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cl6teen · 4 months
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come and see me ❀ ln4
in which everybody knows just how whipped your long distance boyfriend is for you
contains: social media!au, student!reader (21-22), whipped!lando who spoils you a bunch, a short little thing because i love writing for lando, this is purely self indulgent lmao; but to my requests dw im certainly getting to them
📍 rio de janeiro
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yourinstagram clearly not much studying is being done!
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landonorris goddamn
landonorris first
bsfsinstagram this is getting out of hand
landonorris 😍😍
landonorris how are you so beautiful??
landonorris hey
yourinstagram hi i have a boyfriend 🥰
landonorris he’s a lucky guy
maxfewtrell please just come visit so that lando can shut up and stop whining about you
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luv4lando lando always having post notifications on for yn is so boyfriend of him 😭😭
user hes literally head over heels for her
oscarpiastri please do your schoolwork
yourinstagram you’re one to talk 😬
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lando.jpg tfw when u miss ur girlfriend but she’s across the world
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danielricciardo my man my man my man lookin ass
landonorris my girl my girl my girl , and what about it?
yourinstagram i love you 🥰
yourinstagram call me call me call me
landonorris yes ma’am 😍
user lando seems like the type to mention his relationship at any moment and i’m here for it
oscarpiastri he does 😒
landonorris you act like it bothers you
oscarpiastri i just listen because i can’t tell you to shut up
user omg i’ve just gotten into watching f1 but who’s this?
user lando’s girlfriend! he’s head over heels whipped for her
bsfsinstagram please stop facetiming her while we’re trying to study ☹️
user get you a man like lando norris
yourinstagram he’s a one of a kind, but good luck trying!
user nothing was more sweet than watching lando’s post race interview when he said his celebratory plans were going home and facetiming y/n
user need this kind of love in my life asap 😩
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my man 🏎️
are you back from the beach?
you
mhm, just made some dinner
wanna see the photos i took?
my man 🏎️
the answer’s the same every time babe
you
i’m screaming into my pillow and kicking my feet rn
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my man 🏎️ loved an image
my man 🏎️ loved an image
my man 🏎️
holy shit yn
😩😩😩
is that the dress i sent you??
shit, it looks good, you look so good in it
im glad i bought it
you’re the prettiest woman i’ve ever seen
you
lando omg
stop it stop it
my man 🏎️
i cant praise my girlfriend?
i should buy you more things
you
please don’t 😭
this was more than enough i’m so in love with it
my man 🏎️
if i can’t see you i can at least spoil you
i was going to get you a van cleef stack, what colour did you want?
you
lando norris.
i don’t need a van cleef bracelet.
my man 🏎️
what about some heels?
you
you’ve already got me a bunch, my closet is begging for more space
how about you get me podium on your race in singapore?
i cant wait to watch tomorrow
my man 🏎️
well that’s already a guaranteed
i’ll just surprise you 🤍
you
okay love 🤍
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yourinstagram come and see me for once (lando)
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user awe the photo from his stream earlier 🥺
user HELP when he saw that y/n was watching he got so smiley and excited
bsfsinstagram not the partynextdoor lyric
yourinstagram the best of the best
landonorris im coming.
yourinstagram yeah sure 😓
user the period???
danielricciardo is this shade 🤔
yourinstagram most definitely not daniel, get off my page
bsfsinstagram danielricciardo you can get onto mine instead 😍
user realer than real
user does anyone else thinks she’s always too quick to show off her body, like she barely wears any clothing
landonorris shut up
bsfsinstagram shut up
oscarpiastri shut up
danielricciardo shut up
user omg if i was that user i would have no choice but to stop living bc how u get cussed out four times back to back
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my man 🏎️
you shouldn’t worry about that comment angel
it’s been a few days, they took it down
you
i know, lots of people say it anyway
it shouldn’t bother me
my man 🏎️
it’s okay if it bothers you
but don’t change because of it
i like what you wear
i actually love it
you
🙄
of course you like it
you like everything about me
my man 🏎️
why wouldn’t it?
you’re so smart and kind
and fucking beautiful
i won the lottery
so don’t change yourself to fit a rando’s wants
who the hell even are they
you
i love you so much
i wish you were here right now
my man 🏎️
yeah, me too
but i got you that gift i was talking about
it should have arrived by now
you
oh i didn’t even notice
my man 🏎️
yeah they said they dropped it off at your door
you
okay i’ll go check, i’ll facetime you in a bit to try it on
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yourinstagram so he did in fact come and see me…
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user lando standing on business norris
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landonorris i hope you liked the gift i sent
yourinstagram i love it so much
danielricciardo are you not the gift in question lando
oscarpiastri ik your grades are cussing you out rn
yourinstagram i’m actually still getting all A’s i’ll have you know
bsfsinstagram parents reunited in brazil!!
yourinstagram 💋💋
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landonorris 🇧🇷 with this stinker
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user the differences in their posts are taking me outtt
yourinstagram why would you post that
landonorris why wouldn’t i post that?
user will you be back in time for qatar?
mclaren he better be 😅
danielricciardo this is so girl from ipanema core lando
landonorris shut up mate
oscarpiastri when lando finally sees his girlfriend again and is no longer there to complain 🙏🏻
landonorris you know you miss me
oscarpiastri say hi to yn for me
yourinstagram best boyfriend ever 💋
landonorris only for you 🤍
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lnfours · 6 months
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sunshine | l.n
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summary: morning phone calls prompt from this prompt list
warnings: fluff, language, crying bc i want him so bad !!!
masterlist | feel free to send in a prompt!
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you regretted not shutting your blinds last night as the sun shone brightly through the windows of your bedroom. you huffed, rolling over onto your side to try to go back to sleep, but there was no use. it was too damn bright.
you threw the covers off your body, immediately missing the warmth from the blankets and your bed. you grabbed your phone off your nightstand and slipped your feet into the slippers you purposely left by your bed. a shiver traveled through your body as you made your way into the kitchen, rubbing your eyes before your phone buzzed on the counter.
you looked down, lando’s name lighting up your screen with a text.
you awake?
you tapped on the notification, typing back a response before starting to make yourself a cup of coffee. desperately needing the caffeine and the warmth.
just woke up.
you were stirring in the sugar when your phone buzzed and lit up again. another text from your boyfriend.
can i call?
you smiled at your screen, he always made sure to call you in the mornings whenever you two weren’t together. he loved waking up and hearing your voice on the other end of the phone, or seeing your face if he chose to facetime you.
sure, ready when you are :)
after a few seconds, his contact picture popped up on your screen. you took a minute to stare at the photo, a smile on your face as you remembered when you had taken it. it was a picture of him smiling, walking through the mtc with a shoebox in his arms. he had looked too good in the natural lighting for you not to snap a screenshot.
you slid the answer button over, smiling as you pressed the phone against your ear, “good morning,”
“g’morning,” his voice was raspy and you could tell he had woken up not long after you had, “how’d you sleep? any better than the night before?”
“not really,” you sighed, “i think i’m going to run to the store later and grab some melatonin or something. how’d you sleep?”
“slept hard,” he said, before continuing, “i could come with you to the store later,” he said, trying to mask his desperate desperate need to see you after spending a couple days apart, “gotta grab some things, too.”
you smirked, knowing he was just saying it to so that he would be able to see you, “oh yeah? like what?”
he hummed, “things,”
you laughed softly, “okay, i’ve got a meeting at 10. wanna go after?”
“sounds good,” he said.
there was rustling on his end and you could tell it was him getting out of bed, “want me to just drive us back to mine when we were done at the store?”
you placed your coffee on the table in front of you, tucking your legs under your body as you sat on the couch, “i’m good with that. means i don’t have to drive.”
you could hear the playful eye roll, “lazy bones,”
“you know it,” you said, swallowing a sip of coffee down before you continued, “oh! are we still going out with max and p tomorrow?”
“pretty sure, i’ll double check with max though.” lando said, a clinking of pans echoing through the phone. he was making breakfast.
you moved the phone from your ear to look at the time, “i gotta start getting ready for this meeting,” you sighed, “even though i really don’t want to.”
“you’ve got this,” he said back, “show ‘em how badass my girl is.”
you laughed, “i’ll text you when it’s over.”
“sounds good, baby,” his smile was evident, you didn’t even have to see it to know how bright it was, “knock ‘em dead, i love you.”
“i love you, too,” you smiled, “see you soon.”
“see you soon, love.”
you clicked the red button at the bottom of your screen, shaking your head with a slight laugh as you grabbed your mug and made your way into the bedroom.
mornings were slowly starting to become your favorite time of day.
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thetriumphantpanda · 4 months
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Eyes Wide Open | Joel Miller
The Checklist - Exhibitionism
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Chapter Summary | You want people to watch you, Joel knows exactly how to help you with that.
Chapter Warnings | Are y'all bored of the porn without plot warning yet? Joel takes you to a sex club, public sex, exhibitionism, Joel gets cocky that people like looking at you getting fucked, unprotected PiV sex, fingering, dirty talk, pet names, aftercare, no use of y/n, no outbreak AU. Disclaimer that I've never been to a sex club so I have no idea if this is accurate, but we move. Please be kind.
Word Count | 3.5K
Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader
Authors Note | Shoutout to @hellishjoel for helping me work through the ideas for this one, and shoutout to my dreams for showing me exactly how it should play out. We're on the downhill stretch of the checklist now but it you're still enjoying this then reblogs and comments are always appreciated, and if you'd like to support me further, you can donate to my Ko-Fi.
A reminder that whilst this is part of a wider series, this can be read as a standalone if you wish.
Beautiful divider by @saradika
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Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Ko-Fi.
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It’s a Friday night, not particularly late by the time you shut your computer down and sit back in the chair with a sigh. The door to your office clicks shut behind you as you walk through to the bedroom, intent on changing out of your work clothes and into something comfy, ordering pizza and spending the rest of the weekend attached to Joel’s side, but it seems like he’s got other ideas.
He’s sat on the edge of the bed, changed from his work clothes, but still looking casual in his jeans and a flannel, but sitting next to him, laid out so delicately on the sheets, is his favourite lingerie set of yours. Skimpy, all black see-through lace that leaves nothing to the imagination, and your trench coat sat next to him, and then your trusty pair of black heels on the floor. He’s smirking, but there’s an air of something nervous about him tonight, which you can tell from the bouncing of his leg and the way he runs his hand over his face.
“Change into this,” He says quickly, tone clipped as he stands, “I’ll wait downstairs.”
And then he’s gone, his heavy footfall giving him away as he walks down the stairs, leaving you a little dumbfounded. Your hands are already reaching to divest yourself of your clothes though, letting them fall into a pile at the end of the bed as you slip on the black lace. You don’t even bother to check yourself out in the mirror, you don’t care what you look like. All you know is that this little ensemble drives Joel wild, and that’s plenty for you, as you slip the black heels on and tie the coat around your waist with a knot.
Downstairs, Joel is pacing, something he rarely does unless he’s nervous. The keys to his truck are in his hand. He doesn’t even speak to you when he wrenches open the front door and motions with his hand for you to go outside. He doesn’t speak to you on the drive into town either. It’s not until he’s pulled up along a random street, outside of a nondescript building that he opens his mouth, but only when you question him.
“You wanna tell me why we’re sat outside some random building?”
He unbuckles his seatbelt and turns to you with a little sigh, “This seemed like a good idea at the time, but I ain’t sure you’re gonna like it.”
“Try me, Miller.”
Another sigh, “Well, I’ve been thinkin’ about that list again, about you wantin’ people to watch you, watch us, and this was the only thing I could think of,” You raise an eyebrow at him, “It’s a sex club.”
You can feel the smirk growing across your mouth, “Dare I ask how you found a sex club in Austin?”
He grumbles something incoherent which only adds to your amusement of the whole situation, “We don’t have to go in, I know it’s a lot,” He adds, hand finding your thigh under the split in your coat, “Say the words and I’ll drive us back home, unwrap you and fuck you until you can’t walk, it’s up to you baby.”
You take a moment to think, because there is the low bubble of anxiety settling in your stomach. Sure, the idea of someone watching you, admiring you as you get fucked, has always appealed to you. There’s no reasoning behind it, you don’t really know why, it’s just something you’ve always wanted to try. But that doesn’t make the thought of this any easier - it’s a club full of people who probably do this sort of thing all the time, people who have specific things they like to watch, maybe even specific people and what if you aren’t one of them? But, that warm palm on your thigh makes you feel safe, and even if no-one else watches you, he always does.
“Okay, let’s do it.”
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You’re not sure what you were expecting from the inside of a sex club on the outskirts of downtown Austin, but it certainly wasn’t this. The inside is beautifully decorated, plush velvet seating, red drapes that section off certain parts of the club, a floor that isn’t sticky, but immaculately clean instead. You were expecting it to smell too, and it does, but not unpleasant in any way. There’s low music playing, and you can certainly hear some of the other people here already having fun, but it doesn’t embarrass you, only makes you more excited.
At the door, someone had explained how things work - there was no obligation to do anything, but if you did want to engage in anything sexual, you had to use one of alcoves that were curtained off. If you wanted people to watch, leave one of the curtains open, and if you wanted them to join in, all you had to do was invite them to do so, but otherwise, they had to watch, and none of them could get themselves off whilst they watched either - the woman explained there were areas to do that elsewhere.
Joel has a hand on your lower back, guiding you over to the bar - strictly no alcohol for obvious reasons - but the bartender makes you a very nice virgin sex on the beach, which is ironic. Joel sips on a 0% beer as you stand and wait to see who makes the first move. You sit and look around, letting the sounds of other women’s pleasure fill your ears, looking at the other couples who are doing much the same as you and Joel are, apart from the fact that you can’t see any of them secretly trying to rub their thighs together for a little relief.
There’s a moment, a little while later, when one of the sets of curtains is pulled back, and a woman, hand-in-hand with a man, walk out, attached at the hip, looking sweaty and sated. You take hold of Joel’s hand, leaving your half finished drink on the bar, and drag him behind the curtain before anyone else has a chance to take it.
“Keen, are we?” He chuckles, watching closely as you close both curtains behind you for now, turning to him.
“Kiss me.”
He walks over to you, lips pressing gently to yours as his hands take hold of the belt keeping your coat together, hands pulling at the knot to undo it, his palms pushing it from your shoulders to leave you standing in just your underwear.
“You want me to open the curtain?” He asks softly against your mouth.
You nod, trying to chase his mouth as he pulls away a little.
“Words, baby,” He says, “Use them.”
You snake your hand around his neck, pulling him back down to your mouth, “Open it,” You demand, “Let them see.”
Letting him go, you walk slowly over to the couch near the back of the room, sitting down on it, crossing one leg over the other as Joel pulls back one side of the curtain. He turns, walking back toward you as he takes off his shirt, unbuckles his belt and leaves both on the floor with your coat. He gently takes hold of your hand, pulling a little to get you to stand up.
Joel settles on the couch, right where you had been sitting before, widening his legs, tapping the material between them for you to sit, which you do, facing the open curtain as you sit between his thighs.
