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[annaswrites00]

Not So Private

OP81 x gf!reader

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Summary - You and Oscar are hard launched.. and not happy about it… warning - none

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It was supposed to be a low-key weekend.

They hadn’t made a big deal about her being there—no paddock pictures, no holding hands in front of cameras. Oscar kept things quiet, like he always did. Like they both agreed was best. She stayed in the background, tucked under hats and sunglasses, watching the chaos of the paddock unfold from the safety of hospitality lounges and quiet trackside corners.

It wasn’t hiding. Not really. It was just… privacy.

And then Friday night happened.

They were back at the hotel by nine, curled up on the couch in his room. Room service trays were balanced on the coffee table, Oscar was flipping channels aimlessly. She was scrolling.

And then she froze.

He noticed first in her body—how still she’d gone, her phone suddenly tight in her grip. Her thumb hovered over the screen. Lips parted slightly, but no words came.

“What is it?” he asked gently, nudging her ankle with his foot.

She didn’t answer right away.

“Oscar…”

Her voice was quiet. Small. She turned the phone toward him.

There it was—plastered in pixels across a gossip account’s Instagram story: a blurry photo from earlier that day, taken from across the paddock fence. Him. Her. Laughing. His hand on her back. His face buried in her neck.

The caption read:

“Looks like Oscar Piastri isn’t so single after all…”

Spotted with a mystery girl in Monza—sources say she’s been staying with him all weekend. Let the games begin.

And then a carousel of close-up shots. Cropped, zoomed. Her side profile. His hand brushing hers. Her hands on his shoulders.

And underneath, the comments:

“She’s just another influencer type.”

“Oscar’s really dating her?”

“He could do better.”

“Honestly, she doesn’t suit him.”

“Mid.”

And then the tags started flooding in. Her phone buzzed again and again, notifications lighting up like a firework finale. People had found her account—even though it was private, even though she hadn’t posted anything in weeks.

The tagged photos weren’t kind. Screenshots, reposts of the gossip story, TikTok edits with her face blurred and circled. The captions were worse:

“Oscar Piastri’s mysterious girlfriend?”

“Who even is this?”

“He could pull anyone, and he chose her?”

She turned her phone off.

Oscar had gone quiet beside her. Not the panicked kind of quiet, not even angry—just still. His brows furrowed as he looked at the screen like he could burn the whole thing down with just his gaze.

She sank back into the couch cushion, hugging her knees to her chest.

“I knew it would happen eventually,” she whispered. “But it still sucks.”

Oscar placed the remote down, gently. Then reached for her hand. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I know. Still.”

She gave a shaky breath, trying to laugh it off. “They didn’t even pick a flattering photo. Like, if I’m gonna get dragged, at least let me look good.”

But the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. She looked tired. A little hurt. Maybe more than a little.

“I don’t want this to be a thing,” she murmured. “I liked it better when it was just… ours. Quiet. Safe.”

Oscar moved closer, his voice low. “It still is. What we have—that hasn’t changed.”

She nodded. “I know.”

But it felt different now. She could already feel it sinking into her bones—the fact that strangers had opinions now. That their relationship had become public property in the space of an hour. That people had dissected her like a stranger’s outfit on a red carpet, judged her face, her vibe, her worth… all based on a few stolen photos.

She swallowed hard. “It’s weird, you know? I didn’t think I’d care. I thought I was strong enough to handle it. But now it’s happening, and it’s just—heavy.”

Oscar reached for her again, this time pulling her into him so she was sitting between his legs, back pressed to his chest. His arms wrapped around her, holding her steady like she might float off if he let go.

“They don’t know you,” he said into her hair. “Not the way I do.”

She closed her eyes. “Still feels personal.”

“I know. It always does.”

For a while, neither of them spoke. The TV played some old Italian crime drama in the background, voices overlapping with subtitles neither of them bothered to read. The room felt quieter than it was.

“I hate this part,” he said quietly. “Not being with you. Just… the way people talk. The way it’s already gotten to you.”

She didn’t say anything, but her fingers tightened slightly in his.

“I never wanted this to hurt you,” he went on, his voice low but firm. “I never wanted you to feel less-than, or second-guess yourself because of me. Because of all of this. You’re not something to hide. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And if I ever make you feel like you’re not enough, or like you have to shrink around all this noise—I swear, that’s the opposite of what I want.”

“I want you here. Just as you are. Nothing about this means anything if you’re hurting in it.”

“I don’t want to hide either. I just want to feel safe—with you.”

Eventually, she spoke again. “Am I gonna mess this up for you?”

Oscar’s heart dropped. “What?”

“Just… people already saying stuff. About how I’m not right for you. Or that I’m ruining your image. I don’t want to be something people use against you.”

Oscar turned her gently, so she was facing him. His hands cupped her face, thumbs brushing just under her eyes.

“Look at me.”

She did.

“You will never be a liability to me. Ever.”

Her eyes welled up again, but she blinked it back.

He kissed her forehead, soft and slow. “You don’t have to be perfect. You don’t even have to be liked. You just have to be you.”

“But what if that’s not enough?” she whispered.

He shook his head. “It’s more than enough. I wouldn’t want any of this—any of the travel, the chaos, the wins—if you weren’t in it with me.”

She let out a small breath. One of those fragile ones that comes right before you let your guard down again. She leaned into his touch, her head tucked beneath his chin.

He held her there.

“You wanna disappear for a bit?” he asked. “We could go somewhere quiet tomorrow after qualifying. Get away from the paddock. Just us.”

She nodded slowly. “Yeah. That sounds nice.”

A faint smile curved her lips. “You always know what to offer.”

“Because I know you,” he said softly. “The real you. Not the one in their comments.”

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

Hidden Treasure

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1653

Summary: You surprise Bucky by wearing a gift he got you and he has a hard time keeping his hands to himself.

Warnings: swearing, smut, butt plug

A/N: For @avengers-assemble-bingo AA-Kinky Bingo with square Public Sex & Butt Plug. Card (KB010)

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Tonight was going to be a night to remember because you had planned a special surprise for your boyfriend, Bucky. He’s always talked about being spontaneous in your relationship and you’d always been eager to indulge him. The pair of you fucked a lot and literaly anywhere you could get your hands on each other, so it wasn’t surprising that tonight you’d had the idea to indulge in some public sex. To make it even better you’d also decided to wear a pink jewel butt plug. The pair of you always talked about different positions and scenarios to incorporate in your sex lives, so tonight you were going to plan the best sexcapade ever with your man.

You were looking at yourself in the mirror and when you turned around you could see the pink jewel sparkling at you. Just looking at it, you knew Bucky was going to lose his mind when he realised you were wearing it. You pulled the cute dress you had on down over your hips and hid the hidden treasure, wondering how long it would take him to find it. 

When you heard a knock on the door, a giggle escaped your lips. When you open it, Bucky is standing there, just taking you in. “Hey, doll, you're looking fine as hell tonight. Are you sure you don’t wanna stay in and cuddle? I could do that thing you like with my tongue.” He pokes it out from between his lips, attempting to demonstrate, but you stopped him.

“Bucky, you promised to take me out tonight. We can have fun later I promise,” you plead with him.

“But I’m feeling pretty horny,” he pouted. “I just want to sink my cock deep in your pussy and feel you squeeze around it.” A little frisky, Bucky chased you around the apartment as you squealed in delight. When he eventually caught you and pinned you against the wall, he reached around to squeeze your butt, but instead nudged your butt plug.

“What do we have here?” He questioned you with a lear as he lifted up your dress, spun you and took a good look at the toy nestled between your butt cheeks. Looking back over your shoulder, you saw Bucky’s mouth drop open and you swore he had hearts in his eyes. “Oh, doll, you’re in so much trouble. No panties and a butt plug? Now I have to play with you before we go out.” 

“Bucky,” you whined out. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Well, I’m definitely surprised, that's for sure.” Bucky stepped back, his hands on his hips, and he licked his lips.

“Please, let's just go out for a little while and then we can play afterwards. I promise you can take what you want then. I’m all dressed up just for you so we can go on a date. Please, Bucky, let's go have some fun tonight.” You were at the point of begging and you weren’t ashamed to be doing so.

“I can’t say no to you, doll. Not now, not ever. But later your body is mine. Let’s head out and go to the new club. I’ve heard it's very nice and that Tony Stark is an amazing host.”

“Sounds good, Bucky.” You grabbed your keys and ID before skipping out the door with your boyfriend trailing behind you. As you locked up Bucky slapped your butt and chuckled to himself. You knew his patience was going to wear thin tonight, so you were going to have to make the most out of your date.

Bucky drove you both to the Stark club which luckily wasn’t far from your apartment. Although, having you arrived and observed the large line outside, you started to doubt if you would actually get in tonight. However, Bucky just grabbed your hand and bypassed everyone, heading straight to the door. When he stopped in front of the bouncer, Bucky gave his name and just like that, he let you both in.

“I didn’t know you knew someone here.”

Bucky smiled at you. “I know the manager Steve, we go back many years.”

“I’m impressed. Let’s grab a drink — I need liquid courage if I’m going to dance.”

"You have as many as you want doll, but I'm gonna just have the one - I am driving after all."

You made your way over to the bar and Bucky ordered a pair of beers, paying for both. Transaction completed, you walked over to a table and sat down. You both started talking about how your days have been. Bucky started, telling you about how he’s ready to fire an employee named John for all his screw ups he has been making and in turn you told him about your crazy day at work. As you were talking, Bucky stared at you with his cool blue eyes, and when you finished he asked, “What made you finally choose the butt plug?”

Your cheeks got hot and you squirmed in your seat at the mention of it, making the item itself shift inside you. “You said you wanted me to surprise you sometime, so I figured I’d do just that and use the butt plug you bought me for my birthday a few weeks ago.” You shifted again, but this time more purposeful, keeping your gaze locked on your boyfriend’s. “Have to say it fits nice and snug. Makes me yearn for your big cock to be inside of me.”

Bucky growled. “Keep talking like that and I may just have to give you what you want.”

