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Is there a reason why sauce refuses to follow more than 99 accounts on instagram ? He’s such a control freak lmfao
LOL yea ive always noticed that like wtf 😭 okay 😭
he only follows 99 people on Twitter too, and i think i remember seeing him post on his twit like during the beginning of his first season in the NFL abt who he should follow to reach 99 bcs I think he had 98 at that time? And he wanted 99?
And on his insta i think (less sure on this) he posted a story that said like 'ok... who to make my 100th following 😻' but i think he only wanted it to be a stupid idk a 'fellow famous internet influencer' like he is , so famous, so self-loving, so empath .
so like. he either didn't follow anyone or he quickly unfollowed to remain at 99
he is... so strange. Such an odd critter. but my guess is he's keeping 99 as his ideal number rn and will unfollow whatever normie/less famous person he needs to in order to keep his precious 99 when he has to follow a more famous person,
or he's just holding out for a special someone to make his 100th follower ( and then later unfollow someone else he doesn't care abt rn to keep his number 99) bcs he WANTS to make ppl feel special, but also. He is weird. And he likes the number 99. And he's weird. And im going to give him a wedgie
#yesss sauce u are so uniqueeee u wear stupid beanies and tshirts instead of short skirts yesss#ure on the bleachers while everyone else is a cheerleader omgggg we worship uuuuu#queen !#but yea i swear i remember in the early days seeing him climbing to 99 and then just staying there#on insta i saw him have 98 following for a lil while b4 making it 99#but also i am ass shit at memorizing numbers especially so do not take my word for it 😭😭#but i swear hes had a history of wanting 99 and changing it to 99 frequently for some reason#he doesnt want only 100 following bcs too many ppl have only 100 following and he wants to be different 🩵#my special sauce..#im so glad someone else noticed this and thought it was weird LOL we are the Observers#bcs like... why 99...#it's kind of a tactical number which i so believe is done on purpose bcs hes a logical overthinking maniac#i like my bitches bad and neurotic#and im bery happy u guys agree#i imagine us as those deep sea diving videos where they discover a strange new squid and the scientists laugh#and pointing at it#we're having a great time! i love it!#look at this silly squidsauce! why do u like the number 99!! u are so funny !
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I think arguing about ship names based on who's the first part of the name mash-up and who's the second and what that means is dumb as hell I think we should continue to call ships whatever sounds the coolest because whatever. who gives a fuck
#people ascended with the guns and roses ship name for Boothill and Argenti#LIKE YESSS this is how we should be doing it#this is bc i saw some massive arguement about sunturine vs avenday and what the name order means and bla bla idc nobody should care lol
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I'm gonna be honest. I forget canon kon is white now because I only consume fanon content most of the time so I'm like. yeah this is kon! and then I see a comic screenshot and get whiplash cuz my brain thinks ur version is correct
before i actually read the comics literally every kon i saw was poc so my mind was just like oh okay this is definitely gonna affect my brain perception of this character 🙏
headcanoning is a very interesting concept because it can add a layer or recontextualize canon but you also have to keep in mind that canon will contradict your hcs sometimes because it doesnt have the things that make things like a sexuality or ethnicity unique, if that makes sense (well duh, it was written by primarily cishet white men who are writing from a specific lens). for example, the smallville setting is very white in my opinion and if canon kon actually wasnt white then the story might have had a new layer of storytelling to explore. but his feeling of intense out-of-placeness and the struggle with identity is something that is very relatable to me so oops if i let a lil projection slip out you know? and the fact the superfam are immigrants and kon’s journey with proving he’s worthy of being a kryptonian and worthy of being a super? it’s just sooo relatable. i definitely tend to attach myself to these type of stories. if you were to ask me to write an official dc comic of him id comply with his real canon but there’d definitely be subtext id sprinkle in for people like me to relate to if ur looking for it🤷🏻♀️
however it’s also good to actually read stories that were built with these lenses and intentions rather than just hcs because those stories will take that potential where it needs to go.
sorry that was very rambly 💀
#my hcs also change like…often idk#once i saw cassie be fancasted as some korean idol? so now my brains like yesss greek korean cassie with dark hair roots🤩#tim is also one i see regularly get hced as wasian#i like it whenever i see ppl make characters filipino 🙈#bart idk 💀kon i switch between like half afrolatino or polynesian 🧐#ig barts just white i havent seen what other ppl think for him#also random but its interesting to think of it too with media that is definitely inspired by non eurocentric things and then giving them hcs#like ninjago. clearly eastern and asian inspired#but incredibly white💀 in my head they are all in some form Asian bc hell yeah#okay i feel so rambly today sorrrrryyyy#clam answers#dc#this is coming from someone who went to a highschool that was like. 95% white lol#wait not .95% i mean 95%#also forgot to mention IK Superman’s like kryptonian but that’s basically directly tied to being Jewish too so there’s also that whole topic#but for kon specifically I keep thinking Polynesian bc of hawaii😔
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how did you got interest in dhmis? did you start at the tv show? or way back at the web series? what is the first episode you watched?
Ooooohhh this one's a very interesting one, also the question I feared the most HADBHSDJ
I knew about the show since 2014 but I just knew it existed, saw some memes but didn't really get em, and whenever I said I wanted to give the show a try, everyone, and I mean EVERYONE told me NOT to, bc "omg it's so scary it traumatized me I can't sleep since I watched it", and I mean back then I was in my creepypasta phase so I wasn't like going to get scared that much but the pressure was inmense I ended up not watching it ):
Years went by, kept watching ocassional memes, but last year on september when I opened Twitter I saw SO MUCH content of them, fanarts were all over my home page, so I asked my brother if he knew anything about it, turned out he had already seen both the web series and tv show and said THERE'S NO WAY YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS SHOW YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT
And the rest is history...
#He played the web series#creativity being the first episode...#After those 3 minutes my mind blew up#It all made sense now: the memes and the dancing yellow guy and the sketchbook ruining a painting and the disturbing sequences JUST WOW#Also I immediately recognized Tony and remembered all those Tumblr drawing with a handsome looking blue guy with a weird red mustache#I had a headache after watching the web series trying to understand wtf did I watched and why did I like it sm#Also I loved every single song I've never saved a Spotify playlist so fast before#We had like 2 hour discussions in between episodes to figure out all the messages and criticisms to real life situations#After watching everything my fav episodes were the love and friendship episodes#On the last episode I was clapping on the ending bc I kinda saw it coming but when it happened I was like YESSS CLIFFHANGER BRILLIANT#I'm never getting over this fandom#dhmis#asks#dhmis asks#albaricomics
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I know it's exciting when a famous person you like is (potentially or confirmed) neurodivergent in some manner. it's encouraging, it opens your world a little more, it's nice to see things normalised and people living fulfilled successful lives, but ohh I wishhh people were a bit more respectful about that sometimes.
I think it ultimately comes from a good place but it is So condescending and dehumanising to see comments like, woobifying people's vocal or physical mannerisms. and especially when there's unsolicited observations on their social skills or something. can you imagine if everyone was responding to your existence with "omg whyyy are they bad at this, why are they such a disaster what are they DOINGGG, why are they moving like that, why are they acting like that, omg what's wronggg with themmm, this person has extreme problems disorder," it's not.. very nice and just like, generally rude and overfamiliar behaviour. they're not your friend...
#not at all a vaguepost about anyone btw dw!! this was actually inspired by a post I saw dated like 3 years ago#and about a different person than the musicians I am always posting about lmao#I'm clarifying bc it Does happen with them sometimes unfortunately but#few and far between and mostly concentrated on twitter so#it's just teenagers getting excited they don't mean any real harm but mmm.#it always makes me think of that one tweet that goes ''people say normalise stretch marks and then go YESSS IT'S THE STRETCH MARKS FOR ME#SHOW THOSE TIGER STRIPES girl that's not normalising shit SHHHH!!'' LMAO...
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get yourself a man who will see costumes of the bluey parents while youre in spirit halloween and go "what if we did that" even though hes never seen an episode of bluey in his life
#metronome.txt#🦦#also to be fair ive also never seen a bluey episode in my life#literally i thought it was so cute. i wanna do a couple costume with him for something.#if i didnt already have an outfit for this halloween i wouldve gone YESSS#which is honestly funny bc the last time we went ro spirit i saw the corpse bride couple and was like#🥺 we couldve done that if i didnt have a costume already 🥺🥺🥺
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excellent news, i have experienced the pure joy of seeing someone selfship romantically w the same character as me for the first time this morning :]
#not with Guz bc my brain has unfortunately chosen to be weird about him fshdgjkl#but with another character !!#and i saw and was like YESSS YESSS YES GIVE HIM ALL THE LOVE !!! HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE !!!#its such a good feeling FDSJKL#so glad to have proof for myself that my brain is only weird abt Guz bc i can rest a little easier now#i wasnt entirely sure abt some of the others on my f/o list but now i am sure :) its definitely just Guz hurray !!!#(hurray bc i dont like how i feel when i am uncomfortable sharing fsdjkl i feel bad abt it !! and it limits me a lot w some things !!)#(its just a me thing fsdjkl im not ever judging or anything when it comes to other ppl dw !! i Get It LOL i understand the discomfort)#dandy.cmd
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strawberry shortcake ⋆ carlos sainz smau
pairing: carlos sainz x reader (fc: various from pinterest)
summary: everyone is surprised about the woman that carlos is dating, knowing how classy he is
warnings: some hate comments
a/n: i'm blonde and i'm planing to do pink highlights for this summer, so this seemed fun to do <3
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yourbff stop being so cool you're making others seem lame
user1 is this carlos new gf?
user2 i think she is! they were seen together two weeks ago, he soft launched a dinner and now she's posting watching the race, so they probably are
alexandrasaintmleux ohh gorgeous 😍 liked by author
user3 girl you're like 27 what are you doing dying your hair pink
user4 nah some people are allergic to having personality
carlossainz55 🥰🌶️
user5 pls tell me that he's just being friendly user6 no bc what is he doing with a girl like that... she looks so messy user7 that's exactly what i was thinking! nothing against her, but she's not the type of woman for carlos
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user1 i'm sorry, but she's a no for me
user2 she works in fashion????
user3 ultimate cool girl frr
user4 ok i've stalked her and she is GORGEOUSSS, and effortlestly cool?? i would die for being half cool of her
user5 dying my hair pink rn
user6 i can't believe there's people saying that she's not enough for carlos?? girl, carlos is not enough for HER
user7 FRRR she is THAT GIRL, in capital letters and bold
user8 i've dig a little and i found a few things: she was born in ireland (irish queen, i can't imagine how cool is to hear her talk), studied marketing at trinity college and moved to london a few years ago, she was a month in madrid last march (probably when she met carlos)
user9 i mean cool, but please go touch some grass
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user1 SHE'S COMING TO A RACE? user2 honestly i would be embarrased to go to a gp with her
user4 carlos you have to update your taste in women bc wtf
user5 imagine calling yourself a carlos fan and hating on his gf who literally did nothing
user6 we're not hating, she's just vulgar, that's factual
user7 i can't believe people is making this post all about his relationship
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user1 her outfits are in another level
user2 Carlos couldn't stop touching her, he's DOWN BAD
user3 she looks so sweet, i don't understand the hate
user4 she's iconic, you guys are just boring people
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[caption 1: gettin ready for the race 💋] [caption 2: thank you for this @scuderiaferrari]
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carlossainz55 c'mere i need my good luck kiss
carlossainz55 i mean you ARE the prettiest and i'm the luckiest
user1 ok you actually look nice
user2 first time i see one of the wags being grateful with the team
Carlos interview after quali
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f1 CARLOS SAINZ WINS IN AUSTRALIA 🤩
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user1 SMOOOTHHH 🌶🌶
user2 and this man doesn't have a seat?? be ffr
user3 ALL I SEE IS SAINZ, ALL I SEE IS CARLOS SAINZ 💅🏼
user4 and that podium>>>>>
user5 YESSS his gf was there and looked so so happy user6 omg i saw it!!
yourusername VAMOSS ❤️💛
user7 oh hi y/n user8 you speak spanish? user9 i love her. i don't care you guys don't, but she's da best
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carlossainz55 Unforgettable weekend ❤️💛
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yourusername Beyond proud of you darling ❤️🥹 liked by author
carlossainz55 Te amo ❤️ user2 AAAAHH I LOVE EM user3 brb im taking a bath with a toaster
user1 so we're hard launching now?
user2 she's his lucky charms, 100% sure
user3 bro casually hard launches in his race win post
user4 carlos and y/n picture was a jumpscare. but like a good jumpscare, and not scary at all im actually in love with them
user5 looking for a third?
