core

being sexualized a lot, ppl randomly confiding in u abt their traumas when u didn’t even bring anything abt it up, not being able to hookup bc you’ll get too attached, having a lot of family trauma that has now affected u emotionally and made u rly defensive any time someone talks to u in a slightly off tone, being a witch, doing love spells on ur crush so they’ll like u, having dark humor, feeling like u wanna die on ur period and going insane and acting like another person and then when u go off it realizing how dramatic u were, getting a boob job, being sent d*ck/p*ssy pics a lot without even asking for them, getting inheritance from ur family, getting surgery when u were young, spiritually transforming the most when ur alone

moon in 9h core

wanting to leave ur home country and never come back, trying to run away as a kid and packing a bag then coming back bc ur scared after only getting half way down ur street, adapting to ur surroundings quickly and easily being influenced by others, having a closer connection with ur grandparents than ur actual parents, having good ethics and not vibing with ppl around u who don’t, having ur first romantic relationship in college, feeling more comfortable around cultures outside of ur own or feeling more emotionally connected to cultures outside of ur own, cutting out ppl quickly when they’re negative and when they don’t support ur plans in life, having a thing for athletic boys/girls

moon in 10h core

having a star-like quality, finding comfort in being a workhorse and working all the time and using it as a way to distract urself from all ur problems in life, feeling like life is meaningless if ur not constantly going out and doing things, trying to keep things private but they end up getting out anyway, having a reputation of being a softie, feeling closer to ur dad than ur mom or having extreme daddy issues no in between, leaving behind a legacy that inspires others and touches them emotionally, being talented in careers that r an emotional outlet for u

moon in 11h core

having a very friendly aura and being able to socialize well but still sometimes having a low social battery at the same time, having a lot of influence on others and attracting a lot of ppl that r fans of u, being easily influenced and sometimes easily manipulated, having a lot of mood swings, being emotionally unpredictable, fearing being alone/dying alone and ppl abandoning u, being able to social network rly well, being closer to a step/half parent than a biological parent, throwing the best house parties, forming closer emotional connections online than in real life, being closer to ur online friends than in person friends, having a deep desire for someone to just care abt u and give u attention

moon in 12h core

having a lot of dreams that weirdly predict things almost perfectly, being obsessed with the feeling of nostalgia but also hating it at the same time, having an ethereal beauty, using astrology as a way to get an explanation for ur trauma so u can feel more validated, falling into a deep depression every time u run out of shows to watch, imagining fake scenarios in ur head abt rly bad things happening and crying over it when ur bored, looking like a mermaid/man, dwelling on the past a lot, being able to mask rly well and pretend ur someone ur not and doing it sm to fit in that u don’t even know who u r anymore, struggling with mental health issues ever since u were a child and feeling like u were sad even as a kid but not knowing why, hearing ppl talk randomly when ur abt to fall asleep but no one’s there, having a lot of hidden enemies that u may have had a close emotional connection with before that end up stabbing u in the back, feeling alone even when ur not alone

comment if u want more of these 🗣️

[4theitgirls]

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[viennakarma]

Alonso Shenanigans

Fernando Alonso x Reader

Summary: Mamá has business to attend, and Fernando is left to watch his son and get a hold of his whereabouts.

Word count: 1.8k

Tags: female reader, established relationship, tooth rotting fluff, dad!Nando, silly little slice of life, not beta read

Relationship: Fernando Alonso x Reader

Note: Another bite sized fluffy Nando fic, because I think about that one thing he said about finding happiness in becoming a father at least four times a week. Comments and feedback are appreciated xx

“Are you sure, love?” You asked again, nervous, watching as Fernando carried Alejandro attached to his hip.

“Yes, I’m sure, will you be back later today?” Fernando asked, as Ale played with his father’s hair, mumbling a little lullabye.

“Yes, in around three hours,” you said, kissing the top of Ale’s head, then pecking Fernando’s lips, “I’m really sorry, this meeting came out of nowhere, I promise I’ll make it up to you when-”

“Amor, it’s ok,” Fernando interrupted, “Go, we’ll behave and wait for you.”

It was just media day, but unfortunately a last minute meeting at your company needed to happen, and you’d have to leave your husband and kid alone in the paddock so you could go back to the hotel to attend the meeting online.

“Love you two to the moon and back!” You said, scurrying off.

“Mamá!” Alejandro asked, suddenly noticing his mother’s absence, and getting fussy.

“Mamá had to work, we’re going to have a lot of fun together today!” Fernando said, putting him on the floor, and holding his hand.

He took Alejandro all around, when he went to talk with the mechanics about the last update to his car, when he went to take a few pictures, recording a few marketing stuff, here and there. Everyone knew Alejandro as “Little Alonso”, his tiny feet padding around, his head full of disheveled brown wavy hair, and eyes that were pretty much the same as his father. He was always around, pointing at his dad’s car, muttering gibberish half in spanish and half in english, he also liked walking to the engineers pulling on their shirts to get their attention so he could ask for a headphone.

At the age of four and a half, Alejandro was a known face around the paddocks, always asking questions and waiting to know about everyone’s business.

“Papá, I’m hungry!” Alejandro patted his own belly, which made his dad chuckle.

“Ok, we’re getting food, campeoncito,” Fernando muttered, leading his son to his room. Inside, he rummaged through all his bags, searching for his snacks and juice bottle.

He ended up sitting beside Alejandro in the cafeteria, the little boy munching in a pot of cut fruits, a bag of chips, and a mango juice. Alejandro talked about everything, asking about the people and the colors, and why everything was where it was.

Eventually, Fernando had a meeting, so he set a little playing mat to Alejandro on the floor of the meeting room, where he put his son’s toys, paper and crayons. 

“Papá, yo quiero inside your car!” Ale asked, as Fernando placed him on the little mat.

“I’ll take you to sit in my car as soon as we finish here, yes? Just sit tight and I’ll be really fast. Do you want to play with your toys, or paint a little? Come on,” Fernando took a crayon and started drawing, looking over his shoulder to see his engineers and strategists getting inside, sitting down, opening their laptops and notes. Nobody batted an eye to Fernando kneeling on the floor, convincing his kid to sit quietly. Everyone was used to the Alonsos’ shenanigans.

Finally, after making sure Alejandro was still on the mat, under his sight, Fernando went on and started the meeting.

It took something between 20 and 30 minutes until it was over, and when Fernando went to pick Alejandro, he noticed his little boy wasn’t there anymore, and the door was slightly ajar. Muttering every curse word he could think of, he bolted outside. Alejandro had become a little menace in escaping rooms now that he was tall enough to tiptoe and reach a door handle.

“Have you seen Alejandro?” He stopped a couple of the staff in the hall to ask. They just shook their heads. He went to the garage, and stopped the whole team of mechanics, his heart beating faster than it did when racing, “Have you guys seen Alejandro?”

“He walked past with Lance a few minutes ago,” Someone said, pointing outside. Fernando breathed again, ok, at least he wasn’t alone, roaming around and in danger.

Striding forward, Fernando kept looking for his teammate and his son, and eventually ended up in Ferrari. He walked inside to ask Carlos if he had seen the little boy, but he stopped short when he noticed a tiny hand print made with what looked like grease on the livery of the 55 Ferrari, and the letters “ALE” written sloppily with the very same black grease.

“Oh, mierda,” he whispered. Carlos noticed him, walking up to Fernando with a smile.

“Ale was just here with Lance, we talked for a couple of seconds, and when we looked, he had his hand printed on the car,” Carlos explained, as Fernando winced.

“Lo siento, Carlos. Do you know where they might have gone?” He asked.

“Well, Lance said he was going to wash Ale’s hands. So, back to Aston Martin, maybe?” Carlos shrugged.

Fernando went back to his garage, looking for Lance and Alejandro. Finally, he found Lance using a cloth to dry his hands. He smiled and waved at Fernando, who quickly went up to him.

“Is Alejandro with you?” Fernando asked.

“Oh, he saw George walking by, ran up to him and they both bolted together. I have no idea where they went. Sorry.” Lance muttered.

Fernando walked out again, going to the Mercedes motorhome to find his son once again. Honestly, everyone loved Alejandro way more than they loved Fernando, he was pretty sure, and the little boy was frankly a menace all around. If he found someone like George to match his energy, they would go around causing trouble to everyone.

At the Mercedes motorhome, he found Lewis staring curiously at a bowl of fruits.

“Hey, have you seen Alejandro? Lance said he and Geor-” Fernando stopped himself when he got closer to the table where the bowl of fruits sat.

“Well, for sure they’ve been here,” Lewis muttered, holding an apple, showing how the fruit had one single bite taken off. One little bite which Fernando knew very well who that dental arch belonged to. There was a bite on the apple, the banana, the pear, the peach and every single fruit there.

“¡Ay, dios mio! I’m sorry about this!” Fernando whispered, “I need to find them before him and George set the whole paddock on fire.”

