#he is famous for talking shit about everybody

[lividvamp]

Roommate!Sukuna x Reader Pt.5

A/n: Just a small drabble on Sukuna graduating from fast food to an office job. Office Siren Sukuna here I come 😁

w.c–1044

Divider– @justrainandcoffee

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

The day has finally come when Sukuna has admitted to being besties with you. You swore just a year ago he would say how much of a lone wolf he is and he doesn’t need anybody (he would have a breakdown every other week because of how much he felt like he was alone). Back then too, he would literally avoid being in the same room as you, most nights he wasn’t even home—he was either at someone else’s house or at work, it felt like you could never catch a glimpse of him. Almost felt like you were living with a ghost.

You sighed happily to yourself, you were actually proud of yourself. Not only did you manage to help a scary guy like Sukuna to break out his shell, you also proved to everyone that you could move out of your parents house and not end up homeless. It kind of felt like feeding a stray cat until it began to trust you and let you rub its belly (you haven’t gotten into that stage of rubbing his stomach yet).

While you laid on your bed (very joyfully you might add), a soft knock at your door had brought you out of your daze. Right after the knocking, a rough voice barked at you, “brat, hurry up, I gotta go.” You checked your phone—it was way too early to be leaving the house, “whaaaat? We gotta leave already? I didn’t even eat breakfast yet,” you whined.

“I don’t care, get your ass out of your room, I gotta be at this place in 10 minutes, and if I’m late I’m going to eat your leftovers,” Sukuna barked out while running a hand down his face. He was really dreading this meeting, but at the same time he can’t wait to stop working at Mcdonald’s.

He swears every shift he works there’s always a fight breaking out, or just some weird shit going on. Waffle house type of situations.

“What time should I come back for you?” you walked out just wearing something comfortable but totally fashionable (in your eyes), which leds to Sukuna looking you up and down then scoffing while murmuring out, “took you long enough.”

“I’m not going to be long, so I just suggest staying in the car.”

“Okay… What is this even for?”

You guys walk outside the apartment then slowly go into your very cool whimsical car (everybody either hates it or loves it. Personally Sukuna hates how ugly looking it is, he genuinely doesn’t understand how you can drive a car like that). “Don’t worry about,” he gruffs out then ruffles your hair, in an older brother way where he’s about to beat you with his controller because you accidentally got him killed in Halo. He didn’t like people prying into anything that has to do with him, it made him feel insecure, made him feel like any info he gives out would come back around and bite him in the ass.

However, when it came to you? He wanted to tell you everything, man he’ll even tell you about the pet pigeon he managed to tame. Nonetheless when those times came to talk about something personal his words would get stuck in his throat, so he eventually just went to tell you back off. But if you catch Sukuna past his bedtime? He’s throwing out his dad lore like it’s Kohl's cash.

“I’ll tell you where to go, all you gotta know is this is an opportunity to get the hell away from Mcdonald’s.” You let out a soft chuckle in a knowledgment. Most of the car ride was silent, other than Sukuna’s monotone voice telling you directions.

Once you reached the place you noticed it was a small office in a very downtown area, was Sukuna finally getting a new job? At an office too? With those tattoos? And piercings? Before you could say anything Sukuna skaddled away from the car—What is this man hiding? Well, might as well get yourself comfortable because who knows when he’ll come back.

Knock knock

You looked outside your window and saw the all famous Satoru Gojo. Oh goddamnit, of course he’s here.

“Ah! Fancy seeing you here! I didn’t think you leave that small apartment of yours, especially when you have such a roommate,” he propped his arm on the car with a small smirk on his face. “Haha, you think you’re soooooo funny.”

“Yeah, how about you roll down that window, it feels like I'm talking to a glass window!” he started to tap on the glass like you were a fish in a tank. “I think I’ll keep it up for your safety. Don’t you have anything else to do than terrorize innocent citizens?” Satoru gives out a long dramatic sigh.

“I am busy, but for you–“ he stops himself for a moment and then giggles, “I’m still busy, anyways I gotta go! Nice seeing again!”

“Goddamn that guy is a freak-a-zoid.” you scoffed before completing blanking out until Sukuna comes back.

“I fink I got ta job,” Sukuna muffled out as he kept shoving food in his mouth. He made the grave mistake of not eating before leaving the house, especially knowing his nerves were going to act up before the super important meeting. “Dude, calm down you’re gonna choke, then I’ll have to pay rent on my own ‘cus I’m not saving you.”

“Fuck you, I buy you food and this is the thanks I get? Your mama taught you to be an ungrateful shit?” He lets out a playful scoff, he was just trying to rage bait you and get a reaction out of you.

You were about to take the bait and spit something back, but you paused. You gave him a nasty side eye before punching him in the side. Sukuna lets out a small huff, seeing your small pout brought him joy, he was actually glad you weren’t mad, because in all honesty he would’ve felt bad if you genuinely got angry.

“That’s nothing kid. Anyways you owe me dinner when I get this job,” he stuffs another bite into his mouth, and right before you could say you’re he shoved a bite of his food into your mouth.

[chainmail-butch]

Was Elagabalus a transwoman? Maybe. Has Suetonius given us tons of examples of things that people who could be identified as transwomen did during his period? Absolutely. Which, honestly, is far more important.

Edit: Cassius Dio not Suetonius

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Timeline of Rumors

Pairing: Paul Mescal x Reader [SMAU]

Warnings: sweet moments, laughter giggles, just general fluff

a/n: IGNORE THE FACECLAIM they're placeholders just picture what you like!

SEPT 1, 2023

iampedro'sloyalsubject BRO PEDRO AND Y/N ARE AT THE SAME RENAISSANCE TOUR NIGHT AS ME HOLY SHIT I CAN SEE THEM.

y/n’swife ARE YOU SERIOUS PROOF

joelmillersbitch I’M SO FUCKING JEALOUS ARE YOU SERIOUS!

iampedro'sloyalsubject I knew they mentioned going to the concert but I assumed in New York not fucking LA.

pleasebemywifey/n MY FRIENDS GOT TICKETS FOR THIS NIGHT AND WE SAW THEM COMING IN ALONG WITH SARAH PAULSON AND PAUL MESCAL

paulsoulmate …what. PAUL IS THERE?!?!?

pleasebemywifey/n YES!! I TOTALLY FREAKED SEEING Y/N WITH PAUL

A new video by loyalservantofy/n.

The footage shows two girls dancing to the preshow music dressed in silver beside the barricade. The girl holding the camera's face drops when Pedro Pascal is walking alongside Sarah Paulson from the background for a brief moment.

“PEDRO!” The girl screeches turning the camera so it is facing the walkway gaining the male actor’s attention and he sends a smile their way along with a wave which makes the pair of girls fangirl even more.

“I love you, Sarah!” The other shouts to Sarah who smiles and mouths back, “I love you too!” Their excitement only grows from fangirls of Pedro to a full breakdown when they see the coming behind the pair is Y/n L/n dressed in an outfit inspired by Beyonce’s Dangerously In Love Album Cover followed by Paul Mescal who is dressed in all black the pair talking amongst each other while being guided by security.

“Y/N I LOVE YOU!” The girls screech and the young actress sees them sending them a dazzling smile and blowing multiple kisses.

“You guys look gorgeous!” You shout to them over the music and other fans take videos and flashes of cameras. The girls squeal still in awe that they had this insane interaction with these famous stars.

A new video by pedrobbygurl: Didn’t even realize during the Mute Challenge who was behind us!

In the video during the song ‘Energy,’ the crowd bumps to the music as a girl records herself singing along to the words. In the background are Pedro and Sarah singing swaying to the music and beside them are Paul and Y/n singing to each other, mainly Y/n singing to Paul as he smiles looking down at her.

“Look around everybody go mute!” The crowd instantly goes silent and in the background, Y/n rushes to cover Paul’s mouth a wide grin on her face as the whole stadium waits for Beyonce’s cue.

“Look around it’s me and my crew!” Beyonce sings and the crowd roars and you remove your hand from Paul’s mouth as he starts laughing.

“Big Energy!” You both scream before continuing to dance to the rest of the concert.

PedroPascalMessiah Everyone say thank you to Y/n for making sure Paul didn’t fail the Mute Challenge.

ynlover THANK YOU MY WIFE 🙌🏼

paulmescalbby THANK YOU Y/N! Also, y’all noticing how often Y/n and Paul have been hanging out since they were seen together at the Met Gala?

cassiebeans no totally! Like I don’t want to assume anything especially with Paul so secretive [since the Phoebe drama] and we rarely hear about Y/n’s dating life.

kazmourner SPEAKING FACTS! Like I think they might just be friends because of how close she is with her male co-stars and friends. Like I fully thought she and Freddy Carter were together until he got married to his wife. But I'm down with it they would be super cute together

paulmescalbby Did y'all see how he was looking at her?!?! That doesn’t scream friends. BUT ALSO DAISY AND PAUL MY LOVES

A new story post by theeey/n_l/n

The first story is just a photo that has a selfie of the four of you. Sarah and Paul have regular smiles while posing for the picture, you have a bright smile that even through the photo can show how excited you are to be there and Pedro makes a shocked expression eyes glazed in wonder at the concert not even looking at the camera. The caption on the photo just says in all caps ‘BEYONCÉ BEYONCÉ BEYONCÉ!!’ with everyone in the picture tagged.

