#and when I saw this trend on Twitter I knew immediately who I had to draw

[sucharandomwolf]

Anyway did this when the trend was going off on Twitter

[getyourdirtyhandsoffme]

D-RIDING?! PART ONE

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

GENDER: FTM READER

SUMMARY: You are quite a popular YouTuber who makes random content for your fans to enjoy until one day you got drunk and "accidentally" posted a tweet in your official account making it go viral for not only the world to see, but even a certain idol you had a crush since 2019.

GENRE(S): Comedy, Fluff, A bit explicit (in part one), hurt/comfort a bit

WARNING(S): Didn't really proof read it or use a Grammer site to fix anything. If I got anything wrong well..ill fix it when I'm not tired (or not). If you haven't seen any BuzzFeed's thirst tweets, you have been warned. The reader is going through every stage of grief. Mentions of drinking, you being drunk, mentions of "Dick Riding", a few of thirsty comments. You're getting called "Pretty Boy." Explicit comments but nothing action, yet. You are a bottom (sorry y'all!) Kinda cringe. You fanboying non-stop.

CAREER: Idol-Bang Chan (26) + Youtuber-Y/N (25)

OTHER(S): all edited by me. Chan has a private channel but he did reveal his YouTube account in this story. Ethan, Antione and SanaVana are your best friends.

Some mistakes on the edits as well but wtv

Please reblog, like or/and comment!

(We are going to pretend this is around SKZ LALALA Era, thank you very much! Not restarting the edits!)

You couldn't believe your eyes when you opened Twitter (Or X...) As you see thousands of notifications of a certain post you made when you were drunk with your friends at a birthday party.

You felt yourself wanting to scream but all you could do is stare in shock, having your mouth hanging a bit while reading the comments stating that your idol, Bang Chan from StrayKids, read your tweet.

Not in private, but apparently he finally accepted an interview with BuzzFeed to read Thirst Tweets.

Since when did he have the balls to do that?

You groaned as you even saw the hashtags that were trending: #YnnityD-RIDE #BangChanThirstTweets #BuzzFeedBangChan #YnnityMoment

You honestly wanted to cry because you didn't know how to face your fans when you make a live stream later. You promised the fans that you were going to play that one horror game that your fans have been requesting.

At this point, you thought about just cancelling it while disappearing. Dramatic but you couldn't help it.

The Bang Chan read your tweet.

Well, you never saw the video and honestly you didn't want to. You found out that your tweet was not only read but even edited into the thumbnail with Bang Chan fine ass self beside it from a friend's screenshot.

You were mentally regretting this while weeping but you didn't want to disappoint your fans from a promise you made so you calmed yourself as you got ready to Go Live.

You place your mouse pad down and then connect a few wires into your computer. You went to your channel as you Go Live, with a title going by "Gaming and reacting to a certain video."

Just by that title, everyone immediately clicked the live.

You sat there, nervously biting your lip out of habit while fixing yourself in front of the camera.

You even waved to everyone while trying not to seem like you about to trust fall on top of a building.

"As you may see from this title, you probably know what certain video I'm going to watch, yes?"

Everyone commented "yes" while a few sent question marks but other than that they are curious of what the video is and my reaction.

"I didn't see the video yet but I immediately clicked on the app, saw my notifications, saw what's trending and even a screenshot from my friend. I am crazy embarrassed. I was drunk and the fact that she saw me tweeted this is the most crazy part. I knew she was my enemy since DAY ONE!" You shouted a bit at the end, joking but honestly not really as you make a dramatic 'number one' finger in front of the camera.

"Anyways, I already got it set up, just let me know if you guys can hear it or not..."

You mentally screamed as you tried to click on the video but you were so hesitant that the fans called you out on it.

"Y'all, we got it! Hold up, I'm just scared of how he is going to react! Ahhh!" You grabbed your forehead as you finally clicked on it.

You watched as Chan nervously laughed at the camera while introducing himself with his hot Australian accent. You felt yourself smiling as you tried not to fanboy just by his introduction.

"Ah, Hello everyone and my lovely stays! My name is Bang Chan, the leader of StrayKids, you can even call me Chris, and today...I'm finally reading your crazy thirst tweets. I don't know how I mentally agreed to this but I am curious so let's get started shall we, BuzzFeed?"

Chan chuckles nervously as he holds a plastic container full of thirst tweets.

You commented how cute he was while admiring him, ignoring slightly at your fans chat box, even not noticing a certain someone has joined your live stream and even commenting as well making the chat go crazy as they try to grab for your attention.

You continue on watching, make a few comments on the thirst tweets, stating that you agreed with half of the tweets he was reading while cooed on his blushing face:

"I want to ride his big nose"

"I wonder what else is big besides his nose, feet and butt if you know what I'm saying"

"I want that man to manhandle me so bad, it's not funny anymore."

"I want him to fuck me so bad! Uhhh PLEASE DADDY!"

You couldn't help help but laugh at a few, almost forgetting that your tweet was in this video until finally, almost at the end of the video, he pulls the last strip of paper and reads:

"Dick Riding? Yes I am. I'm jumping, hopping, creaming, screaming and latching...onto this man dick until we can't anymore. And in parentheses. We not stopping."

Chan covers his face while laughing as he re-reads the tweet again.

"Jeez, this person really must have that much energy to be going in several rounds. Not only that, this person is verified...how confident you are to send this in your official account. Not gonna lie, I feel like I know who this is..."

He squints as he tries to remember.

"I'll probably figure it out later but thank you! I don't think I have enough energy for that but we can try, yeah? Haha!"

Your eyes wide as you literally scream, jumping around and running around the room then stop running as you walk back, rewatching that clip again.

"Wait, he knows me? HE RECOGNIZES MY ACCOUNT- WAIT WHOA!" That's when you sat down on your gaming chair, literally looking like you were about to sink into the floor as you make your eyes focus on the chat that seems to be spamming non-stop.

You lean in, reading the chat as you questioned them what's wrong until you notice a channel you recognized. Of course who wouldn't recognize it, you literally have a crush on him.

The one and only Bang Chan was watching your live.

At this point, you just accepted your fate as you face palmed yourself as more comments started laughing at you.

"Om my goodness, this cannot be real. Ain't no way you are watching this stream..." You nervously said as you see him commented how cute you were.

You smiled as you started to fanboy again.

"This is so embarrassing you guys!"

Time went by as you ended your live stream. You immediately grabbed your phone and laid down on your bed as you opened Twitter (X) to see Bangchan following you.

You followed him back immediately which I guess it got his attention as he immediately texted you.

CB97: Hey, Y/N! It's nice to finally meet you, well through text that is, haha!

Ynnity: I can't believe you not only read my tweet and joined my live, you even FOLLOWED ME IN HERE!? You must be crazy!

CB97: Of course, I even have you subscribed and followed your Instagram on a private account!

CB97: And crazy? Aren't you the crazy one who sent a tweet on your official account stating you wanted to, and I quote, "Jump, hop, cream, scream, and latch onto my dick non-stop" pretty boy?

Ynnity: HELLO?

CB97: Haha, I'm just saying. Plus, you're funny so why not become friends. I'm quite a big fan of you!

You stared at his text, mostly the part when he called you a "Pretty boy" made you roll around the bed, giggling like a damn school girl. Even surprised that he was a big fan, making even more embarrassed since you always mentioned him in certain videos.

Ynnity: Sure!

Ynnity: hope you don't mind how awkward I'm going to be for a bit..I'm still embarrassed.

CB97: That's fine! I don't mind and there isn't anything to be embarrassed about baby, it's cute how you reacted

CB97: You really do love me, huh? Hahaha

You rolled your eyes as you typed your response.

Ynnity: yeah yeah whatever

CB97: Acting like that even though I literally watched your live stream and saw you admiring and commenting my every move

CB97: Anyways, I read a few of your tweets and one caught my eye

CB97: well, besides that thirst tweet, that's my fav-

CB97: That you are going to see our concert, yeah?

All you did was send a 'thumbs up' emoji, indicating that it was true that you saved up money to be in front row seats to see SKZ performance on the 3rd day.

CB97: Cool! Can't wait to see you in person! However, I need to get back to work, I'll talk to you...well you text me when you are up! Bye bye, pretty boy!

YNNITY: don't overwork yourself old man and yes bye bye to you as well!

You laughed when Chan sent a 'thumbs down' emoji as you turned off your phone, smiling again at the ceiling. You couldn't believe it, you can't wait to go to their concert in three days.

