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#im sorry but pretty much no other couple in the show besides sort of m4dn3y have been ‘slowburn epic romances’#our endgame couples are brought together#we immediately know they have feelings#they don’t shit around and play will they won’t they for six seasons#even in l0n3st4r the main couples pretty much get together#you KNOW they have feelings for each other#even the t4rl0s breakup didn’t last very long and we knew they loved each other#like this series does not beat around the bush with it’s romance#there isn’t some deeper story lying underneath#waiting 8 seasons to being together a ‘ship’ where there’s been no actual canon proof that GA can pick up on as romantic interest is batshit#to believe that that would happen#the only way that is happening is if tim minear decides to bend to 1% of the shows audience that are hardcore shippers#which is the dumbest thing a writer could do and tbh the only way i can see it happening atp#is them waiting until the very last season#the last episode of the series#to do it because what would they have to lose?#shippers wanna act like they are majority audience and they are NOT#you are just loud and chronically online
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#i know that when joining a community you have to learning to put up with people who dont suit you. who you dont vibe with#but i feel like theres a distinct difference in not vibing with and putting up with bullies and those who wield their#insecurities and traumas like weapons against everyone around them. policing everyone and every space they enter with them.#like yeah its valid to be uncomfortable at times and be triggered at times but how you handle it is key.#im triggered every time im surrounded by the teams' drunken bullshit but i find ways to cope.#im triggered by the dickhead whos just like my ex-friend of 20+ years but i dont force the coach to kick them out to keep me happy#like. if its gonna be this safe space you're preaching you need to not be the key element of why it isnt safe. just thoughts.#ignore me im just getting very tired of the squad I'm on in rugby rn and considering bailing for the rfc even though i dont jive with#the coach and cant physically keep up with any of them and wont get any playing time#so on that side id be horribly depressed and ignored but socially i think id be happier because this mean girls shit. im done.#if we cannot stamp it out before the end of the season then im bailing for fall cause im not putting up with these fucks#its only a handful of ppl who police and act like the chronically online therapy speak dickheads who havent actually grown up#but theyre very loud about it and im. its not why I joined.
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Not to sound weird, but I think we as a society started going downhill when less kids got to go outside and Scream
#what kind of screams? all of them#children should be encouraged to Yell outside#for enrichment#i dont hate tech by the way just the uncomfortable amount of people who use it to replace attention and healthy stimulation#i also think a certain subset of adults needs to be okay with kids being loud in public#like you do not own the world and you should not punish children for existing where you can see them#you especially cant do that then complain about kids being chronically online all the time#'oh why are kids so addicted to screens-' have you considered the fact that there are no free places for them to play#that you arent going to yell at them for being in?#doubly so if the kids in question are teenagers#teenagers deserve to exist without being constantly criticized too
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kinda enemies to lovers with pro-hero!bakugou and popstar!reader
now bakugou is sitting beside kirishima doing an interview where they have to guess a song just with a lyric.
“come right on me, i mean camaraderie.” bakugou reads the paper in his hand.
“oh wait i think i know this one, the song was trending all over the internet last week.” said kirishima enthusiastically.
“the lyrics are weird, i bet it's trending because it sucks.” bakugou rolled his eyes and shrugs his shoulder. meanwhile, his pr manager having a meltdown behind the camera.
“wha— that's not a manly thing to say, bro. i guess it's (name) (last name)'s latest song, right? but i couldn't remember the title.” kirishima changed the topic.
“isnt she famous for her lyricism? i guess people are just throwing words nowadays.” said bakugou nonchalantly.
the clip was trending all over Twitter after it was uploaded. of course, you, who are chronically online, saw the video of dynamight making fun of your lyrics.
days later, when you just finish with your show, you decide to interact with some fans outside the venue.
“do you see that dynamight interview?”
“im sorry what?” you pretend to not hear her.
“dynamight? making fun of your lyrics?“
“who's that?”
boom— the clip is trending #1 all over the internet. the fans found your petty beef hilarious.
user156: LMAOOO EVEN MORE HILARIOUS BECAUSE HE'S THE NUMBER 2 HERO IN THIS COUNTRY
(name)s123fan: she's so funny lol i love her
dynamifans: i love dynamight but id do the same if i were her
user678: they want each other so bad lol
totallynotbkg: he's right her lyrics sucks lol
user222: this is def dynamight
user114: her lyrics are fun lol, do you think she would write like shakespeare or smtg?
bakugou not even realizing that he's now scrolling through your name's hashtag and starts listening to your songs. he watches every fancam of yours with wide eyes because where the fuck he's been? you're an amazing performer and produce good songs, not that he wants to admit out loud.
totallynotbkg: i guess she's not that bad
#i love using sabrina carpenter reference lol because i love her sm#bakugo katsuki#bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#bnha x reader#my hero academia#mha x reader
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Connecting with Gods and Deities
Hello, My name is Alva Tauri! I am an herbalist, spirit worker, tarot and oracle reader, and lunar and herbal witch dedicated to closing the education gap when it comes to herbalism and witch practices!
Today, I wanted to talk about ways in which I connect with the Gods and deities I worship in my life, to aid new witches in this task in their day to day practice. I believe that we oftentimes overcomplicated this part of our practice and that can make this task seem overwhelming and daunting when, in reality, connection can be simple.
I want to gear this post towards my new witches who do not fully grasp the concept yet or don't yet have an altar, as well as my fellow neurodivergent, mentally ill, and/or chronically ill witches who may find this task daunting for other reasons (I.E. low physical, low mental energy, physical pain, etc.) A portion of this post will be dedicated to low energy ways to connect with your Gods and/or deities to make your practice a bit easier.
Let's get started!
Day to Day Connections
it can be difficult to remember to do rituals or sit at our altar intentionally in our busy lives. here are some tasks you can do within minutes every single day to connect with your Gods and/or deities - great for days that are hectic or with minimal free time:
light a candle and simply say thank you
offer the meal or snack that you made to them
offer your drink to them
bit them goodmorning and goodnight
thank them for the things you enjoy throughout your day
dedicate a cleaning task to them (I.E. vacuuming, doing laundry, etc.)
cleanse your space spiritually and dedicate that task to them (I.E. sage burning, incense, etc.)
Altar-less Connections
we were all new or closeted witches at one point in our lives. none of us started with an altar and a fancy set up with all the tools we needed. here are some ways that you can connect with your Gods and/or deities without an altar:
read about your Gods and/or deities myths and legends
spend some time meditating and simply thinking about them
wear their colors as symbols
make a digital offering to them online
write poetry for them
pray to them
make a playlist for them and listen to it
talk to them about your day (this can be in your head if you are closeted. you do not have to pray out loud for them to hear you. they are always with you and supporting you)
Low Energy Connections
for my fellow neurodivergent, chronically ill, and/or mentally ill witches, here is a section full of little ways you can connect with your Gods and/or deities on rough days that leave you with low mental or physical energy:
pray from the comfort of your bed (they will know you mean this with good intentions. they will not be offended. trust me.)
talk to them about your day
dedicate your self-care routine (no matter how short or long it is) to your Gods and/or deities
offer them your food or drink - this can be as simple as offering them a glass of water if that is all you have the energy to get in that moment
light a candle or incense in their honor (I recommend incense if you are feeling truly exhausted, as you can leaving it burning without any major repercussions, unlike a candle)
dedicate a moment of rest to them (I.E. sleeping, taking a nap, even just taking a moment to sit in silence and rest your body and mind)
make a playlist for them and listen
make a post or pinterest board in their honor
Advanced, More Time Consuming Methods of Connection
on days that you have the time and the energy and are feeling a calling to make a bigger grand gesture, here are some tasks I like to do at my altar. NOTE: you do not have to do these everyday or even every week. if you feel a calling to do this, then do. if you do not, then these are not required. remember, at the end of the day you know your relations with your Gods and/or deities better than anyone else. trust your gut and your intuition:
COMING SOON!
That's all for connections with your Gods and/or Deities! I hope that you found this helpful in your spiritual journey and I hope that you are able to apply this information to your practice.
if you have any questions regarding anything discussed here or anything you feel that I have missed, please send an ask to my ask box! I appreciate all comments and questions!
For more information on my practice, witchcraft, herbalism, spirit work, and divination please check out the guide on my page (linked here)! Everything I have ever posted can be found there!
I wish you all a blessed day filled with peace, endless wealth, and eternal health! Until the next time we meet!
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MSBY BLACK JACKALS READ THIRST TWEETS ! (SAKUSA EDITION)
will probably make this a series. i just love this team so darn much *sigh*
[atsumu version]
this fic features…
haikyuu timeskip!spoilers, highly suggestive content (as the title entails), inappropriate language, sus atsumu 🤨, genre: crack, some of these are actual tweets i found lol.
Set the scene: the MSBY quartet shuffle into frame, they each take their seat in front of the iconic blue backdrop. You hear Hinata and Bokuto exchanging lively words, Atsumu fixing his hair so it swooshes the right way, and Sakusa removing his face mask and handing it to their team’s pr manager who accompanied them to this shoot.
“Is one of us gonna say it or are we all gonna say it together?” Hinata asks, looking at his teammates.
“I think we should all say it,” Atsumu replies, to which Sakusa nods in agreement.
Bokuto claps his hands together, getting excited. “Let’s do this!”
- cut scene -
“Hi, we’re the MSBY Black Jackals and we’re here with Buzzfeed to read your thirst tweets!” They say in unison.
Bokuto makes a jazz hands gesture, “Sakusa Kiyoomi edition~” he sings, as Hinata bounces in his chair and Atsumu slaps Sakusa’s back in an attempt to hype up the outside hitter.
Sakusa sighs and lets out a defeated chuckle, “Lord, help me…”
- cut scene -
The crew tosses Sakusa a phone, he catches it easily and takes a deep breath before reading.
“I need MSBY’s #15 to bend that flexible hand inside my bussy. Please and thank you.”
Sakusa quirks a confused brow, “What’s a bussy?”
Atsumu snickers. Hinata smiles, “Well, at least we know Omi-kun isn’t chronically online.”
Bokuto puts an arm around Sakusa’s chair, knowing better than to drape it around him or else he’d throw a cold glare his way. “I told you to get on Tiktok, Omi.”
Sakusa rolls his eyes, “I am not getting that dancing app, Bokuto.”
Bokuto’s lips funnel into a pout, “Then how are you gonna learn the language of the people?”
“What, like bussy?”
Atsumu childishly laughs again. “Haha…bussy…”
Sakusa tsks, “Are you gonna tell me what it is already or what?”
Hinata sighs and puts his hands together, “I am sorry to tell you this, Omi-kun, but it means—“
“Butt pussy!” Atsumu blurts out, unable to hold it in any longer. “Like a boy’s pussy, Omi-Omi. Get it?”
Sakusa’s expression is one that makes it look like he was in physical pain, which he might as well be in at the moment. He side eyes Bokuto, “That’s the so-called language of your people?”
“It’s funnier when Miya isn’t combusting.”
Sakusa sighs, “I’m not using that word, let alone using my flexible wrists for it.” He says before he passes the phone to Hinata, who reads the next tweet:
“Dear Sakusa Kiyoomi, *taps mic and clears throat* NO LUBE, NO PROTECTION, ALL NIGHT, ALL DAY, FROM THE KITCHEN FLOOR TO THE BATHROOM SINK, FROM THE DINING TABLE TO THE BEDROOM—“
Hinata lowers the phone and says, “That’s it. That’s the tweet.”
Atsumu wolf whistles and Bokuto hoots while shaking his head. Hinata is biting his thumb, trying NOT to burst out in laughter.
Sakusa blinks once, twice, before speaking up. “That’s…wow that sounds filthy.”
Atsumu barks with laughter, “Literally!”
Sakusa’s eyes widen in horror, “The bathroom?? Seriously? I get the other places, but really? The dirty bath—“
Bokuto intervenes, “Woah woah there Omi, you get the other places?”
Hinata snickers, “You hiding your freaky side from us, Omi-kun?”
Sakusa groans, dragging his hands over his face. “Please, let’s not discuss this on Youtube dot com”. He recovers and clears his throat, looking right at the camera, “Make wise choices, censored user.”
Hinata passes the phone to Atsumu. The blond setter chuckles before he even reads it out loud, Sakusa already feels the dread awaiting him.
“It’s the broad shoulders and tiny waist and the compression sleeves and the undershirt and the butt and that neck and those curls and his eyes,” Atsumu reads through breathless laughter.
He turns the phone around so that his teammates can see the screen, “And then, they attached a screenshot from a manga that simply transcribes ‘cock sucking noises’!” He wheezes, nearly dropping the phone.
Bokuto’s mouth hangs open but no noise comes out as he struggles to catch his breath, leaning his weight into Atsumu who is just as equally—if not more—cracked than he is. Hinata is busy hiding his face with his hands as he laughs, nearly folding himself up from how far he’s leaning down from his seat. Sakusa is watching his teammates loss their minds as he begins to question his life choices that led him to this moment.
Sakusa sighs, “There will be no cock sucking noises, but thank you for the compliment.”
Atsumu begins to recover, “Oh man…” he wipes a tear, “Omi-Omi, stand up and let ‘em see that slutty waist of yours.”
Sakusa shoots Atsumu a deadly look. Bokuto cheers to encourage Sakusa, while Hinata can’t help but glance at Sakusa’s waist.
“Allow me to correct myself; there will be no cock sucking noises nor will there be any showing offs of the slutty waist.”
Atsumu and Bokuto boo, Sakusa rolls his eyes at their reaction. Hinata winks at the camera, “But there will be some slutty waists in next week’s Calvin Klein feature that Sakusa did.”
Sakusa hums, “Yeah, so save those thoughts until then.”
Atsumu passes the phone back to Bokuto, who mumbles: “C’mon give me a good one…”
Bokuto clears his throat, “Sakusa Kiyoomi might be an outside hitter for MSBY, but i need him to be an INSIDE HITTER for this pus—“, he turns to the camera, “They cut themselves off there.”
Sakusa winces at those words. Hinata laughs, “I like the play on words.”
Sakusa adjusts his posture, “That would be very painful, no?”
Atsumu clarifies, “I think that’s what they want, Omi-Omi.”
Bokuto rubs his chin in thought, “Sakusa hits spikes pretty hard…I can’t imagine how hard he could go inside user-san’s—“
Sakusa waves his hand panickedly, “Please don’t finish that sentence.” He glances at their pr manager, who—by some unexplainable miracle—hasn’t said anything so far.
Sakusa clears his throat, “Unless the pay is higher, I will not be changing my position to your inside hitter, sorry. Actually, I lied; I am not sorry.”
The phone gets passed back to Sakusa, “Sakusa Kiyoomi has 47 moles and I intend to suck each and every one of them off his body.”
Hinata giggles mischievously, “Miya-san, did you write that?”
“I DID NOT WRITE THAT!”
Bokuto cackles, “How else did the user know the exact amount of moles on Sakusa’s body? You’re the one that’s always staring at each of us in the locker room.”
“WE DON’T EVEN KNOW IF THAT NUMBER IS ACCURATE!!”
Sakusa speaks up calmly, “It is accurate, actually.”
Atsumu goes pale at his words, “O-oh okay…but that doesn’t mean I wrote it!!!”
Sakusa disguises a laugh as a cough, “As much as I love to pick on Miya—“
“HEY!”
“—I’m still impressed that the Twitter user got that number right. Bravo.” He then applauds. Bokuto and Hinata follow. “Maybe I’ll let you do what you said since you got it right.”
Hinata elbows Sakusa suggestively, to which Sakusa repels away from his touch, “Okayyy, Omi. Get it, I guess. Need me to find the user’s number?”
“No.” Sakusa says immediately, but he’s concealing a smirk. He passes the phone to the winking orange-head.
Hinata begins to read: “For Sakusa Kiyoomi, I would bathe in 99.9% disinfectant, drink that shit, even inject myself with it—if it meant getting a shot at bagging that man.”
Sakusa rolls his eyes, already huffing. “Look, I don’t know who started the rumor that I’m a crazy germaphobe, but let me sit the record straight now: I am not that deranged; I just like things to be clean and tidy.”
Bokuto nods, crossing his arms, “Yeah, you tell ‘em, Omi!”
Atsumu shakes his head in disappointment, “Ya guys keep making Omi-Omi sound like some freak. Yeah, he wears a mask everywhere and carries hand sanitizer wherever he goes, but that’s just basic hygiene standards. Do better.”
Hinata points at the camera with his chin up, “Yeah, the only time Omi-kun is a freak is when it’s in the sheets.”
“SHOYO!”
“HINATA, HEYYY!”
Sakusa facepalms and sighs, “Give me my mask back; I’m leaving.”
“NO, OMI-KUN, WAAAAAIT . I’M SORRY—“
“This is supposed to be a thirst tweets video, and yet my teammates seem to be the thirstiest of all.” Sakusa says to no one in particular.
“Call it team-bonding. Meian would be proud.” Atsumu responds, imagining the look of approval on their captain’s face.
Sakusa tilts his head back, appearing to be praying to some god. He looks back at the camera, “But to that user, please don’t do that. That’s deadly.”