Fernando walked out, knowing that George was probably going to look for Alex or Lando, who would probably support their little mischief around. He found Williams garage first, where he found a laughing Logan Sargeant picking up what looked like hundreds of little pieces of lego. And Fernando knew his kid, and knew he loved throwing things to the floor to make a mess.

“That’s Alejandro’s doing, right?” Fernando asked, wide eyed. Logan nodded and explained how the little boy had been there with George to taunt Alex after throwing his lego piece to the floor and scattering all the tiny pieces. Fernando helped Logan pick up the pieces from the floor.

“The three of them left, saying they had to prank Lando too,” Logan told Fernando, when they finished.

Fernando ran off, walking to McLaren, where he found Lando washing off his hair which was tangled in pink play dough, and George was trying to help him. Standing a little far behind, Alex had Alejandro sitting on his shoulders, the two of them giggling with Oscar.

“Alejandro didn’t do that, did he?” Fernando asked, worried and getting angry.

“No, no!” George was quick, “that was an accident on my part!”

“Yeah, little Alonso is innocent on this!” Lando added. Fernando squinted, not sure if he fully believed that, since Fernando himself had gone through something similar with Alejandro and his play dough.

“Look, any kind of oil will remove that from your hair,” Fernando patted his back, walking to his kid.

Alex gave him Alejandro, who Fernando decided was best to keep attached to him, not letting the little boy out of his sight again.

“Green! Verde, verde!” Alejandro was exclaiming to Alex.

“What is going on, pollito?” Fernando asked.

“He asked me to paint my hair green next time,” Alex explained, showing his blonde hair.

“And you agreed?” Fernando frowned.

“Yeah, whatever little Alonso wants, little Alonso gets,” Alex shrudded, laughing and pinching Alejandro chubby cheeks.

“You guys spoil him too much!” Fernando shook his head, waving goodbye and taking Alejandro back to his garage, “now I understand why mamá wants to buy a little backpack leash for you, little troublemaker.”

Alejandro held his face, looking into his eyes, then hugging him tight, which made Fernando’s annoyance from having to chase his son around completely dissolve, and he melted, hugging his boy. He could never get angry with his cute little man, especially when he reminded him so much of his younger self.

“Papá? Where’s Mamá?” Alejandro asked, looking around.

“Mamá is coming back soon, pollito,” he whispered, kissing his son’s cheek, “I’m missing her too.”

Fernando didn’t lose sight of Alejandro anymore, and when he had to leave for the press conference with other drivers, he left his PR manager to watch Alejandro while you had not come back. He was sitting on the sofa, answering questions but he still could watch Alejandro in a little chair on the opposite side of the room, beside the manager.

At some point, he noticed Alejandro getting fussy and pouty from staying in the same place alone for too long and looking fairly sleepy, Fernando could tell from one look.

“Alejandro,” Fernando called into the mic, the little boy looked around, hearing his dad’s voice, finally, he set his eyes on Fernando and jumped from the chair, “vente aquí.”

The boy took off, running towards his dad, eliciting a little “aw” from the journalists, and a lot of cameras following him until he got to his father, sitting on his lap, nuzzling into Fernando’s chest.

Fernando kept answering questions, and in a couple off minutes, Alejandro was fully asleep. Everyone started talking a little lower, as to not disturb the little one who was sleeping so calmly on his dad’s chest.

When the press conference was over, Fernando carried Alejandro inside his room, keeping his son on his lap, while he went through some data.

Finally when you came back, you found Alejandro on Fernando’s chest, his dad holding him tight while both of them took a little nap, looking so much like each other that it warmed your heart. You kissed both of their heads, running your fingers through Fernando’s hair to wake him up.

“Let’s go back to the hotel, so my pretty boys can eat and rest properly, yes?” You said, kissing Fernando softly, his eyes shining with so much adoration that he didn’t need to say the words, you could see the I love you. “Did you two behave?”

“Like angels!” Fernando winked, which told you that they probably had some Alonso Shenanigans today.

[seagulltheseawing]

!! ATTENTION TUMBLR !!

i’m sorry i’m dragging this shit on. Have a picture of mangos ref for more notice bc i really need peoples attention. im trying to debunk everything with the drama i had with aegean / aeg3an because i dont feel safe on any social media platform and ive been bordering into extremely obsessive thoughts about how i can’t trust anyone or people are secretly plotting to hurt me or something about how everyone is going to leave me or something. I just want people to take their time to read this response document. Do NOT take sides with me or aegean because neither of us were right.

[russellsppttemplates]

Charles excitedly telling reader how big the baby in readers belly is every week

Cw: reader's pregnant

"Did you know this week, the baby is the size of an avocado?", Charles said as he unloaded the food shop on the kitchen island counter, helping you with putting everything in its place, "I got the notification from the pregnancy app when I was shopping, so I had to go and get some - maybe we can do guacamole with them -, and look, it's baby Leclerc!", he lifted the avocado in a glorified way before he put it next to your baby bump.

"It's weird in a way", you analysed it, "I just feel bloated, little one has barely popped", you smiled, comparing the bloat to the fruit in front of you.

.

"Do you have mangos here?", Charles asked as he walked inside the Alpine hospitality to meet Pierre, "I'm not sure, I don't usually work in the kitchen", the frenchman chuckled as his wife joined them.

"Are you going to take this week's picture?", Francisca chirped in, "Oh, I'll go ask if they have one", she promptly said, leaving Pierre a bit lost on their conversation when Charles nodded and thanked her.

"What are you two on about?", he asked, seeing you at the entrance of the hospitality, too, "Oh, your wife looks pissed, or maybe it's just pregnancy - Oh, maybe she finally realised what being married to you is like!", he joked, tapping his back as you walked up to him, hugging Pierre before looking at Charles.

"I told you you shouldn't bother other people, amour", you pouted, kissing his cheek and watching Kika coming to join you, the fruit in her hand, "I found it! And before you come at me, I love those pictures, there's no way you're missing this week's!", she explained.

"We can have one with the four of us!", you smiled after you let Charles take one on your own, "baby boy is getting so big", you cooed, tears brimming your eyes which he quickly soothed, "I know, amour, I know, you're doing such a good job growing him", he said as he kissed your forehead.

.

"It only makes sense, amour, plus they said they would let me do it!", Charles said as he pulled you in front of the McLaren garage, one of the media girls joining them with Lando and Oscar, "hey Leclercs! Y/N, looking lovely as usual", they greeted as Charles took the papaya out of the bag he kept it in.

"Baby Leclerc is the size of a papaya, so we're taking a picture with the people from papaya!", she cheered into the camera, recording the moment for you and Charles.

"I know you think I get too excited, but it's so incredible, and this is our baby right now", he held the fruit, "I can't wait to meet him!".

(Thank you for submitting an ask ✨️)

[ms-nesbit]

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[azialways]

i hate to love you

“i love you like id love to see you dead.”

serial killer!reader x canon typical ronin

cw: murder, canon typical violence and gore, swearing, sexual tension, suggestive content

clearly marked 18 plus content, warning given plus 🫀 marked

sex organs nonspecific

3.2k words

Blood on their hands, guts across the floor…it was beautiful. Another job well done.

“The media would eat this up” Y/N thought to themself. Maybe even steal the spotlight from that annoying bitch they called “The Butcher.” The Butcher and Y/N, or as the media called them “The Shredder,” had never officially met. Sure, they were constantly battling for the front page on the tabloids, but they never actually talked or met.

He and they were actually similar in their kills, they were bloody, gorey, and messy. Messy in the sense that there constantly was gore all over the scene. But Y/N’s difference? They would shred the body up into tiny pieces and leave the head untouched. Imagine it, a shriveled and sliced up body with guts leaking out and shit, but the head separated and perfectly clean. Gross, right? It was just how they liked it.

After another night of successful slashing, Y/N went home to clean up. Having blood, guts and body matter wasn’t the nicest thing to have on your body, so a shower was warranted. They forgot how nice it was, the feeling of being clean. It was almost as nice as the kill, almost. The spray of the water, the smell of their soap and shampoo, it was all nice. Slash season was back up again, so it was a constant rinse and repeat of kill shower kill shower, but this time Y/N had to take honest time, since there was so much on them.

Once they were out of the shower, they dried off, put some PJs on and sat on their desk. They were scrolling through the internet when they got a dm on the dark web from someone they didn’t know.

Unknown 9:48PM

Hey! Saw your profile and thought you’d be a lovely addition to our group! Here’s the link, and the code ^^

no rush whatsoever, and i promise this isn’t some weird spam thing 🤍🤍

1 link attached

code: k!llerch8t_b00t.mango

Y/N

uh who ru? sorry lmao i just am kinda suspiciousssss

Unknown

you’ll figure out soon enough! promise i’m not weird, just introducing you to a community i think you’ll like 🤍🤍

Huh. Weird. Maybe they’ll try it for the shits and giggles. Y/N clicked the link, and their IP grabber blocker warns that the link tried to grab it. Ha. Nice try.

Y/N 10:01 PM

an IP grabber? Really? Real rookie.

