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[lovelookspretty]

waking up to you

au!rafe cameron x reader

— in which you wake up in a strange alternate reality that just so happens to be the outer banks universe, and to your disbelief, you’re suddenly in a relationship with the shows most unlikely character, rafe cameron.

warnings: Y/N & RAFE DATE 😋 teasing, pretty safe chapter

authors note: btw readers only “weird” around cynthia bc ngl id act like that if i came across her bc shes so annoying on the show omg. but EEE hi guys. if u still arent part of the tag list, feel free to lmk thru replies, anons, dms, or reblogs !!

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you’re not surprised to wake up in rafe’s bed again. at this point, it’s almost routine, though every time still feels surreal.

you’ve gotten used to the soft sheets, the familiar scent of him on the pillows, and the way the morning light filters through the blinds just right, casting a warm glow over his peaceful, sleeping face.

he looks so different like this—calm, almost vulnerable. it’s a version of him that no one else really gets to see. and you? you don’t mind at all.

you take a quiet breath, just watching him for a moment longer. but then, his eyes flutter open, and you freeze, quickly closing your eyes to pretend like you’re still sleeping. maybe if you play it off well enough, he won’t—

a finger pokes at your side, and you can’t help the involuntary squirm and groan that escapes you. “rafe,” you mutter, barely opening one eye to glare at him. but he just grins, clearly pleased with himself for catching you.

“thought you were asleep,” he teases, voice rough from sleep, poking your side again until you half-heartedly swat at his hand.

“you’re so annoying,” you mumble, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays you. “get off of me.”

the morning quickly slips into a blur, and before you know it, you're tagging along with rafe for a ride around the island—except not just any ride. he’s got his dirt bike out, the same one you’d seen on the show.

you were kind of surprised when you first saw it in the garage. in the world you knew, rafe got this bike after the first episode started, but here? no rules seem to apply anymore.

you’re wrapped tightly around his torso, his helmet snug on your head as he drives the bike through town, on the beaches, through quiet streets and long stretches of open road. the wind whips past your face, and you can’t help but smile into it, arms locked around him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

eventually, he pulls up to some kook-itorium, the bike coming to a slow stop. rafe kicks the stand down and hops off first, turning to help you off like he always does. his hands are warm as they slide into yours, and for a second, he just holds them, staring down at you with a grin.

“so, what do you think?” he asks, pulling you a little closer as you hop off the bike. he’s been practically advertising himself on the way over here. “a date? hrm? just you n’ me. anywhere you want.”

you smile up at him. “yeah,” you say softly. “i’d like that.”

he tugs you toward the entrance of the building, still holding onto your hand. “just don’t pick somewhere like the seaview grill or— god, that lame museum your mom likes.”

when you step inside the building, it takes you a moment to realize where rafe has brought you. the place has that unmistakable country club vibe—polished, pristine, like every corner of it has been touched by money. but it’s smaller, rounder in shape, and more modern than the main country club building next door. servers move swiftly between tables, balancing trays and drinks. rafe, of course, heads straight past all of this, not even glancing at the downstairs dining area.

you follow him upstairs, past the busy floor where people are eating, drinking, and talking in their quiet, refined way. upstairs, though, it’s a whole different world.

the second floor is open and airy, with barely any walls to box anything in. it’s just the floor, held up by tall pillars that support the roof above, letting the fresh air and views of the island spill right in. the only structure that really stands out is the bar in the middle—a sleek, modern setup that takes up a good portion of the space, all glossy wood and glass shelves stocked with high-end bottles.

the place is filled with kooks, most of them middle-aged. they don’t seem to notice you and rafe, or if they do, they don’t care. oh right, rafe should be about 22 now, legal to drink here. does that make the others 18 and 19?

anyway, rafe is clearly familiar here. a few nods are thrown his way as he leads you forward, and he nods back, murmuring casual greetings under his breath as you weave between tables. you’re amused, but there’s a small part of you that’s bothered.

you thought maybe rafe had brought you here for food downstairs, but it’s pretty clear now that this is just one of his regular stops to get a drink—probably whiskey or even scotch, knowing him. but you keep your mouth shut, not wanting to spoil the mood.

he finally lets go of your hand when he reaches the bar, leaning against the counter with crossed arms as he asks for his drink. you linger beside him for a second, glancing around the open space. the view from up here is stunning, with a perfect sightline to the docks and the country club’s main establishment just next door.

you rub your arm awkwardly, feeling a little out of place among all the well-dressed older folks. after a beat, you step closer to rafe, gently touching his arm to get his attention. “i’m gonna go use the restroom,” you say quietly.

he nods, not taking his eyes off the bartender. but before you can turn to leave, he grabs your arm, tugging you back toward him for a quick kiss. it’s his way of saying 'be safe,' you guess, a small gesture that makes you smile despite the surroundings. you give his arm a gentle squeeze in return, then slip away to head downstairs.

just as you’re descending the steps, though, a familiar voice drifts up toward you. and then you see him—topper, making his way up the stairs. your heart sinks in the half-second you have to process it.

great. the last time you talked to him was at the party, when he was stumbling over some half-assed apology. and now here he is, about to cross your path.

fantastic. just what you needed.

the moment his eyes land on you, there’s a flicker of recognition that lights up his face, just for a moment—like spotting an old acquaintance in a crowd.

“y/n!” he says, his hands coming up as if he’s presenting you to the world. he glances at his mom as if to say, ‘look who it is’. you can feel your heart rate pick up as you pause on the steps, furrowing your brows at them.

they were definitely just talking about you right before this.

you force a smile, but it’s small and tight, barely breaking through your unease. “hi, topper,” you mumble, glancing between him and his mom. there’s a brief moment of silence as you weigh your options—whether to continue this conversation or slip away.

ultimately, you choose the latter. you take a step forward, moving past them and continuing down the stairs, leaving them behind. as you go, you can feel topper’s eyes on you.

he glances down at his shoes and shifts awkwardly, but then, just as quickly, he looks up again. “come on, let’s just go upstairs,” he insists to his mom, trying to shake it off as they both start moving again.

it’s not that you wanted to dismiss topper and his mom or anything. really, you just don’t see the point in lingering in the middle of a public staircase, one of the only two that connected the floors of the country club. you don’t want to be rude, but you also don’t want to talk to topper—especially after your last encounter at the party.

topper and his mom step off the stairs, but the moment topper spots rafe, a grin spreads across his face.

“hey, good seein’ you back here again,” topper greets, approaching the bar with a friendly demeanor.

rafe daps him up casually. “you too, man,” rafe replies, genuinely glad to see him.

topper's mom stands just a foot away, carrying her purse and looking utterly uninterested in the interaction, her gaze flicking off to the side as if she’s assessing the other patrons. she’s never been a fan of rafe, just barely tolerating him because he comes from a good family, and it shows in the way she avoids direct eye contact.

pulling away from the handshake, toppers eyes glance back toward the staircase as if expecting you to appear at any moment. “saw you and y/n come in,” he adds, “just wanted to say hi.”

rafe nods with a smile as he leans back against the bar, one elbow resting casually on the counter. he glances at topper’s mom. “hey, cynthia,” he says, flashing her a grin.

her expression shifts from indifference to surprise, and then it hardens, almost offended by the casual familiarity. she’s always been the type to keep her distance from him, and rafe knows it. to her, he’s still just another troublemaker, another bad influence.

topper notices the slight tension and looks back to rafe, his brow furrowing slightly. “so, what’s up with y/n?” he asks, his tone casual but laced with a hint of concern.

rafe squints, his head cocking to the side as he regards topper. “what do you mean, ‘what’s up’?” he replies, his voice subtly defensive and carrying a hint of warning. “is there something wrong with her?”

topper realizes how that might sound and shakes his head quickly. “no, no, man. i just think she’s, like . . . avoiding me or something,” he clarifies, waving a hand dismissively as if trying to brush off any potential drama.

rafe chuckles, raising his glass up to his lips. “are you surprised?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at topper, the teasing tone evident. he shakes his head, a look of amusement on his face. “girls, man.”

cynthia catches the comment, her expression shifting to one of disapproval. she mutters a clipped ‘ten minutes’ to her son before leaving without a word, turning on her heel and heading toward the stairs to leaving topper there with him.

topper watches her go, feeling the weight of the awkwardness settle over him. he glances back at rafe, who is now watching the scene unfold with a smirk, clearly amused by the whole thing.

“so, what are you guys up to?” topper asks, trying to steer the conversation back to safer waters.

when you step out of the bathroom, you spot her immediately—cynthia, standing at the bottom of the stairs like she’s waiting for her son. you briefly consider turning around, maybe pretending not to notice, but it’s too late. her sharp gaze finds yours, and there’s no escaping it now.

this is great.

you adjust your posture, trying to look casual as you make your way toward the stairs, your mind racing for an excuse to cut this conversation short. the last thing you want is to get caught up with cynthia—if she’s anything like the way she was on the show, you are not open to a conversation.

but it’s like you’re trapped. her eyes lock on you, and she takes a few steps forward in those polished black heels. “y/n,” she says, and there’s a hint of something icy behind that tone, even though she’s putting on a smile.

you stop, eyebrows raising as you stand in place, trying to gauge the situation. her smile is forced, you can tell immediately, but so is yours as you mirror her expression. “cynthia, it’s so . . . nice to see you again,” you say, the words slipping out of your mouth because, well, kooks always know kooks, right? you assume this universe’s y/n has seen her before.

but as soon as the words leave your mouth, cynthia’s expression shifts—her lips purse, and her eyes narrow slightly, pulling her head back like you’ve just said something ridiculous. yep. that was wrong. completely wrong.

“last time i saw you, you were just a kid! every time you come over to my home now, it’s like you’re always sneaking around,” she remarks, her voice dripping with that fake kindness, the kind that’s so transparently bitter it almost stings.

your stomach twists. yeah, this is definitely not the conversation you wanted. “and how are your parents?” cynthia continues, her tone casual but her eyes sharp.

you wave your hand, trying to shrug it off like it’s no big deal. “they’re great! in costa rica right now, on vacation,” you respond, trying to keep things light.

but cynthia hums, her expression a little too knowing. “i heard it was a business trip?” she says, tilting her head slightly.

you clear your throat, feeling the tension grow. this woman is the worst. you’re slipping up so bad. “mix of both,” you say, your voice strained as you force another fake smile.

there’s a brief, uncomfortable silence before the two of you lean forward, laughing in that awkward, forced way where neither of you are actually amused. the laugh dies quickly, and as soon as it does, you drop the pretense, turning on your heel as you head back upstairs, feeling weird about the interaction.

you feel like you were just quizzed. and you failed.

once you’re back upstairs, you immediately catch rafe’s eye as you step into the room. he’s leaning casually against one of the tables, a glint in his eye that matches the small smirk tugging at his lips the second he spots you.

his whole demeanor shifts, but topper, who’s mid-sentence, doesn’t seem to notice right away—until he realizes rafe isn’t paying attention. topper twists around to follow his line of sight, spotting you before continuing whatever rant he was on.

rafe briefly glances back at him, half-listening, as you approach the two of them. when you get close enough, you quietly reach for rafe’s glass, bringing it to your nose to smell whatever’s left of his drink. without a word, you tilt your head back and down what’s left, swallowing with a grimace as you place the empty glass back on the table.

both boys stare at you, each reacting differently. topper furrows his brow, eyes flicking to the glass to see if there’s anything left. “what’s up with you?” he asks, confused, clearly sensing something off.

rafe, on the other hand, is looking at you with a blank expression, though there’s a hint of amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth—because he knows. “she was definitely just talking to your mom, top,” rafe says with a knowing smile, his tone carrying just the right amount of humor to suggest that, naturally, a conversation with cynthia would drive someone to drink.

topper’s face falls slightly, but he doesn’t even argue. he just glances between the two of you in silence because he knows rafe’s probably right. with a quick check of his phone, he pushes away from the table, his energy deflating. “alright, i’ve gotta go. see you guys.”

“bye, top,” you murmur, watching as he walks off, leaving just you and rafe standing together. once topper’s out of sight, you tilt your head all the way up, meeting rafe’s gaze with a lazy, playful smile.

“you decide on where we’re going?” rafe asks, sliding an arm around you, pulling you close as he starts guiding you toward the stairs.

you hum for a long moment, trying to think, before making something up on the spot. “let’s go jet skiing,” you say, half-joking but testing the waters to see what he’d say.

rafe raises his eyebrows, a slight chuckle escaping him. “you wanna go to monty’s?” he repeats, and you assume it could be some jet ski rental place you must go to. he’s amused but surprisingly open to it. “we can go to monty’s, darlin’.”

rafe drives the two of you out to some place a mile or two away, the sign out front reading ‘montgomery’s jet ski rentals’ in bold blue letters. it’s tucked away along a small marina.

you step out of the car. it’s here that you notice the way rafe moves—a kind of quiet confidence that’s hard to ignore. he strides toward the dock with his head held high, like he’s done this a hundred times. you can’t tell if it’s because you two have apparently been here so often that he just knows his way around or if he’s just naturally this confident.

while rafe chats easily with the staff, laughing and slapping one guy on the back like they’re old friends, you find yourself preparing for the ride. you slip into a life vest, adjusting the straps so it fits snugly.

then you’re stepping onto the dock, the jet ski bobbing gently in the water. rafe climbs on first, settling into the front seat, and turns back to offer you his hand. you take it, letting him guide you into place behind him, and then you wrap your arms around his waist. it feels natural, like you’re meant to be there, holding onto him like this.

and, god, the thought hits you—this is probably a dream for hundreds, maybe thousands of people. to be on a jet ski with drew starkey, any version of him, arms wrapped around his waist, close enough to feel the warmth of his back.

it’s a little surreal, and you can’t help but feel grateful for this weird fucking alternate universe you’re in. being a kook, being rafe cameron’s girlfriend, living out days like this—you could get used to it. you could live like this forever.

rafe glances forward, that cocky smirk barely visible at the corner of his lips. without looking back at you, he mutters, “hold on.” and before you have a chance to reply, he twists the throttle, and the jet ski leaps forward, tearing across the water. your arms instinctively tighten around his waist as the engine roars, and you feel the force of the speed pushing you back slightly.

your eyes widen as you’re propelled across the open water. the jet ski skims over waves. you can barely keep from laughing as the wind whips through your hair. it’s fast—so much faster than you expected—and your heart is beating more than ever.

rafe steers you two in wide, looping turns and tight figure-eights, shouting the loudest, most carefree ‘woo!’ that you think you’ve ever heard. his voice carries over the hum of the engine and the slap of the waves, his laughter echoing as you cling on, a laughing mess yourself.

as the jet ski finally begins to slow, you let your chin rest on his back, just near his shoulder so you can look out ahead. you’re both breathing heavily from the ride, and he’s still grinning, clearly thrilled by his own reckless route. he isn’t heading anywhere specific, just weaving around, but that’s what makes it even better. there’s no destination—just you, him, and the freedom of open water.