In response, you seductively drank your beer, your tongue swirling around the top before your lips wrapped around the top as you took a long pull of your drink. When you swallowed you made a show of it and licked your lips. For good measure, you added a small throaty moan which threatened to turn into a giggle as Bucky picked up his own drink and started to chug it. You knew you’d got to him. His cock was probably hard enough to pound nails and he wasn’t waiting any longer.

“Come with me,” he said gruffly, as he placed his now empty beer bottle on the table.

You finished off your own drink just as quickly and took his outstretched hand. Bucky pulled you efficiently through the crowds of people and toward the back of the club. He pushed through an exit-only door and headed outside, pulling you along in his wake. As soon as the door closed he was on you. 

His lips crashed against yours in a heated kiss and his hands grabbed your ass. You moaned into his mouth when he pulled your dress up over your hips and started playing with the butt plug. The sensation was so good, and you could feel your pussy getting wet.

“Wait until we get home — my cock is going to replace that plug. I’m going to fuck that ass real good.”

“Fuck, Bucky. I need you.” You kissed him all over his face, waiting for him to dominate you.

“Then you’ll have me,” he replied, huskily. 

Bucky lifted you off your feet and you quickly wrapped your legs around his trim waist, your back resting against the wall as Bucky pulled himself free of his pants. Rubbing his cock through your wet folds until he was slick with your arousal made him groan, but he didn’t delay in placing the tip of his cock at your entrance and sinking into you. Now it was your turn to let out a noise of pleasure. However, he allowed you no time to adjust, immediately thrusting up into you, hard and fast. The pair of you moan, not holding anything back and you meet him thrust for thrust as he takes you apart piece by piece.

The thought of getting caught spurred you on as you let Bucky take control of your body. He thrust into you over and over again, his eyes locked with yours. On a particularly hard thrust, he sealed his lips over yours and swallowed your moans. 

“Fuck princess,” he mumbled against you. “You feel so tight around me. Gonna let me fill you up like a good girl?”

You answered him with a filthy kiss, before adding, “I want it, Buck. Need you to fill me up.”

Harder and faster Bucky pistoned into you as you panted his name. One hand reached between you and he started to rub at your clit with quick motions which was all that you needed to tip over the edge, your panting turning to a cry that echoed into the night's sky. 

“Bucky!”

Your walls squeezed and spasmed around his cock which made Bucky’s pace falter. However, as soon as you came down from your high he chased his orgasm with a few hard thrusts, before he spilled inside of you. 

For a few moments Bucky didn’t move, just catching his breath. However, he didn’t wait too long before he pulled out of you and placed you back on your feet. Tucking himself back into his pants, he then helped you smooth some of the wrinkles from your dress before he leaned back into you and kissed you like his life depended on it.

“Princess, can we go home now? I’m more than ready to play with this butt plug and your ass.” 

“But Bucky, I didn't even get to dance tonight,” you pouted at him.

“I’ll do the horizontal tango with you all night long, instead,” Bucky smirked back at you as you giggled. “This time we won’t have to rush and I can take my time with you. What do you say, princess?”

“How can I say no to this handsome face? Fine, but next week you’re bringing me back here for the full experience. Deal?”

“Deal, love. Now let’s hurry before I have to take you in the car.”

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[uceyliyahh]

I HATE U

summary: when he posted a thirst trap pic on his story for all the women to see his print through his Nike sweats made Bri’s blood boil so she decides to get her lick back.

warnings contain; jealousy, toxicbdjey!, choking, unprotected sex, swapping of saliva, degradation kink, daddy kink, fluff at the end of the suffering:)

word count: 3.3k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

Jey Uso x Bri

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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uceyjucey just posted on their story!

Bri felt a mix of pride and anger as she saw her baby daddy's shirtless post on his story. He was wearing Nike tech sweats that highlighted his physique while proudly displaying his championship. Although she was happy for his achievement, she couldn't help but feel upset that he was flaunting what she considered to be hers.

It seemed as though he intentionally provoked her to elicit a response, and it succeeded; she angrily sent a message, expressing her disdain for him and how much she loathed him.

She felt uncomfortable with her overly eager fans witnessing the intense emotions she experienced whenever he visited, especially when he would come over to drop off their daughter Amora at his parents' house to manage her behavior.

Determined to reclaim her power, she took to her story to share a glimpse of her new fling, a secret connection she had been nurturing since her breakup with Jey, whose toxic and narcissistic behavior had driven her away.

freakslovebri just posted on their story!

jonathanfatu replied to your story: ooop Jey ain’t finna like this one 

trinity_fatu replied to your story: I LIVEEE FOR THE DRAMA GIRL 😭😭

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: that’s the kind of stuff you watch from a DISTANCE 😭😭

uceyjucey replied to your story: who the fuck is that Bri?

samizayn replied to your story: see me personally..

zillafatu replied to your story: you playing with something dangerous my dear 🙂‍↕️

yaonlylivonce replied to your story: BESTIE??? LIKE HELLO? 

She laughed at everyone's responses until she received a few text messages from Jey, prompting her to roll her eyes as she read them.

Jey📍: Bri who the fuck is that in that fucking picture? Jey📍: why do you choose to play with me? Like I won’t fuck the shit out of you? Jey📍: you just gonna leave me on read huh? Jey📍: Ik where you stay at Bri

She couldn't grasp why he was so angry when he was the one eager to share a provocative thirst trap on his story.

Bri🩷: don’t worry about it nigga, I didn’t say nun when you posted that fucking picture of you showing off your little title and that dick print in those sweats.

Jey📍: so that’s what this is all about? Me posting one pic on the gram? You’re so full of yourself Bri

Bri🩷: nigga the fuck you want if it ain’t about picking up Amora ion need you texting me hoe

Jey📍: hoe? Aye you better come correct Bri when you speaking to me

Bri🩷: bitch fuck you aight? now stop playing on my fucking phone 🙄

Once she sent her last message to him, she set her phone aside with a heavy sigh—why must they remain trapped in this destructive pattern? Why couldn't she simply let him go and focus on their daughter instead?

There was something deeper behind her inability to break free from him, and indeed there was. It was the way he asserted his authority, exuding a powerful dominance, and that allure was so intoxicating that she would have willingly let him fill her with his seed, yearning for another child together.

But did she really want to endure that once more? Managing the baby all alone while he was away on tour? This was yet another factor that contributed to their breakup, as he was hardly present during Amora's birth due to his chaotic work commitments, leaving Bri to shoulder the responsibility by herself.

When he returned, she noticed the hickeys adorning his neck and the lingering scent of perfume on him. In that moment, she realized he had been unfaithful during his travels, and the pain of betrayal cut so deep that it ignited a growing hatred within her.

Despite her lingering hatred for what he did to her, she found it impossible to distance herself from him. His manipulative and narcissistic nature kept her trapped, as he showered her with empty promises each time he came to see Amora. He had the potential to be a wonderful father, but whenever he approached Bri, she would turn away, refusing to acknowledge him.

The deceitful promises and cunning strategies left her profoundly affected, realizing he was not a man of integrity, while his relatives urged her to reconcile for Amora's benefit.

Bri picked up the baby monitor to check on Amora, who was peacefully dozing in her crib, looking adorable in her tiny onesie. Suddenly, a loud banging on the door jolted her, catching her off guard.

They relentlessly pounded on the door, and Bri's irritation grew with each echoing thud.

“Hold Up! I’m coming!” She hollered.

As she rose from the sofa, she noticed the door was ajar, revealing Jey standing there with his arms crossed, looking sharp yet visibly annoyed.

“What the fuck are you doing here Jey?” Bri questioned him.

Without uttering a word, he strolled past her within the confines of her home, seemingly on a quest for someone—she let out a sigh as she closed the door behind her, observing him meander through the rooms.

“Jey! Hello!”

“Where the fuck he at Bri?” Jey asked while searching up and down in the house.

“Where’s who Jey? You look fucking dumb right now.”

“Don’t playing fucking stupid with me Bri, Where’s his bitch ass at!” He hollered.

Bri feared that his loud shouting would disturb their two-year-old daughter, Amora, from her sleep. “if you don’t lower your fucking voice! She’s asleep upstairs you fucking estúpida.”

Jey marched towards her, his eyes blazing with fury, and seized her by the throat. He had reached his limit with her taunts for the evening. “why you gotta be such a bitch huh?”

A bitch? That’s rich coming from him.

“A bitch? Nigga you better come correct because I’m not a bitch, last time I check I was the one taking care of Amora while your stupid ass was on the road cheating.” She retorted while rolling her eyes at him.

“I told you I was drunk and that I was sorry. What more do you want from me Brianna?” He responded.

She scoffed at him, “I wanted you to become better Joshua not only for me but for our daughter but it seems like fucking bitches was the only thing you can do instead of being a fucking parent.” With a forceful shove, she turned her back on him, determined not to waste a moment on his nonsense this evening.

Jey had grabbed her arm while she looked at him, “don’t pin that on me Brianna, you know I couldn’t just stop what I was doing.” She yanked her arm away from him.

“That’s the fucking problem Jey! You didn’t care! You didn’t care how you cheating and not being there fuck me up! Our daughter is two fucking years old!” 

One thing about Jey is that he can't stand being yelled at; it sparks a fierce fire inside him. “Lower yo’ tone Bri.”

“No! Fuck you! See this is why I didn’t want to be with your stupid bitch ass! Because you ain’t shit! You didn’t even care about me nor your daughter while being away!” She shoved him more harshly causing him to stumble back.

Once more, she pushed him relentlessly, driving him to the brink of his patience. In a moment of desperation, he seized her throat, crashing his lips against hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. Despite her struggles to break free, he held her tightly, their connection both intense and tumultuous.

His tongue danced within her mouth as he fell back onto the sofa.

“G-get! the fuck off of me…” She murmured between the kiss as she tried fighting him off but it wasn’t enough.

“You know you miss me baby…” he murmured softly as he sat down on the couch with her straddling him.

They passionately embraced, their bodies entwined as they shed their clothing—she felt his icy hands exploring her firm breast, and as he broke the kiss, he seized one of her breasts and playfully nipped at her nipple, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her.