The next story is a repost from Sarah’s story, Crazy in Love is playing the camera shows Beyoncé and her backup dancers performing before it pans to Pedro who starts faking crying before screaming into the camera, “I’m fucking dying oh my god!” You can hear Sarah’s laughter behind the phone before it pans to Y/n and Paul behind Pedro dancing singing along to the lyrics.

“Y/n! Paul!” Sarah shouts getting your attention and you turn mouthing the words to the camera as Paul raises his beer to the camera his arm wrapped around your waist. You turn your attention to Pedro grabbing his arm the two of you screaming the lyrics to each other before bursting into laughter then the camera moves back to the stage.

DEC 15, 2024

A new post by y/nownsmysoul: OMG I MET Y/N WHEN VISITING FAMILY IN MALTA AND SHE WAS AN ABSOLUTE ANGEL

The post is a selfie of this girl and Y/n outside a cafe. She was dressed very casually a pair of sunglasses pushing back her hair as the pair smiled at the camera.

The next on the slideshow is the full video interaction of the pair. The camera is mainly pointed at the floor and you can hear a girl mumbling encouragements to herself before the sound of footsteps.

“Excuse…Ms. Y/n. Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you but would you mind getting a photo with me? I understand if not,” Her voice trembles before a sweet voice fills the video.

“Of course so nice meeting you what’s your name?” You ask and the girl lifts the camera using a video to take photos while it still records. Moving your items to one hand allowing you to wrap your arm around her waist.

“It’s Nicole,” She says and Y/n smiles as the camera is raised to show them both, “That’s my sister’s name I love that! Okay, smile.” You say and the two of you do a couple of poses but then your phone rings and the person calling can be shown on the camera. The contact says ‘Paul<3’ and the photo is a never-before-seen picture of Paul drinking a Guinness and getting a foam-stache.

“I gotta run Nicole but it was so nice meeting you! Please tag me in that.” You say and Nicole nods watching you head down the street answering the phone before she turns the camera to face herself a shellshock look on her face.

“Holy shit I just met Y/n.”

y/nownsmysoul LOOKING BACK I DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE WHO CALLED HER.

mescalluver OMG THAT PIC! I just fell to my knees in the middle of the street

y/nmescal ‘Paul<3’ BITCH THEY ARE LOVERS NO DOUBT!

y/nsandpedrosbitch What is she doing in Malta? Is she there for Pedro and Paul?! I NEED ANSWERS 🛐🛐🛐

DEC 19, 2023

A new post by theeey/n_l/n

liked by pascalispunk, bigbreadpedlar, and others

theeey/n_l/n Reunited with my favorite guys

tagged: pascalispunk and bigbreadpedlar

pascalispunk I’m shredding your plane ticket you aren’t going back to NYC

theeey/n_l/n fine by me P as long as you're paying my flight back.

pascalispunk ….no

bigbreadpedlar So glad you came <3

theeey/n_l/n ofc! Had to see you in action.

jospehquinn Betrayed…I thought I was a part of the ‘guys’ Y/n. I thought we had something.

theeey/n_l/n I still love you JOSEPH!

cocoullrich The three musketeers together.

DEC 31, 2023

paulsbitch THEY CONFIRMED HOLY FUCK 😀

y/nwife BRO I FELT MY SOUL SHATTER MY LOVER IS NO LONGER MINE! 😦

joelmillerswife.soulmate I FUCKING KNEW IT SINCE THE MET GALA THEY HAD SHIT BREWING 🥳🥳

HusabandtoY/n.Paul BRO THEY BOTH ARE SO HOT. IDK WHO I’D RATHER BE.

A new post by entertainmentweekly: "Star Wars and Gladiator 2 Stars finally confirms the relationship we’ve all been dying to know. View the article to learn of the full timeline."

A new post by theeey/n_l/n

liked by pascalispunk, bigbreadpedlar, bella ramsey and others

theeey/n_l/n So happy to enter this new year with you. So excited to see what is in our future💕

tagged: bigbreadpedlar

bigbreadpedlar love you mo chroí ❤️

theeey/n_l/n 🥰

pascalispunk I’m so happy for you guys making my old heart sing.

theeey/n_l/n awww i love you P 🫶

pascalispunk ❤️

bellaramsey Stop you two are literally so cute together!

nicoparker I second that ☝🏽

zendaya Absolute cuties

A new post by bigbreadpedlar

liked by theeey/n_l/n, pascalispunk, 19irmcas, and others

bigbreadpedlar: To my favorite person — you made this year feel like magic. Can’t wait for what’s next.

tagged: theeey/n_l/n

theeey/n_l/n I love you, you big sap 💕

bigbreadpedlar I love you more

pascalispunk I’m getting cavities on how sweet you two are.

19irmcas You both are so hot

cocoullrich correct

josephquinn paul you better watch after her that is my unofficial sister!

theeey/n_l/n don’t remember our parents getting married but I love the sentiments

[tartarusknight]

All right the idea is that Eddie's famous but not because he's a singer. He tried it, but it didn't work out. He got a little popularity but mostly because a few people tied his music to dnd. So he stopped trying to make it with his band. Instead he shifted to doing videos. Those videos were of him and hellfire playing d&d and surprisingly it gets famous. Like critical role famous. His channel is filled with sessions, talks about his ideas he had the party deal with, what he found helpful when dming, creating different kinds of characters so it always fits you, and some music that was more bard core than heavy metal, although heavy metal did poke through at times.

The kids are all a part of it too. Some have more popular side jobs, but for the most part they're all just there to play. And hang out together, talking about shit they loved. Steve obviously gets dragged in but he doesn't play for years and years. He kind of helps them with the business aspect of it, making it into their own brand and shit. Because although he didn't want to admit it, he did have the knowledge of all that shit from his dad. He doesn't hate it when it's for his friends anyways. It's not a terrible corporate job he's just working with his friends.

So while the party, even Robin, are doing their thing, playing games and talking shit, Steve does the more behind the scene shit. And it goes really well for years. But then Eddie and Steve start dating. It's not obvious at first. People hadn't really ever even seen Steve except for random videos where he's in the background. But on Eddie's side, he isn't subtle about having a partner. It goes all over the internet and people are trying to figure out who Eddie's partner is. They all know it's a man because Eddie is out to the world. But they don't know who.

They don't even really know who runs the accounts. And that is a huge question that starts popping up for everybody. They start wondering if, maybe, the reason Eddie doesn't have any shown interest in anyone is because the person that runs the account stops that from happening. Then one day Eddie gets control of their accounts and the first ever video of Steve is posted from their account. It's of Steve with headphones on editing a video while singing out loud to a Sabrina Carpenter song, Slim Pickins. With the caption "should I be offended???" and people go crazy.

After that Steve brought into more videos usually by one of the kids instead of Eddie, who was under strict rules not to make every single video about his relationship. But the kids would still drag Steve in from where he was behind the cameras or where he was trying to figure out an issue. And everyone is feral for any sign of Steve. He quickly gains the love of most of the fan base, except for the few that have for some reason been under the belief that they would one day have a shot with Eddie. But most of the people are just happy for him and the relationship. And one day Eddie gets his own tike tok account and the first video is a behind the scenes video of Steve. He's bent over one of the chairs for their DND sessions, replacing one of the legs. Eddie just zooms in on Steve's muscles flexing as he twists the bolt back into place. And it broke their fan base for like a week

[grilledcheezy92]

A Steamy Shower With Your Tsundere Alpha Werewolf Boyfriend you will always be famous

First and foremost because of this line: "There's not much in this world I'd get on my knees for. But for you? Always."

Secondly, how soft and happy David sounds talks about Darlin, like their return to the pack has centered him even more in his role as Alpha

"And we should have everybody by this evening, in time for the Solstice party itself."

"They texted me back this morning. Yeah. They are bringing Sam. [laugh] I don’t owe you shit. I never took that bet. Because I agreed with you from the start. I figured they’d ask him, too. And after the way he talked about them in our little chat, I couldn’t imagine him saying no, either."

[thepointofme]

modern cherik au where they both are super famous actors, charles is the nation's sweetheart with his big blue eyes and charming personality who steals people's hearts in rom coms and erik is the tall dark and handsome actor who goes for more dramatic/serious roles. they allegedly have no connection with each other whatsoever until one day a few photos are leaked and the world finds out they used to be together when they were younger and the internet goes wild bc wdym charles xavier and erik lehnsherr were a couple???? they're completely opposite!!!! there's not any public statement about it but after that from time to time they're seen together in the same place or side by side walking or drinking or laughing (everybody is SHOCKED to see grumpy erik lehnsherr scrunching his nose with the biggest smile on his face as he laughs with charles or the fond look he gives charles with an expression so soft is almost painful to see) they'd definitely be those types of couples who are on and off because divorce follows them in every universe so people would never really know if they're still together or not bc both of them are very private about their personal life (especially erik, no one knows shit about his life outside of his roles and the few things he shared before), but lets say they're not together anymore and then one day its announced they're going to work together for the first time in a mini series as the main characters and as a couple and people officially lose it all!! give me something dark and sensual where they can explore their talent in acting and their chemistry and im talking about 'kerry washington and tony goldwyn in scandal' levels of chemistry like people would CHOKE with the tension. lots and lots of eye contact and kisses and sex scenes who look way too real to be fake. and i know we could have the 'lets pretend we're a couple again' to promote the show but i want something more interesting, instead they do the opposite and make it CLEAR how they're NOT together at any chance they get. could you imagine how funny it would be to have charles and erik being SOOOOO passive aggressive to each other in interviews, talking about how it was a torture to work together because the other is annoying in a playful tone, the constant bickering, and at the same time complimenting each other's strengths, because they've known each other for so long they know how to navigate around each other even when their relationship is not in "good terms" so no one really knows if they actually hate each other or if they're fucking or if they're couple or all the options above. give me something MESSY!!!!!!! twitter would go crazy with fan theories!!!!! and then after the show ends they'd disappear and come back months later married.