Unknown

what? there’s an IP grabber??

Ugh that dumbass. Sorry! I’ll deactivate it.

Then there was a hold between the conversation until she claimed she turned it off. So they checked, and there was no warning this time, so they joined. First think Y/N saw, a server named “SLAUGHTERHOUSE_LOSERS_v.4.4.4.mango.” interesting.

then a message in the main chat

#main

Angelic: welcome to our server @ y/n

hitmeuppp: oh shit! new person alert!

goreboy: angel who Did you invite

Angelic: they’ll tell! why don’t you start getting roles and introducing yourself!

y/n: hold on, Angel. youre the one who invited me?

Angelic: yep!

y/n: so what is this?

hitmeuppp: a server for the coolest people on the planet 😼😼

Angelic: Haha, Misaki said it! It’s a server for serial killers, and I figured you’d be interested in meeting more of us.

What did she mean by “more of us.” Did she know who they were???

y/n: wdym��do you like…know who i am?

Angelic: yep! I know who and what you are 🤍

Angelic: but don’t worry! we’re all the same, this isn’t some prank or sting operation

Okay. That’s interesting. A serial killer server? This has gotta be a joke, right? Y/N checked the roles, and clicked the ones that applied. Then saw the intros, which had some ACTUAL serial killer names. They had to ask.

#main

y/n: @Eviscerator1990 wait are you actually the fucking Sunset Slasher?

Eviscerator1990: Yes. I am.

y/n: no fucking way. they never caught you. i’m like, a huge fan.

Eviscerator1990: Nice To Meet A Fan Of Mine. Who Are You?

y/n: you’ll see in intros :p

#introductions

y/n: hey! i’m y/n aka The Shredder 🕺 uhh i go by (your pronouns), i killed quite a few ppl, uh you might’ve heard of me? anyways hope we get along cuz if not ill find you /j

#main 1 server ping!

goreboy: seriously @y/n you’re The fucking Shredder?

y/n: uh yeah, what about it?

goreboy: well well Well, guess i’ve Finally met my biggest Rival.

y/n: i’m not sure i follow

y/n: oh wait yes i do. you’re the Butcher huh?

goreboy: bingo darling. the One and Only.

Angelic: i take it you two know each other?

y/n: something like that…

goreboy: they’re always taking my spot on the front page of the tabloids.

y/n: sucks to suck, goreboy.

y/n: what an edgy ass username anyways. 2020 is calling and they want their account back.

goreboy: shut up Dipshit or i’ll shred You Myself

y/n: woah woah woah, no need to get so feisty. take me out on a date first 🙄

goreboy: i’m sure you and My crowbar would Make just Fine dates.

hitmeuppp: alright guys let’s be nice, as much as i love the drama.

Then they got a ping from private messages.

goreboy would like to send you a message!

Y/N accepted

goreboy

so, you’re actually The Slasher? or are you Some wannabe?

y/n: would Angel invite me if I wasn’t?

goreboy: true. you got any pics to prove it?

y/n: what? do you need something to jerk off to at night?

goreboy: heh. you’re cute. i got the Tabloids for that, Sweetheart.

goreboy: regardless. You and I have been at it for a while, huh? Think it’s time we finally see what the other looks like?

y/n: one file attatched {selfie of Y/N standing over a slashed up body with the head loose}

y/n: that good enough for ya?

goreboy: plenty, darling.

Then Y/N turned off their PC, tucking into bed for the night. The night was generally quiet, dreamless, nothing abnormal. But for some reason, they woke up earlier than usual. They checked the time, 5am. They were bored, so they sat on their chair and launched Netflix. It was time to watch Heathers again, it was a comfort movie, regardless of how not comforting it can be.

Unfortunately, goreboy would not let down. He was awake too, and he kept spamming them every 10 minutes or so, so eventually they paused the movie and switched tabs. There was 20 unread messages and 2 missed calls.

goreboy

goreboy: respond. I know you’re not Busy.

goreboy: aw look, your news Page is up!

goreboy: a link attached: The Slasher strikes Again!

y/n: aw you’re stalking my tabloid? you’re obsessed.

y/n: what do you want i'm watching Heathers.

goreboy: good movie. 10/10 would Recommend.

goreboy: now get on call.

y/n: no.

goreboy: yes.

y/n: no. heathers is more important.

goreboy: while I typically would Agree with That statement. no.

y/n: you’re just gonna spam me til I respond, won’t you.

goreboy: pretty much.

y/n: fuck you.

goreboy: you can try.

goreboy wants to video chat

They clicked yes, and the call loaded up. He wasn’t what Y/N thought he’d look like. He’s got burgundy hair, little long but not too long. He wore a sweater and a beanie with little devil horns, a shit ton of jewelry and a cocky ass smirk.

“well well well, we finally meet.” He spoke. God, he even partially sounded like a 2020 kid.

“God you even sound like a 2020 kid. You sound so forced.” They chuckled, finding something to poke fun at.

“I mean…kinda is. That’s what happens when you never do proper voice training and just take illegal man drugs from an alleyway.” He shrugged, and it took a second to realize what he meant by that.

“what how do you-OHHHH. I see.” You nodded. He was actually pretty cis passing, wouldn’t have guessed that he was trans unless they saw him naked or something. not that they wanted to but…fuck now they have the picture in their head. Their face was definitely red, they could feel it.

“What’s with the blush, darling?” He teased.

“What’s circling that depraved little brain of yours.”

“Absolutely nothing.”

“Definitely not nothing if you’re blushing like crazy.”

“shut up.”

“make me.” He responded, leaning back in his chair.

That got to them. That plus the stupid smirk on his face? God he was irritating.

“maybe I should.” They muttered, but it was loud enough for the mic to pick up.

“what was that?” He teased.

“i should shut you up. maybe with my knife. Plunge it into your chest, and rip your heart out. How bout that, Ronin.” They quickly responded.

“Aw, how romantic.” He responded, looking at them teasingly.

“Shut up.” They then hung up. They needed another kill. It was 5am, there weren’t many people to kill, so maybe they’d stay nearby, incase the light came up and ruined their cover. They stayed close, the alley three streets down, and there was somebody there. Ugh their outfit was hideous, that outfit deserved death. So they got behind, and dragged him away from the opening and stabbed him in the throat, then the chest. Once he was down, they ripped his chest open and cut his organs out, more blood pooling all over. They snapped a picture for Ronin on their hidden camera app, then left him there. They returned to their place swiftly, scrambling up the stairs and threw their clothes into the sink and stepped into the shower.

Once they were clean, they plopped down into their chair, opening the chat between them and Ronin, sending the photo with the caption;

y/n: one photo attached.

y/n: this is what you do to me.

goreboy: i kill You? i rip your Guts out? quite the Cryptic message, y/n.

y/n: you make me wanna kill someone, Ronin.

goreboy: awh, cute.

goreboy: wanna kill Someone together?

goreboy: butcher/slasher Collab?

y/n: thought you despised me.

goreboy: i just Thought we could Share the tabloids This time.

y/n: not a horrible idea. you still piss me off though.

goreboy: i’m sure I do, Darling.

goreboy: tonight. 9pm. purgatory. be there or i’ll find you myself.

y/n: i’d like to see you try. but not today, i’ll be there ;)

goreboy: good. first date lookin Fun asf.

y/n: don’t get ahead of yourself, hon.

goreboy: how can i Not when it’s Someone as gorgeous As you?

y/n: oh we’re flirting now?

y/n: see you in 15 hours, handsome.

They then shut off their PC, and turned to their closet. Ugh, what to wear on a murder date with your enemy? Black, obviously. Tight long sleeve? No, they need to be able to move. Maybe just keep it normal. Black hoodie, baggy sweater and pants with their boots.

TIME SKIP: 8:30 PM

They put on the clothes they set out, cargo pants, baggy tee and a hoodie. Then their weapon, the dagger their dad gave them, obviously not intended for this purpose but…oh well. They sheathed it and tucked it in their jacket pocket. They also put their gun in their pant pocket in case things went wrong. It had a silencer obviously. They then cleaned up a little, put some eyeliner on, black eyeshadow…and voila. They put the hoodie on and set out to the address he gave. It was kinda nonspecific, but he said “you’ll know.”

messages

Ronin

Ronin: you on Your way?

You: yep. eta 5 minutes.

Ronin: already waiting for you, darling.

Once they had arrived, it was obvious where to turn, and there it was. The place Ronin called Purgatory. They stepped in, and they suddenly felt being pulled back onto something, someone. They felt cold metal on their throat, a crowbar. Ha, typical. They just let it happen, they knew it was Ronin. Y/N then pushed under and away, holding their dagger to his throat.

“Should’ve known it was me, Ro. You’re smarter than that.” They spoke softly, still holding the dagger softly.

“I know, I just wanted to see how you’d react. and you passed, baby.” His voice was annoyingly hotter in person. Deeper than the mic he used made it to be.

“I see. Cmon genius, I see bait.” They pushed off, then waited for him.

