#i got a guy messaging me on my personal account and i have no idea why he wants to talk to me but its been awkward for like 3 days and then
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ooglywooglies · 3 months ago
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i love that you can form a bond with almost any random young man by just talking about video games
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timmyyyturner · 9 months ago
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Dm's: Jason Todd x Fem! Reader
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TW: Alcohol.
jasontodd: I'm in love with you.
y/nl/n: i literally have no idea who you are.
It started a few months ago when you were followed by some random guy on Instagram. He had a racking of 28 Million followers and you were just a girl with 2K posting GRWM's and make up tutorials.
jasontodd: you looked so pretty in your livestream like MARRY ME TF??? ♡ liked by y/nl/n
y/nl/n: thank you, baby ♡ liked by jasontodd
You didn't get why you were so special.
y/nl/n: *voice memo* I'm serious like is there a reason you think I'm soooo pretty? ♡ liked by jasontodd
jasontodd: Damn. Even your voice is hot.
jasontodd: I'm sorry for inhaling the same oxygen as you🙏
y/nl/n: LMAO
It was kinda cute, kinda stalkery. Every single thing you posted he liked, seconds after. Praising you like you were an absolute goddess. At first you thought maybe it was a fake account but no, he was the real deal (he sent you a picture of his ID with blurred out details). When you Googled his name, you didn't expect his adoptive dad to be the BRUCE WAYNE. You might not be Wayne obsessed but everyone in Gotham know who Bruce Wayne was.
jasontodd: You busy??????
y/nl/n: no, why?
It was late almost 3 in the morning and you'd been occupied by messaging some guy who slid into your dm's six months ago. You were surprised when a incoming video call notification popped up on your phone. You were hesitant to but answered it. "Hello?" His camera was moving a lot but it was quite on his side, you could hear how heavy his footsteps were. You were laying in bed cozied up holding your pillow in your arms, another propping up the phone.
"Gimme a second." You watched him set the camera up in his bathroom, toothbrush hunging from his mouth. "There." He continued brushing his teeth. "Where are you going dressed so handsomely?" He snickered. "Well, pretty lady. It's not where I am heading but where I've been. I just got home from a friends after party."
"Probably using the art of back bending to bring home chicks?" You tilted your head. "Unless the chick was you, pretty, Ion want her near me." You smiled, He yawned causing you to do the same. "Dick is making me brush my teeth cause I threw up in his car and now my breath stinks." You nodded, listening to his little rant. "He's getting me a bucket so I don't choke on my vomit in my sleep, how many people do you think died like that?"
"Well-" You attempted to answer but he cut you off unintentionally by throwing up off screen, thankfully before returning to the screen, rinsing his mouth and rebrushing his teeth. "Who's Azealia Banks? Is she a influencer?" You smiled. "She's in the music industry, a real controversial person." He hummed.
"Who are you talking to?" Jason picked up his phone. "My girlfriend and you can't see her cause she's mine, your brain will hurt with beauty." Jason kissed the screen before you heard Dick approach him. "C'mon Jay get in bed now."
"No." You watched Dick attempt drag Jason— who was throwing lowsy kicks and punches at Dick— to bed. You giggled watching the camera angle change in the hands of drunk Jason before the phone fell somewhere. "Get. In. Bed."
"No." It was funny hearing Jason have an actual sibling bond. "Fine, I'll just call in the big guns. ALFRED!" You could hear Jason mumble a 'fine' before a ruffling of blankets as he got in bed. "NOT ON YOUR STOMACH!" Dick yelled, picking up the phone, looking at you. You waved at him sweetly. "Jason, there's no way you pulled her. She's so pretty and nice and you're... Jason." Jason snatched the phone frowning. "I don't like you." Jason laid on his side, Dick was on his way out of the room before turning to Jason to say something. "Hey, Y/n, do you wanna get married tommorow?"
"Uhm, I'll discuss this with sober you, okay baby." Jason hummed. "Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?" You smiled. "Okay." Dick smiled leaving the room.
He fell asleep a little over a hour later. You pressed a kiss to your screen before hanging up and going to bed. He woke up with a throbbing headache. He grabbed his phone seeing you posted on your story 30 minutes ago. He opened it seeing a picture of him and you on a video call. Did he call you last night?
"don't go! what if I choke on my drunk vomit and die?!" - jason todd. He chuckled reading that. He liked the story immediately getting a reply.
y/nl/n: alive then?
He smiled.
jasontodd: Sorry about last night lol.
y/nl/n: lol don't worry about it :))!
After that you sent him a picture of lots of you cooking, which he liked. What you did next though surprised him.
y/nl/n: 📍live location
y/nl/n: join me? we can discuss our marriage, boyfriend ;)
He never got out of bed faster.
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lovecla · 16 days ago
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© property of lovecla, nhl masterlist, nico hischier x you.
FAKE IT ‘TILL YOU MAKE IT, phase six:
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<last chapter>
➴ chapter warnings: none.
➴ word count: 2.5k
💌 from me to you: as i wrote this, i thought to myself “is this too soon? can you really fall in love with someone in three months?” and then i laughed out loud because i’ve fallen in love with people in three days. so three months’s basically a year to me. also, em and nico are too precious to suffer. and so are y’all. ♡
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“I AM not letting you see her, how many times do I have to tell you that?”
“Mia, it will be just five minutes, I swear.”
“Nico, you know I like you a lot but she doesn’t want to see you—”
“You didn’t even ask her—”
“In fact, I didn’t ask because she’s not here.”
“She told me she sleeps at your place sometimes, especially when she’s upset. And I went to her house to check if she was there, and she wasn’t.”
“Well, she obviously lied to you because she’s not here—”
“You posted a picture of her yesterday.”
“You won’t believe me but I was actually hacked—”
You sigh, listening to Mia and Nico’s bickering while you rest your body on Mia’s bed. You and Mia had just woken up twenty minutes ago with your phone ringing, and when you picked it up, you saw that you had one missed call from Nico and some messages he left for you.
“It’s Nico.” You mumbled, still half-asleep.
Mia grunts. “Tell him to go away. We’re sleeping.”
You chuckle lightly and turn your phone off, turning to the side and hugging Mia again, resuming your sleep.
It seems like ignoring him was the wrong choice, since he had just arrived at Mia’s apartment (and you can only try to imagine how he even got her address in the first place). You could hear Mia trying to convince him that her Instagram account had gotten hacked and how frustrated Nico was getting with her obvious lie.
You get up, put on the slippers you borrowed from her last night, and you leave the room while you rub your eyes— they were still puffy and swollen from all of your sobbing but if Nico wanted to see you, then it’d have to be like this.
“Nico, can you just leave?” Mia is standing by her front door, and you can see how tired of arguing she is. But it looks like Nico can be a persistent, little guy when he wants to. “You’re, like, one hundred and seventy five pounds of muscle so please, I don’t want to fight you at ten in the morning—”
“You want to fight me?” Nico scoffs.
“I just told you I don’t want to—”
You cough, making both of them look at you.
“Emma.”
And of course that hearing Nico call your name with that breathy, sweet voice of his makes your heart stop inside your chest. It’s like your own body is doing its hardest to make you hurt, but, at the end, you know it’s all your head.
You wish you could be mad at him. Like, really mad at him. With reasons to. Reasons like you shouldn’t be this handsome or you shouldn’t be this kind, reasons that would make him stay away from you.
You wish you could say that, if you had the chance, you’d go back in time and never do any of this. You’d never propose this crazy ass idea, you’d never tell him that Nora would notice him if you were both dating. You’d never kiss him, or sleep on his chest, or chat with his family like you’re his bride to be.
You also wish he was a bad person. Someone unpleasant, someone boring, someone rude. You wish he didn’t text you daily to know how you’re doing, you wish he didn’t ask your boss to give you the day off on your birthday, you wish he didn’t give you his jacket whenever he sensed you were feeling cold.
You wish Nico Hischier wasn’t himself.
But on top of it all, you wish he was yours.
“Baby,” Mia says, letting go of the door and walking towards you. “I can handle him. I still haven’t used my ‘I’m on my period’ excuse so—”
You chuckle, lifting your hand and putting a strand of her hair behind her ear, kissing her cheek carefully. “It’s okay,” Your voice cracks, still a little bit hoarse from all the crying, but you continue talking nonetheless. “I’ll take it from here.”
“Are you sure?” She furrows her brows, staring at you with worried eyes. “You don’t have to. It’s okay if you need time.” She whispers and you smile, nodding once.
“I’ll be fine,” you whisper back, kissing her cheek again before watching her leave her living room. You turn your head toward the door again, and you can see Nico leaning against it, watching you with attentive eyes. You try to smile, but it doesn’t exactly reach your eyes or make your face glow. It’s just there. “Hi, Nico. I’m sorry about all of this.”
“Are you okay?” it’s the first thing he asks, entering the house and closing the door behind him with his left hand. He takes tentative steps towards you, and stops right in front of you.
You bite your lip, thinking of what to say. “I think I caught a cold. I’m not really in my best shape right now, I’m sorry.”
Nico shakes his head and clicks his tongue, muttering something in German before looking at you again.
“I know you’re lying.”
You stutter. “I-I’m not—”
“I’ve known you for years, Em,” he chuckles, humourlessly. “It seems like you’ve forgotten that I’ve seen the good, the bad, and the in-between. And that I know how you look when you’re sick and I also happen to know when you’re lying. And you,” he steps forward, his crossed arms touching your body. “Are lying right now.”
“Nico—”
“But what I can’t understand is why. I’m trying to come up with a reason but I just… can’t.”
The look on his face alone is enough to make you want to cry. You can tell he’s being genuine and it hurts so bad.
“So, I’m here, Em, to ask you to explain to me what’s wrong,” he uncrosses his arms and places both of his hands on your waist, on top of the pyjama set you were wearing. You hold in a whine, and then want to kiss him again. “Tell me what’s wrong. I’ll try to make it right.”
He sounds hopeful and optimistic. He sounds like he’d try anything to make you happy, to make your worries go away.
Lord.
“Nothing’s wrong, I promise you,” you lie, but it’s useless: the tears gathering in your eyes give you away.
“Stop lying,” he pleads, brown eyes so full of worries and fears. You want to slap yourself. “Just… Tell me what’s wrong.”
You look around, biting your bottom lip, while you try to think of what to do. One thing’s for sure, you don’t want to do this, whatever this is, at Mia’s place.
“Can we go to my house? I don’t want to bother Mia anymore.” You ask, only to hear Mia’s loud voice:
“You’re not bothering me, baby!” she says, entering her living room again, and walking directly towards you. She places her hands on your shoulder and smiles at you. “You know you’re always welcomed here. You don’t need to leave.”
You smile back, hoping she’ll see the amount of love you have for her in your eyes. “It’s okay. I’ll be fine,” you repeat once again. “It’s Sunday and you should rest. I love you.”
She stares at you for two more seconds before kissing your temple and sighing. “I love you too. And if that’s what you really want, then I guess it’s alright. Call me if you need anything.”
“I will, I promise.”
After gathering your things and promising to give Mia’s clothes back once you had them washed, you and Nico went to your place, both in silence inside his car.
You couldn’t stop braiding your hair, something you’d always do whenever you were anxious. In the short car ride from Mia’s house to yours, you had probably braided your hair over twenty times, but your heart still felt heavy in your chest.
You knew what you had to do. You knew that this time you’d have to be the bigger person, and you’d have to be honest with yourself and Nico, for the sake of your friendship. You couldn’t just pretend you weren’t upset with the entire situation and move on— Nico doesn’t deserve that.
Nico deserves the truth and honesty. Lying more won’t get you anywhere.
You open your apartment’s door and let out a relieved sigh to be in your safe space again. Nico gets inside and removes his boots, leaving them by the door, with your shoes as well.
“Will you talk to me now?” He asks, and you hum, gathering courage to tell him the truth. “Em?”
“Nico—”
“What’s wrong?” He’s so close to you and you can feel his body’s heat against yours. He has a sad expression on his face and you want to take it away, make him smile again. “Tell me what’s wrong, Em.”
“If I—” you inhale, regretting immediately after since all you could smell was his scent. The same scent that has been haunting you for the past three months. “If I show you what’s wrong, promise me things won’t change between us.”
He looks at you like you’re insane. “Of course things won’t change between us, Em, what are you talking ab—”
“Nico,” your voice cracks, and you look up, holding eye contact with his cinnamon eyes. “Promise me.”
“I promise you,” he nods his head up and down. “I promise you nothing will change between us. You’re still Emma and I’m still Nico.”
You don’t answer him, at least not with words. You stand on the tip of your toes before gently placing your hands on his chest, and kissing him on the lips.
It’s just a peck, nothing like the two previous kisses you’ve shared before, but it holds meaning and it holds feelings. Your eyes are wet with tears, but you manage to blink them away before you pull back.
Nico’s eyes are still closed when you start speaking again. “This is what’s wrong. I fell in love with you.”
His eyes fly open, and his face is flushed.
“Emma.”
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, now looking at your hands on his chest, silently memorizing each one of his heartbeats. “I didn’t mean to and I promise you I’m telling the truth. When I proposed the whole fake-dating idea, the only thing I wanted was to see you happy with Nora but now I’m the one who cannot stop thinking about you.”
It’s clear that Nico wants to say something, but you don’t let him; if you take too long to say what you have been keeping to yourself these past ninety days, you will end up not saying anything at all.
“But when you told me Nora had kissed you…” you close your eyes, trying to erase that night from your head. “That’s when I realised that what I feel for you goes beyond the friendship appropriate feelings.”
“Emma, let me—” he tries again, and you shake your head, feeling your hair move out of your face, the braid you had just done slowly falling apart.
“I’m not telling you this because I want you to tell me you feel the same, I don’t need your pity nor your lies,” you shrug, opening your eyes again, losing yourself inside him. “And I know we can’t be together. It’s fine, and—”
“Why?” He asks, grabbing your right wrist, caressing it with his thumb. You wanted to tell him not to do that because you’re weak, so weak.
“Why what?” You tilt your head.
“Why can’t we be together? You just told me you are in love with me.”
You chuckle. “And you’re in love with Nora,” her name made you want to puke. Preferably on her. “So of course we can’t be together.”
“I’m not in love with Nora.”
His affirmation makes you take a step back, confusion and hope running around your body, making your insides twist. It makes you think—
“What do you mean you’re not in love with Nora Ellis?” you ask, marveled. “Nico, you’ve been in love with this girl for ages.”
He shrugs, like what he said is just another casualty. “I realised I was being naive. And pathetic.”
“Don’t say that,” you reply. “You’re not pathetic.”
He smiles for the first time since you last saw him, and it does wonders to your heart. It makes you want to kiss him again and again until your lips are swollen and carmesim.
“I’ve always thought that, when we kissed, it’d feel like those Disney movies, with fireworks and romantic music,” he starts. “But it just… sucked. It wasn’t nice, we didn’t fit. And I couldn’t stop comparing her lips to yours, which wasn’t really nice of me.”
Your heart stops for a second inside your chest.
“Kissing Nora didn’t feel as good as kissing you, Em.”
You’re sure that you would’ve never imagined Nico would say something like this to you, out of all people. You can feel your palms getting sweaty so you just rub them on Mia’s pants, hoping that it’d distract you from the bomb Nico just threw at your arms, hoping you’d know how to disarm it.
“Nico,” you say, stuttering a few times before you manage to finish your sentence. “You… you can’t just say things like this and expect me to act normal.”
“I don’t expect you to act normal,” he laughs. “I expect you to kiss me again.”
“Pardon me?!” You gasp.
You’re confused. So freaking confused. Your heart is racing, your eyes are popping out and your mouth is dry.
But Nico doesn’t even care. Not when he steps closer to you again, closing the distance between the two of you and kissing you on the lips.