He playfully traced his tongue around it before reconnecting his lips with hers, while Bri started to move rhythmically on his lap, feeling the heat of his arousal beneath her.

His lips glided along her jawline, descending to her neck, where he left a mark that would require makeup to conceal in the morning, all while his hands firmly grasped her curves, delivering a playful smack.

“Ride this dick for me baby.” With gentle hands, she guided his strong length to her entrance, then gradually sank down onto him, drawing out deep groans from both—she had never experienced such fullness with him deep within her.

Jey's hands rested on her hips, guiding her graceful sways as she nestled on his lap. He watched intently as her breasts shifted with every gentle motion, giving her time to adjust to his considerable presence.

She discovered her rhythm, swaying her hips on his lap as he adorned her neck and cheek with gentle, lingering kisses—whispering those empty promises once more, stirring emotions within her each time he spoke them.

“You know I love you right?” Jey groaned in the air.

Bri asserts firmly, "You don't, so stop lying to me." She felt him thrusting deeper, pressing against her inner walls.

“Why you gotta act like that?”

“Act like what? I have every right to act like this with you.” Bri could only emit gentle whimpers as waves of bliss enveloped her, her body igniting with an inner warmth while his deep, raspy voice whispered sweetly in her ear.

He adorned her neck with hickies, a bold declaration of ownership—he was certain she wouldn't be slipping away from him anytime soon, particularly with their daughter in the picture.

“Fuck, this pussy is so good. Can’t believe you gave this up to someone else. Now I gotta reclaim it.” 

Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head as she gazed down at him, “at least he was better than you.”

Jey smirked at her backhanded comment, “oh for real? Bet.” They changed places, with her leaning against the sofa, while Jey positioned her legs close to her hips, prompting her to lift them for him as he thrust himself back into her.

He positioned her in a launch pad position, thrusting deeply within her, delivering slow, powerful strokes while their lips met in a fervent kiss. Jey's hand gripped her throat, intensifying the connection as he pushed himself deeper inside her.

His member was pressing against her cervix in such a delightful way that it left her breathless, seeing stars as she moaned his name repeatedly. She realized that uttering his name would provoke him to take action, eager to make a statement.

“What’chu tryna prove here nigga that you’re better? You were never better than Derrell.” Bri taunted seeing his facial expression changed.

“Open that fucking mouth.” She complied with his desires, their tongues entwining as he passionately exchanged kisses, overwhelming her senses with his fervent touch.

The way their tongues twirled and intertwined in each other's mouths captivated him, especially since he truly cared for Bri. Yet, he struggled to express his feelings, fully aware that deep within, he was in love with her.

He realized the pain he had caused her ran deep, and only now could he face the truth, especially after making countless empty promises of change and improvement for their relationship—she was exhausted from listening to it.

“Don’t fucking compare me to that bitch.” He murmured between her lips.

“I can and I will at least he treated me  like I meant something to him.” She whispered softly, her back curving against the sofa as she felt him penetrate deeply within her, prompting her to clutch his biceps tightly with her nails.

“Keep holding them fucking legs you fucking slut.” Jey thrust his hips forcefully against her thighs, making her mouth open wider, while the sound of his hips striking her thighs echoed throughout the entire room.

She clutched her legs tightly, biting her lip as she watched him thrust in and out of her, the white cream glistening on his shaft, facilitating his movements.

His hand gripped her throat, his hips moving in a rhythmic dance that struck various angles as he observed her unravel—he reveled in shattering her into fragments, asserting that this was his domain and she was his to possess.

“D-daddy!” Bri whined.

“What baby? Huh? What?” Jey taunted watching her face turn into a pouty one causing him to smirk. “Nah, don’t fucking pout now slut. You weren't doing allat when you posted him now did you?”

Her disdain for him was so intense that it allowed him to say anything he pleased and take charge, even though she believed she wanted nothing to do with him.

“Fuckk, daddy.”

“Shit feels good don’t it? I bet he don’t be making you feel like this huh baby.” She shook her head, unable to articulate the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her at that moment.

That’s when his hand came down onto her left thigh causing her to hiss at the pain, “speak the fuck up Brianna tell me I’m better than him.” She could feel his movements getting slower causing her to whine. “Yes! You’re better than him Jey please don’t stop daddy!”

Jey intensified his rhythm, driving his hips forcefully against her thighs as she clung to him, her head thrown back against the sofa. Bri felt waves of pleasure building within her, each thrust pushing her closer to another climax, leaving her breathless and unsure of how much more she could endure.

He gazed down, captivated by the way she enveloped him completely; it was a mesmerizing sight, especially as he glanced back at her and noticed tears streaming down her cheeks. “Yeah, that’s it mamas. Lemme see them fucking tears fuck.”

“I fucking hate you Joshua, I hate you so much.” 

“If you hate me so much we wouldn’t be here in the first place mamas you love me but won’t admit it.”

He was right; her love for him ran deep. After having Amora, she found herself utterly lost whenever he was near—he had always pampered her like a cherished princess, and now everything had come crashing down.

A tight knot twisted within her abdomen as she tightened her grip on him, causing his eyes to roll back in ecstasy.

“I’m finna c-cum…” 

“nah hold that shit, ion think you deserve to cum yet.”

“Joshuaaa!” Jey didn’t have time to hear any of that nonsense; he didn't think she deserved to cum after being a bratty bitch towards him.

He pounded relentlessly against her depths, her cries echoing in the air, drowned out only by the sound of their bodies colliding fiercely.

The atmosphere grew heavy with a scent of desire, and as tears streamed down her face, she yearned for liberation. Overwhelmed, she released her grip on her legs, attempting to shove him away by his midsection, only to feel the sting of his hand against her left thigh once more.

“Move yo’ fucking hand and take this shit Brianna.” He growled.

“D-daddy! P-please! Can I C-cum…I’m sorry!” She begged.

“Now you sorry? Nah.” He held her wrist against the couch, driving her wild in his pursuit of ecstasy, “un-un, stop fucking runnin’ “ Bri could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks, desperately trying to shield her face from view so he wouldn't witness her emotional turmoil.

She was gasping for breath, her nose twitching and hiccups escaping her lips as she wept through his movements—at that moment, her thoughts were a jumbled mess, and she struggled to articulate anything further without tripping over her own words.

He observed her hands shielding her face, prompting him to gently pull them away. As he revealed her tear-streaked cheeks and swollen eyes, he leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss on her lips, inviting her to explore his warmth as his lips brushed against her neck.

“I’m sorry daddy, I’m so sorry. I can’t take it…”

“Take. This. Fucking. Dick.” He thrust into her on the sofa, feeling the familiar twitch of his arousal as he reached the peak of pleasure. “Joshua!” 

“Tell me you love me and I’ll let you cum.” She was teetering on the brink of insanity, her nails clawing into the skin of his back, eliciting a sharp hiss of pain from him, yet he seemed unfazed by it. “Tell me.”

She couldn’t help herself anymore, “I love you! I love you Joshua fuckk!” A wave of sensation surged through her as it slickly enveloped him, the warmth cascading down her thighs, her body trembling beneath him—overwhelmed and exhausted.

With each powerful thrust, his movements became increasingly uncoordinated, a low growl escaping his lips as he reveled in the sensation, beads of sweat cascading down his back and chest.

The atmosphere around them was a curious blend of warmth and coolness. She embraced him tightly as Jey pulled back from the kiss, burying his face into the softness of her neck. “I’m about to nut baby, you gon’ let me nut inside of you huh? You want another baby?”

“Yes! Yes! I want all of your babies daddy!” Bri Mewled out.

“Yeah? You better take all of my fucking babies mamas.” 

He tilted his head back, his eyes rolling as he thrust into her, his grip firm around her throat.

“Fuckkk.” A deep, primal groan erupted from him as his warmth surged forth, filling her completely with each powerful release.

As he withdrew, a rush of her fluids, mingled with his essence, flowed out. Bri's body quaked with intensity, and she struggled to regain her composure, inhaling and exhaling deeply to steady her breath. Jey came back, gently kissing her skin to soothe her nerves.

He gently kissed her lips several times, tenderly wiping away her tears as he shifted positions, lying her down on his chest while he reclined on the sofa, soothingly rubbing her back in slow, comforting circles.

“I’m sorry I did that to you and left you behind like that.” Jey apologized as Bri lazily looked up at him.

“You don’t understand how badly that hurt me, Jey, it wasn’t fair either. It just felt like you didn’t care enough about me or Mora.” Bri said. “I just wanted you to be there and you gave me false hope and promises ion think I’ll ever come back from that.”

He absorbed her outpouring of emotions as she expressed her hurt over his decision to abandon her and their daughter for the company of other women, sharing sweet nothings with them that mirrored the very words he had once whispered to her.

“I know lemme at least make it up to you Bri.”

“I need time Joshua, until I feel like I’m able to trust you again.”

“Take all the time you need, I’ll be right here waiting.”

And he meant that this time, he’ll be waiting for her.

fin 💚

a/n: Jey can never do anything wrong in my eyes 📍🙂‍↕️

[nash-dara]

THUNDERBOLTS* SPOILER!! DO NOT READ BEYOND THE CUT IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE FILM! THANK YOU

After the second post-credits scene. I have a few points to make when it comes to the "New Avenger" and "Avenger" dispute between the Team that Sam is creating, and Bucky and co. is currently in:

1. I think Sam's problem with the "New Avengers" wasn't only because they are using the name 'Avenger' but because they are basically under government—through Valentina—although we kinda get it that they are ambushed by the media and Yelena even said that they now hold control with Val because of the stunt she pulled. It is just that the whole affair in CA:CW and Brave New World about Super Team being under government puts the "New Avengers" in a tough spot—Remember the Accords? So I get why Sam would be mad.

2. I am also sure that Sam wasn't mad because those who have dark past are now announced as "New Avengers". Sam is not an idiot and he know the dark past of those in the New Avengers—they didn't choose for it to happened. He's just really mad that the government seems to got a hold of them and seems like that they are being monopolize by them.

3. The title of Avengers cannot losely be given by the government just like how they tried doing with the mantle of Captain America. Remember, Avenger wasn't even under the US government when it first started. It was built by Nick Fury when he was a Director of Shield as EARTH'S DEFENDER not AMERICA'S DEFENDER.