Bokuto clasps his hands together, “Awww, Omi cares~”
- cut scene -
Sakusa tosses the phone back to the crew, “And that’s all, thank god.”
Hinata grins, “Thanks for sending us your tweets and traumatizing our Omi-kun.”
Sakusa grimaces, “Ah yeah, it was a delight.” He says sarcastically.
Atsumu flashes the camera a charming smile, “Tune in for the upcoming videos of the rest of us reading your thirst tweets.”
Bokuto throws up finger guns to the camera, “Can’t wait to see what you guys have in store for us!”
“This was the MSBY Black Jackals, goodbye!”
kenjisatos
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Stroopwaffels | f1 grid
f1 grid × driver!reader × (lowkey) franco colapinto
[smau + rl]
summary : in which the reader had an accident but pretends as if it never happened, is chronic online, and loves stroopwaffels
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yourusername: got traumatised, got stroopwaffels and then a nice nurse lend me her crocs (they're so adorable)
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user1: oh god, she's lost it...
user2: girl, you good
landonorris: *we got some stroopwaffels
yourusername: I'm injured, let me take some ownership
lewishamilton: hope your doing better 🤞❤
user3: that crash looked bad, I hope you're doing alright
user4: well looking at those picture, I think she's fine
user5: or she got some head injury, because what is going on
user6: so are we not going to talk about it???
yourusername: about what?
user7: hope your feeling better ❤
francocolapinto: que te mejores pronto 🥰🥰
yourusername: Idk what you're talking about, but gracias hermoso 😚❤
user8: how are you still alive, that crash looked so mad!?!?
user9: is no one gonna question the amount of stroopwaffels that they bought???
user10: fr, they're like those ppl from the maths books
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The race started normal. The nervousness as the lights started to turn on, the anticipation electrifying the air as you waited for the lights to turn off. The beating of your heart when they did and the automatic pressure applied to the throttle by you which followed.
You managed to pass a few cars before the first corner, passing a loud crowd in an even louder car. The heat behind your seat, was already making you sweat, and you knew that it would only get hotter as you went along. At least the outside temperatures were still decent.
You remeber checking your side mirror when you tried to pass the car in front of you, and the voice of your race engineer talking into your ear, but you didn't remeber turning. You can't recall if it was your own fault or the car's, or if it was the track. But you do remember your car hitting the curb as you went flying of the track, hitting the fence.
You remeber hearing distant voices, but you couldn't answer, you couldn't move. Your sight was moving so slowly, the dizzy world around you only got a bit clearer after a few moments. Clear enough for you to notice that you had to get out. A smell of fire was what brought said clarity up. Your hands were shaky, as you tried to unfasten your seatbelt. It normally wouldn't have taken this long, but your body was just too heavy. When you finally managed to unbuckle them, you dared to look outside. Over your already heavy breathing, weaved a sense of panic when you noticed that your car had embodied itself into the fence, above the ground, so you had to jump out. There were already Marshalls below, discussing what to do, a crane slowly approached as well. One of the marshalls ran up to the car with a ladder.
Even through your foggy mind you knew what they were planning to do, so you prepared to get out. Trying not to disturb the weight of the car too much, you pulled your legs in and pushed your body up, waiting for the ladder. You looked down towards the orange figures, only making them out blurry through your impacted vision. You jumped a little when a Marshall suddenly appeared by your side. He had already climbed up the ladder, but you hadn't noticed.
His lips moved, but you couldn't hear anything. You didn't know how to answers, so a thumps up had to be enough for now. He seemed to noticed your dizzy state and shouted something down, before slowly reaching out to you, to help you on the ladder. The drop down wasn't far, but the other Marshalls still put you airmattresses in case you should fall.
You don't know how you managed to make your way onto the ladder but you did. Following the Marshall down, as he stayed below you, one hand reaching up and holding you close to the ladder by your back.
At the bottom you had to take a moment to breathe. A Medical team immediately checked if you were alright for the moment, before leading you towards the medical car to take you to the medical centre.
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yourusername: good things: doctor who, stroopwaffels, y mi persona favorito, Franco 😘
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user9: I aspire to be this nonchalant, girl just had a big crash, but instead of addressing it she posts her boy
user10: are they together? user9: I genuinely don't know yourusername: neither do we 🤔 user9: OMG?!?! user10: what is that supposed to mean???? 😳😳
francocolapinto: 🥰🥰❤ [liked by yourusername]
yourusername: 🥰❤😘 [liked by francocolapinto] user11: what is this, guys? yourusername: 😘 user11: welp
user12: WHAT IS GOING ON ?!?! 😲💀👀
user13: right??
landonorris: are you still concussed? 😃
yourusername: from what 👀 landonorris: 💥🏎 yourusername: I don't know what you're on about 🤔 landonorris: 💀
alexalbon: are you dating my teammate?
user14: alex out here asking the important questions yourusername: no alexalbon: I just heard franco shout in protest carlossainz55: I did too yourusername: what are u doing at williams, another dinner date with james 🤨😏😘 charles_leclerc: hahaha, she got you there 😂😂
maxverstappen1: can I get some stroopwaffels too?
yourusername: only if you watch doctor who with me 🥰 maxverstappen1: ok 😊
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The conclusion from the medical staff after your inspection came to a surprise almost. You were pretty much fine, aside from a concussion. Nevertheless did they still sent you to the hospital to get a CAT-scan just to be sure that everything is fine.
After everything there got concluded, you were advised to stay overnight before being able to get picked up by someone. Not that you were in a state to complain, as you were still way too dizzy and tired to complain. The way too hard hospital bed, with it's annoying pillows didn't bother you as much in that moment, because you couldn't really concentrate on it anyway, as you quickly fell asleep.
While you were out, some of the drivers came up to visit, leaving flowers and get well cards. One of the drivers got also instructed to pick you up in the morning. That someone turned out to be Lando. For whatever reason.
Although you were still a bit dizzy, you managed to not throw up or fall on your nose when you made your way to Lando's car. The gifts you received were already on the backseat. The curly headed man, smiled brightly as he saw you, which you returned, still slightly delirious.
"They gave me these funky pills so now I can't stop smiling." Was the fist thing you announce when you sat in the passenger seat. Lando simply laughed loudly and started the car.
"Hey, can we stop at some shop, I'm craving stroopwaffeln." You answered, trying to pronounce it as Dutch as you could, remembering the way Max taught you.
"Fuck yeah, stroopwaffels are the best." Lando agreed eagerly. "But don't tell our trainers."
Completely off it, you lifted a wobbly finger to your lips and let out a pshhh. Lando watched you, and bit his lip clearly holding back a laugh.
"Shit you're high." He mused. "But you have to pretend not to be when we ho shopping, alright."
You held out your pinkie, "I swear."
Lando giggled and wrapped his pinkie around yours.
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lando.jpg: stroopwaffels 🍪
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yourusername: did you steal my stroopwaffels???
lando.jpg: I payed for them yourusername: paid*
user14: damn they're really out there living their best life
user15: he did oscar dirty, haha
user16: I really want some stroopwaffels too now 🙃
oscarpiastri: why are you all so obsessed with stroopwaffels?
yourusername: cause they're amazing
lando.jpg: seriously osc
danielricciardo: oh can I get some too 😯
lando.jpg: no yourusername: yes danielricciardo: great 🥰 thanks y/n
user17: I love the crocs
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You had been ordered to stay in bed by the doctors, so that was exactly what you had been doing. Laying on your couch, watching doctor who, drinking tea and eating stroopwaffels. You ignored the sickness coming over you as you bit into the soft stroopwaffel, before placing it again over you mug, just in time for Franco to come back into the room from the bathroom. Way too loud in your opinion. The remains of the concussion were still present and you were trying to improve your health before the race this coming weekend. So you did nothing and chilled with Franco.
He came over after you got back home and hasn't really left your side since then.
"What candles do you use in you bathroom, they smell amazing." He announced throwing himself back on the couch next to you.
"I think they were a gift, so I'm not sure." You answered, moving you eyes from the television towards the boy.
"Who gave them to you?"
"Charles, but I think Alexandra picked then out." You nodded chuckling alongside Franco.
"Ah, then I'm gonna ask her, maybe I can also pet Leo."
"Maybe you can steal him and then we can co parent him." You suggested eyes focused back on the screen.
"Are you on drugs again?" Franco asked leaning over and poking your cheek. You still had problems moving you eyes, as the world seemed to just lag behind when you did. So with you simply staring at the screen showing barely any emotions you did appear sluggishly, as if on medication.
"Well, I do still take my meds, but I'm not high." Slowly you turned to look at Franco who frowned at you.
"Are you sure it's a good idea to race this weekend again?" He asked concerned. It was a question he had continuously asked over the past few days. And you replied the same everytime. "I have to, I might get dropped if not. I don't want to not perform and look weak in front of the media, they're gonna eat me alive. I mean people have driven in worse states."
Franco didn't answer, but his expression clearly didn't agree with your words. Though he knew that arguing with you wouldn't matter. It would only lead to headaches. So all he did was throw his arms around you and moved his body weight into you, so that you both fell onto your side.
You landed on you back and Franco squeezed in the gap beside you and the back of the couch, arm draped over your torso. When befriending him your quickly learned that his love language was physical touch, so random cuddles were starting to be normal behaviour for him. Especially when he wanted to show that he cared and comfort you.
You never complained, because you actually loved it. You loved the kind of bond you two shared. But there was a slight problem just now.
"I can't reach my stroopwaffels."
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A smut, or fluff story, anything really. Where reader is slightly chubby with thick thighs, and she’s super insecure and lando hates how she doesn’t see her worth and helps her. - coming from a thicker girlie 🥹
a/n :: got me thinking and like im gonna ramble😓
lando would honestly be so fucking sweet everytime you'd feel insecure even when he doesn't understand it.
you are literally so beautiful so how could you feel insecure when he's absolutely smitten but he does get it.. he gets it better than most.
maybe you're just lying in bed with a sheet covering your thighs because it's really one of those days.
lando notices and is quick to reach under the sheet to rub your thighs while continuing whatever conversation you guys were having.
you instantly feel your heart calm down a bit and when you kiss him,'thank you.' without saying it out loud. he's just smiling cheekily as his hand keeps on moving higher and higher till it's cupping you fully and a hiss is leaving your lips.
calls you 'pretty girl,' in public whenever he feels like you're closing off with the insecurities creeping in.
glares at people if they stare till they stop.
he is proud of you and none can ever make you feel bad about yourself when you're his
imagine how he eats you out, teeth dragging sinfully against your soft thighs he is holding securely in his hands. dragging out a low,"patience baby!" when you try to grind against him to get his mouth where you need it the most.
"let me show 'em some love before I get you off, baby," and like who are you to reject such a princess treatment when he's making you feel so good.
you know you can approach him whenever.,
"do you think this makes me look ugly?" and he'll look up before his brows would draw together because like what the fuck?
looking at you literally reminded him that his heart beats because of how fast it goes suddenly.
"you look eatable if anything," lando replies nonchalantly before throwing the phone that was in his hand on the couch, pulling up to his lap so he can show you exactly what he thinks the dress makes you look like.
your cheeks burn and you're sure he can tell when you feel a very hard evidence of how that dress makes him feel.
"this is all for you, love. don't go shy on me now."
lando makes sure to keep an eye out because he knows you are chronically online when you want to be and salty people hiding behind their screens aren't exactly kind.
the minute he comes home and sees you slumped on the couch with your phone in your hand, he is snatching it away.
"babe I'm starving so I think we should cook together."
drags you across the room till you're sitting on a chair while he cooks, keeping you engaged in whatever gossip he gets from the paddock.
you get distracted for a bit and with a smile, lando is leaning against the counter and gently pressing his lips against yours.
hours later, when you both are fed and happily in love, he is again getting on his knees to show him just how much he appreciates your pretty curves.
the world is loud but all you can hear is his voice, he makes sure you know it's the only one that is valid.
it gets easier because he is able to love you at times it's hard to love yourself.
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unfiltered y/n .
synopsis; two drabbles of y/n being the oldest of newjeans, yet arguably the most chaotic and childish. 21 year old y/n who's very gen z coded and borderline chronically online from a young age.
trope; platonic! newjeans x f!reader, just danielle + hyein bc im lazy
wc; 1.9k
cw; n/a
a/n; guys i think i fr forgot how to write erm so sorry this is dookie but i needed to write something lighthearted to keep my sanity even tho writers block is real rn thumbs up emoji ... also y/n is just me again LMFAO
Humming, your eyes glaze over the Phoning chat. You and Danielle sat comfortably within your practice room, the younger girl joining shortly after seeing you had started a livestream. There was no particular reason for this stream, you simply felt like entertaining your fans for the day. Throughout the livestream, you and Danielle simply talked, being some of the most social and extroverted members of Newjeans, it wasn’t hard for you two to popcorn different topics from one another.
“Did you ever read Warriors?”
“What, that book series about the emo cats?”
“They’re not emo– well…. Actually…”
Both you and Danielle burst into a fit of giggles as you tried to explain the lore of the Warrior Cats series, which then went into you making a powerpoint on why your company should allow you to have a cat in the dorms, which then went into a conversation about how you guys wanted to decorate your ideal home…
When you and Danielle were put into a room together, it almost seemed like you two fueled each other's energy in a never ending cycle. Still, as your laughter dies down, the pair of you decide to just chill, even for a moment. Your attention gets drawn back to the comments whilst Danielle aimlessly scrolled on her phone for a bit.
“y/n, who are your favorite kpop artists??” You read out loud.
Your eyes light up at this question. Before becoming a trainee, you were a die hard fan of many groups back when you were younger. Honestly.. You were a bit of a chronically online kid, despite your social tendencies. Back in the day, you ran a kpop stan twitter, and are well versed in the new vocabulary of online meme culture… as embarrassing as it was to admit the more you thought about it.
After reading the comment, the mischievous and playful glint in your eye was impossible to ignore, and Dani seemed to pick up on the shift in energy. Shooting you a suspicious glance, you decide to speak up.
“Ah there are so many groups I love… But.. I’d have to say Red Velvet and LOONA...!”
It was an innocent enough answer at a glance, but to some, the underlying message behind it was glaringly obvious.
Almost immediately after speaking, in the most obvious and not discreet fashion, you freeze, arching a brow making a curious looking expression at the camera as you pucker your lips. It was undeniable that you were referencing an all too familiar meme within the LGBTQ community.
Honestly, you were never one to shy away from your sexuality. You were lucky enough to know who you were from a young age. (All of your odd childhood crushes practically spoke for themselves. Rain from the movie Spirit, for example. The horse.)
It wasn’t long before the girls caught onto you, and they have been nothing but supportive since. Oftentimes they would tease you over your clinginess with your other members, or how you’d very publicly fawn over other female idols, while nearly all of the light drained from your eyes when approached by a man.
In hindsight, it was a surprise that they didn’t catch on sooner. The way you acted so stiff around male idols when forced to do Tiktoks with them, or how you never entertained their advances. However, it seemed like Some fans did seem to notice faster than your own members, and deemed you “Irene's daughter” as a result— a title in which you wear with pride, might you add!
That wasn't to say you didn't have your own hardships and struggles with your sexuality at the same time, though. Of course, being a part of one of the biggest kpop groups of your generation, you couldn’t express your sexuality publically. Not yet. It was too risky. A large chunk of your fan base consisted of straight men anyways… Potential backlash would be detrimental. You didn’t want to drag the others down with you. Not when you guys have so much ahead together.
So you keep your head low, put on your best smile, and focus on your members.
….Until moments like these, of course.
Eyes practically boggling out of her head, Danielle bursts into laughter, shoving your shoulder with one hand while she covers her face with her sweater sleeve.
“Unnie…!” she scream-whispers, baffled by your words. Of course she knew what you were hinting at, she didn’t live under a rock her whole life.
Seeing Danielles reaction only seems to egg you on though. What? You weren’t saying anything explicitly queer. Only the people that mattered would know. Worst case scenario, you’d be in some odd rumor or speculation that had no real evidence to back you up. Maybe you’d be seen as an ally. Humming once again, you pretend to think.
“Though if you want to know about male artists….” You take a significantly longer time to answer this as Danielle is left a giggling mess next to you. She seemed almost a little distressed through the laughter, but she trusted you.
“I would probably say I like EXO and Shinee the most.”
Once again, you make that damn face, and Danielle throws her head back in hysterical laughter. She grabs your shoulder and shakes you around, whispering quiet scoldings into your ear as you snicker, feigning an innocent look as the chat practically blows up.
[cha3wonz] – HELLO???? [kaheii] – y/n blow a kiss if u like women [luv__newjeans] – okay ally
Unsurprisingly, clips of your shared live with Danielle went viral. Many stan accounts on twitter began to speculate that you were queer, whilst others fully embraced it. Your favorite posts were the edits of you with the rainbow flag followed up by a question mark. It was all too good.
Honestly, you didn’t even think it was a big deal. You didn’t pay much attention to other male groups– you never did, really, but when you looked at the new incoming generation of boy group members… They practically had the whole pride parade following them.