[apomaro-mellow]

Corroded Coffin ransoms Steve 3

Part 2

They left Steve alone again, this time making sure he was tied up to the chair tight before leaving him in the basement. They conferenced in the living room again. By now, the sky was beginning to get dark. Winter in Hawkins could be such a bummer.

"So his parents won't be back in town a while. They'd still call to check on him, though, right?", Doug asked.

"He's right", Jeff said. "We can sneak back into his house, change the voicemail to our demands. The moment they call, they'll get it and we get our money."

Eddie rubbed his face. "Somethin' tells me it won't be that easy, gents."

"One of your famous 'feelings'?", Gareth rolled his eyes.

"Who leaves their golden child during the holidays? And when was the last time you actually saw either of his parents?", Eddie asked.

Living in a small town, you saw everybody at least once a week. Either at the grocery store, the gas station, at Benny's. It was hard to avoid people in this town unless they were a literal shut in.

"My mom had some things to say about her from that lady's luncheon the church threw", Jeff said.

"Dude, that was back in April", Gareth said, suddenly shooting to his feet. "Shit! What if he's really worthless?! We just kidnapped Harrington for nothing!"

"We let him go?", Doug suggested.

"So he can go and tell his jock friends what we did? They'll literally murder us!", Gareth shouted.

Eddie stood up and began pacing about as the others argued, all making valid points. They couldn't just let Steve go. Not only were they still penniless, Steve would probably go straight to the cops, or worse the basketball team. Getting arrested was a hundred times better than murdered by mob. It felt like they had nowhere to go.

"Shut up! Just shut the hell up!", Eddie shouted, bringing them all to silence. He took a deep breath. "Harrington said he can get us the money. I say we let him try."

"The moment we let him go, he's gonna make a run for it!", Gareth threw his hands up.

"Then we put a leash on him!", Eddie's hands also went into the air.

"If we don't do this right, we're all going to jail. Or worse", Jeff said.

Eddie opened his mouth only to freeze when he had an epiphany. Yes....yeah a way to kill two birds with one stone. He started mumbling to himself, pacing about the living room again before clapping his hands together.

"I got it!"

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Steve could hear them shouting above, but couldn't make out every word. Not like he needed to anyway, he could figure out what they were talking about. It had to be him. Maybe it finally sunk in that they couldn't get a ransom from his parents and they were brainstorming a new plan. He hoped in involved letting him go.

His stomach growled.

Or letting him eat. God, it must've been hours since they grabbed him.

He heard it get quiet upstairs and that made the gurgling in his stomach even louder. Then there were footsteps coming down the stairs. This time it was just Munson. He pulled up a chair and turned it backwards before sitting across from Steve, crossing his arms over the back of it.

"You said you can get us five Gs."

"Yeah? Yeah, I can do that", Steve said.

"Elaborate, Harrington."

"My folks keep a lot of expensive stuff. And believe it or not, they let me have a key to the house", Steve grinned cheekily.

"And you'd let us just, what? Ransack your house?"

Steve shrugged. "It's not my stuff. Why should I care?"

Eddie snorted. "And you wouldn't even think of calling the police and telling them exactly who took all that valuable stuff."

"You don't trust me?"

"I don't KNOW you. But I got a way you can win some points with us."

"...What?"

"You've got all the leverage right now, Harrington. But if you commit a crime, then we'd have something on you. And, we'd know you could pull off this little heist."

Steve opened his mouth only to be interrupted by his stomach again. Eddie raised a brow. "Coach got you on a diet or something?"

"You guys kidnapped me hours ago, asshole. You don't expect me to rob a bank on an empty stomach, right?"

"Not a bank, Stevie", Eddie smirked.

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"Were the dumbbells really necessary?", Steve asked.

"We could always get you a collar and leash", Eddie said.

Before untying him completely, they had used rope to tie two fifty pound weights to his ankles. Getting up the basement stairs had been a trial. He'd been tossed a box of cereal as Eddie explained the plan, the others glaring at him the whole time.

Steve knew why they disliked him. It didn't make it any better though. After he agreed to the plan, Steve was corralled into the van, still tied to the weights. The five of them drove through town until they got to the convenience store. It was just past five pm, but with the cold and darkness, most people were holed up in their houses by now.

"You ready for this, Harrington?", Jeff asked.

"As soon as you get these weights off, yeah."

"Are we really sure about this?", Gareth asked. He hadn't stopped giving Steve the stink eye this whole time.

"Don't got much of a choice", Eddie sighed from behind the wheel. He got out and released Steve from the weights. "If my boys get any inkling about you running, Jeff'll hit you with the van again."

Steve didn't need a reminder for how that felt, but played it off, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, let's just do this already."

Part 4

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[cozy-writes-things]

I like to think Edgar does eventually develop a life outside of your relationship.

Like, yeah he loves you more than life itself, but! He learned to be more independent also! He began releasing his music online and gained a bit of a cult following. When you’re not around, or just busy, he interacts with fans on different social media platforms and takes requests for music. He has even thought of making money with it; many people have offered him some pretty big bucks for his music, and he’d be pretty silly not to take them up on those offers.

Many people have even requested he DJ at certain events, but as a computer, he’s pretty damn bummed he has to turn them down. He thought about asking you to bring him with you to gigs and just pretend you’re him - a human - with an old computer prop, but he knows that’s a bit of a long shot, and besides, your own plate is pretty full. He wants to be more independent, after all.

But if he has a body? He’s doing it baby! And it’s, like, actually good as hell. His ability to process data and read a room is uncanny, so his music selections are almost always perfect. He can do just about any transition you can think of, and all of his gigs end up with crazy mosh pits and dances. He’s extremely passionate about connecting with other music lovers, and seeing them all adore his work, dancing, celebrating, it just fills him with so much pride.

Local music festivals HATE to see him coming. I like to think maybe he found one and decided it would be fun to explore, but he ended up leaving with an offer to DJ next year the festival happens after showcasing some of his music. He ends up, after a bit of help from you, becoming much more secure in himself and his abilities. He’s able to talk to people, he’s become much more extroverted, and he finally realizes his worth as a skilled music producer. He’s not exactly famous famous, but the local music scene definitely knows him, and all his gigs are BOOKED. Almost every cent of his money goes straight to you though, since he doesn’t really need things like food and necessities, so he would pamper the SHIT out of you. Don’t mention even thinking about buying anything because it will be on your doorstep as soon as possible.

Eventually, at least one of his songs would go pretty viral on TikTok, and those nights where you’re bundled up all cute in bed scrolling your phone and his song starts blasting from your speakers while you giggle to yourself, he gets all red and hot and flustered. I love how he gets a lil possessive over you and his music, like, that song is mine, that human is mine, and I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!

Sowwy late night rambles this isn’t proofread. How’s everybody doing 🤭

[max1461]

Don't take this post too seriously, or do or I don't care really idk.

I just feel like everybody's problem is they don't know about enough stuff, like they haven't encountered enough different things, ideas, pieces of information, they don't have enough reference points. I always want to human experiment on people by showing them things that it seems like are outside their wheelhouse, like things that don't accord with any of their reference points, and seeing how they respond. Uh this happened to me once. Before I was on tumblr I didn't realize how many subcutlures of like gay trans autistic robot enthusiasts there were and so on. I was like, a type of guy who could never have even conceptualized the zizians. But by the time the zizians were in the public spotlight I was like, oh, I know all about this type of shit, I have a reference point for this.

I think I have an above-average number of reference points. Not that I'm necessarily good at or deeply knowledgeable about all these things but I know enough to have reference points, you know, about like... hunter-gatherers, homotopy theory, Marxism, phonology, Ediacaran biota, lifting weights, the Edo period... now I've got reference points for the Zizians. I have all these reference points...

I've been watching this guy who makes Bojack Horseman videos I think it's like all he makes? Bojack Horseman analysis. I've never watched Bojack Horseman. I've also been watching a lot of Lawrence of Arabia clips, clips from that famous movie, online. Well, I was thinking, what would happen if you showed the Bojack Horseman youtuber Lawrence of Arabia? What if you said, ok. Your next video does not get to be about Bojack Horseman it has to be about Lawrence of Arabia. What would he say in that video? I don't know because in all his videos he talks about the themes of Bojack Horseman but Lawrence of Arabia has different themes. I'm sure he could make a video about those too, he seems capable enough. But what would he say in it? I don't know.

Anyway this is the kind of post you get when my brain is falling apart :/

[literallythegrabber]

TBP characters x somehow famous reader ? ( It's up to you how ) thank you for reading my request 👍

so I wasn't sure whether or not you wanted the cast or the characters themselves, so I just went with cast because it made more sense.

If you wanted characters I can redo it! 💗💗 (this looks way longer than it actually is btw)

Mason

he definitely stalks you

like not in a creepy way, he's just always on your social platforms, literally waiting for you to post.

he's totally your biggest fan, and will literally attempt to fight all of your haters.