“wanna take over?” rafe calls out, and you laugh, thinking he’s kidding. but when he glances back over his shoulder, you catch his expression and feel your own smile falter, realizing he’s dead serious.

next thing you know, you’re seated in front, fingers gripping the throttle while rafe sits behind you, holding on with that unshakeable grin of his. the jet ski jolts forward as you try to get the hang of the controls, and you immediately feel the panic rise, the machine moving faster than you expected.

“rafe, i don’t know what i’m doing!” you shout over your shoulder, but rafe’s only response is laughter.

“just go easy on the throttle,” he says, half-shouting and half-laughing as you attempt to steer. but the jet ski wobbles, veering off a bit too quickly, and your grip slips.

“rafe!” you yell, barely keeping control as he’s practically doubled over behind you, finding the whole thing hysterical. he tries to guide you through it, but it’s impossible to listen when you’re both shouting and laughing, the jet ski zigzagging across the water.

but it slows. he wants to teach you properly.

you feel rafe's hands slip over yours, his fingers resting gently against yours as he takes control of the throttle from behind. his touch is firm but relaxed, guiding your grip as he leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. “steady now,” he murmurs. “ease it forward like this, yeah?”

you nod. his voice is a steady hum as he talks you through it. “just a little pressure here,” he says, pressing lightly against the throttle. “see? easy.” his fingers guide yours over the controls until you can feel how each movement changes the jet ski’s pace.

after a minute or two, he lets you take over, his hands staying in place to catch you if needed, but he’s not pushing or pulling anymore. you start to feel it, understanding the rhythm of the throttle and how to steer, and rafe just chuckles.

“that’s my girl,” he says, patting his hand on the spot between your thigh and hip, sending a flutter through you as his hand settles back around you.

a grin stretches across your face, and before you know it, you’re letting out a loud scream that echoes across the water as you pick up speed, trusting yourself more with every second. you’re moving faster, the wind whipping past, and for a moment you feel invincible.

when you decide to slow down, you ease off the throttle, leaning back just enough to press into rafe’s chest. you feel his laugh rumble against you. it makes you smile as you let out a breathy laugh of your own. then, you’re off again, speeding forward with rafe’s steadying hands nearby, the two of you gliding over the waves like you were born to do this together.

you’re both sitting across from each other at a little table outside a bayside café. you pick up your sandwich and take a big, satisfying bite, eyes rolling back with a muffled oh my god because it's just that good.

you didn’t realize how hungry you were until now. you lean your head back, savoring the taste, a content sigh escaping as you sit up again, still chewing, and glance at rafe across the table.

he’s got his phone out, scrolling with his eyebrows furrowed, the lines on his forehead deepening behind his sunglasses. he’s squinting slightly, or maybe he’s just annoyed by whatever’s on the screen. you pause mid-bite, lowering your sandwich slightly before asking, “you okay?”

rafe clears his throat, not looking at you just yet, and clicks his phone off. he flips it over on the table, his hand rubbing down the front of his shorts like he’s brushing something off. “yeah, all good,” he says, reaching for his own food, voice casual, but there’s a tension you can sense from his reaction.

it doesn’t add up, but you decide not to push it. you’ve learned when to give him space, and right now, you’re way more into this sandwich than trying to open up that conversation.

you take another bite, glancing around at the scene in front of you as you chew. it’s a perfect day, bay glistening in the sunlight, people passing. by with relaxed smiles, stopping in at shops or heading toward the water. montgomery’s rentals is right across the street, jet skis and kayaks lining the dock.

rafe leans back in his chair, “dad’s finally starting to trust me to, like, step into his position at the company.” he pauses for a beat, the corner of his mouth twitching up. “he’s flying out of state next week, and he’s leavin’ me in charge while he’s gone.”

you just stare at him, a faint smile tugging at your lips without even realizing it. you can feel the pride in your expression as you tell him, “rafe, that’s really good. i’m proud of you.”

he grins wider, clearly trying to play it cool, and then takes a massive, messy bite of his sandwich. he chews with the gusto of someone who thinks a bite is a whole experience, sauce smearing slightly at the corner of his mouth.

you reach over instinctively, dabbing at the corner of his mouth with a napkin and tossing it back down on the table before going back to your sandwich like it’s second nature.

he swallows and continues, “he hasn’t really told me much, but i figure he’s got some new properties lined up, maybe working out deals or, like, finalizing stuff with investors. you know how he is.”

“yeah, that sounds like ward,” you say, taking another bite, your eyes never leaving him.

“so he’s gonna give me this schedule,” he adds, “a ‘run-down’ or whatever, of what i’ll need to cover. probably sit at the office, sign some stuff, and meet with clients or partners who can’t be pushed off until he’s back.”

“sounds pretty official,” you say, trying to imagine rafe at a desk, talking clients through real estate deals like he was born for it. “do you know what kind of properties he’s working on?”

he shrugs, a small smirk still lingering as he speaks. “knowing him? probably something big—new development or another investment property he wants to secure. he’s been hinting at something ‘game-changing’, like some waterfront project.”

you hum thoughtfully. “so you’ll be doing the groundwork? like, maybe even closing a deal?”

“yeah, maybe,” he says, sounding a little impressed with himself. “i’ll actually get to see if i can handle it.”

it's nice to see rafe so eager to step up, to take on something this big, probably just to prove himself to his dad. he always acts so casual about the family business, but there’s a spark in his eyes today, and you think . . . he can maybe handle being ward cameron for a week.

you just hope you can stay here long enough to see him prove it.

he’s finishing his sandwich, wiping his mouth with a crumpled napkin, and suddenly he’s looking right at you. “oh, yeah—did you ever tell me how that call went with your mom?”

it takes you a second. right, that call with your mom. you remember mentioning it to sarah, but rafe? he still doesn’t even know you hung out with sarah and the others while he was off fishing with ward.

“oh, yeah,” you say, smiling as if the thought just occurred to you. “it was fine. nice to hear from her, i guess. i miss them.” you shrug, playing it casual. but the truth is, you kind of do.

rafe nods, shifting his empty plate and leaning back in his chair, still watching you as he says, “that’s good. i mean, you get so wrapped up in life on the island, it’s easy to go a while without catching up.”

he talks on, making small comments about family and how he totally gets it, but as you sit there, nodding occasionally, your mind is somewhere else entirely.

you almost forgot about that call with your ‘in-this-universe mom.’ it seems so strange—no, it’s stranger that you forgot about it at all. and dad . . . right, your i.t.u. dad was there, too, wasn’t he?

wait . . what?

you feel a slight prickle of discomfort, shifting in your seat as you try to catch every third word rafe’s saying, but really, your mind is circling back to that call.

dad. mom. two words, so familiar. but why are they slipping through your fingers, blurring just a bit?

you force yourself to remember something about them, to pull up a memory, clear as day.

oh! like that one time you and mom spent the whole afternoon baking, sugar and flour coating every surface in the kitchen . . . and dad was there, wasn’t he? but what did he do? your chest tightens, just slightly, and you fidget with your napkin.

okay, try again.

dad. right. he was . . . wait, no, he was definitely there—no, he was doing something.

and then, just like that, the memory clicks into place. right, he’d taken one look at the mess you and mom made, then grabbed the dog and headed out, calling back that he’d be home ‘once the tornado’s over,’ and you and mom laughed.

you exhale, relief washing over you, but there’s still a flicker of something unsettling. why couldn’t you remember that right away?

you try another memory, to reassure yourself. dad did this, mom did that. you’re sifting through so many small, precious fragments, but there’s something strange about each one, something hollow.

the parents you remember—your parents—were so vivid before. but as you replay these memories in your head, they feel softer, blurred at the edges. somehow, they seem more like your parents here—the way they’re talking, laughing, looking at you with the same expressions as your i.t.u. parents.

your stomach twists, realization beginning to dawn, but you can’t even hold onto what that realization is. the longer you stay in this world, the harder it seems to be to grasp what was real and what was . . . this.

are you forgetting your memories?

authors note: okay poor execution LMAO but i know if i was y/n, i wouldve wanted to stay in this universe but we cant have that, so essentially the conflict / the thing that makes her work harder to solve all the relationships in this life for obx!y/n is that shes losing her memories from her real life the longer shes there.

does that make sense?? 😭 like she cant have her cake n eat it too, she can only have one lifetimes memories, her real ones or the ones that belong to the y/n who lives in this universe. makes her work faster to get back to her world so she doesnt feel like she can stay !!

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[royalarchivist]

Foolish: Can we try making a nuke real quick? [Abuelito the Capybara shakes its head] No? Is that a bad idea?

Phil: Ok, so it's not- it's not- Right, Abuelito, it's not–

[Abuelito flashes a nuke 💣☢️]

Foolish: Wait– What the fck is that? Wait–

Ironmouse: WHAT THE– HUH???

Foolish: What the fck was that?!

Phil: What?

Foolish: Did you see that?!

Phil: No?

Ironmouse: WHAT WAS THAT?!

[Abuelito starts building with TNT blocks]

Foolish: Wait– Abuelito just carries a rocket in his pocket!

Ironmouse: [Giggles]

Phil: Fireworks?

[neferaskingdom]

♡ Love in the Times of Charles | MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader [Face Claim: None]

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Summary: Y/N and Max are on a stealth mission to keep their relationship under wraps. But with rumors swirling faster than a car at Monza, Charles's overprotective instincts kick in—cue the concerned brother alarms! Meanwhile, the boys offer about as much help as a flat tire, with plans so ridiculous they might just need a pit crew. Will Y/N and Max dodge Charles’s protective wrath, or will this love story end up in the wall? Strap in; it’s gonna be a bumpy ride!

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A/N: just wanted to ask if anyone feels annoyed or don't like it when smau fics have story parts? like I don't want to do the confessions and some of the things on text and I wanna write about some of the behind the scenes too and the only way to do that is to write it in a story format but apparently some people don't like that? like what is you guy's consensus on this?

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Part 5 of my wheel-to-wheel but still in denial series: Masterlist

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Caption: Thought coffee was gonna be the most stable thing in my life but even that got replaced by matcha ☕️💔

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Comments:

maxverstappen1:

Did the coffee leave you for someone else too?

      ↪ y/n_leclerc :

At least coffee doesn’t need a grid penalty to get close to me.

      ↪ danielricciardo:

This roast is hotter than the coffee 👀

      ↪ charles_leclerc:

Don't make me call FIA on both of you.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc :

Charles, pls, I’m still recovering from your last safety briefing.

      ↪ landonorris:

Max back to roasting? Is this the plot twist we’ve been waiting for?

user1:

Why are they roasting each other again? What happened to 'Max is definitely into her'?!

user2:

THE FLIRTING ERA IS OVER?? MAX AND Y/N ROAST ERA INCOMING 🚨

user3:

WE NEED ANSWERS. WHY ISN’T MAX FLIRTING ANYMORE??

DMs between Max and Y/N:

maxverstappen1:

Still thinking about our coffee date this morning. You looked way too good for just a casual date. 😏

y/n_leclerc:

Lol please, I literally rolled out of bed and threw on a hoodie. But I’m glad my ‘effortless chic’ fooled you. 😉

maxverstappen1:

Fooled me? No chance. I knew exactly what you were doing. Strategic as always. 😌

y/n_leclerc:

Strategic? I just wanted caffeine, Max. But if you’re calling my bedhead a ‘strategy’... sure, I’ll take it.

maxverstappen1:

Whatever you call it, it worked. Couldn’t stop staring at you.

y/n_leclerc:

Max. You’re so sappy today, what happened to your 'too cool' attitude?

maxverstappen1:

That went out the window the moment you started dating me. Now, I’m just soft. For you. 🥲

y/n_leclerc:

Soft Verstappen? I never thought I'd live to see the day.

maxverstappen1:

Only for you. Don’t tell the others, though. I have a reputation to uphold.

y/n_leclerc:

Your secret’s safe with me. But honestly, I’m loving whatever this is. Us, I mean.

maxverstappen1:

Same. This whole 'flirting in public and pretending everything’s normal' thing? Chef’s kiss. Watching people lose their minds over it is the best part.

y/n_leclerc:

It’s like we’re living rent-free in their heads. The comments are gold. Especially the ones trying to figure out what the hell is going on with us.

maxverstappen1:

Like the one saying we’re secretly married already? That one almost made me spit out my coffee. 😂

y/n_leclerc:

I saw that! They’ve got theories for days. The one where we’re 'just friends' but you’ve been flirting for a whole week straight? Love that for us.

maxverstappen1:

Right? Like, I was literally flirting non-stop, and now they think we’re back to picking fights with each other like nothing happened. 😂

y/n_leclerc:

We're driving them crazy and honestly, I’m having the time of my life watching it.

maxverstappen1:

Same. But I kinda miss not having to hold back on the flirting. 😏

y/n_leclerc:

Oh yeah? How would you even flirt if you didn’t have to hold back, Verstappen?

maxverstappen1:

I’d take you somewhere nice. Like, I don’t know, a fancy restaurant maybe? 😎

y/n_leclerc:

Smooth. Are you asking me out again?

maxverstappen1:

Depends. Are you saying yes?

y/n_leclerc:

Let’s say I’m free… where are you taking me?

maxverstappen1:

Somewhere where you won’t be able to just wear a hoodie. Gotta dress up for this one. 😉

y/n_leclerc:

A challenge. I accept.

maxverstappen1:

Perfect. Friday night. I’ll pick you up.

y/n_leclerc:

Can’t wait. 😘

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

Caption: Dinner for one but looking like a 10 ✨

Liked by charles_leclerc, danielricciardo, landonorris, and 420,876 others.

Comments:

carmenmmundt:

You’re killing it! 💅 When’s our next girls' dinner??

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

Whenever you’re ready to throw George’s credit card on the line again. 💳😉

      ↪ georgerussell63:

Excuse me, why is my financial ruin the theme of your dinners?

lilymhe:

Okay but where’s MY invite?? You look too good to be dining alone.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

Lily, your absence was felt, the waiter asked where my better half was. 🥲

      ↪ alex_albon:

Pretty sure he asked that because you flirted for a free dessert.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

And it WORKED, Albono. That’s called strategy.

      ↪ maxverstappen1:

Dinner for one? Weird, thought you’d be out there terrorizing other diners.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

Terrorizing diners? Max, I’m not the one who scarfs food down like I’ve been starved for days.

      ↪ maxverstappen1:

That’s called efficiency. You wouldn’t know, with how long you take to pick an outfit.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

Efficiency? More like desperation. And excuse you, I picked this outfit in five minutes

      ↪ danielricciardo:

Efficiency is just code for ‘I’m hungry and scared of forks.’

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

Daniel gets it. Max probably uses chopsticks like they’re drumsticks.

      ↪ maxverstappen1:

Bold of you to assume I even use utensils.

      ↪ landonorris:

He just drinks soup straight from the bowl. Classy.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

Honestly, that explains a lot.

      ↪ charles_leclerc:

What is happening in these comments?? Also, Y/N, you look great but maybe stop tormenting Max in public?

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

He does that all by himself, Charles. I’m just here for moral support.

      ↪ maxverstappen1:

Your moral support feels more like public humiliation.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

You’d miss it if I stopped, Verstappen.

user4:

Y/N and Max fighting in the comments AGAIN, this is the content I live for.

user5:

Max is trying to pretend like he’s not impressed but we all know the truth.

user6:

Plot twist: Max was the one taking the picture at the restaurant.

alex_albon:

maxverstappen1 Why are you pretending you're not paying for that wine?