4. I think what we hear in the Post-credits is just a teaser about the argument when it comes to the title of Avengers. Sam and Bucky surely will talk about it more just like how they do. I mean—the convo that Bucky seems to be referring in post-credits might just have been a phone call and it might not have not end well because one might be occupied in a situation and they didn't really get to end the conversation because it was cut shortly before they even discuss it further. (I'm just speculating—goshh, I don't want them to fight). Surely, Bucky and Sam's relationship are not that malleable and they are tight knit. I mean aside from FATWS we saw the I Love You in Brave New World, right? Sam surely wasn't angry at Bucky and co. maybe he was just in a pickle because he is now put in between the situation where he needs to handle this complicated situation, just like how Bucky and co. were figuring out how they can handle the difficult situation they are ambushed with. (Also I think the reason why they didn't immediately clarify that they were not being planned as Avengers and Val is a heinous criminal is because they are trying to play the long game and really nail the end of what evil schemes Val might be trying or the Government might be trying. So they continue to play through the act because they might be embodying the "keeps your friends close and your enemies closer" referring to Val and to the government whose trying to use Avengers as one of its opportunistic agenda).

3. Going back to my argument that Avenger is Earth's Defender and it cannot be given loosely. The US Government cannot just issue that they have rebuilt Avengers. Avengers is EARTH'S DEFENDER not AMERICA'S DEFENDER. Fights aren't only happening in New York or only in parts of USA. It's literally all over Earth or even outside the Earth. Avengers are kinda the representative warriors of the world.

Thus, with that I assume that the title 'Avengers' shouldn't be gatekeep. They should have multiple divisions across the Globe—just like in the comics. Heck, there's Asian Avengers in the comics—and even Young Avengers is in the MCU now. So all they really need is to talk it out. They shouldn't fight, the last thing the Earth needs is for its potential protectors to fight each other when huge supervillains are about to knock on Earth's atmosphere.

If you have thoughts—feel free to comment or repost your opinion, so I can see it. I wanna discuss what happen. Thank youuu

[mosquego359]

𖤐One Kiss and A Quidditch Match — Chapter 9: The Yule Ball

Prologue (recommended to read)

Chapter 8 (previous)

Pair: Cedric Diggory x Male Slytherin Reader

Word count: 3K words

Summary of the book: You and Cedric Diggory hate each other. It has always been this way. But everything changes one night when you kiss each other at a party. Now, it seems you can’t escape each other — from being partnered up in Herbology for an important project to having to help Cedric during the Triwizard Tournament.

Summary of the chapter: It's finally the Yule ball. Why do you feel so stressed all of a sudden?

Notes: Please comment on anything I should change to improve this. Also, I am not British so I am not 100% sure how to correctly write people from the UK. (I'm very sorry for the late ass update but motivation hates me)

I am also really sorry for posting so late; my life has been pretty busy right now and this is the most relaxing week so far. Also, no, the reader and Cedric don't kiss in this, you have to wait, my children.

Content warning: A singular swear word and a bit of angst.

!PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE WITHOUT PERMISSION OR CREDIT TO ME!

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Usually, whenever you dreamed of your ex-rival, you wouldn’t wake up until noon unless Brian or Alistair shook you awake. However, as your eyes adjusted to the dark room, you faintly spotted the numbers on your clock: 7:45.

It was time for breakfast.

You slipped out of bed, pushing off your blanket. You put on your uniform, for when you woke after the dream about Cedric, you couldn’t sleep, spending an hour or so on homework and then changing to go to bed for the night.

Your hands trembled as you buttoned your white blouse, mind warping around the fact that you were perhaps in love with the person you once despised the most. Not to mention that you’d already kissed him.

The party.

The memory had completely slipped your mind. You used to feel irked or embarrassed whenever you thought of it, mainly because you used to hate Cedric, but now, you felt as if there was a missing puzzle to your lips, a gap that could only be filled by the warm feeling of Cedric’s kiss.

And then there was Alistair. You knew he was closed-minded — even as kids, you could tell his discomfort with knowing that you were a Half-blood — but you never expected him to stay that way. To say that his homophobia shocked you was an understatement. His twin sister literally kissed Elsie at the party. How could he ever be homophobic? Was he unaware? Did that mean you’d have to cut ties with him? You didn’t want to — you had been friends for years — but was it likely that he’d change?

You finished dressing before heading upstairs to the Great Hall. On the way, you passed Brian.

“You’re awake?” he asked, slight surprise in his monotonous voice, “That’s a first. Never thought I’d see the day where our dear Sleeping Beauty would wake up without a shove from little old me.” He mocked you, but you knew it was harmless.

“Must have been good sleep, then.” You reasoned, ignoring how late you stayed up.

“Come on,” Brian turned around and started up the stairs, “The gang’ll be happy to see you eat breakfast with us.”

You followed him to the Great Hall, where most of your friends were settled. You noticed Alistair, Ziggy, and Roman sitting at the Slytherin table, apart from your group of friends.

Winnie and Destiny were chattering about something, and Elsie had her arm slung over the Hufflepuff’s shoulder, taking slow bites out of her toast. Over the past month or so, you noticed how happy Elsie seemed, and you suspected that her getting over her crush on Alistair and befriending Destiny helped a lot. 

You approached the Hufflepuff table — where you typically sat, now — and settled in the empty seat next to Brian and across from Elsie. When she noticed your presence, she quickly removed her arm from Destiny’s shoulder.

Winnie still hadn’t noticed you, too engrossed in her conversation with Destiny to spare a glance in your direction.

“You’re up early,” Elsie pointed out.

“Yup, I had amazing sleep.” You said, not trying to sound sarcastic, but your words came out that way.

“Sure seems like it,” she joked, “I’m surprised you actually joined us for a meal this time. You usually hang out with Cedric.”

You let out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of your neck, “Yead, I guess. Sorry for that; I’ve just been so invested in helping him out with the egg. I don’t really want the other schools to win in the Triwizard Tournament, and being beaten by Harry Potter is embarrassing.” 

Elsie nodded in understanding, “Figured. It’s nice that you’ve been getting along. I’ve always been tired of that stupid rivalry. How did it even start?”

“Aparantly in year 2, when Slytherin won the Quidditch Cup, but my memory’s still foggy ‘bout that.”

Elsie hummed and glanced to the side, “Speaking of the devil, you’re boyfriend’s walking towards us — towards you.”

You felt the back of your neck heat up at her statement, and a light shade of pink tinted your cheeks. “Don’t exaggerate, he is not my boyfriend.” You turned your head to see that, indeed, Cedric was walking towards you.

“Hey, mate,” He smiled warmly as he neared you, slipping into the empty seat on your other side. You couldn’t help but smile back, finally aware of the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“Oh, hey.”

Don’t think of the kiss. Don’t think of the kiss.

“I don’t mean to interrupt your conversation with Wilson, but I just wanted to tell you that I tried your idea — y’know, putting the egg under water — and it worked!” Cedric recounted.

“Oh, that’s fantastic,” You beamed. You had totally forgotten that you had said that, but felt proud nonetheless. “That was relatively simpler than I imagined it would be.”

“Right? I’ll tell you all about it later, but I gotta head to the library to study. Just, thanks, man.” He stood up again.

As he started to walk away, he gave you a small wave and shot you a smile that melted your heart and sent a warm tingling sensation through your body. If that wasn’t love, then you didn’t know what was.

For the rest of breakfast, you chatted with Brian and Elsie (as well as Winnie when she finally noticed you). You and Destiny shared curt nods and small comments but never truly conversed. She was much less annoying than when she was Alistair’s girlfriends; now you understood why she was considered popular and well-loved by not only Hufflepuffs but the rest of the houses too.

The white suit fit like a glove, minus the fact that the sleeves of the silver tailcoat were a tad bit too short, although your snow-coloured gloves made sure that your wrists weren’t bare. Luckily for you, the black dress pants were long enough to cover up your socks and the top of your fancy suits.

Once you had carefully buttoned up the tailcoat with golden chains and buttons, you inspected your reflection in the mirror. You did a little spin, admiring the golden patterns engraved in the sleeves and along the sides and back of the tailcoat, as well as on your gorgeous waistcoat. Your dad had really outdone himself.

While your outfit was absolutely sublime, your hair was another thing. You personally felt proud of how you combed it back, but the way Brian scrutinized you made you sweat in self-consciousness.

“You could have added more eyeshadow and your eyeliner is relatively sloppy and uneven, but overall, not too embarrassing.” Brian remarked, a hand on his chin.

“Since when were you a professional makeup stylist?” You huffed teasingly. Winnie was the best out of the friend group, although she used it for excessively colourful looks.

“I’m just logical.” He responded, “At least one of us has to have a good sense of fashion.”

That was a bold claim for him to make with his bark-coloured suit and messy dark hair. You thought to yourself, but decided not to point it out. Tonight was a night meant to be enjoyed, and you wouldn’t let it go to waste.

“Here,” Brian said, stepping towards you to tie a cravat around your neck, “So that you look less like an eejit.” 

“I still think that tie makes me look stupid.”

“It’s a cravat.” Brian corrected, tightening the cloth. “Now, come one, we don’t want to be late to the party.”

“Shouldn’t we fetch the girls?” You questioned, waiting for your friend to put on his shoes.

“No, they said they’d meet us down there. You’d know if you hung out with us more.” You knew Brian didn’t mean it as an insult, but you felt a pang of guilt at his comment.

As both of you exited the dorm, you crossed paths with Alistair, whom you locked eyes with. You internally laughed, recalling your conversations the day before Cedric told you about him cracking the code to the egg; you had done the very thing Alistair warned you not to. Oh well, it wasn’t as if you valued his opinion as much as before.

You broke eye contact first as you and Brian left for the Yule ball.

Your breath caught when you caught sight of Cedric. His outfit was basic, but the icy blue lighting gave his features an angelic glow. His smile warmed the room, like the sun on a windy day. You felt a blush creep up your neck, and your heart was racing. It was just like that dream. The one where you realise your feelings for him.