Two days have already passed as you already got dressed up for this concert.

Today is the 3rd and last day of their performance.

You are wearing a black waist coat where your belly and other skin is showing along with a leather black jacket, baggy black pants with a nice star belt around It, a spikey silver necklace and black shoes.

You brought a coat just in case it gets cold as you took pics and uploaded it onto Twitter (X), feeling cute.

You rolled your eyes at your friend's immediate response to your tweet as you walked out of your house, stepped into your car as you get ready to pick up the three dorks.

While driving to their destination, you couldn't help but think about what Chan texted you yesterday.

He is excited to see YOU.

You were biting your lip as you tried to not show a smile when you picked up Antione and apparently Ethan who were standing outside of Antione house, waiting.

They both ran inside, Antione taking the front row while Ethan sit in the back.

You then drove off again to pick up Savannah while the two teased you non-stop about getting noticed by your so called 'Future Husband' which they did stop after you threatened them that you will crash this car if they don't shut up.

You finally picked up Savannah who was excited to see StrayKids, mostly seeing all the pretty lady fans as she comments about wanting to see this one girl that she has been texting the last 5 months.

You laughed with your friends, easing your anxiety down. You all couldn't wait to go while singing, well trying to sing, the songs on the radio.

You all made it into the concert, immediately at the front seat, waiting for the concert to start. Antione had his banner ready, holding a sign that says "Changbin, date me!"

Ethan holds up a LeeBit Plushie, shaking it around while holding a picture of Lee Know next to it.

Savannah holds a sign that just says "The Lesbians (Me) loves you!"

You did think about bringing a sign but all you brought was yourself and friends along with a small Wolfchan keychain hanging around your belt area.

A bunch of fans have showed up—some recognized you as they asked to take pictures, which of course you said yes, taking a few while waving them goodbye. Even Savannah gets to meet the woman that she was talking about, laughing and flirting a bit.

As all of you continue on chattering while the whole stadium gets filled with a bunch of fans, the screens turn on showing a special StrayKids clip, showing all the members walking and posing.

Everyone screams along with you and your friends as well as you see them rising up from below the stage, into positions, ready to perform Megaverse.

You smiled, jumping a bit as the loud music started playing along with fans chanting.

You took out your phone as you started to record while singing some of the lines.

Throughout the whole concert, you and Chan were flirting around when he found you while performing Blind Spot.

He couldn't help but smile in your direction while giving you small hearts. He even goes up to you sometimes, singing a few lines—teasing you—as he walks off.

Even your friends teased you about it, again.

The concert was about to end, your whole body was practically tired from all the screaming and standing up for too long but it was worth it.

All the members lined up as they all said their thankful speech, waving all of them goodbye and couldn't wait to see their fans again next time.

You and your friends left as you forced Ethan to drive since you were so tired.

You were sitting in the front row while Antione and Savannah talked amongst themselves, sometimes Ethan joining in. While that was happening, you open Twitter to see a bunch of notifications again.

Some @ you, showing pictures with your fans along with pictures or videos of you having a moment with Chan.

You smiled as you liked all of them until you got a text from Chan, you clicked the message notification and read what he has sent you.

CB97: Hey, did you enjoy the concert?

CB97: Also you look very handsome with that outfit, very alluring.

You giggled quietly as you quickly replied to him.

Ynnity: of course I enjoyed the concert and thank you! I did say I was trying to attract people in my tweets~

CB97: You did.

CB97: You even got me as well, that one comment from your friend made me laugh that you wanted to be in my Dingie Doom Dum haha!

Ynnity: Well, what if I do? What you going to do about it hm?

Not sure where all that bravery came from but you did it. You waited for him to respond as you did see him trying to type something.

CB97: Well aren't you a brave one.

CB97: why don't you find out. I'll come to you unless you are just trying to flirt. I don't mind as long as you don't mind, love

CB97: I can make that thirst tweet into reality~

You froze as Ethan made it to his house. Seems like you were the only one left as you both stepped out, hugged each other and left.

You stepped back into your car, turning it on and drove off. You wanted to respond, but you didn't want to drive while text so you kinda drove home as fast as you can, feeling yourself getting too excited.

When you made it home, you quickly parked as you stepped out of the car and ran to the front door of your house, unlocking it.

You took out your phone again and responded to him.

Ynnity: Sorry, I was driving

You hesitated for a bit even though you were the one who started it until you finally typed out what you wanted to say.

Ynnity: I don't mind, but how are you supposed to get here? You rented a car?

You took off your shoes, placing them on a shoe rack as you take off your clothes while walking to your bedroom.

You dumped your clothes in a laundry bag, opening the closet to grab your pajamas then walked to the bathroom to take a shower.

Your phone buzzed. You grab and see what he has said.

CB97: I did actually.

CB97: Send me your location, I will be there after I take a shower

You bit your lip as you sent your location, turning your phone off after that.

You step inside the shower, feeling the nice warmth of water hitting your skin as you fantasize about Chan kissing you and touching you.

You wanted this and the fact it's with your idol crush turns you on. You couldn't wait as you continued on taking a shower.

TO BE CONTINUED...

PART ONE -> PART TWO (COMING SOON)

I never wrote smut before 🐺 this sht gonna be crazy. I'm about to fight for my life.

[applejuicefruit]

you’re the best writing angst so i was wondering if i could request some angst with kylian where he cheats and she finds out please? no happy ending please?

writing this made me cry also i am sure kylian would not be like this in real life so this is all fictional haha

thank you for requesting this i hope you like it <3

kylian mbappe x reader

Was she worth it?

Twitter just fucked up your relationship.

You wished you weren’t so bored to go and spend hours and hours on Twitter but here you were, with your phone in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. You saw Kylian’s name trending on Twitter so you decided to check it out, you thought that maybe he was trending because of the upcoming game PSG had that week but nothing could have prepared you for what you were seeing.

Kylian, hand in hand with his best friend in one picture. Holding her waist in an other picture. Her kissing him on the cheek in the next picture. Kylian kissing her on the lips in the last picture. You knew he was having a “PSG dinner” but apparently he was at some party Neymar threw in one of the most exclusive clubs in Paris.

Those pictures went worldwide in a second.

“Kylian cheating on y/n is the last thing I needed to see” one of Kylian’s fan pages tweeted. You were glad that most of his fans were standing by your side, knowing that Kylian was madly in love with you and felt betrayed by this behaviour.

“What is they broke up and he’s just having fun?” someone else tweeted. How could you have break up when he posted a picture of the two of you together two days ago?

“I’m a daughter of divorced parents” someone else joked, you laughed a bit through tears knowing that it’s a typical fangirl thing to say. You said that too when Taylor Swift and Tom Hiddleston broke up so you couldn’t blame them.

“Finally he found someone prettier” someone said. That made you hurt. Millions of thoughts started running into your mind.

The worst part was probably that Neymar, one of your best friends was the one who threw the party and didn’t even invite you, probably knowing that Kylian was cheating on you. Everyone from the team was there. All of your friends and their wives and girlfriends, when Kylian only said it was a business dinner and you didn’t have to go because it would have been boring, instead he was partying and cheating on you. And everyone knew and said nothing.

You couldn’t explain what you were feeling. You were feeling humiliated, embarrassed, betrayed by the people you thought were your friends, sad, angry, disappointed and heart broken. A mix of everything that didn’t go well with the wine you were drinking.

You saw people tagging you on Instagram and decided to open it, it couldn’t have been worse that Twitter you thought. It was so wrong.

Neymar posted a few stories where everyone was having fun, drinking and dancing. Your best friend posted a video of Kylian and whoever that girl was who was sat on his lap while they were hugging. Your best friend. The man who threatened Kylian once you started dating. He posted a story where Kylian, that girl, Achraf and Hiba were there all laughing and having fun. Your two other friends. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, feeling betrayed by them and Kylian.

You knew everyone was drunk and that Neymar would have regretted posting those pictures the next day but it was too late. You saw the pictures, the whole world saw the pictures.

You put your Instagram private, unfollowing everyone who was there at the party and blocking them, including Kylian too.

You were so tired you went straight to bed and cried yourself to sleep.

Kylian got home around 3 am, drunk but not too drunk to know what happened that night. He knew he fucked up bad. Neymar started feeling guilty too he tried to reach your DMs but couldn’t find nothing on you, seeing you blocked him.