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

EWW who’d go to dinner with him??

      ↪ maxverstappen1:

And yet, here you are, missing me at dinner.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

Not as much as you miss your table manners.

user7:

"Max & Y/N: Endless banter, zero chill."

user8:

Y/N is out here eating fine dining alone while dragging Max in the comments, living the DREAM.

user9:

At this point, they should just get married and keep roasting each other forever.

user10:

Wasn’t Max all flirty in the last chapter? WHAT HAPPENED?!

user11:

Max flirting era is over 😭

user12:

Plot twist: Max and Y/N are in a secret relationship where they flirt by insulting each other.

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

Caption: Monza weekend!! Supporting my favorite Ferrari boy, Charles! ❤️ Let’s get this Win!!

Liked by charles_leclerc, danielricciardo, landonorris, and 320,456 others.

Comments:

charles_leclerc:

Let’s do this!

user13:

President of the Charles Leclerc fan club, reporting for duty.

user14:

As always, our queen is a Ferrari stan first.

user15:

She’s so loyal to Charles, I love it.

user16:

Imagine supporting a guy and then getting spotted at Red Bull later. Sis, pick a side!

user17:

Did anyone else see Y/N on the Red Bull side?? 👀 I smell drama.

landonorris:

Are you hyping Charles because you have to, or because you want to? Asking for Max.

user18:

Girl, why are there rumors you were seen near Red Bull? 👀

user19:

If I see Y/N at Red Bull again, I’m going full detective mode. Like, pick a lane!

user20:

MONZA DRAMA INCOMING 🚨 Did she swap allegiances?!

pierregasly:

Bet Max is gonna ‘conveniently’ miss this post.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

He’s too busy finishing ahead of you to notice.

      ↪ pierregasly:

Unnecessary.

maxverstappen1 posted a photo:

Caption: Calm before the storm. Let’s get it. 💪

Liked by charles_leclerc, y/n_leclerc, landonorris, and 420,876 others.

Comments:

y/n_leclerc:

Storm? More like a light drizzle with a 10% chance of embarrassment.

      ↪ maxverstappen1:

Says the girl who can’t walk in heels without tripping over nothing.

      ↪ georgerussell63:

This is the weirdest foreplay I’ve ever seen.

      ↪ alex_albon:

George said what we’re all thinking.

user21:

They fight like an old married couple but without the actual marriage.

f1_gossips tweeted:

SPOTTED: Y/N Leclerc cheering for Charles at Monza, but sources claim she was ALSO seen at the Red Bull garage earlier. Trouble in Ferrari paradise? Or is Y/N just mixing allegiances? Stay tuned for more.

Comments:

user22:

This girl is living her best double agent life.

user23:

Y/N is just here for the drama and we love it.

user24:

I’m convinced she’s trolling us all. A queen of chaos.

user25:

She’s doing what we all want to do—have a Ferrari brother and a Red Bull ‘friend’ 😂.

user26:

Ferrari fans about to lose it 😂

user27:

Plot twist: she’s there for the energy drinks.

user28:

She’s definitely with Max. No other explanation.

user29:

Charles is gonna crash into Max out of pure sibling rage, I can feel it.

user30:

Y/N in the Red Bull garage?! Someone call Charles, this is a scandal!

user31:

This is the chaos I signed up for. I NEED MORE TEA.

user32:

Not Y/N being Ferrari’s biggest fan and then sneaking over to Red Bull. Iconic.

user33:

Ferrari by day, Red Bull by night?

user34:

She’s playing both teams and we stan.

user45:

Charles has no idea his sister is secretly living a double life.

user36:

How long before Charles throws Max into a wall, tho?

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

Caption: CHARLES WINS AT MONZA! I TOLD Y’ALL 🔥 FORZA FERRARI, FORZA LECLERC 🚀❤️

Liked by charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1, landonorris, and 520,439 others.

Comments:

charles_leclerc:

Best fan out there ❤️ Grazie mille!

user37:

She’s literally the president of the Leclerc fan club.

user38:

Low-key love how Max isn’t even on her radar right now.

user39:

I give it 10 minutes before someone spots her with Max and the chaos starts.

user40:

This is why Y/N is the ultimate sister.

user41:

She’s living her best life as Ferrari royalty, honestly.

user42:

I’d celebrate Charles winning too, if I didn’t also think she was spotted on the Red Bull side.

user43:

Wait, no, seriously, can someone confirm if she was actually with Max at Red Bull today?

f1_gossips tweeted:

BREAKING: Charles Leclerc wins the Italian Grand Prix in stunning fashion! Meanwhile, sources at the post-race afterparty spotted Y/N Leclerc getting cozy with none other than Max Verstappen. Are the rumors true? Check out this pic below!

Comments:

user44:

Bigfoot and UFOs have more clarity than this pic, but I can still see Max.

user45:

Y/N said Ferrari win, but Max is the prize.

user46:

She went from Ferrari girl to Red Bull real quick after that win, huh?

user47:

Charles won the race, but Max won Y/N.

user48:

Y/N’s living her best ‘support Ferrari but flirt with Red Bull’ life.

user49:

Blurry or not, I KNOW that’s Max. The man’s silhouette is unmistakable.

user50:

Y/N and Max cuddling up after Charles' win?? Ferrari fans, we okay??

user51:

Monza afterparty tea is always the spiciest.

user52:

I can’t believe she’s out here celebrating with Max after her brother won.

user53:

Y/N’s like, ‘Congrats, Charles, but I gotta go check on my Red Bull guy real quick.’

user54:

This girl’s got her Ferrari heart and Red Bull eyes 👀.

user55:

Plot twist: Max and Y/N are secretly dating and just troll us all online for fun.

f1_gossips tweeted:

MORE DRAMA: After celebrating Charles’ win, Y/N Leclerc was allegedly spotted again at the Red Bull garage. The blurred lines between Ferrari and Red Bull have fans in a frenzy. Is Y/N really just here this weekend to ‘support her brother,’ or is something else brewing between her and Max Verstappen?

Comments:

user56:

I’m convinced she’s playing us all for fun.

user57:

Y/N’s trolling everyone, and honestly, I’m here for it.

user58:

I don’t care who she’s with, I just need answers!!

user59:

I swear Y/N’s gonna give me a heart attack with these mixed signals.

user60:

Charles winning, Y/N maybe dating Max, and blurry gossip pics—F1 drama is at an all-time high.

user61:

I’m starting to think Y/N is the real mastermind of the entire F1 circus.

user62:

Next race, Charles is taking Max out for ‘unrelated’ reasons. Bet.

DMs between Charles and Y/N:

charles_leclerc:

Y/N. WHAT IS THIS I’M SEEING ABOUT YOU AND MAX AT THE MONZA AFTERPARTY?!

y/n_leclerc:

Charles, relax. What are you even talking about?

charles_leclerc:

RELAX? I’ve seen the pictures! Cozying up with Max? The one guy you literally fight with all the time? What the hell is going on?!

y/n_leclerc:

Oh my god. First of all, I would rather fight a swarm of bees than 'cozy up' with Max. You really think I’d be into that? Insufferable, annoying, always-has-something-to-say Max?

charles_leclerc:

The pictures don’t lie, Y/N. You were standing way too close. What were you doing with him?!

y/n_leclerc:

We were arguing, obviously. You know that’s like our thing. Five minutes in the same room, and he’s already saying something dumb. I’m just trying to live my life, and he’s there, being all Max-y.

charles_leclerc:

Arguing? That’s it? You swear?!

y/n_leclerc:

Yes! We were literally just arguing. You know, me calling him a pain in the ass, him being all smug. Classic Max-and-Y/N content.

charles_leclerc:

Mon dieu, Y/N. You scared the hell out of me! The way these gossip pages were talking, I thought you two were about to get married or something. 😤

y/n_leclerc:

Married to Max? I’d rather shove my head in a tire wall. Relax, Charlie. Nothing is happening. It’s just Max being his annoying self, like usual.

charles_leclerc:

Okay, good. I don’t need that headache in my life. Gossip pages making a big deal out of nothing as always.

y/n_leclerc:

Yeah, chill out. Like I said, I’d rather throw myself into a DRS zone than let that happen. 😂

charles_leclerc:

Good. I thought I was going to have to block you from every race event if something was going on. Max Verstappen... ugh.

Groupchat: “The Snafu Society”

y/n_leclerc:

GUYS. WE HAVE A MASSIVE PROBLEM.

(sends screenshot of her convo with Charles)

What the hell am I supposed to do?? Charles is going to KILL me when he finds out I’m actually with Max and I lied about it!

lando.jpg:

Ohhhh, you are so screwed. 😂 Like, RIP Y/N. 💀 It was nice knowing you.

georgerussell63:

Big yikes. I’m sending flowers to your funeral. What’s your favorite color?

alex_albon:

Maybe you can tell him Max saved a kitten from a burning building? Or like… became a monk? You gotta soften the blow somehow. 🐱🔥

danielricciardo:

Tell him Max is actually a long-lost Leclerc cousin. Boom. Problem solved.

maxverstappen1:

EXCUSE ME?! A Leclerc cousin? Why am I suddenly part of the family? also that's incest?? 😂

y/n_leclerc:

I’m SERIOUS! He’s going to legit lose it! I’ve been stalling but… there’s no way out of this. What if he literally crashes into you on track, Max?? 😳

maxverstappen1:

Okay, calm down. He won’t crash into me… I hope. Maybe. Probably.

lando.jpg:

Definitely gonna crash into you. Like, 100%. F in the chat for Max.

danielricciardo:

New idea! Fake your own disappearance! Hide in a bunker until the season’s over. It’s flawless.

alex_albon:

Or just make Max wear a disguise next time you two are together. Like, put him in a Ferrari hat, maybe Charles won’t notice.

georgerussell63:

Ferrari hat? Genius. Max, you good with that? 

maxverstappen1:

NO. I’m not wearing a Ferrari hat. 😤

y/n_leclerc:

This is NOT helping, you guys! Max, are you just sitting there being all calm about this?

maxverstappen1:

Look, we’ll figure it out. Worst case, I’ll just charm him with my winning personality.

lando.jpg:

Winning personality, Max? The only thing Charles is winning is the fistfight with you when he finds out. 😂

danielricciardo:

Tell him you’re pregnant. Just drop it like a bomb. He’ll be too shocked to kill Max.

y/n_leclerc:

EXCUSE ME? Daniel, you’re banned from giving advice.

alex_albon:

Seconded.

georgerussell63:

Honestly, Charles is probably already suspicious. But Max, maybe send him a fruit basket to soften him up? 'Thanks for not killing me—yet.' 🍍

maxverstappen1:

Guys… Let’s just stay calm. We’ll tell him soon, and everything will be fine. Right, Y/N?

y/n_leclerc:

Fine?! I’m about to be disowned!

lando.jpg:

Don’t worry. We’ll visit you in exile. 😂

maxverstappen1:

Okay, okay. I’ll talk to him if I have to. Just… try not to panic. It’s me. Charles likes me… kinda. Right?

y/n_leclerc:

You wish, Max. He’s gonna use you as a traffic cone.

danielricciardo:

Let’s be honest. If anyone’s gonna crash into Max, it’s gonna be Arthur, just for fun. 😂

y/n_leclerc:

Great. Now I’m even more stressed.

lando.jpg:

And I know the perfect way to destress! drinks on me when we go back to monaco

f1_gossips tweeted:

🚨 Monaco Scandal: Y/N Leclerc and Max Verstappen Caught Kissing! 🚨

Hold onto your racing helmets, folks, because the latest tea is HOT! 🔥 Forget everything you thought you knew about Y/N and Max’s so-called “rivalry,” because sources in Monaco just served up some serious tea! 🍵rumour has it that Y/N Leclerc and Max Verstappen were spotted not only getting cozy while waiting for an elevator, but actually kissing. Yes, you read that right—kissing. 😳

According to eyewitnesses, they looked all kinds of cozy—like, too close for two people who “can’t stand each other.” To make it even juicier, Max was overheard calling Y/N “Schatje” and “Liefje.” Yes, you read that right. Pet names. Dutch pet names. 😱

They weren’t exactly trying to hide it either, full-on PDA while waiting for the elevator at a fancy Monaco Bar. With Max's arms around Y/N and her hand on his chest, it's safe to say things are heating up faster than a Monaco track in July. Is this the confirmation we've all been waiting for? Are they finally going public? Fans are losing their minds, and we are here for it. 👀💋

#MaxYN  #PlotTwistOfTheYear #ElevatorEscapade

Comments:

user63:

 WAIT, WAIT, WAIT. Max calling Y/N schatje AND liefje?!? I’m screaming. 🚨😱

user64:

 My man went from being jealous of the elevator guy to being the elevator guy himself

user65:

This is the enemies-to-lovers plot twist I didn’t know I needed.

user66:

 If Charles finds out, he’s gonna drive Max off the track. 😬

use67:

 Okay but I bet they were arguing over who pressed the elevator button first.

user68:

 What is miss girl’s obsession with elevators?!?!?

user69:

 So Max is soft now? Pet names and everything? I’m unwell.

user70:

I swear this whole time they’ve been pretending to hate each other, and now they’re cuddling in elevators. Someone explain. 😩

user71:

WAIT THEY WERE KISSING?! I was not emotionally prepared for this news. 😳

user72:

So Max’s love language is Dutch pet names and y/n's is elevator kisses? I’m dying.

user73:

KISSING in MONACO? This just became the most iconic off-track moment of the year.

user74:

I can't believe Max Verstappen of all people is out here calling Y/N "schatje" in public. 💀

user75:

Charles is gonna lose it when he finds out his sister is locking lips with his biggest rival. 💀

user76:

Monaco’s about to get real awkward if Charles runs into them... just saying.

Y/N woke up to the sound of soft, rhythmic breathing beside her. Her head pounded, and she felt like someone had stuffed cotton in her mouth. She blinked, trying to get her bearings, and slowly realized where she was: in Max���s bed, in Max’s apartment, with Max’s arm thrown lazily over her waist, holding her like they hadn’t just gotten plastered the night before.

For a moment, she lay there, wrapped in the heavy warmth of his arm draped across her stomach, trying to remember exactly how they ended up in this position. Her head throbbed with the unmistakable ache of too many drinks and too many bad decisions.

Max stirred next to her, shifting slightly but keeping his arm around her like it was a reflex. Y/N turned her head to look at him, his face still half-buried in the pillow, hair messy and slightly wild, looking so annoyingly cute it made her stomach do a weird little flip.

“Morning, Schatje,” he mumbled without even opening his eyes.

Y/N snorted. "Wow, you’re really pulling out all the stops with the pet names this morning, huh? Wasn’t it ‘Liefje’ last night? I’m gonna need a Dutch dictionary just to keep up."

Max laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest. "You should consider it. I’ve got a lot more where that came from. Besides, you’re cute when you’re all hungover and confused.”

Y/N groaned, rolling onto her back and throwing an arm over her face. “Ugh, don’t remind me. I feel like death.”