He splays one hand across the naked skin of your tummy, pulling you closer into him, the bulge in the front of his jeans resting against your lower back, the other cradling the side of your face opposite where his lips are currently tracing down your neck and over your shoulder. You close your eyes, let out a soft sigh of pleasure, as your head tips back against his shoulder.
When you open your eyes, there's a jolt of surprise when you see a few people already standing near the open curtain, already watching you. They’re almost casual with it, stood with their arms crossed or leaning against the wall as Joel trails his hand from your tummy to your thigh, widening his own as he pulls yours further apart.
“They’re looking, Joel.” You whisper softly.
“I know, baby,” He coos into your ear, “Shall we give them a show?”
“Yes please.”
It’s all the encouragement he needs, both of his hands coming around your body to cup your tits through the material of your bra, squeezing gently as his teeth start nipping at the skin of your neck.
“Think we should show them how perfect your tits are?” He whispers, fingers dragging up to the straps to slip them off your shoulders, before he pulls the cups down, settling them under your tits to show them off.
Almost like he knows he’s showing you off, parading you in front of people, he brings his palms to the sides of your breasts, pushes them together as your nipples peak stiff in the cool air of the room.
“I think they like you, honey,” Joel’s voice is in your ear again, “Look how many people want to watch you.”
And he’s right, there are a few more bodies that have joined the small crowd that are watching you, as Joel’s hands cup the weight of your tits, his fingers rolling your nipples, drawing a gasp from your mouth as Joel’s hips rock into your back, hard cock digging into your skin, obviously just as affected by by people watching as you are.
“Joel,” You whine, “I need to you touch me.”
“I am touchin’ you, baby,” He chuckles, “You want my hands somewhere else?”
“Please.”
“Given them your tits, now you wanna show them your pussy?”
“Joel, please.”
His hand moves slowly down the bare skin of your tummy and over the lace of your panties, fingers hovering where he knows you’ll be wet, even you can feel the damp material sticking to you. He hooks one of his fingers into the side of your panties, running it over your slick folds a few times as your hands settle on his denim-clad thighs, fingers digging into them as he gently pulls your panties to the side, exposing your core to the people in front of you.
You can hear hums of approval, some people suck in their breath and it makes you preen. Yes, you think, fucking gasp at me, I'm a goddess and look at what this man does to me. Joel’s palm cups your pussy for a moment, his lips still working softly across your neck and shoulder, the roughness of his beard and the way his teeth nip at you sure to leave marks for days.
Then, he drags his palm up, using two of his fingers to spread the folds of your pussy, really showing you off to everyone in front of you. For the first time, you really look at the crowd, there’s not many, many seven or eight people, all stood with their eyes trained on the most intimate part of you, watching as your cunt glistens and flutters around nothing.
“You know what they’re thinking?” Joel asks, his other palm pulling your thighs apart even more, one finger dipping into your slick cunt, dragging the wetness up so he can circle your clit, “They’re thinking this is the prettiest pussy they’ve ever seen.”
He’s got one hand pressed to your belly, dragging you back against him, the other working those tight, precise circles over your clit. Normally, in the privacy of your own home, he’d take his time, but here, any ounce of patience he has is gone. He wants them to see you, wants to know the beauty he gets all to himself, the pussy he gets to do with as he pleases, and most of all, he wants them to know how he makes you cum, almost like he’s proving himself to these strangers. Look at me, look at the man I am, look how well I know this woman’s body and how quickly I can get her off.
It’s all an intoxicating cocktail that has you hurtling towards the finish line in no time. Your head is tipped back against his shoulder again, back arched and hips rocking in time to the movements of his hand, but your eyes are trained on the people in front of you, flitting from face to face as they watch the way your legs start to shake, the way you can clearly see from the front of their trousers how much this turns them on.
“You gonna show them how pretty you are when you come, baby?” Joel asks, hand abandoning your stomach in preference for wrapping around your throat, he doesn’t squeeze, just holds you there, anchors you to his body as his finger circles one, twice, three times more and throws you over the edge.
Fingers still gripping at his thighs, you cry out, moaning his name as his finger slows a little against you but never stops, “Yeah, that’s it baby,” Joel encourages, “Let it all out for them.”
When you open your eyes, coming down from the high, body warm with pleasure, shaking as Joel’s fingers sink inside you, not to get you off again, but to make sure you’re ready for him, a few more people have joined the crowd now, clearly hearing your cries of pleasure and wanting to know exactly what the fuss was about. Well, you’ve joined just in time, you think, as Joel manipulates you onto your back, leaning back a little to undo his jeans, but not bothering to stand enough to completely take them off, just pushing them down enough to free his cock.
Whilst he fists himself, hand at the base of his cock, you tilt your head towards the people watching you. You’re not stupid enough to imagine they’re all here for you, there are three women dotted in the crowd, and whilst you can never be sure, much like you aren't sure about the men either, you’d like to think some of them are here for Joel, admiring the broadness of him, the thickness of his cock, wondering, imagining they get the opportunity to feel him doing exactly what he does next, which is to sink his cock slowly into your aching cunt.
You’ve spread your legs as wide as you can manage, palms on the underside of your thighs to hold yourself open to Joel as one of his hands props him up next to your head, the other pushing the leg closest to the crowd down, so your aren’t covering what they’re here to see the most.
He drags his cock out of you, almost fully, before he slams his hips back into yours. Your tits bounce with the force, a surprised yelp leaving your mouth, but God it feels good. You’re looking at each other, Joel’s intense brown eyes looking down at your face, your mouth dropped open in pleasure as he sets the pace, drawing gasps and whines from you each time he pushes his cock back into you.
Letting go of your leg once he’s sure you’re in a position where everyone can watch the way his cock is stretching your cunt, he takes hold of your face in his hand, fingers pressing into the soft skin of your cheeks which makes your lips purse a little. He drags your face away from looking at his own, one cheek laying against the material of the couch, looking at the crowd, you catch one man run a palm over the bulge in his jeans whilst he looks you dead in the eye, but it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable, it makes you feel powerful.
You can feel Joel’s nose nuzzling at your other cheek, lips pressed to the sweaty skin, “Look at them, baby,” He demands, “All of them watching you get fucked, you like that?”
All you can manage with his hand on your face is a ‘Mmmhmm’.
“I know you like it,” He breathes, “Know how I can tell?” It’s rhetorical, of course it is, “You’re squeezin’ me so fucking tight, baby, and you’re drippin’, so turned on by all these people who wanna fuck you, huh?”
It’s another ‘mmmhmm’ that he gets in response, but your hips are moving up to meet his now, letting the tip of his cock brush so deep inside of you that you see stars.
“What do you think they want to see most?” He asks, breathless in your ear, “Do you think they want to see me fill you up?” But you shake your head in his hand, “No, you’re right baby,” He agrees, “I think they want to see me cover you, paint my cum all over you.”
You know he’s not going to last much longer. You know him, and you know his signs. The way he gets more vocal in your ear, groaning and panting, and the way his thrusts get heavier, sloppier. You know it, he knows it, and the gaggle of eyes on you mean you’re both hanging on for dear life, Joel trying to hold himself back, wanting just one more from you.
Snaking a hand between your body, you circle your own clit, slick and wet and sensitive from earlier as he finally lets go of your face, holds himself up on both him palms planted on either side of your head, hips slamming into yours, lewd smacking of skin and your combined breathless pants the only thing people can hear over the sounds of whatever other people are doing outside of here.
“That’s it baby,” He encourages lightly, “God, you’re fuckin’ perfect around me, make yourself come and then I’ll give you what you want.”
Like magic, you do, body arching up into his, legs hooking around his lower back as you come for him, moaning his name, looking at only him now as he sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth.
“Hold your legs open baby,” He asks, “Gonna give you what you want, okay?”
You’re boneless, palms pressing against your knees to keep you open as Joel slips his cock from your warmth, one hand furiously fisting at himself, the other keeping his body weight off you. You feel the first rope of warmth hit your stomach before he tosses his head back, calls your name out to the ceiling as he covers you in him. Pools of thick, white seed land across your skin as his hand milks every last drop from his cock, the two of you just watch each other for a moment, the only sounds you can hear are you own breath sucking into your lungs and the sounds of what other people are doing outside of your little oasis.
“You okay?” Joel asks softly, leaning forward to press his warm lips to your forehead.
“I’m good,” You smile, “Really good.”
“Yeah?” He asks, almost surprised as he sits back on his knees, tucking himself back into his jeans.
You run your fingernails over his lower belly, scratching gently as you look at him, “I really liked that.”
When you turn your head a little, the people who had been watching you are already gone, onto the next show, the curtain pulled together to give you both a little privacy. Joel stands, finds a box of tissues on the table next to the couch which he uses to clean you up.
“Did you like it?” You ask, as he readjusts the lace of your under, covering you up.
“Yeah, I did,” He smiles, face cupped in his hands to kiss you, “Liked that they could watch, see how perfect you are, but that you’re only mine.”
You snake your arms around his shoulders, kissing him again, “Can we do this again?” You ask, biting at your lip, almost shy to ask for it.
“Yeah baby,” He smiles, keeping you as close to him as he can as he reaches for his clothes, “You wanna come back here?”
You nod, letting Joel slip your coat back onto you, watching as he ties the knot tight, making sure no-one’s going to see you as you leave, as if some of them hadn’t just watch him rail you to within an inch of your life.
Joel presses a kiss to the tip of your nose as he takes your hand in his, “I’ll bring you back,” He promises, pulling the curtain out of the way so you can make your way on shaky legs out of the club, “But right now, I’m gonna take you home, and we’re going to get in the bath, okay?”
“Okay,” You nod, “Take me home, cowboy.”
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getoscrybaby · 9 months
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okkkkk, imagine sugardaddy nanami is hella stressed from his work and y/n tries making his day better by making him groan,grunt and whimper from that head, and that riding 😜. (maybe sprinkle a lil praise kink innit 😝)
You’re on to something 🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️
Sugardaddy!Nanami who has been drowning in work for the past week and semi neglecting you.
from spoiledbrat:ummm hello, is there a reason I’ve barely heard or seen you all week 🥺
Sugardaddy!Nanami who had back to back meetings with no time to check his phone. When he final did have the time he saw he had multiple text from you.
from spoiledbrat: are you ignoring me
from spoiledbrat: you okay, I feel like you’re distancing yourself from me 🥺
from spoiledbrat: are you mad at me 🥺👉🏽👈🏽
Sugardaddy!Nanami who felt bad for ignoring you and texted you back
from moneyman ken 🤤: I’m so sorry baby, I had a months worth of work to catch up on when I got from our trip from Bora Bora. I promise I’m not ignoring you nor am I mad at you. Daddy’s sorry, I’m going to send you some money, go shopping baby. My apology gift 😘
from moneyman ken 🤤: $4500
Your phone chimes with two notifications back to back. You picked your phone up from the elegant living room table in your penthouse( gift from Nanami) and saw Nanami finally text you back. Reading his message you smiled a little but also felt bad. You know he bust his ass to keep his business running and it is stressful being a CEO. when you also saw he sent you money an idea came came to mind. You quickly sent him a text back.
from spoiledbrat: Its okay daddy, I understand. I miss you though, can you come over around 9 maybe? Stay the night with me 🥺😩
Sugardaddy!Nanami who was on his way to his fifth meeting of the way checked in phone when it showed a message from you and smiled. He sent you a message before shutting it off.
from moneyman ken 🤤: of course my love. I’m heading to my last meeting for the day, I’ll see you at 9
When your phone chimes with a reply from him you just loved the message and got to work. First by going to mall to do some shopping, then you went to get your nails done, followed by your hair, then a wax. You were gone for about 5 hours. When you got home it was 8:35. You were cutting close with time, Nanami texted you that he was on the way so you had to hurry up and shower. And once you showered you got dress and into position.
Sugardaddy!Nanami who walks into your penthouse( yes he has keys, he paid for the shit) with a large bouquet of roses in one hand and a large Louis Vuitton bag on the other.
“Princess I’m here” he called out
“In the bedroom” you yelled back.
Nanami walked up the stairs and opened your crack door and what he saw made his jaw drop.
In front of him is you laying in your large bed, in sexy black lingerie, lights off, candles light, and looking at him with such a slutty look. Nanami picked his jaw up and smirked.
“What’s all this baby” he asked as he walked towards the bed placing the flowers and the bag on the chair near your bed. “Well you said work was stressing you out so I thought I could help you relieve some of it.” You said sitting up and started to unbutton his slack. “Mhmm is that right baby, you wanna help daddy” he asked in a teasing manner to which you nodded your head rapidly to. “Well go ahead baby, help me relax” nothing more needed to be said, you pulled out his dick and got you work. You spit on it and started stroking him up and down while playing with the tip. “Shit baby! Stop teasing me and put that mouth of yours to use” Nanami said before grabbing you by your hard and shoving his down your throat. You moaned out and gave him your best. Stroking his dick with two hands and sucking, occasionally pulling it out and slapping it on your tongue. At one point you went hands free sucking his dick like your life depended on it. “damn baby, where is this coming from? You’re sucking my dick so good, making me feel so good.” He praised you but you only responded with a moan. When Kento felt like he was close to nutting, he pulled you into a nasty kiss before pushing you onto the bed and removing the rest of his clothes.
He laid on the bed on his back and pulled you on top of him in reverse cowgirl style. “Go on baby, you wanted to make me feel good right ? Gon head and ride this dick” he told you placing his hands behind his head. You grabbed his dick and slowly slid down causing y’all to both moan out “shit” Nanami watch as you bounced up and down his dick and listen to you moan out how big he was and how good he felt. He was in heaven, memorized at how your fat ass looked so juicy and moved like water. He pulled a hand from behind his hand and gave your ass a hard smack, “yeah baby just like that, riding my dick so good” giving you another ass smacking, causing you to moan out like “yeaa you like when I smack that ass baby” he asked smacking your ass again “mhmm yes daddy, I love it” “yeaa I bet you do, daddy’s little slut. Face down ass up” he firmly spoke, maneuvering you both into position before he started drilling into yo shit. “Got damn princess, pussy so wet” he spoke throwing his head back and thrusting hard. All that could be heard in the room was you loud moans, his grunts, and skin slapping together. Nanami looked down and watched as your ass recoiled off his stomach, before he leaned down and spit where your bodies were connected and rubbing it on your pucker hole before sliding his thumb in. “OMG” you moaned out, looking back at him before your eyes rolled back and you clenched around him.
“Mhmm that’s right baby take this dick, being such a good girl for me.. yeaa that’s right keeping sucking me in.” Nanami would praise you and continue his assault on your pussy. At one point it became too much and you kinda fell forward “nuh uh baby don’t run. Take.this.dick” he grunted, thrusting hard into you with each word. “n-no mmore daddy, I c-can’t take it” you whined out, clenching around him, ready to cum. “you wanna come baby, wanna cream all over this dick” he asked you feeling his balls tighten, he’s not far behind you, ready to cum as well. You quickly nodded your head and moaned out a “yes please please pleaseee.” Nanami quickened his pace and told you, “gon head baby, come for me, come with me. Took this dick like a good girl, you deserve it, come on pretty girl cum” to which you both did, moaning and groaning as you both came down from your high falling onto the bed.