“She blocked me” he texted to Kylian who left him on read. Kylian immediately checked his insta but he couldn’t found you either, meaning you saw the pictures and the videos. He fucked up really bad.

He decided to sleep in the guest bedroom knowing you probably wouldn’t want to see him that night.

He woke up before you, feeling a little hungover but more worried about how his relationship might turn. He made some breakfast for the two of you and waited for you to wake up.

You didn’t even know that Kylian was back home so you simply got out of your bedroom and went straight to the kitchen, only to find Kylian sat at the table with a guilty look on his face.

Good. That’s how you wanted him to feel. Guilty. Humiliated. Alone. As you felt last night.

“Mon amour can we talk please?” he asked you but you immediately corrected him

“Y/n. Not mon amour, just y/n” you said with a hard look on your face. You had no more tears after last night. Sadness ran so madness and anger could walk. You thought about what to do all night and the answer was easy, breaking up with him in the most cruel way. You never felt so sad and humiliated like last night so it was only fair that he felt the same way.

“Baby please…” he said standing up from the chair and taking a few steps towards you but you backed off

“Y/n” you repeated

“I’m so sorry, I swear…” he said, a few tears falling from his eyes

“About what? Cheating? Lying? Humiliating me? Be more specific Mbappè” you said calling him by last name

“For everything…I wish I could say I was just drunk but I wasn’t, I just…I have no excuses but it wasn’t my intention to cheat on you” he said but you couldn’t help but laugh

“Are you even listening to yourself Kylian? First you lie to me telling me you have a business meeting, then I find out that you are with Neymar, my best friend who threw a party and didn’t even invite me, and for last I see pictures and videos of you cheating on me with I don’t know who, while laughing and having fun and all you can say is sorry?” you said, your hard look never leaving your face, you didn’t want to show your weakness because you knew that if you started crying you would forgive him “Do you know how I felt? When everyone I knew were having fun knowing that you cheated? I felt so fucking humiliated and sad and mad and all I wanted to do was never seeing you again, something that I’m going to do soon because you’ll never see me again Kylian” you said, your look never leaving his face

“What-what are you talking about?” he asked, his voice cracking a bit while tears fell from his face

“That it’s over. We’re done. You’re dead to me” you said taking off the promise ring he got you for your last birthday. A promise to love you that he couldn’t keep.

“No-no this isn’t real…I made a mistake I know, she doesn’t mean nothing to me, I need you here you-you can’t do this” he said fully crying. You’ve never seen Kylian crying so much and a part of you felt bad, the other part was proud of you for standing against him.

“I already did it. I’ll be back when you’re at practice so I can pack and leave…I don’t want to see you ever again, I only hope she was worth it” you said leaving your apartment, you didn’t care if you were wearing only your pajamas, you needed to get away from that house as soon as possible.

You reached for your car and once you were inside you let all of your tears fall. Sobs hurting your chest, your breathing fast and heavy. You started driving, you had no idea of where to go. When something bad happened and Kylian wasn’t there you would usually call Neymar but you couldn’t face him at the moment. But in the same time you were thinking about Neymar he popped up in the home of your phone, trying to call you.

You answered, ready to end him as you just did with Kylian.

“Y/n honey where are you? Kylian told me everything, are you safe? Are you driving?” he asked through the phone

“So now you care?” you asked, your voice breaking a little

“What you mean? Of course I care about you…” he said back

“Oh cut the bullshit! Did you have fun last night?” you sarcastically asked him

“Y/n listen to me…” he tried to speak but you stopped him

“No you listen to me. You were my best friend. Were because you’re a total stranger now to me. You had the nerve to post about Kylian and his new chick on your stories and now you’re asking me if I’m okay? Of course not! Kylian’s dead to me, I don’t want to ever see him again, he broke all of my trust and so did you…Ney I thought you really cared” you took a deep breath and continued talking “I don’t care how drunk you were, I don’t care honestly…just so you know, we’re done. You’re dead to me too, you and your little friend and all of the people who I thought were my friends. It’s over” you said before hanging up, not even giving him the chance to speak. He tried to call you back but you simply wouldn’t answer. You kept driving without nowhere to go. Almost an hour later you stopped in an empty parking lot, trying to recompose yourself and, with your spam account, checking instagram one last time to see if the news reached everyone. Apparently it did.

Kylian posted a picture of the teddy bear he gave you for your birthday and that you kept in the living room near the couch with a caption that said “a single mistake can turn your life upside down, i’ll regret it for the rest of my life but if you’re seeing this i wish you every good thing, you’re too pure for this world, love you forever, kylian”.

You sobbed a little but it was time for you to move one. You couldn’t break down now, everyone betrayed you, it was you and you only.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Forever My Ariel

Gifs not mine

AN: Don't ever let people discourage you from making your dreams come true and if you haven't seen The Little Mermaid, go see it!

Synopsis: The trailer has just been released for your first feature film and the secret has finally been revealed. However not everyone is happy that you were chosen for the role of Ariel in The Little Mermaid

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Famous!Reader

Always thankful for my loves @hoodharlow and @nattinatalia 💕

Warnings: mention of racism

Jack Harlow Masterlist

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

As you were scrolling through your timeline on different social media apps, the tears were steadily cascading down your cheeks and hitting your pillow that was covered by a white satin pillowcase.

You were so excited that your trailer for your acting debut had finally gotten released at midnight and you were incredibly proud of yourself. You had stepped out of your comfort zone and got into acting since you were primarily known for singing with your older sister. 

The Little Mermaid had been one of your favorite movies growing up and now that you had an opportunity to play her was a dream come true. Even though you did have to audition for the role, they approached you first telling you that they wanted for you to play Ariel. 

Then seeing you sing Part of Your World had everyone’s mind set.

They had found their Ariel. 

What you didn't expect was the backslash and people being up in arms simply because….

You were a black woman

Even though Ariel is a fictional character and also a mermaid who everyone knew not to be real, they didn’t mean the outrage was any less.  

One of the top trends on social media was 'Not My Ariel' and of course after you saw it, you had been crying ever since.

At midnight you had sent your boyfriend the trailer to watch on your instagram and he couldn’t stop saying how proud he was of you and now you were thinking that you might not have made the right decision regarding the role.

It was now later in the day and Jack was rehearsing for his upcoming CHTKMY tour and he was due to be back at your condo at any minute and the last thing that you wanted for him to see was you being upset.

You tried to wipe your face as best as you could when you suddenly heard the front door open.

“Shit.” You muttered and you knew that it was too late.

“Babe, where are you? Did you eat yet? I’m starving. Did you want…” Jack immediately stopped talking as he came into the bedroom and saw your tear stained cheeks and you furiously trying to wipe them away. 

“Um, no I didn’t. I’ll eat whatever you order. I don’t really feel like cooking anything tonight.” You said while shrugging and he immediately came over to you.

“Now you know you can’t hide those tears from me so what happened and how can I do my best to help fix it?” Jack asked as you were now sitting up and he quickly slid you onto his lap.

“It’s silly, baby. Don’t worry about it.” You answered trying to reassure him, but you knew deep down that he wasn’t having it. 

“It’s not silly if it has my girl upset.” Jack replied while kissing your cheek but all you did was shake your head.

All you did was sigh in response and you quickly went to lay your head on his shoulder and without warning, the tears started all over again.

“Baby, the last thing I want is to see you cry and you know that.”

You simply opened Twitter and handed him your phone so he could see the trending topics.

He immediately clicked on ‘Not My Ariel’ and began to scroll looking at the phone in disbelief at what people were saying about you.

“Why? Why are people so mean?” It almost came out as a whisper and Jack’s heart was breaking seeing you so upset.

“Because they have nothing else better to do. This doesn’t change anything, babe. I know you’re upset with good reason but the movie is finished and I know from the trailer that you did a damn good job and no one else they would’ve picked would’ve come close. Fuck them.”

“I worked my ass off for this.”

“I know and they can never take away how incredibly talented you are because everyone sees it. You’re amazing at what you do and people being racist fucks are never going to change that. And since when are mermaids based on real people? They could’ve made you blue and people would still find a reason to be upset and I would have still watched that shit.”

“Baby, this isn’t Avatar.”

“You get what I mean!”

“I do and I.. thank you for always being there for me when I need it.” You said while smiling up at him. 

“And you know that’s never going to change. I just…. It’s easier said than done but do not let them win. You’re letting them win by you allowing them to get you upset and that’s the last thing that we want or need. You’re amazing in your own right and no trending topic on Twitter is going to tell me otherwise. My baby is the shit and she’s everyone’s Ariel and I’ll kick anyone’s ass who disagrees with me.”