You whimper inside his mouth, more surprised than anything, and it would’ve been comic if it wasn’t so tragic. His right hand finds the back of your neck almost immediately, while his left one grips your waist with strength.
His mouth tastes like a very specific Swiss candy that he eats all the time but you can’t really remember its name, you just know it’s his favorite— and it makes you love him even more.
He opens your lips with his tongue, and when your own touches his, it’s like magic. It fits so well.
“I want you,” he confesses against your lips, both of you breathing hard. “You’re the one I want, Emma.”
“What about Nora?” you whisper.
“She’s not you,” he kisses your cheek, loving and sweet. “I am sorry it took me this long to realize she isn’t the one for me and I’m sorry I made you cry. If you want me, I’m yours.”
If you want me, I am yours.
You kiss him again, fervently and with ardor. Smiling against his lips, you want to tell him he’s being an idiot because—
“Then you’re mine.”
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emma.priv hi nico and i are dating
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notmiaturner yall are straight up crazy
notmiaturner nico istg u better sleep with an eye open
nicohischier notmiaturner :(
notmiaturner nicohischier stop being fucking cute i mean it
jackhughes Emma take care of him for me… #sad #destroyed #grieving
emma.priv jackhughes you’re unbelievable
_quinnhughes Why are you announcing it like we didn’t know it already
priv.nat I feel like there’s a hidden lore in this but congratulations I guess??
ellamariepriv priv.nat i second this… somethings up
notmiaturner ellamariepriv priv.nat group chat rn
jackhughes notmiaturner let me in real quick
notmiaturner jackhughes FUCKING WEIRDO
emma.priv jackhughes notmiaturner no arguing in my comment section. yall take this whole situation of yours somewhere else
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hunkpossession0 · 5 months ago
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**Found this personal trainer on Insta, I chatted a lil bit with him, and now I got his body. Poor him.**
It all started with a late-night scroll through Instagram. You know how it goes—one minute you’re just browsing, and the next, you’re sucked into the world of fitness models and personal trainers, each more jacked than the last. That’s when I found *him*.
This guy was perfection in human form. Towering height, muscles that looked like they were chiseled from stone, and a face that screamed confidence. The guy even rocked a thick, perfectly groomed mustache that somehow made him look even more masculine. His profile was full of workout tips, nutrition advice, and those motivational posts that usually make me roll my eyes. But something about him had me hooked.
“Man, if I had that body,” I muttered to myself, almost jokingly. But then the thought took hold. *What if*?
I shot him a DM, asking for some beginner tips—playing the part of the clueless newbie. To my surprise, he replied almost instantly, eager to help. We went back and forth for a bit, him giving advice and me pretending to be interested, while I worked on something far more… *ambitious*.
As we chatted, I tapped into an ability I’d been perfecting—a way to connect with someone on a deeper level. To reach out and *take* what was theirs. He had no idea that while he was busy explaining how to start on squats and deadlifts, I was making a connection that would change everything.
And then, with one final push, I felt it—the shift.
Suddenly, I wasn’t lounging on my bed anymore. I was standing in a gym, holding his phone in his hand, feeling the weight of his massive arms, the strength in his legs. I flexed one arm, watching as the muscles bulged, hard and defined, beneath the skin. My heart pounded with excitement and something else… an overwhelming sense of power.
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I took a deep breath, my chest expanding with muscles that weren’t mine just a moment ago. I was in *his* body now, and damn, did it feel good. The thick mustache above my lip twitched as I grinned at my reflection in the mirror, marveling at how it suited this face, this body. I ran a hand over it, feeling the rough bristles that added an extra layer of ruggedness to this perfect form.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, my voice deep and resonant. *His* voice. My voice now.
My phone buzzed in my pocket—*his* pocket, I reminded myself—and I pulled it out to see a flood of missed notifications. But those could wait. The first thing I did was block my old account. Whoever was stuck in my former body wouldn’t be getting any help from me. They’d just have to deal with the shock of being… *me* now.
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Meanwhile, across town, I could only imagine the horror and confusion on my former face as the realization hit. That once-comfortable body now felt alien, weak in comparison to what I had now. But I couldn’t waste time worrying about him—this was about me, about *living* in this body, and I intended to enjoy every second of it.
I turned back to the mirror, running my hands over my chest and abs, flexing just to watch the muscles ripple under the skin. God, I looked good. My new body felt hot, practically humming with energy, with a need I’d never felt before. The gym suddenly seemed smaller, like it couldn’t contain everything I was feeling.
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An idea popped into my head, and I pulled out his phone again, quickly downloading Grindr. It didn’t take long to set up a profile—one of his shirtless pics as the main image, of course. The matches started rolling in almost immediately, the phone buzzing nonstop.
I couldn’t help but smirk at the screen. I shot a message to a couple of nearby guys, already knowing where this night was headed. The gym could wait—there were other ways to test out this body, and I was eager to explore *all* of them.
Back in that old, weak body, the poor guy was probably still staring at his reflection in disbelief, trying to figure out what had happened. But that was his problem now. I had bigger, better things to do—starting with enjoying every inch of this perfect new body. The thick mustache tickled my upper lip as I grinned wider, anticipation flooding my veins.
This was going to be fun.
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selineram3421 · 6 months ago
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Hey? I just found your account and absolutely love it!
When you write with Alastor I always get this vibe from him:
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And absolutely love for it 😭🥰
Oh my god.
Matched Search History
Prologue
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Alastor X Writer Reader
Warnings⚠
⚠ Human AU, serial killer stuff so expect murder or mentions of it, oh and blood/gore, cussing, all caps for screeching/yelling, italics=thoughts, mentions of death, slight introvert reader ⚠
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It wasn't your idea but your friend's.
There was a website that matched you with someone that had similar search history.
Currently, both of you were in the cafe with coffee and snacks, sitting at a two person table and having the usual friend hangout until she brought it up.
"Isn't that...a breach of privacy? How is this allowed?", you asked concerned.
"They only get what you give them! Like a questionnaire thing. You put down what you search and they set you up with someone!", she says and shows you the site on her phone.
"This is shady as fuck.", you say.
"Ok, maybe a little bit but you put what you want shared!", she smiles. "I mean you can meet another writer or someone who is super hot!"
Honestly you didn't know what to think of it, but maybe you could give it a shot.
I mean what's the worse that could happen? Haha..
"Ok..", you sighed and gave her the go to for making your account.
"Yay!", she squealed and started up a new profile. "Ok, so name, age, occupation..", she started typing furiously.
Once the basics were set up, she passed the phone to you to fill out the questionnaire.
At Matched Search History we only share what you give us! Any information you put into the system will be coded to find your Search History Partner, any other information you add in will also be added but stored away privately.
Please be aware that if any home address is added in the BIO or in MESSAGES it will be made public.
Yup. Shady shit right here. You thought and kept reading.
What do you search the most?
Answer: _______
You snort and type out murder techniques and first aid.
I'm definitely on the FBI list. You smile.
After taking care of the first one, you put down recipes, art and art history, science, little things like radio technology and other in depth research. You also make sure to put down cats.
"Here.", you hand the phone back.
"Wow that's a lot.", your friend scrolls down your list.
"What did you expect? I do a lot of searching on my laptop for the littlest things.", you shrug.
"Yeah, should have expected that.", she nods and looks through her photo album in her phone.
Leaning on the table, you look as she scrolls for the perfect photo.
"Which one are you gonna pick?", you ask and take a sip of your coffee.
"That cute one where you're hugging a cat.", your friend replies.
"Nah. Put the Halloween one."
She stops scrolling to look you dead in the eye, only to see your smug grin.
"No."
"Aw what? Come on!", you whine. "It'll be funny!"
"No! You're covered in fake blood!", she rejects the idea.
"But think of it! It would be fucking hilarious.", you nudge her arm.
"No and that's final! I'm putting this one!", she says and adds a photo without looking.
.
You honestly forgot about the account you both made until you got a bunch of emails about the website finding your match. You ignored most of them as they didn't go over 70%, that was until you saw the one you got today.
"What?", you asked with a mouth stuffed with noodles, being in the middle of eating lunch.
Picking up your phone, you check the email and feel your eyes widen.
You immediately called your friend.
"DUDE!"
"What?", she asks.
"THERE'S A HOT GUY WHO MATCHED 98% WITH ME!! WHAT DO I DO!?!?"
"Send me his pic! Duh!", she replies.
You take a screenshot of his profile picture and send it over.
"HOLY SHIT! I KNOW WHO THAT IS!!!"
"Who is it?", you ask.
"Don't you listen to his podcasts!?", your friend screeches. "He's the hot voice talking about murder mysteries and other creepy shit! You always listen to him while writing!"
"Huh, so this is him?", you ask. "How do you know? You hate hearing creepy stuff."
"I got bored one day.", she says.
Understandable. You thought. "Ok but back onto the topic. WHAT DO I DO!?"
"Send that love message to meet up!", she replied.
You deadpanned.
I have to go outside? I mean it wouldn't be bad if we went to a cafe or library. Maybe a bookstore... You thought.
"Fine. Since we already know his face he won't be able to run far if anything happens.", you said, making up your decision.
"Geez, don't talk like you're about to die.", your friend groaned.
"What? It's true.", you say. "Statistically, women are more likely to get killed on a date. Which doesn't rule out males but it does happen."
"UGH! Send me pics of what you're going to wear already!", she demanded.
.
You sat on a bench near a bus stop, messaging your friend. It was the best location for you to wait, there were multiple people around and restaurants with cameras.
Not gonna find out my address~ You sang in your head as you messaged your "match" that you had arrived.
You messaged him a brief description of your features and what you were wearing, so that way he wouldn't go around like a headless chicken trying to look for you.
Just in case things went south, you had a back up outfit to change into.
As you waited, a sudden thought came up.
Why was he on the dating site MSH? You wondered. Maybe his friend also pressured him to make a profile or someone else.
Then another thought.
What if it isn't him and someone just used a random photo they found to put up? You frowned at that. I hope that's not the case. That would be very annoying to deal with.
"Now, I hope that I'm not the reason my date is wearing a frown."
Turning your head to see who had decided to approach you, you saw a familiar face and warm reddish copper eyes. He was dressed very nicely, white button up long sleeve, dark red knit sweater vest, black pants, and black looking dress shoes.
"I'm Alastor.", he smiled. "And you are my date for this evening, yes?"
Damn it. You thought, trying to keep a straight face. He looks like a bookish nerd and that is definitely my type.
You stood up from the bench and gave a smile back.
"Nice to meet you.", you greeted and then introduced yourself.
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midmourn · 1 year ago
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accidentally revealing your relationship
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Originally posted by dazzlingkai
reposting from my old blog.
members ot7 nct dream
summary one of you accidentally reveal your relationship.
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Mark. the poor boy had a picture of you and him as his homescreen. yeah, not his smartest choice. he was on vlive and was showing fans something on his phone and he completely forgot about his homescreen and clicked off. "so yeah there's the proof that haechan threatened me," he giggled, pressing his home button to get off the messages, screen still facing the camera for a second. it was just long enough that people were able to see what it was. he squinted at the comments, tilting his head, "what do you guys-- oh." he backed up slightly in shock, eyes widening at the camera before hurriedly turning off the vlive. he stared down at the floor silently before looking up at the manager behind the camera, "oops."
Renjun. so technically it wasn't his fault! literally no one told yall they would be going on vlive and so ... the boys were in their dressing room and unluckily yall happened to be right in the corner of the camera frame ... you reached up to give renjun a kiss on the cheek, and the camera managed to catch that and renjun's face but not your face!! yeah no one knew until the comments started exploding about the unknown person giving renjun a kiss and the boys knew it could only be you. and as always, screamed loudly to get your attention before turning off the live. you and renjun about almost killed them for not telling you or being more careful.
Jeno. okay so you were on your way to sm company to give him his lunch bc he was practicing alone. you texted him that you were there and were on your way up but literally before you could even get in the building, he was already opening the doors and meeting you halfway. “i told you—“ he ignored your words, pulling you in by your jacket to press a kiss on your lips. as always, there are literally fans or outsiders outside of sm’s building at all times. and of course they took pictures and videos and uploaded it to sns immediately. it wasn’t until you pulled away that he realized what he did. “oh.” “yeah, oh,” you mocked, pushing him into the building as you glared at him. “congratulations, our relationship is now public.” “sorry,” but he didn’t seem sorry at all, if the grin on his face was saying anything.
Haechan. haechan … is a very obvious person. he would only compliment you when your group was miraculously brought up(probably also by him) and only sing/rap your parts of your songs. it didn’t help the fact that fans were already suspicious because you two were seen at the same place at different times and you frequently stole some of his clothes and wore it out. BUT! it’s only when he reads a comment about you outloud(“y/n from y/g complimented your vocals!!”) and he says, “yeah, y/n is a very nice partn—“ and cuts himself off before he can finish the word, eyes wide as he stares at the camera. “they’re a very nice, nice— um, idol. i’ve got to go practice, bye!” but like i said, he’s very obvious and fans heard him say the romantic word~~ oops.
Jaemin. it’s no secret that jaemin is a huge fan of having matching couple items, like with his members and especially you— since you’re, you know, a couple and all. his personal favorite was your custom made matching necklaces, so you wore it everywhere. unfortunately, seeing as the owner had no idea of anything concerning you two, when fans asked about your necklace to buy it, he said a young man came in and had it custom ordered. fans put two and two together and … boom. rumors were made up and since it really blew up, your companies denied it despite the rumors being true. even if they denied it, fans were very convinced you two were dating. no more privacy for you anymore! sorry jaemin you should’ve said something or not had it custom made. 🥲
Chenle. you like to take pictures of you and daegal and post it on your private twitter account, so what? he had no problem with it, even being in a few of them since he knew only your members and a few friends were on your private twitter. so when you did that exact thing, he didn’t care and merely posed with daegal sitting on your chest. it’s minutes later when his phone starts getting multiple text messages and he checks it only to see messages about you posting a picture on twitter. “babe,” he inhaled, “did you post it on your private account?” you glance up at him in confusion, “the picture? yeah.” he closed his eyes, leaning his head back, “are you sure it wasn’t on your main account?” it dawns on you right then and there. “oh my god.” in one minute, the tweet is deleted but thousands of people have already seen it and screenshotted. the koreaboo article is up within twenty minutes. . I am so sorry 😀
Jisung. ah, sweet sweet jisung. he was on vlive while you were at the corner store to get snacks for your movie night. he didn’t originally plan to go in vlive but decided to have a voice only vlive because he was bored. he thought you’d be gone for a while and would be done before you got back, so he didn’t text you about it. he was reading comments when you walked in, already talking as soon as you opened the door, “hey babe, i got that ice cream you like, the one—“ when he started coughing loudly in the middle of your sentence, you looked up and saw his eyes widening as he pointed at his phone violently. it didn’t take long for you to understand once you checked your own phone and saw that you had a notification from vlive, signaling someone went live. ‘oh my god’ you mouthed at him and he coughed again to fill the silence, eyes going back to the screen to read the comments to see if anyone heard you clearly. unfortunately … they did, and they heard the petname, too. he made up an excuse to get off quickly and groaned, putting his face in his hands. needless to say, fans reposted the clip of your voice everywhere.
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inumakis-boo · 7 months ago
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synopsis ␥ you give toge inumaki your phone number, and you become addicted to your phone, and him (for all good reasons). major fluff + friends ↝ lovers.
version one out of three. Enjoy!
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When you first started texting toge inumaki, if you were totally honest, you werent entirely sure how it was going to go.
You had only caught the subtle hints of his personality during the rare times you saw him in person- and obviously, it was through tone and face expression, becaude most other ways well were.. not optional.