Nanami got out the bed to get a towel to clean you up before he cleaned himself up. “Get up baby, go pee” He gently shook you half sleep body. “Don’t wanna, tried” you mumbled out. Nanami shook his head and scooped you up and walked you to the bathroom and placed you on the toilet. Once you were done he let you wash your hands before he went to your drawer in the bathroom and grabbed your bonnet and place it on your head and walked you into the bedroom. Once you were laid down, he blew out the candles and joined you. Pulling you to his chest his mind couldn’t help but wonder to how relaxed his felt, like a ton of weights had been lifted off his shoulders.
Sugardaddy!Nanami who could get use to taking his stress and frustration out on you
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By your side from day one <3
finally set aside some time to finish off wilds turn for being self aware, the smartest one who found a way to get out without breaking your tv and getting the glass shards of screen everywhere. I'll be back on requests and such soon though!! <3
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“Come on [name], you can’t be serious about missing out on plans just to talk to someone you don’t even know is real.”
“You say like I would want to go clubbing tonight either way, besides he’s said he’s just been working up the courage to video call.”
“And you trust that?”
They’ve got enough of a conscious to look a bit ashamed when I look at them, I know they’re worried for me but of all the things to be so worked up about this seems harmless. 
“What if I told you that he was messaging me and telling me to stop talking to you.”
“Can you show me the proof.”
“Well… no. he deleted them immediately afterwards.”
Are they just jealous? This is so unlike them that it’s offputting. I know they can get a little worked up when I get close to other people but accusing my online friend - accusing wild - of threatening them? It’s petty and childish. Are they afraid I’ll replace them or something? 
“Okay, alright. This isn’t going to make me cut him off you know?”
“[name]...”
“Reach out when you don’t feel like senselessly trying to cut me off from others. I’ll see you around.”
Hopefully, it’s sooner rather than later, but if they don’t? It’s their own fault they thought they would need to sabotage my other relationships to get closer to me. They even have the audacity to call out after me as I’m leaving, still trying to warn me about him, like they can’t accept I would dare get close to anyone else. Not like it doesn’t feel awful potentially losing a friend like this, but what can I really do?
The trip home seems to pass in a blur, until I’m already collapsed onto my couch with a familiar notif going off on my phone. Opening it proves it is exactly what I expected it to be, a message from him, asking me how my day has gone showing me more care than nearly every other person in my life ever has. Not expecting me to drop everything on a dime for him, even if recently he’s been getting more possessive in his messages like he wants to be serious when I’ve never seen his face. 
- I’ve been decent, met up with a friend. Not much really, you? - 
- Had to do chores for someone I don’t like >:( wanna get away from everything tbh - 
- why not just up and leave? - 
- I mean, it’s not like I haven’t been planning something - 
Seems like the possessive streak has worn off now then, so I don’t have to worry about mentioning friends again. There isn’t even a reason he should be possessive of me though, unless he’s got a secret crush or something. Which I hope he doesn’t, he’s been speaking to me for barely a couple of weeks. 
- You free to call tonight? It’s been a while. - 
- I’m good rn if you are. I’ll just grab my headphones - one sec - 
- :DD perf perf - 
Honestly a call will be nice, I can just zone out for a bit, play some games and chat. It’s the perfect way to destress after everything that happened earlier, I still can’t believe they threw away our friendship over something so small. Maybe I should just block their number and drop them even if they do try and apologise, I don’t really need people like that in my life. 
“So then love, any plans for tonight?”
“I thought you said you were gonna drop calling me that?”
“It’s silly and you didn’t answer my question anyway.”
“Nah not really. I’m just loading up breath of the wild, been a bit since I’ve -”
“Oh shit.”
Has wild been link this whole time, wait - how did he get access to the internet, HOW IS HE SENTIENT?  
He’s just sitting in his hateno house, holding the sheikah slate like a phone and silently, through the switch anyway, talking. The look of horror on his face is gut-wrenching though.
“You - you…”
“Oh - uh - I mean. Come on love it’s not that bad is it? I - I’m not going to hurt you, I swear.”
“I don’t think I want to deal with this right now… I’m sorry I just.”
The look of horror and shame shifted terrifyingly fast when he noticed me moving to turn off the switch, replacing itself with fear and anger before he steeled himself, and presses his hand against the slate’s screen?
He - he’s reached through my phone to grab onto my wrist. 
“No, don’t turn me off, I can’t go back to being just a voice. Please”
“How… how are you DOING THIS?”
“That… Isn’t what matters right now.”
His grip feels so nervous, he looks it too - which makes sense, I would probably be petrified if I lost my body just because I was trapped in a game. I can’t turn him off that would be cruel… he deserves better than that. 
It instantly lightened as I moved to sit back down, a sigh of relief echoing through both my tv speakers and my phone, as he let go the second I sat with his hand retreating through my unbroken phone. 
“Okay, you promise you won’t try to turn me off?”
“I won’t if you’ll explain.”
“That - that’s fair, I can do that for you love and - if I told you that I think I’ve figured out a way to get out? Would you let me live with you?”
“So that’s why you were so forward abou- yes you can. When you’ve explained everything. And made it certain you’re not planning to kill me because you’re scared of me sending you back.”
The reverb’s stopped now, which makes talking a lot more pleasant and less like he’s trying to intimidate me now, not that I blame him for it if I was about to condemn him back to that hellscape. I just, I really hope he isn’t trying to get out just to kill me, I don’t think I would ever be able to get over my childhood crush wanting to kill me even if he has every right to want that.
“What- No no I don’t - why - why would you think I would ever want to even hurt you let alone KILL. I - love I. I love you. That’s why I’m doing all of this - I - I.”
He’s crying. I should’ve known that he wouldn’t do anything like that - it’s within his right to - but he’s link, he’s the hero, the protagonist who was stuck to my side through it all. I know I shouldn’t have said that it wasn’t meant to be cruel but it was careless enough to hurt him. 
“I’m sorry, I came on to strong, you - you have every right to be scared of me. I promise though love I - I will never hurt you ever.”
“I know… I just panicked. You can explain now I won’t overreact again I swear. Or if you’d prefer -”
“If I would prefer..?”
“Why not get out first, then explain?”
Lighting up a firework in my face would have been less blinding than his smile in that moment, it’s such a sweet smile - a genuine one too. Meaning that I said the right thing, that I’m doing the right thing by giving him this chance. 
Hopefully, I won’t regret it.
“Really? You’ll let me do that?”
“I think it’s a good idea, it’ll be easier to talk to you as well. Just - how are you going to go this?”
“Um, oh, well uh, I think I could possibly make your switch into a mock version of a warp medallion? Then link my slate to it and just well”
“That makes sense, you can go ahead then, shouldn’t take long right?”
“No, no it won’t.”
A couple of seconds was all the wait it needed for him to stumble out of the blue lights and right onto me, clearly disorientated by the shift into reality. Probably not as bad as any of the 2d links would have struggled to be fair to him. It was an even shorter wait for him to jump onto me and cling even tighter than a koala could ever hope to, nuzzling up against my neck like it’s the only - because - it’s the only real touch he’s ever felt. 
“So you want to explain then?”
“Could we wait? That took much more effort than I thought. I just want to rest a bit if that’s alright.”
“As soon as you’re rested enough to. You going to sleep for a bit then?”
“No I still want to talk, just about something less taxing?”
Seems like he’s more dodging the topic than anything, which is fine I can get him to talk about it later, there really isn’t a rush for anything. It’s fine. Besides he’s like an excited kid that’s staying up way past his bedtime right now, where’s the harm in staying like this for a bit?
“Mind if I ask why you’re so determined to call me ‘love’ then?” 
“Because you’re everything to me, my light, my love, my life - you’ve been with me through everything. From when I woke to killing ganon and you didn’t abandon me there. You’ve shown me your favourite cities, stuck with me when you had the choice to choose others because you said I am you favourite, so really? How could I not love you?”
“You were aware even in Mariokart?” 
His giggle is sweet, he’s so charming right now, especially with how unaware of it he is. It’s so earnest and unfiltered, just so raw, I could go the rest of my life with that being the only thing I ever hear again. Compared to how he acted in cutscenes as well? He’s happy. Tired but happy.
“Oh before I forget, You should be expecting a delivery actually!”
“What.”
“I’ve been wanting to get out of the game for a while so I ordered some things to try make myself more appealing to you.”
“Like what? Link you didn't need to do anything like that.”
He just shrugged, seems like I won’t be getting an answer to that till whatever arrives whenever it does. Seems he really wasn’t lying about being tired though, he’s already starting to fall asleep laying against me like this. Thankfully he’s light enough to move to a more comfortable position, although theres nothing I can do about how tightly he’s holding me and truthfully? There’s nothing I want to do about it.
“Y’know I think I could get used to this.”
“Yo’ will I pr’mise, I’ll make you addicted to m’.”
“Well that isn’t ominous at all… and you’re already asleep.” 
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54bpm · 1 year
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Tips For Vtubers
Howdy there, I’m Liv and I’m a vtuber much like you, but I’ve been here the whole time so I’m here to compile stuff for you to help make your transition less scary.
To start, here’s is a post with a lot of tips for general tumblr use and here’s one for giving your blog a custom theme.
Beyond that here’s other things that aren’t mentioned but are gonna be relevant for you:
If you’re coming back to tumblr know that you can’t follow from your sideblog, if you want to follow back it will be from your main, as will your likes, replies, asks. Decide what to do with this information now before you settle into a blog.
Fully explore the settings, there's a ton of stuff hiding in there. AND do it on PC at least once, some stuff is not in the app.
Blogs have individual block lists, no idk why either. So if you want someone banned from everything you need to do that manually.
 Also enable tumblr Labs! It’s got reblog graphs which are rad (my beloved orbs) And alternate dashboards, the Blog Subscriptions one is my fave because it means all you have to do is turn on notifications to get all your fave guys in one dashboard.
Contrary to popular belief there is still a porn and adult content community here, if you want to get anywhere near them you have to have age in bio or they’ll smite you. EDIT: I posted more about how to navigate lewdposting here.
Tiktok embeds don't play nice with tumblr for some reason, if you also do tiktok then just reupload your videos and link your account there underneath.
The link post type will show up for your followers but there’s a chance it won’t show up in any tags, so don’t do going live posts like that.
BUT you can straight up embed your stream into your posts! As long as you're using the New Post Editor you should see this menu:
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Click the video camera, link to your twitch and bam. There it is. You can also do this with the video post type! If you're ever worried about your post format getting bonked just go through the tags and see what posts that DO make it are doing. Together we can overcome spaghetti code.
General "tumblr culture" is to not comment on posts but its not one thats set in stone, your fellow small vtuber account is probably dying for interaction so comment on posts! scream in the tags! send funny asks! Getting interaction right now is going to be a big comfort during a weird time.
Oh yeah we have ask boxes built in, no marshmallow needed.
ALSO we have pinned posts just like twitter, but as long as you want! Put your ref & socials & art tag (yes you can keep your fanart tags) & your minors DNI & a picture of your cat if you want.
OH I do suggest picking out tags for your personal content if you plan to also do reblogging, makes it easy for newcomers to find what you're doing.
#vtuber and #indie vtuber are full of fanart for the big guys. If you wanna find each other use #vtuber uprising
Okay this post is getting so long but final tip: check out custom pages. They're on the custom theme menu and they're basically mini webpages on your blog that can have their own coding. You can do Literally Whatever. Lore! Credit page! Ref sheets! I once put a choose your own adventure where you navigated by clicking specific parts of a picture on tumblr pages. I Mean Anything.
That's all for now, please add other tips if you want. And please reblog! Not just this post but other peoples too! This will all be way less of a drag if we can find each other. 💖
EDIT: One more thing, lolisho shit Does Not Fly here. They are some of the only tags that tumblr has actually shadowbanned and there is a reporting criteria for it to get taken down. It also doesn't fly on my blog! Begone!!
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I’ve Got You | JJ Maybank x Reader
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Pairing: jj maybank x f!reader
Word Count: 3.1k
Summary: struggling with financial burdens, y/n starts to crumble under the pressure. jj notices the girl he loves is hard on her luck, so he does everything he can to help fix it (requested)
Warnings: descriptions of financial struggles and depression, mild swearing
Masterlist/Request Form | Ask/Tell/Request
A/N: hello everybody! it feels great to finally get out my first fic of the new year! things have been kinda crazy irl so I haven't had a ton of time to write, but I just wanna say I appreciate all of your support and patience. when I got this request it really hit home, so I hope the user who requested this enjoys! in other words, I can't wait for s3 of obx to drop this month, I've missed my blondie <3
It was all beginning to be too much. You aren’t quite sure how much more of this you could handle.
Flopping onto your bed, you try your best to not fall asleep right then and there. You’ve just gotten home from a long shift at work, and to say you're drained would be an understatement.
You're not really sure where it all started. At one point you were fine, dealing with finances and typical life whatsits, when suddenly it all came crashing down.
Bills and necessities started pilling up and for some reason everything seemed to be getting more and more expensive. You were doing everything you could; taking on another job, spending less, even selling things you no longer needed. None of it seemed to help, though. You feel like you're being buried under all the pressure, and it doesn't help that it's starting to take a toll on your mental health.
Days and days went by where you would do nothing but go from one job to the next, come home and do what you needed, and then fall asleep. It was all starting to blur, you can't even remember what life was like before this all began. It makes you feel so sad and stressed, but you're not quite sure what else to do.
You're supposed to be hanging out with the Pogues tonight, and you'd promised you'd go since you've missed the last three hangouts to either work or catch up on sleep, but you're struggling to even keep your eyes open right now. Honestly with everything going on lately, you haven’t been one to want to socialize anyways. You can feel yourself pulling away from your friends more and more, but you feel as if you can’t do anything to stop it.
Turning over on your side, you grab your phone and check what time it is. It's early-ish. You could totally rest your eyes for a bit before you get up. Today was just so exhausting, it felt like you pulled a double because one of your co-workers called off and you had to do all their work as well as your own. The whole thing was a total nightmare.
It wouldn't hurt to drift off for a while. If you're a little late to the hangout later it won't be the end of the world. Everyone would probably just brush it off. So far no one's caught on to what's happening in your life and somehow that soothes you. You'd hate to worry any of them, they each have their own problems to deal with and you're not gonna add to the list.
Everything would be fine eventually. Although, from what you can see, it all seems far from fine.
*****
There's a rapid and consistent buzzing coming from your left side, and the feeling has you bolting out of bed.
It takes you a second to regain your balance and whereabouts, but as soon as you do you find yourself filled with panic. It’s darker out now, much darker than it was earlier.
When your eyes adjust to the brightness of your phone you see notifications on top of notifications of missed calls and texts. They’re all from the Pogues wondering where in the hell you are. You were supposed to meet with them hours ago. Shit.
Quickly, you open the groupchat you have with everyone and send a simple but honest text.
Had work today and passed out as soon as I got home. Didn’t realize how late it was. Promise I’ll be at the next hang, sorry!