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carlossainz55 Te amo, hermosa. My lucky charm 🍀👩❤️💋👨
yourusername Can't wait to the next one 😊😊 user2 I CAN'T THEY'RE TOO PRECIOUS user3 there's nothing better than private but not secret but also not too private relationships
user1 I thought i was early but carlos' already here
user4 and they've been dating for over a year, if i had to wait so much to post carlos sainz i would've died
user5 ugly as fuck liked by author
user6 not y/n liking it- user7 LMAO I ADORE HER
alexandrasaintmleux Coolest ❤️
yourusername i'm afraid that's you hun ❤️ user8 this is so cute ngl user9 wags that get along with each other >>>
user10 y/n, do you speak spanish?
yourusername Un poco, Carlos me está enseñando 🥰 (a little bit, Carlos is teaching me)
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elleuk He was the only non-Red Bull Racing race winner in last season in Formula 1, and the first one this year. And althought his place in F1 is still unknown, it is certain that Carlos Sainz has already left a legacy in the sport.
The April issue of ELLE UK is out March 28. Read the interview at the link in our bio.
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user1 Oh we all know who edited this pictures
user6 and he even changed the pfp to the first one, he's obsessed
carlossainz55 Thinking of pursuing a modeling career after this
yourusername You should. I'll edit your pics 🤝 user3 i'll tell my kids they were adam and eve
user2 the pictures are fabulous
user7 we all say together: thanks y/n
user4 WE'RE BEING FED WITH THIS PICTURES
user5 why is anybody talking about the interview?? he's the CUTEST talking about her
user8 YESS, i read it and i died of sweetness user9 they're so wholesome i love them
#carlos sainz#carlos sainz x female reader#f1#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz x y/n#formula 1#noraverse 🫧#f1 fanfic#formula 1 one shot#f1 fic#f1 fluff#carlos sainz one shot#carlos sainz social media au#carlos sainz smau#carlos sainz imagine#f1 instagram au#formula one imagines#f1 smau#cs55 fluff#cs55#cs55 x reader#cs55 imagine#cs55 fic#carlos sainz jr
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tom holland’s school of manifestation | a charles leclerc social media au
pairing: charles leclerc x supermodel!reader
charles has a big crush on world renowned supermodel, y/n l/n. who would’ve thought she’d return the feelings.
notes: very much travis kelce x taylor swift inspired. faceclaim is yasmin wijnaldum! btw i try to improve with each post (like how i write/pace the story) so if you have any suggestions, pls (veryvery kindly) tell me!! :))
disclaimer: SORRY FOR TYPOS. GOOGLE TRANSLATE (and from american high school lol) FRENCH. KYM ILLMAN MENTIONED LOL. none of the information in this social media au is factual. i do use old photos of charlotte and charles, and usually i don't like to include pictures of their ex or current gfs in these fics (only bc i want to keep it as imaginative as possible and i feel like adding them kinda gives you a reality check while reading LOL) so lmk your opinions on that!
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voguemagazine Since beginning modeling at the age of 14, Y/N L/N has cemented herself as the most influential supermodel of all time. As of 2023, she is now the world’s highest paid model surpassing Kendall Jenner who previously led the list. Throughout her career, she has made 39 appearances on international Vogue covers.
Tap the link in our bio to read the full profile. Photographed by @/leannafitz, Written by Phil Stevenson, Styled by @/sheri_simmons, Vogue, February 2023.
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user MOTHER IS MOTHERING
user omg as someone who has been a fan since she began in 2011, i’m so proud of her 😭
user she's the definition of perfection
user LOL ariana (charles), what are you doing here
↳ user his little crush on her is soo cute 😩
↳ user he’s just like us fr lmaoo
user her walk is legendary like it reminds me so much of naomi
user i was gonna say she’s the model of our generation but that’s wrong. she’s actually the top model of all time 😩😩😩
user i’m glad to see a non-nepo baby be on top of the list
↳ user no literally like no shade to bella, kendall, and them but y/n had to fight tooth and nail to be here
↳ user frrr bc most of the nepo baby models are great, don’t get me wrong. however, they were allowed to make mistakes during their career in order to improve. y/n was not privileged enough to have that. like ppl don’t understand the insane expectations that were placed on her ever since she entered the industry, but she exceeded those expectations every. single. time. and that’s why she deserves this title
user she’s so beautiful
user i would die for y/n
user nothing could describe the amount of affection i have for this woman omfg
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charleslc_updates Charles and Arthur talking about Y/N L/N (again lol) in a recent interview 👀
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user lmaoooooo relatable
user omg i'm new to f1 but i've always been a y/n stan i'm freaakkkinng out but wdym again??
↳ user lmaooo charles is always trying to bring up y/n
user the leclerc brothers 🥰🥰
user it was so cute to see the both of them in one video
user this man fr blushed AHAH cute
user i get it charles i too have the biggest crush on y/n
↳ user lol literally like get in line dude
↳ user back of the line bucko
user i've never seen a man so down bad for someone he's never met
user y/n what are you doing girl if you don't want him ILL DO IT
user @/yourusername
↳ user LMAO YESSS @/yourusername
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ynupdates Y/N opening the 2023 Chanel by Karl Lagerfeld show during Paris Fashion Week.
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user omg she absolutely killed it
user god does she need a dog? i can bark
user i love seeing her thrive
user quick charles this is your chance!!! she’s in paris 😭😭😭 @/charles_leclerc
↳ user lmaooooo not you tagging him but literally though
↳ user no srsly please mr. "i hope our paths cross soon" you don't understand i need this to happen
user yall saw that walk??? ugh y/n the woman that you are
user i don’t get the hype. all she does is walk.
user NAHHHH SHE ATEEE THAT
user i’m so happyyyy 🥺 y/n is so booked and busy she’s really out here doing multiple back to back shows for paris fashion week
↳ user same! it’s crazy that she gets to open and close multiple shows, especially ones like chanel!
user i love that so many people are going to these shows just to see y/n
user i could make this exact dress with my curtains
user if i ever meet her in real life i would die happily
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yourusername rien de mieux que d'etre a la maison [no place like home]
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gigihadid sexy lady
↳ yourusername already missing you
user i keep forgetting she's part french
user you absolutely KILLED those shows
voguemagazine iconic ⭐️
alexademie 🔥🔥
user beautiful girl!!
user omggg charles liking this LOL
↳ user it's actually frustrating me that this man has no game like i'm rooting for you cmon
↳ user lmaooo literally though i'm just hoping he's pulling some strings behind the scenes
anokyai 😍😍😍
user la plus belle fille [the most beautiful girl] *liked by charles_leclerc
↳ user if this is him shooting his shot 😭😭
↳ user lol charles is down so bad he's even going through the comments
user am i just crazy but why are there two drinks in the second post? like is this supposed to be a very soft launch
↳ user it's probably gigi 😭😭 she did comment saying that they were hanging out with each other
↳ user but why not just take a pic of her tho
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deuxmoi Y/N L/N & Charles Leclerc spotted hanging out with each other in Paris
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user NO WAY OMG
user i'm actually in disbelief how tf did charles get here
user i knew you could do it charles!!
user TURN IT UP IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE
user so are they dating???
user CHARLES FR WINNING RN AHAH
↳ user NO LITERALLYYY HES BEEN DREAMING ABOUT THIS FOR AGES
↳ user he manifested this 😭
user they look sooo good together
user why does he look so srs
↳ user give my man a break 😩
↳ user well it looks like he’s not your man anymore 😭😭
user omgg this is like a fairytale
user wait i'm kinda obsessed with this
user i’m so invested
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kymillman Y/N AND CHARLES
Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc is joined at the track today by top supermodel, Y/N L/N. This is the first time Y/N is with him and she clearly shines in front of the camera.
Her debut at the grid has quickly become a popular topic as fans and drivers alike are intrigued by the presence of one of the most famous women in the world.
For A3 prints, hand-signed & numbered by a range of drivers/team principals head to kymillman.com #f1 #formula1 #signedprints #japanesegp #CharlesLeclerc #Y/NL/N
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user SHDJEJ IM ACTUALLY GOING FERAL
user mom and dad 😩
user so it’s official???