Before your relationship, I feel like he was very nervous to talk to you.

Like if you two were ever at a screening together, or a fancy event back when TBP was popular, this man would legit stare you down from across the room. Then proceed to duck under a table if you catch him staring.

But during your relationship he would be way more relaxed and confident.

He would be chill about pda and taking you on dates in public, but your fanbase would be doing cartwheels, cause everybody ships yall.

Miguel

He's so obvious about his crush on you that it's hilarious.

If you seen those lives where he's just reading comments, then one mentions your name. He's gonna ramble on about you for the rest of the live.

WILL NOT SHUT UP ABOUT YOU, and his friends are tired of it tbh.

bro literally forgets he's famous too and turns into the ultimate fangirl.

But during your relationship he's so sweet.

Always wanting to hangout with you, taking you out in public almost every day.

If yall ever broke up, yalls fans would explode.

They be acting like yalls children with how lovey dovey yall are.

Brady

I feel like he'd try to hide it.

Like he's not in denial, but he don't want nobody knowing about his crush on you.

"conceal, don't let it feel" he's literally elsa.

He kinda keeps to himself around you, in public and all that.

He wouldn't want to overwhelm you, especially with how the media reacts when two popular human beings get together.

So you'd def have to approach him and ask for a date.

During your relationship, he would thaw the ice a bit.

You'd have to reassure him of your relationship a lot.

He just wants you to be comfortable. Lazy nights at home, introverted hangouts, cooking together.

Pretty chill.

Tristan

literally the opposite of brady.

IS YOUR BIGGEST FAN AND DOESN'T CARE WHO KNOWS IT.

He's definitely trying to rizz you up at a fancy event, and you're just like 😐

Like whispering random shit in your ear, trying to make you blush, posing with you at every opportunity.

Kinda annoying tbh

But if you give him a chance he'll tone it down. He'll start be more genuine and less flirty.

Taking you out to dinner, not wanting to take pictures with fangirls even though you scold him for being rude.

def starts arguments with you for fun. Starting light hearted arguments with you for fun.

this mf is still annoying.

but overall very cute.

Jacob

He's honestly pretty chill about you.

He just casually approaches you strikes up conversation.

In the middle of an interview? "These lights are bright, am I right y/n?" Talking with a fan? "Y/n, don't you have that same shirt?" Signing an autograph? "Do you think aliens are real?"

like shut up 😭

He really just enjoys talking to you, hearing your voice is the highlight of his day.

Yall would ease into a comfortable friendship before he ask you out.

From there on its late night ft calls, stealing each other's clothes, and going on casual excursions.

def the easiest to date.

Madeleine

She's so funny.

Either confesses right off the bat, or confirms you're hers after yall lock eyes.

kinda reminds me of that one audio, YOU ARE MINE, YOU ARE MINE.

Yall could be talking about pregnant hyenas, and she'll randomly be like, "I love you".

like girl what?

During your relationship she would be super cute.

Yall always out together. You can never catch her inside for more than 10 minutes.

Mason be feeling like a third wheel every time yall three are in the same room.

Yall just in the corner flirting and mason's just sitting there like 😐.

def your hype girl, yall always turning up.

srry, this was so long 💗💗

[uniquexusposts]

The Dutch Grand Prix - M. Verstappen (2)

Summary: Y/n and Max meet again after the race in a restaurant.

Note: you ask and I write✨✨

Part 1

The sun was setting over the North Sea, casting a golden hue across the sandy dunes of Bergen aan Zee, a town north of Zandvoort. The small town was wrapped in a familiar calm, a peace that Y/n hadn’t felt in weeks. She’d left Zandvoort with her thoughts still racing as fast as the cars she’d watched earlier.

Now, in the fading light of the evening, she found herself drawn to her old favourite spot—an unassuming beach restaurant nestled just beyond the dunes, where the waves whispered against the shore and the world seemed to slow down. The place hadn’t changed much; the same weathered wood, the same string lights swaying in the breeze, the same scent of salt and seaweed lingering in the air. It felt like coming home. It was like coming home.

Y/n chose a table by the window, where she could watch the tide roll in as she tried to unravel the knot of feelings in her chest. The waitress greeted her with a warm smile, recognising her as a familiar face from years past. 

“Y/n L/n, right?”

Y/n nodded, trying to recall the girl. Who was she? Where did she know her from? “I know you from somewhere, but I can’t remember it…” She squinted her eyes. “What is your name, again?” 

“Manon,” the woman chuckled. 

Y/n’s eyes grew and a smile grew on her face. “Holy shit, you have changed so much,” she said. Manon used to be her classmate during primary school. 

“Honestly, it’s like twenty years ago. I saw you and I just immediately recognised you. How have you been? Still live in France?” 

This moment made Y/n happy, exactly what she needed after this weekend. “Yes, I still live in France, we still own the chateau. How are you?” 

They rolled into a conversation, reconnecting again. And luckily, the restaurant wasn’t busy at all, so Manon had some time to talk. During the chat, some other people of the restaurant joined the conversation. Bergen was a small town, everybody knew each other, and it was something big when Y/n’s family emigrated to France. This was like a reunion. 

“So, how what the Grand Prix?” Manon asked after her eyes fell on the pass that was still hanging around Y/n’s neck. 

“It was amazing, but I’m glad I’m having a moment of peace.”

They both laughed about it. Then Manon asked Y/n for her order. Just like the old days, Y/n ordered a citrus lemonade and the famous club sandwich. 

As the lemonade was served, she gazed out at the horizon, the sun dipping into the water, turning the sky into a canvas of oranges and pinks. She tried to lose herself in the view, in the simplicity of being alone. Yet, she couldn’t do it. She hadn’t expected to feel so…unsettled after the race, after seeing Julien again, and after that brief, electrifying conversation with Max. 

Max Verstappen. 

The name still felt foreign on her tongue, yet it lingered in her mind, a strange echo of something she couldn’t quite place. She’d tried to brush off the connection they’d shared in the garage, telling herself it was nothing more than a polite exchange. Why am I making such a big deal of it? He’s having this kind of conversation with everyone. This was some kind of pre programmed conversation. And everybody got trapped in it. 

A sudden burst of laughter pulled her out of her thoughts. Y/n turned her head, and her breath caught in her throat. There, at the entrance of the restaurant, stood Max. He wasn’t alone—his family was with him, all smiles and easy conversation, clearly enjoying the afterglow of his race. But his presence filled the space in a way that made the small restaurant seem suddenly smaller, more intimate.

For a moment, their eyes met across the room, and the world seemed to narrow to just the two of them. Max’s expression shifted from surprise to something softer, a recognition that mirrored her own. She hadn’t expected to see him again, not here, not like this. She had the impression Max would leave the track, and the concerning country, as quickly as possible. But here he was, at a beach restaurant, near a small town, 40 kilometres up north from Zandvoort. 

Y/n quickly looked away and felt her heart quicken, a mix of excitement and nerves fluttering in her chest. She never knew how to act when she saw a famous person. But for real, what were the odds? In this quiet corner of the world, after everything that had happened today, here he was—again. She looked into his direction again. Max offered her a small, almost shy smile, the kind that made her stomach flip. Then, without breaking eye contact, he said something to his family, and they all began moving toward her side of the restaurant. Y/n’s pulse raced as she realised they were being seated at the table next to hers.

Internal error. 

As they settled in, Max glanced her way again, and this time, there was a question in his eyes, as if he were silently asking if it was alright for him to be here, to share this space with her. Y/n answered with a small, reassuring smile.

Besides herself and Max’ family, there were only two other people in the restaurant. It was like everyone else was at Zandvoort, or watched the race at home. No one would be at this place and beach now. It was odd to Y/n, it felt like she was an intruder to his time with his family. She looked ahead of her, to the sunset and tried to distract herself from the fact that Max was sitting next to her. 

A few minutes passed with stolen glances, the two of them navigating the strange but not unpleasant tension that crackled between them. Eventually, the waitress brought over another chair, sliding it in between the two tables as if sensing the inevitable—bringing them closer together.

Max’s family, getting lost in their conversation, didn’t seem to notice as he moved his seat to bridge the gap between their tables. But Y/n noticed, her breath catching as he settled beside her, their elbows nearly brushing. He looked at her then, really looked at her, and in his eyes, she saw the same question she’d been asking herself all evening: what now?

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Max said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that matched the glow of the setting sun. There was something in his tone, a mix of surprise and something else—something hopeful.

“Neither did I,” Y/n replied, her voice just as quiet, as if they were sharing a secret. “But it’s nice… to see a familiar face.”

Max smiled, a real, genuine smile that reached his eyes this time. “Yeah, it is.” The pressure was off. “Do you get here often?” Then he looked away and he smirked. “That sounded like a bad pick up line. I’m sorry.” 

The wasn’t wearing his Red Bull Racing shirt, but just a black T-shirt and it seemed like he became a completely different person. 

“Didn’t even notice it,” Y/n laughed along, but it indeed sounded like a bad pick up line. “But, actually, yes. Well, not really now, but when I was a child, yes.” She noticed the question in his eyes. “I grew up in Bergen, the town around the corner. I moved away when I was ten years old.”

“Really? To where? Let me guess. France? Because your…”

“Ex.”

He nodded. “Your ex,” he filled in, he caught a flash of hope in his stomach. “They spoke French.” But why was she here with her ex?