“Well, I think you look adorable,” Max replied, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

She peeked out from under her arm, squinting at him. “You sure it’s not because your head is still spinning?”

“Maybe,” Max admitted, his smile growing. “But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”

Y/N giggled, poking his side. “You’re so full of it.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

For a moment, they lay there in silence, enjoying the rare quietness of the morning. It was one of those rare, soft moments—no teasing, no sarcastic comments, just the two of them tangled together, wrapped in the warmth of each other.

“Why did we drink so much last night?” Y/N eventually asked, her voice muffled by Max’s chest.

“Because Lando dared us,” Max answered, sounding almost proud.

"Why do we listen to him?" Y/N groaned, her voice hoarse as she nuzzled deeper into Max’s chest.

Max chuckled, his voice still raspy with sleep. "Because he’s surprisingly persuasive for someone who looks like a lost child."

Y/N groaned again. “I’m never listening to that idiot again. We need to stop letting Lando be in charge of our nights.”

“I agree. Never let Lando dictate our fun again,” Max chuckled, shifting to press another kiss on her temple. “I’m officially banning him.”

“Good.” She sighed contentedly, closing her eyes for just a little bit longer. “I could stay like this forever.”

“Me too,” Max whispered softly.

She giggled, pulling the blanket up over her head to block out the sun. "I still feel like death though."

"Same." Max shifted slightly, brushing her hair away from her face. "But at least I’m dying next to you, Schatje."

"Please don’t," she grumbled, but she couldn’t stop the smile spreading across her face. "Honestly, I blame you just as much as Lando. You were the one who said, ‘Let’s do tequila shots, it'll be fun!’"

"Because it was fun," Max shot back, smirking. "At least until we ended up making out in front of that elevator."

Y/N froze for a second before she groaned and threw a pillow over her face. "Ugh, don’t remind me. I’m still embarrassed."

Max rolled onto his side to face her, pulling the pillow off her head. "Why? You didn’t seem embarrassed at the time," he teased. "In fact, I seem to remember you being very enthusiastic about it."

Y/N’s face turned red. "Okay, okay, shut up!"

"I’m just saying." Max winked at her, then stretched, looking way too good for someone who was supposed to be hungover. "You looked cute."

"Great," she muttered, rolling her eyes but smiling. "Now I’m cute and dead."

Max snickered, then leaned over to kiss her forehead. "If you’re dead, I’m dead too, because Lando definitely spiked those drinks."

"Speaking of Lando, I’m pretty sure I need to blacklist him from my life," Y/N said, stretching lazily. She reached over the side of the bed and found her phone buried in her pile of clothes. "Let me see if he’s alive."

As soon as her phone powered on, it exploded with notifications. Text after text, missed call after missed call, all from the boys…and her brothers.

"Oh no," Y/N whispered, her eyes wide. She stared at the screen, frozen in horror. "Oh no, no, no." She scrolled through the chaos and saw that her brothers were leading the charge in spamming her. There were also dozens of missed calls, mostly from Charles, Arthur, and—“Why is Lorenzo involved? What the hell did we do last night?!”

Max, who was halfway to the bathroom, turned back around. "What’s wrong?"

Y/N held up her phone, showing him the sheer volume of missed calls. "Max, we’re screwed. We are so screwed."

Max’s eyebrows furrowed. "Who’s been calling?"

"Everyone. All the boys. My brothers. Even Lorenzo. And Arthur. This is a nightmare," Y/N said, her voice rising in panic.

Max blinked. "Lorenzo? That’s… that’s not good."

"No shit it’s not good!" Y/N shrieked, scrolling through her messages frantically. "I’m being hunted down by my entire family!"

Max grabbed his own phone from the nightstand, but it was dead. He shrugged. "I guess ignorance is bliss, huh?"

Y/N groaned, clutching her phone like it might explode. "You’re not helping, Max!"

She scrolled through the texts, all of which ranged from "CALL ME NOW!" to "What the hell is going on?" from Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo. Max peered over her shoulder, his brow furrowing.

"Okay, maybe it’s not that bad—" he started, but Y/N’s phone rang, cutting him off.

"Lando," Y/N muttered. "This idiot better have some answers." She answered the call. "Lando, what the hell did you do?!"

"Me?!" Lando’s voice screeched through the phone. "This isn’t my fault! I wasn’t the one making out with Max in front of an elevator!"

Y/N slapped her forehead, and Max burst into laughter. "Oh my God, Lando, seriously?!"

"Yes! Seriously!" Lando was practically hyperventilating on the other end of the call. "Photos got leaked from last night! You two were caught being all cozy, and now everyone knows. Charles called me at like 6 AM, and I thought I was gonna die. Arthur called next, and then Lorenzo—LORENZO! I had to confess, Y/N! I caved under pressure!"

Y/N’s eyes widened in horror. "Oh my God, Lando!"

"I’m a dead man! You’re a dead woman! We’re all dead!" Lando rambled, his voice climbing an octave with each sentence. "Charles is pissed, Arthur is even worse, and Lorenzo…Lorenzo is probably getting a hitman involved. And now they’re all at your apartment waiting for you!"

"Wait, what? They’re at my apartment?!" Y/N shrieked.

"Yes!" Lando cried. "They’re waiting for you, Y/N! They want answers!"

Max, who had been listening in, leaned closer to the phone. "What exactly are they mad about?"

"MAX! Oh God, Max, you’re so dead," Lando screeched. "They saw the pictures of you two—holding hands, kissing, being all ‘Schatje’ this and ‘Liefje’ that. And now they want to know why no one told them."

Y/N buried her face in her hands. "This is a nightmare."

Lando continued rambling, clearly losing his grip on reality. "Charles was so mad, he almost broke his phone when I told him I knew about you two. And Arthur? He’s got murder in his eyes. Murder, Y/N. I’m not even safe!. Arthur called me ‘an accomplice,’ and I’m honestly afraid for my life right now.”

Y/N exchanged a horrified look with Max. "We’re all doomed," she muttered.

Max, surprisingly calm, shrugged. "I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?"

"Death, Max," Y/N replied, her voice shaking with disbelief. "The worst is death."

Lando piped up again. "You guys need to come up with a plan. Fast. Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo are about to storm the place like it’s a medieval siege."

Y/N was starting to spiral. "I need a plan! I need an escape route! I can’t face them like this!"

Max rubbed her back soothingly. "Relax, Schatje. We’ll go to your apartment, deal with them, and explain everything."

"Max, they’re gonna skin you alive," Y/N said, glaring at him. "You really think they’ll just let this slide? You’re dating their sister."

"And I’ll just tell them that I’ve got good intentions." Max smirked. "Maybe we can distract them with snacks."

"Lorenzo doesn’t do snacks," Y/N deadpanned.

Lando was still panicking on the other end. "I’m staying far away from this. You’re on your own!"

Y/N groaned. "Lando, you’re supposed to help!"

"I can’t help you if I’m dead, Y/N!" Lando whined. "I’m too pretty to die young!"

Max sighed, rubbing his temples. "Alright, let’s just get this over with."

Y/N looked at him, both amused and horrified. "You’re way too calm for someone who’s about to be slaughtered by my family."

Max winked at her. "I’ve got my secret weapon: my irresistible charm."

Lando’s voice piped up again. “If I don’t hear from you in the next 24 hours, I’ll assume you’ve both been murdered by Charles.”

"Yeah, you’re definitely gonna need more than that," Y/N muttered.

Lando interrupted one last time. "Good luck, guys. You’re gonna need it."

“Thanks, Lando. Very reassuring.” Y/N hung up and looked at Max, feeling the anxiety slowly building. “What do we do?”

Y/N tossed her phone onto the couch. She stood up, pacing the room. "This is bad. This is so bad. They’re probably already plotting my demise."

Max stood up and stretched, clearly unbothered. "I’ll take responsibility. I’ll tell them I made the first move."

Y/N laughed, despite the panic bubbling in her chest. "Oh, that’s gonna go over great."

"Don’t worry," Max said, walking over to her and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I’ll protect you."

She looked up at him, eyes wide. "You’re delusional."

"Maybe," Max grinned, "but I’m delusional for you."

Y/N shook her head, grabbing his hand. "Come on, let’s go. Might as well face the music before they break down my door."

"Or your phone," Max quipped.

Y/N glared at him. "This is all your fault."

Max smirked. "Maybe. But you love me anyway."

She groaned but didn’t deny it, knowing full well that Max was right—about both things.

Y/N ran her hand through her hair, trying to calm herself down. “Okay, okay. We’ll go back to my apartment and figure this out.”

Max stood up, stretching. “I’ll make sure to bring snacks for the interrogation.”

Y/N laughed, despite herself. “You’re way too calm about this.”

“Maybe I like living dangerously,” Max said, smirking.

“Or maybe you just have a death wish.”

“Either way,” Max replied, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek, “I’m with you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “Well, you better be. Because we’re both about to face the firing squad.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

[heavymilkers]

💙🤍💙welcome to my blog💙🤍💙

im a boi who happens to have these huge milkers absolute massive mammeries the most boobily breasted fat tits youve ever seen

im a submissive slut looking to get my tight boipussy bred, my giant milkers owned, and my body turned into a cumdump

💙 dms and askbox are open (askbox preferred, anon is on!) 💙

🤍please read through this post before messaging🤍

💙🤍💙about💙🤍💙

💙 age: 27

💙 sexuality: bisexual/pansexual and poly

💙 gender: boi/enby/nonbinary

💙 pronouns: they/them

💙 position: bottom

💙 role: submissive

💙🤍💙my kink list💙🤍💙

❌ if you message me about anything in the No category i will not respond

⚠️ be cautious when messaging about things in the maybe category, and ask about specifics

❔ if you dont see something here, ask first!

also feel free to add me on flist and write in my guestbook! im not planning on being super active there but i might add some stuff to the gallery that i wouldnt be able to post on tumblr

💙🤍💙ways to refer to me💙🤍💙

✔️ slut, whore, bitch, cow, cuntboi(/y), pussyboi(/y), tittyboi(/y), etc., "big titty goth girlfriend" is fine, "prince" and "princess" are both fine, will add more...

❌ miss, girl, lady, woman, she/her, "girlfriend" by itself, will add more...

if you refer to me in a way i dont like i will not respond. if you consistently refer to me in ways i dont like i will block you

💙🤍💙do not interact💙🤍💙

❌ minors

❌ straight cis men

❌ straight cis women

❔ straight non-cis people and cis people who aren't straight are fine

💙🤍💙faq💙🤍💙

🤍 Q: can i see an uncensored version of a picture? 💙 A: sorry but the versions of photos i post on my blog are the only versions im comfortable with sharing! please respect this 💗

🤍 Q: can i send a picture/video of myself to you? 💙A: im flattered but im not interested. i would prefer you just describe yourself and what youre doing through text. alternatively, if you post pictures of yourself publicly i might stumble upon it 💗

🤍 Q: can we meet up irl/where do you live? 💙A: sorry, im just an anonymous online slut 💗

more to come...

💙🤍💙thank you💙🤍💙

thank you for reading! please respect my boundaries and understand that i might not be comfortable responding to every message.

i get a lot of messages everyday, and im not always able to respond to everyone. please dont take this as a sign of me ignoring you or not being into what youre saying, i still read every message even if i dont respond. feel free to message me again and again 💙

[kingdionra]

hi I've been trying to beg on the fediverse for a while but it's not going very well so I thought I would try here as well >.<

putting the teal deer up front, long explanation & images-for-proof under the cut: two traumatised and disabled queers have successfully run away from abuse but now have no furniture or other household essentials, looking for another €4000* or so to get everything we need + get out of our overdraft

GOAL: €1173/4000

throne link

£ paypal: diontheblackdragon@gmail.com

cashapp: £KingDionRa

DM for roommate's € paypal or my UK bank deets to do a straight transfer <3

also if you want you can get an album for your moneys, i have it up for free download on both my site and on bandcamp :3

*this is higher than the original goal I set on fediverse because I'm including the ebike and winter clothes and getting out of our overdraft (which is costing us a bit in fees every month)...but also this still isn't including new computers which we both need lol but this already feels like so much to ask for!

LONG ASS STORY:

okay so over a year ago i ran away from the uk in its entirety to stay with my internet best friend of over a decade in germany, because i'd been in and out of homelessness there for most of my adult life and just kept ending up with abusers (because that's what happens when you jump at the first chance you get to get out of a homeless shelter by moving in with people you don't know), and then running away from them because they tend to get worse and worse and eventually you'd rather be homeless again than live with someone who continually messes you up and ignores your boundaries and lies to you and bullies you and fucks with your health. and yeah after long enough of that i had zero faith in the system to help me or in local queer groups to do so either, because they're the ones who kept finding me white middle class assholes to live with who turned out to be classist ableist racist shitfaces who talked the talk but failed to walk the walk

anyway, this was not an ideal situation because my best friend was living in a very tiny (25 square meters TOTAL) apartment surrounded by asshole neighbours after also only recently escaping homelessness, but we both found our mental health was VASTLY improved by living together (see it turns out we're NOT the problem!! it was the abusers all along!!!!) despite the very cramped living space (we literally couldn't both stand in the kitchen at the same time and it only had a minifridge and a stovetop) and having to share a room despite NOT being a couple and having no privacy

but eventually that situation got worse and worse due to a literal nazi living next door who engraved swastikas in our mailbox and threatened physical violence on us (pretty sure he thought we were a queer interracial couple and was very mad about that), and things came to a head when he repeatedly called the cops on us for being too noisy at night (we LAUGHED TOO LOUD at gone 10pm omg how dare we) and kept trying to get us in shit with the landlord by making up lies about us

SO, we asked the internet (fediverse) for money to move, and managed to get enough to hightail it the fuck out of there (we actually left the country because neither of us like germany it's, surprise surprise, full of nazis) to a very cheap place in very rural finland where we can each have our own room and that we can actually afford the rent on ourselves but, being poor and desperate, we only asked for literally the bare minimum to move, and left asap, and got here with no furniture, no beds, no household necessities, no nothing.

we've been here 2 months now and have managed to acquire one (1) bed that we're having to share (again we are NOT a couple and the lack of privacy is driving us both up the wall) but we still need:

-a second bed so i can actually USE my own room that i finally have again

-bedding (inc. warm things before winter sets in! and additional covers so we can actually put things in the wash)

-winter clothes before it gets too cold

-a washing machine

-desks and chairs so we can actually sit somewhere and work

-a cargo ebike so we can get to the nearest town (7km) and buy food, rather than relying entirely on non-perishables that we can order over the internet (it's been 2 months since we've had any fresh food and that sucks)

-a new phone for roommate cause theirs broke

-a laptop or desktop for roommate cause they have nothing atm

-a new desktop for me because i only have access to an old shitty kind of broken laptop at the minute (one of the hinges is fucked and i can't close or open it without worrying it will break for good and it doesn't charge right half the time and usually takes multiple attempts to boot up and i'm scared every time that this time will be the time that it just Won't), because when i tried to fundraise for a new one like a year ago i was offered this and didn't think i could say no, but i am very worried it will break any day now, and it is Not Good for recording music on or making art or games (you kind of need to run the games to make them....)

current overdraft:

our very empty living room:

my very empty bedroom:

please help us actually get sorted out and set up in our new place, so that we can actually RELAX for the first time in our lives (i'm 35 and my best friend is 38 >.<)

we both really want to actually do good work and help the world, and i have so much creative shit that i want to get on with but that has just been like, put on hold constantly, for *years*. i have so many stories and games and songs and so much art and a whole-ass comic i want to make and just haven't been able to do ANY of it for so long! (i'm keeping track of all my creative ideas in a huge google spreadsheet that links out to google docs full of properly fleshed out plans for things though, so that i can get to work asap!)

we just need a little bit more help to get started and then we will be giving back SO MUCH, i promise! all my content is and will forever be free! so you can consider this an investment in future works that you will definitely all get access to! <3

thank you so much for reading this far, and for sharing and boosting and donating if you can, you're incredible and awesome and very much appreciated <3

[surfinminho]

Kinktober day 17- Mirror sex w/ Hyunjin+ chan

⤷ warnings: oral(m), unprotected sex, some angst, crying, fem!reader dom!hyunjin dom!Chan,

⤷ word count:1.3k

Taglist — @greysweaters-blog @hannie-bees @ashydoinwhat @chansbabygirlsstuff @hiddlestandom @stanskzsstuff @mal-lunar-28 @leeracha @linos-kitten @bonateukna @ihrtlix @conwunder @jazzyluuv

⤷ permanent taglist: @iadorethemskz @iluvseungie

*please dm me if you want to be added or removed from the taglist.*

You don't know why you feel this way, like you were almost worthless. Spending most of your free time in bed, avoiding any reflective surface. Every time you saw yourself you felt like you could vomit.