There were a few minor articles about you here and there, but you were mostly off the hook.
Danielle lay sprawled across your back whilst you lay on her bed, scrolling through Twitter aimlessly as she laughs at the comments on your recent instagram post.
“It seems that your fangirls can't get enough of you, lovergirl,” she teases lightheartedly as you wiggle beneath her weight, giggling.
Maybe one day you’ll share the news to your fans, and maybe one day they won’t even be surprised. But you’re glad to have what you have now. Just you, your girls, and your ever growing folder of queer y/n memes off of Twitter.
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Hyein was in the middle of a solo livestream within her bedroom, lying comfortably in her bed as she showcased various articles of clothing she had bought with Hanni the day prior.
The livestream was going well, peaceful as Hyein makes her way through several t shirts, sweaters, pants, and skirts of all colors and styles.
Right when Hyein was about to reveal her favorite article of clothing from the haul, loud, almost desperate banging rings throughout the room. An almost pathetic sounding yelp of surprise erupts from the girl before she curiously glances at the livestream.
Leaning forward, she whispers to the camera, “I think… I think there's a creep trying to break in…”
Suddenly, the door bursts open, with a very flustered and irritated y/n tumbling in shortly after. iPad in hand, you collapse into the bed next to Hyein
“Guys, guy, GUYS. The theme was scene!!! What the hell is this?! Look at THIS versus MY outfit!” You exclaim almost a little too loudly as you shove the ipad in front of the camera. Failing to focus on your screen properly, the viewers simply saw a bright white square as you groaned.
Baffled and still a bit in shock, Hyein speaks up, “Unnie, it's really not that serio–”
“This is bullsh–” You cut yourself off as Hyein snorts loudly at your near slip up. Clearing your throat, you grip your ipad a little tighter than needed, trying to calm down.
“This is unfair. And you know what's worse? Its probably some nine year old with their friends voting for them behind the screen!” You whine out dramatically. With how upset you were getting, it wouldn't be surprising if this genuinely was the one determining factor that would either make or break your night.
Hyein couldn't bite back the amused laugh at your seriousness.
You took your games pretty seriously. Even if it was roblox. There was something familiar and comforting about it all, really. Lighthearted games like this played a major part in your childhood— which was, of course, abruptly cut short once you became a trainee at age 14. Now that you were an adult with a job as an idol, you could buy your own robux, buy your own gamepasses and items… and most importantly, stomp on little kids in-game. You were here first, after all.
“Unnie, aren't you like, 21 years old? Don't you think you’re a little too old to—“
“And don't you like— what, 12?!” You shoot back without even missing a beat.
A brief, yet suffocating silence passes as the both of you stare at each other, wide eyed. Never in your years of knowing the younger girl have you ever been so.. sassy to her. You were the oldest, after all. It was your job to take care of her.
Almost instantly, you drop your ipad and tackle the younger girl in a hug, crying out, “BABY HYEIN!!! IM SORRY…!!!”
Hyein on the other hand, was not as reciprocal to your attempts at apologizing. Upon being tackled, half of the air in her lungs practically got knocked out of her, and she finds herself tumbling backwards into the blankets below. Instead of accepting your obviously very real and very distressed apology, she began struggling to wriggle out of your grasp as she yelled out, “NO! LET ME GO UNNIE!! LET ME GOOO!!!”
Though the youngest towered over you by over half a foot, your grip on her was borderline deadly. Squeezing your arms tightly around her neck in an attempt at being soothing and sweet (you werent) you scream at yourself, rocking her back and forth.
“I'm so STUPID im SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY I JUST WANTED YOU TO PLAY WITH ME.”
Incoherent screams and movement was seen from the livestream for about 5 minutes before Hyein tapped your arm, giving in.
“Fine, fine..! I forgive you unnie, just let me go…!”
The moments following Hyein’s acceptance of her fate seemed to actually go by pretty smoothly compared to the chaos that had just ensued a few minutes prior.
Laying in bed together, the two of you played dress to impress while on the live, occasionally interacting with the viewers, but mostly focusing on winning the game. A comfortable silence passes, the only sound being nails against iPad screens.
The pair of you would proudly showcase your creations to the camera, and shared mutual frustration when neither of you would even place despite the immense efforts you put into your outfits.
“I swear to god Hyein, I’m gonna buy both of us VIP and we’re gonna leave these girls in the dust…”
As you prepare to go up for your final round of the night, Hyein suddenly perks up.
“Oh look, unnie! This outfit is actually pretty good…”
“Huh? Oh!! You're right! This is super pretty…”
“…”
“…”
“Two stars?”
“Two stars.”
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idk if u would like this but. idol!jake fingering idol!reader while he reads out loud what people online say about her when they sexualize her / write smut abt her😂
i don't typically do idol aus but i literally haven't stopped thinking about this for like...days. wc: 706
"look how tight they think you are." Jake coos in your ear from behind, arms that were once wrapped around you in a warm hug now holding you against him just so he can keep up the pace under your shorts with his fingers. "imagine if they knew they were right."
you can't help the warmth that fans your cheeks. you'll never get used to it when he does this with you, always eager to read and see what people have to say about you online, only to end up hard and touchy after looking a bit too into it.
you know what you signed up for regarding this career path. there would be smut, there would be comments, there would be all sorts of pornographic materials made about you. that's something you came to terms with before you even made this decision, but realizing that Jake, a man within this same career path, ignores his own smut just to read yours?
you'd argue he may be one of the anonymous accounts writing it in the first place given how he reacts. sometimes he's jealous, other times he's reminded that he's the one who gets to do these things to you.
just like right now, as he recites specific passages from some raunchy fan fiction he said you had to hear about. you were gonna ask him how he found it, and why he's already read it, but you didn't really have to.
considering that warm and endearing hug from earlier absolutely included his cock already hard and probably leaking in his pants.
"pretty skin, all swollen from the bites." Jake continues to read, whispering in your ear as he starts dragging his teeth down your neck. "tight cunt, dripping and needy." he continues, scissoring his fingers open to remind you of just how well these fans must know you.
"Oh, look babe," Jake smiles, angling his fingers just right to have you rolling your eyes. "how come you say all sorts of dirty shit here, but you're too shy to do it for me?"
you can't turn to look at him with a quirked brow like you wish you could, but you're aware that he probably knows the dumbfounded look on your face.
"tell me to fuck you." He dead-pans behind your neck with a breathy whispers, moving to the other side to nibble against your ear. "Be like her, tell me how deep you wish i could be in you right now." ah, the flush is back and your cheeks are on fire. You've never been much of a talker in bed, but having to live up to the half-truths some horny fan wrote is...well.
both hot and creepy. You'd never have paid these websites a single glance if it weren't for Jake consistently reading them out to you.
you can't bring yourself to be like that for him, as you dip your head against his arm and shake your head 'no.' jake smiles at how cute you truly are, sliding his fingers out to circle your clit, reminding himself that he's got the real girl right here. "just say it once baby, please." Jake says playfully, kissing your jawline as he feels your hips move up and against the pads of his fingers, aiming your clit right where you want it. "You'd sound so pretty- just like they said you would." something inside of you cringes, but another part of you ignites at how into every version of you Jake seems to be. You take in a breathe, releasing a slight moan from the pressure below as you sigh out for him. "fuck me, jake." ah, he's so proud to be the one to hear those words. So, so fucking proud to be the one to get to do it to you. And fuck, he'd give just about anything to rub it in those chronically online loser's faces. After all, that's his girlfriend they're writing about. No matter how hot, no matter how much Jake would love for you to be just like the version of you in some of these fics, he'll be fucking damned not to love you how you really are. So pretty, so sweet, so willing to indulge him.
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if you feel like falling (catch me on the way down) | ONE
ᝰ.ᐟ after getting your heart broken by professional soccer player, rin itoshi, all because he loved the game more than you, you officially swear off all men — especially athletes. your publicist doesn't get that memo, though, and you find yourself roped into a fake relationship with yoichi isagi, who isn't just a pro soccer player, but also your ex's rival. things could get messy. ( fem!reader )
pairing yoichi isagi x reader (endgame), past! rin itoshi x reader word count 2.9k chapter synopsis there are certain perks to having a relationship that operates on a "private not secret" basis. for example, you're allowed at least two weeks before the batshit crazy people online figure out that little miss it girl just got her ass dumped. chapter contains partying to cope, social drinking, diet culture, this fic is so chronically online LOL author's notes so normally, i would organize the fic's different arcs or acts by explicitly saying "act 1" or whatever. like i said, we're gonna be chronically online, so the arcs are described as different "eras" and when it's a new arc, we'll get a new era 🤭 each era has special graphics for it: what the media sees vs what's actually going on. think of the era intro as a moodboard for the chapters that'll follow <3
⋆˚࿔ CURRENT ERA: PARTY GIRL 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ from the outside, it's giving irl serena van der woodsen but even better, no one can possibly have the same 24 hours as you, someone needs to convince you to drop the skincare routine STAT, matter of fact - we just need your whole game card
— guest starred on the hottest pop culture podcast where it was basically just a glaze session for you (besides the last 10 minutes where the host started asking about rin), articles that want to help readers live your (unattainable if you're not rich!) lifestyle, and a devoted fanpage that updates your every move... every move.
on the inside, it's actually giving listening and actually relating to sad music, asking an 8 ball if you're the problem, being desperate enough to believe those tiktoks that say if you claim this sound and interact 3x he'll text you back, wondering when you should mail him back his stuff, keeping busy in the public eye so no one suspects how miserable you are right now
— even spotify clocked you and it's auto-generated, customized playlist perfectly depicts what you're going through (talk about the saddest soundtrack to your life), got desperate and consulted quora (this is how you know you're at rockbottom). not shown: your credit card statement (retail therapy works, right? right?!)
“Promise you’ll be on your best behavior?” Yukimiya peers over his sunglasses so he can give you a very pointed look. You tilt your head innocently.
“When am I ever not?”
Yukimiya lets out a very loud, very drawn out, very exasperated sigh. When have you not been on your best behavior? Well, just last month, you got drunk, stumbled out to your garage, hopped in your custom-wrapped pink Porsche, and somehow ended up falling asleep on top of the hood. (In your defense, at least even in a drunken stupor, you weren’t stupid enough to drive.) Last week, you collected the numbers of about eight different athletes and models, sufficiently led every single one of them on, and are now actively ghosting all of them because they committed the cardinal sin of not sounding like, feeling like, or being anything like Rin. And speaking of the devil, Rin’s the reason why just last night, you ended up blocking not just him from your social media, but his whole entire team, too. You felt vindicated when you did this at 2 AM. Yeah, because that’ll sure show him! He hasn’t looked at your story once since the breakup (not that you’ve been keeping track or anything), but in case he tries to play it cool and gets one of his teammates to view it on his behalf, you’ll have put a stop to that plan.
(Even when you’re spiraling, you’re still painfully aware of the fact that Rin’s most likely doing okay, if not still performing at his best. He is most certainly not doing something as childish as getting his teammates to relay info on you to him. Meanwhile, you are apparently a social liability for your closest friends. Spectacular.)
“Don’t answer that.” You tell him. “I don’t want to know what my life looks like through your eyes.” It’s bad enough that every little thing you do gets documented, photographed, and then sensationalized on the Internet, but it’s one thing for strangers to commentate on your behavior when they don’t even have the full story. It’s another thing entirely when it’s your best friend criticizing your current lifestyle.
“I’m just saying, it’s going to be a very casual lunch with my favorite people. Not a party.” Yukimiya clarifies.
“Kenyu, you do realize that inviting me to a birthday party, and then saying ‘it’s not a party’ is kind of giving mixed signals right now.” Now it’s your turn to give him a pointed look, but just like his, there’s no true venom behind it. It’s Kenyu’s birthday celebration, anyway. You’re not about to corrupt Mr. Catholic Private School and tell him to throw a fucking rager.
“If my team gets their way, there probably will be an actual party. If there is, you’ll be the first one I give the details to.” There’s a distant shout in the back; the photographer is done with his lunch, and he’s ready to wrap this shoot up. Kenyu examines his hair in the vanity mirror before getting out of his chair and giving you a quick hug. Your photos have already been taken, and there’s really no point for you to be on set still.
However, Kenyu’s on set. Your only other viable option is to just go home and hide under your covers, rewatching Someone Great on Netflix and Doordashing Ben & Jerry’s. Juliette is home in France and won’t be coming back until the end of the month, and you’re not really in the mood to see any of your other friends. It’s tiring being around people who can’t separate front-cover-of-Vogue you from the real you. If you’re going to have to fake a smile, it might as well be on set rather than grabbing brunch with people who would kill to be able to leak something as headline-inducing as your breakup.
“Pinky promise?” You look up at Yukimiya. “You promise to tell me about the party even if I’ll make a fool of myself because apparently I don’t act on my best behavior?”
He rolls his eyes at your comment. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way, and you know that. Besides, you could never make a fool of yourself. Anything you do is declared iconic, anyway.”
Having a famous movie director as a father and a certified Hollywood starlet as a mother, life wasn’t just set at easy mode for you. You practically were given an unlimited money hack and started off with like, five times the XP compared to any other beginner. At thirteen, you told your parents that for your birthday, you wanted to become a model. Two phone calls and a private jet flight later, and you had signed with the best modeling agency in the country and had your first ever photoshoot booked.
Fate gave you parents with connections, and you’d be a fool to not use it to your advantage. Fate also gave you the same photoshoot as another young model, and you’d be a fool to not befriend Kenyu Yukimiya immediately. Out of all the friends you’ve ever made, fate only gives you good luck twice: first with Yuki, then with Juliette. You used to think you got lucky three times — meeting Rin for the first time was like experiencing something cosmic. Now you know better. Even rich people can have shit luck, too.
Today’s unlucky situation is the way Yukimiya’s “favorite people” all happen to be athletes. There’s not a single person here who isn’t his teammate or somehow related to Bastard Munchen, except for you. If you didn’t love Yukimiya so much, you would have hauled ass. It’s normally easy enough for you to avoid soccer players at parties because they don’t normally get invited to the same social events you do, but now you’re the odd one out.
At least the food is good. You don’t have a photoshoot scheduled until next week, and that’s exactly why you’re comfortable with choking down half a bagel sandwich rather than socialize with the guys seated by you. Yukimiya’s real big on intimacy and the power of friendship or whatever, which is probably easier to achieve when you play a team sport versus the modeling industry, where good jobs are few and far between, and the reason why some models are so skinny is because they can’t afford to eat — literally and figuratively. If they’re not booking jobs, there’s no way they can buy groceries in this economy.
He has everyone assembled at one long table in the massive backyard of his mansion. It’s honestly kind of Last Supper-core, but it fits him. Little Yuki’s finally old enough to have a seat at the big kid’s table. He’s sitting across from you, and you’re sandwiched between Kunigami and Hiori. Next to Yukimiya is Isagi. Out of everyone at this party, soccer player or not, Isagi is the person you want to avoid the most. So far, you think you’ve managed to skirt under his radar. If everything goes as planned, you’ll be able to leave this lunch with your belly full and not having to interact with anybody. It’s looking like you won’t even have to drink in order to get through this.
“Hey, out of all of us at this table, who d’ya think would have the best shot at being a model?” Hiori is clearly speaking to you. The blue-haired player is looking directly at you, for God’s sake. You wonder if it’ll be mean to blatantly ignore him, but considering how this little question seems to have captured the attention of the surrounding players, it looks like pretending you’re hard of hearing is out of the question.
Inside, you’re dying. The last thing you wanted to do was socialize, but it’d be selfish and bratty to request that Yukimiya find more time in his busy schedule to have a one-on-one celebration with you. You’re here to support your friend. You can stomach being friendly with boys who have probably seen Rin more recently than you’ve last seen him. Fuck — why are you thinking about Rin? Do not think about Rin!
You grab one of the premade mimosas from the tray in the center of the table. You down the glass in one swift gulp. On the outside, you flash Hiori a bright smile and give an airy giggle. “Why? You trying to get a foot into the industry?”
Hiori’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “W-well, no. Just wanted to make conversation.”
“No worries! I’ve been trying to keep up with whatever you guys are talking about, but even after all this time being friends with Kenyu, I still don’t really get soccer.” Your smile is still intact. You reach for another mimosa.
“Rin didn’t teach you anything?”
Ever since you entered the industry, you knew that you had to get comfortable with standing out. No — you needed to thrive on standing out. You needed to crave, to rely on, people’s undying attention in order to survive. In the eyes of the media, you’re the center of attention. You got what every girl your age wants. At this table, everyone’s eyes are focused on you. What you want is to be back in your room, away from their prying gazes and curious stares.
But you’re a trained professional. Your smile never slides off, never turns into a grimace. You give a casual shrug, directing your answer to the person who mentioned Rin in the first place.
“I make it a rule to not discuss work when we’re together.” You look at Isagi, asking him with your eyes if that’s a good enough explanation for him. He holds your gaze, looking at you like he sees right through you.
You drink another mimosa.