“I just… want everyone to love my performance in this just as much as I do.”

“And they will and I’m going to need for you to stop worrying what people think about you all the time. If you know that you did your best that is literally the only thing that matters. Haters are always going to be there, but while you’re over here making millions, what is their ass doing but sitting at home and hating from a social media app?”

“That’s true.” You said while nodding your head and agreeing with him.

“For now, I’m keeping your phone because the last thing I want is for you to be scrolling looking at unnecessary outta pocket shit that people are saying.”

“But what if….”

“No, if it’s something important I’ll give it back to you, but other than that no. We’re ordering food and having a movie night and no social media.” Jack was soothingly rubbing your back as you tried to scoot yourself closer to him if that was even possible.

“I want chinese and what are we watching?”

“The Little Mermaid of course and anything my baby wants, she gets.”

“Fine, but I’m singing the entire time.” You said while finally smiling up at him.

“Oh, so I get early access?”

“You always get early access, just don’t tell anyone because they might get jealous.” You answered while leaning over to kiss him and pinching his cheek.

—

It was now premiere night and you were extremely nervous and kept fiddling with your dress trying to smooth away any imaginary wrinkles that might be there.

Jack noticed and quickly went up to you and grabbed both of your hands to get you to stop.

“It’s going to be fine, baby. Remember what I told you.”

“I feel like I’m going to throw up at any minute.” You said while feeling extremely overwhelmed and your eyes were starting to brim with tears.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Breathe for me and relax. I’m right here and I will be here with you the entire time. I’m not leaving your side for the entire night.”

“Promise? I… I….”

“Shhh…. I promise, baby. You got this. Now everyone is about to see why you were the perfect person for this role and no one else. Take some deep breaths for me.”

You did as you were told as you heard Jack taking deep breaths with you and you could feel that your heart rate was now finally starting to slow down. You focused on your breathing and holding Jack’s hands to help ground you as he massaged small circles on yours.

This was something that he always did for you when you were nervous before an event.

Jack knew how your anxiety was and his priority was always making sure you were okay. 

“I love you, you know that right?” Jack asked you and you couldn’t help but to immediately smile at him.

“I love you too, more than I can put into words.”

“You feel any better?”

You simply nodded and smiled as you reached up to hug him and he quickly embraced you back and leaned down to give you several kisses. 

“I just… I know I say it all the time but I love you so much and the way you support me is just…”

“Oh no, babe Deidre is going to kill me if I make you cry because of how long it took for her to do your makeup. You can cry after! But you do the exact same thing for me. We’re always going to show up and support each other no matter what.”

“Always, nothing about that is going to change.”

“Now come on so I can sing all the songs and give a Grammy winning performance. Been waiting months for this!” Jack said and you immediately laughed as he took your hand and the two of you began to make your way downstairs in order to head to the theater where the premiere was being held. 

As promised, Jack didn’t leave your side for the entire night and would give your hand occasional squeezes to let you know he was there for whatever you needed him for. 

“Now it’s time for people to see why you’re forever going to be my Ariel.” Jack whispered to you once the two of you were finally settled in your seats and the movie was getting ready to play. 

Jack held your hand the entire time just like he promised and would periodically look over at you and smile

He was amazed at how well you did, but not surprised

He knew that you had it in you from the very beginning

When the credits of the movie started rolling, you were startled by everyone erupting in applause and giving you a standing ovation as you made your way up to the stage to say a few words. 

You couldn’t help but to cry looking out at the crowd and seeing how so many people were supportive of you and that they love it just as much as you did.

When the applause finally died down, you were doing your best to hide your tears before you spoke.

“I… I knew I was going to cry but damn. Just… thank you.” You said and heard laughter while you finally wiped away the rest of your tears.

“Words cannot even form a sentence of how grateful I was for this opportunity and so many amazing people had a hand in making that happen. I’m so happy that Disney trusted me along with everyone involved in the cast and crew to make Ariel come to life and I just want everyone to love this film as much as I loved making it. Never let anyone deter you from making your dreams become a reality. I remember being little and seeing the original film for the first time and now look, twenty something years later and I get to bring her to life on the big screen. I’m not just Ariel for some people and not others, and my boyfriend had to tell me that. I am everyone’s Ariel and I am so damn proud of stepping out of my comfort zone and letting little girls who look like me know that they can do this too.” 

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yourinstagramname: always thankful that you get to be a part of my world and me in yours 💕

jackharlow: forever and always. so proud of you. you did amazing just like I knew you would.

yungmiami305: bitch you made me cry when I watched it even if I knew what was going to happen lol

neelamthadhani: job well done! I knew they picked the perfect person for this role!

maggieharlow: you were a literal dream the entire time. you didn't just play Ariel. YOU ARE ARIEL.

urbanwyatt: I see Jack is dressed like the ocean and ready to dive in yourinstagramname 😏

yourinstagramname: urbanwyatt you are always so outta pocket, I CANNOT but yes. I agree lol

yourinstagramename: thank you so much everyone, you have no idea how much this means to me

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jackharlow: Forever My Ariel 💕

yourinstagramname: jackharlow loveee you now how many times have you watched the movie? lmao

urbanwyatt: yourinstagramname this might be number six

jackharlow: not the both of you shaming me. my baby did amazing 🥰

urbanwyatt: and keeps asking me to refill the snacks so he can continue

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yourinstagramname: druski2funny because you don't like to answer your phone

druski2funny: yourinstagramname but I'm here now!

jackharlow: druski2funny your ass is about to be late to your own funeral

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yourinstagramname: this is what a mermaid named Ariel looks like 😘

jackharlow: you got damn right and I don't wanna hear any negative shit! my baby did that!

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yoursistersinstagramname: my little mermaid 😍

yournamesource: forever our Ariel!!

yourbestfriend: she did what needed to be done and left no muthafuckin crumbs!

yournamesource: I need a sequel and idc what that shit is about. we just need to see you on the big screen more.

yourinstagramname: yournamesource something is getting revealed soon lol stay tuned

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[stateofcharles]

am I still not good enough? - CL16

pairing: Charles Leclerc x female!reader

word count: ~ 1,9k

warnings: body insecurities, self-loathing, past toxic relationship(s), hurt/comfort

summary: Your first public appearance as Charles Leclerc’s girlfriend only produces loads of nasty comments from the press, causing demons from your past to resurface. Your boyfriend then reminds you why he loves you.

a/n: title from Little Mix’s “Good Enough”, sorry for the sensitive topic but this song has been stuck in my mind lately and I had to write something about it. remember you are all beautiful, never let someone bring you down cause your body is perfect the way it is, you’re valid and you deserve to be loved for who you are <3

09:00

You woke up in the unfamiliar hotel room, Charles snoring next to you. Sunshine was entering through the curtains and hitting you on the face. You stretched your arms, carefully not to hit your boyfriend, and then picked the phone from the nightstand. You immediately noticed some messages from your cousin, but what impressed you the most were the countless notifications from all social media you had. 

After thinking for a while, you decided not to worry too much about them: the previous night you had participated with Charles to a movie premiere he had been invited to, making your first appearance as a couple in doing so. You had imagined the press would go insane: Charles Leclerc had been probably the most talked-about bachelor in the previous 3 years, and the fact that he was now committed was certainly some front-page news.

You also expected a lot of new followers along with many, many messages and comments from his fans, either congratulating you or insulting you for stealing their man. You knew that, you had discussed this situation multiple times with your therapist and you thought you were ready. You couldn’t imagine what you were about to discover. 

Having chosen to ignore social media, you opened your cousin’s texts and you immediately frowned at the sight of her cryptical words.

Y/N pls i beg you DON’T OPEN ANY SOCIAL TODAY

do it for yourself 

love you and call me asap <3

Curiosity was eating you alive. Your cousin for sure had the best intentions, but could she really expect you not to do anything? Especially after having told you such things? You were a mere human being in the end.

You decided to start from Twitter. Your homepage seemed normal, nothing unusual. You checked what was trending then. Charles’ name was #1, and right below was “Charles Leclerc girlfriend”. You clicked, still unaware of what was waiting for you.

The first tweet you saw was from TheSun but many similar ones from other gossip websites followed, clearly riding the wave. The words hit you at 200 mph: those weren’t just insults from some obsessed fans, that was much more, it was everything you had tried not to think about.