So.. when you finally got the courage to write down your number on a slip of a yellow post-it note, you didn't know exactly what to expect. Just because you thought he might be a cool guy, doesn't mean he might feel the same about you. He may be cool only around people he is used to training with, or is in the same field-level at him.
But his eyes grazed over the neat handwriting (you mustve written the same note about six different times before handing it over), and his looked back at you with smiling eyes, and a thumbs up.
you tried not to wait up all night for the text- why were you so nervous? it was just a phone number, you had given it to everyone basically on campus. he was just the last one.. because you were too nervous to actually give it over.
the phone had dinged you awake from an after school nap, and you groggily picked it up, expecting nothing more than the student group-chat aruging again, but found an unsaved number with nothing more than-
UNSAVED NUMBER: it's inumaki, you gave me ur phone number the other day
UNSAVED NUMBER: idk if you remember haha srry if this is bothering u but i didnt see u at dinner, did u eat?
you try your best to blink out of the sleepiness from your eyes, trying to gauge what you wanted to say.
YOU: hi, and no i didnt forget 🤙🏻
YOU: no i was sleeping, i mustve missed it oops
He had read it almost immediately, which was.. honestly refreshing.
UNSAVED NUMBER: we thought so, so i hope you enjoy whats outside ur door
What? Outside the door? You climbed out of bed, and slowly creeped the door open-
Nobody was out here? Was someone supposed to be coming?
You look down the hall both ways before looking down. A small bag, tied closed, sitting perfectly infront of your door. When you pick it up, the bag is still warm, so it must not have been there for too long.
When you return to your phone, you see even more messages.
UNSAVED NUMBER: everyone thought it was a good idea so you dont miss dinner cause we be doing too much shit to miss out on food
He was right about that one; the days of training and missions had not gotten any easier, and energy was too important to start losing.
YOU: thank you, but how did you know where my room was?
UNSAVED NUMBER: tis a secret
UNSAVED NUMBER: wait that sounds horrible i promise im not a stalker
UNSAVED NUMBER: i just asked someone if they knew
YOU: that kinda sounds like what a stalker would say T-T
UNSAVED NUMBER: NOOOO IM SORRY forget what i said, eat well pls, gn!!
Ah, so under his collar, he was just.. a normal guy.
A funny one at that, with a personality? Nearly shocking for boys your age. The food was good too, with the
When you tell Itadori about last nights dinner, he raises his eyebrows in surprise.
"Huh, he made you that?" He asks, lips pursed a little. "Thats cool."
"What did everyone else have?" You ask him, as you two both put on your shoes from the school lockers.
"Inumaki made a different dish, a soup."
You had nothing like that- you got salmon and onigiri.
"Huh, thats not surprising." He says after you tell him, "Thats his favorite."
He.. had made you his favorite? and like.. actually made it for you, not just bought whatever from a store. He made something completely different- lighter accounting it being almost bedtime?
So.. he was considerate too.
After that, it didn't take long for the messages began to roll back and forth.
What turned from appreciation for his cooking, turned into meme sharing and tiktok sending, then.. into photos, of homework, of a cat brushing up against his leg on the street, a aisle of snacks, asking for what you want. In return, he got imessage games, where he would never lose, opinions on video games and shows, and hypothetical questions about his curse.
YOU: so lets say ur playing a video game
INUDUMBASS: which one
YOU: literally not important, anything competitive
YOU: anyways, ur playing right in a voice chat
INUDUMBASS: yes go on 🙄
YOU: and you start losing, can you say anything
INUDUMBASS: i try not to actively kill people on the mic so no
INUDUMBASS: it will still go through 100%
YOU: nobody said u had to tell someone to do that 😭
INUDUMBASS: clearly you have not been around anybody who is losing in a game before
YOU: god are u rlly that cringy??
INUDUMBASS: are you just finding this out??
INUDUMBASS: and no, i wouldn't ever do that kind of thing, i do have self-control, yknow
YOU: mhm totally
And maybe he did for online players, but he would not hesistate to make the phone drop out of your hands in the lunch room as you two played 8-ball from opposite sides of the table, just to fuck up your aim as you made a winning shot, turning the game over to his benefit.
It's okay, because you got your revenge pulling out the chair from underneath him, and watching him smack his ass on the hard school-floor, and resist not cursing in pain. He would still smile at you- eventually afterwards. He would roll his eyes, but accept the fair play anyways.
It was painfully obvious to everyone else that you two had something going on.
And maybe you didn't realize how much you were admiring him until the personality in his messages shone in him in reality.
Of course, communication was inconvenient but Inumaki wasn't dumb. One eye look told you everything you needed to know. He would snicker at Itadori's occasional mishap while training, then immediately lock in for his own, all the while never sending a mishaped word out of his mouth. And never using more of his curse than needed. Everyone knew he was trustworthy.
Nearly once a day, if he could, he made food (you thought about the first time he made it for you, specially for you, and it makes all his food taste even sweeter) and you watched everyone enjoy it, then noticed as he helped clean up- even though Maki and Megumi urged him to sit. Self-less, kind.
It was really the time on a friday night, after such a long week that everyone decided to ditch the movie theater to instead use the lounges tv (thanks to gojo, was totally decked out for the students), that maybe you start to notice Inumaki- really notice him.
You had been sitting on the food at one end of the long couches, as Toge sat at the other end, his legs draped over the arm rest as he rested his right side against the backrest.
You honestly don't know why you even kept on looking- it wasn't even that serious of a movie, yet he was so intently watching, sweatshirt not big enough to cover the usual half of his face, revealing the thin inky marks on his cheeks, leading to his lips.
He was biting the inside of his lower lip as he watched, probably an old habit back from when he was a kid- he had always been like this, he mentioned once. His arms were lazily crosed, and even his hair had been pushed so strands flicked upwards in tusseled ccondition. His greyish-violet eyes were reflecting all the action scenes, so relaxed but also, analyzing.
For the briefiest moment, you wished it was you that was sitting next to him, not Maki.
Or, the rest of the night, as you tried to focus on the movies, with your arms wrapped around your knees.
It was so odd to think weeks had passed, and suddenly, a boy that you had never known before and were scared to know, had become such a phenomenon in your life. A sustainable source of kindness and excitement that came from a boy that didn't even speak full sentences.
He made your heart flutter. As embarssing as it is. Would probably say it was embarssing, if he knew. Not like it was really ever that serious, right?
You two were friends, maybe an odd pair, but at the very least, very good classmates, and at the best, two people that loved to bully each other and talk even when words were a non-possibility.
TOGE: hey btw, you looked great tn.
YOU: lmao i looked like a bum
TOGE: well even if you did, it looked cute
TOGE: anyways, ima going tobed, im sleepy,, night night
was this really all in your head?
YOU: night night, toge :)
TOGE: :)))
It had to be.
The next morning was going to prove difficult for that insanity plea;
TOGE: i have nothing planned for today
YOU: you should be studying 😭
TOGE: nah, i should be hanging out with you
YOU: this is hanging out with me
TOGE: no like, hang out hang out
YOU: where? its too hot outside today
TOGE: in my dorm then?
YOU: with who?
TOGE: with you??
TOGE: At six, you should come hang with me, itll be fun
You swallow as you look down at your phone screen, and take your bottom lip between your teeth. That same feeling was coming back, but not out of any of the reasons before. This felt different. An excited giddiness with freckles of nervousness.
YOU: as long as you got the snacks, i wont miss it
TOGE: ill buy the whole store for you
Ahaha.. so funny right?
Somehow, it was starting to feel like the real joke was how well you were fooling yourself into thinking this was just friendly banter.
You found yourself showering and picking out a comfy outfit, braiding your hair and carefully selecting a perfume. You nearly caught yourself trying to replay the memory of getting dressed the night of the movie-party.
"hey btw, you looked great-"
You wish he could tell you to just stop thinking, would be doing you a huge solid. Especially as you approach his room, which you had found yourself wondering what was on the other side, when the boy stepped out from the door frame.
"Konbu." He waved, with a warm smile. His hair was pushed back from his face a little, and he had a white sleepshirt on, with some baggy grey sweatpants.
"Hi, Toge." You had never really called him by his first name before, and if he thought negatively, the small smile reaching his eyes disobeyed the thought.
He stepped aside and let you take your first look into the room- maybe you had not thought about it so hard, but it somehow made sense.
Band posters on some of the walls, poor taken photos of the second years and first years all together taped there too, an occasional plant dangling off a book shelf or window sill, a dresser, a little worn with character, sits nearby with a tv angled on its edge, towards the bed for easy viewing. A PS4 sits behind it, along with a headset, with the mic turned away from the front.
He has books sitting on his desk, an old fashioned hand-carry radio sits on one of its edges, and it makes for also a side table to his bed, sitting on a metal bedframe with blankets and infamous navy bedsheets.
Its springing with his character, and the smell of a refreshing cologne is in the air- the same type she would catch sometimes lingering as he walked by.
"Its not what I expected."
He walked by her to sit at his spinning desk chair, turning to face her. "Salmon?" He inquires.
"Well yeah, its just your style. With the uniform and your curse, it might not be so obvious to other people who don't know you."
He leaned back in the chair and looked up interestedly at the ceiling. Was that rude to say?
He takes out his phone, and a quick second later, presents the phone screen to you, opened to the notes app.
/i never thought abt it like that/
/well, i mean, i have but im glad you understand it, kinda impressive that you figured it out/
/or im just easily readable/
"That would be a good thing, right?" You leave the phone screen on, but puts it away from your view. "That your friends get to read you, despite everything. That means youve gotten good at what you do.."
Toge's lips quirk to one side as he thinks, and your eyes watch as his marks follow the corners.
He raises his hand to get a wishy-washy motion, and you furrow your brows. When he types, he stops you from picking up your phone aswell, only to present what hes wrote in the text box.
/Well, kinda. no matter what I do to express myself, its kinda hard to be fully understood. i miss out on a huge part of everyday life, even if people understand what idea im trying to get across, its atypical./
/no amount of tone or facial expression can amount to words and their complex meanings. i think i am actually really lucky that my curse does not extend to messages- i think id be screwed./
"I don't think its too different to what people really feel like though." You explain to listening ears. "Most people felt like they aren't totally understood, that people just don't get them totally.. but I understand that, you don't have much of a choice, and we take advantage of what we can do sometimes."
You watch his face change a little to settle on your features more- and you feel yourself being pulled into his attention.
"I think even if your curse had taken away your ability to communicate in ways you do now, youre still worth knowing, Toge. I think everyone agrees."
His eyes soften, and it nearly strikes your heart into a million pieces. His smile too, could he be anymore cute? He wasn't hiding it this time. He shows how much he appreciates your words in the flush of his cheeks and the way his palms meet together.
He lets out a relaxing sigh, and looks away, then his eyes light up to bags sitting by the bedside.
"Sujiko." He urges to look, pointing to the grocery bag, which seems to be loaded with stuff. You walk closer and grab it, then find yourself sitting down quietly on the side of his bed.
The bag is full of snacks and drinks, some previously mentioned in chats, like he had written them all down, and got them for you to see.
"You bought the whole store, huh?" You raised an eyebrow playfully.
A grin and a happy thumbs up in return.
As promised.
You spend the next few hours bambling about his bedroom, looking through all the semi-decent hidden school papers, and letting him explain all the pictures on the wall.
He explained things thoroughly, like each detail was inside of him, kept for safekeeping. His eyes would light up in such appreciation, and it almost felt natural when you were caught in his gaze. Like he could keep you for safekeeping too.
Of course, his PlayStation was clean and ready for use, and by the time you two had gotten the controllers out and opened Ramune bottles, the sunlight was long gone. Outside was quiet, but you two didn't care much as you two sat together, him letting you sit on the bed while he took the floor. Glaringly bright flashes of action splattered against the postered walls, and more than once, your playful nudge with your foot against his arm to mess up caused much whining and laughter alike.
His laughter was like an entirely different language, speaking of his delight. It was not a rarity, but still a treasure. It is infectious and only serves to remind you that he is just a teenager, and he is having so well-deserved fun.
Eventually, Maki knocked against the wall and shouted through muffled barriers "Inumaki, be quiet, I am trying to sleep!" the sound alarmed them both, but only created further snickering.
But, they turned off the game in a half-apology and instead put on some horror flick that was on a student-shared Hulu account, and you both settle down eating gummi worms and flavored popcorn.
Maybe it was being distracted by having such a good time, it takes the calm before the storm of the horror movie to realize Toge and you have gotten really comfortable on his bed, backs against his pillows. They smell like his shampoo.. or maybe you are just close enough to smell it off of him. It's soft, comfortable, and clean, and something new to your senses.
He is warm, you can tell. His body is close enough, legs crossed as they lay straight down on top of the duvet, but his arm supports his head, and is behind you on the pillow. He seems semi-entertained (of course, you had challenged him to watch a horror movie.. but maybe challenging a Jujutsu Sorcerer to not get scared was faulty logic. There were scarier things than makeup and bad wigs.)
You didn't wanna look at your phone- you didn't want to see the time and be guilty for staying so long, you knew it must be close to midnight. Would he tell you that you should go to sleep? Would he bring you back to your dorm and say goodbye at the door?
Ignoring the time for the sake of Toge's soft cologne and sheets? Sounded pretty selfish, although it made your stomach flutter.
"Am I keeping you awake?" It comes out as a whisper, and you lean in closer.
"Bonito flakes." He whispered back swiftly with a head shake no, tearing his eyes from the screen to you. He smiles a little, charmingly, as the flecks of violet in his eyes flash with the TV screen. This was the first time you saw them in all their detail, and it makes your heart skip a beat.
When you both turn away from each other, you can feel his arm shift from his face, and around the pillow you were laying on. It makes you shift inevitably closer.
His shirt bunches towards the side he is lying on, revealing the sliver of skin between the hem and the top of his sweatpants, toned and pale in the soft light. You try not to stare.
It makes you think. Was thing.. flirting?
Was the attraction to the cursed speech user simmering ever since the first message? Since the first time you saw him at the beginning of the school year?
Would anybody blame you? All those times when there was nothing to be scared of when he proved nothing less than just a great friend, kind, playful, selfless, and strong?
You knew that would never change- for as long as he was here and breathing. He wanted everyone to know that's who he was.
Who would blame you, as you let the feeling ride with sliding your hand to the middle of his chest? His white sleepshirt is soft after many rounds of wash, but what is even better is resting your cheek against his shoulder, right at the top where his arm meets, and you can feel his eyes glance at you. It feels like such a relief, although you wonder if this is really normal to be happy about.
"Is this okay?" You whisper.
In response, his hand slips away from the distance on the pillow behind you, and the pads of his fingers rest on your arm, hugging you slightly closer.
"Mhm." He hums in approval quietly, and his fingertips graze your soft skin, up and down slowly. "Salmon."
This tango had endured until the near end of the movie, yet you could barely pay attention to any of the plots because Toge was holding you so securely, and letting you trace circles on the middle of his chest, and the sound of his deep breaths were overtaking your thoughts anyways rather than the fake monster on screen.
You are nearly ready to close your eyes, when you can feel a squeeze on your arm, and when you open your eyes, you can see the same notes app in dark mode, with something written out.
/Are you tired?/
"N-No, not yet." You look at the time at the top of the screen. 12:49 am.
He seems amused by that, raising an eyebrow.
"You're just comfortable." You say as you both totally ignore the last few minutes of the movie. "It's nice being with you."
Toge looks at you like he wants to say something, pursing his lips as he smiles and glances away for a moment.
Is your heart racing? This is the best you've felt in weeks. Why does it feel like your stomach is fluttering?
He presents his notes again, and you honestly wish he could say them himself.
/When we first met, I honestly wouldn't think we would be so close. I am really happy we are. I feel like now is a good time to tell u, since we are alone./
Your cheeks feel like they are burning, and its your turn to look away in feble attempt to hide the flush arising.