After loosening up because of the drinks, you find casual conversation with the Munchen players to be easy. The boys honestly never shut up, and you don’t know what they’re talking about half the time, but you’re cracking genuine smiles every so often, and by the time Yukimiya is going around and saying his thanks for everyone showing up, you are…
Not drunk, per se. You’ve built up quite the tolerance these past few weeks, and it’s hard to get wasted off of drinks that are basically three-fourths orange juice. (Seriously, was Yukimiya getting stingy with the champagne? Sober You might be able to acknowledge the fact that Yukimiya might have just been preparing for the Worst Case Scenario, which would be you hogging all the drinks to yourself. Which sort of happened. Fuck. Sometimes it sucks to be known so well.) You’re definitely tipsy, though. Maybe half a tier above tipsy? Whatever the case, you are definitely in no shape to drive.
“Kenny,” you whine out his nickname, trying your best to pull out your puppy-dog eyes. “Please take me home.”
“Ah, damnnit, [Name].” He runs his fingers through his dark curls. “Did you seriously get drunk off of orange juice?”
“Champagne drunk is the best drunk. I’m pretty sure People Magazine quoted me on that like, last year, so it’s basically fact.” Yukimiya doesn’t seem overly impressed. “And I’m not drunk, but my alcohol levels right now are definitely above the legal limit. Sorry, but I don’t plan on making headlines for a DUI. Hard to spin that into something iconic.”
This gets Yukimiya to crack a smile. “I thought you were leaning into the party girl look?”
“Yeah, but after Justin Timberlake got caught for intoxicated driving, he made it look totally lame. He ruined it for us!”
“I wish I could drive you back, but I have to retake some photos for this sneaker ad I’m doing, and with traffic, I’m really cutting it close already. Do you want to just come with, or hang out at my place until I get back? You should’ve said something sooner; I could’ve asked one of the guys to drop you off.”
You crinkle your nose. “No, thanks. I’m not a fan of strangers knowing where I live.” Becoming a model at such a young age thrust you into the spotlight. With media attention comes total pervs who lurk in Reddit threads and 4Chan, and stumbling upon some of the things said about you, reading the things they would do to you if they found you, all laid out in disgusting, graphic detail, left you kind of paranoid. Getting doxxed might be one of your worst fears. No Ubers. No car ride homes with strangers. “I’ll wait here. It’s been a while since I went through your things, so I’m sure there’ll be enough of your dirty secrets to uncover to keep me occupied.”
“Did you need a ride?”
Shitty luck, indeed.
The teammate who decided to stay behind to help clean up (because he’s just that outstanding of a guy) is the sole reason for why you went buckwild on the mimosas. You can see why Rin was always frustrated with him.
“Nope—” You say, at the same exact time as Yukimiya nods enthusiastically.
“Would you mind? [Name] actually lives pretty close by, so it might not be out of the way.”
You shoot Yukimiya a scathing glare. He ignores it completely, smiling at Isagi.
“I don’t mind. That is, if you don’t mind.” Isagi is looking at you expectantly. Yukimiya trusts him. And you trust Yukimiya. By some sort of logic, you should reasonably be able to trust Isagi. It’s clear that Kenyu wants you to carpool with him, anyway, otherwise he wouldn’t have been so happy to dump you onto him.
“Sure. I’m ready to go whenever you are.”
What would happen if you jumped out of a moving vehicle?
At best, you’d get your pretty skin all scraped up, meaning your photoshoots would either have to be delayed, or you would have to endure all the clear distaste for your “unprofessionalism” in the workplace from the people who actually had to work to get to where they’re at. At worst, you end up hospitalized. Somehow, it seems easier to photoshop out a few cuts and scrapes than working with someone in a full-body cast.
As you weigh the pros and cons of jumping out of Yoichi Isagi’s vehicle — a sleek, black sedan that’s top of the line, sure, but understated luxury; it’s not flashy like the sports cars you see most athletes sporting — he smoothly reverses out of Yukimiya’s driveway. Isagi does that boyish thing where he ignores his backup camera completely and opts to rest one hand on the back of the passenger headrest, the other hand on the steering wheel. Fuck. Maybe it’s not a boyish thing. Maybe it’s manly. Isagi leans a bit into your space; not enough to bother you, but enough to where you can smell the scent of his cologne. He smells clean and fresh. Maybe it’s not cologne, but laundry detergent and fabric softener. Somehow, you find this very fitting of him.
He glances out the window to check for traffic and eases you two onto the open road.
He’s not playing any music, and you’re sure as hell not about to ask for the aux. You look out the window instead, watching the world pass you by through tinted glass. It makes everything around you appear darker. Somehow, you find this to be very fitting for you.
“You live around this area, yeah?” Isagi asks you, and you’re reminded that if you want to go home, you actually have to let the driver know where home is.
“Yeah, sorry. Keep heading straight, and I’ll let you know when there’s a turn coming up.” Talking to Isagi shouldn’t feel so awkward. After all, you managed to talk (and actually enjoy talking) to all of Yukimiya’s teammates. You even got along well with Kaiser. But it just feels weird — you’ve never met him directly, but you’ve heard so much about him, that it’s hard to not see Rin’s rants every time you look at Isagi.
So you don’t — look at Isagi, that is. You look at everything else. His car is clean. There are air fresheners in the AC vents. The floor of the passenger seat is oddly clean, like no one ever sits here. If that’s the case, you hope your heels didn’t track in any grass blades or dirt.
“Um,” Isagi awkwardly clears his throat at a red light. “When I mentioned Rin earlier at the party…”
“What about it?” Fuck, this is so embarrassing. Since the car is stationary, you’re in the clear, right? If you just unlock the door, you can escape on foot. Your house is now close enough that it’ll just count as today’s exercise.
“Sorry for bringing him up. I didn’t know—”
“—didn’t know what?” You turn to face him. His jaw is surprisingly sharp, and you watch the way he swallows before he answers you.
“I didn’t know that you two broke up.”
No one knows that you two broke up. You’re still in the process of making sense of it all, and because you’re so messed up over it, naturally you had to confide in Yukimiya and Juliette. Neither of them would ever share that secret, though.
So why the hell does Yoichi Isagi know?
“The light’s green.” You tell him, shifting your body in the seat, avoiding him by positioning yourself even closer to the door.
Neither of you say anything else during the drive.
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𝐅 𝐀 𝐖 𝐍 𝐓 𝐄 𝐄 𝐓 𝐇 - Prologue pt 2
MINORS DNI 18+ FIC
You’ve always liked the idea of having a dominant partner - BDSM was something you’ve read about, watched videos about.
Something you made Pinterest boards and aesthetic tumblr posts about when you were 18 and curious, the idea always sounded nice, but you’ve never done it in practice, not really. Sure you bought fuzzy handcuffs at a gag gift store once, but that didn’t really count.
You’re still a virgin.
You’ve always had that chronically awkward, workaholic type of vibe that made typical dating near impossible at worst and frustrating at best. Normal dating apps have proven fruitless and agitating. So poor curious little you talked yourself into making a fetlife account. You weren’t looking for true love, but at least you could get laid.
DM Request from: 10:13 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Hello, Fawn.”
College was for new experiences after all.
CW: BDSM heavy/centric fic. Safe, Sane & Consensual. Miguel is your professor, but you both don't know that. Age Gap (Y/N is 23, Miguel is mid 30's)
TAG: @slut4oscarissac23
PART 1 - PART 3
It’s been a week since you met Web. You’ve gotten into the routine he provided after you confirmed he expected you to start instantly. Thankfully, your summer job is walkable and makes the whole hour of exercise he’d demanded - so it isn’t much of a change in routine.
He isn’t pleased that your idea of meals is usually whatever frozen nuggets you have in the fridge or whatever you and your roommates decide to swing by to, but there’s only so much you can do on a college budget, and he begrudgingly accepts that fact after some discussion.
You wake with a groan, still entangled in your gray duvet. You had opted for a daybed for your tiny room and it means you often sleep with your nose touching the wall and your limbs curled close to you, fetal position.
For a long moment, you consider heading back to bed. Your hands search down your body and across your bed for the phone. You pull the damn thing out from under your hip and flip it over in your hand.
Web asks you to download something called ‘Telegram’ - it doesn’t log pictures or anything for that matter, according to him. You find you even have a few contacts saved that used it. You discover your cousin is a furry, but you aren’t going to tell him that.
Web’s icon is what you’d expect, really - a red web. His number is fake - surprising to exactly nobody. He was clearly more tech savvy than you. When you had visualized an ideal dominant - Web checked too many boxes. At first you considered ghosting him, anxiety ate you up.
But you also crave his attention - maybe you’re more lonely than you thought. You find yourself waiting for his messages and bouncing at the attention. You’ve developed a habit of staying up too late waiting to see if he’ll pop back online again.
So you click open your phone, ignoring Facebook, Instagram, whatever, and click open the small blue icon to Telegram.
9:13 AM - WebRigger2099 - “Good Morning.”
“ I slept in… Sorry. Just saw this. Morning. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:15 PM
1:19 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Slept in until 1pm? Up late?”
“ Roommates were loud, so I watched netflix. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:19 PM
1:19 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Maybe when summer is over you’ll be able to get proper sleep at my place.”
“ That sounds nice. We’ll have to see. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:19 PM
1:20 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I can set up a dog bed at the foot of mine. I’d make sure you were comfortable, but you’d have to wake me to go to the bathroom. The leash would keep you bound to bed.”
“ And here I thought we’d snuggle. :p ” - Fawnteeth - 1:20 PM
1:20 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Yes, but you have to earn the bed for sleeping at night. Incentives keep you from growing complacent.”
“ You really do know what you’re doing. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:21 PM
“ Any free time today? ” - Fawnteeth - 1:21 PM
1:21 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I work from home during the summer and practically make my own hours. It’s a quiet day.”
“ Can I ask what you do? ” - Fawnteeth - 1:21 PM
1:21 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Yes, but I won’t answer.”
“ Mysterious. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:22 PM
1:22 PM - WebRigger2099 - “If you guess correct you might earn a treat, pup.”
“ How many tries do I get? ” - Fawnteeth - 1:22 PM
1:22 PM - WebRigger2099 - “We’ll say three.”
“ Banker? ” - Fawnteeth - 1:22 PM
1:22 PM - WebRigger2099 - “No. Every time you get it incorrect, you’ll answer a question of mine, how’s that sound?”
“ That's not very fair. :c ” - Fawnteeth - 1:23 PM
1:23 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I never said it would be.”
“ Fine. Ask away. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:23 PM
1:23 PM - WebRigger2099 - “When was the last time you touched yourself, Fawn?”
“ Oh. These kind of questions. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:23 PM
1:23 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Is that a complaint I hear?”
“ No. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:23 PM
1:23 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Well?”
“ The night after we spoke the first time. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:23 PM
1:23 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Good girl. Excited you, did I?”
“ Yes, sir. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:24 PM
1:24 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Good girl. You remembered the rule. No ‘maybe’s, only ‘yes’ or ‘no’.”
“ I’m trying my best. It’s not like it’s fun being a brat at the start. I gotta learn your buttons. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:24 PM
1:24 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You must be a glutton for punishment. Did you see the cane marks I left on some of the girls in my photo album?”
“ I did. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:24 PM
1:24 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Did it excite you, Fawn?”
You huff, rolling onto your other side on the bed.
“ ...Yes. When do I get to guess again? >:c ” - Fawnteeth - 1:24 PM
1:24 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I never said you couldn’t. You’re just answering free questions.”
“ Mean. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:24 PM
1:24 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Exceptionally. You have to earn ‘nice’.”
“ I don’t know why I find you so charming. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:24 PM
“ Librarian? ” - Fawnteeth - 1:24 PM
1:24 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Wrong. And many submissives find comfort in pain and punishment.”
“ you seem like the librarian type. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:25 PM
1:25 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Because you think I’d spank you with a ruler if you made too much noise?”
“ I don’t think a ruler would hurt very much. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:25 PM
1:25 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You haven’t had one break on your skin then. I’ve left bruises with them before.”
“ I sure haven’t. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:25 PM
1:25 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I’ll have to bring one someday, then. And a crop. Anything else you’d like me to mark you with?”
“ Let me think about it. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:25 PM
“ Personal trainer? You have the body for it. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:25 PM
1:25 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Isn’t that what I’m doing to you? It doesn’t pay very well, but I don’t have any complaints about the benefits so far.”
“ I mean. I guess? You haven’t asked me to work out, plus I hear the right clients means you could make bank. So you are a personal trainer? ” - Fawnteeth - 1:26 PM
1:26 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I did tell you to exercise an hour a day. Did you forget?”
“ Not completely. I walk. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:26 PM
1:26 PM - WebRigger2099 - “No, I’m not a personal trainer. Ready for my last two questions?”
“ Yes. :c I thought I was right… ” - Fawnteeth - 1:26 PM
1:26 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Afraid not.”
1:26 PM - WebRigger2099 - “When you masturbated the night we first spoke, what did you imagine?”
“ A bit of what you could look like. Putting myself into one of your photos. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:27 PM
1:27 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Do you like the idea of me showing you off for everyone to see? Your face covered of course, like the rest.”
“ I sure don’t mind the idea. Do most girls say no? I see you haven’t taken any photos in like 7 years. ” - Fawnteeth - 11:27 PM
1:27 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I’ve been busy. Started again recently.”
“ Ohhh. I see. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:27 PM
1:27 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Would you like to practice?”
“ Practice? ” - Fawnteeth - 1:27 PM
1:27 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Posing for my photos.”
“ Can I see you too? ” - Fawnteeth - 1:27 PM
1:27 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Fair is fair.”
“ Your profile pic leaves most to the imagination. Well. Below the belt, I guess. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:27 PM
1:27 PM - WebRigger2099 - “That’s what you want to see, is it? You’ll need to earn it.”
“ Call me curious. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:27 PM
1:27 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You’ll need to follow my instructions for posing, Fawn. Listening?”
“ Yes. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:28 PM
1:28 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You’ll take a picture of every step to prove you’re following along. Understood?”
“ Okay. Let me lock my door. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:28 PM
You need a gameplan. Checking for your roommates, you pop your head out of your door, listening hard. You can hear your roommate Kore’s music - some pop medley that she’s sewing to. Good.
You don’t hear anyone else, so everybody else must be out. You… try not to think about what Taylor or Aurora could be up to.
Sticking your head back in, you close the door. moving to click the lock shut. You check the door, only for it to open with the slightest tug. Glancing at the lock, you frown, flicking it on and off to see no little ‘lock’ mechanism come out.
Shit… You fucking hate your landlord.
You glance around your room - you are not doing this with your door unlocked. You grew up with half a dozen siblings and strict parents - you know how to improvise. Grabbing the circular chair piled with clothes, you push it to the door and force the metal under your door knob. Hands on your hips, you nod at the handiwork.
Good enough.
Snatching up your phone, you frown, kicking away most of your discarded clothes and random papers.You really need to clean your room, but you decide you’d do it later.
Right now, you have other priorities.
Said priority seems to know just when you sit down, the telegram notification lighting up your screen as if you’ve summoned him by pure thought alone. Think of the devil…
1:46 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Having trouble?”
“ No. All good now. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:46 PM
1:46 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Get a marker.”
You frown, then glance at your backpack. You trot over and search through it, tossing a few pens and your pencil case in frustration.
In the end you find a single purple sharpie.
You click open your phone.
“ Does the color matter? ” - Fawnteeth - 1:46 PM
1:46 PM - WebRigger2099 - “No. It just needs to be visible on your skin.”
“ Kay. Got it then. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:46 PM
1:46 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Take your clothes off. Bra and panties can stay on.”
You glance up at your phone and stare at yourself in the mirror.
Your hair is a bit of a mess - that’s fine.
You glance at your sleep shirt, it’s old and the hem is frayed on the sleeves, the little bunny screen printed onto it is mostly faded. You knew you weren’t wearing a bra, so you glanced around your room till you spotted one laying limply on the floor. Tossing off your top and discarding it wherever it landed.
Pulling the bra on, you take a deep breath, glancing at yourself again in the mirror. You feel yourself hesitating. You’ve taken nudes before, what about this makes it different?
Web makes it different. Him telling you to take these for him makes it different. You slip off your shorts and realize you’re wet. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Still, your phone is in your hand again, you flick it open and type away.
“Kay.” - Fawnteeth - 1:50 PM
1:50 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Where is my proof, Fawn? I told you to take pictures. Are you trying to get punished?”
You bite your lip.
“ No. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:50 PM
You need your face mask - the one you wore in all your photos is easy to find. You wrap the thing around your nose and mouth. You know you’re going to crop out your face anyway, but it makes you feel better.
Like you’re pretending to be someone else. You supposed you aren’t you anymore - you’re Fawn. Fawn doesn’t struggle with nudes. Fawn takes great nudes.
You glance at yourself in the mirror. You end up trying a few poses, trying to not put emphasis on your long legs or stomach rolls. You settle on your knees - back slightly arched, one hand splayed on your thigh. Not too lewd.
You snap the photo, shifting your body a bit as you take another. The routine continues a few more times before you pause to look at the photos.