Charles Leclerc shows off his new girlfriend at movie premiere and never reduces the grip on her hips as they pose for photos on the red carpet: was he trying to reduce those gross love handles on her hips?

Your eyes immediately filled with tears: your biggest nightmare had come back.

When you had met the stylist who dressed you for the event, you had been left a bit startled by her choice: a baby blue three-piece suit, which exposed part of your abdomen. A shining silver pair of stilettos to complete the outfit.

It was truly mesmerising, but as soon as you tried it on you were filled with doubts since the trousers, being quite tight-fitting, emphasised a lot your waist area.

Your body had always been like that: healthy and fit, but with some fullness on your hips and thighs that you had never been able to burn and that had only increased with all the stress you had to bear in that last period. You would go to the gym every week, follow a precise workout and diet, but yet no major improvements had happened.

Everything had changed when you and Charles had started dating: ever since the first day he had never commented on your figure - unlike other ex-boyfriends, who apparently never failed to remember you how fat you were - and when you had finally opened up about your insecurities, he comforted you saying that you were perfect like that, you didn’t have to listen to what some bored and stupid people had to say about it and you swore him you would try. 

Though in that moment it was almost impossible for you to be faithful to that promise. You were really trying not to dwell on some shitty article written by pathetic people, but the doubts you had almost completely buried were surfacing, again. 

You didn’t want to cry but it seemed your mind didn’t agree with you.

You started having flashbacks of all the slurs your exes had thrown at you and of all the times they had humiliated you, even in front of your own friends and family. You covered your ears with your palms but the voices in your head were louder and louder.

Look at you, oh my god aren’t you ashamed?

Such a horrible body, thank god we have the light down when we are in bed.

What’s this fat? What are you, a pig?

I bet I could bring you to the butchery, they’d know what to do with you.

You should be grateful I haven’t broken up with you yet.

I can’t believe your beautiful face belongs to this shitty body.

You already go to the gym? Well, PUT. MORE. EFFORT. 

You didn’t realise you were crying and screaming non-stop until you saw Charles awake beside you, his face showing pure concern. Though you couldn’t stop, those insults were playing in your head over and over again. At some point you were exhausted and you screamed at the top of your lungs, “SHUT UP!” 

Charles immediately lifted up, just in time to catch you as you threw yourself in his arms, your sobs only louder, more and more uncontrolled. 

He held you closer trying to calm you down, but every effort he made seemed useless, so he just decided to wait. He couldn’t figure out what was going on: he had been woken up by your crying, but when he opened his eyes he realised the situation in front of him was much worse than he had thought. 

Then he saw your phone, Twitter still opened on it and he caught a glimpse of what you were reading. That was when realisation hit him. 

It was the first time he witnessed you crying because of this, but it wasn’t the first time he had to deal with you during a panic situation.

He carefully moved you on his lap, placed your head on his bare chest so that you could hear his heartbeat and then he lay down again but hugging you tight and bringing you down with him. 

It took a while, but your sobs eventually died down. You sniffled and then looked at Charles for the first time that morning. When you saw his worried face you felt almost guilty, but the boy quickly started leaving short kisses all over your face and you couldn’t help but giggle at the tickling sensation.

He then looked proud of himself, for being the person who had managed to make you laugh after such an unpleasant crying spell.

You could read in his eyes that he wanted to ask you what had just happened, but at the same time you could see that he didn’t want to be rude or - even worse - make you cry again. 

You sat up, he followed you immediately. You sighed heavily and started speaking, your voice shaky, “I’m sorry for what you’ve just witnessed but-” you threw a glare at the suit, on a coat hanger visible through the opened closet door, “I really loved yesterday, and my suit, and you were fantastic, but-” you tried to calm yourself down, not wanting to have another crisis and Charles noticed it, so he started rubbing small circles over the top of your hand.

“They made me hate myself, my horrible body and my stupid suit and I know I don’t have to give them the attention they’re seeking but it’s stronger than me.” You let some silent tears fall from your eyes.

Charles promptly wiped them away, “Do you want to tell me what they said, ange?”, his voice a bare whisper.

Reluctantly, you nodded, knowing that you somehow had to say those words out loud in order to move on. “They pointed out that… you know that yesterday you always kept your hands around my waist and hips on the red carpet? Well they said you were trying to-” you lowered your voice, ashamed of what you were going to say, “reduce my gross love handles.”

You had done it. You had said it, there was no going back. 

Charles’ expression was startled. You could sense he was going to get angry and you feared you couldn’t control him. 

Instead he took a deep breath and then left a long kiss on your scalp.

“You know they’re just a bunch of idiots, right? You know I love your body and I adore your love handles, there’s nothing gross or wrong with them, they’re part of you and of your unique beauty and I would never change them or ask you to do so.”

You knew it, though your insecurities didn’t leave you. “But there are so many beautiful girls out there with perfect bodies and then there’s… me. I have nothing special, I don’t even know why you still put up with me and you haven’t cheated on me yet with one of them. I’m not worthy, of you, of your love and affection.”

“Stop hurting yourself Y/N, you are worthy, you are enough. I know it’s difficult for you, but you have to believe me. There’s no one I’d want to be with more than you. I asked you to be my girlfriend and not some model, and that’s because I love you. Do you remember when we met for the first time? Your brother’s birthday party?”

You nodded, other tears menacing to come out at hearing your boyfriend’s words.

“Well,” he continued, “I loved you from the very first moment. I loved everything about you, from the way you scrunch your nose when you laugh, to the sparkle in your eyes when you see a puppy. From your beautiful hair when you collect them in that messy bun, to how you stretch in the morning when you’re still half-asleep. And I venerate your love handles,” he lowered his face to whisper in your ear, “I love holding them when we’re making love and I love leaving my fingerprints on them.”

You set those tears free, unable to control yourself. Charles hugged you again and you whispered to him ‘Je t’aime’ over and over again, while he answered every time ‘Je t’aime encore plus’.

After what felt like an eternity you untangled the hug and took a look at the alarm clock on your nightstand. 11:20.

“When do we have to leave?” You asked him. Deep down you were afraid to leave the small bubble you had just built in that hotel room, but you knew you had a flight to attend.

“Our flight is scheduled for 3pm, but it’s my private jet, I can ask them to delay it if you need to.” His loving gaze was straight in your eyes, but you realised you couldn’t ask him to do it.

“It’s fine Char, I just need some minutes to pull myself together, then we can go to have lunch in that restaurant you told me and lastly we head to the airport.”

“Are you certain? If I tell my pilots we had a mishap they’ll understand, especially if I pay them extra.” Sweet boy, he was always so caring.

“No babe, I’m fine and I have to come back to reality.” Your tone was determined this time.

“Are you sure you can face it? I understand if you need more time.” His face was still concerned, but you were ready.

“Just hold my hand Charles, and then I’ll be able to rule the world.”

[yoongisleftshoulder]

BTS Reacts: Biracial S/O Experiences Racism

A/N: Of course, something like this can be a touchy subject and I will take full responsibility if I write anything offensive or incorrectly. As I've said in previous pieces like this, you are welcome to call me out on any mistakes so I can learn and do better. I personally am not biracial nor have I experienced racism of the sort but my inbox is always open if you need support or someone to stand with you. Also, I apologize but I couldn't find credits for some of the gifs used. I take no credit for the making of them.

TW: General racism, bullying

JIN:

Jin couldn't believe it when you pulled up an antis hate themed blog focused around you. He knew there would be some heat once your relationship was revealed to the public but he never thought people would be low enough to create an entire blog to bully you and insult you just based off of your skin color. It almost blew his mind that someone would take the time to put you down so badly. Jin would gently take your phone out of your hand and close the page, setting the phone down and out of view.

"Don't pay attention to a word they're saying. They're not worth your time, you're perfect the way you are."

Jin made sure the blog and nasty racist comments thrown at you were forgotten quickly, reassuring you that they were meaningless and simply not true.

YOONGI:

Yoongi had been out with Jin picking up food for the two of you when you decided to watch a few video compilations on YouTube that some fans had created for your relationship with him. Most of them were cute and wholesome videos with nothing but positivity in the comment section and you found yourself smiling widely throughout your time reading them. However, on the last video you had chosen, the comments made your heart sink. You weren't sure why they were there all of the sudden but many users had written harsh racist insults towards you, some even going as far as writing out threats. You knew it was stupid and the words were empty and didn't really mean anything but you couldn't control the tears that were forming in your eyes, eventually beginning to spill down your cheeks. Just as you were at peak sobbing and second guessing yourself, wondering if Yoongi really loved you as much as he said, he walked in the door, food bags in hand. Immediately, when he saw you curled up on the couch crying, he dropped the bags and sat on the cushion adjacent to you. He started rubbing your arm, unsure whether or not doing anything further was going to upset you.