"I am happy too." You begin to explain, "You're.. you're fun and kind.. you have always been so nice to me and listen to me snore on about classes and training. You watch all the stupid tiktoks I send you and ask for my opinions. I always feel like you notice everything and youre trustworthy. I can.. only hope that I am half as genuine to you as you are to me."
Toge nods in confirmation. It makes you feel like you're on fire, and the background music with the black credits screen cannot even pull your attention from him.
His chest was rising and falling right below your fingertips, and his face slowly focused on you, the tension feels so good and thick, that you honestly wonder how much longer you will convince yourself that normal friendships feel like this.
He was always honest with you. He deserved it in return, but it might be the most vulnerable you've been in years. He deserved that too- he had never held anything back.
"I think I like you."
The words leave your mouth before you even have a chance to smack yourself into reality. Instead, they sit between the darkness and him.
"More than just being friends."
His grip loosens just a tad, and panic seems to run through your body- he was not interested, you had completely misunderstood the situation.
"I-Im sorry-" You take your hands away and try your best to sit up from practically lying down. You were in a boys room, what were you thinking? You should get some space from him, so he doesn't think you a total freak. "I didn't-"
You can feel a tight bond around your wrist, keeping you right where you sit, and when you whip your head back, his eyes are wide with interest and warmth that you want to melt into a puddle of dumb choices. He opens his mouth, maybe to try to say something, but he considers it over and over again. When he feels sure you wont go, he lets go.
He raises a finger to his eye-
I.
both hands cover the center of his chest, cusping it almost-
Heart.
Finally, one last finger. Pointed at-
You..
Was he trying to say.. I like you?
Your body relaxes finally, and the urge to run away is still lingering, but you can't honestly say you want to. Not with how his eyes are flattering with some kind of emotion, his arms opening.
You can't hold back any longer. Your arms swiftly move around his neck as you envelop him so closely, and he instantly hugs you back, pulling you so close your lips meet the skin of his neck. He sounds like he is humming, his hands rubbing your back soothingly. You sit an appreciate his scent, the feeling of his skin, his warmth, for just a moment or two longer until he slowly departs from you, searching your face for any further comment.
"That's really.. really good to hear." You sigh out, with a bit of a smile, reaching to rub a weary eye; you realize he has taken your hand in the process.
He offers his own hand, letting it rub the corner were some wetness at resided, before letting the rest of his finger skin around you hairline, then through your strands of hair. He follows each motion, as he tries to comfort you.
Your hand reaches to sit atop his, and although its late and if someone knew you two were here together, not only would it at the very least be a detention and school clean up duty and at the very best, be a rumor the other students would talk about, despite this you honestly didn't care when the perfect boy was sitting right infront of you, with tussled hair and red lips, just like that night during the movie-party.
"I know its late." She started to say, but he quickly took out his phone again. "I won't keep you up anymore."
/you keep me up no matter what./
/atleast here i get to hear your pretty voice and see your face./
"What do you think about.. when you think of me?" You needed to know what he had been thinking of you all this time.
Instead of using his phone, his hands gently present themselves, and touch parts of your body chastely.
His hands travel from your palm, fingers skimming past your veins in a kind of silent poetry-
Your scars.. your freckles, your strength, your sunkissed summertime skin.
Then, he brushes past your shoulder to twirl around with your hair-
your beauty, the way you attract people.
Then up your face to your temple-
Your brain, your mind.
Then your cheeks-
Your flush, your sweet smiles.
Finally, the pad of his thumb grazes against your chin, right below your lower lip.
The way you speak, the way you are.
You can feel the urge in him, radiating off his lidded eyes and hesistant touch, quietly as he landscapes your being.
"You can, yknow." His eyes look up towards your gaze, "If you want too. If you are ready, of course-"
"Please," The words stilled you instantly, yet he continued holding your face more tenderly. They were soft and yet thick. "Kiss me."
The curse enacted on you, and although for a brief flash there was some concern in his face that perhaps it was too soon, quickly was dismissed when he saw you come closer by the help of his hand, and for just a moment held the proximity between your pairs of lips before slowly pressing close, your lips gently against his.
It was chaste and quiet on the outside, but it was like adding more gunpower to an already lit firework, the explosion of emotion surging your veins making you never wanting to leave.
His thumb was caressing the side of your cheek, it was making you dizzy with his attention. It was everything you had hoped for the moment you had even thought of him- to be close in every single way, to know every part of the perfect, strong, peaceful boy that you so clearly saw every day.
It felt like a dream, but at the very least, hoped you would wake up on his chest, with the Playstation off and the soft breathing of your boy in the air.
But instead, youre both here, and he is kissing you like he has won the lottery.
You both smile, until you couldn't tell when the kiss ended, and where the laughter began.
Surely, he was smart and kind and self-less and strong and all those things youd toss about in your mind at night.
But the idea that this may have never happened because you were too shy to say hello to the usually quiet and calm boy, made you feel like the stupidest yet luckiest girl in the world.
Maybe it was you that had won the jackpot, just by giving away a simple yellow post-it note.
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thank you so much for reading! this is only ending one. i have plans for a nsfw verison and an misunderstanding verison. please let me know if any of yall are interested!
see you later pookies!
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aestherin · 2 years ago
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privacy
34: one mistake
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When did it all start?
Ah, it was when he first heard your singing voice during eleventh grade.
It was the during the time of the day when most students would flock to the cafeteria, rushing to eat their fill after half a day's worth of academic torture. Even before then, he already disliked crowded and hectic places. And so, he went the opposite direction of everyone.
Turns out he wasn't the only one with that idea.
The sweet and enchanting voice of a nightingale was what welcomed him the moment he arrived at the school's courtyard. Not rushing to eat lunch just to hear this was worth it, he concluded.
He didn't even know your name at the time, for you two were not in the same class. And when you turned around — good lord.
Your face was beautiful, but it wasn't familiar at all. It was odd, how this was the first time he saw you. He thought for sure that with an appearance like that, if he had ever met you prior, he wouldn't be able to forget you.
Was the school really that big for you two to miss each other every single time?
"Oh. A person. Uhm, hi?"
Fuck. Even your speaking voice was attractive.
Kunikuzushi was damned.
And he has been, for many years. Even up until now.
The present him looked up at nowhere, quietly laughing at himself.
How pathetic.
'You've liked her since you were still students, and you still haven't got the guts to even confess.'
'You're both famous people now, hundreds of thousands of people — maybe even millions — wanting the two of you... yet you're still stuck simply being her friend.'
Boy best friend, he argued with himself. But Scaramouche himself also did not know if that was better or worse.
"I have arrived," he heard a smooth voice. Kunikuzushi instictively frowned. This? This was the voice of the man you fell for?
He almost rolled his eyes. He could do better than this guy in front of him. He bets Ayato couldn't even sing.
"Sit."
Ayato looked around the area but found no chairs. "Where?" All he could see was cemented grounds, ramps, and curves. Why did they have to meet at a deserted skateboarding area anyway?
Scaramouche smirked. "Ah, sorry. I forgot you're a rich boy. We can't have you sitting on the dirty floor now, could we?"
It was as if a tick mark appeared on the taller man's head. Feigning a smile, he breathed, "Did you ask to meet me just to insult me, bastard?"
"Wow. Was it that obvious?"
"No, not really."
"I'm just getting back at you."
"Pardon? I don't even know you, aside from you being a celebrity. This is the first time we've met and suddenly you say you're getting back at me?"
"Shut the fuck up. You insulted me first."
"Hah?"
"You getting together with [Name] so easily was the biggest insult I've ever received in my entire existence."
Oh.
Now, Ayato was no idiot. Of course, he immediately realized the underlying message of Scaramouche's statement. Was that why this man called for him? Did he receive news of their so-called 'break-up' and was now planning to tell him that he's going to pursue you now that you're not in a relationship anymore?
Ayato's eyes followed Scaramouche as he stood up from the metal rail he was previously sitting on. Meanwhile, the shorter one looked and turned away, seemingly looking at a distance.
"I knew it was all fake, by the way," he started. "She accidentally tweeted about it on her private account, and I got to see it before she deleted it."
"Since when?"
"That was even before your drama was released."
"That was a long time ago. You knew yet did nothing?"
Ayato was confused. If Scara had feelings for you, why didn't he act on it even after he found out that the thing you had for him was all a fraud? It was not something that he could comprehend.
Not with his way of thinking.
Kunikuzushi, on the other hand, begged to differ. He believed himself to have done the right thing.
He has already kept his affection for you to himself for several years, surely a few weeks, months more wouldn't be that big of a deal, right?
And so he stayed. Stayed observing, kept contemplating — remained being just a friend.
"Of course, the thought of having her for myself crossed my mind at that moment..." He smiled fondly. "...but I still didn't go with it."
He suddenly turned around, not giving Ayato the opportunity to retort.
"Because despite the fact that it wasn't real —"
Scaramouche sighed.
"— even the archons know how in love she was with you."
That left him speechless. For a seemingly inconsiderate and rough guy to say those words...
How can he remain calm? Another person who has romantic feelings for you just told him about your sincerest sentiments for him.
"Why are you —"
Ayato cut himself off with a forced gag.
"What the fuck?" He glared at the man who just punched his gut. He unconsciously hovered his arm over the pained area; though it wasn't too powerful, the sheer unexpectedness of the punch was enough to make it sting.
"Just because she loves you doesn't mean you get a pass. My anger won't vanish quickly, airhead."
Airhead?
Did... did he just insult me?
Me?
Yours truly?
This made Ayato raise a brow. "Oh?"
"Why not punch me in the face then? Scared?" Ayato challenged with a devious grin.
A sarcastic laugh was not what he was expecting in return.
"Are you dumb? With my strength, I am more than capable of landing a punch on your face that would take more than weeks to recover," Scaramouche smirked. "What if [Name] sees it? And her, being the angelic being she is, would ask you about it. Then you, being the conniving blabbermouth that you are, would tell her my name."
The fuck?
"She would be mad at me. That's the least thing I'd ever want."
"So that's why you punched me in an area that isn't visible."
"Precisely."
Ayato made a face. After a while, he attempted to get back at the other man with a punch too, but failed miserably. "Oh? Why are you hitting me back?"
"What kind of question even is that?"
"I thought you knew you deserved that punch in the gut," Kunikuzushi stated in a matter-of-fact tone, both hands inside his pockets. To Ayato, it seemed like the man in front of him was bigger than him at the moment. He was sneering down at him.
"You hurt her. So I punched you."
Yeah, I really did.
Backing down and lacking argument, he opted to just sit down on one of the skateboarding ramps. "Remind me why we had to meet here out of all places again?"
"This place..." Scaramouche followed his actions, sitting on the ramp opposite of him. "This place is special to me and [Name]. I used to skateboard often when I was still a student."
"She would always come to me with drinks and snacks in hand. Then, unofficially, this became our weekend hangout spot."
"So, you've liked her since... you were students?"
Kunikuzushi hummed.
"How come you've never told her in that whole time?"
"I'm a coward," he chuckled. "I didn't want to lose what we have. I was afraid that we would stray apart from each other once I do."
Ayato could do nothing but smile sympathetically. "I bet you wrote songs about her."
"Albums," Scaramouche corrected him.
"Damn."
"Yeah. Damn." Ayato felt the return of an intense glare. "I wrote entire albums for her then you had the audacity to hurt [Name] enough for her to end your relationship despite being deeply enamored with you? Wow. Tsk, tsk. Talk about a big jerk."
"I'm aware," he sighed. "Now, can you stop with that? Unless you really only called me out here to make me realize how much I messed up — which let's be honest I really did, and I honestly deserve every single shit you throw at me, but —"
"Glad to know that you know."
Ayato frowned.
He sensed a shift in Scaramouche's mood. He assumed the other was getting serious now. "I called you here because I want you to fix this mess... and to ask you a favor —"
"— I'm leaving [Name] in your care."
"..."
"However," The man pointed at him. "One mistake, Kamisato. One mistake and I'll make sure she'd want to spend her lifetime with me instead."
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privacy — ayato x reader smau
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NOTES -> that was long im sorry ahfbdhd -> also scara pls be mine instead🥹🙏
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jenoslutie · 1 year ago
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a dreamy christmas: an nct dream collab
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  Welcome to A Dreamy Christmas Collab, where a group of friends come together for a festive holiday celebration. Each participant in the Secret Santa exchange will be responsible for bringing in a present for the person whose name they’ve drawn. But with the friend group you’ve got, a group of 7 horny guys who think it’ll be funny to play a little prank on you. The 7 of them decide on all becoming your secret santa. While you take on the challenge to find the perfect present for the person who’s name you picked out, your friends are on a mission to each give you the best fuck of your life. As Christmas approaches, get ready to find a present for Renjun while also getting fucked by your friends during the days leading up to it. 
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ೃ࿐ A Dreamy Christmas Collab has 7 slots for all 7 dreamies! 
: ̗̀➛ each fic will be basically the member trying to be readers best present aka "the best fuck of her life" as hyuck calls it.
: ̗̀➛ minimum word count is 800 words! 
: ̗̀➛ each fic will contain smut. 
: ̗̀➛ must be over the age of 18 to join
: ̗̀➛ please make sure to have a discord account (preferred) or have your tumblr dms open so i can contact you on there! 
: ̗̀➛ fics can be posted anytime until december 31st
: ̗̀➛ i am super flexible with ideas so please feel free to share any ideas you have too :D 
HOW TO JOIN? 
❥ to join, send me a message on tumblr with the member you have chosen as well any ideas you have in mind for the fic (cuz im nosy and i wanna know hehe) and i will let you know if that member is taken or not! I am very flexible with the members so i’m okay with the same member being done more than once! 
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✧ LEE MARK - @be-my-sunrise
✧ HUANG RENJUN - @perfumejamal
✧ HUANG RENJUN - @thesafecafe
✧ LEE JENO - @jenoslutie
✧ LEE DONGHYUCK -  @calibabii21
✧ NA JAEMIN - @taeilteller
✧ ZHONG CHENLE - @lowkeyjaemle
✧ PARK JISUNG - @taexoxosgf
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hihi another collab coming your wayyy hehe. i hope this one goes as well as the last one woo. if u have any questions pls lmk :D happy reading!
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magics-neptunes-things · 11 months ago
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I wish I was here
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Hi guys!
This is a new Luna's story. I got the idea during the awards evening by seeing the different comments under the photos posted by the official accounts. It tires me to see people shouting at the separation as soon as Lucy is less than a meter from Keira so I dare not imagine what can think Lucy and Ona x)
Also I don't know if Coco is a boy or a girl, sorry if I misgender this poor dog?
Enjoy!
TW : Angst
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Staying in Barcelona while her girlfriend participates in one of the most prestigious ceremonies for women’s football is no doubt a bit frustrating, but Ona try to look not upset when it was time to say goodbye to Lucy before she leaves for the airport. With their relationship still not officially confirmed by anyone, it was in Lucy’s apartment that the two young women said goodbye. As Keira is also on the trip, Ona must guard Narla, the dog that Keira and Lucy took together, in addition to her own dog Coco. Fortunately, the two dogs get along wonderfully and had the time of their lives during their trip to Andorra.
After getting the two dogs out, Ona returned to Lucy’s apartment. Coco having already come several times in Lucy's apartment, he knows it better than what Narla knows Ona's. And even if Ona also knows this apartment very well, she can’t help but feel a little alone tonight. Without the presence of her girlfriend, everything seems a little more sad and less interesting.
Sitting on the sofa much too big, even for a person accompanied by two dogs, Ona turns on the television and takes her phone to scroll on the various social networks. She responds to some messages and takes the opportunity to order food. If she likes to cook for or with Lucy, when she’s alone it’s a little different. But her diet is supposed to stay wise and followed, so she opts for sushi.