“Right there.” He pointed out. “Go get em, Tiger.”

Y/N just chuckled, swiftly grabbing the person from behind and stabbing their throat so they couldn’t scream. Y/N shoved them onto the ground, looking at Ronin.

“you wanna start?” They muttered. He nodded, taking his crowbar and striking him right in the skull, then again, brain matter spewing out.

“can I rip him?” Y/N begged.

“Fine.” He sighed disappointedly. Y/N then got down and stabbed right in the chest and gutted him down, ripping him open like a fish. They then etched B+S on the heart, a mark of their collaboration.

The two took turns grossing up the body, and by the time they were done, there was barely any body left. Ronin cut the limbs off and Y/N skinned and gutted. There were intestines and kidneys and all other organs spread around like a gorey art display. It was the perfect scene of gore and depravity. Y/N looked at Ronin, who was very satisfied with their work.

“Congrats baby, we have officially had our first collaboration.” He chuckled evilly, taking in the sight.

“Guess so. It’s beautiful isn’t it.” He looked at them, then their lips…god he wanted to kiss them.

“I guess, you’re prettier”

“Ronin I-what?” They laughed softly at him, slapping his arm.

“Ugh for fucks sake, you’re not bad is what I’m saying.”

“Bad at what?” They asked cluelessly.

“Jesus fuck you’re clueless. Don’t make me spell it out, I think you’re hot, okay! I…want you.”

“I guess. It hurts me to say you’re not horrible either…you’re quite attractive to be honest.” They looked at him, and he just raised his eyebrow.

“You think so, huh?” He chuckled, walking towards them, backing them against the graffiti walls. “Well, I think you look good enough to eat. All covered in blood and gore, ugh. It’s sexy.” He muttered, leaning in, dropping his crowbar. He whispered in their ear.

“And I think you feel the same about me…don’t you Y/N?” He asked, but he knew the answer. The way your body reacted, pink cheeks, that hitch in your breathing when he got close…it told him everything he needed to know.

“y-yeah…you’re looking hot as fuck right now, Ro.” They mumbled, their speaking going soft as he kissed their neck. Soft curses escaped their lips as his canines sunk into the soft skin.

“Mmm you like this, don’t you.” He whispered, looking up at you like sin itself. “The way my teeth feel on your skin, giving you all my attention. you love it.” He teased, nibbling into that sensitive spot under your jaw.

“F-fuck Ronin, goddamn it…” They moaned softly.

“No god here baby…just me.” He teased Y/N relentlessly, ghosting touches, gentle kisses when Y/N wanted his teeth in their neck. He kissed their neck with softness and care, but bit into their collarbone and shoulder like he needed a taste to survive.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart, yeah?” He whispered, and when they didn’t oblige, he pulled their face to look at him.

“Fuck off.” They sassed, giving him a hard time.

“Fuck, you got such a damn mouth on you.” He spoke threateningly, then he tilted his head slightly and kissed them roughly. It wasn’t a battle of love or tenderness, no it was pure want. need. desire. There was nothing gentle about them, Y/N’s hands were around his neck and in his hair, his were on their waist, pulling them impossibly closer. His hips grinded against theirs, which elicited a soft moan from him, and fuck was it hot.

“Don’t hold back baby…let me hear ya” He mumbled against their lips before going back in. This time, Y/N was more vocal for him, the soft moans and whines every time he did something right, it was heaven to his ears. Heaven was never a place Ronin thought he’d see, but with them, he was their next frequent flier.

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He then dipped lower, slipping their shirt up and kissing down their chest…stomach, looking up at them, his eyes asking the question. They just nodded, so he undid their belt, and pulled their pants down, then underwear, then inhaled, looking up at them one more time before bringing his mouth down. His tongue and mouth worked miracles on them, their hand on his head forcing him closer, and the other was covering their mouth so that they didn’t cry out and get them caught.

“Don’t.” He spoke, bringing a hand up to pull their arm down. “Don’t cover your mouth, I wanna hear you. Every damn noise.” He then stuck a finger in, stretching them out.

“You want my fingers baby…hm?” He then put another in, earning a whine out of them as they nodded frantically. He then curled his fingers in, earning another whine, while his tongue still worked them. They were in heaven because of this man, the man that they had a tabloid war with…was at his knees for them.

They were done for. The feeling was addictive, they needed this more than everything…and fuck they were close.

“Ro…fuck i’m gonna cum. please-fuck.” They moaned, urging him to go further, but no, he withdrew his fingers and stood up. That earned a disappointed whine from them, which he quickly addressed.

“Uh uh, don’t give me the face. I just wanna be inside you when you cum…” He mumbled in their ear, then began undoing his belt and pants. He gave himself a few pumps before lining himself up and pushing in, he let out a soft groan.

“Oh fuck-fuck darling…so perfect-jesus christ…” He groaned, holding Y/Ns hips tight and pushing into them with a desperate pace that showed how much he needed them. He leaned in for a kiss while his hips thrusted into them…the two connected by a string of saliva when pulling away, just to pull them back in.

He kept his thrusts strong, and Y/N could feel the orgasm building up again.

“Ronin-fuck i’m gonna-“

“I know baby…me too.”

He panted, and within minutes the two came together, their moans mixed in a perfect harmony. He eventually pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants, then helping them get clothed. They were covered in bite marks, a fucked up reminder of the day, but Y/N wouldn’t have it otherwise.

“Just know you’ll feel it tomorrow.” He winked, and they stood up, feeling dizzy at first.

“We’ll see. Cmon, let’s get out before cops find us.”

And they walked away, hand in hand.

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Heartbeats in Santo Domingo {LN4 & OP81}

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Summary: It’s summer break from F1! In a heartfelt reunion, Y/N welcomes her boyfriends, Oscar and Lando, to the vibrant culture of her Dominican Republic hometown, sharing the warmth of family and tradition. As they navigate the challenges of love amidst external judgments, Y/N finds strength in her roots and the unwavering support of her family, solidifying their bond and embracing her identity with pride.

WC: 4k words

Warnings: mentions of hate on social media and mentions of racism and hate towards cultural identity and relationship status.

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A/N: (Please forgive me if any of the translations are wrong, I tried my best to remember from memory and we all know how Google is so I refrained from using)

There’s something about the Dominican Republic that’s hard to explain unless you’re from here. The air feels different the moment you step off the plane—thick with humidity, but in a way that makes me feel alive, not suffocated. The sounds of bachata, merengue, and dembow fill every corner, whether it’s from someone’s house, a passing car, or the man on the street with a speaker in his hand. It’s loud and vibrant, but it’s my chaos. 

As I stood on the tarmac with Oscar on one side and Lando on the other, I couldn’t help but smile. This is home. For once, I could be unapologetically me, not the subject of endless online commentary about my skin color, my hair, or my accent. Just me. 

“Bienvenidos a mi tierra, chicos,” I said, giving them both a grin as I inhaled deeply, taking in the familiar scent of saltwater and tropical heat. I caught Oscar’s eyes, his calm and steady gaze making my heart flutter like it always did. {"Welcome to my land, guys."}

Lando was already fanning himself dramatically. “This heat is no joke, Y/N!” he said, wiping his brow. 

I rolled my eyes, laughing. “You’re British. Of course, you’re struggling.” I reached out and playfully poked his side. “Wait till we get deeper into the city. This is nothing.” 

Oscar smirked, his arm comfortably around my waist. “I’ll admit, it’s hotter than I expected. But I like it. Feels… lively.” 

I nodded. “Santo Domingo isn’t like anywhere you’ve been before. Trust me, you’ll see.” I couldn’t wait to show them everything—the real Dominican Republic, not the resorts or the beaches tourists flock to, but the pulse of the city, the people, the food, the culture. 

The drive from the airport to my family’s house felt like stepping into another world. Lando and Oscar watched everything from the car windows, their eyes wide as we passed the crowded streets, the colorful houses, and the vendors yelling out offers for fresh mangos and empanadas. I saw the excitement in their eyes, especially Lando’s, who’d been asking me about Dominican culture since the day we met. 

We finally arrived at my family’s place—a small, cozy home in a lively barrio. The streets were alive with laughter and music, kids playing in the roads, and neighbors leaning out of their windows to see what the commotion was. As soon as I stepped out of the car, I was wrapped up in a flurry of hugs and kisses from my cousins and aunts. 

“Ay, Dios mío, muchacha, ¡pero qué bonita estás!” my mom practically shouted as she squeezed me tight. She pulled back and looked at Oscar and Lando, her eyes sparkling with recognition. “Y estos son los novios, ¿no? ¡Los de los carros rápidos!” She laughed, giving them both a once-over like any Dominican mom would. {"Oh my god, girl, how beautiful you are!" "And these are the boyfriends, right? The ones with the fast cars?"}

Oscar, who was still working on his Spanish, gave a polite nod and a smile, but it was Lando who surprised me. 