"Woah, what's wrong sweetheart?" Your boyfriend asked, his voice soft.

Between sniffles, you did your best to explain how so-called 'fans' were being incredibly racist towards you and saying Yoongi deserved someone of his own race.

Yoongi couldn't believe what he was hearing and was only able to muster out a quiet "What the fuck?" He was pissed to know you were upset and pissed that anyone could say such things to you.

"Don't listen to those assholes, they don't know you and they will NEVER know me. I love you, you're perfect the way you are. They're probably just jealous that there's nothing even mildly interesting about them. They mean nothing."

HOSEOK:

*Ping*

*Ping*

*Ping*

Your phone had been blowing up more than usual. Your boyfriend, Hoseok, was sitting next to you so you opted to check it, wondering who else would be sending you so many texts. Lit up on your screen were texts from your best friend, telling you not to listen to what people are saying on Twitter and that all of those people were wrong about you. Confusion washed over you as you opened the Twitter app to see what was going on. The first thing you saw was your relationship with Hobi on the trending list. Your heartbeat sped up as you tapped on the link to checkout the corresponding posts. As soon as it opened, you were met with post after post about the live you did with him yesterday, where you had revealed your face for the first time. There were comments saying how pretty you were and how sweet you seemed, of course, but among these comments were floods of hate speech. Every single negative comment had to do with the fact that you were biracial. You suddenly closed the app, tossing your phone to the side, startling Hoseok. He closed the book he had been reading in the chair across from you and asked you what was wrong, moving to sit aside you when he noticed tears pooling in the corner of your eyes. All you told him was to check Twitter. Taking out his own phone, he clicked on the trending HoseokxYN link and skimmed through the posts and comments. He very quickly put his phone back into his pocket, unable to read anymore racist words against you. Pulling you into a tight hug, he reassured you that he felt sorry for those people, telling you that they must feel so badly about themselves and have such low quality lives that they had to spew meaningless hate towards you. If anything, they were lower than you and were only doing it to feel better about themselves. Even though the remarks were towards you, it felt painful to read such things and he was overwhelmed by disappointment.

NAMJOON:

As you and Namjoon made your way through the intensely growing crowd inside of the airport, fans yelled and screamed various words of encouragement towards Namjoon. You loved to hear other people showering him with love and positivity, despite the craziness of the crowd itself. You were smiling widely while walking hand in hand with your boyfriend, listening to the fans, until you suddenly heard someone take a jab at the color of your skin. Namjoon heard the person too, stopping for a brief second to turn and glare at them. He shook his head as he turned back around, gripping your hand tighter, pulling it up to his face to lightly kiss your knuckles. Like a chain reaction, that one person being brave enough to say such things to you in front of him set off a wave of more racism. Namjoon began walking even faster, guiding you the whole way, wanting desperately to get you out of there.

"Those aren't my fans. If they were, they would never say such bullshit things to you."

JIMIN:

Jimin witnessing you beginning to cry after seeing racist comments saying you weren't worthy of being with him because you weren't Korean hurt his heart. Your laughter was his favorite sound in the world and he lived to see you smile. Seeing you so upset was painful and made tears prick his own eyes. You were so important to him and yet strangers were bringing you down with nonsense hate. Jimin made sure to pound it into your head that he wanted you and only you; if he wanted someone who was 100% Korean, that's who he would have chosen.

TAEHYUNG:

After a long chat, you and Taehyung decided to reveal your secret relationship to the public after having been together for over a year. Taehyung took the bold leap by posting a couple of cute, romantic photos from Valentine's day on his Instagram. Knowing that it would warrant a little bit of craziness, he did it late at night before the two of you went to bed, planning on checking on it in the morning.

That next morning, Taehyung had woken up before you. Rather than waking you up, he went into the kitchen, fixed himself up some breakfast, and got comfy on the couch with his phone, ready to checkout the reveal reactions. He found himself giggling at some of the comments, even feeling happy over some of the supportive ones he read. Not long after reading, though, he stumbled upon comments he wished he hadn't seen. Many racist insults and death threats filled the comment thread. They were targeting you because you were biracial, spewing hate and saying he deserved better than you, someone who was fully his own race. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"How could these people say things like this?" Taehyung whispered to himself, still trying to be careful about waking you up.

The thought of you waking up excited to read the reactions of army only to see your race being the main focus of the thread made him very upset. He pondered whether he should delete the photo or not, wanting to shield you from everything. After a while of thinking, he simply turned off the comments to the post.

When you finally awoke, the first thing you did was ask him about the public's reaction. He produced a white lie and said the staff recommended that he turn the comments off but allowed him to keep the photo up. Although you were disappointed, he would much rather have you thinking that's what happened, instead of being aware of the nasty racist comments that flooded the post.

JUNGKOOK:

The last thing Jungkook expected when you tagged along on a flight and exited the airport with him, navigating through the crowds of screaming fans, was to hear several death threats and racist remarks thrown around towards you. He gripped your hand tighter and tighter with each disgusting comment he heard, knowing he couldn't do anything in that very moment. He glanced at your face multiple times, checking if you were still mentally there, only to see that you had begun crying quite hard. Instantly, Jungkook removed his jacket and held it over you to cover your face as various people with their phones and cameras hounded you. When you were both sat safely inside of the car waiting for you guys, Jungkook pulled you in close, kissing the top of your head while you buried it into his chest.

"You know I don't think of those things, right? I don't care about your race, I love you for you. Don't listen to those people, they aren't real army."

[five-miles-over]

Beauty is Where You Find It (Supermodel!Loki x Reader)

Summary: A journalist for a New York magazine in September of 2012, you come across the opportunity to do an interview from an icon in the fashion industry. Your subject? A rising supermodel from Wimbledon with icy blue eyes and jet-black curls named Loki Laufeyson.

Maybe there was someone else that your magazine could've assigned to do this interview. Maybe they could've chosen someone else to write about the rising, raven-haired model from Wimbledon. And maybe they could've chosen someone who was more seasoned with rubbing shoulders with people from the glamour world. But none of that mattered now, because you deserved this opportunity and you knew it.

Three days ago, during your lunch break - which was more for brainstorming than for eating - you were scrolling through some news stories from The Guardian and New York Magazine, hoping to find some inspiration for your writer's block. Between an article about the U.S. presidential elections and an article about genius-billionaire Tony Stark's Twitter battle with Elon Musk, there was a Magnum advertisement that immediately caught your attention.

Holding a pint of Magnum Milk Chocolate ice cream in his lap, the model wore nothing except for a pair of sweatpants as he spread himself across a leather sofa. One of his hands cupped the pint while the other hand clasped a golden spoon. His short jet black curls were tousled with just a hint of mousse to make them shine and his icy gaze was paired with a smirk that said, "I know you want me."

You didn't pay much attention to the ad, turning your focus to the next news story which was about London's finances after hosting the Olympics. But a while later you came across a story covering the best looks from London Fashion Week: Spring 2013. It had taken place a few days ago, between September 13 and September 18 of 2012, since this was the show that would predict many of the trends of Spring 2013. You recognized a few of the top brands such as Stella McCartney, Burberry, and Gucci. But none of the models were familiar to you…

and there he was again.

Modeling for Tommy Hilfiger's 2013 Spring-Summer collection was the same model who you saw posing with a pint of Magnum ice cream. The same dark curls, those same icy-blue eyes directed at the camera…this had to be him. He stood at the end of the catwalk wearing a black-and-white striped shirt, a white jacket with the Tommy Hilfiger logo, and straight-leg white pants that complemented his long legs. 

Licking your lips, you scrolled down to the bottom of the image and found the name "Loki Laufeyson for Tommy Hilfiger Men's 2013 Spring Summer Collection". That was most certainly a name that you'd heard before…right? His first name was identical to the name of the Norse god of mischief - maybe he chose that name for himself when he started modeling? But why? Maybe there was more to him than just a pretty face. 

"So why write about him?" Your editors asked when you brought up the idea of interviewing him. "He's just some model in London."