You had the day off, thank god. With your two boyfriends at work and your nature to always think you're bothering someone you choose to ignore the feeling, bundling up in your bed with some music blasting through your ears.

You had your playlist on shuffle, though you didn't know how long you've been listening to music. You come across a sad song and instantly start crying. Like all your emotions came down on you.

What you didn't know is that hyunjin and chan came home. When they stepped into the room and heard your cries their hearts broke.

They slowly walked over to you, sitting on the bed. The sudden dip in the bed jerks your body up looking at why the bed moved. Looking up to see your boyfriends looking you in your eye.

"What's wrong princess?" Chan speaks up first, rubbing your arm.

"Nothing, just tired" you were foolish if you thought you could fool them.

"You know you can tell us anything right? Please just tell us." You hear hyunjin whisper. Encasing his hand with yours.

You ponder for a second, wondering if you should actually tell them. Tears started to well up in your eyes. Eyes slowing turning bloodshot red once more.

"I-" you barely manage to get a word out before you dip your head back into the mattress crying again.

Chan and hyunjin share a look, peering back down at you. Hyunjin lifts you up slightly from the bed into his lap while chan goes to get some water.

"Hey baby, talk to me" hyunjin taps your thighs. Once, twice to ground you, or try to.

"Let's wait for channie to come back hm?" He presses a kiss to your forehead, bringing your head into his chest patiently waiting for chan to come back.

As he comes back he turns your face to his,

"Drink." He holds the glass to your mouth. Tilting some of the cold liquid into your mouth. The crying stopped, though you can't help sniffle every once in a while.

"Can you tell us what happened now?" Chan brings tissue, gently wiping your face from any stray tears.

"Just don't feel pretty enough."

"Why didn't you tell us? You know we are always here for you right baby?" he noticed the stutter in your voice, frown becoming more apparent.

He didn't even let you finish your sentence he cuts you off.

"How about this, go take a shower and come back okay?"

"Okay" you get up and go straight into the bathroom. Maybe you really needed the shower. The warmness of the water taking a whole bunch of stress off your shoulders.

When you were about to get you, you realized you forgot a towel. Not wanting to walk out naked even though it's nothing they haven't seen.

"Hyune?" You shout down the hall, asking him to bring a towel for you. What you didn't expect was to be pressed against the counter, the only thing separating you guys is the cloth.

"You're so pretty you know that?" He leans further into you causing you to arch your back over the sink.

"Am I?"

"Prettiest" he leans in to give you a soft kiss before tossing you a pink set.

"We have a surprise for you darling, why don't you put this on hm? He whispers before shutting the door.

You look at the fabric he gave you; a lingerie set. You're favorite because of all the straps, with the heart in the middle of the brallete. You put it on, still wrapping the towel around your body as you walk out the room.

You open your bedroom door, seeing hyunjin and chan peer their heads over to you.

"Sit." Chan says patting the empty space on the bed in-between them.

You tried walking the the towel still on but getting a stern look from Chan instead. You slowly take it off, sitting on the bed covering your chest.

"Let us play with you hm? You've been so good." Hyunjin removed your hands, lightly pushing you back.

Their apartments bedroom had a mirror installed on their ceiling, they didn't mind it. They had to real reason to use it. Not until they met you.

When you joined them, they thought the mirror was perfect. Using it to make you shy anytime you guys were intimate.

When you look up, you can see your reflection. You can tell hyunjin wants to touch by the way he's caressing your exposed skin.

He leans in to pepper kisses on your neck. You feel the bed dip once more, looking up to see chan at your side.

'keep your eyes up and open 'kay?" He presses his lips against yours, tilting your head up for better access.

You felt hyunjin sneak his hands into your panties, running his fingers up and down your folds slowly. Spending little time at your clit before plunging two fingers into you.

"Eyes open or we will stop." With each enunciation of his words, he curls his fingers up causing you to close your eyes but opening them quickly again.

"Good girl, doing such a good job already" chan praises, leaving more marks. Ones left earlier fading.

Hyunjin goes at a steady pace, rubbing his thumb on your clit. You try and close you thighs, pleasure becoming too much for you.

"Nuh uh," hyunjin lowers his hand to lightly slap your thighs bringing them to open again.

"M' sorry, gonna cum." You clench down on his fingers, cumming as he curls his fingers up once more.

"She's been so good right chan?" Hyunjin says as he turned you over on all fours.

"Think we should give her a reward hm?" Chan mumbles, repositioning himself. Crotch infront of your face.

You stare at him then back at his crotch,

"Hyung I think she wants to suck you off, such a dirty girl hm?" Hyunjin takes off his pants and underwear. Jerking his cock before placing it at your hole.

"Gonna take it like a good slut right?"

"y-yes" the feeling of his tip against your folds tantalizing.

"Good" hyunjin whispers as he pushes in, hands finding your waist.

As hyunjin moves his hips you see chan pull down his shorts, just above where he needs to pull his cock out.

He taps the tip, leaking with his precum against your lips. "Open up baby" easing into your mouth. His hands gravitating towards your neck. Simply resting it there.

"Look at her, taking cock in two holes. Must be desperate tonight clenching on my cock like that" hyunjin moans, speeding up his thrusts.

"Take us so good s-shit" you feel chans tip reach the back of your throat, gagging around his cock. Throat closing in over his cock. You could feel every twitch of his cock, both of theirs even.

"Gonna make me cum baby" hyunjin grabs your breast, needing the plush flesh in between his hands.

You had no warning when chan came, the feeling of warm salty liquid filling your mouth. He pulls out plugging your mouth with his thumb.

"Swallow." Some split out, but you managed to swallow majority of it. Sticking out your tongue after.

His fingers go down towards your clit, rubbing figure 8's on it.

"Cumming!" You feel liquid pool down your thighs, dripping down ever so slowly. Not telling who's copious amount of fluids is who's.

"Making me cum like a good girl fuck" hyunjins movements falter, becoming erratic trying to ride out his own high. He pulls out soon after chan, lying down next to you.

"Prettiest girl in the world."

[grace-lost-in-space]

Update/My Mom/*CW* Abuse

Hi you guys. I know it has been a long time since I have been on here. I have a lot of dm’s but there is no way I can get to every single one of them so I just want to do an update. Please know I am so thankful for every single person on here who has messaged or commented. Sometimes I think you guys are all I really have. This has been my platform to use my voice for so many years now.

-first of all I tagged @taylorswift because for the past 13 years she has unknowingly gotten me through the hardest times. There is zero chance she will ever see this but if she does, I want her to know she has helped me stay alive for the past 13 years. This life is so hard.

-my mom is still abusive. My therapist reported bruises on my neck from being choked. DCFS waited almost one week to come out and “look.” Then they said there were no bruises. I said that is because it had been almost a full week. The social worker said “if your mom choked you with enough force, you would still have bruises today.” She asked “why would you want to tell on your mom and lose all this nice stuff you have here (my apartment, my dog, my iPad that I use to communicate). I said because this is how my mom keeps me in this cycle. Then she said well if you’re saying your mom hurt you I have to ask her if she did it. Then I told her no that always makes my life get worse. So she told me then I would have to tell her I lied about the bruises or else she would talk to my mom. So I did. I told her nothing happened and then I said “but I really wish I could tell you the truth.”

-about 7 days later my mom blacked my eye and pushed me into the wall. I went to CB’s (the judge) house right after because she told me come straight there. She took pictures of my eye then. That was a Sunday. The next day I went to DCFS and the secretary took pictures of my eye with her phone. She told me to ask for another meeting with the social worker and ask if she can be there. So I did. The social worker waited one week to call me back and said no, no one else would be there for a meeting and she already closed my case. She said “you don’t have a mark on you” then I said yes I do come right now and you can see it. CB (judge) also took pictures. She said “No Grace I’m not wasting my time. And do you want to have to give up your dog and your apartment and live at a shelter which by the way has long waiting lists just because you’re mad at your mom?” So I hung up on her.

-Candy bar is really mad but she said we can try to get help for me in other ways without going through the state. Right now my biggest thing is money and having enough money to make it until January when I will be moving to a subsidized apartment. And my mom will have no access to me. I am on a waiting list for it.

-I feel so sad. Everything has been so bad. Nothing has changed except my mom is really really hurting me again.

-I need help getting completely free/away from her. If any of you know some ways to do that please tell me because I am scared and I am exhausted and the state is obviously never going to do anything. My mom has too much influence because she knows them.

-I am still really really sick and on disability so my money is a fixed income. I do not really have the option to go out and get a job. I have no savings. I have nothing.

-I just wish this was all one bad bad bad dream.

[wayward-sword]

𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎  𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙  𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙  𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓  𝘊𝘈𝘕  𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠  𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌  𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎  𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙  𝘈  𝘓𝘖𝘛  𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙.

NAME :  Kinkoz Sagan

PRONOUNS :  He/Him

PREFERENCE  OF  COMMUNICATION :  If you have me added on Discord, you can just shoot me a message there and I will attempt to be timely with responses. Otherwise, drop me a DM on here since I keep them open just in case.

NAME  OF  MUSE(S) : Zechariah, Aurora (both small doot and older doot), Traveler, Dunstan (not totally putting him last since I really only play him on request)

EXPERIENCE  /  HOW  LONG  (  MONTHS  /  YEARS? ) :  Pretty sure I started roleplaying at the age of 10 on a Zelda fansite's Java-coded chatroom built to mimic IRC, eventually moved onto AOL chatrooms, then AIM one-on-ones and chatrooms, then Yahoo Messenger one-on-ones until some weird parasocial drama made me abandon RP at the age of 15-16 until 2011 (age 20) or so when I got convinced to get back into it by a former friend by making a Tumblr. Got ghosted at every turn for a couple of months straight before giving up. Got convinced to come back a year or less later in 2012 and I've been here ever since.

BEST  EXPERIENCE : Honestly, those who have stuck with me the longest. Shay and eventually even Zero have been lights in the darkness for me and make me glad I've stuck it out this long, Scythe (despite no longer being on Tumblr) is someone I thought I got off on the wrong foot with when we first started interacting a while back and now he's one of my best buds even if we don't RP, I remain grateful Faty still puts up with me and is willing to engage with me, and Eli surprises me that I'm still able to find diamonds in the rough that is Tumblr.

RP  PET  PEEVES  /  DEALBREAKERS : Couple of things I think I've developed over time that have become definite dealbreakers to me: For starters is when someone is clearly more interested in talking about their muses rather than actually... Writing their muses. It's fine to have your headcanons, it's fine to have your wishlists, it's fine to want to develop your character and come up with new ideas for them, but when you sit there and parade around your character as being this, that, and the other, and "Oh, when will people do (x) with my character??" ESPECIALLY and PARTICULARLY when you have someone who is actively trying to give you everything you're asking for and then some? I'm sorry, but there's no other reasonable way to interpret that other than a lack of interest. Like, you're free to explore your options, certainly, but at least TRY to give what you're getting back. Nothing's more disheartening than investing so much enthusiasm and effort into developing something only to end up constantly sidelined and disregarded. I'll admit I'm thinking of one very specific, recent example as I speak on this since that case was particularly egregious in that department, but it is something I've run into numerous times even on here as well to varying degrees.

Secondly, and as a general rule, I don't like it when someone is too pushy with a ship when your characters aren't exactly compatible. Now keep in mind this is coming from me who, even though I extol the virtues of discernment and discretion when it comes to shipping myself, I just as easily fall into shipping at the same rate if I feel like there's some potential there or you can make me see that potential. But when the spark just isn't there and we haven't remotely established anything at all, and you're constantly throwing your character at mine to hang off of mine and basically "strongarm" affection out of a muse who's going to try to be lenient about it at first, but eventually ends up repeatedly putting their foot down with the shenanigans only for it to keep happening? That's not "cute" or endearing and you're doing the polar opposite of "wearing them down". "No means no" is applicable to more than just one scenario. Again, a very specific, other recent example comes to mind as I write this, but it's also something I've run into numerous times in general as well.

MUSE  PREFERENCES  FLUFF,   ANGST  OR  SMUT : I like it all, although I have significantly less confidence in my smut and I'm really only keeping that material contained to private places with highly specific individuals at this point instead of really playing it out on here, which is how I think I'll continue to handle that matter from now on.

PLOTS  OR  MEMES :  Yes. I've always been more of an improvisational writer so memes have been more my speed when it comes to icebreakers and character development, but I'm trying to open myself up more to plotting and applying that "improv" style to that, so please feel free to hit me up if you have anything in mind and we can work on fleshing it out. Just be aware that I might sometimes be the type to give short answers if I'm totally on board with something and I can't really see any further input to give of my own. That's not because I'm not interested. It's because my interest has shifted more towards "Alright, let's start writing this out!" and not at all "Yeah cool whatever".

LONG  OR  SHORT  REPLIES :  I do all styles. Short replies, long replies. I try to give what I get within reason.

BEST TIME TO WRITE : Whenever. I will get to anything when I have the appropriate time (which is most of the time) and the drive to write (which has been a bit higher lately, hence why I've been staying on top of things).

ARE  YOU  LIKE  YOUR  MUSE(S) :  I mean, in some ways, I put a little of myself into everything I write, so yes and no. But at the end of the day, I am not my characters and my characters are not 1:1 representations of myself.

tagged by: @sentofight (Thanks Faty.)

tagging: @lacedmagic (Just because), @charlotte-liddel, @dancingdevildemon, @zvri (Bing bong I obligate you for activity Wami lol), and in general if you see this, feel free to take it.