A few minutes later, her face glows with a big smile when she sees Lucy’s picture on her phone screen. The fullback asks her for a FaceTime and Ona doesn't hesitate a fraction of seconds before answering. Lucy’s face appears, already ready for the ceremony.
"Holà bonita!" says the happy English.
"Hello. How’s it going?" asks Ona while sitting cross-legged on the couch.
"Good! I’m a little late to be honest but I wanted to show you my outfit before you see it on social networks"
"Oh, a sneak peak just for me? I appreciate it" smiled Ona.
Lucy smirk at her answer and backs up the screen so that the youngest can see her entire outfit. And Ona feels her jaw fall. Of course, she’s the first to know how stunning her girlfriend is. But she honestly didn’t expect that.
"Oh fuck me" whispers Ona, her eyes sweeping Lucy’s outfit and body.
"Do you like it?" smiled Lucy as she carried the phone up her face, so that she could look at Ona.
"When are you coming home again?" asks Ona, the mind a little elsewhere.
"During the night" Lucy chuckles as she rolls her eyes, then turns around. "By the way, my parents and brother are here."
Lucy’s laughter extends to seeing that Ona blushed violently when hearing that her in-laws and her brother-in-law are also present. Had she known, perhaps she would have chosen other words to express her admiration.
"Hello Ona!" made Jorge with an amused smile, sticking his head to his sister to appear on the screen.
Despite her embarrassment, Ona managed to exchange a few words with Jorge and her in-laws, before the Bronze had to hang up to get to the party. If a smile remains on Ona’s face after the call, it fades little by little by seeing the different comments on the videos and photos circulating on the evening. Again, Lucy’s name is attached to Keira's, despite the many clues that the four (with Laura) left on social networks.
Seeing the hate that Laura received during her last post of the year, Keira even had to delete the comments section. This is largely what caused Lucy to post nothing at all on her side. But reading comments certifying that the former couple formed by Lucy and Keira is still current is harder to bear tonight. Probably because Lucy’s not with her.
Ona has never complained about this to Lucy, the Spanish knows perfectly well that her girlfriend has nothing to do with it and that she is far from asking for this situation. Ona also knows that this situation is burdensome for everyone and doesn't want to add difficulties by taking things too seriously.
Aitana being also at the party, Ona finally decides to call Salma to change her mind. The young attacker is also a close friend of Ona, despite their age difference. If Salma realizes that Ona doesn't seem particularly on a great mood, she doesn't make comments and is content to talk to her constantly, about everything and nothing. And Ona is extremely grateful.
After the phone call and her sushis, Ona takes the dogs out one last time before going to the bathroom to change. She follows the ceremony with her phone and if she realized that Lucy tried not to position herself next to Keira for the official photos, they were sitted next to eachother. That, too, should not bother her. But in truth, the Catalan would have liked to be able to accompany Lucy. Even if she is far from comfortable in this kind of ceremony, to which she has never been invited. (We will talk about the fact that Ona is cruelly underrated by everyone another time)
After a quick shower and brushing her teeth, Ona returns to the couch to launch Netflix. She sent two messages to Lucy to inform her of the progress of her evening and a photo of Narla and Coco sleeping on top of each other, but nothing more, not wanting to look too needy either.
It's late when Lucy calls Ona, but she doesn't sleep yet, waiting for news of her girlfriend.
"I wondered if you would answer" state Lucy.
"Why wouldn’t I?" Ona asks, frowning. "It’s late, I thought you might sleep" "I wanted to hear your voice" Ona confesses in a timid tone. Lucy thinks that it probably shouldn’t make her so happy, but it does. The rest of the conversation goes through Lucy who explains that they are already on their way to the airport and back to Barcelona. With Fifa having awarded them a private jet, they will be in Barcelona in a few hours and at home just as quickly. But as the conversation progresses, Lucy realizes that something is off with the Catalan. Her answers are brief, her tone evasive and she has a hard time giving her some laughs. "What’s going on, Bonita?" ended up asking Lucy "Nothing... I���m just tired" mumbles Ona, her fingers playing with her dog’s hair. "Are you sure?" "Mhm" replies distractedly the brunette "That’s not how I feel" Lucy distinctly hears Ona sigh softly, making her frown. Ona doesn't hesitate to talk to her about what she usually feels, both having discussed at the beginning of their relationship about the importance of communication in a couple. "It’s nothing Luce, it’s really stupid" "If it bothers you, it’s not stupid Onita" Lucy points out. Despite the fact that the discussion between the two young women isn't made out loud, Lucy is in the car with Aitana, Keira and Cata. It's therefore almost impossible that they don't hear it, despite the fact that they are all three discussing together. But Lucy’s worry drives her to keep trying to find out more. "There are comments that I saw on social media that bothered me a little, that’s all" ended up answering Ona. "Comments about what?" Lucy already knows the answer, but she nevertheless prefers to ask the question rather than assume things.
"You. And Keira. Your relationship, all that. There are those who say that if you were sitting next to Keira it’s because you’re together and if you stood away from her in the photos it’s to not attract attention. Those kind of things."
Lucy remains silent for a few moments, not really knowing what to answer. What she does know, however, is that she doesn't particularly like the turn this discussion is taking.
"Maybe you were right after all, it’s a bit stupid"
Lucy’s answer may be a little too abrupt, drawing Aitana’s curious gaze on her at the same time. Ona, meanwhile, answers nothing.
"You know very well that it's not true, Ona. I thought you were a little more mature and able to ignore these comments"
"I’m sorry" mumbles the Spanish woman rubbing her forehead, thinking that she shouldn't have talked about it and kept these confessions to herself.
A new silence is born between the two young women, however very different from those, comfortable, that they share while cuddling in front of the television or when they are in the car for the training.
"We are at the airport. I’ll write you when we take off" Lucy says.
"Ok. Have a safe flight" mumbles Ona, before hanging up.
Lucy remains silent after the phone call, not realizing that her three teammates exchange looks and communicate in this way. Unlike their arrival, their return isn't filmed and the different photographers or representatives aren't with them. There are only a few security guards in the van, but they are installed in front of and behind them. Jona and others members from the staff are in their own conversation behind them.
The Englishwoman still hasn’t said a word when she settles in the jet, with Aitana sitting beside her, Keira and Cata facing them.
"Everything's okay?" ended up asking Aitana.
"Yeah" Lucy groans as she looks out the window.
Deciding not to beat around the bush and waste their time in this conversation, Aitana decides to go straight to the point.
"I heard your conversation with Ona" begins the Ballon d'Or winner, attracting a new grunt from Lucy. "Did you argue?"
"Not really" ended up sighing Lucy leaving the window with her eyes to shift her attention to Aitana. "She mentioned comments from stupid fans"
When Aitana nods and the other two remain silent, it catches Lucy’s attention again. If she looks at the other two with a suspicious look, it's to Aitana that Lucy talks when she resumes speaking.
"What? Did she talk to you about it?"
"No" sincerely answers Aitana shaking her head. "But I know if she told you about it, it’s because it’s been working on her for a while, Lucy. I’ve known this girl since we started kicking a ball. She’s neither jealous nor possessive. If she told you, it must have been really hard for her at the time."
"You know how she is" adds Cata, sitting in front of Aitana. "She’s the kind of person who wants to deal with things on her own. She even tried to end a match with a concussion a few years ago."
Lucy makes a grimace, remembering the reflections she saw at the time. This dates back to a few years ago, when Ona played with Manchester United.
"I know" Lucy replies, not necessarily a fan of friends knowing more about her girlfriend than she does. "It’s just frustrating. These people don’t stop with these comments and I don’t know what to do to do well. If you post, there are hate comments. If you don’t post either."
With a compassionate smile, Aitana gently taps her on the knee, secretly happy not to be in this kind of situation.
"Weren’t you supposed to send her a message?" asks Cata
"Shit"
Lucy quickly grabs her phone to unlock it and write to Ona, while the flight crew seems to make the final preparations. The plane is already launched on the runway when she finishes.
"You know" said Keira after they took off "I don’t know if I could handle that, if I were in Ona’s place."
Interrupted again in her thoughts, Lucy reports a surprised look on her ex-girlfriend.
"What do you mean?"
"Every day she sees her girlfriend, you, talking to her ex, me. She herself has to bond with this ex, always me, and she does it very well. She has truly never been anything but adorable to me. She sees us talking everyday, because we still friends. And she must be constantly subjected to the headless theories of people who continue to hope for some reason that you and I are still together."
Lucy remains silent for a few seconds. She is obviously clear with all of this, but hearing it out loud and added side by side is different. Her eyebrows are frowned when Aitana speaks one last time.
"Would you see yourself playing on the same team as her ex? Watching her chat and laugh with Ona almost every day?"
"No" Lucy immediately says.
"You half murdered Feli when we played her and her team, and your relationship with Ona wasn’t even a few months old yet" smile Cata.
Lucy rolls with her eyes as she hears Cata’s amused tone, but her gaze shifts to the window once again. Cata is right, all she was able to think at this time is that Feli had Ona at one point in their life. Before her eyes there is only dark, the lights of London having disappeared long ago. She doesn't need more to realize that the other three are right and an intense sense of guilt seizes her. She should never have spoken to Ona the way she did. And her throat gets a little knotted thinking of the Catalan, alone in her apartment.
A few hours later, Lucy delicately opens the door of her apartment. Ona responded to her message saying that they were taking off, but didn't respond when she told her that they had landed. Lucy’s rational side makes her say that the Catalan is just asleep, but her brain hasn’t stopped working for three seconds since her conversation with her teammates and she can’t help but wonder if Ona is just mad at her.
After dropping off her things at the entrance, Lucy goes into the living room and feels her heart melt in front of the scene that takes place in front of her. Ona is lying on her tummy under a blanket on the couch, deeply asleep. Her long hair obscures part of her face and a very slight snoring escapes from her lips with each breath. Her face is illuminated by the lights of the television screen. Coco is tightly hugged, Ona’s face buried in the dog’s hair. Narla is lying on Ona’s legs.
Lucy laughs softly when she sees that new stones are on the coffee table, adding to the great collection of her dog. The sound wakes up Narla who stretches on Ona’s legs before rolling and changing sides to fall asleep again. The movement makes Ona moan gently in her sleep and pushes her to bury her face even more in Coco’s hair.
Delicately freeing Coco from Ona’s embrace, Lucy rests him on the couch alongside Narla before passing her two arms under Ona’s body to lift her from the couch.
"What’s going on?" mumbles the Spanish in a sleepy voice when Lucy puts her on her bed.
"Nothing Princesa, everything's fine" Lucy replies in return, kissing her forehead before gently covering her.
But when Lucy gets up to go to the bathroom, Ona gently grabs her arm.
"Can I have a hug please?"
Sleepy or tired Ona is particularly cuddly, which Lucy has always found adorable. But tonight, the English girl has the impression that there is a little more than that. The guilt at the memory of the tone she talked to her coming back in her mind, she hurries to lie beside Ona and wrap her arms around her.
She lays kisses on the head and the sleeping face of Ona, who smiles softly at this surge of affection. Ona closes her eyes and start to fall asleep again.
"I am so sorry" whispers Lucy, her lips pressed against Ona's temple after having observed the young woman for a long time.
Surprised in her phase of falling asleep, Ona opens her eyes again and slightly turns her head in Lucy's direction to observe her. She doesn't move an inch, keeping her face as close as possible to Ona’s.
"What are you talking about?"
A slight worry is audible in Ona’s tone and Lucy prefers not to wonder where the younger’s mind is running away. Instead, she responds directly, the things she wishes to tell her prepared for tens of minutes in her head.
"About what I told you on the phone and especially the way I told you"
"Oh" just mumbles Ona before shrugging her shoulders "It doesn’t matter. You’re right anyway"
"No Ona, I’m serious"
Lucy takes off from the Latin, causing her to pout and frown. Passing a finger between her eyebrows, Lucy applies herself to relax her skin before resuming speech.
"I shouldn’t have said that"
"It doesn’t matter, Luce, I swear-"
But Lucy interrupts her, putting a finger on her lips. Ona rolls on her back, still frowning.
"Let me speak" says the English woman "I should never have said that to you and told you like that. You have the right to have insecurities and even more need to talk about them. And if you need to talk about it, I want you to do it with me because I want to be there for you. I’m sorry I was so hard to you when you brought it up"
Still driven to silence by Lucy’s index finger on her lips, Ona listens wisely to what her girlfriend is saying to her. Yes, the dry tone that Lucy replied to her briefly squeezed her heart, before she tried to become rational again. Ona thought Lucy might be tired from her evening.
"I’m annoyed by these kinds of comments, and I think I reacted that way because I liked the idea that it doesn’t affect you. You’re important to me, Ona, you’re the most important. And I hate the idea that someone or something might hurt you."
Ona remains silent, always, eyes plunged into those of Lucy. She still remembers perfectly the first time their looks crossed, at the wedding of their common friend.
"But I thought a lot about what Keira and the girls told me on the way back and…"
"You talked about our relationship with Keira?"
The emotions on Ona’s face are hard to decipher, but the fact that she reacts about that before everything else catches Lucy’s attention.
"They more or less heard the conversation we had, I was in the car with them"
Ona groan softly, not really appreciating the idea that their couple problems can be discussed among other people. Even though she knows she can trust their discretion at least from Cata and Aitana. She wouldn't say that she's close to Keira, but she gets along well with her and has always managed to talk to her without any prejudice.
"The three of them defended you" Lucy quickly informs her, pressing her head on her hand, now that she is on her side while Ona is lying on her back. "And they were right. You seem to be living through this situation so well that I sometimes forget that it must not be easy every day for you. If there was one stupid thing tonight it was my behavior."
Rolling on her side, Ona thoughtfully bites her lip before answering her.
"I just want everything to be as easy as possible for everyone."
"I understand. But you must not forget yourself in the process"
Ona makes a famous pout of her composition for simple answer. And Lucy knows perfectly well what the brunette who faces her thinks. Sighing softly, she begins to draw the freckles on Ona’s face with her finger.
"This tendency to sacrifice yourself for others can be worrying, you know?"
"Only for those who deserve it" Ona replies, closing her eyes under Lucy’s caresses on her face. "The ones I love"
Her closed eyes prevent her from seeing Lucy break the existing centimeters between their faces to put her lips on hers, but this doesn't prevent her from smiling against her lips. A sigh of well-being escapes her and her hands attach to the fabric of the clothes that Lucy still wears, the same ones she wore for the ceremony.
"You’re the strongest person I know" Lucy whispers a few minutes later, her forehead leaning against her girlfriend’s.
"Let’s not exaggerate" laughs Ona gently, mixing her legs with Lucy’s.
"I’m serious. Do you know many people who would play on the same team as their girlfriend and ex at the same time? I wouldn’t be able to."
Surprised by this statement, the question can now be read in the chocolate eyes of Ona.
"If you kept talking to your ex, I’d have a hard time, but just imagine that you have to live next to her and talk to her every day… I think I would want to kill her, honestly."
"Are you jealous, Lucy Bronze?"
The surprise gradually gave way to the fun on Ona’s face and voice. This makes Lucy roll her eyes, even if she cannot retain a smile.
"Maybe" simply answers the English.
This seems to suit Ona, since she gets even closer to Lucy, sticking her entire body against the English’s. A silence passes, during which Ona takes the opportunity to soak up the smell and sensation of Lucy’s skin against hers.
"It’s easy because I trust you" Ona says. "You make me feel safe and cared. Tonight was a little more difficult because you were far from me. And I wish I had been with you"
"I wish you was here too" mumble Lucy before adding "At least you can admire me in my outfit anyway"
Ona laughs softly, running her hands over the fabric, soft and light under her fingers. She would have liked to see her put on these clothes, but to have her lying in front of her is not so bad.