Cho walked beside him in a pretty silver dress, her dark hair nicely made and pretty dabs of makeup on her pale face. Despite the knowledge that they were just friends, your heart ached at the sight of their arms wrapped around each other. 

Throughout the start of the party, you occasionally got up to dance and attempted to fit in, but your jaw ached from your forced smile, and your limbs felt sluggish. So you settle by the buffet table, munching on snacks, trying not to stare longingly at the man you love.

Suddenly, someone sat in the spot next to yours. It was Brian.

For a moment, you two sat in silence, however, your thoughts and the music filled that void of conversation. You remarked with a frown how odd it felt being near Brian. Sure, you shared the same dorm and you got ready with him for the Yule Ball, but those were the only times you hung out with him.

You recalled his previous comment about how you never hung out with him, Winnie and Elsie. Your stomach twisted as you realised he was right. You’d been friends with them for years, and Winnie was your closest friend — you’d gone through everything together — but you literally left them for someone who most definitely didn’t reciprocate your feelings.

Winnie, Elsie, and Destiny looked like they were having fun on the dance floor, holding each other’s hands with grins that shone like diamonds.

Winnie wore a long sun-coloured ball gown with tons of ruffles and sparkly stones. It was floor-length and puffed out like it was filled with air. How she didn’t trip on the fabric, you didn’t know. Her hair was equally voluptuous, layers and layers of curly black stacked atop her head, reminding you of the wigs people used to wear in the 18th century. It was decorated in feathers and pearls, something flamboyant and uniquely hers. 

Elsie’s sleeveless black dress fitted her body, especially with her corset wrapped tightly around her waist. It was much shorter than Winnie’s —only reaching her knees — but the back of the dress drooped down to the ground like crow feathers. Her short hair was in an updo, and her makeup was bold and dark. She stood out among the flood of soft, cool-coloured girls, but you didn’t think she minded, too absorbed with having fun with her friends.

Destiny’s dress was a little less decorated; a coral pink gown with poofy sleeves revealing her shoulders and a bit of her cleavage. Her hair was styled down in coils of blonde, decorated with pink ribbons that you were certain belonged to Winnie.

The trio spun around, hands clasped together and laughing with all their heart.

You felt something squeeze in your chest, remembering all the memories with your best friends. Oh, Merlin, you were a terrible friend. You left them. They who had been at your side forever. Sticking by you when you hated Cedric, and still seeking you out despite how little time you spent with them. You missed them, even that idiot, Alistair, whom you noticed was locking lips with a girl from Beauxbatons. Roman and Ziggy danced next to him. They made their own group. Your friends made another group. You felt like you were drifting around in the void of society. You didn’t belong anywhere, it seemed. Not with Elsie. Not with Alistair. Not with Cedric Diggory.

Brian seemed to notice your inner turmoil — easy, considering tears prickled your eyes — reaching for your hand.

You pulled away and got up; the room felt stuffy and too crowded. The sensation was overwhelming.

Air. You needed air.

Without a second thought, you dashed out of the room, dodging the crowd of teenagers, only faintly aware that Brian had called your name. You never felt so stressed. Only a few months ago, you’d been fine. Completely fine with your ordinary life, ordinary friends, and not too much to worry about. So why now, why you? 

You stumbled outside, frantically trying to get away from the crowd and all your feelings.

You collapsed onto the ground near a tree, confused tears finally spilling onto the grass like raindrops. You gasped, trying to gulp down air whilst hiccuping as you finally let your sorrows out.

Finally, when you had no more tears to cry, only numbness and the cold night wind on your cheek, you stumbled back against the tree, head hanging between your knees. How long had you been gone? It felt like ages. 

Suddenly, you flinched as you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked up with wet cheeks to see Elsie. She sat down next to you without a word, not even glancing at you.

You two sat there for a minute, her hand on your shoulder, rubbing her thumb around in soothing circles. She reminded you a bit of Brian with her quietness, but this silence was different; soothing, waiting, but not anticipating. It was different from her usual self, who was loud and snooty. 

“I’m not good at comforting people,” Elsie said bluntly, breaking the silence. Her voice was clear and monotone, but much quieter and less condescending. “But Winnie is with the other two, and you’ve always been by my side to help, so it’s about time I repay the favour.”

You had arrived early to your class, excited for your first lesson. You had heard of Professor Snape’s harsh demeanour and strict grading, and as a high achiever and child prodigy, you arrived extra early to show how amazing a student you were. That’s where you found a little girl curled in the corner of the classroom, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. She was a skinny twelve-year-old with brown hair that had been chopped to shoulder length by a pair of scissors.

A girl had been bothering her and cut her pride and joy: her long, silky hair. You comforted her and got the bully expelled. That was how you became friends. You handed her confidence while she controlled your ecstatic energy.

Now, that same girl you gave a shoulder to cry on when she needed it most was by your side the moment you felt that your life was falling apart. 

“Do you want to talk about it? Elsie whispered, staring at the moon’s reflection in the dark water of the lake.

You paused. 

“Not…really.”

“It’s fine you don’t have to.”

And it was silence all over. You twiddled with your fingers while she continued to stare at the lake. You looked at her, a puddle of anxiety churning in your stomach.

“I think I have feelings for Cedric.” It felt good to admit it.

She didn’t turn to you. For a moment, she didn’t respond. But then she nodded.

“For how long.”

“I’ve known since the day he figured out the secret to the egg. But it’s probably been around for longer; I just never seemed to notice.”

“Was it why you were acting slightly different that day?”

“Yes.”

Elsie hummed in response. You admitted the silence was comforting.

“Why are you letting your emotions for a singular person to dictate whether or not you’re having fun?” She asked, bluntly. It was a weird way to put it, but she was right, and you knew. “I’m not saying we — Brian, Winnie and I — should be your top priority. We shouldn’t be the reason that you do something you don’t want to do. You’re a person too. Live your live how you feel you should.”

With that, she got up. But before she could get far, you called after her, “Elsie! I’m sorry that I’ve been drifting away from our friend group. It… wasn’t very considerate of me.”

She shrugged, moonlight dancing off her sparkly raven dress, “Don’t apologise. You’re in love, it’s pretty normal to want to spend time with him. Just don’t pine over someone who won’t let you live your life. I’d know. And… we all love you. And forgive that stupid apology. If Winnie and Brian were here, they’d say the same thing.”

And with that, she turned away, and you thought a bit about what she said. Although Elsie had never been good with romance or even feelings, her logic made sense and soothed you quite a bit.

You sat back down for a moment, wiping away the eyeliner that had stained your cheeks.

You then walked back to the Hogwarts building, back to the great hall. Elsie was right. Why did it matter that Cedric was dancing with Cho? Why did it matter that he wasn’t hanging out with you at the moment? Why would you let that influence whether or not you had fun? Maybe that wasn’t entirely why you were upset, but having one of your closest friends by your side made you feel powerful.

With that in mind, you spent the rest of your night dancing and chatting with your friends. You even got to have some one-on-one conversations with Destiny, whom you hardly knew. She was actually quite a pleasant person.

During the entire night, you managed to avoid Cedric without problem, save for the numerous times you caught him staring at you. You left the party past midnight, a satisfying buzzing in your chest and glad that you spent time with Winnie, Brian, Elsie and Destiny.

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[enden-k]

Huh? Did something happen?

-anon that proposed to Kaveh

when you hear the same overused comment for a year now, whenever you dont draw kvh or kvthm together for once but just hthm, all the time, ranging from jokes to tones that make you feel like theyre making fun of you and he and ur art is getting reduced to just his tits no matter if its art where theres no focus on it whatsoever context or perspective wise, your hthm art is just constantly "oh his booba so big :)" i think i can have a moment to go crazy for a bit.

[gibbearish]

>:3c

[abigail]

hello little people who live inside my phone :-) when i made this post i didn’t expect it to get as much attention as it has.. throughout the year i’ve seen many people in my notifications for this asking me how my year is going and wanting an update (along with many people saying this is beautiful and they hope my year is going well - thank you ! i hope your year has been good too <3 ), so seeing as we’re now nearing the end of the year i thought i’d let you know how my year went for those wondering !!

i moved out of my awful mouldy apartment early in the year into a much nicer place (the old place had the upstairs neighbours toilet water coming down through our ceiling and into our bathroom and the landlord did not care much.. i’m glad we got out of there early in the year lol), i went on holiday overseas for the first time in 10 years and a stranger took photos of my partner and i when watching the sunset and i will be thinking about it forever (strangers can truly be so caring and loving to other strangers), i started good progress on healing an injury i’ve had since i was a child (i’m 26), i’ve wrote and read more (something i always want to do but never have the mental energy to do so), i met up with friends from here, i paid off some more of my student loan debts, i saw and then met one of my favourite musicians (and he was genuinely so lovely and did a sick show as always - listen to chris farren pleeeease), i started to feel a bit more like myself with my personal style and fashion sense again, i went on a big walk with my partner and friends up a giant hill to watch the sunset for my birthday - there were many cows and sheep and it was perfect :-) if i’m honest though i felt awful a lot of the time this year for various reasons, but i never really felt alone thanks to my friends who i love dearly.. speaking of, a highlight was absolutely having a sleepover in the new place where we marathoned the saw movies while all knitting together.. oh and i got a cool back piece tattoo that was inspired by this pin (no photos just yet because i’m getting more work done on it next spring hehe)

i could go on and on and on tbh.. but i’ve not had the most incredible, life changing year or anything, like i said a lot of the time i felt awful and wasn’t doing so well mentally.. but despite this there was absolutely so many good moments, amazing and beautiful moments, i feel like life is always like that though, and it’s important to focus your mind on the good sometimes.. like whatever you’re going through or have been through there will always be beautiful moments in between, big or small, there’s always something if you look y’know ? you can find joy and peace and beauty in ordinary moments if you give yourself a moment to look, it’s worth it even if it feels silly at first or whatever.. anyway

and for those wondering, the pin is still in my boot to this day, i’ve been unsure if i should take it out or not.. but yeah ! i’m going to the same place again to celebrate new years this year and i might wear these boots again for it too :-) i’m sending my love to everyone who’s said something nice about this post and anyone reading this, i hope whatever you’re doing this nye it’s a fun (and safe !!) time for you :-) and i hope that the new year ahead treats you all with kindness, i hope you treat yourself with kindness too

take care <3

when i got home after the new years celebrations last night, i took off my boots and found this pin stuck in the bottom of one of them,, a good sign for the new year perhaps ? :-) 

[apatheticsunday]

Gotham TikTok

AKA "Danny moves to Gotham and records TikToks with absolutely deranged captions. He films Get Ready with Me in Gotham videos, fit checks, and even A Day in the Life of a Ghost in Gotham! Except everybody is freaking the fuck out in the comments" prompt idea!