↳ user i mean this is the hardest launch they could have done other than posting 😭
user i’m a charles fan and even i’m surprised he got her to date him
user i’m rooting for them so much 🥺🥺
user she’s serving though
user i’m watching the race rn and they literally keep talking about y/n being there AHH
↳ user i always forget she’s kind of a big deal
user kym gets on my nerves but this picture is actual gold
user it's so obvious that this is a publicity stunt
↳ user nah but for who? bc i know damn well that neither charles nor y/n need it
↳ user obviously not for them but maybe it's to gather more attention for f1
↳ user girl i need u to listen to urself rn 😭 bc that makes no sense
user idk who charles is and idk what the hell f1 is but best believe i’m tuning in next race just to see y/n
↳ user literally me girl i can’t believe i’m watching cars drive in a circle rn
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yn_updates Some moments of Y/N being mentioned by drivers during the Formula 1 race
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user i swear it was like every minute i'd hear y/n's name
user the way that all the drivers are aware of charles's long time obsession with y/n LOL
↳ user i just know charles is the type to never shut up about her ahaha
user she's literally THE y/n l/n. i mean if viewers are sky rocketing just by her being there, imagine her impact if she had actively promoted it
↳ user she's so iconic
↳ user no bc i love y/n so much that i just forced myself to watch rich grown men vroom vroom in circles for almost 2 hrs just to catch a glimpse of her
user i'm in love with her life
user LMAOOO THE DRIVERS TEASING CHARLES
user lando's so funny 😭😭
user y/n and f1 stans are being FED today wow
user is it just me or am i kinda annoyed about how often they're bringing her up like my girl can't even support her bf in peace
↳ user yea i'm eating it up but also feeling bad for y/n at the same time. the attention is definitely a double edge sword.
user apparently she was with joris most of the time 🥺
user this is literally straight from a fairy tale i can't
user didn't they just meet like a week ago
↳ user as far as we know they were first spotted together about a month ago by that deuxmoi post. but assuming from y/n and charles's past relationships, i don't think they'd be this comfortable going public without being together for a while
↳ user yea this has definitely been going on longer than we think/have been seeing
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charles_leclerc J'ai toujours su que c'était toi. Joyeux anniversaire, mon amour ❤️ [I've always known it was you. Happy birthday, my love]
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yourusername merci, mon cœur ❤️ [thank you, my heart]
yourusername je suis raide dingue de toi [i'm madly in love with you]
↳ charles_leclerc l'amour de ma vie [the love of my life]
user are we interrupting something...
user i can’t believe it’s already been 6 months since they first went public
user throwing myself down the stairs as we speak
user they don't know it yet but we're actually a throuple
user happy birthday y/n!!!
user in love with their love 🥺
user lmfaoooo i just know charles is on cloud 9 this man literally sees y/n and is blind to everything else
↳ user he's sooo cute, he's like a love sick puppy
user i still think this is a pr relationship
user god i'd die for someone to look at me the way charles looks at y/n in that second pic
user this is my roman empire
user i'm so obsessed with them it's insane
user our generation's brad and angelina
↳ user don't say that wtf my parents are never separating
user pls don't ever breakup 😭😭
#f1 instagram au#f1 x reader#f1 social media au#f1 imagine#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc social media au#supermodel!reader#f1 smau#f1 fic#charles leclerc fic
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Matt rempe imagine🙏🏼
YESSS as we know i’m such a matt rempe girlie like he IS my boyfriend
matt rempe x fem!reader
here’s a little drabble about his playoff debut + his mullet bc i’m going insane over it
“That was fucking amazing,” you raved, following Matt into his apartment.
He laughed. “I know, you’ve said it like a million times already.”
“I feel like I really have to emphasize how great that was,” you said, closing the door behind you.
Matt collapsed onto the couch, patting the cushion beside him. You sat down next to him, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.
“I’m glad you’re staying over tonight,” he said, kissing the top of your head.
“Me too.” You tilted your head back to look him in the eyes. “You played really well tonight, Matt.”
He grinned, his thumb stroking the 73 on the sleeve of your jersey. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah, it was a really great goal. Everyone loved it. They love you. I’ve never seen a crowd like that one before. I mean, they were literally screaming your name.”
“Were you?”
You nodded. “Oh, yeah. I was screaming the loudest. I stood up and started jumping around,” you admitted. “I hope I didn’t scare your mom.”
He shook his head, smiling wide. “No, I don’t think you did. She loves you. She told me so when you went to the bathroom at dinner.”
“Really?” Your eyes widened. “I thought I was being totally awkward.”
“Not at all. You did great. Plus, now that she’s seen you watch a hockey game, I think she knows that you are not awkward.”
You shrugged. “I guess that’s true. Let me be honest with you, Matt,” you said, shifting on the couch so that you were fully facing him.
“Shoot.” His arm shifted from the top of the couch as he reached out to play with the hem of your jersey.
“The playoffs look good on you.”
He laughed. “That’s it?”
“Yes!” you said. “You were having so much fun out there. I could tell. You love this game, like really love it. That’s what I love about you.”
“Love?” He said, bringing a hand up to brush your hair away from your face. “Are you saying you love me?” He said it like he was joking, but you knew what he wanted to hear.
“Yes.” You rolled your eyes. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“Good.” He took hold of your face and pulled you in to kiss your lips.
You leaned forward, deepening the kiss. You rested one hand on his shoulder and the other in his hair. The kiss was slow and passionate. You could tell he was tired, but he still wanted to take his time.
You pulled softly on the ends of his hair, and he whined into your mouth. You pulled away then, giving both of you a moment to catch your breath.
You rested a hand on his chest and brought the other back to your side. You were feeling fairly confident until you glanced up to his face and saw the way he was looking at you.
He was staring at your lips, his pupils dilated. You loved his deep brown eyes. They were so pretty. His lips were parted slightly, and his cheeks were a little red. His hair was in his face, partially blocking an eye.
“You know what else I love?” you asked softly.
“Hm?” His eyes snapped back up to yours, and the adoration in them made your heart beat faster.
“I love this mullet.” You ran your fingers through his hair again, pushing it off of his forehead and twirling the ends on your fingers.
He gave you a huge smile. “You think it looks good?”
“I think it looks hot.”
“You really think so, baby?”
You nodded. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”
“And that’s what I love about you.” He leaned back in to kiss you again, this time more passionately. You could feel him pour all his love into the kiss.
He pulled you onto his lap by your hips, his hands going to your hair as you placed yours on his chest.
You let yourself get lost in Matt, and you forgot about anything outside of this moment.
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Can I get a Carlos one where they lowkey hate each other bc they constantly fight on track but there’s a bunch of tension between them. Maybe something happens on track and afterwards she goes to bitch him out and then he just kisses her or something ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
yesss just a little different
carlos sainz x williams driver reader
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You had been nervous when you joined the grid a year ago as the first female driver but everyone had been pretty welcoming and treated you the same as the rest of the competition. You honestly were glad to join Williams because it was a lot less pressure on you than it was for your friends Oscar and Kimi at McLaren and Mercedes. Last season you had finished 12th in the drivers standings which was pretty good in your opinion. This year had been a lot different thanks to the new arrival of Carlos Sainz.
He didn't want to be here, that was very clear. Honestly you didn't blame him, with his record he should have been in a top car but when the 8 time world champion comes knocking...what can ya do?
It seemed like he definitely expected to easily be driver #1 and to be treated as such. Most people probably shared that same opinion but you didn't. You weren't going to be a supporting actor in this kind of cut throat sport. Things had started cordial in the offseason with the two of you doing a lot of PR together but you just didn't really have that same bond that you did with your former teammate Alex. It only got worse from there.
First race of the 2025 season, you had out-qualified Carlos heading into race number one sitting P8 while he was behind at P12. He was not pleased. While everyone congratulated you after your run, he stood in the garage with his arms crossed, anger radiating off of him. This escalated the next day to him trying to overtake you resulting in both of you spinning out into the barriers. Instead of jumping out of the car and heading back to the paddock like a good girl, you stormed over to him as he was getting out of his car.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You yelled, pulling off your helmet.
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?" He yelled back glaring up at you. "You are supposed to let me pass?" You scoffed.
"Oh I'm sorry, I forgot who I was talking to," you retorted. "I'm so sorry Mr. Sainz I forgot that I have to let you win even though I'm faster and you're washed."
He stomped over from his car putting his finger in your face.
"Watch your fucking tone," he said angrily.
"Or what?" You spit back. The two of you spun around and barged back towards the garage.
As you headed into summer break, the two of you had crashed into each other three more times with probably equal blame in total. It was a disaster for team points and a PR nightmare. At this point they couldn't even get the two of you in the same room without it ending up in you trying to bite each others heads off. You had fun with it though, because by now you knew all the Spainard's tells. Like how he clenched his jaw when he was starting to get annoyed, or fisting his hands when you were close to pushing him over the edge. It's like the two of you were magnets, you'd always find each other no matter how hard the team tried to keep you separate.
---------- Last week of summer break------------
You were lounging by the pool with Oscar and his gf Lily at an airbnb in Australia trying to enjoy your last couple of days of freedom before having to be back.
"Have you talked to Carlos at all this break?" Oscar asked nonchalantly and you saw Lily shoot him a look.
"Why would I waste my precious breath?" You replied not even looking up from your book. Oscar sighed.
"Don't you think you guys should fix whatever this thing is that's going on?
"He's the one that fucking started it," you hissed shooting him a glare. He put his hands up in surrender.
"It's just like I've gotten to know him, and he's a great guy," he said. "I feel like you guys could be friends if you just sat and talked like normal people."
"I think that is literally impossible," you said. "We can't go longer than 2 minutes without him swiping at me."
"Hmm, and do you think he's unprovoked?" Oscar asked and Lily laughed. You flipped both of them off.
"Look, I tried to be nice at first but it's kind of hard when he came in and just expected me to roll over because he's been racing longer," you admitted. "It was offensive and things just went from there."
"I know how he came in was wrong," he said. "But I think you should give him some grace looking at it from his perspective. He should be in a faster car, we both know that. So it was insulting for him to have to come to Williams but that has nothing to do with you." You sighed, knowing he was half right.
"I don't know how to fix it Oscar, I really don't."
---------Dutch Grand Prix--------------
Things had been going well in Zandort so far, you and Carlos had been mostly avoiding each other and when you were together you kept it civil. You'd had good free practices and now were gearing up for qualifying.
You'd easily sped into Q2 and then jut inched by Fernando to make it into the top ten. The car felt good and you were feeling pretty confident you could get even faster in the last session. You were flying on your fast lap, on track to make it to P5 but heading into the corner you could see another car not getting out of the way. Of course it was none other than your teammate. He moved away but it was a little too late as you already had to slow down to swerve around him, losing time.
"What the fuck is he doing?" you screamed into the radio.
"Uhh he said he didn't see you coming, sorry y/n." Your engineer replied to you and you slammed your fist into the steering wheel. You managed to get one more lap in but the loss of focus put you in P9.
You didn't say a word to anyone getting out of the car and the garage was tense, a lot of engineers shooting you sympathetic looks. You stormed off towards your driver room and were a step away before you heard him call your name.
"Y/n," Carlos called out and you turned to see him walking towards yo you down the hallway. Instead of your rage boiling over you felt your eyes fill up with tears as you just felt defeated. You put your hand up to stop him from getting any closer.
"I just don't understand why you hate me so much," you yelled, your voice breaking. "Do you know how hard it was for me to get here? How hard it is to listen to the media constantly tell me I'm here because having a female driver is good PR? I have worked so hard for everything just for you to try time and time again to take it all away."
Tears were starting to leak from your eyes as you shouted and Carlos's eyes were wide with panic. He tried to take another step towards you but you moved back.
"No, I don't want to see you and I don't want to talk to you," you got out before turning and slamming your driver's door in his face. You sunk down to the floor crying and heard a loud bang, as if someone had punched a wall.
You laid in your driver's room for what felt like forever just staring at your ceiling before changing into a pair of sweats and a tank top. As you were collecting your stuff you heard someone knock on your door and open it. You looked over to see Kimi's sympathetic face which caused your eyes to water again. He opened his arms and you walked into them burying your head in his shoulder.
"Come on, let's go get dinner," he said leading you out of the garage.
You spent the rest of the night hanging out with him and his friends before heading back to the hotel to get a good night rest. You stepped out of the elevator onto your floor and saw someone standing by your hotel room. As you got closer you could see it was Carlos. He had changed too into a pair of Williams sweats and a tight fitted tshirt. His right hand was wrapped up with gauze, explaining the noise you heard earlier.