Hopefully it’s enough to ease their minds. It’s not like you lied either, you really did have work and passed out. Just because you didn’t wanna go in the first place doesn’t mean it’s any less valid.
The thought sort of jars you. You can’t ever think of a time where you didn’t want to spend every moment with your friends, whether it be to surf, party, or just sit with each other. You frown at how much things have changed. You miss-what feels like-the old days, you miss the old you.
Your phone lights up with countless more messages from the Pogues as they take in your response. It's all a bit overwhelming. So, too tired to care you silence your phone and toss it aside. Just like everything else that isn't work, sleep, or bills; you could deal with it later.
Stomach growling, you decide you should get up and try to find something to eat. Making your way to the kitchen you think over everything you have to choose from, which isn't much.
Opening the fridge, your thoughts are further confirmed. It's practically a ghost town in this thing. You haven't had a chance to stop at the grocery store lately so there's not a whole lot to make. It's not like you have the money to go anyways.
Sighing, you close the fridge door and try to be creative with your limited options. Before you can even start to brainstorm though, there's several knocks at the front door.
Your eyebrows knit in confusion as you wonder who in the world it could be. You're definitely not expecting anyone, especially this late at night.
Slowly creeping to the front door, you nearly jump as more incessant knocking rings out through the house. Looking through the peephole your nerves both settle and start up again at the sight.
It's JJ. You know exactly why he's here before you even open the door, and that thought alone makes you nervous. You really don't feel like explaining yourself any further than what you sent in the groupchat, but it looks like that's finally starting to be unavoidable.
"JJ,' you say as you open the door, feigning as much joy as possible to try and throw him off. "What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here? Y/N, what are you doing here? You were supposed to meet us hours ago and you never showed up."
The blonde lets himself in as he brushes past you. Blinking several times at the sudden intrusion, you close the door and begin to repeat yet again why you weren't there. "I told you-"
"No, don't. I don't want to her that bullshit excuse you sent in the groupchat because that's exactly what it is; bullshit."
Irritation flutters through your body as you take in JJ's words. "It's not bullshit, JJ! I did work today and just like I told you I passed out afterwards because of how exhausted I was! I can show you my damn timecard if you don't believe me."
Rolling your eyes you start to open the front door again, thinking it's high time JJ left. He's definitely overstayed his welcome if this is how he's gonna act.
"You know what? I think I would like to see your timecard. How about you show me all your timecards from the past week, month even!? Because it seems like all you do now is work."
The boy's words stop you in your tracks, hand on the doorknob. "I-I do not work all the time." You wince at your lack of confidence. You don't dare to turn towards JJ, knowing he'll instantly be able to tell you're lying.
"Yes you do, either that or you're lying to us, to me, about where you are every time we try to hang out or when I'm just checking in with you. There's clearly something going on." JJ's tone goes soft, concern seeping through his words as he continues. "Please look at me, Y/N."
Slowly, you turn towards him. You're trying your best to fight back tears, every instance of JJ or the others texting you flooding your mind. Every time you told them you had work when they tried to plan something or when you would cancel on them at the last minute when an extra shift opened up.
You thought you were doing good with hiding your problems and your excessive work and sleep schedule, but clearly you were wrong.
"There's nothing going on, J. I just get a lot of shifts at work, it's no big deal." Your voice gives at the end and you clear your throat to try and cover it up, but from the look on JJ's face, he's not believing any of it.
"C'mon, don't you think I know when there's something wrong with my girl?" The endearment has your eyes shooting to his, another sudden rush of emotion clogging your system. It's all too much to hold in, and you can feel the dam about to burst.
JJ apparently notices this too, because not a second later he's rushing forwards, his arms wrapping around you instantly. His warmth and familiar scent circling you.
The tears fall freely down your cheeks, soaking into JJ's soft, cotton shirt. Weeks worth of pent up emotion ravages your body, leaving you shaking and drained.
JJ leads you to the couch, sitting you both down but not letting go of you for even a moment. "Tell me what's wrong. I can't stand to see you like this."
Looking up at JJ, you try to regain your composure as he wipes away the tears on your cheeks. The subtle brush of his thumbs across your skin has you feeling warm and safe.
It's evident by the look on his face that the blonde isn't going to let this go. He'll sit here all night with you if he has to, that's how much he cares and how much he's worried about you.
There's a part of you, albeit small, that knows you should've confided in your friends about everything going on, should've confided in JJ at the very least. After everything you've been through together it should've been a given that you couldn't keep something from him for long.
Shaking your head, you try to think of where the hell to start. How do you just come out and tell someone you care so deeply for that you're struggling financially? Mentally? And that you have been for months?
Considering you don't even know where everything began, you just try you best to recount when it all started weighing heavily on you. You tell JJ about all the bills, about taking on a second job just to barely make ends meet. You tell him how depressed you've felt, how closed off, how tired.
It makes your heart hurt how JJ's eyes gloss over, how he shakes his head and scoffs in disbelief over everything. You know you're struggling badly right now, but to see how it effects someone when you finally say it all out loud makes it seem so much more real.
"I can't believe you've had to deal with all that, that you're still dealing with it." The blonde takes off the red hat he's wearing and runs his fingers through the waves that have been hidden there. "Why-Why didn't you tell me?"
Shrugging your shoulders, you bite your bottom lip to try and hold back the tears threatening to spill again. "I guess I just thought it wasn't worth it. I know you guys have things of your own to deal with, especially you, and I didn't want to add on any more burdens."
"Hey, no, none of that." JJ shakes his head and reaches out to hold your face within his hands. "Don't ever think that you can't come to me with something like this. Sure I've got a dead beat dad to deal with, but that's nothing I can't handle. I wouldn't let anything come between me being there for you. You're not a burden, not even a little bit. Especially not when you're dealing with something like this."
Overcome with emotions, all you can manage is a nod along with a smile, your heart feeing so full and so unlike what's it felt like for ages. Although everything is far from being solved, it's nice to know you have people to lean on, that there's someone who would do anything for you when it feels like you've been alone for so long.
Removing his hands from your face and wrapping them around you once more, JJ hums into the side of your head and you can't help but to let out a long sigh, trying to let go for just a moment and be here. It feels good to be wrapped in the Pogue's arms. To be honest, you could stay like this forever.
Before long, your mind is back to worrying about everything going on, about your difficult situation and how there seems to be no end in sight. "What am I gonna do, JJ?" You whisper while holding the boy a little closer, needing to feel grounded somehow.
Devastated by the broken sound of your voice and heartbreaking situation, JJ does his best to rack his mind of what he could do to help you. He'd offer you all the money he's got, but he knows you'd never accept it, not even as a gift. You're too proud and selfless to ever take money from anyone, especially not your best friends.
The boy grows restless, frustration and sorrow coursing through his body as your story replays in his mind. He can't wrap his head around how this has happened to you. Sure, it's not uncommon for those who live in Outer Banks, but the fact it's you rips him to shreds.
JJ thinks back on what he did when he was strapped for cash. Back to when he had to pick up the slack every time his old man went on a weeklong binge and didn't go to work for weeks on end. Suddenly, an idea comes to mind and the blonde rushes to offer it to you.
"What if-what if I talked to my boss to see if we can get you a serving gig or something where I work?"
You look up at JJ with skeptical eyes, not sure if what he's saying could really happen. "I don't know, J. I mean, are you sure? I tried to get in there when I was looking for a better job, but they weren't hiring."
"Yeah! I know I'm shit for a busboy but my word is good, and with your references you'd definitely get in! One of our servers just quit to go back to the mainland because she couldn't handle island life anymore, so it's perfect!"
You can't help the giggle that slips past your lips. This one sure has a way with words.
"C'mon, Y/N, it would be great for you. The pay is way better than the jobs you have now and the servers even get tips. You wouldn't have to have two jobs anymore and could worry a little less about bringing in money. The worst thing you'd have to deal with is the Kooks, but you know how to handle them better than anyone." A coy smile plays at the edge of JJ's pink lips. "Plus, you'd be able to see me a lot more too."
"Okay, I'd love that, thank you" you reply shyly. Looking away from JJ for a minute, you can't help the doubt creeping in all over again. "What if it doesn't work out, though? What if your boss already found someone. I can't be without a job, JJ. I need to make sure-"
JJ grabs your face, holding it in his hands just like he did earlier. The warmth instantly filling in the cold spots the fear began to create. "They didn't and you won't be. No matter what happens you still have the two jobs you've got now, but hell I'd quit and let you have my job if it means you can stop struggling with those. I mean it when I say, I've got you."
The boy flashes you a smile before leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on your forehead, doing anything to try and get you to feel better. Luckily, it works. You smile back and lean into one of his hands as heat rushes to your face.
"You really know how to make a girl feel better don't you, Maybank?" There's a hint of teasing in your tone, but you truly mean it as well. People may say JJ is a lot of things, but they can never say he's not a good friend.
"Anything for you, baby," he winks. Rolling your eyes, you push away from the blonde before he can get too cocky over the way he makes you feel. There's a smirk on your lips as you walk back towards the kitchen, stomach fluttering for more reasons than just being hungry.
Opening the fridge, you try to scrounge up an idea for what you can offer JJ. "You want anything to eat or drink? There's not much but I'm sure we can think of something."
"Yeah, starved! Forget cooking, though, you don't need to do all that. Let's go to The Wreck, you know I would die for one of Mr. C's burgers."
Laughing, you nod your head as you close the fridge and make your way to the front door. "That actually sounds amazing, let's go."
"Hey," JJ says, stopping you as you put your shoes on. "And don't worry, it's on me."
Tilting your head to the side, you look quizzically at the boy in front of you. "Kie's parents don't even charge us when we eat there?"
"Okay, yeah, but it's the thought that counts, right?"
"You're such an idiot," you laugh. JJ smiles at the sound and at the sight of your eyes gaining back a little bit of that sparkle he hasn't seen in a long time.
"But you still love me, though," he replies, not even needing to ask if that's true as he opens the door for you.
"I sure do."
As you make yourself comfortable behind JJ on his motorbike, you do your best to try and get your mind off everything. It's been hard to feel any sort of ease for as long as you've been dealing with this stuff, but with JJ it feels like for once you can just settle.
You have no idea if JJ's serving idea is gonna work out or what's gonna happen tomorrow. But you know at the end of the day you'll still have him, still have your friends, to help you figure it all out.
It's hard to open up about it all, but there's a part of you that knows it was the right thing to do with JJ. He's the greatest person you've ever met, and you wouldn't trade him for the world. And just like he said earlier, he's got you, and that's all that really matters.
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I Will Never Stop Loving You || Part Two
Charles Leclerc x Reader
Summary: Both broken and in pain can one phone call provide Charles with the glimpse of he desperately needs
Part one
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Never in a million years did you expect to be back in your childhood bedroom, hiding yourself from the world but here you were.
For the last three days you refused to eat, you only left the safety of your room to use the bathroom. The time was spent crying, trying to force yourself to sleep but it never came and smoking out of your bedroom window. You knew it wasn’t healthy for you but you didn’t care.
Nothing and no one could replace Charles and that’s what scared you the most. Your hand felt wrong without your engagement ring, everything felt wrong.
Propping yourself against the headboard you took a breath before turning your phone back on, the moment it booted up the string of notification sounds filled the room. Unlocking the phone you started on your missed calls.
CharlieBear 🐻❤️:
49 missed calls
30 new voicemails
P.G
12 missed calls
3 new voicemails
C.S
10 missed calls
4 new voicemails
Clearing the missed call notifications you looked at the little red number next to your messages.
79 new messages
Taking a deep breath you clicked onto the app scrolling through all the messages from your friends, all concerned about your sudden disappearance. You quickly fired off a couple of texts to Pierre seeing how the three little dots started dancing around the bottom of the screen
P.G
📲 Merci putain tu es vivant Thank fuck you are alive
💬 Vivant mais survivant à peine 😢 Alive but barely surviving don’t worry about me P, I need time. Time away from everything.
📲 What happened? I’ve never seen Charles so broken. Can you at least tell me where you are?
💬 I flew home.
📲 Oh shit, here if you need to talk 🥰
Swiping off the conversation you read all the other messages from everyone else but Charles, you just closed the app pretending they didn’t exist just like you had done with the voicemails. You couldn’t bear to hear or read them.
The soft knock on your door caused you to toss your phone onto the bed, watching as your older sister appeared with your niece on her hip.
“What’s going on bug?” She asked, her expression soft but full of concern.
“Don’t wanna talk,” you hummed, fiddling with the sleeves of Charles’ hoodie, something you refused to take off.
“This isn’t good for you, bottling everything up.” She whispered as your niece climbed across the bed for a cuddle.
“Hmm,” you mumbled, watching your phone screen light up with Charles' face as he tried to call you again.
“It’s Uncle Char,” your niece grinned pointing at the phone.
Before you had a chance to move the phone Lucy had swiped it answering the call.
“Hi Uncle Char” She beamed, making you want the world to swallow you up. The moment she put the call on speakerphone you once again had to fight back tears as you heard his voice. “Why aren’t you here with Auntie Y/N?” She asked innocently.
“I’m busy with work.” He sighed, the pain in his voice was obvious to you but not to your niece. “Is your Auntie there?”
“She’s right next to me, you are on speakerphone.” She smiled, leaning against your chest.
Running your hand over your face you shot your sister a pleading look hoping she took over the situation. Luckily she got the message from Lucy. “Go find pops, Luce,” she smiled softly at her daughter.
Soon enough Lucy had disappeared leaving the room in silence but no matter what you couldn’t tear your gaze from the phone.
“Look Charles,” Dena sighed, running her hand across her face. “I don’t know what’s happened between you and my sister but she doesn’t want to talk to you right now.”
“Dena, please.” He whimpered, his voice cracking as he spoke, causing tears to roll down your cheeks.
“I can’t force her to do something she doesn’t want to do.” She said softly, her heart breaking at the pair of you.
“Just tell her I’m sorry please,” he cried, “just tell her I will never stop trying to make this up to her, I can’t live without her.”
“I will do Charles.” Dena said. “Look just give her some time and space and whatever has happened between the pair of you will work itself out. You two are destined to be together.”
“Take care of her D.” He whispered before the line went dead.
As soon as the phone was back on the bed you broke down in your older sister's arms. She didn’t say anything as she ran her hand across your back trying to sooth you.
Eventually your sobs subsided, as you roughly wiped your eyes with the sleeves of the hoodie.
“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, reaching for your packet of cigarettes before standing up off the bed pulling the hoodie over the pyjama shorts.
You needed to get out of the room, the four walls felt like they were starting to close in on you and you couldn’t take it any more.
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The sunglasses on his face hid just how bad things had gotten. He was hardly sleeping, he was forcing food down him when he didn’t want to eat. He just wanted to hide from the world, not race. The last week had been the worst week of his life.
News of what had happened was now spreading like wildfire tearing through the F1 world, every interview he had everyone always asked him about you, where it went wrong.
“What’s your thoughts on today's race?”
“Fucking shit!” Charles snapped, causing silence to fall around him. “At this point what’s the point? Because I sure as hell don’t see any reason in continuing this season.”
