#also if you know what Instagram account I ran… no you don’t.

[dumbseee]

oh shit.

pro hero!bakugo who has a crush on you.

pro hero!bakugo katsuki x idol!reader.

genre: fluff

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- the first time bakugo agreed to do an interview was because todoroki and izuku were also there. the top three heroes were asked all sorts of questions before the journalist finally asked thee question. "so~ you guys are so private, we don’t really know much about you. so let’s get to know our top three heroes! first question, who is your celebrity crush?" she asked, a smirk on her lips as she looked at the three heroes in front of her. izuku blushed, fumbling with his answer, todoroki crossed his arms on his chest, saying that he had no time for that kind of stuff, and bakugo scoffed, crossing his legs on the small table in front of them. "celebrity crush? do you have other shitty questions or are we done?" he glared at the interviewer who nearly melted on the spot. izuku elbowed his friend and offered an awkward smile to the poor woman. "but aren’t you a big fan of y/n? i heard you sing her songs under the shower, one time." shoto chimed in, face blank. "what?! no! what are you saying ice hot?! i’ll fucking crush your face, come here!" bakugo jumped from his seat and had to be restrained by izuku and a few security guards, meanwhile shoto sat there, wondering what he did wrong this time.

- the interview went viral, with everyone making fun of the mighty dynamight and his little crush on you. he nearly sent shoto to the moon after seeing all those edits of you and him on social media or your fans calling him the president of the fandom. your fans are even shipping you together! and he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t like it. he actually made a fake twitter and tiktok account where he’d like and favourite every single edit/tweet about you. he’d be smiling and blushing like a high schooler in the dark of his room.

- he has a locked drawer in his room, where he keeps all your albums and merch. he’d literally set on fire whoever manage to open it and discover his little secret.

- he spent hours in front of his phone, the screen showing your dm page on instagram, he wanted to dm you so bad. make the first move and try to get close to you, but bakugo was a coward, as funny as it sounded, bakugo was very intimidated by you. he ended up throwing his phone away, he’d try again tomorrow.

- one day he got called for an incident involving a woman and someone who tried to break into her house. nothing major so bakugo went alone, imagine his shock when he saw that the victim was you and the man was your stalker who’s been following you and harassing you for months. he immediately saw red and grabbed the man, slammed him to the ground and threatened to shove a bomb down his ass if he moved. "are you okay?" when you saw dynamite arrive from your window, you immediately ran outside, since you felt safe with the hero around. you hugged yourself and nodded, looking down at the shaking man, but bakugo didn’t believe you. soon enough, police arrived to arrest the man and everyone left, leaving you alone with bakugo. "he’ll leave you alone now, i’ll make sure of it." he smiled gently, putting a hand on your shoulder you forced a smile but slowly lost it when you saw him getting ready to leave. you quickly grabbed his hand and looked at him with pleading eyes, the sight made his heart jump. "please, will you stay with me?" how could he say no?

- bakugo couldn’t get rid of the pink color decorating his cheeks. it was the first time he met his celebrity crush and bakugo wished it was different. he wished he came earlier so you wouldn’t even be aware that your stalker was trying to break into your home. you offered him some food and water but he declined everything, you were getting ready for bed when the incident happened so you were exhausted from practice and rehearsal. you also felt bad for keeping him with you when he was clearly busy or tired from patrolling. "i’m so sorry for bothering you, i know he won’t come back, but i’m still terrified." you played with your hand and felt tears burning your eyes. "don’t. you don’t have to be ashamed for feeling scared, but trust me when i say this, this bastard won’t ever come close to you again." he said it in such a low tone, you thought you imagined it. you nodded and hugged him, which surprised him to no end and also made him as red as a tomato. he didn’t know what to do with his hands so he simply put them around your waist, gently patting your back.

- you fell asleep with the light on, bakugo was sitting on the chair next to your bed and kept his eye on you. he stayed with you till the sun woke up. he noticed every detail of your face, the small freckles decorating your beautiful nose, your long and dark lashes, your full and soft lips and overall your beautiful face. you were, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman bakugo had ever seen in his life. while looking at you, he felt a weird sense of possessiveness and protection wash over him. he wanted to protect you and make sure no one would ever hurt you again.

- when you woke up, you saw a small note on your nightstand, "had to leave for work pretty girl, but don’t worry i’ll see you soon. here’s my number: xxx - xxx - xxx" you didn’t know why but you smiled at his note. of course, you immediately registered his number and sent him a lovely text, thanking him again for yesterday and inviting him for dinner some day. you also signed it "your celebrity crush (;" bakugo almost choke on his coffee when he read your text.

[littlelordfuckler0y]

Felix catton x reader Instagram au

yourusername if I can’t Oppenheimer my way out of this sem, I’ll Oppenheimer my way out

yourfriend NO LMFAO not the green apple 😭

yourusername was held hostage at the lab today

yourfriend you mean had to prepare a lab report right there?

yourusername had to perform the experiment three times.

yourfriend I support the green apple

fel1xcatt0n Pub tonight. See you?

yourusername I’ll try to make it but I think lab’s gonna run late…you guys carry on tho :)

-

Sun casted a bright yellow hue from the grass to the glass, making the general weather warmer than usual. Walking alongside her friend y/n was somewhat surprised to see the notification of felix’s comment pop up, voluntarily inviting her to the pub, again. Quite the modern day tragedy it felt like to have to decline it because their labs ran very late. But regardless it was surprising to say at the very least, “We just had drinks with his friends once and he’s inviting us again?” She said as she showed her friend the notification.

“Woah.” Her friend said as they looked at the notification and smiled “well, inviting you but this is-this is cool?”

“You and I are a package deal so inviting me is inviting you.” Y/n said as their friend stared at the comment and the reply, they were analysing the interaction.

“Oh okay yes” they nodded “Also when did he start following you?”

“Okay so we had drinks two days ago right? I think, that night, but it was after I returned to my dorm and I don’t remember exchanging socials.” Y/n said as she went through their interaction from drinks that night.

Her friend tilted their head raising brows, “oh so he looked you up. Plus your account’s open and he still commented? Wow.” They implied in a surprised yet elated tone.

“Wait-what? What do you mean by open account? Almost everyone has open accounts?” Y/n stated confused with a shrug.

“Yeah and anyone can see his comment on YOUR page. So he wasn’t embarrassed to comment now that’s the outlook.”

“Why would he be embarrassed to comment?” Y/n said as she looked at her friend in somewhat the offended tone.

“Are you serious? You have 79 followers.” Her friend said giving her a tight smile to comfort her through their brutal honestly.

“Exactly. Even the serving lady follows me. I get along with everybody.” She stood her ground with an obvious shrug.

“Do you hear yourself? Do you want to repeat that first sentence?” Her friend asked her with a sigh as y/n contemplated that. She needed the serving lady’s follow to reach upto 79 followers as social as it may seem. “Also, don’t forget how we got drinks with him and his friends in the first place.”

“Oh” she said nodding, “We were getting alcohol for lab work on a weekend, wow, yeah I see it now…”

“But. Come on. He commented.” Her friend said pointing her phone screen which still had her comment section open like a textbook.

“Him and his friends most definitely thinks we’re the coolest.” Y/n added regaining her optimism.

“Well…” her friend trailed off not wanting to dampen the enthusiasm “I like how you positive you are.”

“I wish we didn’t have lab today” She whined and rested her head on the lab table.

yourusername ideal study session

fel1xcatt0n can’t believe you never tried the Chinese place around the corner…

yourusername Sorry to break it to you but it is not crime

fel1xcatt0n literally is.

yourfriend ^^it is a crime

-

“So you ditched us to get Chinese last night?” Farleigh asked raising a sharp brow as he’d scroll through his phone and stumbled upon a certain post.

“How’d you know?” Felix asked as he turned in his chair to look at farleigh.

“Y/n has the dumbest social media presence” Farleigh stated as she scrolled through her previous posts “I mean all her posts are some ugly project model and if not that it’s some random cats?”

“Oh yeah it was a last minute plan-to get Chinese whatever…” felix trailed off with a sigh.

“What is this girl doing? She is too pretty to post stupid jokes and labs god” Farleigh complaint as he went through y/n’s posts. “2 likes on each post yeah, you’ve got to give it to her dedication to document everything.” He scoffed.

“Can you stop stalking her?” Felix urged rolling his eyes.

“Oh I’m stalking her?” Farleigh asked tilting her head. “I know you just out of curiosity asked around for the D wing lab timings and you just happened to be there by the end of her lecture yes sure” with not much reply felix just threw a pillow at farleigh which he happened to dodge.

-

Fel1xcatt0n local pen and paper girl in her natural habitat

yourusername LMFAO

yourusername didn’t see you click this one

Fel1xcatt0n ;)

farleigh_start you are not subtle.

Fel1xcatt0n thank you for your input

yourusername at that point in semester when breadboard starts looking like bread

farleigh_start why do stem majors follow diet culture the ugly way ew

yourusername I’m not dieting????

farleigh_start then why does your charcuterie board look so ugly

yourusername never mind…

yourfriend LITERALLY I was thinking the same thing

yourusername “what happened to your group project” well…professor…we got hungry

Fel1xcatt0n this is not funny

yourusername ouch.

Fel1xcatt0n be there in 5

Fel1xcatt0n healthiest thing she’s had in decades…

yourusername thanks MOM

Fel1xcatt0n laugh all you want but you can’t live on sugar donuts and ramen

yourusername try me

farleigh_start …

farleigh_start you have never passed me the table salt

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I really like this and I’d like to do more parts but it feels pretty stupid idk if I’ll do more parts pls let me know what you think <3

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[sadesluvr]

Dirty Little Secret

Even with a roster of sexual partners, Derek Danforth keeps coming back to you.

(Derek Danforth x GN! Reader)

A/N: I conjured this idea basically the moment Wallace started laying into Derek lmfao. You don’t have to have watched The Beekeeper to understand this (It’s chaotic and generic, but I had fun!) - Just know Derek is a coke and vape addicted, multi-millionaire crypto-selling playboy scammer who’s also the son of a president?😭 

The place mentioned in this fic (‘The Warehouse’) is fictional and not featured in the movie!

Word count: 1.3K

Tags: SMUT / Gender Neutral Reader / Drug usage (Cocaine) / WARNING: READER DOES A HIT OF COCAINE / Oral sex, M receiving / Degradation / Dirty talk / Implications of cheating / A little angsty, if you squint / This is just Reader giving Derek a blowjob so Minors DNI

‘Need u. Meet me at The Warehouse’

You needn’t check the message twice to know who it was. 

There was only one person in your life who spoke to you like this; who disappeared on most weekdays, only to show up on weekends between the hours of midnight to 5AM without a care in the world. The man’s name was Derek Danforth, a guy who ‘just happened’ to be the son of now President, Jessica Danforth.

You hadn’t met him through any lavish political gala, nor from a meet-and-greet after an inspiring TED Talk - no, he’d chosen the oh-so classy way to slide into your DM’s on Instagram. You’d come to know that fast and sleazy was Derek’s brand.

At first you’d thought it was a scam, not wanting to believe that a millionaire would even bother to speak to you, but a quick $100 transfer into your linked account had told you otherwise.

‘Think I’m real now?’ He’d messaged back, and it was from there that he’d sent a valet to your place for what was supposed to be a hookup.

He’d fucked you so good that night; the feel of his fingers gripping your ass as he pounded into you from behind still etched into your skin. He’d left marks; from marks sourced from his rabid teeth on your neck, to marks from the metal of his rings that had dug tiny scratches into your flesh.  He hadn’t shut up the entire time, grunting and groaning in your ear about how much of a dirty slut you were, and how good your tight hole felt against his cock. He’d probably said that to all the people he’d fucked.

Still, it got to you, and apparently to him also. What started as an unsuspecting DM turned into full contact, with 3AM calls and erotic FaceTime sessions. Derek was often high off of coke, or drunk, or somewhere in between, all whilst puffing on his vape, huffing the thick white air like a dragon. Fitting, because he was dangerous.

And you’d been pulled into his shiny lair once again.

The Warehouse, or what you liked to aptly dub the ‘Whorehouse’ was an underground club, apparently run by Derek’s dealer. Yes, Derek hadn’t even had the courtesy to take you to one of his many properties to do his business, deciding that a sweaty basement would be best for you.

At least you could somehow remain anonymous.

“Knees, now. I want a blowjob,” Derek said in his usual dismissive tone as he slumped on a red couch before leaning forward and sprinkling a white powder on the table. You rolled your eyes as he snorted it, watching as he ran a hand through his mullet, absorbing the endorphins into his bloodstream.