"Here to rub more salt in the wound?" You joked weakly as you came closer to him. His head snapped up and his raked over you getting sadder.
"No, I came to apologize," he said and you rolled your eyes motioning for him to move so you could unlock your door.
"What did PR promise you in order to get you here?" You bit back as you stepped inside, him following close behind.
"Nothing y/n, we need to talk," he said his tone more firm.
"Well I don't really feel like talking," you said turning to him, throwing your hands up. "Now why don't you go back to James and figure out how to get me off the team, I'm sure whatever plan you have will work."
His jaw clenched and you knew that one landed. You should have stopped there but something about him brought out the fight in you.
"I'm sorry that you're washed and the only way for you to beat me is by taking me out," you started, not even believing what you were saying, just wanting to hurt him like he did you. "That's the only apology I want to hear from you." Carlos took a deep breath, running his hand through his hair.
"Or maybe you should go back begging to Mercedes to get a seat to get away from me."
"Do you ever shut the fuck up?" He asked glaring at me and I crossed my arms.
"Make me," you replied daring him.
Within two seconds your back was against the wall and his lips were on yours. When your brain turned back on you found yourself wrapping a hand around his neck pulling you closer. Your lips fought for dominance but you both were clinging together like you could never let go. Your other hand was tangled in his hair as you slightly pulled causing him to groan into you. He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours and you brought your fingers up to touch your swollen lips.
"If I knew that was how I could get you to stop talking I would have done that a long time ago," he said smirking and you shoved him off.
"You caught me in a moment of weakness," you grumbled before flopping onto the bed. He came over to where you were and pulled you up so that you were facing him as he towered over you. His eyes softened as he looked down at you.
"You are a good driver, one of the best I've ever raced again," he started and you stayed quiet. "I should have came in as a leader to make the both of us better and this a competitive team. Instead I was too wrapped up in how I got burned and acted like an ass. It should have never gotten this far and I'm sorry."
You didn't know what to say as you'd never really seen this side of him. He pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear as he met your eyes again, waiting for a response.
"Was that a real answer or a PR one?" You joked with a small smile causing him to relax.
"A PR one cariño, the real answer is that you're too hot when you're mad at me so I couldn't stop," he said and you laughed. He pulled you off the bed and you wrapped your arms around him.
"This is so weird," you said. "I'm so used to hating you."
"I know, but we got to go be seen in public as friends," he said. "That's an actual request from the PR team."
"Yeah yeah, you can buy me ice cream and I'll forgive you for today," you said heading to the door.
"And then we can start over?" He said hopefully.
"If you let me pass tomorrow too," you said smirking at him. He kissed your forehead as he passed you holding his hand out.
"Not a chance."
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Ahh I'm so in love with the idea of timeskip!Kenma as a dad 🥺 You've really made me even more in love with your blog 😘 Can I please request timeskip!Kenma x fem reader where he introduces our son to his followers on his stream? Baby Kodzuken ❤️ I'd love it if his followers were a gushing in the comments about how cute the baby is and how happy Kenma is when he talks about his baby boy and us (his wife)? I love Kenma and the thought of him as a dad is just the cutest to me. Thank you so much! Take care 🫶🏻
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kozume kenma x f!reader
a/n: OH MY GODSHKKAFYSYVUDNGUSYRGUKSYKS THIS IS LITERALLY THE CUTEST IDEA EVERRR OMG thanku for requesting my dear kenma anon ❤️ i'm so sorry this took WAY longer to publish than expected so THANK YOU for having the patience of an angel 😭 i really hope this was worth the wait so pls enjoy! lots of love and u take care too <33
cw: TIMESKIP SPOILERS, parenting au, domestic fluff, slice of life kinda thing, chat gg crazy bc kenma is an amazing dad. GREEN FLAG DAD KENMA
"Hey guys, welcome back. I've got a very special announcement to make today, so here we are," Kenma adjusted his camera, smiling slightly.
It was a regular Tuesday evening and you were taking the time to do some self-care, which left Kenma with his second favourite thing in the world - his son.
As a YouTuber, professional gamer, stock trader, streamer and CEO of his own company, Kenma's work schedule was extremely flexible, and both of you were grateful for that. Not only did he have various sources of income, but he could be home as much as he wanted. And being home meant being able to spend time with his precious son, Kozume Kaito.
Kaito was your six month old bundle of joy - literally. If you had told Kenma a decade ago that he'd be a dad one day, he would have never believed you. Until, that is, you had Kaito.
Even before Kaito's birth, Kenma had no idea how he was supposed to take care of and raise a whole child. He just knew that he wanted to be the best father you and Kaito could've ever asked for. And so, you saw how stressed he could got about even the tiniest of things.
"What size clothes do we buy for him? Will S or M be better? What if he's a huge baby? Let's just get one of each size... Wait, what about pacifiers? A-and bottle hoods? What shape will he prefer? Longer ones? Shorter ones? Softer or slightly tougher ones? Ugh forget it, we'll get one of each type too."
However, all his worries disappeared the moment he held little baby Kaito in his arms. Kenma had never really been a crier, but the second he laid eyes on your beautiful son, he couldn't help but let it all out in the hospital ward.
"Can you guys see me clearly?" Kenma asked. The excited responses of "YESSS" "what's the surprise??" "OMG YOU'RE SO PRETTY" "yes i can see your handsome face" confirmed that his camera was indeed working just fine. Amused, he chuckled lightly. "Great. I'll be right back."
As he left the frame, his viewers were left staring at the background screen in his office, a big logo of Bouncing Ball Corp. After a few seconds of silence, some shuffling could be heard as Kenma returned with a chubby ball of energy in his arms. The moment he stepped back into frame with his beloved son in hand, the chat exploded.
kodzukenner: NO WAY IS THAT YOUR BABY??? riceballzzz: CUTIEEEEEEEEE AHHHH nek0mab1tch: omg he has a kid ?? ADORABLE miyamiya07: hawajhjchdjvhhfjhfrsjkhfdhasjhjchjfhjvhkrh lookattheclouds: since when?! vballer1208: HE HAS A CHILD??????????????
Kenma proudly held up his son like he had won an Olympic trophy - he simply adored Kaito. Meanwhile, Kaito watched, enamoured, as comments flooded the chat. Among those comments were also questions about Kaito and even you.
He knew the news of his son would be a major surprise to his online community, especially since the two of you had very successfully hidden your pregnancy from the public. Neither of you wanted to deal with all the pressure from netizens, media and the public.
"'He has Y/n's smile'," Kenma read one comment aloud. Chuckling, he agreed, "He does, doesn't he? He's lucky to inherit the most beautiful smile on earth."
Another comment asked where you were, and when Kenma simply replied with "Doing her own stuff." some commenters gushed about how cute it was that Kenma was on "babysitting duties".
With a scrunch of his face, Kenma retorted, "It's not babysitting. He's literally my child. Y/n's just doing her own stuff, what's the big deal? Come on, y'all gotta delete those gender role stereotypes from your heads, that's so 1950s." He huffed.
"'What's his name?'" Kenma read. "Hm. Y/n and I have actually decided not to reveal his name, so we hope you'll respect our decision."
kodzukenner: omg i wonder what his name is he's so cute i'm sure his name is as cute as him! nek0mab1tch: what if they named him kodzuken bouncingballer: baby kodzuken HAHA miyamiya07: OMG BABY KODZUKEN ??
Kenma chuckled as he read the comments guessing his child's name.
"'Is he joining today's stream?'" Kenma read aloud. Turning to his son with a gentle smile on his face, he replied, "You bet. Aren'tcha, big guy?"
In response, Kaito burst into a fit of giggles, excitedly babbling and pointing at the big screen in front of him.
The comments once again exploded into cheers of happiness as Kenma sat down in his usual gaming position, but this time, with his beloved son in his lap.
a/n: i'm so sorry this is really short 😭😭 but i hope it's okay :,) tysm for requestingg! hope you liked it bae <3
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oh my fuckin GOD I just had such a piss adventure
so I went to a restaurant, and was like oooh free soda refills?? niceee and got like THREE big cups of sprite. I finished two and had a couple decent sips from the last one
and I did pee after the first two, I thought that would take care of it, I wouldn't have to worry for a while
and THEN
I drove some friends home from the restaurant, and thought "oh, I kinda gotta go, would it ve impolite to ask if I can use their bathroom? eh I'll just hold it it's fine" and I was like. DYING by the time I got to theirs
and then I drove away w my one other friend in the front seat and asked where a good bathroom would be and they were like oh sure! I need to go too, can u hold it til you get home tho? and I was like uhhhh. no.
so we decided to head to a grocery store we knew abt. we were like hell yea, it's close right? and then we realized it was like, up to TEN MINUTES AWAY and we had to drive past a LAKE.
i kept having to take deep slow breaths, and at one point I winced bc I got a sharp bladder pain and my friend was like wtf are you good?? and I was like yea I just really gotta go.
I had MULTIPLE different times delaying us-- once, I was going the wrong way until I pulled up my gmaps, and got us turned back around the right way. and then, we had to stop for a cop car to go. AND THEN we saw the accident the cop was rushing to, and I turned a lil to go down another road on the way so I wouldn't get stuck at the scene of the accident-- lol I ended up at the MAIN part of the accident instead 😭 luckily didn't get *stuck,* but definitely slowed a bit... I near rushed the last block to the store
and then I was like okay where's the bathroom and my friend was like uhhh good question! so we walked around. first we went to the back, saw it wasn't to the left of the store, and started walking down the back aisle-- I was nervous that there wouldn't be one at ALL. then my friend came up behind me and was like hey I asked someone, they said it's down at the other end of the store from where we entered but we are going the right direction! and I was like thank god
so we found these two family restrooms and I was like yesss and we each knocked and went inside, luckily they were both empty, and I was SO READY
and then the fuckin toilet was COVERED in droplets of who knows what. i had to wipe the thing down. hell, some employee left a bottle labeled "general purpose disinfectant" so I tried to spritz that on to kill any freaky germs-- and the thing was empty. I squeezed that thing a few times thinking the noise was spritzing, but no, it was literally just empty and my bladder was YELLIN
so I finally WENT and it took a second for me to really feel it bc of how FULL I was but when I did the relief it hit like a TRUCK and I sat there like half a minute at least sighing in relief
I'm still sitting here with my bladder refilling lil bits, and trying to make sure I don't sit desperate in my car again hfjdnfhd
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Hello!!I want to start off with the fact that i ABSOLUTELY LOVE your art!!The way you draw characters is amazing,you draw them nearly the same as i hc them
I was scrolling through your blog (the art is beautiful please dont ever stop) and i saw some anons complaining and insulting you for drawing some characters (mainly characters from natlan and sumeru) with different shades of skin.While i dont know much about this topic i just wanted to share my opinion.
Sumeru is based off of middle east,the majority of which has tanned skin (but its very mixed from what i know!).Natlan is based off of a lot of places (which is honestly another sign of racism in my opinion)I myself am from Turkey which can count as both middle east AND Europe (even turkish people dont know what we count as).I have a lot of middle eastern friends as well (Iran,Iraq,Sauda Arabia,Syria…) and they are brown or tanned and one of them is white!
i saw a lot of people say that “not every character needs to be black/brown” and i answer this with not every character has to be white.White,brown,black,asian,native american and every other race exists and every race deserves to be respected.No race should be insulted for wanting representation.No race should be seen as outcasts either.Wether that be white or black,no one deserves to feel like they are not fine the way they are.