You decide the second one is the best. You move to crop as much of the background out as you can, including your face. Wisps of your hair remain around your neck but that’s fine. Whatever. Good enough.
You hesitate for a moment, finger lingering on the send button.
What if he doesn’t like it? What if he decides he doesn’t like you? You cringe at the thought. You send the photo and close your phone instantly.
[photo] - Fawnteeth - 1:55 PM
You hear it ping and slowly click the screen back on.
1:52 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Good girl. Has anyone told you you’re beautiful today, Fawn?”
You blush.
“ Now someone has. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:52 PM
1:52 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Write it on yourself. We wouldn’t want you to forget if I’m busy and can’t tell you tomorrow morning.”
“ Okay. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:55 PM
You take a deep breath, grabbing the purple sharpie from beside your knee. Biting down on the cap, you frown, glancing over the expanse of skin thoughtfully.
How the hell do you write backwards…. You’ll flip the image before you send it.
It’s embarrassing how long you pause, you stare at the pen and your skin. You come to the sad realization this is the first time a man has called you beautiful like… ever.
You’re smart enough to realize he’s trying to build you up. God, he knows what he’s doing, doesn’t he?
You settle with scribbling the world carefully onto your right thigh. You don’t use the mirror for the photo this time, taking it directly.
[photo] - Fawnteeth - 1:55 PM
1:55 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Again.”
You consider asking him where. After considering for a moment, you scribble ‘beautiful’ on your other thigh. It’s not huge and written towards your knee, but it’s readable.
[photo] - Fawnteeth - 1:56 PM
1:56 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Keep going.”
You wonder where - not your thighs again you decide. After some effort you manage to scribble it carefully above your panty waistband, crawling from your hip and across your stomach.
This time you have to use the mirror. You settle back into that kneeling pose and take a few shots.
You pick the favorite, flipping it so the text can actually be read. You crop it again, cutting off your shoulders and part of your arm.
[photo] - Fawnteeth - 1:57 PM
1:57 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Good. That’s enough.”
“ Here I expected something lewd. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:57 PM
1:57 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Now pull your panties to the side and show me your pussy.”
Your cunt throbs, making your thighs snap together. He isn’t even talking, it it’s words on a fucking screen . It’s unfair how effortlessly arousing Web is.
You could say no. You don’t think he’d be upset if you said no. He had spoken a dozen times over about consent in the past week, reaffirming to you that if you thought it was too much that you were welcome to say so. All it took was you typing yellow or red.
You don’t.
“ Mkay. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:58 PM
You end up sitting back on your ass, legs apart. You see the dark mark on your panties in between your legs. You almost shutter pulling the cloth aside. You feel your slickness on your fingers and wipe it away with your inner thigh.
You see yourself through your phone, legs spread and the hints of the words written on your thighs make you freeze.
You settle with closing your eyes to take the picture. You don’t crop it this time - but your face is still missing from the shot regardless. Just a hint of the black cloth over your chin. Your face is warm both from your cheeks and your breath now.
You click send and wait patiently for his reply.
[photo] - Fawnteeth - 1:58 PM
It comes instantly.
1:58 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Now shove the marker inside.”
Your eyes widen.
1:58 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Take a picture so I can see all the writing and the marker inside you.”
You grab the top of the marker and cap it, flipping it in your fingers.
“ I’ll try. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:59 PM
The marker is cold. You cringe as you press it against your overheated pussy, flinching as you run it along your opening. After a deep breath you slip it into your opening. You couldn’t exactly feel it - it was more like your fingers.
You’ve never bought a toy, knowing your roommates would rip the package open to see what you ordered, nosy as they are, and it’s not like you could order it to your childhood home. There are some things even you know better than to do.
Slowly, you kneel again, your hips up in the air as you see the small white and purple thing in between your thighs.
The last time you took a nude was before college. You chickened out of sending it to your boyfriend at the time. Now you’re just thankful you never got to second base with him.
You take the picture, eyes closed again. Like that somehow made what you were doing more modest and less slutty.
Is it slutty? It’s not like you’re sending it to anyone but Web. But also… who is Web?
[photo] - Fawnteeth - 2:02 PM
2:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “ Good girl. I’m posting this as an album on my page for everyone to see. I’ll blur the background for your privacy, and you already have your mask on.”
“ I thought this was supposed to be practice? :’c ” - Fawnteeth - 2:03 PM
You slip the marker from yourself and put your panties back on correctly. You cringe at the cold wetness.
2:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I find it best to practice by doing.”
“ I guess that makes sense. It’s the first time I’ve sent that to anyone on here. Can you keep the one with my crotch in it private? ” - Fawnteeth - 2:03 PM
2:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You did good. Lighting and the perfect background are nice, but it's not realistic. Not everyone has perfectly angled windows and lamps to make shots. This is raw. Vulnerable. And yes, I can keep those two private.”
“ Thanks. My room is kinda a mess… You’re nice, Web. ” - Fawnteeth - 2:03 PM
2:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Just respectful, and not that much. You have low bars, Fawn. Careful someone doesn’t take advantage of them.”
“ You haven’t. ” - Fawnteeth - 2:03 PM
2:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You just shoved a marker up your cunt for me without even questioning it.”
“ I think you’d be fine if I had said no. When do I get to see it? ” - Fawnteeth - 2:04 PM
2:04 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I suppose you earned it.”
His hands are huge, his chest is broad and clearly the same guy in the photo… and…
Your eyes widen at his dick. The sweatpants bulge in his profile pic is a fucking beast. You had asked him how long it was before, shyly, and he said eight inches. Sheepishly, you told yourself you’d fetch a ruler to see what that would be like in person.
You’d been too nervous to follow through.
He’s wide, too, his log-like member swollen with arousal. The dark brown skin fades to a milder tan as your eyes finally leave his bulge, trailing up the muscular torso. You swear you see a bead of sweat running down his abs, but you realize that it's yours .
You’re sweating, forehead moist, wiping away the rest with a glide of the back of your hand.
Like all the pictures he had of himself in his gallery, the picture cuts off at the beginning of his neck. This one also cuts off near the knees at the bottom.
“ Jesus christ. ” - Fawnteeth - 2:07 PM
“ Did I do that?. ” - Fawnteeth - 2:07 PM
2:07 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Would you be proud of yourself if you did?”
“ I’d feel special. ” - Fawnteeth - 2:07 PM
2:08 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You’re special, Fawn. Do you know what I would do if you were in front of me right now?”
You sink on your thighs as his words. ‘You’re special’ makes you almost tear up. You’re absolutely charmed by him.
Slowly, you lay on the floor, hovering your phone above your face. It’s hard not to grin, chewing your lip red as you think over your reply.
“ No, can you tell me? ” - Fawnteeth - 2:08 PM
You feel accomplished at that. You’re being so smooth and cool.
You wait patiently, crossing your legs and bouncing one of them in the air.
He doesn’t reply. You feel sweat gathering at the back of your neck. You move from lounging casually to sat cross legged before your mirror. You debate sending another message.
You do not send another message - that would make you look desperate, and you are definitely not desperate. That has to be a massive turnoff anyways - after all, he knows what he’s doing, he’s incredibly attractive and hung. He’s probably so sure of himself. Pestering him would just annoy him.
It isn’t even five minutes you wait before you decide to do anything but stare at your phone. You change into loose pajama pants and toss your shamefully wet panties into the laundry hamper.
You’re halfway through cleaning your room when you hear it.
Your phone pings and, embarrassingly, you drop the bra you were holding to rush for your bed. Feeling like a kid on christmas, your fingers shake as you punch in your passcode and pull up the notification.
2:15 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I’m sorry. I have to go for a few hours.”
Your stomach sinks. You think you might be sick.
“ Oh. Okay. ” - Fawnteeth - 2:15 PM
2:15 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I can message you again tonight after 8.”
“ I’ll hold you to that. ” - Fawnteeth - 2:15 PM
Okay. It isn’t your fault, right? Something’s very clearly up with his life.
Frowning, you force yourself take a deep breath to calm yourself.
You investigate his picture, his bedroom is neat and simple. It’s clearly not a hotel room - it’s got some personal cozy touches and you can see some brick outside the window behind his shoulder. The sheets are messy and the blankets are mismatched. He’s probably just some normal guy, maybe he works in an office and just likes his body.
And… bondage.
Y’know - average weird secret pervert things. Hopefully he isn’t married . You didn’t see a ring on either of his hands or even an indent from one he might have taken off for the photos.
Your eyes eventually drift to the marker discarded on your floor, the end still slick. If he was some kind of weird pervert, what does that just make you?
You look down at your stomach and the small ‘beautiful’ written carefully on it. You need to take a shower and get this off.
You sneak through the house with a change of clothes and your nice shampoo you don’t share with anyone. Your house has one bathroom with a half decent shower, technically being a 2 ½ bath house.
You don’t like the other bathroom that Kore and Babette mostly use. It only has a bathtub - the shower head doesn’t work.
You hop in the shower and are horrified at your discovery. It’s not coming off. The writing doesn’t come off with the dove soap or Aurora’s washing puff. Not even scratching it with your nails does anything but vaguely fade it.
Great.
You try your best to not freak out. You’ll dress like it’s winter until you can wash it off your skin. You should have asked Web if you should use a sharpie.
You wash your hair and dry off the best you can. Thankfully, your loose shorts and loose t-shirt hide the marks as long as you don't let the shorts ride up your thighs too much.
You return to your room and move your chair back into its place. You don’t have work today and you can hear the movement that told you one of your roomies had just gotten home.
Your stomach growls.
You’re hungry - three meals, you remind yourself, Web always somewhere close to the front of your mind. Technically this would your first meal, you did just wake up and… fuck. Anxiously, you tug down your pajama shorts. Lesson learned, that shit doesn’t come off in the shower. You make a note to ask Web for a marker to get that does wash off.
You find yourself questioning why some random faceless man on the internet is the motivation you have to take care of yourself. Shaking away the thought, you explore the tiny freezer stuffed with mostly frozen chicken nuggets. You frown, debating ordering takeout again. You settle on boiling noodles and smothering them in pesto and salt.
You head out to the living room - the room is eternally cluttered like the rest of your college house. The ceiling light doesn’t work, so you and your roomies had hung fairy lights everywhere. The drapes are pulled back to let light in - the lesbian flag with markiplier’s face on it in full display to the whole neighborhood. Four couches meant you had plenty of space to sit, falling in the far corner from the only other person in the room - Aurora.
The bubbly blonde is chomping away at her food, phone propped up on the stained coffee table as some sort of video plays. You eat while listening to something about a person named ‘illuminaughty’.
Aurora looked up from her bowl of fruit loops from the couch, she smiled through a mouthful, cheeks as stuffed as a chipmunk. "Mornin'!" she grinned, never one for table manners.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her arm, "You slept in late."
Her eyes looked you up and down, a perfectly tweezed eyebrow raising to look at your leg. "Were you drawing on yourself?"
You looked down, a purple "L" in sharpie just barely poking out of your shorts. You feel a chill go down your spine. You are fucking mortified.
"Uh...yeah," you say quickly, your brain scrambling for a moment to make up some lie. You couldn't just confess that you'd written on yourself and shoved the marker up your pussy just because a man you didn't even know the name of told you too. "Got bored last night, y'know."
Aurora shrugs, thankfully dropping the subject as she turns her attention back to her bowl of sugar cereal.
You promptly get, desperately pretending that she didn’t notice your sexy leg writing, and power walk to your bedroom. It takes effort to not slam the door.
You stay in your room for the rest of the day because you sure as fuck aren’t hanging around your roomies now. Aurora would question you again - it’s Aurora, and you can’t exactly explain away wearing long pants in June.
So you break out your laptop and watch Delicious in Dungeon. You always have a habit of marathoning random shows on Netflix and it passes the time better than staring at the wall, waiting for Web to message you.
You got popcorn as a snack, maybe you’d eat weird monster food too. Senshi does make it look delicious. You chuckle, realizing the name matches.
Hours passed and the sun is barely setting before you consider taking a nap.
8:00 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Hello Fawn.”
You sit up and snatch your phone up at the ping.
“ Hey. Everything good? ” - Fawnteeth - 8:00 PM
8:00 PM - WebRigger2099 - “It’s fine, just a sudden schedule change. Things moved up quicker than I expected, but I should be done for the night.”
“ Okay. Well… You never answered my question, Web. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:01 PM
“ Also. How do I get sharpie off my skin. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:01 PM
8:01 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Oh Fawn…”
“ I thought I could scrub it off, if I’m honest. I figured… you.. might… know… ” - Fawnteeth - 8:02 PM
8:02 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I do, but maybe I should let you keep it on until it fades normally. A lesson to be more careful. Better this than something more serious.”
“ I should have figured as much. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:02 PM
8:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I’m just glad you didn’t shove it deeper. You can’t put things inside without a flare, it’ll get stuck. I didn’t realize I needed to explain things like that to you, but I know better now.”
“ I know that. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:03 PM
8:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “But not that permanent markers are hard to remove.”
“ Yes. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:03 PM
8:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Fawn you are delightfully foolish.”
“ I’m glad you enjoy my suffering. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:03 PM
8:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I enjoy your happiness too.”
“ You’re good with words. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:03 PM
8:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Better with my hands, but you’ll learn that later.”
“ I’ll make sure to keep that in mind. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:04 PM
“ Well. Now that I’ve made myself a fool, I hope I haven’t turned you off. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:04 PM
8:04 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Hardly. I believe we left off before at ‘what I would do to you if I was there’.”
“ Thank you for mentioning it so.. I didn’t have to bring it up again. I’m still quite curious. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:04 PM
8:04 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You remember the picture I sent you?”
“ I do. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:04 PM
8:04 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I want you to order something. I’ll pay, naturally, but I figure it would be more comfortable if I didn’t know your address so quickly.”
“ Yeah. I think that would take some time. A toy? ” - Fawnteeth - 8:04 PM
8:05 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I have a list. Run away with the money and you won’t hear my answer.”
“ I won’t. But are you sure you want to invest anything in me yet? ” - Fawnteeth - 8:05 PM
8:05 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You’ve invested at least 3 days in me with that marker.”
“ True enough. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:05 PM
8:06 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I’m comfortable financially. This isn’t the hit it might be for a girl your age. You’ve earned some nice things.”
“ Oh. I see. Thank you. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:06 PM
8:06 PM - WebRigger2099 - “No using them without my permission, understood?”
“ Understood, sir. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:06 PM
He sends you the link to an adult website. Your cheeks flush as your screen is filled with all sorts of sex toys and other lewd imagery. Your eyes flicker to your door for a moment, anxiety simmering low in your belly as the thought of someone walking into your room and seeing what you were looking at flashes through your mind. You bite your lip, feeling like a nervous teenager under your father’s roof once again.
You notice that the cart has been pre filled with a number of items: A 6 inch silicone dildo; a Lovense egg vibrator; nipple clamps; a rabbit vibrator; a bottle of water-based lube; and a set of black lingerie that matches your face mask.
Your eyes linger on the cart total. That’s more than your paycheck .
“ You sure? ” - Fawnteeth - 8:09 PM
8:09 PM - WebRigger2099 - “If I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t have sent you the link. There is a gift card code: HGJ-8734-KHW. It’ll cover the expenses and leave a little extra for you to browse and select one or two items that catch your interest.”
“ Okay. Thank you. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:09 PM
8:10 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You’re welcome, Fawn. I take care of my pets.”
#miguel spiderverse#miguel o'hara#spiderman 2099#atsv miguel#miguel x reader#miguel ohara#into the spider verse#miguel o'hara smut
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my love is mine, all mine (pt 3)
summary: just more glimpses into your relationship with jude :)
pairing: jude bellingham x reader
a/n: the wait is over! also, i would like to say thank you for getting me to 636 followers!! it means so much to me that y'all are enjoying my writing as much as i enjoy writing it <3
~one~
jude had been your best friend since you guys were kids. both families would go on vacations together. it wasn't time where you guys weren't attached to each other. secretly, you each wanted more. it seemed like the older you got, the more the feelings intensified. not that it would be said out loud.
"oh judey boy, i got a question for ya," you opened the door to his room, flopping on his bed with your chips, after you closed his door behind you. the boy groaned and rolled his eyes upon hearing the childhood nickname.
"when are you ever gonna give up that nickname?"
"hmm, i quite like the nickname."
"of course you do," jude takes the chip bag from you to grab a handful. "on with your question darling."
"i need you to be my date for a friend's wedding."
"no." you gasp and sat up right, ready to plead your case.
"jude c'mon, why not?" you whined, grabbing his arm in a weak attempt to give him puppy dog eyes.
"why can't you just go by yourself?"
"i don't wanna be the only person not bringing a plus one. please, be my date." hearing the word date, sent jude's stomach to flutter with butterflies. wishing it was a real date.
"why does it have to be me?"
"you're my best friend. we do almost everything together," you put on your best pout, batting your eyelashes at him. jude didn't know why he bothered arguing with you. he could never say no to you.
"fine."
"oh my goodness, you are a life saver!" you practically jump on top of him, pressing kisses to his cheeks. he laughs it off and pulls you into a hug. no wonder why people think we're dating.