“Sí, señora,” Lando said, grinning as he reached out to shake her hand. “Pero Y/N es la verdadera estrella.”  {"Yes, ma'am." "But Y/N is the real star."}

My mom threw her head back and laughed. “Este sabe hablar,” she said, obviously impressed. “Muy bien, mi hijo.”  {"This one knows how to talk." "Very good, my son."}

I couldn’t help but beam. My mom already loved them both, but it was little moments like this—where Lando could adapt to the language and the culture—that made my heart swell. This wasn’t just some vacation for them. They were making the effort to understand where I came from. 

We moved inside, where the smells of sancocho and tostones greeted us. My abuela, who had been cooking all morning, smiled brightly when she saw me and insisted I come straight to the kitchen to eat. 

“¡Coman, coman!” she said, placing a mountain of food in front of Oscar and Lando, who both looked a little overwhelmed by how much was on their plates. {"Eat, eat!"}

Oscar raised an eyebrow at me. “You weren’t kidding when you said your family loves to feed people.” 

“Don’t even try to stop her,” I said with a laugh. “Just eat as much as you can and smile. That’s how you win her over.” 

Lando, already digging into his plate, nodded enthusiastically. “I think I’m in love with your abuela’s cooking. This is amazing!” 

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and stories, my cousins teasing each other, my aunts gossiping, and my mom making sure everyone had enough to eat. Watching Oscar and Lando navigate the chaos of my family with ease made me feel… proud. They were in a world so different from their own, yet here they were, embracing every moment of it. 

I glanced at Oscar, who was leaning back in his chair, quietly observing everything with a small smile on his face. He wasn’t as loud or outgoing as Lando, but I knew he was taking it all in. His calm energy was always a grounding force for me, and seeing him here, in the middle of my world, made me realize just how much he belonged in it. 

Lando, on the other hand, was in full-on charm mode. He was talking to my cousins, making them laugh, and even trying out more Spanish phrases—much to the delight of my mom, who kept calling him “el inglés simpático.” I had no doubt she’d be talking about him for weeks after we left. {"the charming Englishman."}

But even in all the joy, I couldn’t fully shake the thoughts of the outside world. I knew what people said about me. The comments on social media were brutal sometimes—calling me too dark to be with them, too Black, too Dominican. They questioned why two white guys, famous Formula 1 drivers, would ever be with a girl like me. 

But I never let that hate sit with me for long. 

I posted pictures proudly, whether it was me with Oscar at a McLaren event or Lando and I on vacation. Of course the fans would create rumors that I was cheating on Oscar with Lando, that we seemed a little too close but little did they actually know. And every time someone tried to knock me down, I clapped back—sometimes with humor, sometimes with facts. I once told a troll, “Well, I must be doing something right if I’ve got them both.” That shut them up quickly. 

But here, surrounded by my family, the hate felt so far away. I wasn’t just Oscar’s girlfriend or Lando’s girlfriend. I was Y/N, daughter of the Dominican Republic, proud of where I came from and who I was. 

Later that night, after dinner, we took a walk along the Malecón, the ocean breeze cooling us down from the heat of the day. I was sandwiched between Oscar and Lando, their presence comforting. Lando slipped his hand into mine, and Oscar wrapped an arm around my waist. It was subtle—we weren’t making any grand statements, but it was enough for me. 

“Do you ever think about when we’ll make this official?” Lando asked, his voice low but serious. 

I sighed, looking out at the ocean. “Yeah, I do. But I also think about what comes with it. People are going to have a lot to say. And not all of it’s going to be nice.” 

Oscar kissed the top of my head. “We’ll deal with it when we’re ready. No rush.” 

I nodded, grateful for their understanding. “We’ve got time. And right now, this… this is perfect.” 

Lando grinned, squeezing my hand. “Perfect? I think you just love showing off your country.” 

“Maybe,” I teased. “But you can’t tell me you don’t love it here.” 

Oscar smirked. “We do. And we love you. That’s all that matters.” 

As we continued to walk, I couldn’t help but smile. This was my world, and they were part of it now—my home, my family, my heart. 

“Mi casa, mi gente,” I whispered, feeling content. “Welcome to my world.” {"My home, My people."}

The moonlit stroll along the Malecón felt like a dream, the salty breeze from the Caribbean gently rustling my curls. The city was alive, as always, even this late. The sounds of bachata echoed in the distance, the soft murmur of the ocean waves providing a soothing soundtrack. I felt a sense of peace wash over me—something that wasn’t always easy to find in the chaos of my life. But here, with Oscar and Lando by my side, I was grounded. Whole. 

“Y/N, you look like you’re thinking a million things at once,” Lando teased, nudging me with his shoulder. He always had a way of reading my mind without me saying a word. 

I chuckled softly, looking up at him. “I guess I am. It’s just… bringing you both here, showing you my world, my family—it’s more than I ever imagined. It feels… right. But it’s also scary, you know?” 

Oscar’s grip around my waist tightened a little, his silent reassurance. He wasn’t the type to need many words, but when he spoke, I always knew it came from the heart. “You don’t have to be scared. This is us, Y/N. No matter where we are.” 

I sighed, feeling the weight of his words sink in. He was right, of course. The three of us had built something solid, something real. But that didn’t change the fact that I was scared—not of us, but of what the world would think when they found out. People already had opinions about me, about how I looked next to Oscar. They had even more opinions about Lando, though no one knew just how deep our connection really ran. The idea of the world knowing the truth about us was terrifying. 

“I know,” I said, my voice quieter now. ���I’m not scared of us, just… how people will react. You know how they are, especially when it comes to me. They don’t get why you’re with me, and it’s gonna be a lot worse when they find out the truth.” 

Lando’s face softened, his usual playful grin replaced with something more serious. “Y/N, we’ve dealt with this before. Yeah, people say dumb stuff online, but you’ve always handled it like a badass. When we go public, nothing’s going to change that. And besides, we’re in this together. We’ve got each other’s backs.” 

I smiled at him, appreciating his optimism. Lando was always the one to lift my spirits, his natural charm and carefree attitude infectious. But still, the reality of it all weighed heavily on me. 

Oscar spoke up, his voice calm and steady. “We’ll take it one step at a time. We don’t have to rush into anything. If you’re not ready, we wait. No one can force us to do anything before we’re ready.” 

“Yeah,” I murmured, leaning into his warmth. “But sometimes, I feel like I’m holding you guys back, you know? Like, if it wasn’t for me, you could go public and not have to deal with all the… complications.” 

Lando stopped walking and turned to face me, his green eyes flashing with a mix of determination and affection. “Stop that. You’re not holding anyone back. This isn’t just about you—this is about us. We’re a team, remember? None of us are doing anything we’re not comfortable with. And I don’t care what people think. Let them talk. I’ve got you, and I’ve got Oscar. That’s all I need.” 

Before I could respond, Lando closed the distance between us, his hand cupping my cheek gently. His lips met mine in a kiss that was soft yet full of conviction, like he was trying to tell me through every touch just how much he meant those words. My breath hitched for a moment, the weight of everything falling away as I melted into the kiss, feeling his warmth, his reassurance. 

When we finally broke apart, I was greeted by Oscar’s soft smile. He gently rubbed my back, his presence steady and grounding. “Lando’s right,” he said quietly, his deep eyes locking with mine. “We’ll figure this out together. But for now, we’re in Santo Domingo, with your family. Let’s just enjoy being here, with no pressure.” 

I looked between the two of them, my heart swelling with gratitude and love. How did I get so lucky? These two incredible men were willing to stand by me, to love me without hesitation, no matter what the world had to say about it. I wasn’t sure what I had done to deserve them, but I wasn’t going to question it. They were mine, and I was theirs. 

“Okay,” I said finally, a small smile creeping onto my face. “You’re right. Let’s just enjoy this. We’ll deal with everything else later.” 

Oscar leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering there for just a moment longer than usual. “That’s our girl.” 

The next few days were pure bliss. I took Oscar and Lando around Santo Domingo, showing them my favorite spots—the old colonial buildings in the Zona Colonial, the vibrant markets where we haggled for fresh fruit and handmade crafts, and the little hidden beaches outside the city where we could just relax without being recognized. It was a side of the Dominican Republic that tourists rarely saw, and I could tell they were loving it. 

One afternoon, we stopped at a local colmado, a small convenience store, for some cold drinks. As we stood outside sipping on our presidente beers, a couple of kids zoomed past us on bikes, laughing and shouting in Spanish. The older one, maybe ten years old, skidded to a stop when he saw Oscar and Lando. 

“¡Oye! ¡Esos son los pilotos de McLaren!” he shouted, his eyes wide with excitement. “¡Lando! ¡Oscar!” {"Hey! Those are the McLaren Drivers!"}

I couldn’t help but laugh as the kids ran up to them, their energy infectious. Lando, always the crowd pleaser, crouched down to their level and started chatting with them in his broken Spanish, while Oscar gave them his usual calm, kind smiles. Watching them with these kids, blending so easily into my world, made my heart soar. 