I myself hc Zhongli as pale as a ghost to indicate that he is a god (as being pale is associated with being a superior being in chinese culture).I hc Xiao as tanned due to him spending all his time,day and night,fighting monsters.I hc Neuvilette has slightly blue-ish skin bc hes the hydro sovereign.I hc as black bc i like him that way.I hc Alhaitham as brown and so many more characters.Nobody would want to play a game in which there is no diversity.Diversity helpes the characters feel more real and gives them character depth.Diversity helps make Teyvat feel more real,like Earth itself.
But anyways this is just my opinion,i would love to learn more and hear everyone’s opinions.And if someone doesnt like your art they should just block you if they dont want to see it🤷♀️ Your art is amazing though so please dont mind those buffoons 🙏
Sorry it this got too long or complicated.English isnt my first language and im still learning
And dont even get me started on the body shapes of the characters
Hii !! Thank you so much ! 😭😭🙏
Yesss I completely agree with you !
And if I can be honest, I wasn't aware of this question of representation and diversity before Genshin Impact. Once, I saw a fanart with someone making a white character black, and in all of my ignorance, I was wondering why (a genuine question). So I asked my friend her thought (because I love hearing her opinions) and she makes me aware about representation in media, and issues they are facing to. And, wow, I learnt a lot ! Maybe it is a bit silly but, I always tend to focus on canon content, and all my HC was around interactions or their behaviour, and I never thought about their body appearance HC. And since I learnt that, my creativity developed a new skill ! So it is only recently I put HC on their physical appearance (like Sethos with dimples KKGEKDJS it ain't that much but it is fun, I guess HC on physical appearance is not my domain)
But it is thanks to Genshin, a game about exploring a whole world with diversity lore in each region, and what representation Hoyoverse used for making their game that I started to be into it. So yes, there is a lot of problem in genshin, making some rep worst. But without this, I wouldn't be able to learn more about SWANA culture with a thread I read on Dehya Nilou Tighnari Faruzan, Japan with Wanderer, Chinese with Yun Jin or recently on Hawai'i with Mualani and even on France United Kingdom with Emilie (i think I also read a thread about GaMing too...?). And what a surprise, I am close to France and UK but I never knew about Emilie's inspiration. Not only on character but also lore, and how some desert name in genshin is also part of culture (I don't remember where I read it tho !! Gosh i wish to reread it again).
I love genshin for its diversity whatever on region or lore but even on gameplay it offers us in our adventure. But I also agree on those who complain about character design ! Not only about representation, but about storytelling in character design (for example, you can't guess Xilonen is someone who forges ; her nails, accessories and hair would be on her way). And it happens that I receive some hate message (on tumblr and twitter. Mostly twitter) saying "this game is not for you, just leave" with some insults that I prefer to not share lol
I agree and also disagree. What do you mean this game is NOT for me ?? Searching our lost sibling, tragic lore, wholesome encounter, satisfying gameplay, vivid color landscape, with great characters, ALBEDO ??? Not for me ?! 🤨 My love for genshin is immense. But, I agree on the fact that.. yes. Indeed, I am not the target for genshin character design. I played a lot of gacha game, and it is mostly based on collectioning waifu with big boobs and big ass (you were a great game, Epic Seven...). When I look at hater's account on twitter, there is a pattern : throwaway account, account full of problematic opinion, or full of porn 2d woman with the basic hourglasses morphology big boobs big butt even on characters who are flat. It is undeniable that most of genshin characters are sexualised, and this, for sell them better. And, making them white is one of criteria to sell them better to those type of client 🙂↕️
I study sociology (i am a newbie tho, nothing deep) and I can extend this light analyse on what I learn : the success of Genshin, why there is such a contrast between Genshin players and their different profiles, the benefits Hoyoverse do and how difficult it is to satisfy all players (and so sacrifices are made, like characters design). It is all supposition tho BGKEJGJS but maybe if I do my last year of sociology and still into genshin, why not making my essay on it bahahaha
BACK TO THE TOPIC !!! (SORRY I HAD A LOT TO SAY) don't worry, since this anon hate, I tend to block everyone who try to argue or insult 😭 and just mostly shock how people are openly racist when they are behind a screen WOW lucky me I am not affected by those words ☠️ and all of this just because I draw Kinich black skin or Xilonen with a bit more textured hair...? That's so crazy ! Anywaaaay diversity is great and it works also on creativity too !! World is boring if everything looks the same, and it is also the same in Genshin ! Imagine in 4 years, genshin only released mondstadt 1, mondstadt 2, mondstadt 3.... I believe the game would be dead sooner if it was the case bahaha
And thank you again for all your compliments about my art anon !! I love drawing so much, and it is my source of fun and happinness <3 There is in some drawings I thought "wow !!! I improve !!" And i am so happy when people notice it too! 😭🙏
Don't worry abt your english, mine isn't the best neither BAHTVZJHGJZGAA
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hiiii first of all, i really loveeeeee how you write donna and reader's relationship dynamic in your fics. i'm honestly hooked. if you don't mind, can you write g!p donna having a corruption kink and wanting to be reader's first time? :) it doesn't have to have a dark theme or anything of that sort, just donna getting turned on bcs of how young and innocent her maid is and wanting to defile her. you can fill out the rest.
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Innocence
Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, Maid! Reader
Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, Donna's POV, Donna being Donna
Word count: 7,883
Summary: I just wanna know if she is as innocent as she seems to be...
N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))
“Did I ask for a maid? Why did you come?” I asked through Angie.
“Oh, well, I don’t know, really, I just…” she said, hesitating, avoiding looking at my face. I couldn’t blame her.
When my eternal solitude was interrupted by the presence of a young girl, I must confess that I thought about getting rid of her. No one had come to my property in years. I thought I had made it clear that I don’t want to be disturbed.
“I just…” I insisted, not wasting time with the puppet. I found her presence annoying, but for some reason, I had no qualms about speaking with my own voice. Her gaze shifted even further and her hands moved nervously in her lap.
I will never tire of seeing a frightened person tremble. You could say I was beginning to enjoy it. The girl drank from the glass of water I offered her, surely searching for the right answer to my abstract question. It was impossible for her to know if I needed a nosy girl to be my maid. Nobody knew me and I preferred it that way.
Hearing me speak threw her off, but, taking a breath, she did one of the things that led me to accept her in my house, a smile, a sincere, innocent one, lighting up her face, bright eyes devoid of malice, with that light a so young girl still retained. There weren't many like her in the village, there weren't smiles like that one anywhere.
“To be honest, I was thinking of going to the castle and asking for a job there, but I don't know, at the last moment, I decided to try with you.”
“Why?” I asked abruptly. Of course, of course, a girl like her had her place in my sister's clutches. That status made that visit much more interesting. Why me and not Alcina?
“Well, I... I couldn't explain it,” she said in a lower tone, shifting nervously in her chair.
“Try,” I said softly, trying to remain calm under her nervous gaze.
“I prefer calm,” she whispered, her voice cracking with nerves, but with sincere eyes.
I laughed involuntarily, shaking my head. Calm? Please…
“What makes you think I'm calmer than my sister?” I asked, with an unexpectedly amused tone, noticing how the nerves were beginning to rise through my body as well.
“Intuition,” she said, shrugging her shoulders, with a calm face, which no longer showed that initial nervousness.
I shook my head again.
“You don't know me,” I whispered in a dark voice, much more like me. “Aren't you too young to be a maid?” I asked, with that doubt assailing me since I saw her appear at the door.
“I'm 18 years old,” she said, with a tone that betrayed a certain annoyance at my question.
“You’re still too young,” I affirmed, gesturing to Angie to climb onto my lap, to help me to control my nerves, to control my whish to send her out of my property. I was always an impulsive woman and on that occasion I tried to prevent it.
“Age is not important. Since I was very young I have learned to cook, to do the laundry, to clean...”she said, listing what she believed to be her virtues.
She had been mentioned talking about her beautiful eyes, the beauty of her face.
“You seem very sure of yourself,” I commented, studying her gestures, looking for an answer to the question that each of the unfortunate people who dared to bother me should ask themselves: What am I doing here?
“Not really,” she said in a low voice, in a faint whisper. Well, the conversation seemed to be getting interesting.
“I see,” I murmured, nodding. “I think you are very bold to show up on my property unannounced and demand a job that I did not ask for.”
“Boldness is not among my virtues, my lady,” she said in a frightened tone, with her hands shaking, destabilizing her falsely elegant posture.
“Is it among your flaws then?” I asked in the same soft, but hurried tone.
“It depends on what you consider a flaw,” she murmured, lowering her head and looking away.
“Maybe flaw isn't the right word,” I said, getting up from my chair, taking advantage of that moment of weakness to rise above her as what I am, a Lord, a dangerous one. “But it could be a very obvious lack of judgment on your part.”
“Well, I'm still alive,” she said, with that desperate tone of those who beg in church for the end of their misery. It seemed like that, a plea, but I couldn't help but read a certain challenge in her words.
“Yet,” I whispered, clasping my hands in front of my body, wanting to intimidate her. I couldn't tell if I succeeded or not.
“Are my options to die or work for you?” she asked, following me with her gaze, with those bright eyes... And beautiful...
“Which one do you prefer?” I asked in a mocking tone, starting to get tired of that conversation.
“I don’t consider myself reckless, my lady,” she said, clearing her throat.
Oh, yes, you were.
She could have caught me at a bad time, she could have ceased to exist if I weren’t so…
“What is reckless to you? Dying or serving me?” I asked scathingly, intensifying my attack on her fragile subconscious. A girl as young as her should be running out of my house. She didn’t.
“I guess I won’t know if you don’t hire me,” she replied just as scathingly. Well, that was news.
Most villagers were stupid, living only to pray, work, and reproduce. Their minds were weak, easily controlled. This girl seemed different. Surely that was what caught my attention. Yes, that was surely it.
“Well, let's get this over with,” I said tiredly, bringing my visibly trembling hand to the cloth that always covered my ugly face, letting her see it as a last concession to that strange girl. She would run away, and she would die. “What do you think now? Do you still want to work for me?”
“Yes, my lady,” she said with a low voice, not showing any sign of disturbance, looking me straight in the face.
Nothing, not a tremor, not an involuntary spasm, not a grimace of disgust, nothing.
I was petrified by the sincerity that my words conveyed. No, I didn't need a maid but... Well, it wouldn't hurt to have someone hanging around the house, cleaning it... Someone who, for once, wasn't afraid of me.
“You'll stay in the guest room, upstairs,” I murmured, ashamed of my failure, of not being able to scare that innocent young girl. She smiled, nodding triumphantly. Either she was the stupidest girl in the village, or she was the best actress. Neither my face nor my threats seemed to have any effect on her.
“Thank you, my lady, you won’t regret it, my lady,” she said enthusiastically, making an elegant curtsey and finally disappearing from my sight.