"Wimbledon," you corrected them. "I googled his name, he's from Wimbledon." You took a deep breath and continued. "I think there's something with him. I mean, there are models who go on to do other famous things. For example, Eddie Redmayne modeled for Burberry in 2008, he portrayed King Richard the Second in February, and now he's starring in an adaptation of the musical Les Mis. Also, I'm pretty sure he won a Tony for something on Broadway.

Please let me give this a chance. For all we know, he could be the next Eddie Redmayne. And we'll be the magazine that gave him his first interview."

Your editors agreed with mixed feelings, still unsure about what you found to be so special in him. But since you were so enthusiastic, and no other media outlet had taken the chance to interview him, your editors thought this might be something that would make the magazine stand out.

For the rest of the day, you were calling Tommy Hilfiger's office, London modeling agencies, and even Magnum's offices, introducing yourself as a journalist who wanted to get in touch with someone named Loki Laufeyson. After four hours, three candy bars, and two cups of French Vanilla coffee, you were able to secure an interview with Loki.

So here you were, after three days of brainstorming, making calls, and preparing questions, all set to meet the young model from Wimbledon. After downing a cup of coffee for courage, and then rising your teeth with mouthwash, you headed to a nearby room for the interview.

"Excellent work with the photos, I like what I'm seeing!" You pretended to be nonchalant as you walked in. Loki was posing before a flashing camera, wearing a black structured blazer, a cotton off-white shirt, and…tight leather pants. Wow, this guy seemed to have an innovative sense of style when he wasn't on the runway. And you would be lying if you said that he wasn't way more gorgeous in person than on the internet.

For the article that you would be writing about Loki, you had asked for some original pictures as artwork. So while the crew - lighting directors, photographers, and makeup artist - did their magic, you stood in a corner and took a moment to look over your questions.

"Wait," Loki gently interrupted the camera woman. "Erm, can I have one with her?" He gestured in your direction, "The lady who's interviewing me?"

"If she's okay with it." The camera woman turned to you and tilted her head towards Loki.

Caught off-guard, you hurriedly placed your materials on a stool and rushed to the center of the photoshoot. "Uh…okay, what should I…?"

"Something like this?" Loki draped his arm around your waist, and smirked at the camera. You gave your best smile, trying not to blush out of embarrassment or close your eyes when the flash went off. "Perfect," Loki cooed, standing close enough for you to catch a whiff of the perfume or cologne he was wearing - a mixture of orchid and champagne scents.

After the camera woman announced that it was a wrap, you picked up your materials and led Loki to a white table with two folded chairs. Loki pulled one of the chairs out and insisted you have a seat before him. 

Once the two of you were comfortable, you took a deep breath and turned on the voice recorder.

"You probably weren't expecting to have your photo taken today, right?" Loki chuckled, "No worries, you looked great."

"Thank you," you nervously laughed. "You look incredibly gorgeous by the way. Who're you wearing today?"

"Ah, the famous question." Loki licked his lips and spread his legs. "The blazer is Armani, the pants are from Banana Republic, and the shirt is by Hanes."

"Nice. So…I know you've done a few advertisements and you've walked for Tommy Hilfiger at London Fashion Week not too long ago. According to my research, this isn't the first runway you've ever conquered. Would you tell me about how you entered the world of fashion?"

"I suppose it was the beauty of it all that attracted me," Loki answered. "Fashion is a form of art, and I'd say it's one of the greatest forms of art because it is such an essential part of our lives.

I started modeling when I was sixteen, it was for a fashion show at school to raise money for charity."

"Wow!" You gushed, leaning forward to show interest. "Did you make a lot of money?"

"The school made a lot of money," Loki playfully retorted. "It wasn't official like the shows I do now. Actually, as part of that event, my photographs came in the local newspaper. Few weeks later, I get a call from an agency and…like they say, the rest is history."

You laughed a little, scribbling some notes.

"So really, I owe my career to journalists like you." He jokes, giving you a little wink.

"Alright, so you started modeling at sixteen - was it full-time? How did you balance school around being a model?"

Loki gulped and tilted his head, thinking about how to formulate his answer. "I did some photoshoots here and there, mostly after school or early in the morning so I wouldn't have to miss my lessons. I enjoyed most of my classes, there was hardly a subject that I disliked." 

"Did you have a favorite subject?"

"Literature," Loki promptly answered. "Physiology was a close second. I loved learning about how the human body worked."

"Literature, that's interesting. What did you like about that class?"

"I had a really great teacher. I enjoyed reading Shakespeare's plays, Jane Austen's novels such as Sense and Sensibility, and other classical works as well. I'll never forget the first time I read Beowulf, such an underrated gem."

"I didn't know you enjoyed literature." You crossed your legs. "Do you still make time to read now that you're a full-time model?"

"Of course I do. It's what keeps me…erm, sane." Loki admitted, "Right now, I'm reading a book called High-Rise by J.G. Ballard and it takes place in the 70s. It's about a newly-constructed high-rise building filled with every amenity you could think of, and its residents. It's almost like a utopia until class warfare changes everything."

"I've never heard about that book before. I'll have to check it out now." You scribbled some more notes, and then flipped to a new sheet of paper. "My next question for you is about your -"

"Diet?" Loki attempted to finish.

"No." You shook your head with a laugh. "I think that question gets asked to models way too often, but I'm happy to hear about your…dietary preferences."

Loki joined in the laughter for a moment. "I'd prefer not to talk about that either. Everyone is different, there really is no one way that guarantees…success."

"So, how would you describe yourself in five words?" You teased.

Biting his lip for a moment, Loki cheekily answered. "Loki, burdened with glorious purpose."

"Glorious purpose," you echoed. "And what does glorious purpose mean to you?"

"It means…" Loki openly contemplated. "It means that I was born to pave my own path to greatness."

"As a model?"

Loki shrugs. "I enjoy doing my work. I'm grateful to those whom I've worked with and I look forward to participating in more shows. But…I'm going to keep myself open to exploring other opportunities down the line in five or ten years."

You scribbled some more notes. "Maybe you'd consider acting?"

"Or world domination." Loki smirked. "But for the record, I would love the chance to do a Bollywood film. The ones I've seen are so beautiful."

"Alright, another question: your most guilty pleasure? Is it Bollywood?"

Loki scoffed. "None! I don't think people should feel guilty for the things they enjoy."

"Time for a bit of rapid fire." You curled your fingers around your pen. "I'll ask a series of questions, and you answer as fast as possible. Ready?"

"Ready." He smirked again.

You began, "Coffee or tea?"

"Tea."

"London or New York City?"

"London."

"London or Paris?"

"Still London." Loki shook his head and laughed.

"Tuxedos or sweatpants with hoodies?"

"Tuxedos."

"A night at the museum or a night at the theater?"

"The theater."

"Okay," you beamed, "Comedies or dramas?"

"Dramas."

"Juliet or Lady Macbeth?"

"You."

"What?" You swallowed, taken aback by his response. "Uh…?"

Loki clarified, "Juliet's a literal child, barely thirteen, and Lady Macbeth is ruthless and blind in her belief towards the prophecy. I wouldn't go out with either of them…was that the question you were asking?"

"Kind of…" You tried to explain. "I meant which one you liked better, but nice answer. I'm very flattered"

"Thanks. Any more questions?"

You shook your head. "Any questions for me?"

"Would you let me take you to dinner tonight?" Loki asked, leaning forward ever so slightly, the corner of his lip curved upward. "It's the least I can do since your magazine paid for my flight here."

"I'd…I'd like that, Mr. Laufeyson."

"It's Loki." The model took your hand and pressed his lips against your knuckles. 

You both remained still, enjoying the moment as you silently looked into each other's eyes. "I'll have your article ready in two days. It'll be in our issue next week."

"Perfect." Loki and you stood up from the chairs. "And I will see you outside this building at seven."

Tagging: @lokischambermaid , @lokiismineforever , @lokisgoodgirl , @lokisprettygirl , @holdmytesseract , @icytrickster17 , @thatdummy-girl , @cakesandtom , @turniptitaness , @winterfrostlovetriangle , @lady-rose-moon , @lokisninerealms

[alittledizzy]

My post video ramble - not an analysis so much as just an emotional reaction/my feelings.

I'm really proud of Dream's video and what all he put into it. I think this was something he needed to do on multiple levels, many just for his own personal peace of mind, but being honest about things he never should have been forced to lie about in the first place (the doxxing details, his previous weight, information about his childhood, etc) took a lot of guts. He's never lacked that so I'm not surprised but I'm also sure he knows he probably could have continued on having a career by staying silent and saying nothing on those topics, and he chose not to. (And as one post I saw said, voluntarily handing over multiple new pictures of himself when he was fat was a cunt move that I love him forever for.)