Everyone was shocked at Charles' outburst, Pierre quickly jumped into the situation guiding his friend away from the cameras and back into the alpha tauri motorhome as it was closer.
The moment the door was closed it was like the floodgates opened, Charles couldn’t stop the tears from falling. His world was falling apart around him, he knew you meant the world to him but he didn’t quite understand until now that you were the centre of his world. Nothing went right without you.
“J'ai merdé. je ne sais plus quoi faire. I fucked up. I don't know what to do anymore.” Charles sobbed, hiding his head in his hands. “I feel like I’m fucking drowning, I’d do anything to get her back, I’d give up everything if it meant I got her back.”
“Je vais vous donner mon avis honnête parce que je vous aime tous les deux. I'm going to give you my honest opinion because I love both of you.” Pierre said, planting his hand on Charles’ back. “You have a long road ahead, the reason you got to this point was because of the championship, you shut her out.”
“I know, and I hate myself for it.” Charles cried. “What do I do?”
Pierre sighed, he had never seen his friend like this and it was breaking his heart. He had been in contact with you over the last week just checking in and things weren’t much better on your side. He had a couple of late night calls from you in floods of tears.
“I know it’s going to be hard but I think you need to take a step back. Y/N would want you to finish the season, do the best you can and go from there. There’s only 6 more races left of the season.”
Charles sighed, knowing he best friend was right but he couldn’t last that long. Two months was far too long. “Je ne peux pas attendre aussi longtemps, je suis tellement perdu sans elle. I can't wait that long, I'm so fucking lost without her.” He sobbed.
“Mec, elle a dit qu'elle avait besoin de temps donc tu dois lui en donner. C'est quelque chose que tu ne peux pas forcer. Mate, she said she needs time so you gotta give it her. It's something you can't force.” Pierre said softly.
Charles roughly wiped his eyes before pushing himself to his feet, silently saying bye to his friend. He needed to be alone, he needed to get away from the cameras and prying eyes. There was a two week break before the next race and Charles didn’t plan on showing his face to the world. He already had flights booked for Monaco.
Within the next couple of hours he had landed in Monaco, dumping his case in the hallway of his home. Checking his phone for the millionth time, sighing heavily when there were no new notifications from the person he wanted to hear from the most.
Tossing the phone onto the counter he sulked into his room grabbing the other suitcase tossing the clothes he needed into it. After a quick run around making sure he had everything he needed he shut the light off letting the bedroom fall into darkness.
He was only in his home for around half an hour before he swiped his phone off the counter along with his car keys leaving the home you shared. There was no way he could stay here without you, it just wasn't the same, there were too many memories buried in the walls. So he was heading to the one place he would be welcomed with open arms. He was going to stay with his Mum for the two week break.
The journey was only short but it felt like a lifetime for Charles. As he pulled into the drive he shut the engine off, taking a couple of deep breaths whilst he gripped the steering wheel trying to compose himself before he entered his childhood home.
Once he had dragged himself out of the car he slowly walked up to the front door. He didn’t get a chance to knock before the door flung open and his mother was standing in the opening.
Her soft expression broke down Charles’ resolve as he hugged his mum. The feeling of her comfort completely broke him down to tears, cries turned into sobs, his body shaking violently as his knees started giving out on him. Slowly Pascale lowered him to the floor, wrapping her arms around her son tightly. He had already told her what had happened and she had since been speaking to your parents as they were close friends.
“Mon doux garçon. My sweet boy.” She hummed, running her fingers through his dark hair, just like she did when he was a young boy. “Les choses vont bien se passer. Vous sortirez tous les deux de cette tempête plus forts que jamais. Things are going to be okay. You will both come out of this storm stronger than ever.”
“Je noie maman, sans bouée de sauvetage. I'm drowning mum, with no lifeline.” He sobbed clutching her cardigan. “I fucked everything up because I was blinded by the championship. I’m just so lost without her.”
Pascale blinked back tears at the state her son was in, she knew how much he loved you. The pair of them sat on the hallway floor until Charles had controlled his breathing and sobs.
Guiding her son into the kitchen she sat him down at the table, before pottering around the kitchen making them both some tea.
The sound of his phone vibrating against the wooden table was the only sound that filled the room. Charles starred in disbelief as he saw your name flash up on his phone. Quickly he wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand as he felt his heart starting to race.
Wifey ❤️🌎
📲 Can we FaceTime?
Rushing to unlock his phone, he couldn’t believe that you wanted to FaceTime him. Fumbling with his phone he hit the little camera next to your name, setting his phone against the vase in the centre of the table.
The longer it continued to ring the more he started worrying. Did you mean to text him? Did you change your mind? His mind was running a million miles an hour, rubbing his hands down his thighs he hated this feeling.
He breathed a breath of relief as your face appeared on the screen but it also shattered his heart even more. Your hair was scraped back, your eyes were red and puffy, there wasn’t the sparkle in them anymore. It was obvious to him that you weren’t sleeping and he hated himself that he was the reason to start smoking again especially when he knew how hard it was for you to quit.
“Hi,” he said softly, running his hand over his face. “This was a surprise.”
“I’m sorry.” You sighed, taking a long drag of the cigarette.
“Don’t be, Ma chéri.” Charles said, smiling weakly. “C'est bon de t'entendre. It’s good hearing from you.”
“Auntie Y/N, is that Uncle Char?.” Lucy’s voice appeared, making Charles smile.
“Yes baby it is.” You nodded, “I told you he would call, even when he is working he always finds time for your birthday.”
Charles sighed once again, running his hand across his face. How could he forget his niece’s birthday? With everything going on it just slipped his mind. This explained the reason for the contact, it was for Lucy and not you. Once again he felt the familiar pain in his chest but quickly put on a smile as Lucy took the phone from you.
“Joyeux anniversaire, ma princesse. Happy birthday, my princess.” He smiled, leaning closer to the camera as Lucy flashed him a toothy grin. “Did you make a birthday wish?”
“Of course I did silly.” She giggled.
“What did you wish for?” Charles asked, knowing that Lucy couldn’t keep quiet. “I bet it was a pony.”
“Nope”
“A monkey?”
“Nope”
“A F1 car?”
“Wrong again.”
“Oh I know, a unicorn?”
“Nope.”
“Okay I have no clue, what did you wish for sweetheart.”
“I wished for Auntie Y/N to be happy again and for you to be with her.”
It was like the air had been punched from him, he was completely blindsided by a seven year old.
“I overheard mummy and Pops talking and they said you and Auntie Y/N aren’t together anymore.” Her little pout was enough to cause the Monégasque to tear up again.
“Me and Auntie Y/N are taking a little break at the moment darling.” Charles sighed, trying not to break down in front of his niece. Before she could respond her friends were calling her. “Go, go enjoy your party.” Charles smiled.
“I love you Uncle Char.” She grinned, blowing him a kiss.
“I love you too, my little Princess.”
The phone was quickly passed around and your face popped back on the screen. An awkward silence fell across the pair of you, neither of you not knowing what to say, but not wanting to end the call.
“I saw the race.” You said quietly, looking down at something.
“You did?” Charles asked, he was surprised with your confession.
“I did,” you sighed, running your hand over your face. “What happened?”
“My head and heart wasn’t in it,” he whispered, trying his hardest to hold back the tears but one managed to slip, rolling down his cheek. “Do you think we will get back to how we were before this season started?” He blurted out, he knew it wasn’t an easy question but one he needed to know the answer to.
You fell silent as you mulled over his question, his heart was pounding against his chest not knowing what your answer was going to be.
“I don’t know, I hope so.” You said quietly, refusing to make eye contact with him, so you didn’t see the small smile appear on his lips. “I just need some time Charles, we need some time.”
“Prenez tout le temps dont vous avez besoin. Take as much time as you need.” Charles hummed. “Ne m'abandonne pas chérie. Parce que je suis sûr que je ne vais pas abandonner sur vous, sur nous. Just don't give up on me darling. Because I'm sure as hell not going to give up on you, on us.”
He watched you wipe a tear from your cheek, he wanted nothing more than to take you in his arms, holding you until the sun came up.
“Je ne le ferai pas, je te le promets. Mais tu dois aussi me promettre quelque chose, mon Charliebear. I won't I promise. But you have to promise me something as well, my Charliebear.” You breathed finally looking up at the camera.
“Anything.” Charles smiled. His heart skipped a beat hearing the nickname you had for him.
“Promise me that you won’t throw the season away because of what’s going on with us.” You whispered, wiping away some more tears. “I don’t want you ruining your career because of this.” Even though the reason everything was happening was because of the championship you still didn’t want him throwing anything down the drain. “I know there are only 6 races left of the season. Throw your heart into, be the driver that I fell in love with all them years ago. Use your emotions as the fire you need to find yourself on the track again. And once the season is over we can go from there, taking baby steps.”
Your words had reduced him to tears, hiding his eyes from the camera he regained his composure before speaking again.
“I will, for you, for us.” He smiled softly. “Promise you will watch every race.”
“Je promets. I promise.”
“Prends soin de toi mon amour, souviens-toi toujours que je ne cesserai jamais de t'aimer ou de me battre pour nous. Take care my love, always remember I will never stop loving you or fighting for us.”
A small smile tugged on your lips as you ended the call. Charles leant back in the seat letting out a shaky breath, a smile of his own forming as for the first time since his world started crumbling around him he had hope.
Hope he would cling onto for dear life.
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“That’s The Way I Loved You”
- Chris Sturniolo x Fem Reader (she/her pronouns used)
- based off the song “The Way I Loved You” Taylor’s Version by Taylor Swift
- WARNINGS: kissing (making out ‼️), mentions of fighting/arguing, crying, break up but happy ending; NOT PROOFREAD
- ABOUT: Chris and y/n get into a huge fight over Instagram comments and she breaks up with him. A month after, y/n decides it’s time to put herself out there again. She finds a great guy, but he’s just not Chris. That’s when she realizes what she really wants.
“I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain. And it’s 2am and I’m cursing your name. So in love that you act insane. And that’s the way I loved you.”
(Y/N’s POV)
I sat down on my couch after a long day and decided to open up my phone and check Instagram. My notifications were blowing up and I didn’t know why.
Chris posted a picture of you at dinner the night before with the caption: “My girl.”
You smile and feel butterflies swarm your stomach as you like the post and comment “Cringe 🤓” just joking around with him.
You check the comments, only to see hate comment after hate comment being left.
User332: “Bro she’s not even pretty”
y/nhater617: “why is he lowering his standards for her 💀”
User984: “i hope they break up soon fr”
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{ iMESSAGE }
Chris: Hey you free tonight or ??
Y/n: You wanna come over?
Chris: Ok mind listener
Y/n: You mean mind reader 😭😭
Chris: Whatever. I’ll be there at 5
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(Time passes)
Chris was over at my house. He was leaned up against my counter and I was sitting on the island across from him.
Scrolling through TikTok, I realize that this is a good time to tell him how I’ve been feeling about his Instagram comments.
“Hey, can we talk about something that’s been bothering me?” I said with a frown.
“Uh- yeah sure. What’s wrong?” Chris said worriedly as he stepped closer toward me.
“I just- you’re Instagram comments are always full of people hating on me… and I was just wondering if-” I started to say before he cut me off.
“Just ignore ‘em” he says in a nonchalant manner, like he didn’t care at all.
“Can you tell them to stop or at least turn your comments off?” I asked in response.
“What? No. I’m not turning my comments off on Instagram. And there’s nothing I can say that will actually get them to stop.” Chris said in a defensive, almost angry tone.
“Can you at least try?” I started to get fed up.
“Y/n. Not everything is going to be perfect just for you.” the words slipped out of his mouth.
“What?” I said, tears filling my eyes.
“Y/n, I meant that I just can’t do anything about it. What do you want me to do? Become a magic wizard and cast a spell on all these little girls to stop hating on you? Even if I could, I still wouldn’t care enough.” Chris yelled.
“Wouldn’t care enough?” I said softly, tears falling out my eyes and running down my cheeks.
“Y/n- it’s just this kinda stuff is what you have to deal with- it’s like character development. It’s a part of life- a part of my life at least-” he started to say before I slid off the counter and started to walk away.
“I’m also a part of your life. And if this is what it’s going to be like, then I don’t want to be anymore.” I said while opening up my front door, signaling him out.
“Y/n, what? You’re gonna break up with me over this?” he said quickly.
“I just can’t right now, Chris.” I responded as he walked out and I closed the door behind him.
I slid down the back of my door, salty tears rolling one after another out of my eyes.
We had gotten in fights before, screaming at each other even, but this one was final.
(ONE MONTH LATER)
I met a boy while I was at the grocery store. His name was Henry and he was really cute and seemed super sweet. We got each others numbers and started hanging out almost every day.
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{ iMESSAGE }
Henry: Hi!! I’ll pick you up at 6 if that’s okay?
Y/n: Sounds great! Can’t wait.
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But the truth is, I could wait.
He’s sensible and so incredible. And all my single friends are jealous. But something just felt off, every time we were together.
It’s been a month since me and Chris broke up, and I knew I wanted to put myself out there. So why did this superhero of a guy just not seem like enough?
I started to think about Chris more and more. Which is weird because I started to not care about the break up about a week after it happened. I always seemed to move on quickly for some reason.
I picked my phone up and shot Henry a quick text, asking him for a rain check.
It actually was pouring down raining outside, so I figured he wouldn’t question it.
I put on “10 Things I Hate About You” and plopped down on my couch with a bowl of popcorn and a Pepsi.
Pepsi was Chris’ favorite drink, and it grew on me over time as well.
“I hate it when you’re not around and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.” the TV starts to play as I tear up.
Chris.
All I could think about was Chris.
He flooded my mind.
But why?
I started to get up and make my way to the fridge to grab the container of strawberries I was craving, but noticed I had already eaten them all.
“Great.” I said to myself. I really wanted those strawberries.
There was a grocery store at the end of my street, so I knew I could just walk down there and grab some.
I gather my things in my purse, put my shoes on, and grab my umbrella because it’s practically storming.
I reached for the doorknob, but before I could grab it, 3 knocks sounded at my door.
“Bruh I asked him for a raincheck. No way Henry’s outside my door right now.” I thought to myself.
I turned the knob and opened my front door, only to find Chris standing there. Soaked head to toe from the rain.
“Hi” he said out of breath.
“Chris?” I was confused.
“I take it you’re about to go hang out with Henry” he said, turning around.
“No, actually… I cancelled on him.” I said sharply.
Chris turned around and stared at me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked him.
“I- I don’t know. One minute, I was playing Fortnite on Twitch. And the next I was putting my shoes on to come here. I think I just-” he was saying before I cut him off with a kiss.
He leaned into the kiss almost immediately. Both of us getting soaked from the rain. But we didn’t care. We just craved each other.
He pulled back and tilted his head to deepen the kiss. One hand on my waist, the other on my back pulling me impossibly closer to him.
The kiss lasted for what felt like an hour, but was really 30 seconds.
“I’ve missed you. I’ve missed us.” I said with a smile, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.