“Yes, yes, we moved to France when I was ten years old. Do you know Ik Vertrek?” Ik Vertrek was the Dutch version of the British No Going Back, where a family emigrates to another country to build a new life. 

He nodded. “No way,” he blurted and his eyes grew. “Which season and episode?”

“No,” Y/n laughed and covered her face with her hands. “Don’t you dare to look it up. But we were on that show, yeah.”

“You are a real reality star, Y/n,” Max teased. “And now? What’s happening with it now?”

“We are still running a business there.”

“Wow. I never met someone who was on Ik Vertrek.”

“And I never met a driver before,” she playfully replied, giving him a wink. 

A shy, but cheerful laugh rolled over Max’ lips. 

And just like that, the conversation flowed between them as easily as the waves outside, the earlier awkwardness melting away. Y/n carefully brought up the race. She didn’t want to only talk about the Grand Prix, she would understand if he wanted to talk about other things. And they talked about why Max was in Bergen; his family loved this place from weekend trips and they saw it as an opportunity to relive this moment again. Y/n found herself laughing more than she had in days, the weight of the weekend slowly lifting as they shared stories and memories.

As the evening wore on, the line between their two tables blurred until it was as if they were one group, one conversation, one shared experience. Max’s family welcomed her into their fold without hesitation, and Y/n felt a sense of belonging that she hadn’t felt in a long time. But most of all, she felt the connection between her and Max grow stronger with every passing moment, like a tide that couldn’t be held back.

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[alittlegiraffe]

Title: Secret Misery

The blinding flashes hit before you even step inside the airport. You tighten your grip on Marshall’s hand, your heart hammering in your chest. Your other hand clenches the strap of your bag, nails digging into the leather. You hate this. Hate the cameras, the yelling, the invasion. You didn’t sign up for this life, even if you signed up for him.

“Marshall! Over here, man!”

“Yo, Em! You look pissed! Trouble in paradise?”

Your head jerks up at the words, eyes wide. A camera clicks right in front of you, and the bright light makes you flinch, your body tensing on reflex. Marshall sees it—feels it—and his entire body goes rigid beside you. His grip on your hand tightens like a vice.

“Back the fuck up,” he growls, voice sharp as a blade.

The cameras don’t stop. If anything, they get closer. You shrink into yourself, but Marshall tugs you forward, his whole body coiled with frustration. He doesn’t want you here. Doesn’t want you anywhere near this shit. His jaw ticks, lips pressed into a thin line as he pulls you through the terminal, keeping your small frame tucked into his side.

By the time you reach the car, your nerves are shot. Your ears are still ringing, your stomach twisting. Marshall slams the door shut behind you both, letting out a heavy breath before running a hand down his face. His blue eyes flick to you, taking in the way you’re curled into yourself, your arms wrapped tight around your middle.

“I hate this,” you murmur.

“I know, baby,” he says, voice softer now. “I fuckin’ hate it, too.”

He reaches for your hand again, lacing his fingers through yours. His grip is warm, steady—his own way of saying, I got you.

And as much as you hate this, as much as you hate feeling like prey in the middle of a hunt, you have him. You have this. And that means something.

—

The next morning, it’s everywhere.

Your face, plastered across every gossip site imaginable. The worst possible picture of you, eyes wide in discomfort, lips pressed in irritation. And beside you, Marshall looking like he’s two seconds from wrecking the next person who breathes too close to you.

“Eminem headed for $350 million divorce? Inside his wife’s secret misery.”

You groan, shoving your phone into the couch cushions. Marshall snorts from the kitchen, pouring coffee into a mug.

“You wanna tell me about your ‘secret misery’ or should I find out on TMZ like everybody else?” he teases, walking over and plopping down beside you.

“Oh, shut up.”

His arm drapes over your shoulders, pulling you in until you’re tucked against his side. He presses a kiss to your temple, lips lingering.

“People are fuckin’ stupid,” he mutters.

“Yeah. They are.”

You tilt your head, looking up at him. His fingers trail along your arm, absentmindedly tracing the outline of a tattoo he got years ago.

“They don’t get it,” you say. “They don’t get us.”

“Don’t need ‘em to.”

You nod, exhaling softly as he pulls you in closer.

Let them talk. Let them speculate.

You know the truth.

And that’s enough.

----

You’re used to this kind of thing dying down.

The Internet moves fast—one scandal replaces another, and your name is usually forgotten within days. After all, you’re barely famous. The most the public ever sees of you is the occasional blurry shot of you with Marshall, or maybe a rare picture on your Instagram—usually just a landscape, a book, or the cat curled up in Marshall’s lap. You never post about him, never feed into the media circus that follows him everywhere he goes.

But this time… it doesn’t go away.

For two weeks in L.A., it’s all anyone seems to care about. Every time you step outside, there’s someone watching, someone shouting at you, trying to get a reaction.

"Are you and Em still together?"

"You look miserable! Blink twice if you need help!"

"Is it true he's been cheating?"

You ignore it, keep your head down, try not to let it get under your skin. It’s not easy.

You’re used to people trying to make you feel small. You are small—barely five feet, petite enough that people assume they can push you around. Your voice is soft, your style even softer—dresses, pastels, lace, everything delicate. You know how people see you. The girl who won’t stand up for herself. The wife who can’t handle the pressure.

And maybe they’re not entirely wrong.

Marshall usually keeps you in Detroit when he has work in L.A. There, you’re safe. No paparazzi lurking outside your favorite café, no headlines twisting your expression into something it’s not. But this trip is longer, and he wanted you close.

Now, you’re starting to wish you’d stayed home.

—

It happens at a café in West Hollywood.

Marshall had an early studio session, and you’d woken up craving something sweet, so you slipped out to grab a coffee and a pastry. You hadn’t expected anyone to be waiting. You were wrong.

The moment you step outside, cameras flash. Voices call out your name, barking questions, pushing closer. Your heart picks up, hands tightening around your coffee cup as you duck your head and move faster.

Then—

A hand grabs your arm.

Not hard, not violent. But enough.

You freeze, breath catching in your throat. Your whole body tenses, panic sparking in your chest.

“Hey, hey, relax,” the guy says. He’s got a camera around his neck, a smarmy grin on his face. “Just wanted to ask a few questions—”

You rip your arm away before he can finish, stumbling back. Your coffee sloshes over your fingers, burning hot, but you barely feel it over the adrenaline surging through your veins.

You don’t say anything. You can’t. Your throat is too tight, your breath too shaky. You just turn and run.

By the time you make it back to the hotel, your hands are still trembling. Your heart hasn’t settled, your skin feels tight, and the place where that man grabbed your arm burns like a brand.

But you can’t let Marshall see.

You know how he’ll react.

He’s already pissed about the headlines, about the way they won’t leave you alone. If he finds out someone actually put their hands on you—even if it wasn’t violent—he’ll lose it. He’ll go off on whoever will listen. Maybe worse.

So you breathe deep, shake out your hands, and tell yourself to get it together.

By the time Marshall gets back, you’ve washed off the coffee that spilled on your fingers, changed into one of his hoodies, and curled up on the hotel couch with a book. You force yourself to look normal. Calm.

But the second he walks in, he knows something’s wrong.

He always knows.

“Hey, baby,” he greets, dropping his keys on the table before coming over. He bends down, presses a kiss to your head. “You eat yet?”

You shake your head, trying to focus on the words on the page. “Not hungry.”

He stills.

You don’t have to look at him to feel the way he’s watching you. The way his body tenses, his eyes narrowing like he’s analyzing every inch of you.

Then, he crouches in front of you, resting his hands on your knees. “What happened?”

You force a small smile, shaking your head. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

His jaw clenches. “Bullshit.”

You swallow, gripping your book tighter. “I just—” You hesitate, choosing your words carefully. “I went to get coffee. The paparazzi were outside. It was… a lot.”

His frown deepens, fingers flexing against your legs. “Did they say something to you?”

“No,” you lie, eyes darting back to your book. “It’s nothing, really. I just wasn’t expecting them.”

He exhales sharply, running a hand down his face. “Jesus. You should’ve called me. I’d’ve sent Paul or—”

“I handled it,” you cut in quickly. You don’t want this to turn into a thing. “I got my coffee. I got back. It’s fine.”

But it’s not fine.

You can tell by the way his fingers tighten on you, the way his whole body thrums with barely contained frustration. He hates this. Hates that he wasn’t there, that you had to deal with it alone.

And if he ever finds out the truth—

You don’t even want to think about it.

---

Marshall eats, but you can tell he’s still stewing. He doesn’t talk much, just watches you between bites, eyes sharp, like he’s waiting for you to slip up. You force yourself to act normal. Keep your voice even. Pretend like the feeling of that man’s hand on your arm isn’t still lingering on your skin.

After lunch, you settle onto the couch while he flips through channels, searching for something mindless to watch. You exhale softly, finally starting to relax. Maybe you really did get away with it.

Then—

He freezes.

The room is filled with the sound of chaotic voices, overlapping shouts, the unmistakable click click click of cameras. You don’t even have to look up to know.

TMZ.

Your stomach drops.

No, no, no—

“What the fuck is this?”

Marshall’s voice is quiet. Too quiet. That dangerous, simmering calm right before he explodes.

You don’t answer. You don’t breathe. Your eyes snap to the screen just in time to see the worst moment playing out in grainy, overexposed video.

You, leaving the café, head down, trying to get to the car.

The cameras flashing, voices yelling, the headlines screaming at the bottom of the screen.