No, you don't understand, I'm obsessed. Like, what if Danny's idea of "safe" is just... anything that doesn't actively try to kill him? So Metropolitians, Star City, and Central City citizens are literally biting their nails and sweating bullets every time he posts, because what if he gets merc'd by the "Eight Heads in a Duffel Bag" Red Hood?? And that's one of the nicer villains in Gotham. And Danny's just like wow, this place is niiiiiice, I haven't even been murdered yet!

Maybe Jazz took a 12-year-old Danny to Gotham to escape their parents. Gotham's cheap, dirty, and doesn't ask questions: it's the best place to go to disappear because damn near half the city's population are either super villains, hostages, dead, or vigilantes. She gets a job at an understaffed hospital as a clinical psych intern. She enrolls Danny for online schooling because she's scared a public high school would be too easy for their parents to track.

Which leaves Danny alone for hours. He makes a TikTok account called "Danny Phantom" because, c'mon, he's a kid. And, like most kids, he doesn't really comprehend the idea of a digital footprint or that his account is public, accessible by literally anybody.

He's also a little shit. So, the first TikTok he uploads is of a man getting carjacked, but the caption reads: love to see people helping each other. remember it's always okay to ask for help! it's okay, I don't know how to parallel park, either :)

And you just see this guy in a mask shove a businessman away from his car, gesturing with his gun, before getting into the driver's seat. Except the car is parallel parked so the carjacker just slowly inches back and forth between a Prius and a Honda until he can wedge himself out of the parking space. And then gets stuck in stand-still traffic. The TikTok goes viral. It's talked about on the Gotham news and Gothamites are losing their shit, pointing out the exact moment you can see the carjacker start to soundlessly cuss through the car's windshield or the way the businessman is just... standing on the side of the road, watching with a deadpan look.

Danny doesn't know about it being on the news, but he sees all the comments, likes, reposts, and feels something. He wonders if this is what Ember feels every time people listened to her music. So, he keeps posting. Usually, it's short three-second videos of a hilariously unexpected situation with an even more deranged caption. But then he's accidentally caught in the reflection of a store front while recording and doesn't know, posts it like he always does; only for this TikTok to go viral, too. Because "Danny Phantom" is a child??

He doesn't notice the shift in his comments, but the public opinion quickly changes from wow, Gothamites are just like that huh lol to what the FUCK, kid, get inside!!! anytime he posts.

Except Danny never gets hurt. Even in the most dangerous situations, when you'd think this kid is a goner for sure, he's just happily yapping in the background. He's so different from Gothamites because he lacks that dead-eyed, despair-inducing aura of someone who's lived in a hellmouth their whole lives. (A couple people post that Danny kind of reminds them of Golden Boy Brucie Wayne, all air-headed and unrealistically optimistic, and suddenly there's memes of "what happens when you've never gotten shot in Gotham" or "how i act when Commish Gordie accuses me of shoplifting again" with them side-by-side.)

And then Danny's posts go viral again and again. Danny doing a fit check with a blond-haired woman with a checkered outfit, she ruffles his hair and kisses him on the cheek. A picture of him wearing an old jean jacket with a bright red lipstick smear on his cheek is trending for weeks. Spoiler, fully suited up in an all-purple vigilante attire, and him shoving gas station hotdogs in their mouths. He even has videos of him clearly in Killer Croc's lair, with comments of are you in the sewers??? DANNY??? and he responds, no, i'm in mom & dad's basement :) (Waylon Jones is actually sitting behind him in one of the videos, intently watching a TV show on an iPad.)

Everybody adores Danny - Rogues, Gothamites, even the Bats. (There's at least six videos of Nightwing teaching Danny how to do backflips, handstands, and other acrobatic moves. Even the youngest Robin has been caught on camera quietly talking with Danny, a shocking lack of violence that left half the city's population suffering from cuteness aggression for the kids.)

So, yeah, Danny belongs to Gotham.

But the internet is widely accessible and Danny made it so, so easy to find him. Jazz obviously didn't know he was posting videos of himself publicly; she was too tired after back-to-back 12 hour shifts at the hospital that she hadn't even checked social media in months. Otherwise, she would've told him to be careful, to never show his face or post his real name on the internet. Then again, Jazz would never have expected all of Gotham (and Superman himself, totally endeared by the kid after Kon and Jon showed him a couple TikToks) would beat the absolute shit out of anybody going after Danny.

Imagine GIW's surprise when they track down Amity's former residential Ghost only to find an entire city frothing at the mouth to protect their Phantom.

[dollyichi]

I JUST GOT A CRUSH! ᯓ★ katsuki bakugou x f ! reader. 1.02k words / fluff / not proofread

bakugou is bad at social media. not exactly terrible, yet not so great either.

he really doesn’t care too much for it nor does he use it that often but he’s not that unfamiliar with it. he finds himself being on tiktok from time to time though he never really bothered to make it known that he had an account in the first place, just enjoying whatever he comes across and liberally blocks accounts that come up on his fyp that pissed him off. he never posts anything either so it didn’t matter. it’s a typical account with a generated username and a blank profile, 57 following, 0 followers.

recently he found a video that he wanted to share (an edit made by a fan) and posts the link on twitter, alongside saying how ‘it’s real sick’ of them to make that for him. he didn’t even know videos like that were famous. the effort and skill it took made him think it were cool.

what he also didn’t know, was that his profile would be revealed when you press on the link.

he got so confused when his account suddenly gained so many followers in just two days since he ‘never mentioned it.’ that was until he sees the replies on his tweet that the linked he used to share got him exposed.

he checks it out for himself which proved that he did actually share his account without knowing, but it’s ‘whatever.’ even after everyone found out he just used it like normal. it’s only a pain when they kept asking him to post something.

he truly is without care, yet he underestimates the fans who immediately stalk his ‘almost’ empty profile. you see, he doesn’t know that his reposts are public because he doesn’t actually look at his own profile. it’s usually a like, like, repost, favorite, like, then close app routine that he does before he goes to bed.

there's a few funny videos here and there, cooking videos and recipes too, things he'd like to try out soon for himself, or techniques that were really helpful for him. some are also videos of fan edits that he recently discovered, where the same video he shared was at the top of the page.

yet, there was one reoccurring face that kept popping up. a pretty girl who likes to lip sync some songs or show off their trinket hauls. sometimes mini vlogs from their day to day or makeup vids. and the topic trends everywhere: DYNAMIGHT TIKTOK CRUSH

when you saw it you really couldn’t believe it yourself that the one anonymous commenter on your videos was a pro-hero, your favorite nonetheless. though, it makes you a little nervous since your face is plastered all over different social platforms because you’re only active on that app. you don’t know where to go from there except squeal into your pillows. definitely flattered when you recall the many times he called you pretty on your vlogs.

as the rest dive deeper into his little ‘crush’ they even saw him comment on a few of your videos with compliments that sounded extra flirty. they teased him so hard saying how he looks like a creep especially with that profile. he’s never gonna hear the end of it. soon a new topic blows up that reads: GO FOR IT DYNAMIGHT

in his defense, if he were to give anyone an explanation, he thinks you have a really nice smile and a really soothing voice. also that you’re real cute and charming, that’s why he could watch and even rewatch all your content in one sitting. he couldn’t get enough of you, absolutely smitten. even had to ask kirishima how to turn on notifications for an account in the guise of turning it on for his agency's tiktok.

you’re also the only account he’s following that’s not a cooking channel or a pro-hero. and yeah it’s basically all that, a crush. not that he expects you to actually give him a chance, he’s happy just seeing your content.

however, the poor (not really) bakugou is actually unaware of the whole situation of his ‘tiktok crush’ trending since he was finishing a mission. only finding out when he got a call from kirishima asking if he found a girlfriend already. “what the fuck are you on about?”

“your fans are talking about how you keep reposting videos of this one girl on tiktok. i mean, it’s kinda obvious if you’re dating.” and it hits him, quick. your username (the one he could only remember, really) flashes in his head, but he laughs it off. “nah nothin’ like that. think i could shoot my shot though?” he asks him and kirishima says, “haha! i think she already beat you to it.”

not knowing what he meant, he swiftly gets home, showers, and lays on his couch whipping his phone out of his pocket to search up your username. and there he was, staring at his phone, unable to stop the smile on his face when he sees the thumbnail of your new video. he opens it immediately and there you were, holding a dynamight figurine (a very limited one too!) close to your cheek that you’ve never shown before until now. you never thought to show it thinking he might see it and think of you as weirdo. it gave the opposite effect actually, even made him more confident because who would've thought your pretty collection had a 'random guy' in there (definitely not random for you at least).

bakugou immediately likes, reposts and adds it to his favorites. even screen recording the whole thing cause you never gave access to download your videos—it was a very special moment for him okay!

he then comments, ‘you can have the real thing too.’

a few minutes later it’s got your icon with a heart beside it. he chuckles, happy that you finally noticed him. beams when he gets a notification that you followed him back.

he’s definitely going to dm you after he calms down. just hopes this time you don't beat him to it again.

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

note : i love a katsuki with a crush i think it's so cute. but i love it even more that he's still confident about it!!! i like to think that reader probably has like 20k followers or something so pretty big but not as big as the others. the first time he met you he stumbles upon a video of you talking about the ice cream u just got and then he got hooked cause u were so cute when u were picking the flavor. PLEASE DO NOT SHARE THIS ON TIKTOK BTW >< also minors & ageless blogs please do not follow me!