One of the boys turned to me, his eyes scanning me with curiosity. “¿Tú eres la novia de Oscar?” {"Are you Oscar's girlfriend?"}

I grinned, ruffling his hair. “Sí, pero también la de Lando,” I teased. {"Yes, but also Lando's."}

He looked confused for a second before giggling and running back to his bike. As they rode off, I turned to find both Oscar and Lando looking at me with playful smirks. 

“Really?” Lando asked, raising an eyebrow. “You just casually dropped that like it was no big deal?” 

I shrugged, sipping my drink. “What? It’s not like they’re going to post it on Twitter.” 

Oscar chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re something else, Y/N.” 

But I wasn’t worried. For once, I didn’t care who knew. Here, in Santo Domingo, I was in my element. The judgments of the outside world didn’t reach this far, and if they did, I was ready for them. Because no matter what anyone said, I knew what we had was real. I loved Oscar, and I loved Lando, and they loved me back. That was all that mattered. 

Our last night in Santo Domingo was one I’d never forget. My family threw us a massive fiesta de despedida, a farewell party that felt like a celebration of everything—love, family, and the beautiful chaos that is life in the Dominican Republic. {farewell party}

The backyard was lit with strings of colorful lights, and the scent of grilled meat filled the air. My cousins played dominoes at one table, my aunts danced to bachata, and my mom was busy making sure everyone had enough food and drinks. 

Lando and Oscar stood near the speakers, trying to imitate the moves my cousins were showing them, and I couldn’t stop laughing. Lando was surprisingly good, his hips moving in time to the music, while Oscar—bless his heart—was a little stiff, but trying his best. 

I watched them, my heart full, and realized that this was it. This was everything I had ever wanted. A world where my love for them and their love for me could coexist with the culture that had shaped me. 

As the night wore on, we found ourselves on the dance floor, the three of us swaying to the music. Oscar’s hands rested on my waist, and Lando held my hand, spinning me around playfully. I could feel the eyes of my family on us, but there was no judgment, no questions—just acceptance. 

As the party roared on around me, I felt a hand on my shoulder, gently pulling me away from the dance floor. I turned to see my mom, her face lit up with that warm smile she always wore when she had something important to say. Beside her was my tía Carmen, my aunt who’d practically helped raise me. She and my mom shared a look, the kind that only years of sisterhood could communicate. 

“Ven, ven, mi niña,” my mom said, motioning for me to follow them into the quieter corner of the backyard, away from the noise and chaos of the fiesta. I hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the dance floor. Lando was laughing as one of my cousins taught him a more complicated bachata step, while Oscar, ever the observant one, was attempting to mirror the moves with a more subtle rhythm. I smiled to myself, loving how effortlessly they fit into this world that was so far from their own. {"Come, come, my girl."}

Once we were away from the music, my mom and tía Carmen stood in front of me, their faces soft with affection, but there was something else—something deeper, like they’d been waiting for this moment. 

“Querida,” my mom began, her voice low but full of emotion. “We wanted to talk to you, just the three of us. It’s about… those muchachos. Oscar and Lando.” She smiled, her eyes glimmering with pride. “We can see how much they mean to you.”  {"Dear." "boys."}

I blinked, taken aback. I knew they liked the boys, but something in her tone made my heart skip a beat. I looked between her and tía Carmen, who nodded knowingly. 

“Mi amor, I’ve never seen you like this,” my tía said, her voice full of warmth. “I see how you look at them. And more importantly, I see how they look at you. Those boys are absolutely in love with you. You can’t hide that from us.” She chuckled, reaching out to squeeze my hand. {"My love."}

I felt a lump in my throat. This wasn’t a conversation I was expecting. I’d been so focused on introducing Oscar and Lando to my world, hoping my family would accept them, but now it was as if they were the ones giving me permission to accept this love fully. 

“Mija,” my mom continued, stepping closer, her hand now gently cupping my cheek. “I know people are going to have things to say. I know what’s out there—the hate, the comments. But you’ve always been so strong, and I see that strength even more now. The way those boys love you… I can tell it’s different. I see it in their eyes when they look at you, like they’d move heaven and earth to make you happy.” {"My daughter."}

I felt tears welling up in my eyes, the emotions bubbling to the surface. “Mami… I—” My voice caught in my throat, and I paused, trying to gather my thoughts. “It’s just, I never thought I’d find something like this. And with both of them… it’s been a lot to take in, you know? But it’s real. It’s so real, and I love them. I love them so much.” 

Tía Carmen smiled softly, brushing a tear from my cheek before it could fall. “And they love you. You can see it in everything they do. The way Lando tries so hard to fit in, to speak Spanish even when it’s a mess.” We both laughed lightly at that, knowing she wasn’t wrong. “And the way Oscar is always watching you, like you’re the center of his world. They’ve come into this family like they’ve always belonged here.” 

My mom nodded in agreement. “You deserve this love, mi niña. You deserve to be happy. And we can see how much you love them too. Your father and I talk about it all the time. It’s like you’ve come alive since they entered your life.” {"my girl."}

That hit me deep. My family knew me better than anyone, and to hear them say they could see how much these boys meant to me… it was overwhelming in the best way. The acceptance I didn’t even realize I was yearning for washed over me like a wave. 

Tears spilled over now, and I laughed through the emotion, wiping them away quickly. “You really think it’s okay? I mean… it’s not exactly normal, and people are going to have opinions.” 

My mom pulled me into a tight hug, holding me like she did when I was a little girl. “Ay, mi amor, people will always have opinions, especially when they don’t understand. But love isn’t something that fits into a box. It’s not about what’s normal for other people. It’s about what’s right for you. And you’ve found something beautiful with Oscar and Lando. No one can take that from you.” 

Tía Carmen chimed in, her voice soft but sure. “They’ve made you happy, Y/N, and that’s all that matters. We see it. And we’re proud of you, proud that you’ve found something so rare. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” 

I pulled back from my mom’s embrace and looked between the two of them, my heart full. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that.” 

They smiled at me, the warmth in their eyes reassuring me more than words ever could. In that moment, I felt lighter—like a weight I hadn’t fully acknowledged was lifting from my chest. Knowing my family really understood and supported what I had with Oscar and Lando meant everything. 

“Now,” my mom said, wiping her own eyes quickly, her tone shifting to something more playful, “you’d better get back to those boys before they think we’ve kidnapped you.” 

Tía Carmen laughed. “Sí, and before your cousins teach Lando some moves that he won’t recover from.” 

I chuckled through the remaining tears, feeling a new sense of clarity and peace. “Okay, okay, I’m going,” I said, smiling as I turned to walk back toward the music. 

As I approached the dance floor, I saw Lando twirling one of my cousins with a dramatic flair, while Oscar was still trying his best to master the rhythm. They both spotted me at the same time, and the looks of relief and love on their faces made my heart swell all over again. 

“Hey, where’d you sneak off to?” Lando asked, his smile wide as he pulled me into his arms. 

I grinned, leaning into him as Oscar came up behind me, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder. “Just a little chat with my mom and tía. They wanted to make sure you two are treating me right.” 

Oscar chuckled, his eyes warm as he looked down at me. “I hope we passed the test.” 

I glanced up at him, then at Lando, my heart full to bursting. “You passed with flying colors.” 

By the time the party ended, and we found ourselves alone in my room, exhausted but happy, I realized something important. No matter what happened when we went back to the public eye, no matter how people reacted when we eventually went public, we’d be okay. 

Because this—this love, this connection—was real. And no one could take that away from us. 

“Te quiero,” I whispered to both of them as I curled up between them on the bed, feeling their warmth surround me. {“I love you.”}

“We love you too,” Oscar murmured, kissing the top of my head. 

Lando squeezed my hand. “Always, Y/N.” 

And in that moment, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be. 

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WIP excerpt for Mango Bat; Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Okay, so not an alien, just like, I dunno, a second-gen immigrant,” Bernard says, and Kon blinks at him a couple of times and is sort of, like, low-key fascinated by the dude’s brain for a moment. That is like, practically Bart-levels of “random shit that only makes sense in your own head”, but much better-translated for the outside people. “. . . this is not my fault, okay, you’re way too hot for me to make sense and act like a normal person in front of. Also we’re in Gotham and you have to understand that skews the ‘normal’ scale so much, okay?” 

“It’s fine, dude, I’ve heard way weirder,” Kon replies, kinda amused because Bernard’s wincing kinda awkwardly and doesn’t seem to know what to do with his hands anymore, and then just smirks a bit and leans in to nip at the other’s lower lip. Why not, right? “It’s just kinda funny ‘cuz the awkward rambling thing makes you look stupid cute.” 

“Jesus,” Bernard mutters very feelingly, then grabs his face again and kisses him back hard. Kon purrs into it and pins him down heavier against the mattress again and gets a breathy little groan out of Bernard for it, plus a handful of very decided clicks from Tim’s camera. Kon is, like, very used to making himself look good for a camera, even now, and it’s not hard at all to make the stretch and display of his body pressing down against Bernard’s into something natural and easy-looking for the camera lens. It is natural, because it’s something he’s been doing since the day he was fucking decanted, and also it’s not like he didn’t get all that media training from Rex and even a bit from Cadmus’s original uploads and also in bits and pieces a dozen other places and counting. And if nothing else, the photogenic thing very literally paid the bills for a while in there. 