[lindszeppelin]

okay so here we go, i didn't tag my post about the recent things that are happening but yet somehow mollie's followers send her the things that i say on my blog. interesting.

so, now that i was called out directly, lets go, mollie. straight from the source.

i do not bitch about you day in and day out. i have a fucking day job and unlike some people on here, i do not post gossip. i only respond with FACTS to idiotic things that you post about on your gossip blog that is out there and open to the public for everybody to see. you are the ONLY person on tumblr that talks gossip about austin and runs their entire account based around it. no one else on tumblr does. so unfortunately for you, you will be the main target of some people's complaints. as if you remember correctly, i had no issue with you in the past. until you took things way too far where you literally were spamming austin's tag and drowning out everyone's work, and i had to block you - a move which i did not want to do but you left me with no choice after i went in your DMs to warn you i was about to do so.

so here we are. you continue to contradict yourself and cry wolf and you're not better than deuxmoi or any others out there that post things about austin or other celebs for the notoriety.

gossip is inherently immoral. i will always stand by that. what i do is post facts to the gossip you spread around and act like it's fact.

clearly you read the blog post i just did, so you can tell that i responded with FACTS. cold hard facts that you cannot disprove and say that it's speculation when it's not, its the truth. im a hairdresser, i talked about kaia's hair. i posted articles and facts about the gucci store in paris. i posted other screenshots to corroborate the facts i posted. how is that gossip? it's not. but nice try.

i will always keep saying that you and others that call austin a puppy etc in regards to his relationship with kaia is insulting to his intelligence, because it is. i've already talked ad nauseum about it so feel free to read my other blog posts that your followers clearly have sent to you to sniggle over.

austin is a grown fucking man and he deserves to be respected. not demoralized. not infantilized. not babied. and he deserves to have a nice fanbase that doesn't spread gossip and demean him all the time. you hated kaia in the past, and now you ride her dick all the time as if she is end game.

you're saying that i liked the attention from name dropping YOU?! i could not give one single FUCK about attention, or clout. im nearly 30 fucking years old. do you really think i enjoy having to come on here and talk some fucking sense into all you guys that are spreading false shit around about austin?? i don't have the fucking time, but luckily for you today as an off day at work for me. so here i am.

how dare you try to spin this around on me and say i like the attention. im not the one here thats running a gossip blog and gets off on the negativity. you love it when people talk about you, whether its positive or negative. you really enjoy people calling you narcissistic and other horrible things that you screenshot it and proudly display it on your blog header?? it's not some kind of one up move or a "ha ha" that you do. i wouldn't get some kind of sick kick from someone calling me hateful things.

i'll end it with this. being "delulu" about the shit that you post about austin and being negatively talked about by your anons and others seems to be the more miserable way to live, versus someone who defends austin and speaks the truth.

i would delete my social medias right fucking now and never set foot online again and live happily if it meant that i had a peace of mind knowing Austin was comfortable and safe and happy. would you?

but sure, lets keep using his name and his life as a means to spread gossip and make this some kind of popularity contest.

i'm done here.

[birdwonder]

Sorry if this is a sore topic, but do you have any more information on the Konig drama? I want to know the situation better. (also, he's 100% bi lmao)

No problem, I’m happy to share as much as I know ! I’ll avoid using his name because I don’t really want to make this a big thing.

I wouldn’t so much as call it a drama as I would say it’s just an unsettling discovery the fandom has recently made.

To explain it in short bullet points, the fans found König’s VA’s [ Voice Actor ] instagram and :

- His bio contains the term ‘# sigma male ’ which isn’t necessarily an act against humanity, but understandably leaves people a little weary as the term is usually used by those in toxic communities. I have also heard from others he has said things that stem from toxic masculinity on posts, but I have yet to check that for myself.

- His bio also contains ‘# crypto’ which refers to crypto currency. I won’t go into the details of crypto and why it’s bad but again, it leaves people unsettled.

- The main thing, and what caused my silly email, was that on his instagram story he responded to a cosplayer. The cosplayer was discussing MW2 cosplays and how people assign characters sexuality headcanons, to which the VA said “I can assure you König is straight a f.”

And while it is alright to say when a character is a heterosexual, the tone and manner of how this was said appears homphobic and comes from a place of hate. Besides, is it really up to the VA to decide these things ? And why is it so bad that people headcanon characters as queer ? While I’m sure he doesn’t understand that these are headcanons, this still heavily suggests to fans a hateful nature. There is no harm in fans putting bits of themselves into characters to make them more relatable and fun.

It’s incredibly heartbreaking for fans to see this sort of attitude from someone who was so admired and hopefully a change happens. If it is reveal König is straight, that’s totally alright ! But it’s nearly 2023, there’s little reason why the news couldn’t have been delivered in a more appropriate manner. I personally love König a lot and the VA sounds amazing so it’s a shame this all happened.

There are screenshots floating around but if you would like me to personally find them for you, please feel free to DM me. Otherwise check the VA’s instagram for yourself if you can.

[occult-roommates]

Rudi: I mean, if you want to put your baby for adoption, I think it’s wonderful. But like...you straight up asked a random influencer in her DMs if she wants the kid. I don’t think that’s how it works. Might even be illegal. Akva: Yeah, she accused me of making fun of her situation and then she blocked me... Daniele: I mean, I can see why. Rudi: Look, we’re gonna help you find a nice adoption agency and you’ll find a great family for the baby. Nowadays, you can even stay in contact with the adoptive parents so it’s not like you’ll never see the baby again. Dawud: I told you, my pilot friend was adopted, so if you wanna talk to someone who was adopted and turned out fine, I can hook you up with him. Rudi: My dad was a pilot, like, before he died. Dawud: Uh, that’s odd, cause my dad was an airplane engineer. Daniele: Did he died by having sex with a horse? Dawud: Wh-Wh-Wh-What are you talking about? Like what the actual fuck are you...WHAT??? Akva: Also, what made you think that’s an appropriate thing to say? Daniele: Oh so I see you...Do you know the story of...It was a weird viral shock video back in the days...I say that as if I’m not the second youngest here. But like... Dawud: I am aware of that video, still, what the fuck Dan?

As Dawud was seriously reconsidering his crush on Daniele, he asked Akva when her next free time is. She was working that afternoon, but the next day, she ended up once again at the café a block away, this time with Dawud and Ralf.

Akva: So you were adopted. Ralf: Mh-mh. I was born in the western most point of the USSR, in what is now modern day Ukraine. I don’t know exactly when I was put up for adoption, but I do know I was adopted at three months old, since I still had my birth certificate. My birth name was Rafayl Borysenko if I recall correctly. I don’t really know how my parents pulled it off, but they were East German so maybe it was easier if you were from another Eastern Bloc country to get a baby in the Soviet Union.  Akva: Have you ever wondered who your real parents were? Ralf: Yes, and shortly after getting married, I tried finding who my birth mom was, especially since my adoptive parents were...not great, and I wanted to reconnect with my heritage now that I had my own kids. I managed to trace her back, only to learn she passed away when I was around five years old. After that, I gave up.  Akva: Oh wow, I’m so sorry for that. But what do you mean that your adoptive parents weren’t great? Ralf: Well, it was very obvious they only adopted me because they were expected to have a kid, not because they actually wanted one. As to make this worse, even though my mom had been told she couldn’t conceive, she ended up having twins out of nowhere when I was seven. After that, it was game over for me. They never said it to my face, but I could tell they didn’t love me as much as their biological kids and I was a nuisance to them. It was like being orphaned all over again, except this time I was old enough to remember. Akva: B-But you ended up fine in the end, right? Ralf: Oh yes, of course I did uh...I think you can tell. But it was a hard road to get there. As a teenagers I got in a bunch of relationships just to feel loved, only to sabotage all of them. My logic was that they couldn’t abandon me if I did it first. I had stopped that by the time I met my wife though. Now I am fine and happy uh...Don’t worry about me ok. Just...be careful which family you pick.

Now visibly uncomfortable, Ralf stood up and left the café without saying goodbye, great. Dawud tried to stop him, but it was too late. As for Akva, she stayed sat there, now terrified of what would happen to her baby. Hopefully Ralf’s story is an outlier...

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[daebors]

cw: venting a little at the start

it's currently 11:32 and I'm feeling super anxious. I'm writing on here because doing something on tumblr usually helps to distract me when I'm nervous. I'm not nervous about anything in particular I don't think. I have generalised anxiety disorder (which truthfully isn't diagnosed, but there's not point of getting one, I know what it is and I can't be bothered to pay or something like that)

I need to read a book named how to stop worrying and start living. it's pretty old I think, but I was invertedly recommended it. I'm wondering if I should get the book or the audiotape. I mostly read in public—wouldn't reading a book like that in front of people be embarrassing?

well I guess that's what the book is about. I need to wash my hair but it's too late to do that now. I'll try to remember in the morning but I always forget these kind of things.

I'd usually say something like this to a hotline or something, but most of them open 24/7 are voice call only which me, being mute, cannot handle lmao. the webchat ones are usually only open until 12 and they always have the worst queues. one time I waited for two hours, but by the time I was at the front of the queue, I could only have a five minute section as it was too close to midnight.

I made an ao3 account though! I think I'll write stardew valley fanfiction. I've already written a bit of a choose your own adventure fanfic, but I'm not sure if I'll showcase it on here. it wouldn't be that difficult to find once it's published though haha.

I sent in my cringey kids' youtube channel to a youtuber I watch often. I hope he doesn't laugh at it or is at least nice about it if he sees and doesn't judge me too harshly. I'm pretty certain he reads my instagram dms to him... I suggested one video and he ended up making a video using that a week later and then back in august I suggested he watched this show for a video and he uploaded an hour long video watching that show only a week ago.

I hope I am making some sort of impact on his life, even if it's small. I started watching him in 2014 when we were both 16. I can't help but think what could have happened if I tried to contact him sooner when he had a smaller audience and was more prone to messaging back. I think we would have been friends, maybe, or maybe that's wistful thinking or whatever they say...

I used to write in my diary everyday. I haven't for ages now as I just kept forgetting and forgetting. I've decided to not be so hard on myself when I do forget and only do it when I really want to. when I'm away from my pc and unable to blog straight away, maybe I'll write it down in my diary to send out later? or maybe that's stupid and I should just write it on my phone so I can copy paste it.

I was watching an analysis of penny from sdv earlier. I didn't watch until the end as it got to her 10 heart scene and marriage stuff which I haven't played through before, but so far I found it super interesting. I love penny. I love all the bachelors and bachelorettes in their own special way, to be honest. I like to think that I see the best in people... or at least fictional characters.

I'm too tired to continue so here's the end of this looong text post. I might post again tomorrow, or next year, who knows.

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[lovelookspretty]

waking up to you

au!rafe cameron x reader

— in which you wake up in a strange alternate reality that just so happens to be the outer banks universe, and to your disbelief, you’re suddenly in a relationship with the shows most unlikely character, rafe cameron.

warnings: late update i fear, coy being silly w this chapter, lowkey reader x jj moment, sorry rafe xo

authors note: pls i needed some connection between y/n and jj for later that night (next part). stay tuned asf. if u still arent part of the tag list, feel free to let me know thru replies, anons, or dms !! notifications are always on <3

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you sit at the desk, staring at the closed journal, your heart racing as you bounce your foot up and down anxiously. every instinct tells you to dive deeper into the journal, to unravel the thoughts and experiences of this universe’s y/n. you need to know—need to understand what this life has been like for her, especially since the entries lead right up to the night before you woke up here.

you were right about your theory—this was another universe, and there was a you that lived here, one who had her own thoughts, struggles, and relationships.

you shake your head. you need to know, need to understand. sitting up straight, you take a deep breath, steadying yourself before you reach for the journal again.

you open the journal, your eyes scanning the pages quickly, desperate for answers. the entries blur together at first, but then words begin to form coherent thoughts. it doesn’t take long for the familiar names to jump out at you: jj, sarah, even ward. each mention drags you into a different part of her life, pulling you through the highs and lows of her experiences.

as you skim through the entries, you see that there’s a lot about jj—how their friendship has been rocky, how her attempts to change have been met with resistance from him.

you read about her feelings of guilt for not talking to sarah as often as she should have. you can sense the regret in her words. her struggles with ward stand out too. she recounts her frustration with the way he treated her from the moment they met, how it’s gone on for two years, no matter how hard she tried to win his approval.

you find yourself wishing that someone had given her the validation she so desperately craved.

but there’s an absence of rafe’s name. as you flip through the pages, searching for any mention of him, you realize that there is nothing. no references to fights, not even nostalgic memories or heartwarming moments.

gee, maybe he really was a great boyfriend to her, you think to yourself.

you flip to the entry dated september 10, a week before everything changed. your eyes move across the lines quickly, but as the words sink in, you slow down, reading more carefully.

the journal describes bad dreams—no, nightmares—that have been haunting this version of you every other night. they weren’t traumatizing, but they were vivid, too real. each dream left her questioning her reality, unsure if she was awake or still trapped in the depths of her subconscious.

the nightmares started a week before that entry, she wrote. more consistent and intense than anything she’d had since childhood. it was enough to make her consider going to a doctor, just to figure out what was going on. she admitted to being scared of falling asleep every night.

you raises your eyebrows as she reads the words, flipping through the pages absently. “sounds like my headaches lately,” you mutter under your breath and gnaw on your bottom lip.

as soon as you hear movement from behind, you freeze and glance over your shoulder. rafe is stirring, pulling himself up onto the bed as if he’s about to wake up. but he only shifts, getting comfortable before drifting back into his nap. you let out a quiet breath, turning back toward the desk.

sliding down in your chair, you tap your fingers against the edge of the journal, staring blankly ahead. none of this makes any sense. alternate realities aren’t real. there’s no way any of this could be real—this has to be a dream, right?

maybe you should go back to that. you’re still asleep, stuck in some strange loop of dreaming about journals and different versions of yourself. you shake your head, frustrated. even if that were the case, how do you wake up from something like this?

but what if you’re not dreaming? what if this is real?

your thoughts spiral, leaving you in a dizzy haze of confusion. you can’t take the risk of assuming it’s just a dream. no matter how much you want it to be, ignoring the possibility that this is your new reality could mean being stuck here forever. and you’re definitely not interested in staying in a world where some people hate you—or only sort of tolerate you.

your fingers clench around the edge of the journal, your mind whirling. you have to figure out how to get home, and fast. there’s no way you’re sticking around to deal with the mess this y/n left behind.

you’re sitting outside in the backyard, legs pulled up to your chest, flipping through the journal aimlessly, skipping around the entries instead of reading in any order. you find it easier that way. if something interesting catches your eye, you either backtrack or fast forward to see how it unfolds.

you scratch the back of your head as you turn the page, eyes scanning lines. but before you can dive further in, a voice pulls your attention away, and you quickly shut the journal, peering over your shoulder. it’s rafe. of course.

he's walking toward you, scratching behind his ear like he’s in a hurry, “hey, uh . . . my dad wants me to go fishing with him today, so . . .” he trails off as he reaches your chair, standing over you with an expectant look. “might go with him.”

you nod, pulling the journal closer to your chest. “okay.”