"It’s even better in real life"
Lucy smiles again before pressing her lips against Ona's, holding her against her during the kiss that extends a little. Then, she gets up from the bed, causing the surprise of the youngest.
"Where are you going?" Ona asks while sitting on the bed.
"Undress and shower. Want to come help me?"
"We’re supposed to get up in four hours for training" Ona replies, looking at the time on her phone
"Your choice"
Shrugging, Lucy turns her heels to go to the bathroom. It doesn't take more to Ona to throw herself out of bed and almost run after her girlfriend.
"Coming!"
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Moonlight- LH44
A/N: No I will never get over this GIF
Warning: smut with a little angst if you squint
This was inspired by the song Girls Just Wanna Have Some - Chromatics. You don't understand how much I love that song right now. Im going to do more song-based stories because these ideas are cooking for real.
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Girls, they wanna have fun
“What is this Carlos?” 
“Baby come on” he sighs putting on his shoes 
“No what is this? I mean you hide me from the world, telling people we are just best friends but  is that all?” 
“We are friends. I have to go to the track, we can talk about it later. Don't forget your pass.” He says as he walks out of the hotel
Friends don't touch each other like we do
-
“Y/n” someone calls from behind as I walk towards the Ferrari garage 
“Lewis” turning to the man walking up
“Haven’t seen you without Carlos in a while” He says hugging me close. I knew Lewis had a crush on me for a long time, he even asked me out on dates but somehow Carlos was always around to prevent me from answering. 
“Yeah…sorry,” I say unwrapping my arms from him.
“For what?” He asks tilting his head to the right.
“For ignoring you for Carlos,” I reply continuing my dreaded walk to Ferrari.
“He’s your best friend, I understand” He replies following after me 
“Now more like just a close friend,” I say getting to the garage and earning a confused look.
“What do you mean by that?” He asks but somehow Carlos appears as usual knowing I won't tell him in front of Carlos he drops it to greet Carlos. 
“I’ll text you later,” I say avoiding Carlos’s confused look. 
“Yeah, well it was nice seeing you guys but you know, need to head over to Mercedes.” He says turning around not waiting for a response. 
“What was that?” Carlos asks 
“Nothing,” I reply walking away from him to sit where I will be for the rest of the race. 
“Drivers room?” He leans down asking as I look at my phone not daring to open my messages with Lewis near Carlos.
“You got a job to do” I reply earning a sigh
“I got time” 
“Focus on the race” I reply still scrolling on Instagram.
“Fine” he mumbles walking away from me, taking the chance I quickly explain to Lewis what was going on not expecting a response till after the race. I was surprised that he read it right before I could escape the message and responded.
“Y/n, you’re my friend, and I'm putting my feelings for you aside. You're not being seen as a person to him, you’re an object he uses anytime. I care about you but I respect your choices, you need to decide whether you are getting what you want from him or not. I will be your friend no matter what” 
Of course, Lewis was real about the situation, making the decision easier.
“You’re right, after the race is over, I need to leave.” I texted back 
“You know where you’re going next?”
y/n: Back home in Monaco 
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Closing the messages, I open Twitter looking at fans posting pictures of me ignoring Carlos for my phone already. Some defended while others were upset if only they knew what was going on. 
Lewis: Ignore what they're saying about you, You know the truth and you're going to do what's best for you. 
Y/n: I'm trying to, I'm going to deactivate my main socials once I leave. Only use my private accounts but even then I’ll ignore them.
Lewis: You know I'm there always, anytime. 
Y/n: Thank you Lew
Lewis: Of course
Turning off my phone finally I look up watching them start getting ready for the race Alex comes to sit with me putting on the headphones with me doing the same. Charles came over to get a good luck kiss from her with Carlos following behind but did not stop by me. Turning back on my phone, I text Lewis once again:
Good luck Lew, be safe, please. 
Hitting send before once again turning off my phone. 
-
The garage was erupting with joy as Charles came in 2nd place with Lewis in 1st and Max in  3rd, Alex pulling me with her as goes to greet Charles. 
“Good job,” I say smiling to Charles as he lets go of Alex. 
“Thank you Y/n. Carlos is probably in his driver's room” He replies assuming I would be going to comfort him. 
“He’ll be fine, it's not about him right now,” I say smiling at him before he’s taken away again. Feeling a buzz in my pocket I look down to see a message from Lewis. 
Lewis: I guess you’re now my lucky charm.
Y/n: Congratulations Lew
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“y/n,” Alex says pulling me towards the ceremony. 
“What's going on with you?” 
“Nothing,” I say while shrugging not trying to convince her. She attempts to push further but the ceremony starts. 
Lewis stands on the tallest spot holding the trophy up in the air before looking down onto the crowd. His smile widens when he looks toward where Alex and I stand, cameras immediately follow his gaze to me causing my face to heat up.
-
Moving my stuff back into my suitcase, I go through the big hotel once again making sure I have everything with me. This situationship with Carlos can't go on anymore, I'm mentally exhausted from trying to be with someone who doesn't want the same thing as me. Carlos stopped messaging and calling me after last night when I refused once again. 
Lewis: Are you leaving today?
Y/n: yeah, I'm following through with the plan. 
Lewis: Text me when you get home so I know you're safe
Y/n: of course 
-
Y/n: Im home safely 
Lewis: Good, I'll be in Monaco in a few days, see me when I get there.
Y/n: yeah, where are we going?
Lewis: how about we take Roscoe on my boat and just hang out for the day?
Y/n: Sounds good to me, I miss the baby boy
Lewis: I think you want to see him more than me
Y/n: No I love you both equally
Lewis: Sure, get some rest. I’ll see you soon.
-
Staring into the water I feel Lewis's presence behind me. 
“You know how to swim right?” 
“Yeah,” I replied looking back at him and seeing the smirk on his face. Quickly clocking what he’s about to do I try my best at pleading him not to.
“Lew no, no!” I shriek as he picks me up tossing me into the cold water. I feel him dive in near me as I break the surface and wipe my face so I can open my eyes. He breaks the surface immediately doing the same as me then pulling me closer to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around my waist securing me tightly to him. 
“Rude” I pout earning a chuckle from him causing me to turn the pout into a smile. 
“You looked like you wanted to swim.” He says shrugging moving one hand to my thigh and pulling it to wrap around his waist. Now holding onto him with my arms and legs, his hands go back to my waist but lower. Looking into his eyes they shift between my eyes to lips, “I want to kiss you” he states watching my face for a reaction. 
“Why not do it?” I respond tilting my head to the side and smirking. 
“It’s not a good idea…” he trails off looking away from me putting his head to the crook of my neck. 
“Sounds like you don’t believe that” I counter
“Your situation with Carlos…” 
“Who said I still want him?”
“What do you mean” he asks, the feeling of his lips brushing against my neck making me tighten my grip on him slightly. 
“You saw how he treated me, why would I still want him? Maybe I want someone else” The last sentence made him move his head to look at her. Looking between her lips once again, “god Lewis just kiss me already” I groan out getting impatient but he doesn’t need to be told again cause his lips are on mine. Hugging me even closer to him, his right hand drifts to my butt grabbing it. Moaning a little into the kiss he sticks his tongue into my mouth. 
“We should probably go back onto the boat with Roscoe,” I say pulling away from him to go to the ladder. 
“Ladies first,” he says allowing me to go up first. 
“Just say you want to see my ass next time” 
“So there’s a next time” 
“Of course” I reply going over to where Roscoe lies on the couch in the shade. “Hey baby boy,” I say in a baby voice scratching his head. 
“Why don’t you greet me like that” Lewis says watching her interact with the dog
“Your daddy is jealous of you Roscoe,” I say still paying attention to said dog. 
“I’m not jealous but you can keep calling me that,” he says with a smirk causing me to raise an eyebrow at him. “Just saying” he shrugs sitting next to Roscoe also petting the dog. Thinking of an idea, I walk up to Lewis straddling him. 
“So you want me to call you daddy huh?” I ask tilting my head down slightly at him. 
“Coming from you…it’s nice” he responds rubbing his hands on my thighs. Dipping my head into the crook of his neck I start kissing up and down it. He grips my thighs pulling even tighter against him. Removing my lips from his neck I peck his lips before shifting to get off him. Tugging me back to him my heat brushes against his now hardened dick making me breathe unsteadily for a second. “Should go back” I say with our lips barely touching. 
“Who is it that you want now?” He says not letting go or moving further
“You already know Lewis.” 
“Say it” he replies almost like he’s out of breath. 
“I want you, Lewis. Only want you” I tell him, he pulls me into a deep kiss. Wrapping an arm around my waist and a hand on my butt pulling me to grind on his hard dick. “As much as I want to do more, Roscoe is right next to us,” I say looking over at the sleeping dog. 
“You’re right” he sighs like he’s giving up. “We could do it in the kitchen or the bedroom you know” 
“Lewis!” I shout making him laugh
“I’m only kidding love” he replies kissing my shoulder before letting me go. 
“Come back to my house?” He asks moving to steer the boat. 
“Of course” I reply going back to cuddling and scratching Roscoe. 
-
“Go lay down,” he tells Roscoe after taking his harness off him. 
“You come here,” he says looking up at me. Moving from the doorway once I’m close enough he takes my hand in his, “Let’s finish what you started”. Pressing his lips to mine he lets go of my hand wrapping an arm around my waist and the other hand behind my neck. Letting go of my lips, he kisses down my neck making me grip onto him more and whimper. Kissing my lips softly before pulling me into his room. Taking my phone from me, tossing it onto the bed, Immediately going back to kiss me, pulling the bottom of my shirt up. Taking it off the rest of the way, he follows my actions looking down at me with blow pupils as he realizes I had nothing under the shirt. 
“Fuck” he whispers pulling me closer to him, then pushing me down onto the mattress. Moving to be above me he attacks my lips once again. Kissing down to my neck, to my collarbone, stopping at my boobs. Putting one in his mouth and squeezing the other with his hand causes me to moan. Letting go of my boobs, his free hand moves to the loose shorts I had put on while he harshly kisses my neck. Tugging the shorts slightly before I shift under him telling him to move so I can take them off.
Once they’re off I’m left naked in his bed, he does the same with his shorts going back on top of me. Quick to put his lips on mine, his hands wander across my body while I pull him closer. His right-hand makes its way onto my pussy. Rubbing it before putting his fingers in caused me to moan into my mouth. 
“You’re so fucking beautiful” he pauses resting his forehead on mine. “I’m so selfish, if I could have you all to myself I would. No one ever touches you like I do.” He says curling his fingers in me making me moan while looking up at him. 
“Make me all yours then” pressing my lips to his, reciprocating the kiss back. His fingers start working harder making me moan in the kisses more. 
“All mine.” He states while moving to my neck leaving marks but I can’t care, right? “My good girl” he adds curling his fingers again. 
“Lewis please fuck me“ I moan out wanting nothing more than to also please him. 
“You want me to fuck you?” He asks pulling his fingers out leaning back, pulling my hips signaling for me to turn onto my hands and knees. Rubbing my entrance with his fingers and tip, he repeats his question. “You want me to fuck you, love?” 
“Yes,” I breathed out “Please” I added. 
“Good girl,” he says pushing into me finally. We both moan as he slowly enters, “taking me so well”. He starts to gently and slowly thrust into me being careful. No longer being tense from the initial intrusion I push back into his thrusts. Taking that as a sign he starts moving faster, leaving us both moaning and groaning from the pleasure. 
Feeling my phone buzz somewhere on the bed slows down but doesn’t stop. 
“Who’s the fuck is calling?” I groan out feeling him lean over he grabs it reading the name. 
“Carlos is”
“Ignore it, block him after you fuck me,” I say while pushing into the slow thrusts. 
“Answer it,” he says handing me the phone
“Why?” 
“Just do it,” he says pushing in hard.
“Fine” I moan out not wanting to still. “What” I answer 
“You’ve been ignoring me.” He states 
“Oh oops,” I struggle out while he picks up his pace, putting his hand in my hair he tugs my head back so he can what he’s doing to me.  
“I miss you” 
“No you don’t” I breathe out trying to hold in my moans. 
“I do, I miss my friend, I miss our time together.” 
“You miss the sex” I groan out which could be mistaken for annoyance and unknowingly to him it’s from pleasure. 
“What’s the difference?”
“God you’re fucking pathetic” groaning out again trying to hide the pleasure Lewis is causing me. 
“What are you doing right now? I’m in Monaco right now”
“Not home, busy actually” I breathe out 
“Too busy for me?” He asks hope to get what he wants. Lewis getting tired of trying to be quiet grabs the phone. 
“Yeah, she’s a little doing other things you know?” He says finally fucking me harder and louder making me moan. Before Carlos could say anything he ended the call tossing the phone aside. Pulling me up towards him more by my hair, “You’re such a good girl huh?” 
“Yes,” I moan out louder. 
“Yes…” he trails off slamming himself into me. His other hand grabbed my throat. 
“Yes Daddy” I moan out making him groan. 
“All mine, only mine” he states letting go of me, allowing me to go back to leaning on my arms. Pulling out he turns me onto my back, he reinserts himself into me. “I want to watch you cum on my dick.” He says using one hand to rub my clit and the other to grope my boobs. 
“Lewis, I’m close” I moan out harder
“Yeah, fuck me too. You’re such a good girl, taken my dick well.” 
“Fuck cum in me please” I moan out as he leans forward pressing kisses up my chest to my lips. 
“You want me to cum in you?” 
“Yes, please” again moan into his kiss “I’m going cum”
“Cum on my dick” he states fastening his pace both hands and thrusts. Tighten onto his dick, arching my back as he continues his thrusts. Not longer after my release he comes, painting my insides with his cum. Pulling out he collapsed next to me, pulling me into his side. 
“I mean it, I want you to be my girlfriend” Lewis breathes out after catching his breath slightly. 
“I want to be your girlfriend” I reply looking up at him. Smiling widely he kisses me hard holding me closely. “As much as I want to lay with you, we need to get cleaned up.”
“You’re right, come shower with me baby girl”
The cameras that followed him felt like they weren't even there, he never moved far from me when they were around him. 
Some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world.
He jumped at the chance to show me off at the races. Holding my hand as we walked through the paddock, pulling me closer for pictures and only letting go to greet people but his hand quickly found mine. Becoming his girlfriend was the best decision I have made. 
 This race, in particular, went on the anxiety was up, Max leading with Lewis following behind and Lando in third. Crossing the finish line he jumped out running over pressing his lips to mine immediately, “Told you, you are my lucky charm.”
“Congratulations amor, Te Amo”
“I love you too,” He says hugging me as close as he can. “I have media stuff to do, wait in the motor home,” he says before walking away.
Some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the world,
I want to be one to walk in the sun. 
“Are you serious with him?” The voice of Carlos speaks up before I can slip into Lewis’s room. 
“Yes,” I say walking away feeling like I’m going to throw up…again actually. 
“What about our friendship?” He asks pouting 
“I don’t know, I need to go though” I sigh trying to get to the motorhome faster, feeling worse. 
The second I’m in the home, I lay on the bed with Roscoe coming up to my stomach. Nudging me slightly for pets rest his head on my stomach now. Drifting off into a nap until I’m woken by Roscoe’s growling. Opening my eyes and looking at where he’s growling it’s the door where his dad is coming. 
“ cálmate Roscoe” I groan feeling sick once again. 
“Roscoe it’s just me” Lewis speaks out walking closer, Roscoe now standing to protect me. 
“Roscoe it’s your dad” I groan again wanting nothing but silence so I can focus on not getting sick. This time he lets up moving to lay back down with me close to my stomach again. 
“Baby you okay?” Lewis asks brushing hair away from my face
“Yeah,” I quietly say with my eyes closed. 
“Are you sure?” he asks getting concerned. 