Doing it for Tim feels different, though. Showing off for Tim, displaying himself, framing Bernard just right with his body the same way he got taught to frame whatever pretty girl they threw him on-set with–

Except it’s not like being on a shoot or a set or anything like that. Not like doing some boring ad or magazine shoot with a photographer who isn’t interested in him as a person, just a paycheck, not like doing a thousand takes of some brain-dead commercial for some lame, useless product he doesn’t give a shit about, and not like Rex trying to get him to take “candid” pics for social media shit or anything like that, or even just some random civilian who just wants a selfie or anything like that. 

Which, like–most of those photos don’t even exist anymore. Just about all of them don’t, in fact. 

Kon’s good at being photographed–one of the few things he was always good at, that always came natural and that he learned inside and out and just had an actual talent for–but that doesn’t actually matter anymore because everything he got good at it for doesn’t even exist now. Isn’t even remembered, mostly. 

But–Tim likes to take pictures. He’s always liked to take pictures. And right now, Tim wants to take pictures of him. Ones he maybe really does wanna keep, even. 

That’s–that’s a thing that Kon’s thinking about, right now.

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Meet the Parents - Zhou Guanyu x JamaicanOlympicSwimming! Reader

Plot: Zhou wants to go on holiday to spend time with you, he’s never met your parents so of course a Caribbean holiday back to your home where your treated like a queen is the only correct decision!

"I'm very nervous ..." Zhou had told you on the plane ride over. You'd been pampering yourselves using up all the first class things available.

"You don't have to be my love! They'll love you and Jamaica is so welcoming! You'll love it!" you smiled at him as you helped him put the charcoal facemask on that you'd brought in duty free.

You spent the rest of the flight chilling and drinking champagne. And trying to prep Zhou for not only meeting your family but the pure weight of travelling with you around your country.

You were the first Jamaican Gold Medalist in Swimming so in a lot of peoples eyes you were up there with the likes of Usain Bolt. Your face was everywhere ... on local drink, in random village bars and people would be able to recognize you straight away.

Zhou was familiar with the fans and the pressure of being an athlete in the eye of the media, so he was expecting something familiar to his home crowd when he raced in Shanghai for the first time. But boy was he wrong.

You were treated like royalty, like a princess. The minute you stepped of the plane at Sangster Airport you were flooded with locals coming up and offering you Mango, Bananas or Rum. Paper was shoved towards you at many different angles and you were just laughing giving out hugs and kissing cheeks until airport security came running up to you and Zhou apologizing for being delayed.

You guys were taken to your childhood home which was right on the beach, there was a pool and you'd driven past an old beach bar that you used to sneak to during school.

"Mami!" you cried seeing her out on the porch to your home.

"My beautiful girl! Come here!" she cries and pulls you into a hug as Zhou carefully steps out the car pulling out all your cases and thanking the driver.

"Ahhh! Is this my handsome son!" you mother cries seeing Zhou and you nod with a massive smile on your face. She'd been dying to meet him for a while.

"Come here!" she says and Zhou waddles forward being pulled into the woman as he wraps his arms around her.

"Dad!" you grinned as your father came jogging from round the back of the house where the pool and garden was.

"Baby!" he cries picking you up and spinning you round.

"Oh my gosh you are more beautiful than the last time i saw you" he says as you land back on the ground and he looks over you before pinching you cheek lightly.

"Oh dad, this is ..." you start but your dad is already walking over.

"Zhou! Amazing to meet you son. How was the flight over? Not too long i hope!" he asks slapping his shoulder lightly making Zhou chuckle.

"Erm, yes. I'm used to all the travel. But Y/N actually showed me the face masks she always uses so my skin, not as dry" he rambles a little on edge and your dad can immediately tell.

"Zhou, no need to be anxious you are family now!" he grins pulling him into another hug.

"Well, we'll take your bags in, why don't you show him round the house and then we can all go to the bar! You've got some people who want to see you!" you mum smiles pulling your dad back towards the cases.

"Thanks mami!" you grin kissing her cheek while your dad winks picking up the first few cases.

"Are you sure you don't want any help?" Zhou asks kindly making your mum and dad laugh and push him further into the entrance.

Your immediately welcomed by a wooden and beach living room, doors opening straight to the back garden where there are palm trees and wooden planks going to a crystal blue pool.

But Zhou's eyes are held on the trophy cabinet to the left.

"Are these all your awards?" he asks looking over them. There were tons as your parents refused to bin anything you won. Even when it was something you won when you were 4 years old.

Both of you Olympic medals were there for swimming. One Bronze, One Gold.

There were other national and international competition trophies from recent years in between the Olympics to support the vast amount of awards in the case.

"You are really special!" he smiles looking over everything and you lightly blush looking down.

"Thank you, you want to see where i learnt how to swim?" you ask looking over him, wanting to show him the white sandy beach awaiting.

"Of course!" he smiles and you take his hand in yours as you walk him down the wooden steps of the deck to the pool.

"I learnt in this pool and trained a lot in here when i wasn't old enough to go in the public pool ... but come with me! I think this is the coolest place you'll ever see" you grin and he nods following you down a cobblestone pathway that met sand.

The sight of a pure white beach following crystal blue waters met his eye and he was in awe.

"This is where i spent a lot of time as a kid. Swimming was a part of me..." you smile and Zhou cannot stop looking at you, he loved the raw passion on your face.

"You are glowing here..." he smiles and you just look over him confused as you sit down in the sand listening to the sound of the waves.

"I could get used to this" he says as he fully reclines relaxing all the season stresses off him.

"I love you Zhou..." you smile rolling onto your side and kissing his cheek.

y/user

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[mango-dot-yum]

This is a follow-up on a post I made a bit ago after discussing it with my friend @141n3!

(original post here:)

My original post was mostly focused on how Greaseball is emotionally abusive to Dinah, but I didn’t mention how he is canonically physically abusive as well.

In That Was Cheating/There’s Me, Greaseball physically pushes Dinah to the ground. I cannot think of a version where Greaseball doesn’t do this(not saying there isn’t, just saying in most productions he does push her). As most people know, there is never a situation where it is okay to push your partner to the ground when you’re mad at them. And Dinah immediately apologizes, showing he’s done this before and that being physically abused is normal in their relationship.

In the OLC, the 2nd and 3rd class sleepers have this interaction with Dinah and Greaseball:

This is plain and simple. The sleepers(who I assume to be Dinah’s friends since all the coaches seem to be friends) mention how Greaseball beats Dinah. Why would they say this randomly, unless they have seen it happen, or Dinah has told them about it? And the fact Greaseball doesn’t say anything is odd if he isn’t actually doing anything. Greaseball clearly cares a lot about his image, it’s why he gets so mad when Electra steals his spotlight. Why wouldn’t he be like “I am not beating my girlfriend, I actually love her so much and she’s the coolest!” so the sleepers don’t go around spreading “rumors” that he beats her?

Also, there was a comment on the wiki from years ago which I want to talk about, because I want to talk about the fandom perception of Greaseball- specifically in relation to Dinah- and how it comes off as misogynistic, most of the time unintentionally.

Like I said, this was YEARS ago. While what this person said is problematic, don’t look for them on their social media platforms or anything. That’s not cool. People can change.

First off, they’re implying the sleepers only said this because they were jealous of Dinah and GB. This is something that is commonly said when women come out about abuse. “Oh, she’s saying (male celebrity) is abusive to (male celebrity’s wife)? She’s just mad that (male celebrity’s wife) is happier and richer than her, lol.” Everyone is a product of society, and society portrays this type of response as typical from women. That doesn’t make it okay, but I don’t think that(or the rest of this) was intentional

Secondly, I want to talk about the downplaying of abuse. “Could Greaseball have gotten a bit handsy with Dinah in an argument from time to time? Sure” “She fell, but it’s not like he grabbed her and YEETED her to the ground!” He does grab her and push her to the ground, but the phrasing here makes it seem like anyone who says that is dramatic. This also happens in real life with real abuse victims. “Y’all are so dramatic, (victim) had a little red mark for an hour or two after a tiny slap on the wrist, it’s not like (abuser) beat them until they’re black and blue!”

Portraying the fandom as the ones in the wrong was also a choice. Like I said, I was a lurker in the fandom for years so I didn’t actively engage in it. But from what I saw, people were downplaying Dinah’s abuse like people do now- even more so back then! Were there people mischaracterizing her? Absolutely. Does it mean Greaseball did nothing wrong? Absolutely not. Greaseball himself(and many other characters) see Dinah as a quivering, docile baby lamb which is part of abuse. Dinah does say things and gets shut down, yeah, but what does she do after she gets shut down? Does she stay with what she said? No. In That Was Cheating, she apologizes to Greaseball. After GB leaves her for Pearl, she gets mad at Pearl and cries to her friends. Her being shut down repeatedly and accepting it proves the abuse even more.