“you can just hang out here.” he leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, then another to your cheek, lingering for just a moment before standing back up. but as he steps away, his eyes catch on the journal resting in your lap. he stops mid-step, pausing.

“you’ve been keeping up with your journaling, huh?” he says, his voice soft, almost like he’s proud. “it’s good you’re sticking with it. i know it helps.”

you give a small, almost forced smile, nodding again, though inside your thoughts are spinning. he doesn’t know, obviously. he assumes it’s your journal. but it’s y/n’s. the one detailing a process you’re not even sure how to wrap your head around yet. still, you nod, playing along.

“yeah, i guess.”

rafe gives you one last glance before heading off to leave, his footsteps fading into the house. just as he disappears, sarah slips outside, her eyes immediately landing on you. she crosses the yard with a purpose, the way only sarah can.

“hey,” she says, casually taking the chair next to you, but there’s something in her tone. she’s here for something more. she stretches out her legs and leans back, glancing over at you with a casual smile. “haven’t seen you out here in a while,” she comments, her voice light as if she’s making small talk, but there’s a hint of curiosity.

you shrug, “yeah, just needed a change of scenery, i guess.”

sarah grins and shakes her head, looking out at the marsh, the sun casting a warm glow over the water. the quiet between you two is peaceful, but then sarah’s gaze shifts back to you, her voice a little more serious.

“john b might come pick me up later,” she says, almost too casually. “since my dad and my brother are gonna be gone. guaranteed rose is going out too, but she’s on wheezie patrol.”

you raise an eyebrow, sensing the shift in her tone. there’s something more behind her words. sarah hesitates for a second before continuing, eyeing you carefully as if weighing your reaction.

“means him and the others will be there. kiara, pope, jj.”

you swallow hard. you know she didn’t mean to but you know why her tone emphasizes jj’s name. it’s him again. always him. you purse your lips, shaking your head slightly, brushing off the sinking feeling.

“okay. cool. i’ll be busy today anyway.”

you stand up from the chair, clutching your phone and the journal together in one hand, suddenly feeling the need to escape the conversation. sarah perks up, a little confused at your sudden movement, her eyes trailing after you.

“where are you going?” she asks, genuinely curious but also concerned. you pause for a second, considering her offer, but it doesn’t take long before you shake your head again. “go out with us,” sarah continues, her voice softer now, almost pleading.

your eyebrows twitch up in mild amusement, but the humor doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “last time i was with them, it wasn’t necessarily fun.” sarah arches an eyebrow, not entirely understanding, so you remind her, “jj punched rafe last night. remember?”

her expression changes, the pieces clicking into place. she nods slowly, understanding dawning on her. “right,” she murmurs, glancing down at her hands, not sure what to say.

you let out a small sigh, looking away toward the marsh again. but sarah’s watching you, waiting, and there’s something about the way she’s hopeful, like she genuinely wants you to be a part of things. it’s hard to say no to that. so finally, you just sigh and give in.

“okay,” you say, your voice soft but clear.

sarah’s face lights up instantly, her whole body seeming to perk up as she sits up straight. “yeah?” she asks, excitement creeping into her tone, like she didn’t expect you to agree.

you chuckle lightly, nodding. “yeah, sure.” you don’t know what’s going to come out of it—maybe it’ll be awkward, maybe it’ll be fine. but at least you’ll be with everyone. the pogues and sarah. that’s worth something, right?

the situation with jj is tiring if you had to be honest, and you can’t help but feel worn down by it, even though, technically, it wasn’t you who he said that to.

plus, he hugged you yesterday. that doesn’t necessarily scream ‘i wasted years of friendship on you’ but it still stings, knowing what he said to y/n, because according to her journal, by the time they argued, she had already changed.

so maybe the problem has fixed itself by now. maybe you don’t have to worry about it as much as you think. but still, you can’t shake the unease entirely.

sarah stands up all the way, grinning wide as she grabs your hand, her energy contagious. she pulls you gently toward the house. “come on,” she urges. “it’ll be fun.”

john b picks you and sarah up not long after. the twinkie pulls up, surfboards strapped to the top with bungee cords, and the sound of it makes your stomach flip.

great. surfing. you don’t know how to surf, at least not like these guys. you’ve seen enough of the show to know jj’s supposedly the best surfer john b knows.

yeah, you’re definitely going to embarrass yourself today.

the car ride itself isn’t bad, though. it’s comfortable, surprisingly safe. jj’s in the front seat, leaving you, sarah, kie, and pope to lounge in the back.

you lean your head back against the seat, watching the ocean come into view, the rolling waves already making you nervous.

“you surf, right?” kie asks from beside you, breaking the quiet hum of the ride. her tone is casual, like she’s assuming the answer’s yes.

the question makes you freeze for a second. the y/n in this universe has clearly never surfed with them before if she has to ask, but you wonder if another difference between you two is that she actually can surf.

you hesitate for a second, biting your lip. “uh, not really,” you say, scratching the back of your head awkwardly. “i mean, i’ve tried a couple times, but i’m not exactly pogue-level or anything.”

sarah, ever the optimist, shakes her head and interjects, “no, no! the times we went surfing together, you picked up the tips way faster than i did when john b taught me. you’re practically a natural, y/n!”

wrong girl, sarah.

she’s laughing, but you aren’t. “really?” kie’s eyes widen.

you shake your head quickly, trying to downplay it. “no, no,” you insist, waving it off a forced smile stretching across your face. this is getting out of hand. “i mean, that was, like, a different time, right? it’s just . . . i’m not really… that’s okay.”

when you finally reach the beach, the twinkie pulls into a parking spot, and the group immediately starts piling out, grabbing their boards and shedding layers. you sit there for a moment, staring out at the waves, hesitant to even move. you know you have to get out, but something about the whole situation makes you want to stay glued to your seat. okay, maybe you’re exaggerating, but still.

“come on, y/n!” jj calls from outside, his voice light but with an edge of impatience. “the waves aren’t gonna wait.”

you sigh, pulling your shirt over your head and stepping out of your shorts. the sun hits your skin instantly, and you raise your arm to shield your eyes as you look out toward the water.

the waves look . . . big. daunting, even. and these guys are already talking about them like they’re nothing.

“looks clean out there,” john b comments as he unloads the boards, nodding toward the water. “should be a good day for it.”

jj’s already running his hand over his board, grinning. “perfect for catching some barrels.”

“don’t get cocky,” pope says, shaking his head. “last time you said that, you wiped out like, five times in a row.”

jj nudges him playfully, laughing. “yeah, but i still got the best ride of the day, didn’t i?”

kie pulls her hair up into a messy bun, glancing over at you. “you’ll be fine. just watch jj make a fool of himself, and you’ll feel better,” she says with a wink.

you force a laugh, but your stomach’s still doing somersaults. you’re already dreading getting on that board. watching them prep their boards and talk about the waves only makes it worse. they’re so casual, so at ease. this is their thing, and you feel completely out of place.

sarah stands up, tucking her board under her arm. “ready?”

you nod, but it’s half-hearted. you’re not ready at all. but there’s no backing out now.

eventually you stand at the edge of the water, your feet sinking slightly into the warm, golden sand as you gaze out at the ocean. you can feel the energy of your friends buzzing around you—laughter and playful shouts—but in this moment, you’re lost in the sea’s pull.

“hey.” you turn your head to see jj standing next to you, his brow slightly furrowed as he studies your expression. he’s been eyeing you. there’s a playful grin on his lips, but concern glimmers in his eyes. “you okay? you look like you're about to jump into a shark tank.”

you practically are, jj.

“just looking,” you reply, your gaze drifting back to the waves. they seem so powerful and free. “forgot how to . . . surf.”

“i’ll help you,” jj offers, stepping closer. there’s an undeniable energy about him, a confidence that makes you consider it.

“okay,” you say, the word slipping from your lips before you can second-guess yourself. you try to sound casual, but inside, your heart races at the thought of letting him even guide you into the waves.

“alright, awesome,” he replies, his grin widening, and it’s infectious. he motions for you to follow him as he picks up your surfboard, moving toward the stretch where the waves break.

he sets the board down in the sand and gestures for you to lie on it. “just like this,” he instructs, positioning himself beside you. you lay down on the board, feeling the coolness of the surfboard against your warm skin, and the warmth of the sand beneath you grounds you somewhat. but there’s still a knot of anxiety in your stomach as you try to focus on his instructions.

he kneels beside you, studying your position with a serious expression that somehow makes you even more self-conscious. he doesn’t waste time, moving into instructor mode as he starts explaining what you should do.

“you’ve gotta keep your body straight,” he says, his voice steady but firm, and before you know it, you feel his hand on your back, pressing lightly between your shoulder blades. it’s not heavy, just enough to guide you, making sure you’re not bending in a way that could throw off your balance later.

but it catches you off guard—his hand feels warm against your skin, and you have to fight the instinct to tense up. your heart skips for a second, but you quickly refocus, trying to listen to what he’s saying.

“don’t let your hips lift too much, or you’ll tip over once you hit the water,” he continues, his tone completely casual as if this kind of touch is second nature to him. you, on the other hand, feel like you’re overanalyzing every little contact, your mind racing faster than the waves in front of you.

as he shifts slightly, demonstrating how you should arch your body when paddling, his hand slips down from your back, grazing the back of your thighs without him seeming to notice.

jj’s voice fills the space around you, still explaining, “when you feel the wave coming, you’ll want to paddle fast. push with your arms, then pop up. you’ve gotta move quick or the wave’ll pass you by.”

you nod, your throat a little dry. “okay,” you manage to say, though it comes out quieter than you intended.

“you good?” jj asks, glancing at you. his hand rests lightly on your shoulder now, and his gaze is a little softer, less intense. there’s a hint of concern in his eyes, like he can sense that you’re not fully present in the moment.

“yeah,” you reply quickly, trying to sound normal, but your voice is a little shaky. “just . . . ready to try.”

he gives you a small smile, his hand still lingering for a moment before he pulls it back. “cool. let’s see what you’ve got then. we can do it together.”

he pushes himself up from the sand, extending a hand to help you up. you take it, and as you stand, the tension in your chest loosens slightly. the group gathers around, excitement buzzing in the air as they watch you.

“trust me, you’ll be fine. sarah said you’ve done it before anyway,” jj reassures, his gaze never leaving yours. you can see sincerity in his eyes, a promise that he’ll be there to catch you if you fall. but you can’t help but feel like if you’re out there then the waves are literally going to swallow you and you’ll die.

you take another deep breath, your heart pounding, and then, together, you make your way toward the waves.

the moment you step into the cool water, a shiver runs down your spine, and you feel the pull of the ocean around your ankles. jj is beside you, and you feel a surge of determination. maybe you can do this.

“just keep your eyes on me,” he says as the waves crash around you, the water bubbling up to your knees. “we’ll take it slow.”

you nod, and he leads you further into the water. he demonstrates how to paddle, and you mimic him, your heart racing with each stroke.

“good, just like that,” he encourages, watching you closely. with each wave that rolls in, you can feel your confidence growing, even though you still feel the uncertainty.

“now, when i say ‘go,’ you’re going to paddle as hard as you can,” jj continues, and you nod, bracing yourself. “you ready?”

“ready,” you lie.

“okay, here comes a wave!” he shouts, and as it approaches, you feel a rush of adrenaline. “paddle!”

you push with all your strength, the water splashing around you as you move, and for a moment, everything else fades away. it’s just you, the board, and the wave.

“now, pop up!” jj calls, and you try to follow his lead, your body moving instinctively. but you stand.

you’re doing it. actually doing it. but then, just as you start to relax into it, the panic creeps back. your balance falters and you crash into the water. the wave tumbles you, pulling you under for a moment, the salty taste of the ocean filling your mouth. you kick hard, pushing off the sandy floor beneath you, and finally, you break the surface, gasping for air.

but you laugh, exhilarated despite the fall. you look around, spotting your board drifting away, being carried by the waves. you quickly start swimming back to shore, your arms working hard as you cut through the water, pushing against the swell.

as you reach the shallow water, your feet touch the sandy bottom. you stand up, shaking the water from your hair and glancing back toward the ocean.

you watch jj ride the wave effortlessly, and it’s like watching someone who was made for the ocean. his movements are fluid, every shift in his weight perfectly timed with the water beneath him.

he balances with ease, his body leaning into the curve of the wave as it carries him toward the shore. his arms are out, steady, and when the wave curls behind him, it frames him like a picture out of some fucking surf documentary.

he makes it look so easy, so natural, that for a second, you’re in awe. you almost wish you’d gotten into surfing sooner. watching jj now, it’s clear why people love this so much. it’s more fun than you expected—and seeing everyone else surf? they look cool as hell.

as jj finally reaches the shore, he makes his way over to you.

“how’d it go?” he asks, clearly not having watched your ride as he was too busy on his own. “d’you kill it or what?”

you laugh, the sound of it light, even if you’re still a little breathless. “uh, maybe not kill it, but i didn’t die either.”

he chuckles, “not dying is good. what do you think? any pointers you need?” you shrug, still processing everything. “just gotta trust the board, i’m tellin’ you. let it carry you.”

he’s calm about it, like it’s no big deal, and you appreciate that. you nod along as he gives you a couple more tips, telling you to keep your knees bent more, keep your eyes up instead of looking at your feet, and just trust your balance. it’s all simple, but it still feels like a lot to take in.

after a few minutes, jj suggests you try another wave, this time pointing out one that’s a little smaller, more manageable. “this one’s good practice,” he says, positioning his board and giving you a nod. “you ready?”

you nod, even though you’re still a bit nervous, but the rush from before is still there, pushing you forward. you paddle out again, following jj’s lead, your arms burning a little more this time. but you push through it, determined.

the wave comes up behind you, and you hear jj’s voice again, steady like it was the first time. “now, paddle! go for it!”

you dig your arms into the water, feeling the swell lift you. the wave catches your board, and this time, when you push up to stand, you do it a little quicker, a little smoother. you feel more stable, more in control, and for a few seconds, you’re actually riding it.

your arms and legs are steady as you balance like you’ve done this a hundred times, like the ocean beneath you isn’t a threat but something familiar. you’re riding the wave, and you’re not just staying afloat—you’re controlling it.

on the sand, john b and pope have just finished their own surf. they catch sight of you effortlessly shredding the waves. the two pause, watching in silence.

“so that’s what sarah was talking about,” pope mutters, a hint of disbelief in his voice. john b nods, his gaze locked on you, clearly impressed.

their eyebrows raise slightly, exchanging glances filled with surprise. a shared smile breaks across their faces, the kind that says they weren’t expecting this. as you ride the wave, they exchange a knowing look and burst into laughter, then take off toward the water, joining you in the surf. they paddle out, eager to catch the next one.

there’s no hesitation, no panic like the first time. it’s like everything you’ve ever seen in the movies or on tv—except now, you're doing it, your feet planted firmly on the board, your body leaning just right to catch the flow of the water beneath you. and for a brief, startling second, you realize you know exactly what to do. your body is leading, following the natural rhythm of the wave, and you don’t even need to think about it.

the thrill hits you all at once, and eventually you dive off the board, the water swallowing you up before you resurface, laughing as the waves crash around you.

you don’t process it fully until you’re off the wave, paddling back toward the others.

you wipe the saltwater from your face and slicking your hair back once you’re back on the sand. your muscles are tired, but you feel exhilarated, like you’ve conquered something.