"I'm not dancing though."
"deal," you stay wrapped in his arms, relishing in the fact that you don't have to ask a random person to be your date.
-
the wedding was beautiful. you definitely cried and jude was right there to dab your tears away. not that he had to but he wanted to. he always did. blame it on muscle memory.
"look everyone is slow dancing," you whisper to jude, while continuing to people watch. completely oblivious to the way jude was staring at you.
"lets dance then. don't wanna be the odd ones out."
"are you sure jude?"
"c'mon," he stands up from his chair, holding his hand out for you to take. you smiled, taking his hand and moving to the dance floor.
your arms settled their way around his neck, while his hands found the comfort of your waist. you guys swayed to the soft music that played in the background.
"have i told you that you look beautiful tonight?"
"and you sir, look very handsome," you meet his eye piercing gaze with a small smile.
"can i kiss you?" jude blurts out in a whisper. he watches your face to see if he possibly messed up the vibe or anything.
"god, you don't know long i waited for you to ask me."
"what? then why didn't you ask first?"
"are you going to kiss me or not bellingham?"
~two~
you watched tiktoks so often that you knew pretty much any trend that happened. being chronically online has always been your weak spot. you told jude that you wanted to do another video. him being so used to it, he agreed immediately. you set up your camera, starting the timer countdown and sitting in your boyfriends lap.
"hey guys, it's me and jude again."
"hello," jude wraps his arms around your waist and puts his head on your shoulder.
"oh wait I forgot something in the living room. will you guys watch my boyfriend really quick?"
"watch your boyfriend? what'd mean by that?"
"they're gonna watch you and i'll be back love," you kissed his cheek and got up. walking out of the room, not going too far. just out of jude's eye sight.
the first couple of minutes were filled with awkward silence. jude was looking everywhere but the phone that sat against the vanity mirror. it was hard for you to not burst out into laughter right there.
"have i ever told you guys how me and y/n met? it's possibly my favorite story."
"she was here in madrid for her exchange student program and visiting the football stadium. there was no one there because it was closed to outsiders. she of course didn't know that and was just wondering away," he takes a second to let out a laugh.
"i seen her before she seen me. the only thing i could think about is how pretty she was. it was cute because she looked so lost and i knew i had to talk to her."
jude had never told you this story. it made your heart swoon at the fact that two years ago and your boyfriend still remembered how you guys met. you decided to walk back into the room. sitting yourself back in his lap.
"baby, you were gone for forever."
"sorry about that. what'd you talk about?"
"that's for us to know and you to find out later," jude kisses your cheek, making you laugh at his weirdness.
"yeah whatever jude," you shake your head with another smile.
"also, stop doing tiktok trends on me."
"never!"
~three~
the fenty beauty lip gloss in the shade fenty glow was your staple piece. the nude brown shade was something that went with every outfit. you've been obsessed with it ever since the shade first came out. it never mattered how many lip gloss or lipstick products you owned, that was your go to shade.
"jude have you seen my lip gloss?"
"which one?"
"the fenty one."
"last time i seen you with it was in the car."
"thank you babe," you place a kiss to his lips and run out to the car. you knew that you had to make the trip fast, in order to continue getting ready because you guys were already late.
you searched everywhere the lip gloss could have been in the car and came up empty handed. it wasn't in the cup holder, on the floor, in the dash board or even in the back seats. you locked the car back and walked in the house.
"you found it?"
"no, i think that i really lost it this time."
"aw i'm sorry to hear that love. we can get you a new one."
"don't bother. it's currently sold out right now," you mumbled and pouted. "it's not the end of the world though. i'll just wear one of the other lip glosses i have," you disappeared to your shared room.
-
one thing your boyfriend never did was give up. not when it came to football, video games and definitely not when it comes to you. he had his mom take him to almost every makeup store, just to find the lip gloss. when he finally found it, he let out a relaxed breath. he bought two, just to be sure you had a backup.
"baby, I have a surprise for you!" you heard jude say from down the hallway, in a sing-song voice. looking up from your phone, you find your boyfriend standing in front of you, with his hands behind his back.
"should i be nervous? what's the surprise?"
"why would you be nervous?" you shrug your shoulders, with a pointed look.
"i dunno, you do some strange shit sometimes."
"hey, that's rude."
"it's just a fact baby."
"anyways, as i was saying before i got insulted by my girlfriend," jude dramatically rolls his eyes, causing you to laugh at his antics. "close your eyes and hold your hands out."
you do as he told you. in less then a minute, the boy drops a small bag into your hands.
"you can open now," opening your eyes, they land on the ulta bag in your hands.
"what's this?"
"open it darling."
inside the bag was your favorite lip gloss. two of them to be exact. your jaw dropped and you looked at your boyfriend in awe.
"babe, how?"
"i had my mom drive to me the makeup stores to find it. it took a while but i got it!" you got up from your seat, pulling your boyfriend into a tight hug.
"you're the sweetest boy ever."
"anything for my sweet girl."
~four~
with jude being a popular football player and on the new cover of fc25, ea sports wanted him to do a twitch stream playing the new game as a teaser. they gave him the setup he needed to put up in his room.
"hello everyone," jude says, while putting on the headset that the company loaned him. "woah this is so weird. i've never done this before."
jude watched the chat go crazy. it was almost overwhelming with the amount of people that were watching and commenting. "someone said 'where's y/n?'. she's currently out with my mom, so she's gonna be out for a while. maybe she'll say hi later."
"saying 'we like her more than you' is absolutely mad. y'all are here for me not my girlfriend!"
for the next hour jude sat in the gaming chair, playing the game. talking and interacting with the chat once in a while. he was so engrossed into the game that he didn't even hear the front door close.
you made your way to the shared room. not realizing that jude was streaming because it had slipped your mind. having a girls day with denise was always fun. you guys went out for brunch and did some shopping afterwards. although, you didn't come home with much. just a new coach bag that you've been eyeing and a bracelet from pandora.
"that's a load of fucking shit! i passed the ball and the stupid player didn't get it in time," you froze behind jude, watching the boy yell at his setup. you knew that you were about to laugh at him, suddenly he whipped his head towards you.
"oh hello darling. how was your day?" jude said, giving you a bright smile. you immediately broke and laughed in his face. after a couple of seconds, he joined in on the laughter. completely forgetting about the paused game.
"what's so funny?"
"you were literally yelling and then you turn all sweet on me," you mange to get out, with giggles that couldn't stop coming.
"they want you to come say hi," you walked over to him, taking a seat in his lap. the boy's hands found their place around your waist. beginning to lightly tap the side of your hips with his fingers.
"hi everyone, sorry to come in like this. i totally forgot this was happening today."
"they are asking you how your day was love," jude's eyes following the fast paced chat.
"my day was great! i had brunch with his mom and then we went shopping. i bought this coach bag that i've looking at lately. i even got some charms to put on it. then i got a new bracelet from pandora," you smiled into the camera, as you retold your day. jude's smiling face began to fade into a light frown.
"are you talking about that cherry bag?"
"yes."
"i was gonna buy that for you as a surprise. thanks a lot y/n," you turned to face jude, watching as he gave you a frown. the dramatics this man will go through.
"how was i suppose to know?"
"you weren't, that's the point of a surprise. you need to stop being so fast and learn patience."
"whatever jude," you playfully roll your eyes, hiding the smile that you had.
"y'all see how dramatic he is?"
"that's uncalled for."
"i think chat agrees with me," you say, looking at how everyone in the comments were agreeing with you.
"it's not fair, they like you more than me. they'll agree with almost anything you say against me," you laughed at his whining and kissed his cheek. jude will always be jude.
#jude bellingham x reader#jude bellingham#jude bellingham imagine#jude bellingham one shot#jude bellingham fluff#footballer x reader
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Twisted Wonderland Senior Headcanons
A/N: i am very tired as i write this, BIBI is saving my life force. I just got screamed at by my mom but the fans (no one) can’t wait 😎. Im sorry Lilia’s is kind of short, im pretty high and have been pushing this off for days.
Contents: Various non romantic headcanons for the seniors in TWST
Trigger warnings (if any): Religion mentions (Trey’s + Leona’s + Vil’s + Rook’s + Idia’s part), eating disorders (Vil’s part), stalking mentions (Rook’s part… no surprise), minor adult themes (idia’s part)
Trey Clover
I might have this feeling only because i also bake but he has beef with multiple people about bread.
Like i mean people spreading misinformation (NO YOU DO NOT NEED TO ADD SUGAR INTO BREAD, IT DOESN’T DO MUCH)
Besides my personal beef with ig bakers…
He doesn’t listen to music, lofi background stuff at best.
He’d listen to anything someone put on with no complaint but he doesn’t feel the need for music for mundane things
With his obsession with brushing teeth i feel like he loves mint
Like i mean spearmint gum constantly, mint chocolate chip ice cream, idk mint leaves in drinks?
Bro can not understand if someone else doesn’t like mint
I believe he is an Atheist living in a Christian household
Its probably brought up rarely but he just doesn’t really believe that saying grace before dinner does anything
I think he’s way too empathetic for his own good, i mean like excusing lots of harmful things due to how someone was raised
(Totally didn’t mean to refer to Riddle but whatevs)
Cater Diamond
Get this man into kpop NOW
I feel he is rivaling Idia with his, honestly abusive, amount of slang
I dont think anyone who isn’t chronically online could stand to hear his thoughts
Or who isn’t insanely mentally unstable
But he pulls shit like “she=onika ate=burgers” every single chance he gets
Which i wont blame him for that, i pull medieval slang every second i can too
He loves brittany broski with his whole heart and soul
Not only is she funny as hell but she can also be very serious in a blink of an eye
On the low he enjoys those insider videos
He likes watching them and pausing them to argue the point to no one
Going back to kpop briefly…
He loves Aespa
Do i know any of the members of Aespa to tell you my assumed bias? No.
Also loves Zerobaseone
Ricky bias
Although i may be biased (oh my a silly pun, you scoundrel)
I do believe that he is a funny person but he is very repressed
I dont mean to make this a whole angst post but he genuinely doesn’t understand how he can express it
He is very sensitive to rejection so i think that leads him to extreme lengths to be liked
And I’m not just talking about how he acts a certain way to please others
I mean a deep rooted guilt for not being what someone wanted
Leona Kingscholar
…all my headcanons for him are purely how I’d personally treat him
Someone get this man a mukbang video and a comfy bed
He barely listens to music but when he does its some rnb stuff
He doesnt care for stuff thats too loud but he does like soft music even if he isnt open about it
I need to make him see nekomimi switch, twitter.gov, and anything else that has catgirls/boys so i can see his reaction
I dont think he holds many physical attributes to lions besides the ears, tail, and teeth but he most definitely holds many reactions and other stuff
Like he is literally sleeping in a garden most the time
He has long(er) nails and hates cutting them
Erm… idk man
I think he had a big Religious breakdown in his childhood
I dont really know what Religion he’d be to start with(due to my lack of knowledge of Religion in Africa) but he’d have the whole moment of betrayal
And then he’s completely Atheist for the rest of his life
Vil Schoenheit
He has a side account where he responds to all his hate comments
For music taste… hear me out…
He likes, on the low, vkei
But no metal like kaneto juusei or gulu gulu I mean malice mizer
He enjoys the instrumental along with the twists they take on classical
Moi meme motie x Vil Schoenheit collab when???
He 100% doesn’t express it though, he tells the public he likes whatever’s popular
I feel like, this may or may not be me projecting, he’s a hellenist
Obviously worshipping Aphrodite and has an altar for her which he never publicly speaks of but is not hiding
heres a bit of TW for eds + that type of stuff
I feel like he has an extremely bad relationship with food
He doesnt see it as something to nourish your body but instead a sort of numbers game
Like with a limit of however much someone says and the whole game is to stay under that number in calories
Besides that i feel he’s very orthorexic to the point he’d refuse to eat something if it looked too “bad” to him
(End of tw)
I know he has a very argued gender identity but i dont think he’s too confused by it
He’s very firm that he is who he is and he never seemed to have much of an inside problem with it
Maybe he got poked fun at a few times but thats all his problems with it
Rook Hunt
Get this man away from me
He is in many fandoms and somehow knows everything going on all the time
Bro personally took down Nayeon’s stalker by himself
But seriously i dont think his intentions are bad, i think he is just trying to be on top of everything in the worst was possible
He doesn’t really think its creepy himself but most the time he is
He is also a Hellenist who worships Aphrodite but also Artemis
He is so very open about his Religion
He makes those hopecore videos on tiktok and has amassed 10k followers but no one knows its him
Yearns to be in the south/midwest for the scenery
Just yearns in general
Bro is single handedly bringing back male yearning and being chalant
Saw bridgerton as a normal tuesday for him
1000 hours on c.ai
I will not, and should not, elaborate.
Is that projecting? Yes. Do i care? No.
He has the longest and some how most effective body/skincare routine ever
I mean like he’d do some shit like “once in a blue moon bath in pure hyaluronic acid for 2.5 hours on the dot”
He loves absolutely everything on everyone and its to a detriment to me personally
Hooked nose? Loved. Chubby? Love. Literally anything unconventional? Consider yourself yearned for.
He listens to anything and everything
Although he cant stand songs about break ups or anything to do with hate
Put this man on “doughnut” by TWICE now.
Idia Shroud
Yes… give me this nerdy man…
He 100% (mostly canon) loves jpop idols
Prolly an akb48 stan
I cant even get started on everything he likes
But i can tell y’all 100% that he is not overly flirty or overly easy to fluster
Istg all i see is either big dom idia or uwu shy boy idia
And both are wrong (in my opinion ig)
He starts arguments about anything and everything in game chats
Because he’s grown up in this big company family he was forced to appear better that how he truly acts so i believe that would also entail with being a die hard hellenist
But without any spotlights he does care, he just likes his games and anime
Speaking of anime…
He loves shoujo, he’s in hiding though
He literally wants to be sawako from “from me to you” but will never say it
Somebody come get this man
If anyone asks he just loves Naruto and One Piece
But we know the truth…
Istg he plays an absurd amount of eroges for the plot
He’s depraved on twitter
Two accounts, one for public image and the other for the unspeakable
Do NOT let him find any dating advice on there cause he will take it and act like a fool
He loves breakcore music and anime intros and thats about it
Besides his jpop idols
I dont think he like kpop, for some reason he just has a grudge against some fans
A little self insert but he 100% has autism (as we all know…) but he also has arfid
For those who dont know… arfid is “avoidant restrictive food intake disorder” which is like you are a very picky eater
He aint struggling with it, he succeeding (LYING)
Malleus Draconia
Get this man a cat or some shit like that
Can someone please make him watch all of aphmau Minecraft diaries and then twilight back to back
This strange individual has that man from the notebook shaking in fear
Bros a hopeful romantic
Randomly says inspiration quotes that you cant find anywhere online
It just came from his heart
He only listens to classical songs he knows how to play
Though i’d doubt if you showed him something he’d dislike it
Bros the yearner
I showed up to the yearning contest and went into anaphylactic shock at the sight of him there
He has honestly researched every single religion for fun
Highlight god damn bible verses for no reason
He needs to make an iceberg of every single religion and why they are good/bad
I just know he has an insane knowledge of lore in any book he’s ever read
Please make him watch smiling friends
You’d have to pause every 5 seconds so he can process it
You could make him do anything tbh, just be like “you should come watch *whatever it is* with me” and bro is outside your door
For shame with the amazing attention towards practically anyone who shows anything besides fear or hatred comes the fact he is unaware of most modern things
He has a tamagotchi and thats it man, get him a 3ds at least
He cant use a phone, cant use a computer, and barely understands the concept of social media
But at least he has the spirit to learn
Lilia Vanrouge
Do i even put him as a senior?
Bro is pushing some mystical number that no one knows
He’s like one of those grandmas that never mention their age and whenever its brought up all they say is “never ask a woman her age”
… perchance a bit controversial but i think he’s bad at cooking on purpose
Ain’t no way someone fucks up cooking THAT bad
I think he really likes horror games
And i dont mean those shitty mascot horrors like poppys playtime
I mean fatal frame, faith, and visage type shit
He listens to breakcore too
I dont make the rules
Hes a gamer grandpa so he either has to have pretty good taste in games/music or the absolute worst
HE’D LOVE GULU GULU AND VKEI
Hes practically already mana sama
Hes got all the moi meme motie dresses
Get grandpa off taobao NOW
I want my nyanya madoka dress, and i will not be stopped by some twinkish old man.
#trey clover x reader#trey clover#trey x reader#cater diamond#cater x reader#cater diamond x reader#leona kingscholar#leona kingsholar x reader#leona x reader#vil schoenheit#vil schoenheit x reader#vil x reader#rook x reader#rook hunt#rook hunt x reader#idia shroud#idia shroud x reader#idia x reader#malleus x reader#malleus draconia#malleus draconia x reader#lilia vanrouge#lilia vanrouge x reader#lilia x reader#im so tired
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Chapter 1: Why Him?