“Just not feeling great” I answered hoping the conversation would go away. Of course, it wouldn’t. 
“When we get back to Monaco, you need to see a doctor. Most of the time now you don’t feel good. I’m concerned.” 
“I know mi amor, I will. I want to go to the hotel and nap, go celebrate with the others mi amor.” I say finally shifting upwards. Slowly getting up from the bed Lewis is quick to make sure I’m walking alright. 
“No I’ll stay with you,” he tells me, not having the energy to fight him I just nod. 
-
The flight home wasn’t much better but some solace in it was that I was going to the doctors soon to figure out what was going on. Lewis holding me close as Roscoe will let him, “Just got to get through today then you're going to know what’s going on” he mumbles into my hair. 
“Mhm,” I agree, keeping my eyes shut and avoiding any lights. 
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“I’ll be okay amor,” I tell him finally opening my eyes to look at him. Pressing my lips to his cheek, “I love you” I mumble still placing kisses on his cheek before settling my head onto his shoulder once again. 
“I love you too, are you sure you don’t want me to drive you? I just want you to be safe, I don’t have to be in meetings tomorrow.” He asks again 
“Lew, I promise I can handle a short appointment. It’s probably something like chronic migraines. It’ll be fine, stop worrying and I will tell you what they say”
“Okay okay I will stop mi amor” he replies giving up and cuddling into me rubbing my back. Roscoe quickly noticed, coming up between us. “Roscoe come on buddy, again?” Lewis sighs but gives in to what the dog wants. 
“Do you want to stay with me tonight?” He asks earning a nod from me
-
“Congratulations, you’re going to be a mother. Other than that, the tests came back fine. It’s probably just morning sickness seeing as how you are only in your first trimester.” The doctor states making my heart drop, I’m going to be a mother and Lewis will be a father. We’ve never talked about it, we’ve only been together a little over a month. 
-
Going home first I shower then change my outfit to something loose. Looking in the mirror I finally notice I do look bloated but not much. I pick up my phone and keys before going back to Lewis’.
Walking into Lewis' apartment, Roscoe is quick to greet me at the door. Trying to wag the tail he doesn’t have so he’s shaking his butt excited to see me. “Hey baby boy,” I say quietly squatting to his level scratching his ears. 
“Hey baby,” Lewis says walking into the living room from the hallway. 
“Hey amor, thought you were going to go to meetings,” I say looking back at Roscoe who flopped to his side. 
“They were canceled, how was the doctor?” Asking the question I was dreading. Standing up from where I was squatting feeling I slight dizziness I pause rubbing my head. Lewis quickly makes his way over holding my face, “what’s wrong” he asks getting concerned. 
“Might want to sit down” I say looking up at his concerned face. Letting go of my face pulling me to the couch with him. Watching my face closely he speaks up, “Baby you’re scaring me just tell me what’s wrong”
“Okay okay” I sigh pausing and looking at Roscoe who got up between us again. “You’re going to be a father, surprising,” I say quickly making a shocked face. 
“You’re-“ pausing “Pregnant? You’re not fucking with me right” he breathes out. 
“I’m serious, amor,” I tell him still unsure of his reaction, but he smiles now. 
“I’m going to be a father” he repeats excitedly, “I wouldn’t want anyone else to have a family with” putting his hand under my chin causing me to smile. 
“I love you” pressing my lips to his 
“I love you so much” murmuring into the kiss. 
-
For the next 2  and a half months, Lewis and I move in together while looking for a house to buy. His words were that he wanted the baby to grow up in a nice house where it could grow. Lewis was adamant about hiring movers so I didn't stress my body. The past few race weekends I spent inside, in general, I've been inside. I'm not hiding that I'm pregnant but not shouting it at the top of my lungs. Plus the first stages of pregnancy were hard on my body.
This is the first race in a while that I decided I could attend announcing that we are going to be parents.
“Baby, are you sure you want to go?” Lewis asks as I get ready to leave the hotel with him.
“I'm sure Amor, besides Alex, will be there in case I need something,” I reply moving closer to him, putting my arms around his neck. “Stop worrying so much about me and worry about the race,” I tell him while pecking his cheek. 
“Fine but I'm still going to worry about you guys” He replies letting go of me and grabbing the keys, roscoes leash, and keycard to the room. 
-
The media were quick to snap pictures of us walking together hand in hand. The second they notice the bump the flashes start to go off faster. 
“Y/n” Alex shouts seeing me again for the first time in months. Letting go of Charles she starts walking fast over to us with Charles following with Leo in hand. “Oh my god, I didn’t know you were pregnant” she squeals hugging me before letting go, looking at my bump. Lewis and Charles greeted each other while watching us,  “I’m the godmother right?” She asks with a serious look
“If you want to be then yes” I giggle making her excited. 
“I have to go to the garage, call me if you need anything. Come to the garage before the race starts” Lewis tells me wrapping an arm around my lower back and leaning to kiss me. 
“I will” I reply pecking him and taking Roscoe from him who is happy to be with me. Turning back to Alex Charles is also making his way to the Ferrari Garage leaving Leo in Alex’s hands. 
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me” she marveled walking further into the paddock. 
“The only people I told were our families and of course Wolff family as well” I comfort her.
“Have you picked names at all or know the gender” 
“No, and no, haven’t thought of names and choosing to wait to find out the gender.”
“So a surprise?” 
“Yup, but we should start thinking of names. We’ve been so busy with the house-buying process  that haven’t stopped to think of other things.”
“You guys are buying a house” she excitedly asks.
“Yeah, we want the baby to have a childhood home. Should be another month until it’s ours officially”
“Oh my god please tell me you’re going to invite some people over to see it.” She asked getting excited again
“I think we will” I smile 
“I don’t want to dampen the mood but have you seen Carlos yet?”
“Haven’t bumped into him yet, haven’t even spoken to him since the last race I attended.” I shrug. 
“I’m going to the Ferrari garage now, do you want to come with me? I don’t want to stress you out.” She asks concerned
“I’ll come with, I was friends with some of the mechanics so would be nice to see them again,” I reply looking back down at Roscoe who’s staring at me. Walking beside her a Mercedes admin is coming up to us. 
“Y/n, we want to film some content with Roscoe right now, do you mind if we take him?” Nodding I had the leash over to her smiling at the confused dog. The admin pulls the leash to get his attention but the dog doesn’t budge.
“Roscoe go with her baby,” I tell him waving not being able to bend down to his level safely here. Finally, the dog sadly waddles with the admin. 
“You know a lot of people say their dogs became extremely protective of their owners when a baby is on the way,” Alex says petting Leo’s ears. 
“Really?” I ask thinking about the time when Roscoe got in between Lewis and me or even stood guard randomly. 
“Yeah I guess so”
“That makes sense oh my god. Remember the last race I attended?” I ask her 
“Yeah”
“Well I bumped into Carlos while I was starting to feel sick, I went to Lewis’ motorhome to lay down. Roscoe came over to cuddle and when Lewis was trying to come in, Roscoe was going crazy. He was barely allowing him to come over to me.” I explain 
“Aw oh my god, you guys have the cutest family already”
“I know” I giggle being cocky with her rolling her eyes jokingly. Stepping into the garage handing Leo to Joris to take him to Charles’ driver's room. 
“Y/n” one of the mechanics shouts looking up from the car, “we heard the rumors you’re going to be a mom!” He continues looking at my bump,” So it’s true!” 
“Yes baby Hamilton coming soon” I laugh rubbing the bump. 
“The baby’s going to be a Ferrari fan correct?” Another asks crossing his arms 
“Of course, it’s dad will be your driver next season, and besides everyone is a Ferrari fan at heart,” I replied, earning a laugh and excitement from them. From behind one of them, I could see Carlos standing watching our interaction. “As much as I would like to stay, got to go to Mercedes. I will see you guys again soon and more next season” I say happily making my way towards the exit. 
“Y/n, do you want me to drop you off?” Alex asks concerned much like Lewis
“I will be okay” I confirm hugging her and kissing her cheeks. Letting go I make my way towards Mercedes. 
“Y/n” the one voice I didn’t want to hear speaks up, ignoring him I try to keep going towards the garage. “Y/n wait come on”
“Carlos please leave me alone” I groan.
“I just want to know something, is it his?” He asks making me annoyed. 
“Yes Carlos it is, wouldn’t have been anyone else”
“Are you sure?” he asks not believing me 
“He is the only person I’ve been with for how long I am. Now leave me alone” demanded walking off faster. The second I’m in the garage, Lewis is focused on a screen, I sit with Susie Wolff who looks concerned seeing how upset I look. 
“Hey, everything okay?” She quietly asks trying not to gather attention, especially from Lewis. 
“Just bumped into Carlos and he tried implying that Lewis isn’t the father. I told him there’s no chance it’s someone else’s. It’s not even a big deal but just- you know how pregnancy hormones are” I sigh still trying to be quiet. 
“Of course, I’m always here for you.” She says rubbing my knee making me smile at her. Leaning back into the chair I pull my phone out to see Lewis and I are trending with pictures of us together. “Bringing back your socials?” Lewis asks over my shoulder. 
“Think so, maybe make an official announcement” I smile turning to look up at him in his race suit already.
“I support whatever you do” he states pressing a kiss to my lips. 
“Alright, lover boy time to get in the car” Toto comes up putting his hands on his shoulders. 
“Alright alright.”
“I love you” pressing another kiss to my lips before letting go. 
“I love you too”
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“Lewis Hamilton taking the Italian Grand Prix win, Verstappen in second, and in Charles Leclerc. This win is big for Hamilton as this is the first race in a long time that his pregnant girlfriend has attended.” 
Lewis runs over to the team hugging everyone before taking me in his arms, “all for you and our baby” he says muffled from the helmet. Kissing the front of it I let him go do his after-race interviews. Quickly met up with Alex again for the podium ceremony holding hands with her as we stood in the front with Ferrari, Redbull, and Mercedes teams close by us. Lewis standing on the highest podium holding the trophy in the air before kissing it. All eyes were on him but his directed only on me. Smiling I said “I love you” making him smile harder before doing it back. 
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Y/nofficial: Baby Hamilton coming soon
LewisHamilton: My girl and our baby❤️ te amo
-y/nofficial: te amo❤️
Daniel Ricciardo: no more having to listen to him whine that you rejected him
-LewisHamilton: now just me simply for my girl
-Y/nofficial: who taught you that?
-LewisHamilton: I’m not old
-LandoNorris: lies 
Charles_Leclerc: if Alex is godmother then I’m godfather right?
-y/nofficial: haha
-Charles_Leclerc: RIGHT???
-LewisHamilton: don’t worry you are
-landonorris: why not me
-danielricciardo: Lando you’re a baby yourself, I should be godfather
-georgerussel: I should be
-Yukitsunoda0511: I should be
User1: not them fighting the be godfather 
-landonorris: it’s an important title, more than world champion 
-user2: LANDO LMAO
User3: Lewis and Y/n becoming is something I didn’t know I needed. 
User4: Carlos crying right now 
-Liked by LewisHamilton 
User5: Y/n is back and announced she is pregnant! I’m crying, you’re crying, we all are crying
-user6: Confirmed
-user7: Confirmed
I wanna be the one to walk in the sun
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AN: requests are still open for all drivers, if I don't do yours then I might be struggling with ideas. I will try my best to get around to all.
Ofc also if you want more F1 friends my requests are there and we can become mutual.
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anniesannex · 1 year ago
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You’re So Art Deco
Chapter one
Sugar daddy !Johnny Cage x reader
Description: you are a struggling college student who needs some cash. Your friend suggests a sugar daddy but you wouldn’t do that. Right?
A/n: this is literally my first time posting my writing like ever so I’m a little nervous to be doing this.
With a dramatic sigh, you enter the dorm you’ve been working so hard for you’ve barely had to relax in. Between school and work you’ve barely had time to sleep. Luckily you had a day off the next day.
“Bad day?” Grace asked as she brushed her long golden locks. “I don’t know why you don’t just quit that shithole (Y/n).” Of course she wouldn’t.
“Because I need the money Grace.” You sigh as you take your hair down. “Or else I can’t cover what my scholarship doesn’t.”
“You’re literally killing yourself though.”
“Grace.” You Sighed. “I love you but I don’t want to engage in this conversation right now.”
“If you need the money I’m sure my dad ca-”
“I’m not taking money from your dad, Grace. I appreciate that you worry about me but I can’t.” You pull out a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. Shedding the uniform for your shitty minimum wage job.
“Can you at least tell me what happened today.”
“The usual, rude people treating me like I’m fucking stupid, my manager being a sexist freak, and of course that guy who keeps trying to hit on me came in.”
“I fucking hate that guy.” Grace spat. “You sure you don’t want to come out with us tonight (y/n/n)? It’s not the same without you there.”
“I’m exhausted Gracie, as much as I’d love to I can’t.” You got your laptop to work on your school work.
“Why not get a sugar daddy?” Grace suggested. “It’s definitely help. Plus you can get to bang some hot dilfs.” She winked as you rolled your eyes.
“Girl I’m not getting a sugar daddy.” You sighed. “By the way where’s the Tito’s?”
“I just got a new bottle, it’s in the fridge.”
“Thank you so much.” You grabbed it out of the fridge and opened it. “You’re literally the best person ever. Y’know that?”
“You seem to tell me that a lot. Thank you (y/n).” She smiled. “But take it easy with the Tito’s tonight. I don’t wanna have to put you to bed again.”
“I will.” You paused to take the shot. “Have fun tonight. Tell them I said hi and that I miss them.”
“Will do.” Grace grabbed her bag as she left the dorm. As you continued to work to you thought more and more at the idea of having a sugar daddy. It would definitely take a load off you. After the debating the pros and cons you signed up for a dating app meant to find sugar daddies.
“I really hope I don’t get fucking scammed.” You sassed to yourself as you made your username. Once you had an account you looked through all the possible matches you had. None of them really piqued your interest as you looked through them until-.
“Ooo he’s kinda hot!” You exclaimed as you ready his username and bio.
Johnny, 49
@JohnC95
Sagittarius
6’1
Hobbies: martial arts, long walks on the beach, and looking in the mirror.
Looking for someone to spoil ;).
You had clicked to accept him as a possible match when the words ‘it’s a match!’ Appeared on screen. It was only a matter of seconds until the first message came in.
@JohnC95: ‘well hello there gorgeous. It seems like we’ve matched.’
@y/n:’ it seems like it haha.’
“What the fuck is going on right now?!” You thought out loud.
@johnC95: so what are you doing right now?
@y/n: working on course work and drinking.
@johnC95: she’s educated I see. Also are you old enough to be drinking?
@y/n: I’m old enough. So what are you doing?
@johnC95: sitting through dinner w/ execs. Discussing my next film. Although I’d rather be w/ you, doll ;).
Film? You wonder what he does.
@y/n: that’s sweet of you. What do you do?
@JohnC95: I’m THE Johnny Cage.
Johnny Cage? That’s definitely a scam. You were rolling you eyes as you typed.
@y/n: I don’t believe you. send pics.
@JohnC95: better yet why not FaceTime?
You blushed at his boldness but typed as you got up from your bed.
@y/n: what abt the ‘execs’?
@JohnC95: said I had to take a call. They can wait on me.
@y/n: just let me get into something that isn’t pajamas and I’ll be on the phone.
@JohnC95: will do doll!
You look in your closet for something that was cute. It had been a while since you were in something other than your work uniform or pajamas so you had forgotten what most of your closet looked like. You had been rummaging around until you found a black dress with a red jacket a pair of tights and leg warmers to go over heeled boots. After putting that on you spent a little time on your hair and put on a little makeup before typing.
@y/n: I’m ready ‘Johnny’.
Within a few seconds the laptop had begun ringing. You nervously hit answer, wondering who was going to be at the other end.