“that was so good, y/n!” you can hear sarah call from the sand.

“hell yeah!” jj yells, running over with his board tucked under his arm, his hand shooting up in the air. instinctively, you raise your own. jj slaps his palm into yours, their hands squeezing together in that familiar, casual way that silently says ‘good shit.’

he grins, looking back at kie and sarah who were on the sand with you, jj clearly proud. “did you see that?” he says to them, beaming, then turns back to you, “next time, just keep ridin’ til you reach the sand, baby.”

you don’t even catch the flirt at first, it all just feels surreal. as you’re still trying to process everything, kie bends down near the towels, careful not to get any water on them as she wipes her hand dry. she spots your phone lighting up and picks it up, glancing at the screen before calling, “y/n.”

you barely catch it, juggling the phone for a second with your board still tucked under your arm. once it’s in your grip, you wipe your face with the back of your hand, looking down at the screen.

the name flashing on it makes your stomach flip. your heart skips a beat as you stare at his name.

why is rafe calling?

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[goodoldfashionedthoughtcrimes]

When I was about 12 years old I noticed this white stuff in my underwear. It was goopy and creamy but when it dried it became crusty. I had no idea what it was. I hoped that if I ignored it it would go away- it didn’t. Eventually I became worried. I thought that I might be slowly pissing myself, but the texture wasn’t right for that. I considered that I might be intersex, have testes, and that they might somehow be leaking. I wanted to ask someone about it, but because of the inherent shame and tabooness around women’s bodies I was too embarrassed to do so. I figured that even if I did ask someone, they wouldn’t be able to help me. I thought that this white stuff in my underwear was a result of me being a dirty freak.

I felt so much shame around my body. I was terrified of sleepovers or locker rooms or anywhere else where someone might see what’s in my underwear. I carried this shame for almost two years.

Then one day a friend’s mother drove me home from school. This woman kept some kind of puberty pamphlet in the back of the car for us to read. I happened to pick it up and read part of it. The section I read taught me that this “white stuff” in my underwear is called vaginal discharge, it happens to all women, it begins anywhere from a year to a week before your first period, and it’s part of my vagina’s healthy natural functions.

I was so reliveved to know that what I was experiencing was normal, but I was also furious. Less than 50 words could have saved me from years of pain and humiliation. But no one thought to mention it. My school had given us some basic sex ed, but they never covered it. But they did cover wet dreams because obviously that’s more important.

I’ve shared my story with other women and it turns out I’m not the only one that had this issue. Dozens of women got back to me telling me that they had the same experience. One poor girl, she messaged me saying something like, “I know this sounds weird, but thank you for teaching me what discharge is.” She went on to tell me that she was 19 years old and that she had been experiencing it for ~8 years and had no idea what it was until she read my post. As soon as she noticed this white stuff in her underwear for the first time she went straight to her step mother who promptly made fun of her for being a freak. The stop mom took her to the gynecologist but they couldn’t figure out what was “wrong” with her. She had been going to the gynecologist and getting all these unnecessary and invasive exams and tests done. She thanked me for telling her what vaginal discharge was and thanked me for letting her know she’s not alone. I sent her a DM telling and infodumped everything I knew about vaginal discharge.

I couldn’t believe her story. She had been going to licences medical professionals for almost a decade and not one of them could figure out that it was just vaginal discharge.

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When I was ~13 I put my fingers in my vagina and felt something. It felt like a tampon that had been left in there too long. I tried to pull it out but it was stuck. I then tried to scoop it out, feeling around the edges. That’s when I realized that it was attatched to me. It was not a tampon. I was terrified that it might be a tumor. But I was too scared to say anything because of the inherent shame and tabooness surrounding women’s bodies (again) and also because telling someone would mean having to admit that I put my fingers inside of myself.

About a year later I went to the gynecologist for an unrelated reason. I figured that now was the best time to bring it up. The nurse practitioner told me that I would need a pelvic exam to figure out what’s going on. I had been dreading getting a pelvic exam. I had been avoiding them for years because of a bad experience I had as a child. But I was so worried that I had literal cancer that I decided to tough it out. The nurse practitioner poked around for a while and asked if this object I mentioned was shaped like so. I said yes. She informed me that this object inside of my vagina was my cervix.

My fucking cervix! I never would’ve guessed. In the few diagrams of women’s anatomy that I had seen prior, the vagina and cervix look like two distinct organs. It always looked like the vagina ended then the cervix began. I never knew that the cervix poked out into my vagina like that.

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I had such horrible experiences I vowed to prevent as many women as possible from experiencing the same thing. I made a point to tell my sisters everything I knew before it would be too late. I volunteered to teach sex ed at my high school. I share my stories constantly in the hopes that it’ll prevent someone, anyone, from experiencing the same thing. If I can prevent just one woman from feeling the same that I felt, all of my work will have been worth it.

Why is this the norm? Why are so many women unfamiliar with their own bodies? Why is it that what litte sex ed we get focused on men and their bodies? Why did my sex ed covered wet dreams and how to wash your dick, but never once mentioned vaginal discharge?

I used to agree that 7th grade was way too early for sex ed. I now couldn’t disagree more. Many girls at my school began menstruating before those two hours of sex ed we got in 7th grade. Children need to know what’s going to happen to their bodies during puberty before it happens, not after.

My area loves to pride itself on having some of the best sex ed in the country, but we really do have so far to go.

This is why I’m going into sex therapy/research/education/writing. I want to give free speeches at middle and high schools so the students will be prepared. I want to write books. I want to write a book directed at parents on how to talk to their kids about their bodies and sex. I want to write a book directed at children and teens about their bodies. I’m dedicating my life to prevent as many people as possible from experiencing what I did.

[currywaifu]

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[ OLD BLOG NAVIGATION - Writing & Edit Masterlists ] [ GOOGLE DRIVE FOR MY A3! PHONE WALLPAPERS* ] * currently incomplete since i have some more saved on a different laptop, but there should be around 100 there in the drive... so at least more than half of what I've made

Hello! I think it's already obvious I've long quit creating content for this blog. If you're curious about why's and where i am now, as well as what'll happen to this blog feel free to read under the cut. Otherwise, thank you for having followed me 💗

Q: Are you quitting creating content for A3! for good?

A: Most probably. I have plans to edit my older works as I find myself dissatisfied with the writing style, as well as now having a better idea as to how to make my writings more gender neutral and POC inclusive.

I also have some unfinished works I want to finish, although I feel I don’t know these characters as well anymore (specifically if they’ve gone through more character development, knowing a3 they probably have) so I’m delaying due to not wanting them to be OOC

I plan on posting some unposted edits though when I… find where I hid them omg...

Q: Why did you quit creating content for A3!?

A: The number one reason was probably staying away from social media in general? Specifically content creation and posting on social media about it (I was still on SocMed, just not creating anything). I was in a bad place mentally and physically so I distanced myself from fandom and some online friends. I also had to focus on university. 

I won’t go in depth since it’s personal, but old mutuals can feel free to ask through DMs/Discord.

I also just lost interest in A3! in general. It mostly had to do with me starting university (around 2020) and not having the time to read any of the stories or do events, so the less I was caught up the more it discouraged me from playing. Mutuals being less interested in A3! and A3! EN servers being taken down probably contributed.

The last part is just... really being unhappy with the stuff I was putting out, unfortunately :(

If I were to give a TLDR it was a combination of health reasons, school reasons, and dissatisfaction. It feels sad to say this but I’m not very happy with most of my A3! writings.

Q: Are you deactivating your blog?

A: No, she can stay, though I have no plans of logging in anymore unless it’s to post something.

Q: You’re going to edit your older works?

A: Yes, it's my goal. When I have the time + get myself familiarized with the characters again. I look back at my old writings and it hurts a bit to read. So much I could have done better. I wish I did these characters more justice. It sounds like I’m being hard on myself but that’s just how I see it. The more we write, or do things in general, the more likely we are to improve.

I also just feel a lot of regret over how I treated writing. I’m obviously the only one to blame but I should have written things more for myself. I wish I could finish the rest of the requests I had left over even though I know a lot of people probably don’t even care about it anymore, but it sucks how I just up and left honestly.

I’m more likely to edit straight to AO3, though I’ll try to log-in when I can on currywaifu.

Q: Can I use your wallpapers/edits as profile pictures/banners/etc. on (insert social media here)?

A: Yes. You do not need my permission, and feel free to use it even without credit. For the record, I'm very glad that a lot of people still enjoy them. I feel like, same with my writing, my skills with editing have gotten better but I feel a little nostalgic looking at them.

Q: Can I find you on social media elsewhere?

A: You can. You can ask for my Discord if you want. I also have a new Tumblr. If you know, you know. If you can find it, you can find it :) 

Kidding. My new tumblr is @zgvlt. Feel free to bother me there, even if it's just to say hi and not to stick around or anything.

[shiedagabe]

Fortunate Forgetfulness

Credit: Unknown (If you own this GIF please DM me so I can properly credit you)

Genre: Smut

Warning: NSFW / Blood Fetish

Pairing: L!Joker x Reader

Word Count: 1300

Today might've been the slowest day of your life. You sat behind the counter for countless hours waiting for costumers but nothing happened. The only people who actually came in the shop were either men in a rush or elderly people, but you didn't see anyone else. Did I forget something? You asked yourself. And then, when you finally looked outside, you noticed it - a huge fire coming from the hospital. It finally clicked. J went to visit Dent at his lowest point.

You immediately rang your boss but she didn't pick up the phone. You were desperate and anxious. Your foot was tapping rapidly on the floor and you were starting to hyperventilate faster and harder. Each rushing man that passed, ring from the phone and tap on the solid wooden floor left you more and more worried for your own sake. You were sure he was going to kill you. Sooner or later he would find out you weren't there and then you would finally learn the definition of pain. As soon as she picked up the phone with the sweetest "Hello?" you had ever heard you rapidly spewed an incomprehensible word diarrhea that neither her nor you understood. She immediately asked if you were alright to which you replied that you were simply worried sick for your significant other's well-being since he was in the hospital since the fire had started. You asked if you could take the day off so you could see if he was doing alright, to which she replied you should. Without hesitation, you put your apron down and rushed as fast as possible out of that store and immediately ran home. She was the sweetest person you had met and you would've considered her a good friend if not for the fact that you didn't see each other often.

As soon as you were standing in front of door you fumbled around for your keys but you couldn't find them. You must've left them at the store when you were heading home. But that didn't matter now, you weren't turning back. You shamefully knocked on the door and a very angry J answered it.

- You are two hours late. Where were you? - He said while looking directly into your eyes. You could feel your soul had given up and, at this point, was just admiting defeat.

- I was working. I'm sorry I forgot, J. It won't happen again, promise... - You replied in a tired and worn out voice.

- Oh trust me, this won't happen again, I'll make sure of it.

- Wait, what do you me-

Before you could reply you felt something knock you out. It wasn't him, he was completely still, but he wasn't worried about it, either.

You woke up and you were terrified. You were in a completely darkened room with nothing but a spotlight shining on your face. Suddenly, J came out of the shadows. He started walking towards you with a menacing stare. As soon as you tried to move your arm to stop him you noticed you were tied to a big wheel, like a ritualistic carnival.

- W-what're you doing?! - You were so scared you couldn't hear yourself think over the sound of your thumping heart. You know him well enough to understand that he'd be perfectly capable of doing something like this if he ever got uncontrollably mad.

- Welcome, to the wheel of fortune! - He laughed aloud as if he had an audience. - Due to um.. budgetary constraints it only has two sides. You'll have to figure them out on your own. Good luck! ‐ He maniacally cackled with malicious intent.

- No, no, no, wait! - You said before he turned the wheel with his hands. You could feel your blood rushing to your side and you were starting to feel lightheaded and dizzy. You tried to tell him to stop but you couldn't, your body was giving up on you extremely quickly.

As soon as you were about to pass out you felt a sharp knife land next to your head. You were so terrified you couldn't feel your heart pump anymore and you would have certainly reached for your pulse if you weren't tied to the wheel. He put you upright and removed the knife from the side of your head. You swore you thought it ripped out a couple of hairs.

- Congratulations! You're a um.. lucky winner!

- Great, j-just great. - You took a deep breath and calmed yourself down. - What do I get now?

He put the knife up to your cheek and scarred you without saying a word. He slowly started kissing and licking the scar, covering his lips with a delicious shade of red. He was dragging the knife up until he reached your lips. You slowly envelloped your lips and soon both of you had your lips covered in blood. You were simultaneously terrified and excited but you didn't know which one of the two you should feel right now. While you were kissing sensually he decided to move his hands down from your neck and into your tits. He started meticulously rubbing your nipples while he simultaneously grabbed you leg with his other hand. You had practically forgotten what had happened and the best part was yet to come.

He started moving his hand down on your waist, into your other leg and, finally, into your pussy. You weren't particularly wet after what had happened today but he sure was about to make you. While he laggardly rubbed your clit you were softly moaning and biting your lip in unadulterated pleasure. <More.> You whispered. You knew you were desperate and you couldn't stop yourself. You wanted to be his and at this point you would do anything for him. He started to move seductively while fingering you. He was slowly feeling your insides and you were absolutely delighted by it. You told him to stop for a second, muttering something in his ear which he followed to a T. He lowered the wheel and let your legs free by cutting the rope with the knife he was carrying earlier. You immediately wrapped his legs around his waist and were trying to pull him in but he was taking things a bit more slowly. He rubbed the tip of his dick against your wet pussy while laying on top of you. You were slowly kissing each other. However, while he was biting your lip, it started to bleed, so he started licking tenderly. Needless to say, that by itself got you got even more turned on. You scratched his back and pulled him in, biting his neck passionately. He knew this was the time to strike so he stuck his dick in you. That was it, that was when your chips were cashed. You felt nothing but pure ecstasy and you wanted much, much more. He started off slow but he quickly picked up the pace and, coincidentally, so did your breathing. With each thrust your mind was feeling more and more blank with thoughts about him. You could even say you felt overwhelmed now, but at the time you couldn't get enough of it. He grabbed both of your wrists and started thrusting harder. You always enjoyed it when he was serious around you, it left you more and more excited for what was about to come. He was kissing your neck and you were moaning as loud as you could. There were no restraints now, neither physical nor psychological. You freed one of your hands and you started intensely scratching his back again. That was a sure-fire way of showing him that you wanted everything he had to offer and more. And not only did he offer it, he also delivered. He gave everything he had to make you happy in that particular moment, even though he was the one in charge, still. J started to speed up even more even though you thought he was close to exhaustion and he was also starting to grab your hand extremely hard so you knew what was about to come. He was a big man, however, so he was starting to hurt you a little more than you had expected. You slowly pushed him away from you, got on your knees and started blowing him. He pushed your head straight into his base and came all over your mouth. You licked your lips in satisfaction and gave him a quick peck on the lips. You noticed that both of you had equally enjoyed that experience, regardless of that awkward start. And, if you haf to be honest, you'd like to try it again soon.