[itsnesss]

𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 | hwang jun-ho × fem!reader

summary | you have an unexpected reunion with Jun-ho after believing he was dead

warnings | angst, unresolved love, smut, explicit content, p in v, unprotected sex

word count | 1.7 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me thanks ᡣ𐭩

The road stretched endlessly in front of you. You were a police officer, but at that moment, as you drove down that lonely highway, you didn't feel the rigidity of your uniform or the weight of your job.

Your mind traveled back to the past, to moments you would rather forget. Years had passed since you lost him. Since that night when he simply disappeared and you never heard from him again.

Suddenly, the lights of a patrol car reflected in your rearview mirror. The blue glow made your heart leap in your chest. Quickly, you checked your speed, confirming that you had been speeding. You cursed under your breath.

You stopped the car and parked it by the side of the road. The blue light continued to shine behind you, but something twisted in your stomach.

You prepared for a short exchange, a speeding ticket, something routine. But when the driver's door opened and you looked up, something made you stop.

There he was. In a traffic police uniform.

Hwang Jun-ho.

You couldn't believe it. Your mind went blank for a moment, as if time itself had stopped. He was staring at you, his dark eyes reflecting something you couldn't identify. For a moment, the air between the two of you thickened, dense with the memories of a past that had never completely faded.

"Good evening" he said, his voice as deep as you remembered, but with a tone you hadn't heard before. "Did you know you were speeding?"

Your body tensed instantly, but it wasn't because of the speeding. It was because of the surprise. For the feeling that the past had returned to hit you hard. You didn't know what to say, you just looked into his eyes, searching for a sign that what you saw in front of you was nothing but an illusion.

"Jun-ho…" you whispered, the word slipping from your lips as if it weren't yours, as if you couldn't believe what you were seeing.

He nodded slowly, his expression unchanged, but there was something in his gaze, something that made you doubt everything you had believed. How was it possible that he was here?

"Didn't you expect to see me here?" he asked, his tone now softer, but with a weight of nostalgia that seemed to hang in the air. "You thought you would never see me again".

A knot formed in your throat. You had asked yourself so many times what had happened to him. If he would ever come back. But the pain of the separation, the void left by his disappearance, was still fresh in your mind. And now you had him in front of you, alive, real, and in a uniform you had never imagined.

You didn't know if you had been waiting for this moment or dreading it.

"Why... are you in transit?" the question slipped out almost unintentionally, but Jun Ho cut it off before you could finish it.

"I needed to start over. Change of scenery" His voice became softer, as if the words he was saying had too great a weight to let go.

You stared at him, unsure if you could believe his words. The situation was surreal. How had he ended up here? What had happened to him since his disappearance? The last time you heard from him, it was when they found him adrift in the ocean, almost lifeless, recovering from everything he had endured. But now he was here, in front of you, as if time hadn't passed at all.

"I thought you had... died." The phrase came out before you could stop it.

Jun Ho let out a sigh, his eyes softened for a second.

"Everyone thought the same," he said, with a faint smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "But I survived. And here I am".

The silence settled between the two of them, heavy, full of unasked questions, of unmentioned memories. And in that moment, something inside you broke. Something you had tried to contain for so long. The need to understand what had happened, to comprehend how it had all been. And more than anything, the need to feel it close again.

"I didn't think I would ever see you again," you said, almost like a whisper.

Jun-ho didn't respond immediately. Instead, he leaned toward the passenger seat, his face now just a few centimeters from yours. The proximity made you tremble. You couldn't deny what you felt, what you had always felt for him. The connection you shared, even after everything that happened, was undeniable.

Suddenly, he moved closer, his lips almost touching yours. A shiver ran through your body as you felt his closeness, and the air became thick. The memories, the emotions, everything you had kept inside overflowed in that moment.

Without thinking, you kissed him.

The kiss was immediate, as if time hadn't passed, as if everything were back to how it used to be. The touch of his lips on yours ignited something within you, something you had kept extinguished for years. The spark, the fire you shared, had never gone out.

Jun-ho's hands traced your face, as if he feared you would vanish at any moment. The gentleness with which he touched you contrasted with the urgency in his kiss. It didn't matter what had happened, what had occurred in the past. At that moment, only the present mattered.

The car no longer seemed like a closed space. The connection between the two of them was palpable, almost electric. You pulled away from his kiss for a moment, taking a breath, but before you could say anything, he leaned in again. This time, he was more determined, more firm.

His hands traveled down your neck, tracing the contour of your skin, and a shiver ran through your body. You felt how desire took hold of both of you, how the chemistry that had remained between you hadn't faded with time. It was as if it had never left.

"I've missed you so much," he said softly, as he kissed you again.

Jun-ho's words made your heart race even faster. You felt as if you had returned to the past, when everything was simpler, when there were no distances, when you both shared dreams and promises. But that promise was broken, and now only the shadows of what once was remained.

The tension in the air was rising, and you couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened between the two of you. But in that moment, the only thing that mattered was him. All you wanted was to feel him close again.

Jun-ho looked you in the eyes, and without a word, his hands began to unbutton your uniform. The desire grew with every second, with every caress, with every touch of his skin against yours.

You moved to the passenger side, sliding over his lap as his hands removed your uniform. You nestled against his chest, feeling his lips kiss your shoulders, while his hands brushed against your bare skin. The touch of his fingers tracing your curves made you gasp.

Jun-ho kissed you again, deepening the kiss, and his hands moved to the back of your body, towards your buttocks. The gesture made you tremble, and you felt something within you beginning to give in. The tension you had held for so long was fading away.

He leaned close to your ears and whispered something, words you couldn't quite understand, but that seemed to promise something beyond that moment. And instead of waiting, his fingers slid between your thighs, searching for the spot he knew would drive you wild.

The caress of his fingers was soft, tempting, as if they were about to make a promise. The closeness of his body, the proximity of his mouth over you, the softness of his fingers on you, it was all as if you were returning to the past. Everything was as if they had never been apart.

Your breath caught when his fingers found the spot. The desire intensified in an instant. The excitement had brought you to a point you didn't want to leave, and the touch of his hand on you was too much to resist.

You moved slowly over his lap, feeling the bulge of his pants against your thighs. The friction was inevitable, but Jun-ho didn't seem to mind. Instead, he moved with me, his fingers slowly penetrating you. The moans that escaped your throat were involuntary, and Jun Ho muffled them with a kiss. The rhythm of his fingers increased, the penetration deeper and more rhythmic. You couldn't hold out much longer.

Suddenly, Jun Ho stopped you. His fingers left you with a softness that made you gasp. But before you could protest, Jun-ho leaned closer to your ear and whispered.

"I want to feel you" His words made you lose your composure completely. The air in the car had become dense, heavy with desire.

I didn't need any more stimulation. Quickly, you took off your underwear and sat on his lap again.

You slid your hand between his pants, caressing his erection. The sensation of his skin, soft and warm under your touch, was all you needed. You slid it down, revealing his erection in all its glory. It was just as you remembered, big and thick, ready to be fucked.

You didn't take any more time to think. There was no more time for that. You moved over his erection, the position of the car forced you to be the one on top, and that was exactly what you wanted. The position of control was yours at that moment.

You sat on him, his erection brushing against the edge of your entrance, but without penetrating. The torture was as good as it was painful. The friction was all you needed to reach the climax, but it was also what made you want more.

Suddenly, his arms enveloped you, and he pulled you towards him. The movement was abrupt, and his erection sank into you in an instant. The penetration was stronger than you expected, but also more pleasurable.

The scream that escaped your lips was involuntary, but the pleasure was undeniable. Jun-ho moved beneath you, pushing his erection inside you over and over again. Each thrust made you tense a little more, made you sit a little deeper on his cock.

The position of the car made sex a bit more uncomfortable, but that was the last thing on your mind. At that moment, all that mattered was the feeling of having him inside you again, feeling his breath on you, having his body in contact with yours.

"Tell me you haven't forgotten me," you whisper in his ear.

The request was simple, but what lay behind it was much more than just words.

"I have never forgotten you," you replied sincerely, your words coming out in gasps. "I will never be able to do it".

Jun Ho smiled at you, his eyes shining in the darkness of the car. His arms tightened around you, and he pushed a little deeper inside you. Your breath caught for a moment, the pleasure rising to a new level.

"Then, tell me that you will always love me" he whispered again.

The words slipped from your lips without thinking.

"Yes, I always loved you. I always will".

Jun-ho smiled again, but this time, there was something in his eyes, an emotion that seemed to shine like fire. His arms tightened around you a little more, and he began to move beneath you again. The position was uncomfortable, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the rhythm, the feel of his cock inside you.

Their breathing became labored. The pleasure intensified with each thrust, but it wasn't just the sex that made you lose your composure. It was the closeness of having him there, of having him back in your life.

Their breathing became labored. The pleasure intensified with each thrust, but it wasn't just the sex that made you lose your composure. It was the closeness of having him there, of having him back in your life.

When you reached the climax, the scream that came out of you was not just one of pleasure. It was one of liberation, of having released everything you had been holding back for years.

Jun-ho arrived just a moment later, his body tensing beneath you as he came. The warm fluid spilled inside you, and you felt his erection pulsing within you.

Both of your breathing became gentle, and for a moment, there were no words between you. Only the sound of the air moving in the car was audible. Jun-ho gently stroked your hair as you leaned on his shoulder, feeling his skin against yours.

"You won't give me a ticket for having sex in the car, will you?" you joked a moment later.

Jun Ho laughed softly, his lips brushing against your hair.

"No" He smiled in the darkness. "I think you've already paid me in full".

You laughed softly and leaned a little more into his arms.