Pairing: Johnny Cage x Fem!Reader
Summary: You’re stuck on a mission with your annoying, depraved, immature co-worker…
Word count: 6k Warnings/Notices: enemies to lovers, slow burn, named!reader, the events of mk1’s story mode have still happened but with a few changes, johnny being annoying, mildish violence, threats of violence (not followed through), reader is rude and mean, a few curse words here and there, flirty johnny, sexual things mentioned but no actual sex is depicted (yet😈)
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A/N: i’ve been debating on whether to turn this roleplay i’ve been working on in character.ai into an actual fanfiction and my intrigue eventually won me over. this is something that has really developed over these past few months, to the point where i would like to share this to the world. btw this is my first actual fanfiction so if anything is off then bare with. also, i’m not an actual writer, just a chronically online loser that has too much time on their hands lol
An audible groan came from the room as Liu Kang explained the task at hand to everyone present.
There have been strange...borderline supernatural occurrences happening in Outworld as of late. You and Johnny Cage have been chosen to both collect more information on one of these strange happenings... together. You both glare daggers at each other as Liu Kang explains the rest. You were stubborn and Johnny was insufferable, naturally the two of you butted heads. In all seriousness, the two of you never liked each other. You thought Johnny a vapid, arrogant child and he thought you an uptight, boring stick-in-the-mud. He never took anything seriously and you took everything too seriously. Truly, a match made in heaven. Why Liu Kang thought it was a good idea to pair the two of you up for this excursion eluded both of you.
"Really? Her? You couldn't choose someone more up for the task?" Johnny complained, rolling his eyes and not bothering to hide his clear disapproval with your presence in the room.
"Are you serious, Lord Liu Kang? There's no way you think this pompous man-child is up for this mission!" You also complain to Liu Kang, not even attempting to hide the evident disdain in your voice.
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!" He's scowling now, crossing his arms across his chest. Despite his own reaction, he really wasn't happy to hear that you also didn't like being paired with him. Think of the Maddy Perez "I was gonna say no but why are you saying no" bit. This man's ego was far too inflated.
"It means that you're an arrogant prat, Cage!” You start to point an accusatory finger across the table, in his direction. "Do you need me to dumb myself down so you can understand me?"
His lips thin to reveal his gritted teth, glaring daggers at you in response. "Oh, I'm the arrogant one? Look in the mirror, princess. You've got a hell of an ego yourself."
You and Johnny subsequently began to argue, both thoroughly unhappy that you both were to be paired together for this mission. Insults and accusations flew across the table as your voices gradually increase in volume.
Kenshi, Kung Lao, Raiden and all others present could only roll their eyes, silently hoping that this latest back-and-forth would be over soon. This quarrel would've went on longer, had it not been for Liu Kang's interference.
"Alright, ENOUGH you two!!" The fire god's voice was loud and firm as he interrupted you both. He had enough of the constant arguing, it was time to get you two to work together for once in your lives.
"I won't stand for this foolishness any longer!" Liu Kang shouted, his cheeks flushing red as rage took ahold of him.
In an instant, you and Johnny ceased your petty squabble. The God of Fire, your superior, has spoken. Simultaneously, you both hung your heads low in shame, muttering apologies under your breaths as you looked down at your feet.
"This is pathetic. You two are supposed to be Earthrealm's champions. Yet here you are fighting like children!” He shook his head in disapproval, the fact that neither you or Johnny would make eye contact with him had his lips pull into a scowl.
He gave the both of you a look of disappointment, like a parent would their misbehaving children. Sighing, he took a deep breath in and a long exhale out, effectively calming him down and clearing his mind. He didn't like to lose himself like that, but by the Gods the two of you were doing his head in.
"Now... l trust that you two will bring back valuable information, yes?" He spoke again, now in a much calmer voice.
"You have my word, Lord Liu Kang. I will not fail you." You nod your head, now actually looking at your mentor. You sit up straighter in your seat as you address him.
Though, as you pledge your loyalty to Liu Kang, your eyes wander. Out of your peripheral, you aim the filthiest of dirty looks at Johnny, scowling at him as you did so. The mere thought of working alone with this man starts to make your blood pressure rise. If this was some divine form of punishment, then it was effective.
Speaking of, Johnny nodded his head. For as much of a pain in the ass this was, he was not about to fail Liu Kang. He could be an egotistical dick at times, but he did care about Earthrealm... and he especially cared for Liu Kang, the man who changed the arc of his life.
"I'll do my part, don't worry." He responded. But then, under his breath, he muttered: “As much as I hate working with her."
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
An hour later, you and Johnny were in a dimly lit, out of the way, shady part of Sun Do. He was sat on a curb, occupied with his phone as he endlessly scrolled through social media. You were leaning against a wall, idly checking your nails for any fractures, dirt or indentations. The two of you were waiting for a contact of Liu Kang's to pick you up and take you to the site of one of those mysterious disturbances, the site of your assigned mission.
This contact should be here at any minute. They'd better hurry up, the both of you were bored out of your minds.
Johnny sighed, loudly and dramatically, as he pushed himself off of the curb. Bored and impatient, he planted his hands on his hips and started to tap his foot on the ground, anything to serve his dull mind with some stimulation.
"Come on, come on. Where the hell's that contact?" He groaned, complaining to you like this delay was your fault. "Liu Kang said they'd be here at this specific time."
"Silence. Your voice is like nails on a chalkboard." Your voice was cold and cutting, as always when you had the misfortune of speaking to him. You didn't even bother to look up at him, why should you?
In response, he snorted.
"Oh, come on. My voice isn't that annoying, is it?" He inquired, a playful smirk on his face as he spoke.
He walked a couple steps closer to you. You didn't say anything to he, only giving him a dirty look and shuffling away from him a bit as he planted himself next to you.
"Don't tell me you're afraid of being close to me, princess." He chuckled. The fact that you had moved away from him only caused his smirk to grow wider. He just looooved to piss you off, he always did, ever since he first met you. The looks you always give him were priceless in his eyes.
In response, you suck your teeth. Johnny's attempt at getting under your skin was working, much to your dismay.
"Piss off, Cage..."
Johnny snickered. He leaned in a bit closer, close enough so that your shoulders were nearly touching. He was enjoying the way your nose crinkled up as he invaded your personal space.
"What's the matter, sugar? Do I upset you?"
"Why couldn't have Liu Kang paired me with someone more suitable..." You mutter under your breath. Out of all your fellow champions, you value this pompous prat the least. To this day, you still never understood why he was chosen to defend Earthrealm, to share the honour of such a duty with you and the rest of the boys. Why? Why him?
"Like who? Kenshi?" He quipped back, looks like you weren't quiet enough.
Johnny chuckled as he leaned in even closer, his eyes fixed on you and you alone. There was something about seeing you so irritated that amused him. Maybe it was the fact that you were pretty and he liked attractive women, maybe it was the fact that he was a prick and he found your irritation funny. Either way, he wasn’t about to stop any time soon.
You jolt to the side as your shoulders touched, turning to scowl at him.
"What? You think I'm gonna bite?" He laughed. The way you react to his presence and touch made his heart beat faster, like some sort of childish adrenaline rush.
"One step closer and you're losing a finger." You bluntly warn him. You were bluffing, of course. You don’t want to stain your clean uniform with blood.
"Oh yeah?" He snickered. Being the fool that he is, he leaned in closer, close enough that the two of you were mere inches apart.
"Do it. I've taken worse from stronger people than you."
Your scowl deepened. This bastard truly had a talent for pissing you off. Faster than he could react, you grabbed his left wrist and spun him around, pinning his left arm behind his back as you roughly shove him against the wall behind. He winced as he made contact with the cold brick, he hadn't expected you to be so quick.
You didn't intend to harm him, although you wouldn’t feel particularly guilty if you did so. No, this was all about sending a message. Leaning in so you can whisper in his ear, you issue the strictest of warnings.
"I am not one to be played with. Liu Kang may have paired me with you for this mission but he said nothing about friendly fire. Try me again and you won’t be so lucky."
Johnny felt slightly embarrassed that he'd underestimated you like this, but he didn’t let it show. His annoyance faded when you leaned in and spoke into his ear, the feeling was replaced by surprise. A tingling sensation ran along his spine as the heat of your breath graced the shell of his ear, it all sent a shiver through his body. His small scowl gave way to a grin.
He liked this.
His eyes snapped shut, faint pink started to blossom on his cheeks. His dick started to chub, the crotch area of his uniform felt tighter by the second. His hips started to slightly rut agaisnt the wall, just for any sort of release.
"Hahh... this is kinda hot~”
You ignore his painfully in-character response, your hands push his body harder against the wall as frustration starts to overtake you.
"Do you understand, Cage?"
He groaned, his face pressed against the rough wall as you keep him pinned against it. Even as the well-trained martial artist that he is, he still couldn't free himself from your iron grasp. Johnny really couldn't believe that this was turning him on, he almost didn't want your hands to leave his body. He had to bite his lip to prevent an unwanted moan from slipping out.
"Y-yeah… I understand." His breath hitched in his throat as he tried to remain calm, however hard it may be.
"Good." You hummed back, satisfied to hear that your message of intimidation finally got across to him. Now, hopefully you could focus more on the task at hand and less on fending off this sack of hormones.
You release your grasp on the man, stepping back in order to give him some space to peel himself off of the wall. Luckily for Johnny, the alleyway that the two of you were in was dark enough so that you didn’t notice the bulge in his pants. Gods, you would've probably finished him right there and then if your eyes ventured a little more south.
"Now then, dust yourself off. Liu Kang's contact should be here any minute now."
Johnny did what he was told, brushing his hands over his torso with a grunt. He was careful not to draw any attention to his crotch, he tried to play it cool but his mind was anything but calm right now. You had really riled him up, he could feel his heartbeat in his cock thanks to your stint. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and regain his composure. He adjusted his pants and spoke up, trying to sound as casual as possible. “Yeah… any minute now…”
For a few minutes, a silence hung in the air. You were staring out at the street and he was awkwardly standing around. Johnny didn't like uncomfortable silences, but he also knew didn't really know what to say. Not right now, at least. He was silently praying for this supposed contact of Liu Kang to arrive already, so he doesn't have to go through this mental torture anymore.
Also, the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off of you in that tight uniform wasn’t helping matters at all. The material hugged all the right places, the metal accents adorning you only accentuated your beauty. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of the curves of your breastplate, as well as two other predictable areas. He was trying his hardest not to glance to the side, but it was getting harder and harder to resist the further the silence went on. And also, because he's Johnny Cage, he has no self-control.
Though, out of your peripheral vision, you managed to catch him looking over at you. Such knowledge made you roll your eyes once more. Without looking at him back, you say:
"What are you staring at, Cage?"
Your harsh tone causes him to flinch, as if he was a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He quickly looked away, trying to play it off as him being distracted by something else.
"N-Nothing. Just... waiting." Johnny meekly responded. He could feel his cheeks turning a faint pink, a sliver of embarrassment made its way through his being.
This irritates you a little more than it should’ve. "Well, why don't you-"
Whatever you had to say was cut off by a mysterious cloaked figure making their way down the alley, towards you and Johnny. He was well built, at nearly 7 feet tall. He was draped from head to toe in a thick brown cloak, a hood was covering his face. Intimidating would be the perfect word to describe this man.
This must be Liu Kang's contact.
"Jonathan ‘Johnny' Cage? Jade Houzuki?" The figure began to speak, much to the surprise of you and Johnny. His voice was deep and course. It sounded almost... inhuman. The sound coming of of his mouth was as rough as sand and as deep as the seas.
You both were a bit startled, both by this cloaked figure's sudden appearance and how it knew both of your names. Johnny specifically was taken aback by the deep and gravely voice of this stranger. It sounded so unnatural, he didn’t like it. He took a few steps towards you, standing closer than usual. Not in a protective way, though. Quite the opposite, in-fact.
"That's us. And you are?" Despite his shock, his usual playful demeanour resurfaces as he responds.
The figure put a fist and an open hand together, the same gesture that Liu Kang always does.
"Greetings. My name is Geras. I am an associate of Lord Liu Kang. I have been tasked to take you to the site of the pyramid. Come, your transportation awaits." He bowed as he spoke, showing that he meant no harm.
Geras began to walk out of the alleyway, his large hand beckoning you both. It was clear that he wished for you and Johnny to follow him.
The both of you give each other a look, a shared expression of confusion. It was clear that you two were uneasy, but… if he was an associate of Liu Kang, then he could be trusted... right?
Johnny sighed, and with a cocky air to his stride, began to follow in Geras' footsteps.
"Lead the way, my man."
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
Geras led the two of you to a horse drawn wooden carriage. Both of you entered the vehicle and sat down on the adjacent seats, patiently waiting to take off.
It was actually rather cozy inside. Four small pink lanterns hung in each corner of the ceiling, staving away the darkness from outside and dimly lighting up the interior. The seats were nice and cushioned, surprisingly so. The door in which you and Johnny entered in sported a little window, perfect for gazing out of.
"Quite a comfy ride we got here, huh?" Johnny said, striking up a conversation with you as the carriage took off. He bounced around a little on the soft cushion of the seat, adjusting himself to sit more comfortably.
The pink light of the lanterns gave the interior a pleasing hue, creating an almost… intimate atmosphere. He was sat on the other side of the carriage, directly across from you. His eyes traveled up and down your body, taking in the sight of you in the low light. Despite the fact that he really didn’t like you as a person, he’d always thought you were attractive.
”Yes...it is rather nice in here." You, just like him, were shifting around in your seat, adjusting yourself in an effort to get comfortable.
Johnny couldn't stop himself from smirking as he continued to "assess" your form. He leaned back against the wall, loudly sighing as he continued to look you up and down.
"You know, I never pegged you for the comfy type. I always just assumed you'd like, I don't know, a really hard chair or something."
You huff lightly at what he has to say. Was he serious?
"Hah, what in the realms do you mean by that?" You look up at him with a raised brow, awaiting an answer.
Johnny chuckled a little as well, a sly look was in his eyes as he explained himself.
"I mean...you seem like the type of person who'd be pretty hardcore about your furniture. I assumed you'd like stuff that was really firm."
You don’t say anything, only rolling your eyes at his remarks before redirecting your attention towards the outside world. This man loved to ramble, and it was more annoying than it was amusing.
"C'mon, don't give me the silent treatment. I know you want to argue back." He teased, sitting up and leaning a little closer to you.
You remained silent, giving Johnny a look of irritation as you slightly lean away from him.
"Aw, are you pouting? That's adorable." He teased, inching a little closer until he was so close that your knees almost touched.
He's so annoying. "Ugh, you’re annoying…”
Johnny laughed, moving even closer to you. There was something so enjoyable about the way you continue to try and keep your distance from him. He liked this kind of attention, even if it was done out of irritation.
"You love it, sugar." He said in a low, nearly sultry tone. He was so close by now that he wouldn't have to raise his voice to a normal volume in order to be heard.
You were pretty quickly growing sick of this man - which, wasn't good for you as you have to spend the next few days with him.
"Geras!" You loudly call out to the construct, the sudden sound of your voice reverberates around the small confines of the carriage, something that drew a colourful word out of Johnny. "How long until we reach the mission site?"
"Jesus, woman. You scared the hell outta me...” He shifted away from you, crashing back down into his seat as he started to grumble. He crossed his arms over his chest, sulking like a moody teenager.
Geras, meanwhile, was driving the carriage to the mission site. He was sat outside, coursing the horses along the road as well as keeping a watch out for any bandits or wild animals. That deep voice of his spoke up, muffled through the walls of the carriage.
"Not until sunrise." He was silent for a few seconds before speaking again. "The journey will be long. You two may wish to get some rest."
"S-sunrise?!"
Your eyes widened, the thought of spending a whole night in a tiny, enclosed space with a man you couldn't stand made you audibly groan in displeasure. Feeling defeated, you slump back into your seat, not looking forward to the night ahead.
Johnny couldn't help but grin as he saw the defeated look on your face. You looked so cute when you were pissed off, he loved it. The fact that you made no effort to hide the fact that you hated the idea of being stuck in a small space with him for a whole night made him laugh.
"Oh, don't make that face! I don't mind spending the night alone with you." He teased, winking at you.
"I couldn't think of anything worse..."
Johnny was really enjoying this moment, the idea of spending so much time alone with you actually excited him. This was the first time in... ever that he's had the opportunity to experience such a pleasure. Are you as excited as him~?
"Aw, don't be a stick in the mud. I'm sure this'll be fun! After all, we'll have a lot of time to ourselves..."
You suck your teeth at what Johnny had to say. The way he emphasised that last word made it clear what he was thinking about. You aren’t stupid, you know exactly what his dirty little mouth is implying.
"You're a fucking dog."
Johnny pretended to be hurt by your words, even putting a hand on his heart to dramatically convey his "wounded" state.
"Ohhh, a dog? How dare you, darlin’. You wound me."
He wore an exaggerated pout, although the smirk on his face gave away that he wasn't actually hurt by your remark. He was still getting a kick out of this whole thing. He continues to tease you, his voice dropping and taking on a low, sultry tone.