He looked up at you with furrowed brows. He wasn’t one used to dealing with insolence.

“I don’t have all day.”

“Jeez, a ‘hey’ would be nice,” you grumbled. “I had to work overtime, I barely even got settled at home —“

“So? I don’t fucking care,” he scoffed. “There’s a couch, you can settle here.”

You knew damn well there wasn’t going to be any ‘settling’. And as much as you hated it, you loved it. 

Derek spread his legs expectedly as you dived between them, struggling with his zipper to take out his hard cock. It didn’t matter if he was average sized - he'd more than proved himself to know how to use it. Still, it never got lost on you as to how thick he was, the filling sensation of his cock in your mouth for the first time becoming one of your favourites. 

He was already leaking precum, and you wasted no time in licking the fluids up before moving down to the rest of his length, with your hand planted firmly on the base of his cock. You started off with slow, but deliberate motions, desperate to feel his girth in every crevice of your mouth, motivated by the male’s drawn out moans. His head was flung back against the top of the couch, arms spread as he basically gave himself up to you - one of the rare times he would only surrender.

Until he got impatient and placed his hands on the back of your neck, grip firm as he began to drag your head up and down his length, demanding you increase the pace. Pools of spit began to build up inside of your mouth as he did, accommodating to the sudden force. Every time you retracted from his length, the pink flesh began to glimmer; shine, even, as you serviced it. To some, it was a taboo and demeaning act, but to Derek, it was the ultimate act of your submission and devotion to him. To this day, even a year on from your first encounter, you couldn’t understand why he kept coming back to you.

“Fuck,” he drawled, clenching his teeth down on his bottom as he heaved. “You’re so fucking good at this - It’s like you were just made for my cock…”

The statement caused your stomach to backflip, only encouraging you to take him deeper. His thick head was now inches away from the back of your throat, threatening to make you gag. Unfathomably, you seemed tempted to take that risk, but Derek intervened.

“Here,” he said flatly as he gently pushed you off of him, leaning down towards the table. “Try this,” 

He rolls up a fifty and guides your head along the white powder. Your nose tingles and your heart clenches a little, but there’s no immediate effect.

“It’ll take a while, but trust me, you’ll fucking feel it,” Derek smirks, drawing you from your thoughts. “Good thing we’ve got all night,”

It wasn’t long before you were back on his cock, vessel gripped firmly in your hand as you began to stroke him up and down, in tandem with the movements of your neck. 

“You’ve never had blow like this before,” he laughs, hands frantic as they gripped at his thighs, trying to hold them still. “Then again, you’ve never had a dick like this before either, hm? Don’t you have a boyfriend to go home to? Poor guy. I must have you whipped…”

Desperate to respond, you popped his cock out of your mouth, but he held up a hand to 

silence you. 

“I really don’t need to fucking hear it,” he chuckled. “You’re such a slut, you know that? You suck my dick, moan like a bitch, and keep coming back for more, but here you are arguing with me…I’m beginning to think you like this little relationship of ours,”

Who was he kidding? You both knew the truth.

You hummed, and Derek ran his tongue over his teeth, his bouncing leg beginning to quicken. His hands found your head, gripping the back of your neck as his cock began to twitch, vein throbbing against the flat of your tongue. He was always his most animalistic in the heat of the moment; and even though you enjoyed the culmination of your hard work, it was also the time where he spouted things, words and phrases that you knew were nothing but bullshit, and yet clouded your eyes with hope.

“Moan for me,” he grunted, pupils blown as they focused on the pornographic display below him. “Tell me that I’m the best you’ve ever had,”

You let out a whine, and he hummed.

“Worship me,” he continued. “Show me how much you love me…Fuck – Open your mouth…!”

Swiftly, Derek removed his aching member from your mouth, eyes wide as he watched a bridge of saliva form from your raw lips to his skin. With a few slick pumps, his fell half lidded as he came over your face, streaks of white fluid coating your cheeks and lips, with some even falling in your lashes and dripping onto your nose. He convulsed, as if he were temporarily losing grip on his sanity and panted as he tried for air. He ran his hands across his beard before he cupped your cheek, an indiscernible look in his eye before he patted it.

“Clean yourself up. I want you nice and fresh for round two.”

It pained you that you were so enthusiastic to oblige.

[httpknjoon]

taking chances | jjk

plot | After taking your chances with Jungkook three months ago, you two cross paths again. This time, the rockstar takes risks to ask Zafiro's royal princess out.

words | 4.7k+

genres | fluff, modern royalty!au, celebrity!au

pairing | rockstar!jungkook x princess!reader

note | a continuation. i made a playlist for this series! feel free to check it out :) I hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as I had fun writing this!

main masterlist | drabble series

“He totally likes you.”

Astrid immediately said as soon as you two were left alone in the palace. You know she has been itching to say that ever since you left Crystalline Stadium earlier. 

“Stop making up such a thing, Astrid,” you replied.

You don’t want to get your hopes high. But by the way that Jungkook acted earlier, your heart skipped with the idea that he might like you. Stop, YN. You warned yourself. This isn’t the first time you felt a brief infatuation with someone. It’s just that you usually took an interest in guys you bond with back when you were still studying. You never had a crush on someone you just saw singing and playing a guitar in a two-hour performance.

Unsatisfied with your response, your sister followed behind you as you walked up the stairs. She continue speaking behind you until you got in your room. She stopped on your room’s doorstep while you ignored her.

“I think everyone who was in that room can tell, YN. Jungkook tried to start a conversation with you! He was interested in you and your thoughts! He asked if you were a fan of their group even though you’re obviously not!  He even kissed your hand!” 

She was almost rapping with how many words she said in seconds. Her index finger points at your hand as if you were not aware of that. You rolled your eyes at how excited she seemed. 

“Can you lower your voice? I’m sure the house staff are already resting at this hour.” you quipped, trying to bury the topic away.

But Astrid was consistent. She went on, “And Mingyu! Mingyu tried to get our contacts. He tried! He also made Jungkook stand next to you before taking pictures with us.”

To avoid waking up other people in the palace, you just pulled her into your room and closed the door shut. A smile was stamped on her lips. You exhaled heavily, your shoulder rising up and down.

“Astrid, why are you pointing out all of these? What do you want me to do about it?”

Out of all the people in the world, you knew Astrid the most. You are each other’s partner in crime even though you have a six-year gap. You can read through her easily. That’s why she ran to you first when she needed help or advice. And based on that suspicious look on her face, her gears are turning for some crazy idea.

She grinned, “Give him a shot! Reach out to him.”

You immediately raised an eyebrow, scoffing, “Are you crazy?! Give him a shot?”

Astrid nods and you continue.

“Astrid, you don’t have to play Cupid for me. You didn’t even ask me if I–”

“Oh, you like him! You like him! I know it. I never saw you so timid and flustered with someone like earlier!” she cuts you off abruptly. “And the chemistry— it was crazy. I promise you, I never felt so thirdwheeled in my life.”

You bit your lower lip to stop yourself from smiling at what she said.

“You still have your Instagram account, right?” she asked.

You acted clueless, “Of course, why would I delete it?”

Astrid slowly squinted her eyes at you, “No, not your official account. You know what I’ve been talking about. Your secret one. The one where you post your art.”

Tired, you nod your head defeatedly. You knew she won’t get off your back until you do something.

“Great!” she clapped her hands. “Now, slide into his DMs!”

You blinked, “Again, are you crazy?”

“Chill! It’s not like he’ll read it right away. He’s in the largest band in the whole world. He has millions of followers and you will be using your Finsta. It’s honestly a needle in a haystack situation.”

She’s right. It’s not like he will recognize you with your secret Instagram account.

“Then, why are we doing this if this is just impossible?” You asked with your hands on your hips.

“I don’t know.” Astrid paused. But then her eyes light up again,  “But let’s just try. Let’s see if destiny plays out.”

“Destiny, my foot.” you scoffed before reaching for your phone.

You sat on the other end of your bed. Your younger sister watched as you think, type, and think again. Less than two minutes later, you showed her your screen,

“There, I messaged him.”

Astrid’s eyes squinted while she scanned your chats to her favorite band’s singer, “Why do you still feel formal even when sliding into someone’s DM?” she teased. “Is this how you flirt?”

“Oh, shut up. Just go out of my room right now,” you told her like you were offended, threatening to throw your fluffy pillow in her direction.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Send it!” she cackled, standing up from the foot of your bed. She turned to you once again, “But in all seriousness though, thank you for coming with me tonight! I had so much fun. I appreciate it a lot.”

“Anything for my favorite sister.” you quipped.

She grinned and enveloped you in a tight hug. And after she leaves and closes your door, you find yourself staring at your phone screen. As if your breathing got heavier and louder.  Is he going to reply? Is he? If not, it’s fine. It’s not a big deal. We only met now. And it’s definitely not. It’s not like I’m hoping for it.

Shaking your head, you turned off your phone to stop your head from having more thoughts. You changed into your comfortable clothes and head to sleep, hoping not to have any special visitors in your dreams tonight.

“What did he say? What did he say?”

As soon as you get out of your bedroom door, your little sister greeted you with elated questions. You looked at her. She was still in her favorite pajamas while you are already ready for your agenda for the day.

“And good morning to you too, Astrid.” you smiled before walking past her and down the stairs. Of course, she followed behind you.

“Oh, my god. Did he reply? What did he say?”

She had her hands clasped on her chest when turned around to answer her. You can tell she had her hopes up high. 

“It was left on read, almost at the same time I sent it.”

The moment you said that, you see how the smile on her lips falls into a small o.

“Oh.”

“Guess, I’m just some needle in his haystack.” you joked, which made her pout. You laughed, shaking it off,  “I’m kidding. It’s fine.”

You entered the dining area of the palace. The staff who were serving your meals and preparing the table greeted you and your sisters. You greeted them back as you sat on your usual seats out of twenty other chairs in this spacious room.

“Rosie, can I ask for lemons and honey for my water?” you asked one of the servants.

“Of course, Your Royal Highness.”

“Thank you.”

You ignored the baffled look on Astrid’s face at the same time you tried to turn a blind eye to that tightness in your stomach when you open your phone this morning. You don’t want to show Astrid that you were expecting so you try to play it off.

Before you can take a bite from your toast, your sister finally said something. “Maybe he thought you were just a random account.”

As much as you appreciate her effort to make everything better, you just want to move on from this topic. You were already sure from the beginning anyways that it was impossible to have such a connection with a world-famous rockstar like Jungkook. It was great to meet and see him perform live anyway.

“Sure, sure, Astrid. Now, let’s just have a peaceful breakfast and go on our day.”

“Turn here!”

“On your left!”

“Princess, here!”

The continuous flashes of lights and clicking sounds of cameras goes along with the requests of the photographers around you. You tried to accommodate their requests, turning your head and subtly posing for their lenses. For a quick second, you glanced around the white carpet, scanning among the unfamiliar faces, and eased off your shoulder when you spotted Nathalie, your assistant private secretary, in the corner. She was just behind you, fixing the tail of your gown as you move.

This year’s Met Gala theme is something along the lines of reimagining fairytales. Anna Wintour exclusively invited five royalties from around the world to come to the event. You and Astrid were among those five invited royalties. But your sister had to withdraw just four days ago due to flu. After learning that news, you almost didn’t want to go. 

You posed for a few more shots before you see Nathalie gesturing for you to go up the carpeted stairs. Before you reached the top, your eyes spotted the designer of your gown, who walked earlier than you. 

“You look magnificent, Your Royal Highness.” she greeted you as you shake hands with her.

“Thank you so much, Maria. This gown is marvelous.” you praised her. “I appreciate the adjustments you made.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Fran and I just knew you would be perfect in that gown. So we accepted the requests you had before.”

The Dior gown was originally quite revealing on the chest part. As a royal, you were often required (but not limited) to wear something modest. So when you saw this yellow gown in the choices your stylist, Fran, presented to you, you chose it with the request to put a fine cover-up for that certain part.

“Anyway, we’re going inside for the tour. Are you coming, Your Highness?” she asked.

You paused, looking at her then to Nathalie, who is now beside you, “I’ll catch up.”

Maria smiled and bid her goodbye. You smiled at her before turning to your assistant. Your smile fades as you asked her,

“Are you really not going inside?”

“Yeah, I talked to other celebrity assistants here. Apparently, we can only stay here outside as we were not invited to enter the venue. Only the red carpet.” she explained.

Your eyebrows scrunched together as you bit your lip. You just air out your frustration through a small sigh through your nose. Nat smiled, handing you your purse.