He smiled back and pulled me into a longing hug.
“How about we go inside and dry off huh?” he joked.
“That, and you need to help me figure out how to let Henry down nicely.” I laughed.
“I love you, y/n” he said pausing his footsteps.
My heart jumped. He had never said this before.
“I love you too, Chris” I said with a smile.
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A/n: Hey guys! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. I’m trying to make my fics better, so let me know what I could change. Also, let me know what you wanna see next.
Thank you for 80 notes on my last fic!!!
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Can I please get Housewarden's when their partner plays the tik tok challenge" yo shorty your man still around?" If you can but if you can't that's fine!
Partner plays the “is your man still around” prank
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I’ve actually never seen that challenge. Lemme look rq…
Spoiler: I hate infidelity pranks (it’s a whole topic I’m not willing to go into) but some of the reactions are kinda cute…
TW: The consequences of your fucking actions // You feel your sins crawling on your back // Enjoy
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So, first off, Riddle has no idea how pranks work or how they’re supposed to be funny. Solely because he’s only ever been exposed to a certain first year’s pranks but that’s besides the point
It’s best not to pull it in an environment where the rules aren’t gonna matter much, like say a study session. You had gotten a notification and had to “check it” and your red-head boyfriend let you
In reality, you were heading onto tiktok to pull up the prank sound an record Riddle’s reaction. Once you found the sound, you set up the video and waited
Riddle was sipping on some tea he has brewed for you both when he heard that sound. He immediately choked on his drink and stared at you, face turning redder by the second
He immediately asks who you’re talking to but when you deny talking to someone, he gets angrier and goes to take your phone until you show him that it was just a prank and the voice was nothing but an audio recording
You’ve never seen Riddle so embarrassed. Of course he wasn’t happy with the prank and ended up collaring you but that didn’t last long as he doesn’t like seeing you sad. Well, you’ll just have to make it up with some good ol’ fashioned comfort
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I just wanna say that Leona is super perceptive to any tricks that you pull so doing this prank requires a lot of stealth and bribery on your part. Honestly he just doesn’t like being caught off-guard
The best time to do it is during your cuddle time together. It’s simple, secluded, and it’s when the lion is least aware. You had faked getting a notif on your phone and wanted to check it out. Leona let you, of course
While it seemed like you were texting back someone, you were actually opening tiktok and pulling up the video draft you had saved with the sound
Leona’s ears immediately perked up at the sound of the audio. He sat up, ears twitching still, and asked who you were talking to. When you responded with no one, he got even more upset
He was able to quickly grab your phone out of your hands and didn’t process it was a recording until he looked down and saw himself. Cue utter embarrassment
Leona immediately kicked you out of his room in response. It was midday and you didn’t have any classes so you just waited in the lobby for him to come out on his own and ask for cuddles once more. And he did
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Getting a prank on Azul is kinda tricky. Not because he’s unprankable but because he’s naturally super cautious and usually has the tweels shut down any arising pranks, especially from you
If you really wanted to pull this off, you’d have to either do a lot of bribing or a lot of sneaking around. Spoiler, one will get you a free pass through the lounge and the other will get you more suspicion than necessary
Now, actually doing it is an entirely different matter. But let’s say you’re on break with Azul during Mostro Lounge hours as you’re both peacefully doing your own thing. You were on your phone, getting ready for your prank
Of course, you fiddled around a bit as to not draw suspicion as to your true plan. You opened tiktok after a while and started the video, making sure the sound was on
When Azul suddenly heard the voice from your phone, he internally panicked. He dropped his pen and whatever paper he was writing on as he looked up at you
Of course, he asked what that was and when you replied with nothing, he only panicked more, his insecurities growing. He called in Jade and Floyd and told them to take your phone. They did, whether they were in on it or not
When he realized it was just a video, he started sulking. Like, poor octo wouldn’t leave his room from embarrassment and insecurity. He just wants to dig into his octo pot. Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but you can bribe him with some snacks
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First off, how dare you try and prank Kalim. Secondly, good luck. For most pranks, he’s super naive but when they do land, he gets super hurt so you better be prepared for some tears
Planning it will probably be the hardest part because Kalim has to not know about it. You’ll have to do it without him around so take those opportunities well
Let’s say you and Kalim were just relaxing after a long day of classes. You had pretended to get a notif on your phone and went to check it, making sure he didn’t see your screen
You opened your drafted video and the audio and got ready to record his reaction for the prank. Nothing could go wrong, right?
When Kalim heard the voice, he didn’t think much of it until he processed the words it said. He grew slightly upset, asking who you were talking to. When you said no one, he grew even more upset
His mind was racing a mile a minute. Were you actually cheating on him? No, you’d never do that!…right? He hadn’t even noticed how upset he’d gotten until he heard you say that it was a joke and that you didn’t mean to upset him
Yes, Kalim is angry, but not at you. More so at the prank because he just thinks it’s outright mean. You better cuddle that man until he falls asleep I swear—
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Vil isn’t a big fan of pranks for a number of reasons but he doesn’t hate them entirely. He believes that they’re just quick grabs for attention by people who have absolutely no talent. He’d by lying if he thought some weren’t actually good…but pulling one on him will be hard
Pomefiore is all about beauty and Vil keeps a close eye on every single one of his dorm members, with a few helping hands of course, so you’ll need either good bribery skills or luck
Vil, as he normally does, started doing your regular beauty routine with you. You pretended to get a notif on your phone and asked if you could check it. Although he didn’t think it was best, he allowed you
As you opened your phone, you kept your screen hidden as you opened tiktok and god ready for the prank. All you had to do was start the audio
Honestly, Vil didn’t jump at the sudden voice thanks Rook but he immediately knew he didn’t recognize the pitch. When he asked who you were talking to, he didn’t expect for you to just say no one
Vil starting growing suspicious, even more so when you started hiding your phone away from him. It was only a matter of seconds until Vil was able to grab your phone without you noticing
Oh boy, when Vil saw that it was just a prank, he was not happy. For the rest of your routine, you were scolded for pulling such a stupid prank but, for your creativity, he gave you a small kiss as a reward. Just be prepared for a punishment later
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Again, how dare you. Idia’s self confidence is through the floor so any kind of prank will only make it worse. Even after this warning you still want to go through it, you must be prepared to bare the consequences
It’s really easy to plan a prank without Idia knowing. He’s an introvert, he’s hyper focused on his favorite games and shows, and takes privacy very seriously
So while you were chilling on his bed while he played through a game of his, you started to prepare your prank. You pulled the video up along with the audio and got to work
Idia literally choked on his own spit when he suddenly heard the audio. He knew no one else was in his room so where did the voice come from. He then turned to you and asked what that was. When you said it was nothing, he grew more worried
Were you cheating on him? Well, it would make sense since he’s a shut in and barely goes outside but then why wouldn’t you break up with him on the spot? His thoughts ran deeper until he ended up having a mini panic attack and you needed to calm him down
Let this be a lesson to all Idia lovers; please don’t prank him his poor self esteem can’t take it. Snacks, cuddles, and a whole lot of binging is in order
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This is the third how dare you because, really, why? Malleus is such a sweet fae that doesn’t fully understand the concept of pranks but knows what they are. He just die sh fully understand why they’re supposed to be funny
That being said, you can easily plan a prank on him. Not to say he’s oblivious, but it’s easy to fool him for a while and go about your merry way as you decide where best to pull a prank like this
You both like to have relaxing moments together around the campus or in the quiet places of Diasomnia. You had said you needed to check your phone for only a moment and Malleus didn’t suspect a thing
You pulled up the audio and the draft video you had prepared in advance to avoid any suspicions and got ready to pull your prank
When Malleus heard the voice, he initially thought that he’d been spotted by someone but it was too close to be that. Besides, the words that voice said told him it was less than friendly. He looked over at you and asked what that sound was. You only responded that it was nothing
Immediately after, thunder and rain started when barely two seconds ago it was clear as day. It was obvious he was upset. You had to reassure him that it was just a prank. Only a hug and a kiss can cure his sadness…and maybe a trip to the gargoyles…
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harryyskiwii · 10 months
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Summary: You and Harry are childhood friends, but are often labelled as being together.
Pairing: Friend Harry x Reader
Word count: 1,341
A/N: Thank you to the person who requested this! I really hope you enjoy reading it. It was nice to write Harry as the readers friend for a change and not as anything romantic.
As always, please feel free to send in any requests 🥰
You and Harry had been friends ever since you were 13 years old. You met in high school in biology when you were paired up for a task together and ever since then, he’d been by your side.
You had supported Harry throughout the X Factor days, the peak of 1D, the end of 1D, and the start of his solo career and continued to support him as he toured his 3rd studio album.
He had supported you through university as you became a teacher, a lifelong dream you were proud to have achieved, as well as breakups.
Although he was busy and was hardly ever in the same country for longer than 24 hours, he always made the time to speak to you, whether that was just a text back or a phone call.
You were teaching your year 4 class when a notification came through on your Apple Watch from Harry which read “Hey, I’m back in London on Sunday, wanna grab a coffee?” You smiled and took a mental note to reply to it later
You had a short break while you set your children a task to complete and quickly texted Harry back.
“Yeah sure, text me times and I’ll be there😊” you replied.
You didn’t even have to ask him where to meet, you had been going to the same coffee shop in Soho for the last 6 years. Harry always had been a creature of habit.
Sunday came and you got yourself ready for the day, choosing a light pink summer dress with your Doc Martin white sandals and a cross-body bag. It was 29 degrees after all.
You arrived at the coffee shop 10 minutes before Harry, you chose the small booth at the back where it was more private as whenever you two were spotted, there was always a Daily Mail article published the next day about you two ‘dating’ when in fact, neither of you had seen each other in that way. You were too close as friends and anything more would just ruin the friendship, it was purely platonic.
You texted him to let him know where you were sitting to which he responded with a “👍”. A typical Harry response.
It wasn’t long before you saw him walking into the cafe. He smiled at you as he walked towards you.
Cuddling you, he greeted you “Hey you, how are ya?”
“I’m good, not seen you in ages! How are you?” You said as you sat down.
“I know it’s been too long, I’m good. What do you wanna drink and I’ll order?”
“Just a latte please” You smiled and he went up to the counter.
He ordered and came back to the table. He removed his crossbody bag from the black North Face puffer he was wearing and smiled at you.
“What?” You laughed when he didn’t lose eye contact “I’ve just missed you, that’s all. Tell me, what’s been going on?”
The coffee came and you started to tell Harry about how school had been and how you had been given a new class to teach, you also mentioned about your trip to Manchester you had with your 4 girlfriends for a hen party recently and then how you were seeing this guy from Tinder.
“Spill” is all Harry said when you mentioned him. He was always up for listening to you and your random Tinder dates.
“Okay, so I met him last weekend after speaking to him for about 2 weeks, we went for dinner in a nice Italian restaurant but this is the thing”
“Oh no, there’s a but coming. What’s wrong with this guy?” Harry questioned and you laughed.
“Well we then went onto a bar and when we got in there, I assumed we were doing rounds because that’s what I always do no matter who I’m out with, it’s just common sense to pay for one lot of drinks then the other person gets the next but when we went up to the bar, he only ordered for himself. Like he didn’t even ask what I wanted, I was about to ask him what he wanted but he was ordering already and so I assumed he would order for me but he never and the bartender brought over one pint. Do you find that weird?” You asked.
Harry didn’t even pause before he came out with “Trash, trash, trash, not for you. Absolutely not. I’m sorry but move on”
You burst out laughing at his reaction, he was probably right after all.
“So I take it you’re not a fan of this guy then no?” You said sarcastically.
“A person who can’t even buy a drink for the person they’re with isn’t worth your time, like you said it’s just natural to take it in turns” Harry said as he sipped on his black coffee.
“You’re right, I’ll find someone else. Anyway, what’s going on with you?”
He sighed “not a lot to be honest” he said.
“Not a lot? Come on I’ve not seen you for 4 months and not a lot has happened?” You asked digging deeper.
“I’ve genuinely just been working. I’ve written a little bit too but mostly working. I’ve got a new pleasing line coming out soon in the next year or so which is exciting” he said with the most monotone voice ever.
“You don’t seem too excited about it?” You asked noticing his change in demeanour.
“It’s just a lot, but we’re getting there” he forced a smile.
“Are you though? You know I’ve always said about speaking to Jeff if things are getting too much?”
“No it’s fine like I love touring, it’s my favourite part of the job it’s just quite demanding at times”
“Remember, you’re number 1. You need to look after yourself first because without Harry, there’s no show and I know how much you love performing so please make sure you’re looking after yourself. You know I’m always here if you wanna chat anything through” You smiled to him.
“Thanks y/n I appreciate that, I’m maybe just overtired and grumpy at the minute” he laughed.
For the rest of the morning, you spent sipping coffee and chatting with Harry. It was nice to spend time with him, even though it was only a couple of times a year.
You walked out of the cafe and said goodbye to Harry, hugging him.
“Nice seeing you, next time I'm in London we’ll meet up again” Harry said.
“Yeah it was fun! Remember to look after yourself!” you said.
“I will, come here” he said pulling you in for a cuddle.
“Thanks for today, I felt like I really needed it” he said to you.
“It’s no problem, text me anytime okay?”
“Okay, thanks y/n. See you later” Harry smiled as he walked away from the coffee shop.
That night, you were scrolling through Twitter when you saw a photo of you and Harry earlier that day with the headline “Harry Styles meets up with childhood sweetheart for coffee date” You rolled your eyes and laughed at the article which dug into your friendship a little.
You screenshotted the image with the headline and sent it to Harry with “I’m your childhood sweetheart am I? 🤣”
He replied only 10 minutes later “Ffs, next I’ll be dating my mum”
You laughed at his response, there always had been rumours of you two going out whenever you were spotted but if anything it just made you laugh.
And for the rest of that night, you watched as the image of you two hugging was doing the rounds on Twitter, much to your amusement.
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enivez · 13 days
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (written .9k)
SYNOPSIS…. Gaming is a common hobby for college students nowadays, with Overwatch being the game of choice for both Lee Heeseung and his favorite streamer loved.venus. The boy shows his love for his favorite streamer behind the screen name lee.bambi, though he doesn’t realize it was the campus fashionista that he hated ever so much behind the screen.
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DING! DING! DING!
You were awoken by the sound of your phone continuously going off, at first you ignored it - letting your fatigue carry you back to sleep. Though after feeling Jake shove you and Sunghoon burying his head further into your pillows to escape the noise, you finally decided to search for your phone. Reaching around the space around your pillows, you finally find the device that had disturbed your well needed beauty rest.
Oh how you wish you would’ve just stayed asleep, now finding yourself sat up straight running your hands through your hair as you read all the notifications. The two others in your bed now stirring as you begin to panic, unable to believe you had missed the stream you had promised to do. Sunghoon sat up first, rubbing your back as your breath began to become sporadic and tears welled up.
When did streaming begin to become the stress that you had first tried to escape through streaming?
“Hey what are you thinking right now,” Jake says as he hands you the bottle of water that was sitting on your bedside table. When you’re reluctant to drink, the boy opens it for you, ushering you to take at least a sip.