“Wow you’re gorgeous.” Johnny spoke as you sigh out of relief for not being scammed. “See I’m really a big ol’ pile of sexy goodness.”
“Thank you Johnny. Sorry about doubting you.” You apologized.
“It’s fine, so what are you drinking?” Johnny asked.
“Tito’s. Just titos.”
“Wow straight vodka, you are bold.” Johnny paused. “What’s your Venmo?”
“My Venmo?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s (y/n)14. Why?” You had questioned.
“Just check it. In two seconds.” Johnny’s face had be taken over by a fuzzy screen as he seemed to be doing something on his phone. As you pulled out your phone to check your Venmo.
From JohnC95
$600.00
“For talking to me on the phone.”
“Johnny, I can’t accept this.” You started “I’ll se-”
“I want you to have it. I like you, (y/n).” Johnny looked sincere. “But I should go. I’ll talk to you very soon Doll.”
“Good night Johnny Cage.” You smiled. As the call ended and you got ready for bed again. You wondered how in the hell managed to find Johnny Cage on a sugar daddy dating app. Wasn’t he like married? You decided to look it up as you got back into bed.
“Christina Ford and Sonya Blade. Both divorced.” You spoke. A new dilemma came across your mind in how the fuck you were gonna tell Grace.
“Oh fuck.” You groaned at the thought. Before you heard a ping from your laptop.
@JohnC95: goodnight Doll, sweetest of dreams :).
You thought of a response back as you put the money into your account. It would help towards paying for college.
@y/n: night, Cage. Enjoy those Hollywood executives.
You flopped your head back down on the pillow as you heard the door to your dorm be opened.
“Holy shit. The night I had.” Grace sighed. “You were right t-”
“I FOUND A SUGAR DADDY AND ITS JOHNNY CAGE!”
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like-rain-or-confetti · 3 months ago
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Listen can you make one with blackmask and the other rogues find out that some random college student made a dedicated sub reddit fan account that just posts random supportive messages and borderline wtf how did that bitch know what i ate last night or what body wash I use 😂
www.wtf-
When did the Internet get so scary?
TheRiddlerLover88: Convinced my parents to paint my room Riddler green 😍
Quackingduckquakes: If there's no Penguin fans in the world then I am dead x
Quittakingallthegoodusernames: spank me Two-Face and then send me to jail, thanking you.
HarleyQueen04: AYO, I heard Roman Sionis uses a new cologne. Internet do your thing, I need to spray down all my clothes with it x
N0turfanboi: low-key penguin can bend me over and-
It was a nightmare. Stuff of pure nightmares.
IamBatman96: guys, I found the same jacket Roman Sionis wears.
Igivemetheick: send pics or it didn't happen.
IamBatman96 sent an image.
Igivemetheick: ...omw.
Candyblues92: wait if I burn one half of it would I have Two-Face's jacket? Asking for a friend x
There truly was such a thing as too much Internet and no one dared to go too far into the rabbit hole.
Black Mask: He hated that the most commonly asked question on his thread was where he lived. He also hated how many were dangerously close to figuring it out. Apparently, triangulating his businesses and club gives a rough idea where he lived. Apparently he had to move because he just read one of these crazy bitches just said they wanted to feed him pie with their hair in it. He took out his phone sending an account URL to one of his goons. 'Make sure this one never finds me.' He'll appreciate the support...from the other side of the planet for safety.
The Riddler: The Riddler had hoped for some kind of decent intellectual discourse to laugh at. Instead he got nightmares. He saw a lot of discourse about his fingers. About how long they were and somehow that brought comments about how...skilled...he must be in various things. Then people were volunteering as tribute- whatever that meant- but then someone said. 'BRB, writing the fanfiction right now x' and that comment got too many likes for comfort. 'No man has pulled off green before the Riddler and no one will pull it off after the Riddler.' Finally the voice of reason has arrived. The riddler soon types up a response. No one knows its him but he'll argue with everyone until everyone sees things his way. It's practically a public service. He's educating the masses more than the pathetic excuse of an education system ever will.
Victor Zsasz: "I'd polish that bald head any day of the week, daddy. Hm. Good to know." Victor said aloud as he read. After some scrolling, he cracked a smile. "Aww SniperKnife really loves me." He never makes himself known on the Internet. Never cared for it beyond the occasional funny pet video. However, that username popped up all the time. It made him smile. Even on the hardest of days he could rely on SniperKnife to cheer him on. He read another. "What that gun do tho? ...well someone struggled in English class." He hummed. "Poor kid doesn't even know what a gun does."
Two-Face: First of all- he and Roman don't shop in the same place and how dare those little assho- ahem. He was a little salty after someone started a thread asking what the difference was between Two-Face and Black Mask and all anyone coukd really come up with was that Two-Face was burned and Black Mask...wore a mask. Which turned into people questioning what made everyone sure that they weren't the same person if one was masked. That sparked a debate before someone pointed out their different heights. That Two-Face was taller. That then turned into people analysing the heights of doors and other surrounding objects to determine each person's height. Then someone through off the conclusion by mentioning stilted shoes. He didn't really care who supported him or not. He found the public to be flimsy anyway so he never really notices the regulars.
Penguin: Who the hell started the rumour that Oswald was raised by penguins? And why is it STICKING!? The next thing was how big was a certain appendage and someone did some anatomical research to determine very much in his favour. That was definitely his favourite part of the conversation. He chuckled. "Oh Babycakes224, you're this close to getting a job." There was a pause. "Oh wait this one wants to buy me a boat!" "Eh?" A bartender asked. "I want to motorboat him-" "boss that's not what that means!"
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my-unorthodox-life · 3 months ago
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okay can i vent for a minute? get real personal with all y'all?
i've been a tumblr user since i got my first tablet at age 12, over a decade of having at least one active blog (usually more) so it's safe to say i've both gotten my fair share of hate and found ways of using this app to benefit me and keep me detached from this hate
currently i have 4 active blogs, my main where i do the typical reblogging and updates on my fanfics, this one where i post like a proper blog and reblog jewish things that matter to me, my mental health recovery blog where i talk about my eating disorder and ptsd, and my adult one where i reblog fun sexy stuff and chat about the struggles of dating as sex positive people with trauma.
all very important to me and all have various levels of anonymity when it comes to knowing about me as a person. some have my name, some a nickname, one just my age. plus various tidbits so people know what to expect from my posts and what we can chat about, basic blog rules essentially
in the past few months as antisemitism has gotten more and more common place i of course get more anon hate, i don't turn of inboxes since i do get nice stuff from time to time, and that's kind of the territory of running a blog (i had a trans rights one in the age of kalvin garrah, i think i'll live)
out of those four blogs the one that gets the most antisemitic messages, i mean full paragraphs of truly vile ramblings that read like a nazi fever dream, is the one for my mental health recovery. a blog that i block all but mutuals on, meaning either a stranger or someone i've interacted with is sending these messages
i've started replying to them, cause i feel if they want to be mean and make a fool of themselves i might as well let everyone see (poor guy keeps sending me weird reviews of "my" wattpad fics. i've never had a wattpad account but this doesn't seem to stop him), but what gets me is that blog has the least personal information on it. no name or nickname, no hobbies or interests listed, nothing about what i do for work beyond "pet care", and the only mention of my religion or politics was one post that joking about how my mental health often gets worse around the high holy days (very demure, very mindful)
and yet that's the blog that gets straight up death threats, not even disguised as anything else, just straight up calling me a pig who deserves to burn. not the personal blog where i've posted about israel and palestine, or about dating while religious, or hell even this one that might as well be a "i'm a sensitive jewish minded person! thoughts?" blog.
no the one blog that people feel safe harassing is the nondescript recovery and relapse blog. that's where people feel comfortable.
and it makes me sad, not because of what was said, but because it *was* said. that there's people out there comfortable enough in their bigotry to go up to someone and spew vile hate like it's nothing, but only of course if they can't put a name or face to the person they're talking to
what this reminds me of is when i was in high school i had an art teacher who didn't stand for antisemitic jokes, and there were a lot in my school. one day a kid just asked him "Mr.Dexter, are you a jew?" and his response really stuck with me. he said "It doesn't matter, maybe I am, maybe I used to be, maybe my wife is. But you shouldn't not say mean things just because you don't want to get in trouble, you shouldn't say them because you know it's wrong. If you didn't know, you wouldn't ask."
and i think that really sums up all these trolls i've seen running through jewish blogs or even ones that casually mention it, they know it's wrong but the aren't saying it to a jewish face, they're just saying it to the idea of judaism
these people wouldn't walk up to you on the street and look you up and down and say half of what they feel comfortable typing, but here where they can not only hide their face, but seek out a target that has hidden their own they've found a way to give themselves free reign to say and do whatever they want. to them it's not a person on the other side of the screen, it's the strawman caricature of a jewish person, out here just for them to yell at to get whatever anger they have out of their system
of course there are some people who would say truly despicable things to a random person on the street, but cmon is that person really on tumblr hunting through buzz words to send hate?
anyways i know the compassionate thing to do would be to pray for them to heal what's hurting them so bad, but yanno what, they can suffer a bit first
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HI GUYS MOD HERE IM SO SORRY
Another quick Daily Nyarinder coming soon! Plus… a challenge? 👀
An explanation for my absence + details on an upcoming Daily Nyarinder event under the cut!!
So kinda personal bt my therapist left her practice unexpectedly so I got off my adhd and depresso meds at the same time as I was moving to another house and I just… really lost steam and haven’t had the energy to work on this project orz
i love cotl with all my heart! But my main fandom is svsss (shout out to kamkamquats on twt, this blog was inspired by their dailybingpup!! 💖) and trying to move all my shit over from twitter to bluesky so it doesn’t feed Elon Musk’s ai has also taken a lot of energy that would have been spent drawing for both cotl and svsss.
Additionally, last time I checked this blog I got some anon asks trying to pull me into fandom wank. The admin of this account is a grown adult with a spouse, a house, community protests to organize/attend, cosplays to make, a startup business to take care of; online fandoms are my comfort place and have been since I was 13, and as such I resolved years ago to stay away from fandom drama and just do what makes me happy. I’m really used to how chill and sweet svsss fandom is, so it was kinda startling to remember that younger fandoms are very drama-prone. I deleted those messages, but it still left a sour taste in my mouth whenever I came back to this blog.
As such, I’ve been on a break. And I probably will continue this hiatus until things settle on bluesky and I can spend more time on my friend’s cotl discord server to get my motivation back.
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THAT SAID, I hope to do a little daily nyarinder art challenge for anyone who still follows this blog! Instructions and rules will be posted separately later today, but the idea is thus:
“YOU, dear reader, are just as wonderful, creative, and capable an artist as any cultist here. What do YOU want to see in Daily Nyarinder’s escapades? Pick up a craft and get creating! Use whatever you’ve got—whether it’s a fancy tablet, ibispaint on a touchscreen phone (that’s how dailynyarinder has been made so far 👀), a pen and the back of a receipt, needle and thread, hook and yarn, scrapbooking paper and scissors, a word doc and a keyboard, a camera, etc etc etc. Whatever medium brings you joy and renews your belief in our benevolent God of Death, this humble Narinder blog calls upon you to make and share a Daily Nyarinder post of your own!
Skill level doesn’t matter in the face of creativity. Whether you’re a renowned oil painter, a fanfic author, a newbie artist, or a kid who just really likes cats, all offerings are encouraged and welcome!
As for content rules, the Nyarinderverse is full of strange and unusual things; anything goes! HOWEVER, since this is a sfw blog and is followed by lots of minors, I’ll ask that if anyone participating decides to draw nsfw content, please make sure it is appropriately tagged and locked behind some sort of link—whether it’s a link to twitter, privatter, or elsewise. Any NSFW that isn’t hidden from immediate view will not be reblogged on this blog. If and when I reblog potential nsfw content, it will be tagged “NSFW” BY ME BY AS WELL so that my followers can filter it out if they need.
Any characters, ships, potential squicks or triggers, etc should be tagged appropriately.
Please know that this blog will never, EVER harass or condone/encourage harassment based on what you make, but as the mod I retain the right to not reblog works that squick me out personally. This doesn’t mean you shouldn’t make them; it just means they might not all appear here.
Works may be posted separately under the hashtag #DailyNyarinderChallenge or submitted to this blog!
Finally, and most importantly, HAVE FUN!”
^^^ the challenge text will be reposted with some promotional artwork later, but does this sound like it would be a fun event? Let me know what you think.
Look forward to the resolution of the current daily nyarinder arc this week! But then I’ll likely go back on break again until things settle. 💖🐈‍⬛
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y3esy · 3 months ago
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Addressing Fco’s response/goodbye post
For context, this is the guy I made a thread about a couple days ago. Read the original document here. The screenshots of his goodbye post will be posted below.
Post below the line, cuz this is gonna be long.
Other important links
First thread: https://x.com/y3esy/status/1841952767369158702?s=46
Official beware post: https://x.com/y3esy/status/1842348294409765298?s=46
Situation update: https://x.com/y3esy/status/1842371625418727448?s=46
Additional notes: https://x.com/y3esy/status/1842587650479530052?s=46
Twitter thread on his response: https://x.com/y3esy/status/1844355082835591201?s=46
[I talked a lot about this situation, I was fairly upset the way he handled it 😭]
Notes/claims/debunking
CLAIM: He claimed he was harassed by MULTIPLE people that I sent after him
This is not true. Me calling him out was a one man mission. Although I had the support of my friends who I had confided in before making the thread, all of whom were adults who knew FCO in the past, I did not encourage them to post about him or go after him. Throughout this entire situation, I did not interact with FCO a single time. Although a few of my friends did speak up without me asking them to, they didn’t harass him, they told him to stop avoiding the truth and admit to what he did. I don’t see how this is harassment, as no one witch-hunted him or continuously attacked him. I was the only one involved in this and I take full responsibility for everything that I have said, but it was only me. Anyone else who said anything said it of their own accord. I do not condone harassment.
CLAIM: I am against NSFW and FCO ruined my childhood
I am not in any way against NSFW. I think it has its place in the world, and I do not shame people who make it nor do I feel like they are doing something that should be frowned upon. NSFW is not something that should be demonized, but it should be properly hidden from children, something FCO has failed to do.
I never said he “ruined my childhood”. I’ve got no idea where he even got this from, because throughout anything I’ve said about this situation I have never brought up this being something that has “ruined my childhood”. Papa Louie wasn’t even a part of my childhood, I got into the fandom like… a month ago. I don’t mind NSFW of fandoms I like or characters I like, and I do sometimes look at NSFW of fandoms I’m in myself. I say this only to show that I’m not against NSFW, and I don’t purposely put myself in adult spaces to yell at NSFW artists.
CLAIM: I did this to screw him over and “make him feel bad”
No, I didn’t make the beware thread for this reason. I made it so people could be aware of who they were following. Many of my friends follow that account, friends who I know wouldn’t be happy to hear the owner interacts with NSFW of children, and I know many other people who follow the account wouldn’t be happy to know that either. Although there would inevitably be stress caused by this, that wasn’t the main idea.
Addressing the guilt tripping
I shouldn’t even have to address this. Half of his goodbye message was just him rambling about how bad his life is and how I made it worse. I don’t even really have anything to say about this except it’s just kind of out of place and uncomfortable. I hope this dude gets help and matures and changes as a person.
I know a couple of his ex-friends, and they have said that he has always been strange and unsavory, so there is a reason that he does not have many friends. As mean as that sounds, he’s not just a misunderstood kid.
Final notes
Although I’m happy he’s leaving, it’s unfortunate that he couldn’t just see what he was doing wrong and apologize for it, which was all I wanted in the first place. I hope he finds a way to blame his problems on things other that “ignorant brats” and grows as a person.
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