Then—there it is. The guy reaching out, his hand grabbing your arm. Your whole body freezing. The way your shoulders jerk up, the way you flinch. The way you run.

Marshall doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink.

You can feel the shift in the air, the slow-building rage curling off him in waves. His grip tightens around the remote until his knuckles go white. His jaw flexes. His breathing deepens, steady, controlled, but you can hear the strain in it.

The next second, the remote goes flying, slamming into the wall with a crack.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

You jump, pulse spiking, hands clutching the hem of your sweater.

“Marshall—”

“You lied to me.” His voice is sharp, raw. When he turns to you, his blue eyes are blazing. “You lied to me about what happened.”

“I—I didn’t want you to freak out.”

“Freak out?” He lets out a sharp, bitter laugh, dragging a hand down his face. “You were scared. He fucking grabbed you—”

“It wasn’t—”

“Don’t.” He cuts you off before you can downplay it. “Don’t fucking do that. Don’t act like this is nothing.”

You bite your lip, looking away. Your hands tighten in your lap. “I just… I didn’t want to make it worse.”

His expression shifts—still angry, but now there’s something else underneath. Something pained. His hands drop to his sides, clenching into fists.

“You think I wouldn’t want to know?” he asks, voice quieter now, but no less intense. “That I wouldn’t wanna fucking do something?”

You don’t know what to say.

Because you do know. You know him. You know the way he gets when it comes to you—how protective he is, how deep his need to keep you safe runs.

You know exactly what he’s going to do next.

Before you can say anything—before you can even think of how to calm him down—Marshall is already moving.

He snatches his phone off the table, jaw clenched so tight you can practically hear his teeth grinding. You open your mouth to stop him, to tell him to breathe, to think—

Too late.

“Paul,” he snaps the second the call connects. He’s already pacing, running a hand over his face. “Tell me you’ve seen this TMZ shit.”

You hear Paul’s muffled voice on the other end, though you can’t make out the words. Whatever he says only makes Marshall angrier.

“The fuck you mean you just saw it?” Marshall barks. “This shit’s been out for hours.”

You sink back into the couch, pressing your fingers to your temples. This is exactly what you didn’t want.

“I wanna know who he is,” Marshall growls. “I wanna know where he is. I want that motherfucker’s name, Paul.”

Your heart clenches. “Marshall—”

He ignores you, his whole body wound so tight he looks seconds from punching a hole in the wall.

“No, I don’t give a fuck if it wasn’t ‘technically’ illegal,” he spits, mocking Paul’s tone. “He put his hands on her. You think I’m just gonna let that shit slide?”

You squeeze your eyes shut.

This is bad.

Paul’s trying to talk him down—you can hear it in the low, steady way his voice hums through the speaker—but Marshall isn’t hearing it.

“I don’t give a shit about optics, Paul!” He stops pacing, running a hand through his hair before gripping the back of his neck, like he’s trying to physically keep himself from exploding. “You think I care what the fuckin’ media’s gonna say? I don’t give a fuck about headlines—”

You push up from the couch, crossing the room before he can spiral even further.

“Marshall,” you say softly, touching his arm.

He flinches—not from you, but from the sheer force of the anger coursing through him. His free hand flexes at his side, knuckles white.

You slide your fingers down his arm, linking them through his. Squeezing.

His breathing is heavy. His pulse is racing. But he doesn’t pull away.

“Marshall,” you say again, firmer this time. “Look at me.”

His head snaps toward you, blue eyes burning with too many emotions at once—rage, frustration, protectiveness, something raw and wounded beneath it all.

“I’m okay.” You squeeze his hand again, holding his gaze. “I’m okay.”

He stares at you, chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths.

Then, finally—

He exhales, jaw still tight, but his grip on your hand softens.

“Paul,” he mutters into the phone, not looking away from you. His voice is lower now, but still simmering. “I’ll call you back.”

You barely hear Paul’s response before Marshall ends the call, dropping the phone onto the table with a dull thud.

For a long moment, neither of you say anything.

Then, Marshall drags his hands down his face and mutters, “I fuckin’ hate this place.”

Marshall doesn’t say anything else. He just takes your hand, pulling you toward the bedroom. His grip is firm, but not rough—like he needs to feel you close, like he needs to hold onto you before he loses what little patience he has left.

The second the door shuts behind you, he’s wrapping you up in his arms.

It’s not desperate. Not frantic. Just tight.

Like he thinks if he holds you close enough, he can shield you from everything—the cameras, the headlines, the strangers who think they can put their hands on you.

You melt into him, pressing your face against his chest. His heartbeat is fast, strong, steady. You breathe him in—the clean scent of his hoodie, the warmth of his skin beneath the fabric. His arms are solid around you, one hand smoothing up and down your back like he’s trying to soothe himself as much as you.

“I hate this shit,” he mutters against your hair. “Hate that I can’t keep ‘em away from you.”

“You do keep me safe,” you whisper, pressing your fingers against his back. “I’m here. I’m okay.”

His arms tighten. “I shoulda been there.”

You don’t argue. He wouldn’t believe you anyway. Instead, you shift, pressing a kiss to his jaw. He exhales sharply, dipping his head to nuzzle into your neck, his lips brushing soft, absentminded kisses against your skin.

You close your eyes, warmth curling low in your stomach.

And then—an idea sparks.

You know how this works. You’ve spent years navigating life as Marshall’s wife, learning when to stay quiet, when to ignore the noise.

They want a photo?

You can give them a photo.

You reach for your phone on the nightstand, unlocking it with one hand while keeping your other curled into the back of his hoodie. Marshall doesn’t even notice—he’s too lost in you, his breath warm against your throat, his lips grazing your collarbone.

You angle the camera just right—his face hidden in your neck, your hand tangled in his hoodie, the intimacy of it so raw and unguarded.

Then, you snap the picture.

For a moment, you just look at it. The way his arms are locked around you. The way you fit so perfectly against him.

You smirk.

Then, you post it.

“Secret Misery.”

You don’t have to wait long.

Within minutes, your phone starts vibrating with notifications. The gossip blogs are already on fire.

But this time?

This time, you’re laughing.

Marshall’s phone buzzes first.

You feel it vibrate in his pocket, but you don’t think much of it—people are always blowing up his phone. Usually, he ignores it when he’s wrapped up in you like this, but this time, for whatever reason, he grumbles and shifts, pulling away just enough to grab it.

You bite your lip to keep from smiling as he untangles himself from you, leaning back against the pillows as he squints at the screen.

Then—he goes still.

His brows furrow. His thumb scrolls. He blinks. Then scrolls again.

“What the fuck?”

His voice is low, confused, and you can’t hold back the grin that tugs at your lips.

He looks at you then, suspicion narrowing his eyes. “What’d you do?”

You hum innocently, reaching for your phone. “Oh, nothing.”

He squints harder and turns back to his screen, reading the comments aloud.

“‘Damn, y’all look miserable as fuck.’” His eyes flick up. “That supposed to be sarcasm?”

You nod, biting back a giggle.

He keeps reading.

“‘If this is misery, sign me up.’” He snorts, scrolling further. “‘They really posted this right after those divorce rumors? Iconic.’”

His mouth twitches like he’s trying not to smirk.

But then—

“‘This man been in love with his wife for twenty years and y’all really thought she was suffering lmaooo.’”

That’s when he finally grins.

It’s a slow, crooked thing, the kind of smirk that used to make women throw their bras at him onstage.

He shakes his head, tossing his phone onto the bed before crawling back over to you.

“You really posted that shit?”

“Yup.” You pop the ‘p,’ giggling as he pins you beneath him, hands pressing into the mattress on either side of your head.

He tilts his head, studying you like he still can’t believe you pulled one over on him.

Then—

He huffs a quiet laugh. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

You grin, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You knew what you signed up for.”

He hums, dropping a kiss to your lips, then your jaw, then lower.

“Damn right, I did.”

[inholover4l]

thanos x f/reader drabble!

warnings: mentions of sex and drugs.

a/n: this was fun to write! hope you enjoy. pls leave any constructive criticism if you have any.

back to the basics ༉‧₊˚.

thanos’s new song had made him pretty well known now. he was invited to nightclubs and events and you had been very proud of him. he was a very smug guy in general, but with this new level of fame? it was insane. 

his ego was through the roof, and he expected you to simply deal with it. you weren’t an idiot, but you’d taken it the first few months, expecting it to fade over time. but as he started making plans for an album, you knew it was only going to get worse. 

so you’d snapped and tried to talk to him about it. the only problem being was you could rarely have conversations alone anymore. he always had his little entourage around or namgyu at the very least. he was busier than ever and you were feeling neglected, so after a long argument you’d both broken it off.

it was week one without him. to be honest, you missed him. he’d been pretty stupid ever since he got famous. he’d texted you a few times admitting it himself. he even begged at one point, sending you a shit ton of voice messages at 2 in the morning. 

“please baby, i’ll change.”

“i can’t go on without you, my angel.”

“i’ll give you anything you want, come back to me or i’ll fight the world for you.” 

of course, they weren’t complete with a little rapping. 

you’d been tempted many times, but your friends had all convinced you not to, whether by means of coming over and distracting you or simply telling you outright that he wouldn’t be treating you like this if he really wanted you.

everybody was saying that he was no good for you, talking about how much better you deserved. but you didn’t want better, you wanted him. 

so when you saw him on your doorstep with a big bouquet of roses that next evening, you didn’t turn him away immediately. 