“Don’t worry, Ma’am. Your phone’s in it. Taking personal photos was not allowed. But give me a call if you want to go after the dinner event. I’ll have our ride ready and I’ll meet you here at the outside.” she assures you, holding your gloved hand. “But please enjoy the night, Your Highness.”

“Astrid should have been here,” you mumbled, sounding like a kid about to throw a fit.

Nat chuckled with you. She knew your worries. This is the first time someone from your kingdom was invited to Met Gala. You are not only representing yourself but also your country. The pressure feels like you’re in a beauty pageant. 

“You don’t have to stay for too long, okay? Just mingle a little, sip some cocktails, and enjoy their dinner there. Then, you can dial me.” she tried to assure you again.

“Okay, okay.” you sighed. “Thank you so much, Nat.”

You began to walk away as she raised her two thumbs up. An event staff, who you mistook for a model who was just standing in the background,  gave you directions on where to turn and go. He said it was only cocktail hour, and the dinner will be starting later. He encouraged you to look around the exhibition. He also helped you with the trail of your gown so you to move more comfortably.

“Thank you–” you paused, waiting for him to say his name.

“My name is Drew, Your Highness.”

You nod as you gave him a smile, “Thank you, Drew.”

“Oh, Your Royal Highness!”

You turned as you heard someone addressing you in the busy background. There, you see the woman of the hour, Anna walking up to you. She was smiling and sans her fashionable sunglasses, different from what you would usually see in pictures. 

“Anna, thank you so much for the invite." you beamed before shaking hands with her. “Astrid sends her apologies for not being able to make it here tonight.”

“It’s fine. We will always have it next year! Let’s talk about this dress, it’s gorgeous!” she exclaimed while making you turn around for her. “The color suits you magnificently. And the tiara, it’s perfect! Who made it?”

“Oh, it’s from Zafiro. It was made by a local jeweler that the King commissioned.” you proudly replied.

With the image of a certain Disney princess in your stylist’s mind, your father gifted you a gold tiara with bejeweled red roses in it. Jewelry and such are Zafiro’s top products. It’s been your father’s goal to make your country known by producing delicate and elegant pieces of jewelry.

“Maybe we can feature it for our editorials in the future.” She suggested and finally, you. “Anyway, have you gone around the exhibition?”

“Not yet. I just got in here minutes ago.”

“You should look around here, Princess. There are a lot of wonderful works here, you’ll love it. I heard you’re an artist yourself too– Do you want some drinks?” she offered when a server passed by, holding a tray of various drinks.

“Sure. Red wine is fine.” you smiled and they handed you one. You carefully took a sip before continuing your talk with Anna, “I just paint and draw in my free time.”

“That’s what being an artist is, Your Highness.” she chuckled.

You two began to walk to the main exhibit. You were silently grateful to have company. She was graceful in describing and talking about the displayed fashion pieces. But of course, she is Anna Wintour. Other guests were approaching her. She then had to go and mingle with one of her favorite models.

“Please, enjoy. I’ll see you at our table later.” she smiled.

“I will. Thank you.”

And almost immediately when she walked away, you felt alone. You looked around and everyone know everyone. They were laughing and chatting while holding their glasses. Holding tighter to your own glass of wine, you took a long slow deep breath.

Just look around.

The place is amazing and if your sister was here, you would probably enjoy it. Still, you decided to look around.

“Do you think we can smoke in the bathroom?”

Jungkook simply chuckled at Mingyu’s mumbled question as they looked around the displays. Tonight was their first Met Gala. Jungkook was invited through Dior while his bandmate was invited through Balmain. They arrived separately but found each other inside the MET.

“Oh, hey, Jungkook! Mingyu!”

Before Jungkook can even recognize the owner of the voice, Louise was already standing in front of them. She smiled before kissing each of their right cheeks.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming!” she exclaimed, talking to Jungkook only. “I watched your band’s show last week in Nashville with my best friends. You were so good! We tried to congratulate you backstage but your manager said you’re not accepting guests.”

This time, her hand lands on his chest, feeling the texture of his tux. Mingyu was hiding his teasing grin as he take a sip in his cocktail. Jungkook forced a smile before holding the model’s hand. He played it off to remove her hand away as he replied.

“Yeah, I… was kinda sick.”

Louise's eyebrows raised as she awwed, “Oh, how are you now?”

“I’m good. I got better,” he replied awkwardly.

He side-eyed his best friend for a quick second. It was a simple signal for help as Jungkook felt claustrophobic in this current scenario he is in. Louise is no stranger to him. They have met before and became acquaintances, way too far than she claims in interviews. She slides in his DM whenever she can, which in that case is every week. Jungkook always tries to be polite to her, replying to her relentless greetings. But he always finds a way to excuse himself from her invitations to hang out. He’s just not interested.

Mingyu, who is aware of this, butts in, “You know, I think the dinner will be served soon. We should go to our table.”

“Really? Maybe we should.” Jungkook agrees.

Louise seemed to frown for a second before another celebrity greeted her and got her lost in a conversation. Mingyu took the chance to pull Jungkook away, mixing in the crowd.

“The last time you were sick, we were in Zafiro.” Mingyu scoffed. 

Jungkook rolled his eyes and as if it was fated, his eyes landed on someone in a yellow gown. He cannot see properly due to distance and a bit of dim light. But he can recognize who it was.

“Is… that YN?” he guessed, making his bandmate look in the same direction.

"She’s here?!”

You were chatting with a famous celebrity couple. His heart skips when he sees you laugh. To say that you looked wonderful would be an understatement. You were easily noticeable with the color of your gown that suits you absolutely. He wondered if you had been here earlier or later than him. He didn’t know you were making an appearance. But he’s not that surprised that you’re here as you were known to be a fan of the arts too. 

“Let’s go talk to her–”

“Please go back to your seats, dinner will be served.” a staff interrupted them.

Jungkook sees you being guided as well by someone who you seemed to know. He assisted you with your dress and Jungkook quietly eyes you two until he saw you seating at the same table as Anna Wintour and other major guests. 

“Oh, it’s an honor to meet you!”

One of your favorite musicians is now seating next to you. You cannot stop yourself from smiling as she introduced herself. You didn’t mean to be so excited to shake her hands when she offered it.

“Oh, my. The honor’s all mine! I do know who you are! I am a fan of yours.” you exclaimed. “I know jazz isn’t really your main genre. But I really adore every jazz song you performed. You and Tony Bennett were fantastic together when I watched you perform during your tour years ago ”

“Thank you so much, Princess YN.” Lady Gaga replied.

She was so nice as you express your love for her jazz endeavors. You felt more comfortable, sitting next to her. She even made conversations with you and complimented you with your gown. Your heart was happy. You almost forgot she was a co-host of the event if she didn’t mention it.

“I heard this is your first time visiting New York, Your Highness.” 

Another known designer, who was at the same table as you, brought up. Suddenly, everyone’s eyes are on you and you felt smaller in your seat. This is strange.

“It is,” you replied with a small smile.

“How are you enjoying it so far?” an actor asked.

“Oh, I haven’t really been anywhere than my hotel room.” you joked. “I just arrived here this morning.”

Then, everyone starts recommending what you should do and where you should visit. They mentioned popular spots and restaurants. They also added some seemingly fun activities. But as much as you like that, you will not be staying for too long in the country for your duty in Zafiro. But instead of telling that, you just replied:

“I will, I will.”

Throughout the whole dinner, Jungkook tried to remain engaged in whatever conversation was happening in their own table circle. He laughed along to their jokes while also stealing glances in your direction. He sees you mingling and laughing at the beginning of the dinner service.

But as the night gets older and almost everybody began standing up from their chairs to dance along to the music being played in the background, you remained in your seat. Jungkook thought of going up to you to invite you to maybe dance, but he saw you kindly declining a couple of people who tried to do the same thing. You just watched them quietly.

“Hey, JK.” Mingyu, who has right beside him, snapped him out of his gaze at you.

Jungkook turned his head around.

His friend continued, “There’s an afterparty hosted by Stell McCartney at Zero Bond. Let’s go. I think everyone’s coming there. It’s gonna be fun.”

“Yeah, sure. We just can’t stay too late. We still have to perform tomorrow.” Jungkook reminds him and Mingyu nods.

And when Jungkook looks back at the same spot you were at, your chair is already empty. One of his eyebrows raised and his eyes traveled around the place. After a quick scan, he spotted your back going in the direction of the main exhibit.

You don’t know why. But sometimes, being a royal makes you feel a bit isolated. It’s not that no one wants to interact with you– actually, a lot of people did. It’s just that you know every move you do will reflect your country and family.  So, you try to be careful in this large, crowded event. So, here you are, in one of the most significant and fabulous events in the fashion world, sitting on the same chair you have been sitting in thirty-five minutes ago.

Three men had already tried to invite you to vibe along with the fun music but you only smiled and gently reject them. You don’t really dance except for formal ones. 

“She doesn’t really talk much, doesn’t she?”

It was a whispered question that you managed to hear from someone not too close to you. Even though they didn’t mention any names, you knew who they were talking about. You felt glances towards you. So you turned, offering a small smile to them. They seemed surprised as their eyes widened before they smiled back, slightly bowed, and walked away. 

Maybe I should just call Nat.

You sighed, agreeing to that idea. But before that, you get up and silently make your way to the main exhibit. To at least look around one last time before you leave this magnificent museum.

It was quieter in this area. A staff bowed at you when your eyes met as you entered the room.

“I apologize, can I still look around here?” you asked them.

“Of course, ma’am. We just don’t expect someone going in here while the party is still going on there,” she said and you simply smiled.

You felt calmer as you take in the intricate designs of the gowns displayed. Even the suits for men were perfect for the theme. Without many people around, you were given more chances to focus on the displays. You simply examine every design that was brought to your younger years. You used to sketch unlimited numbers of clothes and designs when you got your first crayons and sketchpad. It’s nothing compared to these gowns but it showed your colorful imagination back then. You imagine the four-year-old version of yourself jumping up and down while looking at every fashion gown and suit.

“Enjoying the night, Princess?”

“Oh!”

You almost jumped in your gown when you see a certain man when you turned around. Your hand was clutched on your chest as you blinked.

“Jungkook.” your feeble voice murmured, still in shock at his sudden appearance.

“It’s nice to see you again, Princess YN.”

And once again, he held your hand and planted a small kiss on the back of it. You wondered if he felt how cold it was or how you froze with–again– the unexpected action. Maybe he can hear how loud your heart beats. Or how many butterflies played around in your stomach the moment you felt his lips on your skin. 

Does he really love doing this to everyone he meets?

You don’t want to think you were being treated specially by him through this action, especially since you got no reply after reaching out to him three months earlier. 

“You know for someone who has been attending massive royal events ever since they were little, you seemed pretty flustered tonight.”

Jungkook tried to break the silence. He was scared by your reaction when he looked at you after kissing your hand. You were just staring at him. But after he said that, you gently took away your hand as you straightened up your posture.

“Well, that’s because Zafiro is different from other places like these,” you replied in a joking manner, but you were just being honest.

Then suddenly, silence found its way between you two. It’s not awkward. Nor suffocating. It’s strangely peaceful. There was still this distant sound of the party away but Jungkook found himself in a staring battle against you. And admittedly, he felt conscious when you ran your eyes from his down to his outfit. Then back on his eyes again.

“Is that real?” you asked.

“Hmm?”

“The piercing on your lip.”

“Oh.” Jungkook touched the silver ring on the corner of his lips. “It is. Wanna touch?”

He said it as a joke and he smiled when he saw you finally smile and giggle.

“Thank you for the offer. But I would have to decline that. It looks great on you and so is your suit.” you told him, making him shyly scratch the back of his neck.

“Thank you, I could say the same thing with you. You’re stunning as always.”

As always. That one was embarked in your mind even though you tried to not think much about it. You cleared your throat,

“What are you doing here anyway, Mister? The party is happening inside.”

He slipped his hands in his pants pockets, “I can ask the same thing of you, Your Highness.”

“I’m just taking one last tour around here before I call for my ride.” 

His eyebrows raised, “You’re leaving already?”

“Uh, yes,” you answered, ignoring the question in your head that said: was he sad I’m leaving already?

“You’re not going to any after-parties? I and Mingyu is actually going to one of those. Maybe I can contact you through–”

But you cut him off before you can fully think, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Mr. Jeon, considering that you didn’t respond when I reached out to you after we met.”

Lines were automatically between his brows as he heard, “What?! I didn’t receive anything from your communication office in Zafiro.”

“You took that seriously?” you scoffed.

“Of course, I did. I thought you don’t really give your number to anyone outside your family.”