"You know you don't mean it, sugar~"
This man was really starting to piss you off. Johnny loved to rile you up, and you were too ticked off to realise that all he wanted was a reaction. Slumping against the wall, you start to twirl your long braid around your fingers, fighting to resist the urge to slap the source of your sour mood that sat across from you.
"You know, you look so cute when you're angry." Johnny chuckled, teasingly wagging a finger in your face. He could tell that you want to lash out at him, that's what made this so fun!
His eyes traveled from your face, down and then back up your body, taking in the delicious sight before him. Johnny started to shift around a little in his seat, subtly adjusting his pants as he felt something start to grow down there.
"Whatever..." You laid your body down on the seat below, a slow yawn slipping past your lips. You too shifted around in your seat, now makeshift bed. Though, not for the reasons that Johnny across from you was.
You were so tired, you'd been up all day without a chance for a moments rest. Your exhaustion, and the man across from you in general, left you unable to keep your heavy eyelids open. Geras did say that this journey would be a long one, so why not get some rest?
"I'm going to sleep." You inform Johnny, mentally hoping that he would follow suit and stop fucking pestering you already. "Do not bother me."
Johnny rolled his eyes. He leaned back, resting his arms behind his head as he watched you make yourself comfortable. He was actually fairly tired himself, but he didn't want to let you know that. He really just wanted to keep teasing you, to see that pretty face of yours curl up in disdain.
"Hmph. And what if I do?"
"Then it’ll be your last mistake." You casually threaten him whilst your eyes close. The mental image of Johnny being up all night and having no one to talk to actually made a small smile sprout on your face. How ever would he cope?
"You should rest. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
Johnny, however, laughs at your words, not in the least bit taken aback by your thinly veiled threat. He wasn't stupid, he knew that you would probably hurt him for real if he kept bothering you. Gods know that it wouldn’t be the first time you did, either. But, a part of him was also tempted to stay up all night, just to spite you.
He leaned his head back against the wall, raking his eyes over your body one more time. A yawn escaped him, fatigue was starting to sink its claws into him. Some rest really didn't sound half bad.
"Hmph...fine."
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
It's now the peak of the night.
The carriage continues its journey toward the location that the disturbance was said to originate from. The interior is now significantly darker, intensified by the late hour. Faint illumination emanated from the four small lanterns that hung in the ceiling corners.
Having long departed Sun Do, the world outside has been submerged in a profound silence, Outworld was plunged in darkness. Along with the distant noises of animals, only the muffled sound of the carriage wheels rolling across the ground disrupted the quiet of the night.
Despite the small and cramped conditions, you’ve made yourself comfortable, you're now fast asleep. Johnny, however, is awake. He was unable to fall unconscious, all the tossing and turning in his seat no longer helped. He was bored out of his mind, there wasn't much else to do besides sit here and wait.
He glanced over at you, a sly smile spread across his face as an idea formed in his head. He knew that he should let you sleep, but the idea of getting under your skin again was simply too tempting to resist. You were so cute when you were pissed off, could you blame him?
"Jaaade… Jaaade… wake up..."
Despite his pestering, you remain fast asleep, lightly storing to add to it. Johnny, however, doesn't give up. He chuckled at your quiet snoring, finding you endearing in this state. A part of him actually wanted to leave you be, but the more he looked at your sleeping face, the more he wanted to bother you.
"Come on, princess… I know you're awake..." He leaned in close. He spoke into your ear, his voice barely above a whisper.
Fortunately for Johnny and unfortunately for you, this did the trick. Waking up, you let out a yawn whilst slowly pushing yourself off of your seat. Your voice was groggy and your speech was slow as you speak to him.
"Joh.... Johnny? Are we... there yet?"
He chuckles at the sight of you waking up, the tired and sleepy look on your face made you look even more adorable in his eyes, if possible.
"No, not yet, darlin'. We've still got a ways to go."
Wait, what? The news that you haven't yet arrived at the mission site caused you to wake up a bit more. If you weren't there, why did Johnny wake you up? Did something happen? Did bandits attack? Is Geras alright?
You dart up, still in a half-awake state but becoming increasingly paranoid. Your voice was rapid as you spoke at Johnny, your mind starting to go a million miles a minute.
"...So why did you wake me up if we aren't there?! Is everything alright? Are we-“
The sound of him laughing cut you off. Your alarmed and paranoid state was so damn funny to him. Seeing you get so worked up over nothing was just too entertaining.
"Calm down, sugar, everything's fine! I was just bored and wanted someone to talk to." He smiled, enjoying the view of you darting up. Your eyes were so wide, you looked like you were ready to pop a vein.
Is he fucking serious? "Are... are you fucking serious?"
Johnny's smile just widened at your outraged response. He loved when you got like this, it meant that he was getting under your beautiful skin.
"I'm dead serious, darlin'. I got bored and thought to myself, let me wake the sleeping beauty up so that I have someone to talk to."
The revelation that he woke you up not because you were being attacked, but because he was merely bored, really pissed you off. This bastard had purposely disturbed your rest no good reason. The panic coursing through your being quickly shifted to anger, bordering on rage.
"You woke me up because you're... bored?!"
Johnny chuckled, he shamelessly enjoyed seeing you like this. The fact that he had the power to drive you up the wall with such a stupid reason was entertaining, to say the least.
"Yep, I'm bored. And I had no one to talk to, aside from Geras outside, and he doesn’t seem like he’s a very good conversation partner..." He smirked, watching you closely.
You were now fully awake. The sudden onslaught of panic and anger had snapped you out of your sleepy state. You were giving Johnny the darkest of glares as you held yourself up off your seat by your arms, a nasty scowl on your lips.
Johnny grinned in contrast, knowing that he had successfully annoyed you again. That death glare aimed solely at him was exactly the response he'd been looking for.
"Aw, don't look at me like that, darlin’! Come on, ain't you bored too?"
"By the Gods..." You take a deep breath in and a long exhale out, pinching the bridge of your nose as you restrain yourself from outright attacking this man there and then.
"Come on, can you blame me? We've been in this cramped ass carriage for hours now. I know you’re also bored.” He chuckled again as he leaned back against his seat, stretching his limbs out slightly.
"Johnny-"
He knew that you were holding back from physically attacking him, and that you were probably thinking of a billion ways to kill him. Johnny knew he was annoying and that he pissed you off, that was the fun in it.
"What's wrong, sugar? Cat got your tongue?" Like the ass that he is, he still continued to push you. He leaned in, his face now mere inches from yours.
Opening your eyes to see Johnny's face inches away from your own wasn't a welcome surprise. Grumbling, you roughly shove him backwards, using his own face to push his body away from you. He crashed back down on his seat with a loud: "Oof!"
After the initial shock of you shoving him wore off, he started to rub his chin and chuckle, the mild sting on his face not really bothering him.
"Damn, you got quite the strong arm, don't you, darlin'?"
"Just go back to sleep, Cage..." You mutter as you lay back down, trying your hardest to fall back asleep.
Johnny sighed, leaned back against the wall of the carriage and propping his feet up on the adjacent seat to him, the spot besides your head. "Well..."
"Do you even have a favourite colour, Jade?"
He looked at you curiously, his eyes on your facial features. As much as he revelled in getting on your nerves, a part of him genuinely wanted to hold a conversation with you.
"...Why do you ask?" You reopened your eyes, your anger gave way to confusion, intrigue.
Johnny shrugged, keeping his eyes on you as you lay there, looking up at him. "I don't know, I'm just curious. Can't a guy have a normal conversation with the woman who's stuck with him for the entire night?"
"Hm..." You lie there, pondering his question. Maybe, just maybe, if you answer him then he’ll leave you alone for the rest of the night.
"...l am rather partial to green."
Johnny smiled in response, this time genuinely. Of course, you would pick the colour that you mostly wore, it made perfect sense.
"Green, huh? Me too." His tone was jovial, but still slightly teasing.
"Is that why you wear it so much? 'Cause you know it suits you?"
You don't say anything, a light scoff escaping you is your response instead.
An awkward silence hung in the air for a bit. Realising that you wouldn't get back to sleep anytime soon, and realising that Johnny wouldn't let up in bothering you talking to you, you sit up and take in a deep breath.
"You like green, too?"
Johnny was admittedly a little surprised that you’d actually started to talk to him. He was honestly expecting you to dissmiss him or refuse to speak, like you always do. Nonetheless, he still answers your question without missing a beat.
"Yeah, I do...guess that's another thing we share in common then, darlin'." He chuckles, his smile never fading. You were a tough nut to crack, but maybe he could get you to loosen up a little more.
"Guess so."
Johnny’s smile widened. For the first time in a long time, you two were starting to have an actual, normal and proper conversation, not just a petty argument. He found himself enjoying this a lot more than he thought he would. He looks you over again. Your tired, yet still rather attractive appearance still intrigued him. He couldn't help but say something.
"You know, you still look cute even when you're sleep deprived."
You chuckle. Johnny's flirting surprisingly makes you laugh instead of getting on your nerves.
And that's when you take a good look at him. The dim pink lighting above actually complemented his features rather well. His cheekbones were well defined, his jawline strong and his smile was bright. Moving downwards, the way his uniform hugged his broad form made a warm feeling make its way through your stomach. Your face softened ever since slightly. As annoying as he was, Johnny is still a very handsome man. Slowly, you were starting to see this.
You start to, ever so slightly, warm up to him. Well, maybe the atmosphere the two of you were in was having some sort of effect on your psyche. Either way, what was commencing was doing so.
"Must you flirt with every single woman you come across?" You tilt your head to the side slightly, a playful look in your narrowing eyes.
Though not obvious, he liked how you chuckled at his words. You looked... weirdly beautiful when you smiled, this was such a rare sight to see.
"No, I only do it to the beautiful ones." He let out a soft laugh, his face still wore a smile but his voice was much more sultry than before, something very intentional.
"Like Kitana? I've noticed how you flirt with her."
"Oh, Kitana..."
He laughed again and craned his neck to look out of the window for a bit. His smile shifted into a sly smirk as he looked back at you. "Maybe a little..."
The smirk on his face grew. It sounds almost as if he was thinking about something that he and he alone was aware of.
"And what if Kitana and I were…friends of sorts?"
You chuckle again, somewhat amused by his revelation. The implication of his words didn't elude you, of course he'd be hooking up with somebody in Outworld.
”Then Sindel would have your head."
He shrugged, not at all bothered by that very true fact. "That's a risk I'm willing to take...for Kitana, at least."
Johnny paused for a moment and looked at you again, his smirk widened as he next spoke.
"Jealous, are you?"
You roll your eyes, your usual feelings of Johnny Cage irritation starting to bubble back up again. "Please..."
The smirk on his face grew more sly. In his eyes, you were trying to act unbothered by the whole situation. He believed that deep down, he knew of your true feelings.
"Aw, come on darlin'. Don't lie to me now. I can see it in your eyes. You're jealous that I'm hitting on a gorgeous girl like Kitana." He winked, continuing to tease you.
"Hah, whatever helps you sleep at night." You start to shift in your seat a little. Not because what Johnny was saying was true, which it wasn't, but because you were starting to grow a little uncomfortable.
This just amused Johnny more. In his eyes, you were starting to get flustered. The knowledge that him and the princess were FWB clearly got to you, he thought. It was all a little game to him.
"Aw, don't worry, princess. Your secret's safe with me. I know you're feeling a tad jealous that I'm into Kitana." He leaned in closer to you, his voice just a whisper.
“By the Gods, you're annoying..." Your head falls into your hand, your fingers pressing into your forehead.
Aww, you was trying to cover up the jealously that was inside you, how cute! There's nothing to be ashamed about.
"And you're adorable when you're jealous like this." He leaned forward, even closer to you.
You again push Johnny away from you by his face, but this time noticeably lighter. Wow, he really was making progress! A yawn slips out of you, you go ahead and lay back down in your seat, shifting around a bit in a bid to get comfortable.
“…I’m going back to sleep. You should, too." You look at Johnny one last time before closing your eyes. "And don’t bother me this time."
Johnny couldn't resist rolling his eyes in response to your warning, but that smirk never faded. He leaned back in his seat and placed his arms behind his head. He silently watched you lay down and start to drift back to the dream world. Only the Elder Gods know what his lewd mind was thinking about at that moment.
"Night, darlin'..."
A/N: thank you for reading!! the actual roleplay isn’t anywhere near done yet, i have so many plans for johnny and jade!! i can’t wait to lay them all out with you all <33
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Pancake anon here.
Whew, where to even start! It has been a week.
At this point, I think I'm just as confused as the rest of you. However, I do have some theories. Take all of this with a massive grain of salt.
I do personally believe N's song posts are about L. I can only see a few reasons she would post these so publicly.
She genuinely just likes the songs and wanted to share
They are a message to someone who she can't communicate with readily
They are a message to the fandom
N has admitted she is chronically online. She is also incredibly smart and calculated about her decisions and what she allows the public to see. Finding songs that are so clearly about love and sex and sharing them "just because she likes them" makes no sense for N. Especially right now after all the speculation from the press tour and backlash L got after the pap walk and beyond. She knows what everyone will read into them and there has already been so much chatter around her love life for her to post songs like this willy-nilly.
If she wanted to share them to communicate with someone it would have to be with someone she can't easily call or text. Yes, she is a millennial and using songs to express your feelings is a core part of this generation. However, see my previous point. She wouldn't do this publicly unless she had a very good reason. And I personally think not having an open line of communication is one of the reasons. But I don't think that person is L. I actually think it's a message to A. More on this in a moment.
Which brings me to the last point, that the songs could be meant for the fandom. I believe this is also one of the reasons. They were meant to share with the fandom that she is in love. Who is the fandom going to automatically think/hope they are about? Of course L. And these songs are incredibly L/N coded. So if she wanted to let us know she was in love and it wasn't about L, I truly believe she would be more deliberate in how she shared this information so it wasn't misinterpreted. She's also protective over L, and she wouldn't want to send that attention to him if it wasn't meant about him.
Which brings us to the topic of A and the friend group. It has been eerily quiet from everyone (except T & C) since their return from Italy. T & C seem to be business as usual but everyone else disappeared. It feels a lot like pre Italy when we all thought something was going down. I still think it was. My gut feeling is things were tense with L&A between GQ & Italy but somehow got settled enough for the Italy trip. Upon returning, my guess is things soured again. Not 100% sure I can pinpoint what exactly the issue is, maybe it have to do with DM, but I don't think it really matters. The silence is deafening amidst all the very loud break up rumors and N's social presence this last week.
Okay, so here is my delulu gut feeling for what is going on. Again, HUGE grain of salt here. I 100% recognize I could be reading everything wrong.
The Italy trip and pictures being published was a bit of a breaking point for N. Not in a "sad girl moping over not being with L" kind of way. But in a "Fuck this, I'm not waiting. I'm going after my man" kind of way. I think something snapped and she decided she decided she was going all in to let him know she wanted to be with him and also let A (and L's other friends) know that she isn't holding back. Cue the shade of the CW birthday post, the scrabble board, possibly the shirt photo (though I'm unsure my thoughts on that at the moment), and most importantly the songs.
The first song was such a deliberate choice. A song about a conversation on the telephone from someone you haven't heard from in a while is definitely going to trigger fans to speculate about L. And even if that wasn't her intention, we know she saw it is what everyone's reaction was. But she chose to leave the song up for the full 24 hours. Then 48 hours later, she decided to double down and post another song that has all kinds of messages about knowing someone very well and there not being any pretense. Almost as if she was confirming our suspicions, because what could be more L coded than that?
The silence from A after all of this was shocking and very telling. N was poking the bear, and the bear was not responding. Even if N did not intend all this about L, the fandom was going crazy, and to remain silent for so long during these situations is not her norm.
Which brings us to current events and rumors about Cyprus. Is/was L there with A? I honestly don't know and I go back and forth on it. On one hand, the rumors are based on two tweets from accounts that went private. One account is speculated to be from a Balkin country. But I do think A is either there right now or was there recently so it's very possible he was too. In truth, I honestly don't think it matters if he was because, again in my delulu gut feeling, sometime recently N has decided to make it very clear to L that she is in love with him. She decided to stop waiting for him to be passive in his relationship with A and just go for it. And I believe she's letting us and A know that this is happening. I don't think she would so confidently do that if it wasn't moving in the direction she hoped.
I honestly wonder if, and lean towards the idea, A is in Cyprus without L because things are ending and she's getting some family support and maybe doesn't really have a place to live right now. I know some people also speculate she is there for a job and this could be needed if things are ending, but I haven't seen clear evidence of that yet. However, her post yesterday is showing me that she isn't going to go quietly and she is going to continue playing games and try to rile people up. I think we might be in for a rough few weeks if any of this delulu is correct.
So that's my 2 cents for what it's worth. I will say, I have also had a roller coaster of emotions this week as many of you have. I go back and forth on a lot of things. But I keep bringing myself back to the last few stops on tour and how obviously in love with each other they were. The way things went in Galway with N's family and the "I will wait for you" song following that stop. And I can't get past the certainty that N is very intentional with what she shares and knowing how fans will interpret it.
Cheers WH patrons as we approach rough waters ahead.
💜🥃
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