I sighed, clutching my black veil in my hands, soaking it with the nervous sweat emanating from them. I looked at Angie, and she looked back at me, tilting her head like a poor puppy.
“What?” I asked the doll, who seemed to question me about something.
“You like her,” the doll hummed. I shook my head, with a nervous smile.
“Don’t talk nonsense,” I murmured, sighing after that strange conversation.
“You forget that I can read your mind,” the doll continued to insist and I will go with a fiery eye. Angie just laughed.
“She's a child,” I said, sitting back in my chair, denying to myself what that shameless part of my conscience was making me see.
It could be an illusion, the feeling that time had passed in just a blink of an eye, but little by little, I got used to this new life, one in which solitude was increasingly difficult to find.
Everywhere I went, there was (Y/N), doing whatever, with that smile that lit up when she saw me pass by. I ignored her for a while, thus showing my defeat in that dialectical battle that she won. It may not have been true, that her words were not stronger than mine. Maybe her beauty was the true winner of that dark afternoon.
I tried to continue with my boring life despite the presence of those bright eyes, those kind, helpful words, that elegant way of serving me and not lowering her gaze. She was a girl who only wanted to raise her two little brothers. It seemed like too much kindness for a place like this.
My words were scarce, but my thoughts were not. Every gesture, every word, every song she hummed while doing her chores was like a soothing balm for me.
Without wanting to, I found myself looking for her, knowing where she was at every moment, and pretending that I had to go there for some reason. Pride and silence were the two words that accompanied me, a fleeting glance that coincided with yours, that was our only contact.
But rather than admit my weakness for that girl, I preferred to remain calm, to stop chasing her in my thoughts, in my dreams. An obsession that I didn’t want suddenly appeared when, one afternoon, I was able to contemplate why she caught my attention.
“Oh, Lady Beneviento, would you like me to make you some tea?” she asked when I came up from my workshop. Embarrassed for not having been able to concentrate on my dolls, I walked past her, shaking my head, pretending to look for a book with which to stop my stupid thoughts, thoughts about her.
“No,” I answered dryly. She nodded and returned to her constant battle against the dust of the mansion.
A sigh escaped her lips, as if she was also fed up with that absurd wall I put between us. It was protection, not fear, I couldn't be afraid of a stupid mortal like her.
If only you hadn't done that...
Overwhelmed by the heat caused by fighting the dust I myself had accumulated due to my laziness for years, (Y/N) made an unexpected movement, one that caught my attention, forcing my gaze to rise from that boring book.
Silky, shiny hair fell down her shoulders. Her delicate hands combed it. I had never seen, or read anything similar, such a shiny mane, hands that seemed so fragile... At that moment I realized that Angie was right, but I refused to think that I had hired her for that reason.
Seeing that silky mane, I began to feel worse, to notice each and every one of her features. Eyes, nose, mouth, lips. Everything seemed fragile, and untouchable. Her pale skin always stood out through the sleeves of her dress. Not a defect, not a scar, not a mark.
It was as if someone had taken that little doll out of its packaging, as if it had never left that protective box.
At what point did I start comparing her to my dolls? No, not even they were so perfect, so devoid of defects, devoid of the marks that life leaves on them.
The non-existent relationship between us began to fade at the same time as my common sense did. I couldn't deny that I thought about her all the time, with or without light. I couldn't avoid talking to her so that voice, also soft, also lacking the vulgarity of the other villagers, would reach my ears.
She was like a captive specimen, one worthy of study, a bright light that refused to penetrate the darkness of her world, or my world. Finally, I ended up surrendering to the truth of my feelings. I liked (Y/N) and I saw no reason to continue denying it, but I did see a reason to slowly get closer to her.
“Where are you going, Donna?” Angie asked me, walking down the halls next to me. I rolled my eyes at the unbearable harassment of my doll, of myself.
I had already admitted it. I admitted I liked her. I didn't have to be harassed all the time by that deranged part of my mind.
“To the kitchen,” I murmured, walking faster to lose sight of the puppet.
“Oh, to see our friend, huh?” the doll mocked, making me turn slowly, pressing my lips together.
I didn't answer, I simply continued on my way, the path of the sounds that came from the darkness of the basement.
Once again that melody, once again her soft humming entered my ears to soften my spirit.
“My lady,” (Y/N) said when she saw me enter. Her dress, once again rolled up, let me see on her skin the lack of details, the purity that transmitted the brightness of her paleness.
“(Y/N),” I answered, passing behind her, looking at that shiny hair gathered in a vulgar bun, preventing me from contemplating all its beauty.
“I was making some cakes for dessert,” she explained, with the purity of her hands now covered in flour.
My head then began to wonder what it would be like to sully that innocence with my caresses, a thought that I quickly removed from my mind, shaking my head slightly.
“You haven't put enough yeast,” I said with a frown, distracting my lust with another of my passions, cooking. She looked at me and then at that crumpled mass.
“Oh, maybe,” she said in a casual tone, searching for that object in the kitchen cupboards.
I, smiling at the sight of such erratic behavior, lacking in malice or fear, opened a cupboard, taking out the precious ingredient.
“Wow, it was there…” she said, with a gesture of embarrassment, reaching out her hand to take it, a hand that I pulled back jokingly. Since when did I feel like joking?
“You should focus on your work, you seem a bit distracted,” I said, I still don't know why. She smiled, finally taking the package.
“Yes, I… I'm sorry,” she said in a low voice, as if accepting a reprimand that wasn't such.
“It was a joke,” I said sighing, finding myself with serious difficulties for human relationships, something that shouldn't surprise me.
“Oh,” she sighed, confused, just like me.
“Can I help you?” I asked, wanting to forget that little awkward moment. I will never learn.
“Well, I have everything in control but…” she murmured, looking at that disastrous dough.
“Then I'm leaving,” I said, angrily.
Is this how I would react to her rejection? I was afraid to think about it.
“No, please, I mean, I could use a little help,” she corrected, grabbing my wrist. The heat of her touch penetrated my dress, freezing my breathing. It was a warm, comforting touch.
I nodded, pretending reluctance. She was still my maid, I couldn't think she was my friend or something, if I couldn't do it, how could I get to…? No, basta.
Together, we made the dough for those cakes again. The silence seemed tense, but it was calmed by her smiles. I returned them, without speaking, without saying anything, filling my hands with flour just like her, staining my skin just like her.
“You said you knew how to cook,” I commented amused, seeing the girl's confusion as she continued adding ingredients to the dough.
“I think I've proven it,” she said in that same cheerful tone, arching her eyebrows. I smiled, shaking my head. “But, I was never good at baking.”
“Why do you make cakes then?” I asked, standing behind her, helping her knead. That absurd conversation had made me forget where I was, how close I was to her fruity perfume, how much I could focus on her body, touch it...
“For you, my lady, Angie told me you liked them,” she murmured, nervous for some reason, maybe because of my uncomfortable proximity, maybe because of the fear of being fired for not meeting my expectations. What nonsense.
“Angie says a lot of things, huh?” I said, lowering my tone, speaking unintentionally too close to her ear, taking her hands, those soft hands that I had not had the pleasure of caressing, but that I had imagined every night.
A shy laugh escaped from her lips, letting herself be carried away by my touch, by my hands on hers. She sighed uneasily but relaxed at the same time. Maybe my sudden closeness made her uncomfortable. Maybe that blush on her cheeks had nothing to do with me.
“You see? Try to make gentle movements…” I sighed with the indelible smile that her presence conveyed to me, that closeness, her fruity smell, the untouchable softness of her hands.
I wondered if anyone had been lucky enough to caress that skin before me. A feeling of anger ran through my body at the thought that it could be like that.
“You have to let it rest,” I whispered again, with a soft tone, perhaps too soft. I wouldn't have been surprised if she had suddenly pulled away from my hold.
I was never careful with what I did. I never knew how to be careful. I just wanted not to scare her, to make her want to stay a little longer, just a little longer.
“Okay,” she said, letting the air out of her lungs, but without moving from that position, without letting my hands move away from hers. “Di, dinner is almost ready.”
“Good,” I said, doing what she didn't dare to do, moving away from her captivating presence, slowly leaving the kitchen, imagining over and over how many hands had done what I had, how many stupid people had come to walk that soft path of her skin
Doubt plagued me, jealousy began to cloud my mind, the judgment I had left. I was always possessive, firm in keeping what I considered mine. But, in the case that (Y/N) was mine, an unlikely case, how could I claim my property for a path that others had walked? I couldn't do it.
I'd have to get to know her better.
“Are you expecting visitors, my lady?” the young woman asked, coming up from the basement with dinner, looking curiously at the table I had set, a table with two glasses, two plates, four pieces of cutlery.
It wasn't a declaration of intent, but rather a sign of gratitude for not abandoning me, for not running away that day. Or so I wanted it to seem.
“No, (Y/N)” I said in my dry voice, one that reaffirmed the non-existent power I had over her. With a movement of my arm, I indicated for her to sit down. She looked at me strangely, surely with many questions and no clear answers.
“My lady, I...” she stammered, leaving dinner on the table, clueless, confused by that offer. Please, it wasn't so difficult to know what I intended, at least what I wanted to intend.
“You can have dinner in your room if you prefer,” I said in a tone that betrayed a certain fury, a certain fear of that rejection, one that you wouldn't even know you were doing.
“Do you want me to have dinner with you?” she asked even more confused, with that shy smile relaxing me, letting me know that it didn't seem like a bad idea to her.
“Yes,” I answered looking at her quickly, lighting a candle in the center of the table, keeping my true intentions far away.
“Fine,” she said, nodding, with the smile of unconsciousness complementing her beauty. “Thank you, my lady.”
“Donna,” I said, sitting down once her body was in front of mine, which was accommodated in that strange situation for her.
“Donna,” she repeated, confused by that informal way I wanted her to treat me. I didn't want to be her boss. I didn't want her to be my maid. If using my name was the closest thing to having her close, so be it.
“Come on, you're not working anymore, I don't need you to treat me like that,” I said amused, with a look that was perhaps too shameless, pouring some wine into her glass, which she looked at with distrust.
The dinner went by calmly, silently. I didn't say anything. I didn't dare to ask all those questions that clouded my mind, to take off the weight of thinking who could have been lucky enough to kiss her skin, to have those lips close, to walk the virgin path of her body, if it was that way.
“I thought you would ask me to go out tonight,” I commented, breaking the silence, increasingly uncomfortable. “Today is the harvest festival.”
“Oh, yes, well...” she murmured, lowering her gaze, as if something I had said had offended her. I couldn't believe I was that clumsy. “I don't feel like it very much.”
“Don’t you? Why is that?” I asked, controlling the abruptness of my voice. I was still not exactly charismatic. She simply smiled, sipping some of the wine I poured her.
A dark part of my mind wondered what would happen if she drank a bit more. I released those thoughts as soon as her posture relaxed, ready to talk.
“I don’t really like hanging out with my friends,” she said in a dry, somewhat sad tone. I frowned in curiosity. Maybe I could answer that question I had been asking myself, fantasizing about it for a while.