“Well, okay. But I messaged you after we met.” you went on.

“What?!” 

“I DM-ed you.”

“What?”

“With my private account. You immediately read it after I sent it. Wait, let me show you.”

Reaching in your purse, you got your phone. You don’t know why are you even doing this. You tapped on your screen quickly, slightly feeling determined. This seems risky. You went straight to your secret account and opened the one and only message you had there. You showed it to the man in front of you and watched his eyes get bigger as read it.

He was fast to explain himself, “Oh my god, I remembered that one! But I was sick and drowsy in the following days later, maybe that’s why I didn’t respond. I forgot. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

You processed everything in your head. Jungkook stood there, waiting for you to say something when an idea popped into his head.

“How about this?” he began. “Our band will be performing for a night here in New York tomorrow. It’s one of our last performances for our tour.  Are you still here by then?”

“I’ll be flying back to Zafiro tomorrow, before midnight,” you replied almost automatically. Like you were programmed to do so.

“Okay, the concert will be starting at eight. It will probably end by ten. Maybe we can still meet backstage. You know… to hang out.” he pursed his lips by the last sentence.

You squint your eyes at him, “Is this a sorry gift?”

“No, just like what you mentioned in your message,  it’s an invitation. But with a backstage pass.”

Nat eyed you through the moving car’s rearview mirror. You were biting off a smile as you looked down, typing on your phone.

“Any plans to tour around the city tomorrow, Your Highness?”

Your eyes remained glued to your screen as you replied, “Maybe. But free up my last six hours here. I’m going to a concert.”

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 13)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (13)

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YFN felt a wave of cold rush through her. She froze. Her hand started trembling as she stared at the photo on her phone. She felt so open, so vulnerable, so violated. She hadn’t felt fear like that in a long time.

Katie came over to her, drunk and slurring. “Maaaate, come for another-” YFN grabbed her and clung on, shaking. Katie sobered up in an instant. “-woah woah, chick. What’s happened?”

She started struggling to breathe, not able to get enough oxygen into her lungs. Fuck, was this a panic attack? All she knew was that she didn’t want to let go of Katie. She needed someone there. She heard Katie yell at Jordan and suddenly she was there also. And Caitlin.

“What’s happening?” Caitlin asked, then saw the state YFN was in. Her eyes were downcast, and her lips were trembling as she struggled for air.

“Deep breaths,” Jordan encouraged, her hand rubbing circles into her back.

She needed to leave. She needed to get out of there. But she didn’t feel safe to leave.

“She was lookin’ at somethin’ on her phone,” Katie said to Jordan who took the phone and looked at it.

Leah was suddenly there. “Is everything okay?”

Jordan didn’t care that her ex was there and ignored her. Her priority was YFN.

“Oh.. oh no. Oh fuck.” Jordan leaned in to hug YFN, holding her tight. As she did so, she quickly explained what was happening to the other three.

“Oh fuck no,” Katie swore.

“We need to call Lucy,” Jordan said.

“It’s midnight..”

“She won’t care. If she finds out this happened and we didn’t call her, she’s going to actually murder us all.”

Jordan was 100% right. YFN twitched at the sound of her name. Jordan was suddenly on the phone to a half-asleep Lucy.

“Jords? Is everything okay?”

“Lucy you need to come now. Right now. I think she’s having a panic attack.”

“What happened?!” Lucy was awake now.

“It’s the girl from Instagram.. the stalker. She’s here.”

A series of swearing and yelling came from the other end of the phone. She demanded the address from Jordan and asked to speak to YFN.

“I… I don’t think that’s possible, Luce. She’s not in a good way right now.”

“Do NOT leave her alone. I’ll be there soon.”

“Where the fuck is she?” Katie began looking around the room for anyone suspicious. “Show us a photo.”

Jordan showed them a photo from YFN’s phone and suddenly Katie and Caitlin were pissed, hunting through the club for her.

Leah disappeared and reappeared with some water. She helped Jordan to try and calm her down and make her feel safe.

YFN hated this. She hated being the centre of attention. She hated being dramatic. She couldn’t control her body, though. She’d never had this reaction to anything in her life besides her father. She didn’t even know it was possible. But here she was, back to that scared little kid, eyes downcast so she wouldn’t know when the next hit was coming. Her shaking became worse and tears started forming. She was usually so strong but the thought of someone following her and watching her, terrified her.

“I’m… really… really.. s.. sorry,” she said with ragged breaths.

“No.” Jordan said so hard that even Leah looked surprised. “You don’t get to be sorry. She’s a fucking psychopath. Did you not tell Lucy and me everything she sent you?”

YFN thought of the random messages from different accounts that she’d blocked. She shook her head, a tear falling from each eye. Jordan wrapped her arms around her head, pulling her close and YFN clung to her. “Oh, mate. I’m so sorry. We’ve got you.”

Leah looked emotional and wanting at Jordan’s love toward YFN.

Shouting and chaos sounded around them as Katie and Caitlin were pushing through the crowd, chasing a woman as she ran out onto the street. They returned alone.

“Did you find her?”

“Pretty sure it was her..”

“It was definitely her,” Caitlin said with confidence. “She jumped in someone’s car and took off. Sorry we couldn’t catch her.” She rubbed YFN’s shoulder.

Jordan spotted someone staring at them and pointed, shouting. “That’s her! The one from the café!”

Katie and Caitlin looked confused. “She’s not the one from the profile photo…”

“Maybe she’s a friend-” Jordan started but the woman was already running out the door. At that sign of guilt, Katie and Caitlin tried to catch her. Minutes later, they were back in again.

“The same car came ‘round again and she jumped in. I got the number plate this time though,” Caitlin panted.

Katie was looking at her hand. “Christ, I almost broke the window. Almost.”

Lucy had never been so pissed and scared in her life. She pulled up at the front of the bar and slammed the brakes on. She jumped out to hear the yelling of a security guard until he realised who it was. She told him she’d be back soon, not slowing her steps. She immediately spotted them inside the pub. The girls were all huddled around so she couldn’t see her until they began parting when they saw her coming. She was sitting on a stool, eyes downcast and crying. Lucy’s heart broke. She shoved her way through the room and without a word to the others, she had her in her arms. She was safe. YFN gripped onto her as if she were her life support and she let herself sob just a little bit harder.

“I’m so.. sorry,” she cried quietly. “I’m really.. really..” She couldn’t get any more words out.

Lucy was taken aback. She was being stalked, followed, harassed and she was sorry?! She pulled back enough to see her face and take it in both hands, her thumbs wiping her tears away. Something bigger was going on. Suddenly it clicked for her. “Your dad.. ?” Lucy asked softly.

Her little Australian nodded, lips pressed together as if it would stop the memories and tears. Her little dimple looked sad. Lucy’s heart actually broke into pieces then. She pulled her to her chest again and kissed her hair, resting her cheek on her head. “You’re safe. I’m right here.”

The others around them seemed to put two and two together from their little exchange.

“Did you find her?” Lucy asked over the top of her head to the others.

“Caitlin and I chased her but she got away in someone’s car.”

“I spotted that girl from the café the other day, but she got away too.”

“Same car?” Lucy asked.

Caitlin nodded. “Yeah, same car. We got the number plate the second time ‘round.”

“Almost broke my hand too, but it was worth it. Those girls are crazy. They looked so guilty the way they ran.” Katie was genuinely worried. She gestured to YFN and mouthed, “Will she be alright?”

Lucy nodded. “She’s coming home with me. Right now. Do you need a lift, Jords?”

“No, you need to get her home,” Jordan said as she rubbed her friends back. She kissed the side of her head still buried in Lucy’s chest. “I love you mate. I’ll see you tomorrow, we’ll have lunch. Call me if you need me.”

YFN nodded from her safe place.

“Yeah we’re goin’ to head off too. We’re not hangin’ around for some stalkers to find us, but we’ll join ya’s for lunch tomorrow.” Katie said. “Want to get an Uber with us, chicken?”

“No,” Leah said suddenly, the Captain coming out. “None of you are going to be left with strangers tonight. I’m sober. I’ll drop you three home.” Her tone said there was no arguing to be done, and not even Jordan said anything. Leah stepped forward and put her hand on YFN’s shoulder. “Get home safe.”

They said their goodbyes and Lucy gave a few instructions before she left. “Caitlin, send me that number plate, make, model, colour, whatever you can remember. Jords, make sure you show the security here photos of the two girls. I want them to never be allowed in here again. And I want messages when everyone’s home.”

They all agreed, of course, and then Lucy was walking out to the car with her little Australian in her arms. She helped her into the passenger seat and leant over her to clip her seatbelt on, shutting her door. Then Lucy was in the driver’s seat headed home, her hand in between both of YFN’s, held tight.

Lucy was mad but above all else, she’d never felt so protective in her life. Tomorrow she was going to find out who they were, get restraining orders, and get YFN into her home. She needed her safe, and the idea that she was going back to Spain while YFN stayed in England didn’t sit right at all. She made a note to talk to Jordan about Birmingham. She knew Jordan was already going to ask YFN to stay with her while she was there, and Lucy wanted to encourage that.

She looked over at YFN who looked beautiful on her night out, hair down and random patches of glitter shining on her skin. Lucy had put her hoody on her, and YFN was gripping her spare hand with both of hers, unknowingly fiddling with it to calm her nerves. Her eyes stared a thousand-yard stare at the dash, her jaw shuffling as she contained her distress making her dimple appear and disappear. They’d spoken a little bit more about her family during their date, her dad in particular, and Lucy knew she wanted to do whatever she could to ensure she’d never feel so powerless again.

When they arrived home, she made sure to do things slowly and with obvious intention. She showered with her, helping to wash the night away, and made sure she had water before they crawled into bed wearing Lucy’s clothes. The thought of her feeling so alone in a new country, knowing almost no one and barely having family to rely on made her understand her situation a little better. Lucy knew that she was her safe place, and as she held her, she knew she would do absolutely anything for the little Australian in her arms. Anything, because she deserved the world and everything good in it.

The first thing YFN felt when she woke was warmth. She felt warm, comfortable, safe. Loved. Feelings she wasn’t used to, but that were becoming more frequent with every moment she spent with Lucy. At first she was worried she’d wake her, and then she noticed that she was tenser than usual, and her breathing was off. From her position half on top, she looked up at Lucy who was awake, glasses on, one arm around YFN and the other quickly texting. She looked a little frustrated, but her face softened when she looked down at YFN.

“Morning, little one.” She put her phone on the bedside table and put her other arm around her, kissing her forehead. “Sleep well?”

YFN nodded with a smile and yawned with a little stretch.

“I was worried you wouldn’t..”

“I always sleep well with you,” YFN reassured and kissed her collarbone. “What time is it?”

“Ten.. we have time for a shower but then the girls want to meet us for lunch in town.”

Luckily Lucy had so many clothes to choose from, because they didn’t have time to stop by the hotel before they headed for lunch.

They arrived and their trio was already there, looking well hungover. YFN was a lot more relaxed after last night but couldn’t help looking around to see if she could spot her stalkers.

“Oh thank Jesus, here’s ya menus, I’m starvin’ so we’ll order when you’s have picked.” Katie handed them menus, her sunglasses looking like they were saving her life.

Lucy thought the hangovers were hilarious. She went extra slow with the menu, showing YFN several things she liked which earnt her a slap her shoulder. She seemed to genuinely like several things, but settled on one and YFN couldn’t help but wonder if she was trying to be polite after last night. They hadn’t discussed what had happened, and Lucy hadn’t brought the topic up. If she could guess, it seemed a little like Lucy wasn’t bringing the stalker issue up because she was worried YFN would be scared away, and so she wasn’t letting herself be her usual happy, order-10-dishes, over-eager Lucy. YFN had been reassuring her with extra attention, extra smiles and kisses and touches, but she knew Lucy needed the actual words. She needed to know she wasn’t going anywhere.

“LUCIA!” A voice shouted from behind them loudly and YFN jumped. Lucy whipped her head around. The table was tense but it only took a few seconds to realise that they were Barca fans, not stalkers. They were holding up Barca shirts for Lucy to sign and she turned to YFN, making sure it was okay before she walked over to sign them. This was one of Lucy’s happy things, she realised. Giving love back to fans, especially young kids.

Katie signalled the waiter over hurriedly, and YFN ordered all the things Lucy had pointed out that she said sounded good. She knew how much Lucy loved her food and trying different things, and YFN wasn’t going to let last night ruin her appetite.

Lucy arrived back and joined back in on the conversation.