[sluturu]

#SMAU ──★ telling them you don’t want to sleepover to see their reaction!

featuring. g. satoru, g. suguru, n. kento, k. choso, f. toji, r. sukuna h. hiromi, k. shiu, i. takuma, i. shoko

cw. crack, comfort/fluff, murder threat from sukuna (duh). mostly sfw, but minors please do not follow/interact w/ my blog!

kit’s note. lol i saw this on tiktok and thought it was super cute so voila! likes, comments n reblogs are always appreciated <3 also please ignore the read receipts, i forgot to edit them out </3

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[jayparked]

you text them “sleep with me” - enhypen

PAIRING: best friend enhypen x female reader GENRE: crack, very suggestive ; mdni AU: best friends to ??? WARNINGS: very suggestive and strong language, just one big ol miscommunication trope!, the guys have lost their minds, jake is...something else..y/n wants sunghoon to punch her (mood), heeseung get's a W tho!! the crowd cheered SNAIL TRAIL: thank you to @starriecats for suggesting this prompt when i needed ideas! (no longer taking reqs) i hope you like it ♡ (hanna ate my jake one so it disappeared from the app i make these in and i was unable to change his contact name kfadsjfl)

part 5 in my miscommunication series! you dont need to read the previous ones first, but they would provide more context to the texts below! thank you as always to @sungbeams and @dazzlingjaeyun ♡ part one ; part two ; part three ; part four ; part five ; part six ; part seven ; part eight ♡ part 9: heeseung ; jay ; jake ; sunghoon ; sunoo ; jungwon ; riki ♡

♡ pls like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed! ♡ masterlist ♡ all rights reserved jayparked 02/14/25 do not copy, repost, or translate. if you're inspired to create something similar to my work, please credit me

[pomegranatesarchive]

PR nightmare | oscar piastri

paring: oscar piastri x singer!reader

summary: y/n is considered a pr nightmare. let’s watch her get into her first relationship.

notes: yet another repost from my old account, i tired to make it exactly the same, enjoy!

— y/n has posted new pictures!

liked by mclaren, f1, yourbrother, and 737,938 others!

yoursername: my manger told me to tell you guys that the illuminati is NOT real and i was just joshing around !! 😂👍👍😂

view comments below!

user1: ugh this is SO BELIEVABLE

user2: | WAS WAITING FOR THIS POST

user3: yeah let's all ignore the "i wrote songs about an f1 driver!!!!"

user4: the pictures 😭

yourmomsuser: pic credits?

yoursername: you're like 60 why do you know what pic credits are ??

user5: the illuminati is totally real 🙄

mclaren: 👀

yourusername: NO THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING PLS LOOK AWAY

user6: no offense, but how did you stumble across F2 oscar???

yourusername: my brother is like a HUGE f1, 2, AND 3 nerd and he always forces me to watch races with him 😣

yourbrothersuser: you literally ask me to tell you when oscar's back on the screen???

yourusername: okay kill yourself????

yourbrothersuser: @/yourmomsuser

yourusername: GOD YOU ARE SUCH A SNITCH

ynupdates: y/n and her brother; jacob, were seen at the airport earlier today, she later posted the picture on the right, on her story, confirming that she is in fact traveling. y/n has no shows coming up, and she rarely travels with jacob. thoughts?

view comments below!

user7: guys guys..the monaco grand prix in literally in two days.

user8: SHES GOING TO THE GRAND PRIX. I KNOW IT.

user9: why's her brother kinda??

user10: you can't even see his face 😭😭?

user9: I CAN JUST TELL

user11: everyone saying she's going to the grand prix are like getting my hopes up??????

user12: WATCH HER GO SOMEWHERE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT 😭

user13: okay guys..but we never talked about what songs could be about oscar

user14: IVE DONE SO MUCH THINK ABOUT THIS!!!

user13: GIRL PLEASE TELL

user14: OKAY OKAY!! one that REALLY stands out to me is "my love mine all mine" because, we all know y/n has never had a boyfriend before, SO when she writes love songs, obviously people speculate that she's in a relationship

user14: WHEN SHE WAS ASKED ABOUT THE INSPIRATION FOR "my love mine all mine" she said "i sadly do not have a boyfriend yet. but there is someone i've had my eye on for some time." SHE COULD HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT OSCAR AND WE DIDNT EVEN NOTICE

user15: istg if y/n doesn't show up in the paddock tomorrow, i will throw a fit.

liked by mclaren, f1, yourbrother, and 837,938 others!

yourusername: i could tell you where i am and what im doing, but its funny reading the theories

view comments below !

user15: are you going to a secret illuminati meeting user16: pls y/n pls just tell us

user17: this is cruel AND YOU KNOW IT

user18: pls lord, let y/n go to the monaco grand prix🙏🙏

user19: there's no way she ISNT going to the grand prix, i mean she's with her brother, and he's literally like the biggest f1 fan ever?? why else would they be traveling together

user20: maybe they're traveling together because they're siblings😭😭 ?? it doesn't have to connect to f1

yourbrothersuser: y/n pls put the phone down. i need a good nights rest for tomorrow.

user21: TOMORROW ???? IS ??? THE ???? GRAND ??? PRIX ??? ARE ???? YOU ??? GUYS ???? GOING ????

ynupdates: it seems like the rumors are true! y/n and jacob are currently at the grand prix!

view comments below!

user 22: 1 FUCKING KNEW IT

user23: everyone knew it...

user24: WHOO CAREEESSS oscar and y/n interaction WHEN ???

user25: ugh i NEED grid x y/n interactions RN

user26: y/n this, oscar that. WHAT I NEED IS TO SEE Y/NS BROTHER MEET MAX

user27: omg can you imagine how happy he is rn

— mclaren has posted new photos!

liked by yourusername, f1, yourbrother, landonorris, oscarpiastri and 837,938 others!

mclaren: monaco was a dream! thank you y/n for joining us view comments below!

view comments below!

user28: 1 SHOULVE BEEN THERE. I COULDVE METY/N. THAT SHOULDVE BEEN ME.

yourusername: thank you for having me🧡

user29: okay now make oscar and y/n kiss

yourbrothersuser: thank you for making my dream come true 🙏🙏

redbullracing: @/yourusername our garage next

yourusername: i think @/yourbrothersuser would enjoy that more then i ever could

redbullracing: he's always welcome to join 💙

yourbrothersuser: AHHHHHH OMG OMG

user30: okay now more grid x y/n content

user31: the way this became like a meet and greet for y/n was INSANE

user32: who would've thought there would be so many y/n fans at a F1 race??

user33: everyone's a y/n l/n fan.

— y/n has posted new photos!

liked by, mclaren, landonorris, oscarpiastri 763,928 others!

yourusername: do you think he'll try weed with me now that he's my boyfriend?

view comments below !

user34: EXCUSE ME BOYFRIEND???

user35: OMG Y/N GOT HER FIRST BOYFRIEND!! АННННН

user36: OSCAR AND Y/N??? HELL YEAH

user37: okay let's just pretend that doesn't say what it says 😭

yourmanger: y/n please change that caption.

yourusername: i don't know how ☹️

user38: WHO CARES ABOUT THE CAPTION!!! Y/N AND OSCAR SHIPPERS RISE

mclaren: in case that caption isn't a joke, y/n please refrain from getting our drivers high.

yourusername: YOU GUYS ARE NO FUNN

user39: i love how public y/n is. like she genuinely acts like she doesn't have millions of followers

oscarpiastri: love i already told you, we cant get high.

yourusername: YOU WOULD IF YOU LOVED ME.

maxverstappen1: i'll get high with you y/n 🙋‍♂️

redbullracing: no you will not.

[ryomaandgundhamkin]

saw something like this once on pinterest, and was mentioned once to me. i don’t have Pinterest but i think i got addicted to enough apps already. i hate this so much when it does happen.

i love getting a notification from Pinterest with recommended pins just to see my own shit on there reposted by somebody else without credit or anything

oh, and the comments are always also really awesome too they're great if they're not busy being confused by the artist or what's going on or being too cringe that is

will always find smth they don't like and ask for it to stop cuz getting it out of recommend too wild of a challenge for 'em not like it's gonna reach the actual artist who made it in the first place anyway they don't even know their work's out there

<3

[katebeckets]

because tumblr is the gif website, I feel like everyone here should understand the work that goes into creating a gifset. because I think not everyone does, and it’s a huge part of why people don’t respect gif makers the way that they should.

the simplest gifs you will ever see me post still take the better part of an hour to create. because in order to make a gif, you need the material—for me, that means taking screen captures of videos or finding a download for them, both of which take time. then you have to open photoshop and create your gif, which can take a really long time depending on how quick photoshop is, how long the gif you’re making is, the size, any number of variables. and then I always color my gifs from scratch. if there’s dialogue, I listen over and over to try to make sure it’s correct, sometimes I look up transcripts, and sometimes it takes time to decide how to break up the dialogue. so even if it’s a simple two-gif set of a short scene, it will take the better part of an hour at least. and again, this is for the simplest gifsets I create.

so when I gif a scene, I am spending at least an hour with that tiny little snippet of material. which means that whatever it is that is featured in the gifset, it’s something that I like or tolerate enough to spend at minimum an hour with it. and this is why it DOES NOT MATTER if you are not critiquing the gif itself, gif makers do not want to hear every negative thought you have ever had about an actor, character, scene, or anything else they may have made a gifset for. if you want to complain about something, make your own post.

do not take someone else’s creation as a chance to complain or make nasty comments about anything featured in it. if I am willing to gif something, it means that I am willing to spend my own free time looking at it and working with it and creating something with it. so even if it isn’t my favorite scene or character or actor or whatever, I like it enough to watch the same three second clip over and over again for the better part of an hour. and yes, you’re just one person, but imagine a gifset with 100 notes. say 50 of those are reblogs, and 20 have some sort of complaint in the tags. you only see the tags of people who reblog from you, but OP will see all the tags. which means it’s not just your complaint, it’s all 20 different complaints about the thing they liked enough to make a gifset for.

and look—I understand it’s your blog and you can say whatever you want. I understand that I am creating something to be seen by other people and I don’t get to control what people say or do in the tags. if you read this and think fuck that, I can do what I want, you’re right. the purpose of this post is to remind you that you can do whatever you want, but the consequence may be that the people who are creating content for your fandoms stop posting altogether because they get sick of reading everyone’s negative opinions.

all that said, for the love of god: if you like something, reblog it. send asks and tell people you like their creations. say it in the tags. send things to friends. DO NOT REPOST THINGS. if you want to reap the benefits of other people creating things, make them feel like their work is appreciated.