“Why?” I asked again, with the patience that betrayed my dark intentions. I just hoped that (Y/N) was as innocent as she seemed.
“Well, I… Well, guys are…” she commented, hesitating whether to bring up that topic, that topic I was so hoping for. “Annoying, you know.”
“No, I don’t know,” I said, pretending ignorance, pretending I didn’t know what she wanted to tell me.
“They’re always… Thinking about the same thing,” she said amused, blushing from the wine, or from embarrassment, I didn’t know. “Waiting for any opportunity to… Well, to…”
“Don't you have a boyfriend?” I asked, regretting it instantly. That dark part of my disturbed mind was starting to lose control and I, I allowed it.
“What? No,” she said, blinking in confusion, smiling uncomfortably.
I was making her uncomfortable and I… I didn't feel guilty, my gaze darkened.
“Do my questions make you uncomfortable?” I asked with a dark voice, studying her gestures, looking for the lie in that innocent smile.
“No, my la… Donna,” she said, not quite sure of her answer, looking down at her empty plate. The poor thing must have been thinking about the best way to escape. “I just haven't found the right person.”
Right for what?
“I'm convinced there's a huge line of guys waiting for you to choose them, you're beautiful,” I said whispering, pretending to be an accomplice, a friend, one who wanted to help her. I wasn't. I was her shadow, her worst enemy at that moment, she just didn't know it.
“Thank you,” she murmured, confirming that her blush wasn't due to the alcohol.
Interesting
“But I'm not interested in... Boys,” she said in a sigh, her hands shaking with fear, perhaps frightened by what that implied.
“I'm not surprised, you're an intelligent girl,” I said, amused, smiling sinisterly behind my glass of wine. The smile on my face must have given her some clue of my clumsy attempt to court her, but I was still clumsy.
“I don't think so, I just don't want to waste my life next to a brainless idiot, like almost everyone in the village do,” she explained, more relaxed, more uninhibited. She seemed more and more comfortable in my presence, but it was probably just my imagination.
“You're nervous,” I said, glancing at her trembling hand, one that contradicted the feeling of closeness expressed by her smile. “Do I make you nervous?”
She shook her head, her eyes moving away from mine, avoiding my gaze.
“No, I'm just embarrassed to talk about these things,” she said, taking a breath, grabbing her hand so it would stop shaking. “Everyone in the village thinks I'm stupid for... Well, for waiting for true love.”
“Waiting?” I asked curiously, surprised by that delicacy, by that childish thought of finding a love like the one in books. I confess that I also dreamed about that once. Maybe we had things in common.
“Yes, well, it's silly. I just want to be in love,” she said with a melancholic tone, with a fleeting look that quickly went back down to the table.
“I'm sure you'll feel that way someday,” I said, downplaying it, wanting to see that innocent smile again, but wondering why she avoided my gaze so much, why her hands kept shaking.
“Maybe I’m feeling that way right now,” she murmured, making me frown. I barely understood her, or I didn't want to-
“What did you say?” my abruptness scared her again. I saw how she bit her lip. I saw how her body moved unconsciously in the chair.
“I, I should go to sleep...” she stammered nervously, getting up from the chair, something that my instincts prevented making me got up quickly, grabbing her shoulder.
“Are you in love?” I asked, gaining shameless courage, approaching her ear. She trembled, her skin burning with shame, that skin I knew had not been defiled by unknown hands, only by mine.
“I don’t know,” she said with a broken voice, letting me get a little closer, my fingers running over her skin, tickling her.
I smiled, sensing a small victory, the successful approach I had towards her body. She smiled at me and moved away, it seemed like she was going to say something, but no words came out of her mouth, not a sound, only her steps walking towards the stairs expressed her nervousness for an unknown reason, which I wanted to know.
That night I couldn’t sleep. My head was spinning about my discoveries. To think that this young, beautiful, good girl had feelings for me was crazy, I couldn’t accept it, despite the obsession I felt for her.
But there was something, a revelation camouflaged in her words, in her gestures, one that made me sigh, that made my body tense. No, she had not been corrupted by the pleasures of the flesh. She was a doll that still remained in the window, waiting for someone to take her. Could I be that someone? Just thinking about it drove me crazy.
The days continued passing, and my approaches caused a small shock in the young woman. Always nervous, always trembling when my words reached her ear, when my hands went down her waist in a loving way, in an innocent way, innocent like her.
But not even her receptivity to my impudence could make me take the desired step, that my thoughts would stop being thoughts, and become reality. Maybe she thought I was stalking her, that I was playing with her.
But, if that were the case, wouldn't she have fled already? I didn't stop her, I didn't want to. If her mind was thinking about me, I couldn't stop it, manipulate it. Maybe I was making things too complicated.
One morning, like any other, I was working on my dolls, isolated from the world and from her, distracted by the smell of fresh paint, by the clothes on that porcelain so impure compared to her skin.
Imagining, daydreaming was always one of my favorite hobbies. When I met (Y/N) I couldn't help but do it more often. I imagined her smile, her hands, her hair dancing to the sound of soft music while my hands rested on her hips, on her skin, while exploring every hum of her purity.
None of that was enough when I finally knew what her touch felt like, how soft her glowing skin really was, her small, thin body, her tender gaze, the youth and innocence that her smile expressed.
But there was something else, something that prevented me from concentrating that morning. That visible innocence was also a real one. Her childish longing for true love had pushed her into solitude, into voluntary abstinence. I don't know why I wanted to know. Now I couldn't get it out of my head.
What would it be like to be the first to navigate her waters? To corrupt, to love, none of that could get out of my head. To take something pure, something innocent, and deform it in my hands, deform it to make her mine, so there would be no one else where no one had been. It was too exciting for someone like me.
“Cazzo…” I cursed, dropping the brush, which trembled in my hand.
Those impure visions of her body being defiled by me were too unbearable. I couldn't concentrate, my mind wandered through her legs, her skin, her hair. I imagined holding that shiny mane while I finished off her innocence, while the moans took away her kind words and her dreams of remaining intact before knowing true love.
It wasn't the first time my body reacted to the stimuli of my mind, but that day maybe it was too much. I saved those moments for the nights, for when the light didn't illuminate my lust. Thinking about her, day after day, hour after hour, had made me become a sinful being, a being who wanted to take the light of her innocence with her, hoping to illuminate my own darkness.
I looked to one side, to the other. There was no one, no one who could interrupt the desires of my body. It was not the time, it was not the place, but it was her. Like an unbearable desire, one that asked again and again to be fulfilled, my own body surrendered to those images that my mind formed.
Wanting to end those thoughts, I thought it would be a good idea to give free rein to my needs, to focus my attention on my favorite doll and not on that impure porcelain. Slowly, I caressed my erection over the dress. A shiver ran through my body as I did so.
It was not my hand, it was hers, it was those soft hands covered in flour that touched my body, it was that vision of innocence broken by my caresses, that mark of power and position that meant being the first.
Not wanting to make me wait, I put my hand inside my dress, releasing the pressure between my legs, imagining her in a thousand and one ways, looking at her face of pleasure where it wasn't, imagining her moans even though I'd never heard them.
I didn't want to rush, but I didn't want to wait either. Just thinking that my hands could be hers made me almost force myself to moan while I discreetly masturbated. Nothing, neither her youth nor her kindness made me stop. I wanted to continue, I wanted to imagine what it would be like to make love to a girl like her, a girl without bad thoughts, feeling only the pleasure the image of true love formed in her mind.
I murmured her name several times. I pretended with my soft movements a desired intrusion, a conquest of a virgin territory, planting my flag on her summit, taking her to the top, making her not want anyone else to do it.
The end was near, I could feel it. My movements stopped being soft, my hand moved quickly and my body was agonizing to be released. The sound of the workshop door startled me, bringing me back to my dolls, away from the image of her naked and desecrated body, desecrated by me…
“Donna? Can I come in?” It wasn't my imagination, it wasn't my murky thoughts.
It was her voice echoing off the basement walls. Sweating, I wiped my forehead and put my shame back in its place, not knowing if I wanted to scream, or smile when I knew it was her.
“Of, of course,” I said trembling, closing my eye so my excitement would relax, so my lust wouldn't corrupt her voice.
She entered slowly, carrying a plate in her hands, with a triumphant smile, approaching me.
No, don't get so close, I'll end up losing control…
“Look, the cakes are ready,” she said gracefully, coming closer irremediably, showing me a plate full of those steaming sweets. I looked at her and smiled nervously, something she noticed right away, relaxing her expression. “Are you okay? You’re sweating…”
Her brow furrowed as she noticed my agitated expression and she ran a soft hand over my forehead, checking my temperature. I hoped I wouldn’t give myself away.
“You’re really hot,” she commented. “Are you feeling sick? Are you having a crisis?”
My breathing sighed unpleasantly. I wish she hadn’t had to deal with my psychoses, I wish she hadn’t had to. After all, I’m not okay in the head, and I’m ashamed that she knows it.
“I’m, I’m okay,” I said nervously, moving her hand away from my face, something I didn’t think through. Her touch was still soothing, comforting. “They smell good,” I said, faking a smile, reaching out to grab one of those steaming cakes.
Maybe that way I’d stop thinking about biting you.
“Wait, wait, they just came out of the oven,” she said, stopping my hand with a soft blow, making me step back with a somewhat dark look, one I couldn't avoid when someone dared to contradict me. “Let me do it.”
With those soft, pure hands, (Y/N) took one of the pastries, blowing on it with those addictive lips, before bringing her hand closer to me so I could take a bite. I don't think I even knew where I wanted to take a bite, and it was better that way.
My mouth was filled with the sweetness of the cream, which, accompanied by her bright and expectant eyes, formed a mess in my head, bringing back those images that I shamefully pushed aside when she appeared to bother me in my lust.
The sweet taste, just as I thought her lips were, the soft touch of butter, how I imagined her bare skin would feel to my touch. That whole innocent moment turned into something unbearable, erotic.
“How is it? Is it good?” she asked, fidgeting nervously, waiting for my answer, which was taking too long to arrive.
I, tired of imagining, tired of not knowing how to read her mind, of not being able to cross that ocean that separated me from her feelings, stood up, savoring that sweet cream, imagining things I don’t regret.
Under her confused gaze, I acted, taking the plate of cakes from her, leaving it on the table where I pretended to work on my dolls. My mischievous hands traveled to her face, trapping it between them, not letting it escape.
I pulled slowly, but agitatedly, with my breathing rising and falling in my chest. I didn’t think about it, I did not even stop to look at her face. I simply let myself go, crashing my lips against hers, savoring that sweetness that I so longed for.
(Y/N) remained motionless, my mouth devouring hers, but she did nothing. Maybe I had gone completely crazy, but I didn't want to stop anymore. Her lips were the best of ambrosias, especially knowing that mine were the first.
“It's delicious,” I whispered in her ear, running my hand through her hair, releasing that ridiculous bun, the one that hid the beauty of her shiny hair. Her gaze dropped to my lips, her mouth half open thinking what to say to my unbridled attitude.
She looked at me for a moment, before closing those bright eyes and throwing herself at my lips, surprising me, making me sway on the spot.