“No, like I said last night. Absolutely not. If I hear you apologise again mate, I’ll ship you back to Australia.” Jordan was so firm that Lucy leant back to look around YFN at her.

“Does this.. has this happened before?”

“Oh yeah, loads of times,” Katie said, holding her sunglasses to her face. “But nothin’ this bad. You say she messaged ya how many times?”

“Five different occasions? I think three different women though.. one woman sent three messages. I just don’t understand why..”

“Because they’re Lucy fanatics. You probably don’t know, but Lucy is one of the most talked about people in all of Women’s Football. She’s had plenty of stalkers, haven’t you Luce?” Jordan said.

YFN was surprised by this. She looked at Lucy.

Lucy nodded, looking guilty, as if it was her fault. “They fade away eventually. But they have ruined friendships and relationships…” She looked at YFN and her jaw shifted. “I don’t want that to happen with you. I spoke to my lawyers this morning and they’re trying to ID the girls so we can maybe get restraining orders. They’re happy with the amount of evidence we provided. Thanks again for that.” She nodded at Caitlin who gave a thumbs up as she guzzled water like it was necessary to her survival. YFN realised that the frustrated texting this morning must have been her lawyers. She tangled her fingers with Lucy’s.

“Did you recognise them?”

Lucy shook her head. “No, and I didn’t realise before but my lawyers have found photos of me with them. It seems I’ve met those girls multiple times. There’s photographs of me giving them autographs and selfies here, at Barca, at Lyon, at City. They’re…persistent.”

“All of that will definitely be enough for a restraining order for you, but I’m not sure about YFN..” Katie seemed to have experience and YFN tilted her head in question. “I had a stalker a few years back, bad one, but she wasn’t violent. 99% of the time they’re just wanting to see you and touch you, and pretend they’re dating you and that’s exactly what this one did. But she sent me a photo of me with my sisters once and I was so mad. It felt disgusting.” She shook her head and looked at YFN. “Seeing the messages and photos she sent you? You handled it much better than I did.”

The waiter came around then and started placing dishes on the table. The hungover Katie, Caitlin and Jordan began eating immediately, to try and settle their alcohol abused stomachs. The waiter placed multiple dishes down in front of Lucy and YFN. Lucy looked confused at the waiter like she was about to say he’d made a mistake, and then turned to YFN with those intelligent, and happily surprised green eyes. She knew her. Not caring that they were in public, she cupped YFN’s cheek gently and kissed her with love and thanks, and YFN smiled into her mouth, kissing her back.

“Jesus it’s too early for that,” Katie quipped and put her hand up as if their lips together were blinding her like the sun.

“Uh oh, she’s found the way to your heart… food and more food,” Jordan laughed.

Lucy pulled back and grinned her thanks, excited for food. YFN took her hand from her cheek and turned her head, kissing the palm. A response.

“We share?”

Lunch didn’t last long as they all ate so quickly, even Lucy with her multiple dishes. She always had an appetite. They spoke about heading back to their clubs, Jordan to Birmingham with Villa, Katie and Caitlin to stay in London with Arsenal, and Lucy to Barcelona. Jordan asked YFN if she’d stay with her in Birmingham and she over-eagerly accepted. Jordan’s move was recent and she didn’t have a housemate, so they were both excited. YFN didn’t notice the thank you nod from Lucy to Jordan, and it wouldn’t have mattered anyways, Jordan was always going to insist on it. The pair began arguing across again YFN as to which she should be more excited for; Barcelona or Birmingham. She was yet to talk to Lucy about Spain, but she knew she’d been thinking about it. It was Lucy. Lucy always thought ahead. And she was nothing if not a romantic. Not that she wanted the world to know that.

As they were all having their fun little banter, YFN realised that she hadn’t spoken to Jordan about Leah last night. Leah was from Arsenal and so she didn’t bring the topic up in front of Katie and Caitlin out of respect but pocketed it for a discussion with her friend later. Her phone buzzed then and immediately; she knew it was not good. Out of pride and strength, she looked at it regardless and her face dropped. Lucy was the first to realise, watching her from the moment she checked her phone.

“Did… did anyone post photos right now of where we are?”

The table went silent. Lucy took the phone from her hands. She continued. “Every time this has happened, it’s been because we’ve posted the locations as we’re there instead of afterwards…” Her voice was shaking and she whispered the last bit. “But no one knew we were here..”

“Again?!” Katie pulled her sunglasses off and grabbed the phone. One by one they looked at the photo of the five of them eating lunch together. There was no message with it.

YFN eventually got her phone back as another notification popped up. “Oh…shit…” She grabbed at Lucy. “I… think my Visa’s being reviewed?” She read off the email. “For… an ‘anonymous complaint that the conditions of your Visa have been breached’… they want me to go to an Australian embassy to answer some questions regarding the validity of my stay.”

“…fuck…” Caitlin said, unbelieving.

Lucy looked like she was about to flip the fucking table.

[chaifootsteps]

Wanted to vent in the inbox and if I’m wrong or mistaken on any of this please let me know.

People like to shit on Raph, but if I’m honest I don’t think he’s all that bad, with the exception of when they made sexual remarks to someone online that he didn’t know.

It turns out that who he said the thing about his “nudes” to was a minor, but even if it hadn’t been a minor, I think we really just shouldn’t be saying sexual stuff to people we don’t know online. It was still sexual harassment, even if it wasn’t intended to be, and I hope Raph apologized for it.

I don’t care about Raph’s kinks or rape fetish, I don’t care if he wants to cosplay as Angel Dust every day of their life and do Val/Angel CNC role plays for 24 hours a day.

I’m upset because VivziePop lied about Raph being a survivor to justify having someone with a rape fetish storyboard what was supposed to be a serious scene, but borrowed a lot material from Raphs fetish comics.

To my knowledge, Raph never said that they were approaching the storyboards they did seriously and weren’t treating them as fetish stuff, Viv did.

Viv was the one who lied about Raph being a survivor, and while I don’t know Raph and don’t really trust them, at least he’s been consistently honest about his fetish and to my knowledge hasn’t acted like the scenes he boarded were anything other than the stuff he usually makes.

I would literally not have cared if Viv had just admitted that there was fetish material in the show, but she went out of her way to lie about it and act like there was no possibility of poison being fetishized, even though we literally can’t know if it was boarded to be so or not based on Raph’s tastes.

Oh, he didn't. He gave an extremely half-assed apology, deleted his Twitter, ran to Instagram and bragged about impulse deleting it while flashing crotch, and then months later, lied that he'd deleted his Twitter as a form of accountability.

Also, apparently he "retracted" his apology, although if anyone could provide proof of this that would be helpful.

I think Raph's a slimebag and a liar, but I think he needs an intervention more than anything. You don't change your appearance to look like Angel Dust, start doing sex work like Angel Dust, and literally start going by Angel Dust's name unless something in your life has failed to be okay.

[mireubrightstar]

Hello everyone. I am the man that you all know as Panda. I ran the pandasanddragons blog. Most notoriously, you know me in association with “Rai” who is now going by Kip and by he/him pronouns. His tumblr blogs, as far as I know, are notaguyrai, slaps-and-scribbles, volcanic-penis, and terracotta-crockpot. He also made an Instagram account at one point. I don’t think he uses it anymore but it is boopyboopcoup. I have been able to prove with certainty that me and Kip are not the same person. I had a voice call with @theintrovertbean who had been in voice calls with Kip and was gracious enough to join me in one so that I could prove once and for all that we are different people. @iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia was present during the call as well to serve as a mediator and can also confirm this information.

If you are not familiar with the situation, the original callout post is here.

I want to say that I am so sorry for everything. I let myself get caught up in all of this. I let Kip do horrible things, and encouraged him. I helped him, and I am deeply, exceptionally ashamed of that. I know that nothing I do can ever truly fix what I’ve done. I know that I messed up. I have no excuses for that. It was more terrible than I have words for. You don’t have to forgive me, I don’t expect you to either. But you all deserve a real apology. Not the fake bullshit one I had originally made.

Those posts original apology posts I made were made to try and cover things up, and to try and work out ways out of the whole situation. Those posts were also in some ways an attempt to pull all the blame onto myself, and take it off of Kip so he could keep doing whatever he wanted to do.

This did all truly start with a miscommunication, I vented to Kip. He decided he needed to do something and eventually we both got called out for that in August. Even before that, though, I had started to resent him. Afterwards, it all got worse. If I wanted to talk about it, he would brush me off. He would tell me that since it had already happened, there was nothing to talk about. And we started to argue more, I started to get more distant and he got angry about it.

I also want to apologize for my old blog. I originally made it so that I could make a post about my own opinion/analysis/whatever of Asra and Julian. I didn’t expect to get any attention and I hadn’t even planned on making more than one post. Kip encouraged me to keep posting, he helped me with the blog a lot. But I never wanted to just be a hater or be inflammatory with that blog. And so I am sorry for everyone who I hurt or upset with those posts.

The rest of this post discusses Kip, what he’s done, and my experience with him. Some of it is…a bit graphic and absolutely disgusting. But I feel it’s important to put it all out there. This is the last post I am going to make. After that, I’m leaving this fandom entirely and completely.

Recently, Kip has become active again, trying to cause harm to the Arcana fandom. This had brought attention to me, and to old posts I had made to vent about the situation and lead people to believe that the account was Kip and the source of the harassing messages.

I have decided to come forward with what I know about Kip and his current whereabouts, little as that may be. I do not want to run away from this situation anymore and let him have continued power over me.

I had at one point believed Kip to be my best friend and so I trusted him. I vented to him, I confided in him. I now believe that he saw me as not a person but as a toy. There were times when he would ask me to send messages to people, usually harmless. But he would also ask me to harass people on his behalf. When I expressed that I wasn’t comfortable with that, he would often call me a coward. I told him I sent things so he would leave me alone. He would even get angry with me for not wanting an ongoing conflict with someone I had had a slight miscommunication with. He was always pushing me into things because he “stupidly believed” that I was finally gaining confidence

Kip heavily manipulated me to believe that he was right, that he cared about me, and that anything he was doing was for my honor, as he put it.

He would often belittle me, implying that I was stupid or inferior to him, and also often ignored my boundaries. Much of this came in the form of talking about our OC’s. Often times, Kip would tell me that he was horny. He would then proceed to write about how his OC would assault mine. I participated and I wish I hadn’t. Because it was horrible and I never actually enjoyed it. Kip viewed my OC as his own personal sex toy. He wanted to write “dead dove” content about my OC. I had expressed not liking an idea he was writing out, and he ignored it and kept going with the scenario. I even framed it as my OC’s boundaries but it all went ignored and he would continue. I would try to steer it in a more palatable direction. But that turned into Kip wanting my OC to assault his.

After a creator was sent suicide bait, and a different user, wanting to defend them, came to my blog saying it had been me, I panicked. All I knew was that I had not sent anything like that, and I wanted people to know. It was then doubled down that I did it, with reblogs stating it, several non anon asks, and several anon asks. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I wanted to just delete the blog and be done with it all. Kip, however, told me that many people loved that blog and I should leave it up so they could revisit if they wanted to. So he offered taking it so that I could have some peace while everyone else got to still have access to the blog as an archive. After that I had no control over or access to that blog. In some respects, Kip had access over all of my socials, or at least my tumblr blogs. He would tell me to send asks to people, and I would as long as it was harmless. I never sent anything that would have been harassing or cruel and he called me a coward for it.

Kip often edited my posts, he had access to them before they were posted, he read pretty much anything I posted before I posted it, and put his own suggestions into them.

Some of these images may be a bit blurry, but I needed to put them together since I’m on my phone. These images are from the discord server that me and Kip shared. After the initial call out post, I deleted my old account and joined the server from a new account. So the “deleted user” is me, and I took screenshots from the new account.

This group of images is Kip describing how everyone has always been nothing it a social experiment to him, myself included

This group of images is how Kip liked to abuse my OC. Mostly starting with things like “Your OC is afraid of [x] right? So what if…” it got intense and this is the most mild of it all.

This one is specifically something Kip came up with because both me and my OC share a fear of being pregnant

These images are of Kip…generally manipulating and guilting me. And getting upset that I had wanted to apologize for everything

Kip guilt tripping me, riling me up, and just being awful in general

More guilting, and mistreatment. Things that hurt, and in the top left corner, when this all started. And I told Kip to drop it all. And of course, that he was angry with me for making amends with someone immediately instead of holding a grudge and being mean to them.

These last two are our last conversations. I was angry at him and I finally confronted him about everything. And of me having had doubts, having been disgusted with myself about everything that happened and Kip telling me that we were doing the right thing.