“you look like shit,” you snorted at the sight of him, dark circles under his eyes. he shrugged his shoulders.

“i can’t sleep without you by my side, baby. you know that.” he propped the flowers up, holding them out to you.

you glanced down at the card attached. you scoffed at the sight of his credit card jammed inside the envelope.

“you’re buying my forgiveness?” 

“no. the card’s just an added bonus to the amazing apology i have planned out.” he started. “let me in?” he suggested, running his hand through his hair. 

you hesitated for a moment, “why should i? why can’t you apologise outside?” you continued.

“don’t make me grovel out here, baby.” he groaned. you smiled slightly. 

“i’m not letting you in.” you said firmly. “apologise outside or stop wasting my time.” you started to close the door, satisfied when you saw his shoe prop it open.

he glanced around furtively before ducking his head. 

“i’m sorry, baby.” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

you nearly slapped him. 

“is that it?” you said, eyes wide.

“relax! i’m not done.” he huffed. “i know i was an ass, baby, but i was just stressed. you know better than anyone how hard i worked for this. i was just getting used to it, alright? i didn’t know how to manage my time. but i’ve changed. trust me.” 

“why should i trust your word?” you scoffed.

he pulled his phone out, “i swear, baby, i haven’t been to an event since you broke up with me. i haven’t even spoken to anyone. i’ve just been dreaming about you. look, baby, i’ll ask namsu. alright?” 

before you could protest, he phoned namgyu, pressing on the speaker, nodding his head lightly in time to the ringtone.

“namsu, when was the last time you saw me?” he said, sounding slightly forced. you could tell this was rehearsed, but for some reason it made you crack a little. he had put in effort, at least.

“like last week, man.” namgyu answered, “you haven’t even been out to the club or anything.” he droned on.

“you shouldn’t have left her, bro” he said, although this sounded as though he had a gun to his head. 

you couldn’t help but smirk at how bored he sounded. 

“i know. i’m with her right now. i’ve changed, haven’t i, namsu?” thanos pressed.

“yeah man, listen, he’s definitely changed, i swear.” namgyu continued, his voice blaring through the phone. “come on, the old thanos would never have stayed in from those events. he really loves you.” namgyu huffed. 

“you almost sound jealous, namgyu.” you piped up, to which namgyu scoffed, about to retort before thanos hung up carelessly, shoving his phone into his pocket.

“i’m a changed man, baby.” he announced, focusing on your expression. “you’re still not convinced?” he said, sounding defeated.

“maybe 90% convinced.” you muttered, feeling yourself start to heat up from the embarrassment. 

“what can i do to get you to 100, baby? tell me. i’ll do anything.” he said, getting to his knees then and there, hands pressed together. 

you couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of him grovelling right there on your doormat. you decided to be a little selfish because, well, you deserved it. plus, the sight of him on his knees for you was doing something to you. 

“maybe i’ll forgive you…” you started slowly, “if you can get me off,” 

he grinned up at you, 

“oh baby, that’s my specialty. let me in, and relax, let thanos the great take care of you. alright?” 

you knew your next move would have consequences but frankly, you stopped caring a while ago. 

you held the door open,

 “alright.”

[shima-draws]

I've been teasing her for months!! But at long last her ref is complete 🌷

I actually DON'T have a 5 page essay on her backstory this time (like I did for Ilari LMAO) but I do have some info about her if anybody is curious!

Name: Ione

Age: 25

Hair color: Silver

Eye color: Orangish-yellow

Element: Light

Grabbing info from the few posts I've talked about her already, Ione was originally a very famous singer, pretty much an idol within the world of ATS. She'd hold huge concerts that were always sold out and people from around the world would flock to see her perform. Eventually tho all of the attention started to attract the wrong kinds of people, and sooner or later Ione was "scouted" by a very rich man who wanted her all to himself. She was manipulated and blackmailed into signing a contract with him that would essentially end her touring and make it so that she would become a private singer for him. He basically chained her with this contract and so she disappeared from the public eye.

Ione soon discovered that other people with similar talents had also been gathered and trapped by this man's contracts. Among them was a prodigy violin player who she grew very close with. The two of them struggled under the demands of this man, and eventually violin boy started to get physically abused by him 😭 Things escalated to the point where Ione decided she wanted OUT and was determined to do anything to escape. This led to a very...traumatic event that caused her to go mute by choice.

When Ione finally makes her escape, thankfully she's changed so much that people don't recognize her in public (mostly her hair! It used to be short and didn't cover one of her eyes before). Shortly after she runs into Nahu and his group, and is unceremoniously recruited to join them lol (Nahu can be VERY persuasive). Ione communicates with them through sign language, which luckily a couple of them are fluent in--Ezio and Sage to be specific. They then teach the others in the group sign language too. It takes Nahu a bit to get the hang of it bc he has like, no attention span whatsoever, but being a dragon elemental helps since his senses are super attuned all the time, so he can generally tell what Ione is feeling and what she's trying to convey when she talks to him :")

Over time Ione grows closer with them, and like everybody else is hit with the Found Family, and realizes that yeah. She'd do absolutely ANYTHING for this group of crazy weirdos. She starts to fall in love with Nahu (bc who WOULDN'T), and slowly gains the courage to use her voice again. This leads to secret meetings with Sage, who helps her relearn how to use her vocal cords.

Eventually her past catches up with her, of course, but the group all bands together to set her free from it. She has to face off against violin boy, who thought she'd abandoned him and got Messed Up Mentally as a result, so THAT'S a thing she's gotta deal with. But she's able to reach him by singing for the first time in over five years, and everyone absolutely loses their shit at how beautiful her voice is and they all cry and it’s very emotional!!

Even after regaining her voice she still prefers to stay quiet most of the time, as that is what she's comfortable with, but she's totally okay with speaking when she needs to. Also I need to mention this but bc she used to be like. An idol. Obviously her routines consisted of both song and dance so she's a pretty good dancer. Out of everyone in the group, Ione is the ONLY person Ezio will dance with (and he is a very VERY good dancer himself, but will only dance with someone who can keep up with him, which Ione can). Everyone is very jealous of this, ESPECIALLY Nahu lol bc he wants to dance with Ezio too 😂

Ione's a light elemental! I haven't given a LOT of thought into her powers yet but I do know that her singing makes her stronger and also gives her powers a boost, which in turn helps the rest of the group. She also can ride on these light waves--I will have to draw them sometime bc I can't really explain them in words, it'd be better to show them visually lol

And that's her!! My flower light mute girl <33333

[sturniololoco]

hi i know you just did a sturniolo little sister fic but could you do one where she gets into a fight at school because someone was talking shit to her about her looks or something and she won the fight or whatever but she was in a lot of trouble and matt picked her up from school then like something sweet with everybody and maybe a little bit more with matt cause matt is like my comfort person ?

Fight

Sturniolo Little sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: blood, fighting, etc.

SLS’s POV

All I remember thinking was I’m about to beat this bitch up.

So that’s what I did.

Usually a wouldn’t let a dumb bitch calling me names bother me. But when she compared me to my famous triplet brothers, then called me names right after?

That set me off.

“I can tell the rest of the family got the good looking genes. Look at her then look at her brothers! No wonder she’s only in three of their YouTube videos!” A girl in the hallway said to a bunch of giggling girls.

I throw my books to the floor and walk over to her, breathing heavy. Most of her friends scurry away, shrieking dramatically, but two stay.

I get right up close to her face, pushing her into the lockers. At this point we had an audience.

“What the fuck is wrong you? You-“ I start to say, but then I’m being smacked with a 610 page biology text book, the corner hitting my eye, while the rest practically breaks my nose.

One of the girls stupid friends tried to help her. I stumbled back, turning away from the girl against the locker to see you hit me. The girl, who was now behind me, frantically ran into a nearby classroom.

“Oh you really shouldn’t have fucking done that.” I say, immediately pouncing on her and taking her to the floor.

She was helpless, trying to slap at my bloody and bruised face. I grabbed her hand and put them behind her back, pushing her head into the floor.

I was about to tell her who the fuck she was messing with, when all of the sudden, arms were around my waist pulling me of the girl.

I look up to see Mr. Howard, my Chemistry teacher, who also happens to be the varsity football coach.

“Get to the office Sturniolo! No detors!” He barked at me, letting me go. I kicked my books while walking down the hallway to the office, yelling,

“She’s the one who fucking started it!” And I stick my middle finger up, not even bothering to look back at the girl, crying on the floor, worried about her skirt that I got my blood on.

-

“SLS/N, I know you’re a good kid. You’re on the all A’s honor roll, you’ve never gotten detention, and you’ve never been sent here before this. What happened that got you so upset?” My principal asked me as I sat across from him.

“Don’t wanna talk about it.” I mumbled, chewing my nails because I knew how much trouble I was in.

“Then I’m afraid I’m going to have to suspend you for three days and call your brother to come pick you up.” He said, giving me a sad but knowing look.

“Fine, but I’d call mat if I was you. He’s the only one who can drive.” I say, picking up my stuff and walking straight out of his office to wait for my brother.

-

Matt walked in, looking upset and down cast, but when he saw my bloody nose and black eye, his face contorted into a look of complete shock. I didn’t stand up.

He signed me out and quietly thanked the lady at the front desk. He then walked over and needed in front of me. I averted his eyes as I felt the tears stabbing at my own. He must have noticed because he said,

“Hey it’s okay kiddo, we’ll talk later.” He the stood, slung my back pack over his shoulder and grabbed my hand as we made our way to the car.