I don’t want to talk about the kink thing too much because I am a minor and I don’t want to shame people, but I do want to mention that this is what is said when a woman in relationship has bruises and is also known to have an aggressive partner. “(Guy) would never do that! She probably likes it and asks him to do it”

Now, how does this connect to the current Starlight Express fandom? Because people still refuse to admit Dinah is a victim. I have done this before myself, in a post I deleted because I realized that I shouldn’t have said that. “Ik they’re toxic, but they’re so cute!” Is it a crime to like a ship? No, but fiction DOES affect reality in many ways. If you turn a blind eye to abuse and misogyny in fiction, you eventually will in real life.

Part of this is because the show itself has made Greaseball less of a bad person over the years. I get why, you don’t want a terrible person who mostly still gets his way in the end in a musical meant for kids, but it does impact perception of him. If you see a bunch of content of and based on current Greaseball, you might start to attach his new character to his older one.

I don’t want to be overly negative, especially because a lot of people in this fandom that I have met are such kind, genuine people. But we all need to acknowledge our own biases towards racism, misogyny, and any form of bigotry in media to be better people. What we consume and how we consume it affects us.

(Note: this is NOT to hate on Greaseball introjects, fictionkins, or Greaseball fans. This was me having a good conversation with my friend about a character, and I also wanted to bring up how important the way we consume fiction is.)

[papenathys]

Funny that artists/writers really think that making their protagonists messy and disaffected and utterly divorced from any pride in their identity (be it religious, ethnic, sexuality or gender) is something profound and novel in modern publishing. To put it bluntly, practically no tradpub best selling genre fic or contemporary literary fiction in the past couple of years (except for the most tokenistic rep books catering to younger audiences) have the characters show any kind of meaningful relationship to their identities or communities any more. People LOVE reading the Fleabag Sally Rooney Otessa Moshfegh variety of disaffected apathetic personhood, where the protagonist just sort of ambles around without any ideological integrity or ties to community, unless the community is some sort of half assed queer "found family". Like Nicola Dinan said in Bellies, the best kind of novel and the best kind of minority identity that functions well in Western literary contexts is the identity that is fractured, apathetic and/or unattached. That, or the most soulless normie identity capitalism ("Asian fantasy", "queer rep cottagecore")

Everybody now is internally conflicted about their identity, doesn't believe in labels because that's cringe, and is a normal, non stereotypical person, aka has no ties to any sort of thing that might localize them, contextualize them trans historically or trans culturally. To even dare to do so is to "limit your audience" or "imply that minorities are a monolith". It's ok to talk about writing diverse lesbian fiction as a non lesbian author without ever using the word lesbian in your contemporary romance novel but using every slur imaginary in the book, as you have reclaimed it. It's ok to say your existence is inherently political as the writer of kinky gay smut while jilling for racist imperialist politicians on social media and guilt tripping people of color. It's ok to gain praise from western audiences about your mango diaspora "desi" history-inspired novel that completely erases every facet of anything remotely resembling Indian history and culture except maybe a lehenga and a man called Raja. It's even ok to use the prevailing politics of the day to speak about the collective trauma of your people when the only thing you have ever done is benefit from the oppression of your people and show off for the imperial core. It's ok. This is because minorities are not a monolith and representation is not for everyone and the evil people on the internet are policing you.

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SOCIAL MEDIA| a.fredrick part 2

synopsis ★ arthur falls head over heels for george's 'secret' girl best friend pairing ★ fem!reader x arthur fredrick (arthurtv) face claim ★ the GORGEOUS lena mango on instagram author's notes ★ thanks for reading!! ignore any dates or times!!reblogs are appreciated!! <33

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yourinstagram last day in paradise. I'm gonna miss the sun and the sand but atleast I have the memories. <33

p.s trying out a new photographer and he's kinda iffy let me know what you think @arthurtv

user she is just so damn fine like what!?!?!?!

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user I was just about to agree with you but not arthur liking it before me?!?!!?!?

user girl I'm as shook as you are

arthurtv hey! I'm trying my best to capture the true essence of the subject matter

yourinstagram all that waffling just to say I'm pretty...

arthurtv that's not even what I meant

yourinstagram so you're saying I'm ugly?

arthurtv no...no..no that's not what I meant at all

georgeclarkeey now you've gone and broken him

user the candid photos are just gorgeous <<333

user am I the only one seeing these interactions!?!? and now you people will try to tell me that i'm just delulu huh?

user girlie nothing about that interaction says platonic and nobody can tell me otherwise

chrismd_10 if you stuck with your original then everything would've been fine

yourinstagram chrissy don't worry you werent there plus was I supposed to teleport you back?!!?

chrismd_10 could've waited for me if you actually cared

yourinstagram ...sir beauty waits for no mortal man plus I wanted to go swimming

user wifey is still beautiful as always

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yourinstagram photo dump from vacation plus the cutie arthur fredrick

georgeclarkeey ...so noone else made the cut huh?

chrismd_10 being replaced is a funny feeling

yourinstagram I could never replace you chrissy....george though you can choke on pebble

user arthur in that second pic though!!!! jrfuwrhfwjefiwf

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yourinstagram I aprove this message

user I'm sitting here waiting for arthur's comment

arthurfnhill you're gonna be waiting a while then he's kinda busy blushing arthurtv why are you outing me on the internet arthur!!

arthurtv glad to be of service to you for the short while

yourinstagram don't worry I'll call you up anytime chris is giving me a hard time arthurtv i'll stay ready just for you liked by yourinstagram

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yourinstagram the views on the flight back home were stunning

user why do I think that she isn't only talking about the landscape...

user you aren't the only one. that last pic being arthur seems like a hint

gkbarry my wife is back home!!

yourinstagram honey I'm coming to get you that drink<3

gkbarry waiting patiently for you to come get me <3

user the shoes!?! I NEED THEM!

georgeclarkeey took my boyfriend away from me...for what? to talk about stupid whales?

arthurtv yes, yes she did. and it was an amazing conversation too

yourinstagram see george even your boyfriend loves me more than you. says a lot tbh.

arthurtv best seatmate ever!

yourinstagram can't take the title if it's already being held by you though

user y/n and arthur interacting are so freaking cute I swear!!

user now I need video length content these insta comments aren't cutting it

liked by arthurtv, chrismd_10, freyanightingale and 219,742 others yourinstagram third wheeling is character building if you guys needed to know

user listen if we get married boom no more third wheeling

user not you trying make a move on my woman... user not you both trying to get the mother of my children to cheat arthurtv truth be told I think she's closer to being my woman than you three combined comment has been deleted yourinstagram ARTHUR!??!?!? user is this relationship confirmation?????

arthurfnhill glad to see my friends going out without me

yourinstagram don't look at me. last I heard you were asleep arthurfnhill like waking someone up is not a thing yourinstagram next time....maybe

user I cant be the only one who saw arthur's comment???

user I saw it tooo!! this man is bold bold cause what!?!?

arthurtv those are two dashing young men in the last photo!!

yourinstagram I'm not speaking to you sir. arthurtv what? why? it was an honest mistake!! yourinstagram sure......I'll believe you

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yourinstagram when he's a nerd <33 @arthurtv

user this sounds like a relationship announcement

user girl my heart just stopped for a minute

yourinstagram maybe it is, maybe it isn't

georgeclarkeey finally he can talk someone else's ears off about his animals

arthurtv here I was thinking you liked hearing me speak. some boyfriend you are

yourinstagram it's okay sweetheart I'll appreciate you

georgeclarkeey throwing up a little

user is that the natural history museum.....HE GOT HIS DREAM DATE 😭😭

user when I realized it I started smiling way too hard

chrismd_10 two nerds who deserve each other

yourinstagram I can tell why she broke up with you

chrismd_10 that's it I'm ending it

yourinstagram no chrissy I need you please don't jump (do a flip)

arthurtv when she encourages you to ramble<3

yourinstagram forever and always <3

georgeclarkeey I can't take it anymore blocking you both

liked by yourinstagram, georgeclarkeey, miniminter and 182,882 others

arthurtv just goes to show that being smart gets you the girl

user.....AHHHH WE WON Y/NTHUR NATION WE FINALLY WON

user screaming crying throwing up so happy for you mr.television!!

yourinstagram actually it was your cute face but you know whatever you feel like worked

arthurtv so you only saw a pretty face...so all the talk about my brains was a lie!?!? yourinstagram yes. yes it was.

user can't wait for the y/n couples content

user you and me both girlie

georgeclarkeey so happy for you arthur but y/n still bullies me so not happy for her

yourinstagram sir all I said was you looked hotter right after the bike incident

georgeclarkeey @arthurtv see this who you fell in love with

arthurtv are you saying that women can't have opinions george?

georgeclarkeey women can but y/n needs some time in timeout

yourinstagram I still believe you should eat rocks