[nekoannie-chan]

All day

Title: All day.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Rating: Mature.

Word count: 330 words.

Warnings: Smut, PWP.

Summary: Steve and you have a free day, so you have sex all day.

A/N: This is my entry to @multifandom-lover, Annie-1018 & square 5:

"I can do this all day"

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

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When your mobile phone rang, waking you up, you mentally hoped it wasn't a mission. After a long time, you had finally been able to take a break from the hectic pace of life you were leading at S.H.I.E.L.D.

Fortunately, it was an unimportant message, so you left your mobile phone; you didn't have to go to the Triskelion, so if you woke Steve up at that moment... you picked up your mobile phone again to check the time; it was four in the morning, so if you woke him up at that moment, you could have some fun before breakfast.

You got on top of Steve and started kissing his hair, then you started going down his neck without stopping kissing him. You knew how much he liked you waking him up that way, and it was also very useful for what you wanted.

"It's not fair," Steve mumbled, turning around and putting you under him. "You're playing dirty, Y/N," he complained.

"Are you sure?" you questioned as you ran your hand down his hip to where you knew you would have complete control. When you came, he let out a growl. "I know what you like, and we seem to have time to enjoy each other."

He took your hand and began to run his tongue slowly down your neck, paying attention to all the parts he knew gave you the most pleasure.

You lost track of time as soon as you started, just as you had already lost track of the number of orgasms you had had; however, your stomach began to protest, and you needed to eat something before continuing.

"I can do this all day."

"I know, but I need to eat something to recover my energy; I don't have the serum like you," you answered.

Steve took your hand and kissed it. "Okay, but we'll continue with this later," he said as he lightly and playfully ran his hand up and down your thigh.

[hederasgarden]

Operation Elevator

Summary: Claire plays matchmaker when she realizes Six need a little help wooing their new neighbor. Pairing: Sierra Six x F!Reader Word Count: 780 Rating: Gen. Claire being sneaky, humor, brief mention of a panic attack and being trapped in a small space. A/N: This is stupid and silly but I needed to write something goofy and fun. Thank you @hoe-on-the-range for beta’ing, @whatblogisthis216 for holding my hand while I wrote this and @a-reader-and-a-writer for her help as well.

It takes 50 dollars and an overpriced pineapple upside-down cake from the bougie bakery on 6th street to convince the super of the apartment building to agree to Claire’s scheme. As plans went, it was pretty simple. Trap you and Six in the elevator long enough to get you talking and realize you liked one another. The hardest part was getting the timing right because Six liked his routine and you apparently worked from home.

Claire knew you liked Six. It was obviously from the way you stammered and babbled anytime you saw him. Whenever she ran into you alone you were normal, chatting to her about school or the weather, but if Six was there your voice got all high pitched and you gestured weirdly. You also brought them welcome cookies, for god’s sake. No one did that – especially not in New York City. Six was even more awkwardly robotic than normal with you but Claire saw the way he stared at you whenever he ran into you in the lobby. She also caught him on your Instagram page a couple of times which was sloppy for a spy. Civilian life was clearly making him soft but that was fine by Claire, it made her plan easier to pull off.

What Claire doesn’t count on is you having a full-blown panic attack when the elevator screeches to a halt or the way Six seems to blue screen for a full minute before he jumps into action. Thankfully the super is distracted enough by his fourth slice of pineapple upside-down cake that he doesn’t notice what’s happening on the security camera. Claire feels a little bad about that part but after a few minutes, Six has you calm again. There’s no audio but whatever he says makes you smile and he hesitantly reaches up to touch the side of your face. You’ve still got a hold of the front of his shirt and for a hot second, Claire thinks you might kiss but then Six looks away and you duck your head, staring at your shoes.

Claire huffs, annoyed. Apparently, he was only a man of action when bullets were flying or lives were in danger. But that’s fine, Claire has contingencies. Six taught her that much.

“I don’t know how, but I know you were involved,” Six tells her later that night, in the middle of their weekly movie night.

“Listen,” Claire starts, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth and chewing loudly enough to make Six’s eye twitch a little. “I have no idea what you’re talking about but if I did, you should probably know you sent her some very nice flowers and invited her out for coffee tomorrow, mkay?”

“Claire,” he says, sounding so put out she rolls her eyes at him and pauses the movie.

“Oh my god, you’re literally killing me here. It’s bad enough you low key internet stalk her, but then you liked a photo of hers from over a year ago. It’s embarrassing, Six! She clearly likes you. What’s the hold up?”

“First, it’s not stalking, it’s called doing recon on our neighbors.”

“Sure,” Claire says. “I didn’t see you doing a deep dive on Mr. Anderson in 3B’s instagram account.”

“Mr. Anderson lives in 4B, Claire.”

“Whatever,” she says, waving him off. “You’re meeting her tomorrow at 2pm. Try to be charming and don’t be weird. She seems cool.” Six sighs and rubs his temples, something unexpected flickering in his eyes. “Wait, are you actually nervous?” Claire asks, sitting up straighter.

“No,” he replies too quickly. “Though it’s possible I am mildly concerned this will go poorly.”

“Listen, you were a CIA super spy. You can handle one date with our neighbor. I believe in you,” she says, punching his arm.

“Your confidence in me is inspiring,” Six deadpans.

“Cool. Can we get back to the movie or do you want to talk more about your feelings?” She asks, grinning when he sighs heavily and turns his attention back to the TV.

The next day, Claire can’t be sure exactly how the coffee date goes, but when she catches Six sneaking in after 1am she has a pretty good idea.

“I hope you were safe,” she says, flipping on the light. The only sign she’s caught him by surprise is the way his hand automatically moves towards his hip. Ha. Some super spy.

“Claire…”

“Yeah yeah. I know. It’s past my bedtime. You’re welcome by the way,” she calls out over her shoulder as she heads back down the hall to her bedroom.

A few seconds pass before she hears him speak again, his voice is quiet but clear. “Thank you, Claire.”

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[sinsandsuccubus]

SUNDAY NIGHT - Jack Harlow

Context: “Somethin tell me that a relapse comin.”

Genre: angst

Word Count: 2.2k+

Pairings: Jack Harlow X Ex!Fem!Reader

Warnings: n/a

a/n: Okay, so this concept was based on a story post written by the wonderful @lcandothisallday , called “Promises”, which I have linked at the bottom of this post. Thank you so much for allowing me to recreate your story, I greatly appreciate it.

Also, sorry for any spelling or grammar errors, I kept disassociating when I was reading this back over.

Masterlist ☽☾

                                          ☽ ☾

Please don't let nothing get back to me

I've been trying to detach from you

Deep down though, I wanna know about what the fuck you been up to

Old him could have seen that coming

Fuck you I don't need nothing from ya

I was doing pretty good without you

But something tells me that a relapse coming

It was like high-school all over again. Seeing the school in similar shape as it was when you left brought back nostalgic memories. They had painted the lockers and had given the cafeteria and auditorium, as well as the gym, new looks. Of course, new desks were due, and better spirit and decor were all over the place, but overall? The place was a mirror image of memories. You traced the painted gaps of the brick walls with your finger, getting that same smooth feeling on the tip of your finger. Just as you were rounding the corner to the main hallway, you ran directly into a friend.

“Y/N?” You heard a voice speak, their hands landing on your shoulders to steady you. You looked up at the individual only to see someone you hadn’t seen in a long time.

Well, you’d seen, but not actually seen.

“Urban?” You exclaimed, almost jumping into his arms when he nodded his head.

“Holy shit! It’s so good to see you! You look gorgeous, as always.” He spoke, embracing your body in a tight hug. The black, thin-strapped dress that adorned your body as well as the matching black Louis Vuitton pumps and small diamond necklace. A beautiful tennis bracelet sat on your wrist, your hair styled to perfection, almost looking like you walked fresh off the runway.

You had made a name for yourself in your career field, which had put you in a pretty stable financial bracket.

Besides, it was always best to one-up the hoes of your old high-school at your reunion.

Especially since the Jack Harlow was in attendance.

You reflected back on those days when you both were smitten with each other, two teenagers in love. You, actually, often reflect back on it every time he posts on Instagram.

Not that you follow him on Instagram or anything.

No, you totally only see him through Urban’s account, which tags his account in things.

Right.

You and Jack had broken up shortly before his debut album, That’s What They All Say, Jack allowing the fame to take over his personal life and relationships. At least, that’s how you see things.

“Y/N, I swear it means nothing. You know that you’re everything to me, it’s all a part of the game baby. I’ve gotta remain a heartthrob for all the fans.”

“But you had to say you were single during that interview?! You couldn’t have diverted the question? Gave a different answer?”

“Like what Y/N?!”

“Oh, I don’t know Jack. Maybe ‘That’s for me to know and for you to never find out.’ Or, or! ‘I’ll leave it up to y’all to think and decide the answer.’ Anything that didn’t scream “Hey, I’m totally single and out for grabs.”

“You know that’s not it works baby. I have to follow a script.”

“Yeah, and I have to follow my gut.”

“What are you saying?”

“I want to break up.”

Sure, you had broken it off, but if Jack hadn’t played the part, you’d still be together.

Maybe.

“Yeah, and you still smell like weed Urban.”

“Seriously, it’s that bad? I thought that cologne I bought would hide the smell good enough.” He pulled up the collar of his shirt to smell himself, looking around the hallway you two were standing lone in. You laughed at his jester, slapping his shoulder.

“I swear you don’t change.”

“And neither do you Y/N.” He looked around again. “I swear Jack was just around here, he’ll be happy to see you.”

“Mm, I don’t think so.”

“Come on Y/N, don’t think like that.”

“Urban, how can I not? I broke up with him when he needed me.”

“Y/N, you and I both know that wasn’t the case. You got out before the fame got to him, which I don’t blame you for. It’s a little too much for me sometimes if you really wanna ask.” He put a hand on your shoulder, sliding it down to rest on your bicep.

“Look, 2fo and the rest of the guys are throwing an after-party after the reunion and I want you to come.”

“Urban, I don’t-“

“Don’t worry about Jack, don’t come for him. Come for me.” He looked you in the eyes, firm in his word.

“Fine. Only for you Urby.”

“I love it when you call me that.”

It was a house party. Urban had let you know before he gave you the address, and you thought it was a good idea to make a pit stop home to change the look.

Designer heels at a house party? In the backyard? Not a good idea.

Urban greeted you at the door and handed you a wine cooler, guiding you to the backyard where everyone surrounded the fire pit.

“Are there marshmallows?” You asked Urban, whispering in his ear.

“Yup. Some of the chocolate is infused though.”

“Of course it is.” You and Urban laughed before catching the eyes of a few of some other people.

“Y/N! Whatcha doin here?!” 2fo ran up and gave you a hug, squeezing you in his embrace.

“Urban invited me, figured I’d stop in.”

“Stop in? You’re staying. Come sit with us by the fire.” 2fo practically dragged you towards the pit, plopping you down in one of the free seats.

“Yo Y/N, how’s it going? How’s life?” Copelean spoke, giving you a fist bump as you set next to him. Sunni tipped his hat, proceeding to continue roasting his marshmallows.

“Pretty damn good. I made a name for myself after I graduated uni, I flew in just for the reunion.”

“How long are you here for?” 2fo asked, taking a hit off the blunt Urban passed.

“Another two days. I’m catching up with a couple of my girlfriends before heading back out.”

“And you weren’t gonna stop by?”

“I didn’t think Jack would like that.”

The area got silent, tension slowly filling the area. Before Sunni cut it with a knife.

“Y/N, I don’t think it was your fault at all. Yeah, you broke up with him, but you wanted out before the fame.” He spoke, taking a long sip of his beer.

“Yeah, and I can respect that. You never seemed like the type to be attracted to the spotlight. I remember when you got published for an article and you wanted to be published as “anonymous”. Cope spoke, laughing as he passed the blunt back to Urban.

“Listen, I was embarrassed-“

“It was good work.”

“Never said it wasn’t. I just didn’t want everyone to know it was me who wrote that long-ass paper.”

“Yeah yeah. Whatever. Either way, I don’t blame you. We all don’t. We just wish you would have stayed in touch with us at least.”

You nodded your head at all of them, them smiling in return.

“Well. Enough of that! Pass me a s’more, without the special chocolate.” Everyone laughed, Urban passing you the unopened bar of Hersey chocolate. An hour passed as you caught up with them all, sharing stories.

“Yeah, so then he thinks it’s a great idea to race with no shoes on in the dorm lobby. So then, as he rounds the corner, he slips and slides smack into the pole. That’s when I learned he was a lightweight.” Everyone laughed at your story, Urban turning his head as a figure appeared.