What did that kiss mean? I didn't know, nor did I want to know. I just wanted to continue, to continue enjoying that fruity sweetness.
“Donna, I...” she murmured, moving away from my hungry lips, from my desire caressing her skin. She seemed hesitant, but she made no effort to move away.
“Stai zitto,” I said, abruptly, with that dark voice that said there was nothing that could stop me, not when I was so close to defiling the paradise that was your body.
“Please, I just, I just want to know if…” she insisted, putting both hands on my chest so my kisses would leave her alone, something that made me groan. She had to be mine. I had to be the first.
“You want this, don't you?” I asked with false confidence, seeing in her beautiful eyes a veiled approval. She lowered her gaze, relaxing her hands on my chest, slowly lowering them, investigating the unknown corners of her innocence.
“I just want to know if you love me as much as I do, if I can give myself my heart without you breaking it after… Breaking me,” she murmured, with a tear running down her face. I picked it up, removed that symbol of sadness from her perfect, pure face, one that would stop being so as soon as her stupid doubts allowed me to.
“I don't intend to break you,” I said, caressing her cheek, lifting her chin so her eyes looked at me, so my chest could feel that pang of pleasure looking at her gaze. “I just want to make you mine.”
“Are you doing it because you want to? Do you love me too? I need to know, Donna, please,” she insisted, pushing my hand away.
Love, I hadn't stopped to think about that. My obsession and my lust had been stronger, hiding deep in my soul that innocent, noble feeling, that feeling of love, of being in love. There would only be one way to know it, breaking that innocence that, against all odds, I was in love with.
“I do it because I want to, and because I love you,” I said, sure of my feelings.
Confused feelings, ones I hadn't thought about. Her smile returned to her perfect face, her hands wandered around my waist. My kisses clouded her doubts again. The hungry gasps of my desire silenced her possible protests. A girl like (Y/N), innocent, pure, was being seduced by the face of evil, by a monster like me, pretending to take what was so precious to her. No declarations of love, no nice words. None of that was enough reason for my body to stop asking me to take hers.
With a sudden movement, I took her in my arms, moving all those impure dolls out of the way from the table. Now she was my doll, one that would no longer be prettier than porcelain, one that would no longer be a new doll, she would be my doll, only mine.
“Please, be gentle,” she asked when my hands went up the path of her virgin legs, along those paths that I walked, those places where no one had ever been.
A part of me took pity on her trembling body, forcing me to nod with a sigh. I said nothing else, she said nothing else.
My lips, my tongue, dominated her skin, marking her in an incessant, dominant way. She was mine, she always would be. I would be the first and the last to desecrate the perfect shine of her skin, of her lips.
My hands were thinking otherwise, reaching that silent goal that I imagined every night, that wetness that I never thought I would feel in someone as pure as her. She was mine. She would be mine. That wetness my fingers felt only made me close my eye, moaning for the most intense feeling in life, anticipation.
Now I feel that I could have done more, that I could have loved that girl as she deserved and not as an object to break, to paint with the brush of my lust. At that moment I didn't think about it. There was only one thing I wanted, and that was her, it was her body.
After caressing her wetness, moving my fingers around her clit, I decided that playtime was over, that it had to be done before something stopped her from continuing. But there was still an obstacle to avoid, something that she might not imagine, despite having lived with me for so long.
The pressure on my underwear was released by my hand, thus displaying my shameful desire for that purity between her legs, a wet, reddish, hot purity. She moaned, just as I imagined she did, shyly. I wondered if she had ever touched herself. That made me more nervous, studying those mischievous eyes that went down between my legs.
“You're not surprised,” I murmured, confused for not seeing an ounce of fear or disgust in her features. My fingers continued to work on her folds while my other hand massaged my trembling erection, upset for not having been able to free itself as it would have wanted. Nonsense, that was much better, the moment that was about to come, was much better.
(Y/N) shook her head, an expression of terror forming in her eyes.
“It is going to hurt?” she asked, watching my hand playing with my body, calming that anxiety to break that purity.
I didn't know what to say. I figured there was no need to lie. Even if the truth made her want to run away, I wasn't going to allow it, not when I was that close.
“Maybe,” I answered passively, moving a little closer, making my body match hers, my shaft impregnated with her wetness.
I could see a confused expression on her face, eyes closed, squeezed to resist any temptation to leave. My conscience attacked me again, just when the tip was already bordering her entrance. I sighed, bringing my hand to her cheek, forcing her eyes to look at me.
“If you really want it, you'll have to hold on,” I said, perhaps being the opposite of what I wanted to be for her. I didn't want to be a predator, an evil woman. I wasn't forcing her, she loved me.
“It's okay... Just, just hold my hand,” she murmured, playing with my now free hand, looking at me with fear, but also with desire. I couldn't help but smile when I could see that lust in her eyes, that lust she felt for the first time, with me.
Gentleness was not something I could use on that occasion. I didn't want to cause her pain, I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it. Corrupting her purity wasn't easy, but it was something I wanted.
As my erection began to sink into her depths, I could feel her hiss of pain, the movements of her body wanting to escape the intruder. I did as she asked, hold her, comfort her while my mind felt an unimaginable relief. It had been me. I took her innocence, something I would never get back.
“Does it hurt, tesoro?” I asked, slowly adjusting myself, repressing the moans I felt as I felt her walls stretch when I entered her completely. (Y/N) nodded, squeezing her eyes shut, relieved by my soft caresses.
The sensation drove me crazy, it was much better than anything I had experienced before. That tightness, that shy and embarrassing wetness, that intense embrace with which my erection felt hugged, pressed…
There was nothing better, there could be nothing better. Once, I could only experience that tight embrace once. I did not deny myself the pleasure, I stopped caring about her pain, one that would soon disappear, that was already doing so, something I could see from her increasingly relaxed expressions.
“I'm going to move, okay?” I said, not as a question, but as a threat, a statement that would be fulfilled, whether her wanted it or not.
She, surprisingly, nodded, letting a moan escape from her lips that was less shy, something that made me smile, something that made the pleasure I already felt intensify.
My hips moved slowly, sliding inside her body, conquering that lonely place, that place that no one had reached. I was the one doing it, I was the one moaning when I was inside her body, when I felt her innocent walls stop being innocent, holding me tightly and preventing me from moving as fast as I wanted.
“Donna,” she moaned, letting my hand go, a hand she had previously held tightly. I continued with my movements, covering her virgin body with lust, enjoying the sensations that being inside of her caused me. “I, I feel… It feels… Good…”
Those words only served to embolden my hips, to make my moans more intense. I closed my eye, the only way to not get carried away too much. I was defiling her, I wanted to enjoy it, not let the rush take away the pleasure in the same way that I took away her innocence.
I couldn't be completely sure, but her movements also accompanied mine, as if a part of her, long hidden, had come out at that moment, had covered her sweet thoughts with a dark, wet, sticky lust.
A gasp left her lips, her whole body tensed, succumbing to my movements, to my gentle, but firm thrusts, to the caresses of my hands on her body. I noticed it, I noticed how her walls danced with my shaft, how they gripped it mercilessly, preventing me from moving, leaving me a moment to enjoy her first orgasm, the one I caused, and that only I would cause.
I moved, giving myself a moment to enjoy her first orgasm, the one I caused, and that only I would cause.
With her relaxed body and her gaze begging for more, I stopped being so subtle, I let my body, the dark side of my head to take control. The gasps replaced the soft moans. The sound of her wetness being defiling reached my ears like a signal, like the soft melody that announces an apotheotic end.
With one last thrust, at last, I released myself, I did it inside of you, without asking you, I didn't want to hear a protest, a complaint, I wanted it to be like that, to remain inside of her. I wanted my wetness would slide down your legs, I wanted that feeling of making you mine to be so intense, to be indelible for your body.
“Donna,” (Y/N) said when my breathing relaxed, when I stopped looking at my seed slipping out of her body. I couldn't say how long I was contemplating the masterpiece of my desire, what I caused in her innocence.
“Mm,” I murmured, smiling tenderly, grateful for this opportunity she had offered me. “Do you regret this?” I asked a nervously, not knowing how to interpret her look.
She shook her head and I sighed in relief. I didn't want to be a monster. I just wanted your innocence, your soul, your heart.
“No, I…” she stammered, crawling out of my now soft shaft with an obscene sound. “I love you.”
“I love you,” I answered, unsure of what those words meant to her.
“You are my true love.”
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What are some of your purly headcanons?? I just got supper obsessed with them lol
Yesss we love purly in this household here we go:
• they’ve been friends since they were pretty little just because they’re the same age, both greasers, etc. Even if they weren’t always super close, they kinda had each other’s backs like if Curly saw someone messing w Pony he’d give him a “fuck off or see what happens” kind of look or if Curly’s getting into some trouble Pony would try to distract him because school is no fun if Curly is suspended
• as they get older though, they become more friends, like proper friends who hang out and get up to stupid shit. Darry and Soda don’t love that Curly is who Pony chooses to hang out with, but at the end of the day, they’ve all done stupid shit too, and as long as Pony doesn’t get arrested or break his curfew, there’s not much they can really say
• how they got together was a very slow, unofficial progression. One day Curly asks if they should practice kissing on each other so they can be ready and Pony’s like yeah that sounds smart. So they’re each other’s first kisses and they continue to practice on each other so they can get better and better 😭
• one day Pony’s like “so have you kissed anyone else yet” and Curly’s like “nah you?” “Me neither” and it’s quiet for a few minutes before Pony goes “I like when we do tho” and Curly’s just like “yeah same” so they just keep doing it then
• I feel like they don’t really call each other boyfriends, but everyone that’s important to them knows they’re together. If we’re being realistic, they wouldn’t be able to act like more than friends in public so that plays a big role in it, but they don’t really mind because they’re not pda people at all and if they know they’re together, that’s what matters
• Curly uses anything but Pony’s real name. Baby Curtis and Ponybabe are probably the most frequently used
• when they’re not in public, they’re not super like affectionate, more just handsy. Always arms around the waist or on the hips when they’re sitting together or walking somewhere. They don’t hold hands that often but Pony likes linking pinkies. They like to lay in each other’s laps and argue over whose turn it is to do so 😭 Pony likes to do it while they watch tv bc Curly will rub his back or head and he looooves that. Curly likes to wrap his arms around Pony’s waist and bury his face in his stomach and take a nap like that
• making out all the time. Every single one of the gang, Tim, and Angela have walked in on them making out. It’s a canon event in their lives, could not be avoided. Curly and Pony have the audacity to not even be embarrassed they just go somewhere else to continue 😭
• Angela and Pony actually get along super well and whenever Pony is over Curly will yell at her for trying to steal him 💀💀💀 Angela is like bruh I do NOT want him
• then as soon as Pony leaves Angela has to listen to Curly just talk and talk about this kid like she cannot catch a break
• Tim likes Pony because Curly tends to stay out of trouble more now and also he just thinks Pony is a good kid
• overall Purly might not have the most conventional relationship but they love each other and at the end of the day that’s all that matters
#thank you sm for this!#the outsiders#ponyboy curtis#the outsiders headcanons#purly#curly shepard#papercut ship#asks
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