You didn’t have the courage to take a sip, nor to answer Jake’s question. Feelings of guilt, fear, and frustration racing through your mind. You felt silly for feeling all this over a single missed stream, it wasn’t even the first time you had missed a stream. Though suddenly you felt like everyone was watching for the downfall of Venus, the downfall of you.
You suddenly felt a small presence lick your hand, Artemis saying ‘take your time’ in his own way. Holding the small kitten up to your chest, feeling it purr against your skin. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes before you speak.
“I don’t think I can be Venus anymore.”
It was like a weight was lifted off your chest, the stress of managing these two sides of you being dispersed.
“You never were Venus, Venus is you,” the voice of none other than Park Jongseong rang out.
Looking up you’re met with the new guests in your apartment. Jay and Tsuki climb into your bed, whilst Ningning sets down a tub of ice cream on your bedside table. Tsuki rests her head on your shoulder, wrapping her arm around you.
“I remember when you first started streaming, you were so happy. I was so happy that more people got to see you be you. You’ve been running from yourself for so long.”
You can feel Tsuki’s voice vibrating through your body as she says the words you didn’t want to hear but needed to. Looking down at your lap in embarrassment, a sudden face was in front of you.
“When was the last time you genuinely enjoyed streaming or fashion,” Ningning questions as her head rests in your lap, her gaze piercing into you.
Truth is, you can’t remember. You hadn’t enjoyed anything since the start of this semester. You have felt the weight of your future crushing you, desperate to prove to the world you’re more than the name you were born with. Venus was the way you escaped that name, and now that so many are trying to take it away from you...
Jay was right, Venus is you, that’s why she exists. She wouldn’t exist without you, but as of recently she’s become more and more of what you believe you should be.
“I wanna keep streaming, it makes me happy, or at least it did. I just want to be myself, I just feel like everyone has the predetermined idea of me and I don’t want that to be Venus’ fate as well. Ever since the gossip page started harassing me, as Venus, about my identity I’ve had so many more eyes on me. I can deal with the eyes when I have my guard up, when I’m acting as [Name], but that’s not me. I wanna be silly, I wanna go on tangents about games fashion, and I want to be able to make connections without there being an agenda.”
“Then keep streaming, it's the minority of people trying to unmask you. Majority of your viewers are there because they genuinely love you. They won’t care when and if they find out that you are Venus,” Jay says as he pulls the comforter over his body, ready to go to sleep.
Despite the tears still staining your cheeks, you find yourself rolling your eyes at the eldest member of your group. You know what he says is true, though it's hard to believe when you’re so stuck in your own head. You let out a sigh, looking up at your friends that are now squishing you into your bed. A lopsided smile escapes your lips, you felt loved.
Jake and Sunghoon were devouring the ice cream that Ningning had bought, earning an earful from the girl as she braids Tsuki’s hair. Jay was already well on his way into dreamland, truly amazed by how the boy could sleep despite the chaos around him.
These were your people, you were so happy that at the end of the day it is them that you can rely on.
Ding! Ding!
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A/N: angst? comfort? idk drama
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moonlezn · 8 months
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Try Hard II
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punk bassist!jeno x female!reader genre: fluff wc: 2k part I - part III a/n: this is a bit longer than I'd planned and maybe there's too much chenji best friend agenda. I did it for me and my fellow chenji baddies. this is so cute and honestly i hope you read it well <3disclaimers: mentions of piercings, some swearing. i'm not sorry for having done these edits of jeno with a labret piercing.
[6:58am] 
jisung: wake the fuck up  jisung: we’re gonna be late jisung: cmon LOSER jisung: fr i don’t wanna come into your room jisung: i’m gonna lose my mind and scream if you don't get up rn
the faint buzz under the pillow rolled you out of your sleep, lazily you got the electronic device in your hands, seeing your friend’s notifications. shit, you thought. snoozing would get you in trouble once again. great.
getting out of bed was harder than you thought. dragging your feet, you made your way towards the door so as to open it for jisung. he sighed in relief upon seeing you and happily got in after you motioned for him to enter the space. “you gotta stop snoozing. for real.” he whispered, not wanting to get on your bad side so early. you mumbled ‘good morning to you too’ in response. he chuckled lightly and watched as you gathered your things to get ready.
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after that day’s lecture, having cooled off from the hectic run to avoid being late, chenle, jisung and you were hanging out near some other students on campus. the bodypiercer placed a finger under your chin and took a closer look at your recent piercing. “how’s it healing?”
“is it what you wanted?” his question implied another meaning, which you acknowledged by his discreet wink. 
you held back a grin, glancing away from your friends. and as if the universe was trying to play a prank on you, you see him. confidently walking around one of the halls heading the opposite direction from the three of you. his bass kept him company, as usual. jeno probably felt your eyes on him because he quickly scanned the area over his shoulder seemingly looking for something he didn’t find.
“it is.” you said to your friend, who smirked, realizing you understood his intentions. “but I’ve got to try harder, you know?”
“isn’t it just soap and saline solution to clean up? how the hell could you try harder than that?” jisung pointed out and both you and chenle grinned knowingly, nodding at his direction at the same time. “you’re weird.”
“what’s up, renjun?” the purple haired announced the third boy’s proximity. he held a friendly smile on his lips as he took the remaining steps towards the group to have a seat next to you. 
renjun was the coolest and sweetest guy on campus, everybody knew him for outdoing all other international relations students and for his insane parties. the boy went all for having fun and making the most of his college experience while working his ass off to be the best he could be. just impossible, people would say. nobody dared to say a bad thing about him, though; hoping to God to be invited to one of his famous events. that had never been a problem for you. since chenle was his childhood friend, you eventually became friendly with each other. 
“you’re coming on saturday?” he asked, expectant eyes looking at each of you, when he landed on your forced grin. “no! you’re coming!” he shook his head negatively. “please? louise is gonna be there, you’re the closest thing to a friend she has.” louise was his situationship and the girl from the same class you’d been hanging out with since she transferred. “please?” 
you tried looking away from the three pair of eyes that expected your answer, already acknowledging no wasn’t possible. it’d been a while since you went out and spent time with lou and some other friends. “alright, alright! i’m going.”
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jeno’s fingertips were sore from playing his acoustic bass by now, but he didn’t mind. he’d been absentmindedly following the melody of creep by radiohead, his favorite song. it wasn’t like he didn’t notice people were intimidated by him frequently and that had never bothered him, not until it stopped him from being closer to someone he liked. 
he became hyper aware of people taking glances at him and moving awkwardly to the side so he could go on walking. also the stutters when he asked to take part in group projects, which never lasted long after people got to know him, started to annoy him a lot. most of the time they seemed to think he was tough and mean, even though that was far from the truth. 
the boy even considered changing his style, quitting the band or whatever change he could make to seem more likable. however, that was just who he was, so he was trying to shut up those foolish ideas by drowning himself in music once again. 
ARCADERS AKA BEST BAND ever 
haechan: bow down to ur king haechan: SUMMONING THIS BAND where r y’all haechan: fr i need to tell u guys smth haechan: URGENT SOS HELLO R U THERE
jeno: what the fuck is this about 
no sooner did the non-stop dings coming from the phone on the floor broke his trance, than he was checking the band’s group chat.
jaemin: this is good jaemin: he’s not joking
jisung: well where is he now
haechan: glad to know i’m so loved
jisung: uhm embarrassing ..?
haechan: n e ways got us a gig on thursday
jaemin: TELL THEM WHERE IT IS
jeno: hope it’s not wild’s hated playing there 
haechan: i’d tell u to guess but i’m just losing my mind  haechan: it’s ANL 
jisung: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT 
haechan: yeah invite chenle and our groupie she’s got to be there
chenle, jisung and you were on the way back home when the tallest suddenly stopped on his track, staring at his phone screen for a few minutes, white as a sheet. having no idea what was going on, you tried shaking him and asking what was going on a few times but he just smiled brightly and turned his messages for both of you to read.
“oh my GOD!” you yelled.
“NO WAY, JISUNG! ARCADERS AT ANL.”
“you guys HAVE to be there!” his friends ruffled his hair lovingly.
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you were alone at the bar, waiting for your fifth drink to be done. the atmosphere tonight was exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time. the band was already backstage getting ready for they’d play soon, but oh were they shaking. they had been waiting for this opportunity for quite some time, it almost didn’t feel real for them. ANL was the biggest pub around and it was well-known for having introduced the best local rock musicians.
the bartender handed the beautiful pink drink to you and your journey to meet your friends in the back started. the place was packed, so walking was difficult. you recognized a few faces on the way and had a few dialogs here and there. many friends of the boys stopped you to ask about them or wish good luck. 
you entered a door and found them inside the small room, haechan being the first to see you. “GROUPIE!” he exclaimed and the boys turned around to see you at the door. jisung sighed in relief and clung onto you.
“i’m so nervous.” the words slipped out of his lips when his face was buried in your hair. 
“you can do this, ji. you’re the best drummer. our rockstar!” you could feel his smile on his cheek, then he let you go to say your hellos.
you scanned the room almost as bright eyed as them, stopping at jeno. he looked so… good, it took everything in you not to look like a fool. the chains on his neck complemented his pretty eye makeup so well, not to mention the leather jacket hugging his strong arms and back. you couldn’t help but notice his lips were glistening and a new black jewelry was there, a labret piercing. of course he noticed you staring, but you only realized that when your eyes found his. this time, neither of you looked away. the intensity flickering in his orbs woke the damn butterflies in your stomach and you had to fight back the urge to kiss him. ‘one more drink and you’d be done for, jeno lee’ you thought.
“oh good, you just got here?” chenle’s voice broke your little staring contest. your friend grinned at you, pointing to the huge backpack on his shoulders. “brought an extra camera so you can help me take some pictures for their insta, alright?”
“am i getting paid?” 
“shut up.” 
the staff came in a few minutes later and gave the two of you a pass that allowed you to stay between the stage and the barricade, for the pictures. suddenly everything felt real as they had less than 20 minutes to get in. the host announced them once more for the almost three hundred people there among friends, some admirers of the band and LOTS of students from the surrounding colleges who didn’t know them. tonight their word would spread around like fire. 
“so, you like the surprise?” chenle asked, looking at you through the camera. 
“i consider that betrayal, for your information” your answer made him throw his head back, laughing like a little kid. “what? a labret piercing isn’t a betrayal?” 
“well, i consider it a present. and seeing the way you were staring…” he nudged you playfully, but the music stopped and the host came back on stage. the highly anticipated concert was about to start, so you just stuck your tongue out to your friend. 
their entrance was big, everyone screamed to hype them up and they started with their own version of all the small things by blink 182. you swear you couldn’t even hear haechan over the audience. you took many pictures of them, sang together and admired their surprised smiles and stage personas in between performances. 
at some point jaemin and jeno came to the front to have a small battle to show their guitar and bass skills, making the room go crazy. right after that, the vocalists screamed jisung’s name and he started to show off. chenle exchanged a proud look with you, all of you feeling an immense happiness. 
so many girls were screaming their names, haechan mouthed the word ‘groupies’ at you, to which he received a middle finger in his direction. 
the setlist had almost come to an end, there was only one song left. feeling on top of the world, haechan played with the public. “ANL, you’re such a good crowd.” they screamed. “unfortunately, we’ve come down to our last song.” a very loud ‘aawwww’ was heard and the boys chuckled among themselves. as the sunkissed singer spoke, the others changed their instruments. jaemin got an acoustic guitar, followed by jeno with his acoustic bass and the staff placed a cajón for jisung in front of the drums. “we prepared a very special song for you, beautiful people. thank you so much for coming tonight!” they cheered once more.
the first chords to wonderwall by oasis were played by jaemin, the other instruments following the softer melody. haechan’s sweet voice compelled the watchers to sing along, pouring their hearts out.
you felt a tap on your shoulder as you registered this breathtaking moment of the band. turning your attention to the person who tapped you, you see chenle wiggling his eyebrows in jeno’s way. turns out his gaze was burning your skin together with the words dripping from his lips so faintly, only someone so close as you would understand he was following the lyrics.
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how
the bassist didn’t know what had gotten into him, maybe it was the performance thrill. he honestly didn’t try to find an explanation. during their songs, you were the one getting his attention all the time. you were having so much fun, singing out loud, exchanging jokes with your best friend, showing some people the band’s social media… it clicked. he realized he would never have to change to be around you. he felt so silly. and then, a sudden boldness rushed through him to let you know there’s something he must tell you.
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Idol pt2 🤍
Warnings: suggestive, swearing
Matts Pov
I run out my room into the kitchen and see nick with A massive smile on my face
“Why are you so smiley tuff guy” Nick says with a smirk “Y/N HAS OUR FUCKING MERCH! SHE KNOWS WHO WE ARE! WHO I AM!” I say grinning from ear to ear
Nicks jaw dropped “you should dm her see if she wants to be on the podcast or something!” Chris overhears and walks into the kitchen “who do you guys want on the podcast?”
I smile “y/n y/l/n” Chris looks confused “why the fuck would one of the best actresses out their today want to be on our podcast” i open my phone and show Chris the paparazzi photos and he stares at I for a second “no. Fucking. Way.” He says looking like he’s in complete shock “dm her for sure. This could be great. We’d make thousands off of this!” Chris says with a wide smile “and on top of that you get to meet your idol Matt!”
I click on her instagram profile to dm her and see a new post
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Y/n y/l/n *posted 10 minutes ago*
@sturnioloclothing @freshloveclothing @matthewsturniolo @nicolassturniolo @christophersturniolo look what camee 🥹, just the weekly photo dump love y’all
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Y/n.y/l/n.issocool: LITERAL GODESS
Sturniolo.girl: SHES A STURNIOLO FAN WHATT
Nicolassturniolo✅: let’s trip hoodie goes hardd
*liked by creator*
Nick.girl: OMG HI NICK
I like the post and comment ‘love the hoodie! 🤍’ and dm her shortly after saying
‘hey y/n I don’t know how I have the courage to say this but would you like to be on a podcast? We would be honoured to have you on here and I’m sure both of our fans would love it. I’m still getting over the fact that you know who we are let alone ENJOY our content. You’re literally my idol! Hope this gets to you all the love M.S🤍’
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Y/ns pov
I see a notification pop up on my phone and it’s a dm from MATT STURNIOLO! I read the dm and reply
‘There’s no way I’ve just been invited on your podcast. You’re joking me right?? I’d love to!! But the problem is the only day off I have for the next two months is in two days for 3 days so I don’t know if you’re schedules free. Let me know whenever you can!’