“Hey, every- Y/N? What are you doing here?” Jack spoke, his voice changing from happy to annoyed. You stood up, turning to face your ex.

“Nice to see you too Jack.” You folded your arms over your chest, Urban placing an arm over your shoulder as he stood.

“I invited her. It’s been a while since we’ve all seen her, I thought it would be good to catch up.”

“Yeah, without telling me. I greatly appreciate it.”

“Not everything is about you Jack.”

“No, it’s not. But I would have appreciated it if someone had told me my ex was coming.” Once again, it was silent.

“I texted you.” Urban spoke, eyeing Jack with narrow eyes.

“Yeah well, I obviously didn’t see it.”

“Yeah, and I obviously shouldn’t be here. If you’re gonna act like that.” You spoke, grabbing a napkin to wipe your hands of the remaining s’more.

“Y/N, don’t go.” Sunni spoke, now sitting up in his lawn chair.

“Actually, I think it’s a good idea.” Jack spoke, making your eyes widen.

“Okay, I get it, you’re hurt by me breaking up with you, but I’d expect you to be more mature than to hold grudges Jack.”

“Yeah, well, you thought wrong. How did you think I would react after you left me?”

“And how did you think I felt when you went on that interview?”

“You’re still on that?” Jack sighed.

“Yes, Jack! I am because that’s the main reason we broke up! I couldn’t live like that knowing I was your dirty little secret.”

“Yeah, well maybe I should have stayed single. Wouldn’t have to deal with you bitchin'.”

You stared at Jack in silence, tension higher than before. You clenched your fist, close to slapping him across the face.

“Say that one more time, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

“I said, maybe I should have stay-“

“That’s enough Jack.” Urban spoke sternly, dropping his arm from your shoulders to look at him.

“What? Y’all act like she didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Because she didn’t. We all saw how you acted during that interview, and we all can see how your fans are with you now. Y/N’s not cut out for that, and you know it.” Copelean stood up, moving to stand next to you.

“Damn, so y’all really gonna do me like that?” Jack spoke, glaring at his friends.

“Don’t worry about it guys. I’ll take my leave.” You spoke firmly, spinning around and heading for the patio doors.

“Y/N, wait!” You threw your hand up in response, grabbing the keys to your car off the counter, all the while Urban took to Jack.

“Are you fucking serious dude? You couldn’t have been more of an ass?”

“What? Y’all seriously thought I’d be okay with my ex at my party? Especially that ex.”

“Look, we get it, she broke your heart, but think about it Jack. How would you feel if she went on an interview claiming she was single for the world to see?” Sunni questioned, now folding his arms now his chest.

“I would say it’s for the business.”

“Bullshit. You were furious when Jason Rudolph asked her to prom. And she rejected him right in front of you.” 2fo spoke, raising an eyebrow.

“Face it Jack, you’re upset because you let a good one get away.” Urban spoke, angrily.

“You don’t get.”

“Oh no, I think I do get it. But what you don’t see is the other side. Y/N is my friend too. I was there when she cried after she broke it off. I was there when she felt guilty about it. I was there those nights she texted you and you never responded. And I was there when she decided to move so she wouldn’t have the reminder of you constantly there. You don’t know how bad she felt. She did it to protect herself. You can’t blame her for that.”

Jack was silent. He was taking in all of the opinions of his friends. And truthfully, he believed it. He knew he was in the wrong. He truly hadn’t looked at the other side. And truthfully, he would have done the same.

You had began to start your driving playlist before Jack appeared at your window, scaring you before you chose to roll it down.

“Yes Jack?”

“Look, I’m sorry for what I said out there. I was out of line.” He moved as you stepped out of your car, looking him dead in his face as he spoke.

“I get what you did, why you did it. I understand why you broke up with me. You were only protecting yourself, putting yourself first, and I honestly don’t blame you for it. Now that I see it, I would have done the same.”

You looked at your ex, his curls shining in the, now, moonlight of the night. His crystal blue eyes stared into yours, sending shivers down your spine. Yet you stood firm in your word.

“I’m not stupid Jack. I know you probably listened to what the guys said and brought yourself out here to apologize.” You making air quotes around the apologize.

“Y/N..”

“I get it. I get it why you’re upset. I broke your heart. Trust me, I understand. But what you don’t understand is that I broke my own as well. I wanted to be with you, I wanted to see you succeed. I wanted to be there when you made it big, don’t you get that? But that interview was just a preview of what our lives could look like if we stayed together. And I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t want to put myself in that position. Can you seriously hate me that much because I needed to put myself first?” You paused as you looked at him, waiting for him to say anything, anything at all.

But it was silent.

“Exactly what I thought.” You opened your car door, lowering yourself into the vehicle.

“I hope everything goes well for you Jack. And good luck with your new album.” And with that, you sped off into the night, tears in your eyes.

Please don't let nothing get back to me

I've been trying to detach from you

Deep down though, I wanna know about what the fuck you been up to

Old him could have seen that coming

Fuck you I don't need nothing from ya

I was doing pretty good without you

But something tells me that a relapse coming

-

[brettesims]

On Humanitarianism

I don’t know if there is anything more painful as an advocate or humanitarian than to be silenced, but the mass silencing of advocacy is happening around the world. When you speak out “they”; the powers that be can threaten your work, freeze your social media platforms, delete your whole page, remove your followers - on and on. Since the U.S. Government has ownership over all platforms now pretty much (except this one) - including TikTok; which was said to be Chinese owned and run, but that’s another Government lie. If you’re targeted; that happens across all platforms. This happened to me and it’s been exhausting.

Then there are family or “friends” who have no concept of the world at large or anything that is actually happening with the Zionist regime essentially taking over the world; the “free world” or “new world order” as they call it. Ignorant people add to the silencing, shunning, and canalization of you, because externally it appears as if you are losing social media “clout”.

Advocates and humanitarians are highly educated and functional people; we have to be. So when we can’t use social tools as we aim to use them, it’s a problem. I ran my business from just my Instagram account for years. But with instagrams Zionist takeover and ownership my accounts are shadow banned and heavily monitored.

For awhile I was like, “fuck this, let me just not use it, let me pull away.” But then I realized the platform hiding humanitarians, spiritualists, and artists accounts is just a psyop and mental tactic of dehumanization. Abiding by it - even if there are no “likes” on the posts, would only be complying to the system I advocate against.

A humanitarian without a voice or platform is like an artist without a space to create or art supplies. So, after a year of being more silent than I’ve ever been on social media due a racist, fascist and bigoted regime, that most civilians don’t know they are subconsciously under the influence of… I have decided to activate my voice once again.

I’ve decided to leave the fear behind and a huge reason; maybe the only reason for this new found courage has come from me watching the resiliency, faith and steadfastness of Palestinians standing up to Zionists.

I thought to myself; Palestinians are out here risking their lives daily, under threat of having social platforms taken away, Zionists not only tapping their phones, but also calling them and threatening to have bombs literally dropped their heads. If they can risk all this in a war zone, I can take the risk, be resilient and remain steadfast as well.

Today also marks the one year point of the war in Sudan. Most people know very little about what’s going on in Sudan, because they cut the internet. They have been dark for 2 months now, but it’s sporadic.

I first began learning about Sudan and advocating against genocide in college. I will no longer be silent about it, because while joy and lightness can absolutely be found in war times; we are living in a genocidal world and that’s just the reality.

So I write this; really for myself, but also to alert you dear community that the time is in fact NOW. Actively BE the change you want to see, or you will SEE change you do not wish to actively manifest.

Move forward with faith and grace; using your voice for the freedom of generations that follow. Remain steadfast community!

~ B

[mexicana-hermosa]

The Post

Father!Miguel x teen!reader (platonic obv)

a/n: my first post ever on here.. i’m not the best at writing but i’m almost not the worst😭 i literally love the thought of miguel as a father and i haven’t found a lot of fics about it so i decided to just write my own😭 anyway, i hope people actually see this and enjoy it!😭 also sorry if there’s spelling mistakes, i wrote this with a bandaid on my thumb and it made it difficult to type NOT PROOFREAD!!!!

Summary: After begging Miguel, he finally lets you get instagram.

Your father was hesitant, but you wouldn’t stop begging him. So he reluctantly gave you permission to get instagram. He always said when you turned 14 he’d let you get instagram. But he never realized how fast you would turn 14.

“Pero papá! You said when I turned 14 you’d let me get instagram!” You pleaded as you groaned.

“I know mijita but I just don’t think you’re old enough for it.” He explained as as he rubbed his temples.

“Papá pleaseeeee!” You begged as you to pressed your palms together for dramatic effect.

“Ay, fine! Fine.” Miguel said as he finally gave in to your request.

“Yes! ¡Gracias papá!” You exclaimed as you gave him a big hug and ran upstairs to your bedroom.

“What have I done..” Your father whispered to himself as he huffed.

You jumped onto your bed excitedly as you opened your phone to download Instagram. Once it downloaded, you excitedly made your account. You made it private since you knew Miguel would lose his shit if you made it public. But really, you didn’t want the whole world to know what you were posting. You squealed excitedly as you set up your account. After you got everything done, you called your friends so you can follow each other. After an hour of talking, Miguel called for you.

“Y/n! Dinner is ready, niñita!” Miguel shouted from downstairs.

“I have to go guys, see you at school.” You said before hanging up and making your way downstairs.

“I made your favorite.” Miguel told you with a soft smile as he kissed the top of your head.

“Thanks.” You replied back with a smile as you sat at your signature

“Have you gotten your little instagram yet?” Miguel asked teasingly as he set your plate in front of you.

“Of course I have! Don’t worry though, I made the account private so you wouldn’t go bat shit insane.” You teased him as you giggled.

“Hey, what have I told you about cussing?” Miguel lectured you as he gave you a light smack on the shoulder before sitting down on his spot of the table.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry…” You apologized awkwardly as you took a bite of your food.

“It’s fine.” Miguel said as he huffed. “How about after school me and you go get ice cream?” Your father offered with a slight excited tone.

“Sure.” You accepted with a soft smile as you looked down at your food, taking another bite out of it.

“You know how much I love you?” Miguel asked in a soft tone as he set his fork down.

You always knew the answer. Only because he always said this to you, and your answer was always…

“How much?” You asked as you tilted your head, as if you genuinely hadn’t a clue.

“To the moon and back infinity times.” Miguel said playfully as he chuckled.

“Oh wow, I really wouldn’t have guessed.” You mocked him playfully as you laughed.

Secretly, you loved when he would say that. It gave you reassurance when you weren’t feeling good.

a/n: AHHHH!!!! This was lowkey ass😓 but hope you enjoy. Also the end was a little insert of my dad. He always used to tell me that when I was little 😭

[lex-feldz]

I loved that model! Annabeth fic! Can you do a similar one to @foreverfangirl’s that they just posted where Annabeth gets jealous but put your own twist on it?

I think you mean @forevfangirlwrites because they have the actress Annabeth au which I do love!!! And ofc!! Here:

Annabeth yawned, joining Percy on the couch. They were at his place this weekend; the Manhattan air made her feel alive. Also, making it the perfect photo op, but the planet burning is a bit more of a concern.

Percy scrolled through Instagram, Annabeth sucked into her true crime dramas, content to be in her boyfriend’s arms. He chuckled occasionally, the sound reverberating through her, warming her inside.

As the clock neared nine, she started her nighttime routine of ice rollers and face masks, Percy still on his phone.

“Oh that’s weird.” Percy said, almost like he forgot he was with anyone.

“What’s weird?” Annabeth asked, poking her head in from putting her ice back in the freezer. At least half of her stuff has been moved in unofficially, and though she won’t admit it, she wants to move the rest of her stuff in. That way, she can look at it next to his stuff, and her stuff can be friends with his stuff.

“This girl I went to high school with just texted me.” He said, still not looking up from his phone.

“Why is that weird?”

“Because she never talked to me before.”

“What did she say?” Annabeth asked, an edge to her voice.

“She just said ‘hey.’” He chuckled a little as he said it, tugging at that edge she was trying to keep from biting his head off.

“Are you going to reply?” Her tone came out as edge free as possible, considering how possessive she could be over him.

“I already did.” He said, shutting his phone off finally to look up at her. She was, admittedly, not in her best outfit, just a ratty t-shirt and sweatpants. “Are you almost ready to go to bed?”

“Yeah. Let me just finish up in the bathroom.” She said, her voice coming out smaller.

As she continued her routine, brushing her teeth, whitening strips, and more moisturizers, she heard Percy outright laughing now.

“What?!” Annabeth called from the bathroom, edge evident now.