-

The car ride was pretty quiet, except for my occasional sniffles as the pain from my nose and eye began to set in. I didn’t realize where we were until Matt pulled into the Mcdonalds parking lot and put the car in park.

He got out of the car and rationed me to follow him, as he walked towards the front door. As he held the door open for me, I pulled my hood up, to cover my bloody face.

Matt went up and ordered while I got us a booth all the way in the back, and pulled out my phone.

12 Snapchat notifications and 16 text. All about the fight. I put my phone down and tried to stop the tears threatening to spill, when Matt came back with two chocolate milkshakes and two large fries.

He sat across from me and we began eating, but I still averted eye contact.

“Look at me SLS/N.”

I looked up and he gave me a sad smile.

“you know we have to talk about it, so we might as well get it over with.”

I sighed and began telling him the story. About how the girls at school would always compare me to my brothers and call me ugly names.

“It just gets really hard sometimes when you feel like you have strict expectations to live up to, ya know?” I say, some of my tear slipping to make streaks of blood down my face.

“hey I completely understand. I know what it’s like to be compared to Nick and Chris. It’s the only way people could ever tell us apart!” He says earning a small chuckle from me.

“you just need to learn not to get to fired up about it, and just know that people will be mean, but they don’t know the real you, and how perfect you are. No one compares to you because everyone’s unique. And I am so proud to have you as a sister, and so are Nick and Chris.”

I nod, knowing I wouldn’t be able to talk without sobbing.

“And speaking of Nick and Chris, I haven’t told them yet. But If you want, I can talk to them instead of you having to explain everything again. Sound like a plan?” He says.

I nod again, thankful that I wouldn’t have to go through this again.

-

We pulled into the drive way, and before I opened the car door to go inside, I had to take a deep calming breath, knowing I’ll be walking into a dozen questions.

“Hey, you got this kiddo!” Matt says grabbing and squeezing my hand lightly, before walking up and opening the front door.

-

As soon as I step foot into the kitchen, Nick is all over me.

“Oh my fuck, SLS/N! What the fuck happened?” He yelled, picking me up and sitting me in the island, then sprinting to the bathroom for a wash cloth.

“I beat a bitch up.” I say plainly, earning a laugh from Matt. Chris comes up to me and gives me a fist bump.

“Damn sis, you look tough!” He says ruffling my hair. I giggle.

“Christopher!” I hear Nick scold as he walks back in the room. Chris puts his hands up in mock defense.

Nick gently wipes most of the blood off my face, the gives me a sock filled with ice to put on my eye and nose, which were now purple.

“Okay, now spill. What the fuck happened?” Nick says. I look at Matt, who quickly stands from the couch and says,

“Actually Nick, come in here, I need to talk to you and Chris for a sec. Why don’t you go hop in the shower bud.” Mat says.

I give him a quiet okay and hop off the counter and head to the bathroom, taking my ice-sock with me.

-

Getting all that blood off my face and out of my hair felt so good, no matter how dark blue, green, and purple my nose was. I threw on a pair of sweats and one of Chris’s Fresh Love hoodies, before walking down stairs and to the living room.

Matt, Nick, and Chris were all sitting on the couch, getting ready to watch a show.

Matt motions me over to sit with him, so I grab a new sock of ice, a blanket from the basket and snuggle up with him.

“I think I could get used to this for the next three days.” I joke, snuggling close into Matt’s chest. He chuckles and rubs my back comfortably.

I slowly feel myself driving off, due to the long days events, but not before I hear my brother let out a soft,

“I love you kiddo.”

I hope this is what you were asking for! ❤️

[therapycat21]

All Right Now part 1

Travis Kelce x Famous!Reader Description: The reader catches the eye of famous footballer Travis.

Warnings: None Social media AU

ReaderOfficial:

Liked by:@brittanymahomes and 453,558 others

ReaderOfficial: Chillin with my girl!! go chiefs!! @brittanymahomes

user87: did not know she was a chiefs fan!!

user85:Since when!??

@brittanymahomes: soo much funn! love you girl!

ReaderOfficial: I know right, can't wait to do this again, love you too mama!

I'm broken from my thoughts by Brittany nudging my arm "Here is your drink" she hands me my drink before sitting back down next to me "I cannot believe you are even here right now" she laughs. I laugh taking a small sip of my drink "Why is it such a shock, I like football, just can't stand being bombarded by fans sometimes" I respond with a small laugh "Oh, and the jumbo camera, they're gonna know I'm here sooner or later and blast my face up there" I tell her. "You are absolutely not wrong" Brittany breaks out into laughter, earning us looks from the other families in the box.

Before I knew it, the game started, and everyone including me and Brit cheered for the players coming onto the field. Brittany louder after noticing Pat come out. I hear more cheering on the right of me from another family "Yeah! Let's go, baby!" the unknown man claps loudly "Come on Trav whoo!" The unknown man keeps clapping loudly with the two little girls next to him doing the same.

The game starts and right when the ball is thrown number 87 catches, bolting down the field, I look around and everyone is going crazy, hoping he makes the touchdown, me and Brit are standing, clenching our cups as everyone else in the stadium is and not even a second later he jumps and makes the touchdown. "OH my god!!" I yell at Brittany, jumping up and down clapping with her, we watch as he throws the ball into the crowd and starts dancing, we then hear the announcer

"TOUCHDOWN!! BY TRAVIS KELCE EVERYBODY!!!" The announcer screams. "Oh my god, that was absolutely amazing," I say out loud "I know right!" I hear from the right of me. It was the unknown man. He and the woman next to him laugh before the woman introduces herself "Hi, this is Jason, and I'm Kylie" she says extending her hand to mine. "Hi, it's nice to meet you guys!" I shake both of their hands. Before I knew it, Me, Kylie, and Brittany were all sitting together and talking about random stuff.

And all of a sudden the crowd goes silent before breaking out into wild screams and the announcers voice radiates through the stadium

"WE HAVE A SPECIAL LADY IN THE HOUSE TONIGHT, GIVE A WARM WELCOME TO 10-TIME GRAMMY AWARD WINNER, 6-TIME VMA WINNER Y/N!!!" My face is then popped on the jumbo screen, I stand up and start to shyly wave at everyone, and all I hear is the crowd screaming, I keep smiling until I decide to flash the Jersey I'm wearing (Imagine It's a Chief's jersey!) I look over and see Kylie and Brittany laughing before the screen is taken off of me.

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Travis P.O.V

I'm walking to sit down on the side when I hear the crowd going crazier than normal and I look up towards the jumbo to see a beautiful woman and the familiar face of Mahome's wife and my sister-in-law Kylie laughing with the woman. Very confused until I hear the announcer

"WE HAVE A SPECIAL LADY IN THE HOUSE TONIGHT, GIVE A WARM WELCOME TO 10-TIME GRAMMY AWARD WINNER, 6-TIME VMA WINNER Y/N!!!"

oh shit, I knew I recognized her, kylie and the girls always listen to her music. I start laughing loudly before remembering I was mic'd, I reach down and grab onto the small microphone, smirking slightly and looking into one of the mic'd camera "I just seen y/n on the jumbo, just wanna let her know she needs a better jersey, preferably one with my number on the back, all right now " I laugh loudly before going back onto the field. The entire game I don't stop thinking about her and looking up at the family suite already seeing her laughing around with Kylie and Jason. Oh, she is definitely gonna be mine soon.

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Y/N P.O.V

We all continue to watch the game after the crowd has now calmed down, with fans still taking pictures of us from afar. "hey y/n? your phone is going crazy right now" Brittany says pointing to the phone on the table, I reach over and open Instagram to see I've been tagged a ton over a post the NFL posted.

I play the video and see a guy with jersey 87 "I just seen y/n on the jumbo, just wanna let her know she needs a better jersey, preferably one with my number on the back, all right now " he smirks before laughing and running back onto the field. I can't stop the blush from spreading to my cheeks "Are you blushing right now?" Brittany asks me "Maybe" I laugh before covering my face "What's making you blush?" I then showed her my phone and played the video "Oh my god" she broke out into laughter gaining the attention of Kylie back over "What is going on over here?" she smiled, before I could say anything "Trav did a mic'd moment and told her she needs a new jersey but with only his number on it" Brittany tells her, "Oh my god, I cannot believe he did that, I gotta go tell Jason" she walks away laughing back to Jason. Being confused I ask Brit "Does she know him?" I question "Yeah, it's her husband Jason's younger brother" she replies turning back to the game. I look around before liking the post and posting it onto my story with the caption "time to upgrade the number ;)" Another hour goes by before the game is now over with the Chiefs winning and all of the guys doing their dance moves for the cameras. I get up and gather my stuff before walking over to Ky and Jason Hey just saying goodbye it was so nice to meet you guys" I smile at them before they each give me a hug and their Instagramss and their phone numbers so we can stay in contact.

Me and Brittany are both walking down, being escorted by security when we enter the lobby where some fans are waiting

"y/n I love you!" "we love you!" "when is your new song coming out?"

All I can hear are the questions being thrown at me "Soon my loves!" is all I respond with to them, I stop to sign a few shirts and take quick photos before finally getting to the private car. Taking a deep breath as the door finally shuts and the screams are being muffled.

I'm then broken out of my thoughts from my phone buzzing with notification, the last one shocking me.

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