‘I’m YOUR idol?! I don’t know if you know but you’re my comfort person and you and your brothers are my idols I don’t know what I’d do without you all you’ve all helped me so much and I appreciate you three more than you know. So it honestly warms my heart to know I inspire you!! Love you all. Y/n 🩶’
I put my phone down and smile
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Matts Pov
I read her reply and respond
‘In two sounds great! We’ll even book you a hotel room to say thanks if you wanna hang after filming it’s up to you🤍. Happy to hear we’ve helped you it’s what we’re here for. M.S❕🤍🩹’
“Guys she’s agreed to be on the podcast I’m so fucking exited” I say to Chris and Nick and they just smile and Chuckle at me “just try not to get hard when she’s here” Chris says sarcastically and Nick chuckles ‘holy shit. What if I can’t control myself around her and get a fucking hard on in front of heer’ I think to myself I laugh along with the joke and then swallow hoping that doesn’t happen
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2 days later
Y/ns pov
I just got off the plane from Chicago, signed a few autographs and put my bags in my hotel room. I then have an everything shower do my skincare hair and Makeup and put on my new green fresh love tracksuit.
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I’m outside the sturniolos apartment and knock on the door. Nick answers with a smile on his face
“Oh my fucking god. Y/n y/l/n is stood outside MY house come on in!”. I chuckle as I walk in and take off my orange Jordan ones that match the set “the pleasure is mine”
“Sick shoes, they look fucking awesome” i hear someone say from the top of the stairs. It was Chris I smile and say “thanks!”
I walk upstairs and see Matt instantly runs up to me and hugs me tight I hug him back he pulls away “sorry if i got in your personal space. I’m just really excited” he says blushing slightly I chuckle and say “it’s nothing I don’t mind giving hugs. You think that’s bad? you should see what other fans do” he smiles bashfully as we walk into the podcast studio
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After the podcast we hang out eat food, went for a late night drive to a gas station for snacks (Nick made us stop at Dairy Queen), watch movies and before we knew it it was 4am “oh shit it’s 4am” I say looking at them “it’s okay you can stay here if you want” Nick says with a smile “really? I don’t wanna get all up in your space.” I smile “sure you can “ Matt says and Chris nods in agreement “t-thankyou” I say with a smile “you can sleep in my room tonight if you want” Matt says and Chris smirks. My heart starts pounding out of my chest “would you be comfortable with that?” I looking at him trying so hard not to blush “yeah of course!” Matt said smiling “oh shit…my pyjamas are at my hotel.” I say awkwardly “it’s alright, you can borrow some of my stuff if you’re comfortable with that” Matt says “really? Thankyou!?”
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Matts Pov
I give her a white tshirt and a pair of pyjama pants “here” I say with a smile “thankyou so much!” She says smiling
My god. That fucking smile
“N-no problem” I say smiling “Where do I change?” She asks innocently
Here. In front of me. Right fucking here
“My bathrooms just out there” I point to my door “thankyou” she says smiling Again
Fuck that smile.
she walks away into the bathroom and as I hear the rustling of fabric I instantly feel myself getting hard
Shit.
An: part twoooo hope y’all like 🤍
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jordisblogg · 7 months
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producer!shuri x singer!reader hcs
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📝: i’ve been thinking about producer!shuri a lil too muchhh.
the whole producer!shuri idea is from @/venusdraco (who’s unfortunately deactivated but ima still give credit!!)
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meeting:
✰. -you were sitting on the phone with one of your friends, tems, specifically, ranting on about how you need to find a good beat before the deadline for your new single. you've tried going to london, metro boomin, drumma boy, he'll you even tried to make one yourself, but you couldn't find the right sound you were looking for.
“you know, i've got this friend who's done some of the beats on my songs, she's really good. she’s known for her afro beats but i’m sure she could help you out. i could give you her contact if you want."
you rubbed your temples, 'i’m up for anything at this point.”
✰. you had texted her later on
“hey i'm tems' friend, y/n, idk if she told u about me, but i rily need help and she told me to come to u"
“yeah she told me.i can hook you up, when are you free?”
✰. you both scheduled a date that would work for the two of you and you crossed your fingers and your toes that this would be it, that she was the one who could help you.
✰. you woke up bright and early the day of and got ready, not wanting to keep shuri waiting. when you walked in the studio she was sitting in one of the chairs by the sound booth, man spread, hair freshly curled with a pair of shades perched on top of them, wearing a black nike tech, gold chains adorning her neck. she looked good, really good.
✰. her head perked up and she turned to you, “hey, you ready to get started?”
✰.it had been a good 10-15 minutes and you think you both were getting somewhere. but you could hardly focus. shuri’s cologne was getting all up in your nose, she smelled intoxicating.
✰. and the way her tattooed fingers turned the knobs on the booth to how she nodded her head softly to the beat. and her jawline?? don’t even get me started—
“here, listen to this” you hadn’t even realized you just spaced out on her. you watched her put her headphones over your ears.
you stared into space as the low beat played. it was melodic, soft.
once it ended you took the headphones off and set them in your lap. “well?”
you smiled, “i love it.”
✰. your single ended up being nominated and won an billboard music award. you couldn’t have been happier. (song is at the top)
✰.once the event was over and you collected your flowers you took your ride back to your luxury apartment.
just as you were placing your award on a shelf, (you still needed somewhere to put it) you got a notification. you pulled your phone out, a text from shuri.
‘congratulations, beautiful, you earned it.🎉’
you smiled, hard. you feel like you wouldn’t have gotten this award if it weren’t for shuri. you needed to repay her somehow.
and beautiful???
‘thank u so so much, shuri. i couldn’t have done this without you. how can i ever repay u’
‘let me take you out to dinner’
dating:
✰. even though you have more than enough money to take care of yourself, shuri still spends on you.
you could be on the phone telling her the new fendi bag you’re gonna buy and then the next morning you see a cash-app of 3500 with the caption ‘just because❤️’ but you knew why.
✰.she’s always going to give you princess treatment.
anywhere you wanna go, she takes you. anything you want, she gets you. money is no problem for her. (shawty bae already a queen, producing just adding to that)
✰. when she has to fly out for sessions/bookings, she always takes you with her.it helps make the trip bearable even if she’s cool with the client.
✰. she always sends you big bouquets of roses once out the week (she would send you more but the last time she did, you told her you didn’t have anywhere to put the others)
✰. you both are regularly in the studio, so you don’t really have a whole lot of time with each other. but when she finally gets to see you, she can never let you go.
following up on that, shuri’s very clingy and overprotective of you, not that you don’t mind, mainly cause your the same way. when you’re both at events, she doesn’t do a lot of mingling, even when the other artists try to talk to her, she’ll talk to them, still being right next to you.
✰. a few days after you two started dating, you were both chilling up in a club and you both got a little caught up in each other and the alcohol. the next morning you had woke up to a bunch of notifications on instagram and tiktok. everyone knew about your relationship. and for once, theshaderoom wasn't wrong about something.
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you scrolled thru all the comments, some good, some bad.
"well, at least all those other bitches know who i belong to" she says as she lazily wraps her arms around your waist.
✰. likes to put your voicemail’s or just your voice in general on some of her tracks.
✰. your each other's plus one to every event, whether your nominated or not. you both always try to match for the red carpet, whether that be jewelry or clothes.
✰. shuri had originally been in wakanda playing with beats with her cousin, erik, who had taught her a few tricks. and after the death of her brother and mother she moved down to the states to get away from pressure, but she still devotes most of her life to her technology.
✰. she loves to take pictures of her baby, most of her camera roll is of either you or pics or you and her, either way you’re in them.
in fact her lock screen is literally a picture of you asleep on her chest, bonnet half on and drool seeping from your lips.
“shuri change that right now!”
“but you look so cute!”
✰. she goes to all of your concerts. and when your up on stage, you make sure to point her out. and when you both do a collab you bring her on stage and the fans eat it up every time.
✰. her nicknames for you are most definitely baby, my love, mama, princess etc.
✰. your contact in her phone is ‘umfazi’ (wife) because she knows you’re the one she’s going to marry.
✰. most of your songs are about times you’ve spent with her.
✰. shuri told you about her first time hearing your voice. she was hanging out with her friends for the night and they had bought tickets to your show, shuri wasn’t aware of who you were at the time, mainly because you were still coming up.
when she had saw you up on stage, it was like the world had stopped moving. your voice was so angelic, she felt like she was in a trance. and god you were gorgeous. you still are.
“i knew then that you were destined for greatness.”
“how come you never came up to me?”
“time wasn’t right, but i ended up bagging you in the end”
“oh shut up”
✰. it’s a known fact, shuri smokes weed. when she got together she wanted to make sure you were okay with it or not. when you told her that you partook in it, you were now her designated smoking buddy.
bongs, pens, smokes, edibles. it didn’t matter.
✰. shuri’s told you once before that even though you do it for show, she does get a little jealous when you bring other girls up on stage and get a little too touchy for her liking.
but you always tell her that she’s the only one for you. you’ve even had to explain that to her press.
“so y/n, we’ve seen that during your shows you’ve constantly brought up girls on stage with you. how does your girlfriend, shuri, think about this? have you had any conversations about it?”
“one, my girlfriend has already told me her thoughts on the matter and yes we’ve had conversations about it, two, i bring up my audience to give them a chance to feel like they’re really apart of the show y’know?”
✰. during interviews, shuri can’t help but smile at the mention of you. i mean full on cheesing!
“we’ve noticed you and y/n have been getting pretty serious, taking her out on private flights, fancy dinners, take it things must be goin smoothly, yeah?”
the corner of her mouth turns up in a smirk, “yeah, i always give my princess what she asks for”
✰. she doesn’t like to argue with you because the second she sees a tear role down your cheek, your lip quiver, or hears a tremble in your voice, she’s crumbling, scooping you up in her arms and rocking you back and forth, repeatedly kissing your temple and chanting apologies in your skin.
“i’m sorry baby, i’m sorry. please forgive me”
✰. she teaches you xhosa every time you ask. she giggles at how you pronounce the words, putting clicks at the wrong time.
“shuri stop laughing!”
“haha.. i’m sorry mama, cmon i’ll help you”
✰. will always do your nightly with you. she won’t tell you, but she secretly loves doing face masks.
✰. that girl stays in sweats, don’t matter what type of weather. winter? sweat suit. summer? t-shirt and sweat SHORTS.
“shuri come on wear some jeans with me, we supposed to be matching!”
“we are! your jeans are blue and my sweatpants are blue”
“ouu— you piss me off”
“kodwa uyayithanda” (but you love it)
✰. ever since that first meeting, you barely go to anyone else for your beats, unless necessary, in your opinion shuri knew how to do your genre of music, and pretty well, so there was no point in going to anyone else.
(plus it’s free.99)
✰. your facetime calls range from 5-24 hours. mainly because y’all don’t know how to say bye to each other.
“i love you baby, get some rest”
“i love you more”
“oh did you hear about that guy who was at drake’s concert?”
“no? tell me!”
bonus:
just because you’re constantly going to shuri to help with your music don’t mean y’all don’t have any complications.
“nooo— im talkin’ ‘bout dum dum doo duh”
“that’s what i just did??”
“no you did dun boom dun dun”
“what??”
“SHURI OH MY GOSH”
“STOP SCREAMING AT ME”
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Misumi Ikaruga | [SR] Reminiscence of Blooming | Veludo Town Oshi Spot! ~Video: Misumi~ - Part 1
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Misumi: A yummy onigiri shop, a bakery with triangle sandwiches, and a general store with a triangle roof…
Misumi: There are so many triangles in Veludo Town, I dunno which one I wanna introduce to everyone.
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Misumi: Uueh, I’m stuck…
Misumi: …Ah! In that store is…
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Misumi: Juza!
Juza: …Oh, Misumi-san. Did ya come to get some cake?
Misumi: Nope, I saw you and decided to come in.
Aoki: Welcome.
Misumi: Hello!
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Aoki: …Ah. You’re Summer Troupe’s Ikaruga-kun, right?
Misumi: Yep! Do you know me~?
Aoki: Of course. I’ve gone to see MANKAI Company performances before.
Juza: Aoki-san is the owner and patissier of this store. They helped us out when I participated in that sweets contest with Guy-san and the others before. (1)
Misumi: Ah, I heard about that from Tenma and the others!
Aoki: Ahaha, I’m glad.
Juza: …
Misumi: There are lotsa pretty triangle cakes~.
Juza: Yea. And they’re all so good, I always get lost just lookin’ at ‘em… hm?
Misumi: Wah, yummy-looking donuts!
Juza: Have ya ever had donuts here before…?
Aoki: No, they’re new products we recently started selling. They’re already quite popular.
Misumi: Really? That’s amazing!
Juza: They look good, I think I’ll get some of these donuts too.
Misumi: Yeah, yeah, let’s buy lotsa them and go home~!
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Misumi: We’re home~!
Misumi: Ah, Director-san and Masumi! We got a present for you lucky two~.
Izumi: Welcome home. A present…?
Masumi: …Are those donuts?
Juza: Yea. The cake shop was sellin’ some new donuts, so we got some. You two can have some if ya want.
Izumi: Wah, really? Thanks, they look good!
Masumi: …I’ll have one too then. Let me try one.
Izumi: Mmh, they’re delicious…! The dough is so soft and fluffy.
Juza: Yea. They’re light and easy to eat… they’re good.
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Masumi: …They’re good.
Misumi: Yeah, yeah! I’m gonna buy some for Madoka next time~.
Izumi: Did you go to buy these together, Misumi-kun and Juza-kun?
Misumi: Nope! I was walking around Veludo Town won~dering what kinda place would be good to film an introduction for.
Misumi: That’s when I saw Juza in the cake shop so I decided to go in!
Izumi: I see. So did you decide on a place you want to introduce yet?
Misumi: Well… there are lotsa triangles I love, so I haven’t been able to decide~.
Misumi: Sad, sad…
Juza: …I mean, ‘s’not like ya can’t think of anything, it just that you’ve got too many options, so I think you’re still doin’ okay.
Izumi: Yeah, exactly! There’s still some time before it’s your turn, so take your time to think about it more, Misumi-kun.
Misumi: Okay…
Masumi: …
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Misumi: Haah…
*Phone notification*
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Misumi: Madoka!
*LIME start*
Madoka: Do you have some free time today?
△△△: I do! I can go anywhere, anytime!
Madoka: Thank you. Okay, then I’ll be waiting by Veludo Station.
*LIME end*
Madoka: I wonder what Madoka wants…? Anyway, I’ve gotta get to the station!
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Misumi: Madoka~! Sorry for the wait!
Madoka: I didn’t have to wait at all, so it’s okay.
Madoka: …You seem better than I thought you’d be. I’m glad.
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Misumi: ? Why’s that~?
Madoka: No, it’s nothing. Anyway, I got this…
Misumi: Waah, onigiri!? It looks yummy!
Madoka: There’s an onigiri shop on my way home from school, and every time I pass by it, I’d always think that I’d want to get some for you someday, Nii-san.
Misumi: I’m glad! Thanks, Madoka!
Madoka: You’re welcome.
Madoka: Actually… Masumi told me that you’ve seemed like you’ve been troubled lately.
Misumi: Masumi did…?
Madoka: So I thought this might help you feel a little better, Nii-san. I know it’s kind of a basic solution, but…
Misumi: Madoka… I love you!
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Madoka: Wah…! Nii-san, you’re going to squish the onigiri…!
[ Next Part ⇢ ]
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T/N:
(1) Reference to the “Pastry Chef’s Specialty” event.
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