“She just said something funny is all.”

“Who is this again?” Annabeth asked, that very edge becoming more prominent the more she tried to keep it out of her voice.

“She was the popular girl at my school, which is crazy, because why would she be texting me? Like me?” Disbelief in his voice.

“Hey.” Annabeth said sternly, walking over to where he was on the couch and straddling him. “Don’t talk about my boyfriend like that.”

His hands found their place on her hips, his phone forgotten for the time being as she ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his neck.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t very popular back in high school. You know, the whole stoner thing.” He gripped her hips, keeping her close. It was more validating than it should have been.

“What did you say to her?”

“That I could see her Friday for lunch, why?” He asked between kisses.

“Just be careful.”

“I’m a big boy, she can’t hurt me anymore.”

“Anymore?”

“Well, she used to throw garbage at me and Grover when we would hide out under the bleachers. Understandably, we were like gremlins hiding out, afraid of the sun and oh god was it a bad idea to feed us after midnight, ask my suspended ubereats account.”

“Sounds like you were a rebel.”

Annabeth gave him a deep kiss in hopes of holding him over before standing up to redo everything she’d done, having smeared most of her moisturizer on Percy’s neck now.

Percy climbed into bed after squeezing and brushing his teeth between Annabeth’s mishigas of tasks, her face being her brand and all, and was back on his phone.

He laid back into his pillows, his phone buzzing non-stop now.

“Who is it now?” Annabeth asked as she climbed into bed beside him.

“It’s still that girl—Rachel, I guess she doesn’t go to bed at a reasonable time like some people.” Percy said, smiling as he pinched her stomach playfully and grabbed her, pulling her into his chest.

“Well, tell her you have to go to sleep or I’ll be cranky without all my beauty sleep.”

“Right.” He laughed, reaching for his phone, Annabeth settling in on his chest. He kissed the top of her head, maybe sensing some insecurity.

[pammei]

Our moms?!

Rindou Haitani x reader (chatfic) 

Chapter 1-3 from Our moms by pammeiwammei (me) on Wattpad

❥@Rindog has followed you.

'Rindou? Followed me?' I glare at my phone deciding if i should call hina or not. "Y/n, done with homework?" "Yes mom" She looks around "Oh by the way you know my new friend Sara? Well I met one of her sons and he goes to your school so I gave him your instagram."

Oh shit.

"Mom, why would you give my instagram to a stranger?!" I yelled at her thinking about what I'm gonna do in school tomorrow.

She looked at me with disappointment "Y/n watch your tone, and there's no harm in making new friends, is this about not wanting to be friends with guys?"

There she goes jumping into conclusions again. "No mom it's just he's not the nicest in my school okay?"

She just nodded and left

☕︎Instagram dms☕︎

❥Rindog: Yo y/n, seen ya around school but never talked to ya

❥Y/n_l/n: Um yeah.. Nice to meet you ig?

❥Rindog: No need to be so awkward i know imma lil intimating but i dont hurt girls

❥Y/n_l/n: Oh my bad for assuming

❥Rindog: all good👍

7:04 seen

❥@Randog has followed you.

'Oh shit, ran too?'

♡@Y/n_l/n has been added to group chat 'bros'♡

❥@Randog: Hey y/n its nice to meet ya ;)

❥@Y/n_l/n: Uh hi? Why was i added?

❥@Rindog: Ran wanted to meet ya Sorz for not askin before adding ya

'Why do they type like that tf'

❥@Randog: Its okay broski they shouldn't be offended over this LMAO

'Broski? BYE THE RED FLAGS'

❥@Y/n_l/n: Sorry my moms calling i gtg byebye.

❥@Rindog: See bro ya scared them away

☕︎Instagram dms☕︎

❥@Rindog: Hey sorry for ran he doesnt know how to talk to girls 4:28 seen Yo im real sorry if we offended ya 5:13 seen

❣︎ Meanwhile on the call with Hina and Emma:

"Why are they so desperate HELP" both I and Hina laugh at Emma's comment on the brothers.

"I don't know man but this whole thing is very suspicious, like how they keep dming me," I say as I try to clean my room "I mean it's funny how thirsty the popular guys are."

"Y/n, Sara just called and told me you've been ignoring her son." mom informs me as I try to hold my laugh

as soon as my mom left my room I look at the screen to see Emma and Hina looking like the skull emoji, then we all laughed so fucking hard I started choking.

"THEY-- REALlY TOLD THEIR- MOM PFFTTT." Emma said as we all started choking and snorting.

❣︎

@Y/n_l/n has added @drakens_bae4life, @Hina_Hanagaki to group chat 'bros'

❥@Randog: who the hell?

❥@drakens_bae4life: really? randog? 💀

❥@Randog: stfu

❥@Hina_Hanagaki: can yall not fight? 😕

❥@Randog can you shut up? 🥺

❥@Rindog: ran shut up for a second

❥@Randog: you a simp? │ ↳ ❥@Rindog: bro 💀  im just being nice bruh chill

♥︎@Randog is typing♥︎ ♡@Randog was kicked♡ ♡@drakens_bae4life was kicked♡ ♡@Hina_Hanagaki was kicked♡

❥@Rindog: y/n i understand that ran is an asshole sometimes hes just a lil messed in the head ya know? dont take the things he says to heart, he probs doesnt mean them just dont argue with him like if things go too far he might hurt you or your friends physically so just bear with him alr?

❥@Y/n_l/n: wow that kinda really nice of you to say thanks ill try but i am a little bit sensitive:(

❥@Rindog: completely understandable if anything he says or does bothers you just dm me ill deal with it Y/n reacted with a '❤︎' 5:48 seen

❣︎

"Y/n you're really quiet what's happening?" Hina asks,

"Rin's actually kinda nice.." I say awkwardly knowing it's gonna surprise them.

"who the fuck are you because you're not Y/n," Emma replied.

" Y/n, ARE YOU BLUSHING? GOODBYE GET SOME REST YOU NEED IT." Emma said and soon after left Hina also left not long after.

❥@Rindog: [link to a server]

❥@Y/n_l/n: sorryz i dont use discord 😋

❥@Rindog: want me to make ya an account?

❥@Y/n_l/n: forsure go ahead

❥@Rindog: user: bald ran#6969 password:ilovecatssm36

❥@Y/n_l/n: you like cats? nice

❥@Rindog: i mean sure but i just picked a random pass

❥@Y/n_l/n: logging in now ❤︎Read 10:19❤︎ As you log in you notice the two people in your friends list 'rindog#6969' and 'randawg#0690'. wow they really need new usernames.

☕︎Discord dms☕︎

❥Rindog: yo :wavingpenis:

❥bald ran: woah hi :catcrying: wait do i have the nitro thing or something?

❥Rindog: yeah thought ya might like it

❥bald ran: stop you didnt have tooooooo im gonna have to pay you back☹️

❥Rindog: NONO dont worry consider it a gift :)

☕︎Instagram groupchat: two married and one single person☕︎

❥@Y/n_l/n: EMMMA HINNAAAAAAAAAAJAJAHSHWHAHAU MEOWWQWWWWWWWWW

(Pretend you see the emotes.)MEOW RAWR MEOWMEOW

❥Hina: OH MY @EMMA LOOK ❥Emma: what? WHAT THE FUCK Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N REPLY RIGHT FUCKING NOW

❥Y/n: meow 🤭

❥Emma: y/n

❥Y/n: what

❥Emma: you downloaded discord for him? i thought you were over that app after your e dating phase🤨

❥Y/n: BUT HE MADE ME AN ACCOUNT I COULDNT SAY NO

❥Hina: also tell that ran bitch to go eat dick he was suck a dick to me last time😢

❥Y/n: yeah forsure hina

❥Emma: downloading discord rn i was talking to mikey about what happened and he said theres a toman server. drakens there

❥Hina: INVITE ME TOO

☕︎Discord dms: Randawg#0690☕︎

❥bald ran: eat dick (from my friend you argued with last time)

❥randawg: bitch what send addy rn pussyio

❥bald ran youre not scaring anyone LMAO

❥randawg: jeez ok😢

"Y/n Sara just called, im disappointed why would you ever be mean to my friends son?" aint no way "💀"

☕︎Discord dms: Rindog#6969☕︎

❥bald ran: can you and your brother stop telling your mom that im being mean to you guys, i cant play roblox for a week now

❥Rindog: ran did that?🤭

❥bald ran: yes

❥Rindog: brb beating him up

❥bald ran: alright cya goodnight:)

❥Rindog: oh youre sleeping already? goodnight:) ❤︎Reacted with ♡❤︎

[chicken-delight]

OK here is my voice to text two cents. Don’t think it’s gonna be as bad as we think. I think there’s some of you who just don’t like Timothy because he’s famous. And that’s OK. I don’t think he’s great. I think he’s OK. Hated him as Laurie in little women. But that’s besides the point. he is doing his best. I do think that they’re gonna make Joan a manic pixie dream girl who’s only in the movie for 30 minutes. Are we truly expecting it to be any other way? It’s Hollywood. I think this is all depending on the quality of the writing in the writing of the story. I don’t know anything about this director. But as long is it a genuinely good story about a person I’m ok. like that’s my main issue with like the doors movie for instance. Not only is it a false retelling it’s also a bad movie. And that’s the worst combo. That’s the worst crime. Anyways, don’t take it out on Timothy. He’s the pawn. He’s just a guy. and anyways, like no movies ever gonna capture the depth of Bob Dylan. I wish they would’ve picked well. I wish it could’ve either been like a from birth to now story even though they’d be missing a lot of things, but I do wish it were more about going electric but then what happened after not really the buildup because that’s just kind of boring. I don’t know I feel like the Woodstock. And like the Nashville period Is really more interesting than him putting on the electric guitar for the first time. Even though like you know culturally, this is a substantial thing. That people don’t know about people don’t appreciate. And maybe they’re using Timothy as kind of a gateway for the uncultured youth of today that’s supposed to be an air quotes to access. Or at least access the importance of putting poetry to rock ‘n’ roll music. Anyways, I’m losing my train of thought. I need to direct the movie about Bob and Sara and their kids in Woodstock on the trampoline. I’ll do it. I don’t even like movies. But I’ll do it. Someone hire me. Marty!!!! and I also want to say like. We can not like Timothy. And that’s OK. And a little bit of gatekeeping is OK too but just have your hearts open. Even if it’s just a crack open. We don’t want to be haters. I know there’s memes about being haters, but in reality everyone is a lover. And that’s just what I think. Open your heart. If it sucks. It sucks if it’s OK it’s OK. I don’t even wanna go there to say that if it’s good, it’s good. But you never know. Bob is something so personal to me. And I do kind of feel like people are stepping on the sacredness of my connection with Bob’s music by making a movie with you know some young heartthrob in it. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t still have my own relationship with the music. you know? And I will say like like in high school this is funny I did run a Timothée Chalamet fan Instagram account that was quite famous. OK well I didn’t run it. I ran it the girl who ran it and like got all the crazy number followers posted something like I need someone to admin and and it was me so I don’t wanna take all the credit but I used to do that. I thought he was cute. Sue me. I like again like I don’t mind him. I don’t think he’s awesome now but he’s just like whatever. And it’s just like funny for me because it was like right after I started doing that account that I started like really really listening to Bob Dylan. So it’s kind of just like a funny coincidence for me personally. OK I don’t really know where else I’m going with this OK bye

[gobbluthbutagirl]

lmaooooo i understand the concept of being skeptical about stuff on the internet but what do we do when that happens? we go on google.com and we independently verify. we DON’T spend the two seconds it would take to do that reblogging and/or commenting to say that we don’t know if it’s real or not and/or we don’t think that it’s real. and like a)i had no clue the post would blow up like that or i would’ve included the source to start and b)the first person to link the article in a reblog did so BEFORE the first person to question whether or not it was real. meaning literally everybody who wasn’t sure could have simply checked the notes and they would have seen it. not to mention google is free, variety is not behind a paywall, and michael imperioli’s instagram is available to be viewed publicly without an account. plus i’ve seen this covered in so many other publications since? like even fox ran a story on it. if you read the news in any capacity. you have seen this by now. it showed up in apple news trending stories earlier. like tell me you get all your news from tumblr without telling me you get all your news from tumblr. also the post got 6,000+ notes overnight and 9,000+ more by the 22-hour mark and believe it or not some of those were indeed people acting stupid. an alex jones stan literally reblogged and asked if “this guy,” as in michael imperioli, as in the actor who played christopher moltisanti, “has even watched the sopranos.” so i think considering the circumstances op is allowed to be a little mean. As a treat