In terms of the allegations, I think most people who followed the situation (more closely than just looking at twitter trending topics or people that blatantly hated him and wanted to drive him to suicide) already knew that the accusations were a mix of blatant and malicious lies, misinformation, and a dash of interpersonal drama from people Dream knew four years ago. I think he laid the evidence out neatly and as clearly as possible considering these are some complex topics and trying to prove a negative always puts you at a disadvantage.

For anyone reading this post from other fandoms that aren't aware, immediately after the video the person that provided the burner account with information came forward saying she was lying to the burner account and Dream did nothing wrong. This is the situation where there was no victim to begin with, because the woman involved (16/17 at the time, 21 now) has said she was never a victim and was not groomed. So the video also served the purpose of the people making those false allegations being forced to come forward about them being fake/wrong. Which is unsurprising since the people involved were basically dredging up the equivilent of high school drama where they were trying to get with the most popular kid at school (Munchy, mcyt in general, friends with popular streamers before he was even posting on youtube) and mad when they can't bag him. So it's unsurprising that people who tried to get something going with him and it didn't work felt scorned and then shit talked him, and fair enough, that's what humans do. But that years later it has turned into grooming allegations and pedophilia is just fucking inhumane and would never have happened if this had been anyone but Dream. Sites like KiwiFarms decided years ago, before any of this, that Dream was someone they wanted to take down and they spent years slowly poisoning public opinion and people's eagerness to believe anything bad about him is just an end result of this.

In terms of the rest of the video: I think the Quackity part wasn't necessary to the video but I do think that was just a part of what Dream felt like he needed to say. Same with the bit about shipping and nsfw fanworks/the fanart account, I think he wanted to cover all bases in terms of things people could possibly try and use to discredit him, and so those don't even feel like they were geared toward us at all. That was Dream talking to outside fandom people and trying to image rehab. I think fandom should continue on as before except with less people clamoring to show Dream every single thing they make in terms of shippiness.

[harrieharlow]

SNL: Part 1

A/N: Hi everyone! TBH I didn't realize when I deactivated that the entire blog would disappear and then I saw someone ask for the SNL fics so here you go! Oh also I changed it so you get part 1 and 2 together.

Jack x female reader. Best friends with the one and only Pete Davidson. Honestly, this story is always in my mind so I'm glad I can put it back out again.

You laughed pulling over your sweatshirt when you heard a knock on your dressing room door. “Petey baby, my SNL duties are over!”

Pete smiled walking in, leaning against the door chewing his gum, “Host duties don’t end until after the after party.”

You scrunched your face at him in response, immediately dreading the after party. As an actress from LA you love your sleep. After all it’s called beauty sleep for a reason. 

“Baby girl you’re barely in New York.” Pete laughed giving you a hug.

The two of you have a very flirty friendship, you’ve ignored the “Are You Dating Question” in nearly every interview because they always brought up Pete.

But Pete is Pete. Pete is your best friend, your ride or die, the creamer to your coffee, the drink of water at midnight. You’ve been through thick and thin together, there’s no way you would ever ruin it by dating and besides, Pete wasn’t your type you typically go for, well, musicians.

“Because New York never sleeps,” you laughed against his chest, “and I love sleep.”

“Yeah well...” Pete smirked, the real reason why he wants you to go to the after party. “How are you expecting Jack to just attend the afterparty alone?”

You scoffed pulling away from him, did you accidentally say “Wickedly talented and insanely hot Jack Harlow performs tonight!” in your monologue? Yes. 

Did that make Twitter start trending instantly with “WAS IT SCRIPTED?!” that Colin Jost and Michael Che had to lie for you on Weekend Update and say it was? Yes. 

Did Jack give you a hug that made your stomach flutter and your panties wet after the show ended? Yes. 

Did that mean that you were going to face the embarrassment of facing him at the after party? Hell. No.

“Pete...” you warned as you went back to the couch and pulled your sneakers out from your bag.

“Come on, y/n.” Pete laughed, if Pete told you the truth the only reason Jack was the musical guest tonight was because of Pete begging Lorne Michaels just so he could finally set the two of you up.

“Jack will be fine.” you chuckled. You don’t do parties, you don’t like the paparazzi and images that come out afterwards, you have a very carefully curated brand and boys like Jack Harlow have a way of ruining it.

“Oh come on,” Pete smirked sitting on top of the table across from you, “I saw that hug.”

“Just a hug.”

“And that look.”

“Just a look.”

“Not the one he gave you.” Pete smirked, his tongue dragged against his teeth, he knew that look that Jack gave. “That’s more than a look.”

“PD… I will murder you if you keep this up.” you laughed looking at him. He had a small pout on his face trying to convince you to come to the afterparty. 

“I’ll buy you a new pair of shoes.”

“No.” you laughed looking over at your assistant who just put her hands up signaling she was staying out of it. 

“30 minutes. 30 minutes and then you’re free to go.” Pete begged, he knew if you just gave Jack a chance the two of you would be really good together. You could balance him out - Jack could bring you out of your shell. The two of you had a lot in common and not just being in the spotlight.

“30 minutes.” you sighed, accepting defeat and looking over at your assistant who was already taking your outfit out from the dry cleaning bag. You kept things simple, classy, and elegant with long black trousers with a black lace corset. 

“Damn!” Pete smirked looking at your outfit, “Yeah Jack’s going to love that 100.”

“Not for Jack,” you lied, “simple is sexy.”

“Yeah yeah well, hurry up,” Pete smiled, texting Jack and telling him to be on his A game tonight because there’s no way you’ll listen to Pete again if tonight goes poorly.

“For her? Imma pull out all the stops.” Jack replied.

----

You sighed looking over at Pete who drove the two of you to the afterparty. The paparazzi snapped photos like crazy outside the car. “Pete and y/n hookup. Are Pete Davidson and Y/N Y/L/N making things official?” you mocked knowing what the tabloids were obviously going to say within an hour.

“Eight years of this and you’d think they’d know by now.” Pete chuckled and out of the driver's seat while he ignoed the shouting of the paparazzi and the flashing lights as he walked over to your side. He smiled realizing Jack really meant it when he said he was going to pull out all the stops because here he was, making his way over to Pete’s car, ignoring the paparazzi and just focusing on you.

Your eyes widened seeing Jack outside of your window instead of Pete, you couldn’t help but think of the tabloids now throwing Jack into the mix of it. Your hands slowly unlocked and opened the door allowing Jack to squeeze his way in while holding the door back with his hand so the paparazzi didn’t try to open it.

“Why are you - ?” you laughed, you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Just coming to rescue you ma’.” Jack smirked, flashing his grin that has had you sold since the second you laid eyes on him.

“Considering I’m here for you - .” you sighed, sliding out of the seat and against Jack’s chest as your feet hit the road, his body still blocked the view for the paparazzi. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

“Here for me?” he whispered, backing up and placing his hand on the small of your back leading the two of you and Pete who followed behind you into the venue.

“Better make it worth my while.” you smiled entering the room.

“Y/N!!” The entire room erupted in cheers when the three of you walked through the doors. You held your hands out accepting the love from everyone you’ve worked with the past week.

“Ahh!” you moaned, “You know I love it when people scream my name!” you playfully smirked as you walked away from Jack and Pete and made your rounds to everyone.

Jack leaned against the bar, his eyes watched your every move. God, you were fucking magnificent. The way your body swayed, the way your hair moved in whatever direction you needed, you owned every room that you walked into. Walked around the room as if you signed everyone’s paychecks, gave everyone hugs as if they were your friends, you were out of his league and he knew it.

Pete leaned against the bar next to him, his eyes followed you as well but laughed knowing how much of an act this was. How you were secretly waiting to be pulled to the side by Jack or secretly waiting for the 30 minute timer to go off on Pete’s phone so you could leave. 

“I owe you my life man!” Jack chuckled looking over at Pete, his fingers stroking his chin. Jack Harlow was actually nervous. The two of you were out of 30 Rock, out of work commitments, and all he wanted to do was talk to you.

“Nah,” Pete shook his head, “she’s good for you. You’re good for her, she just may push back a little bit.” Pete chuckled.

“So how do I play this?” Jack breathed out, he couldn’t believe he was actually asking for advice on how to pick up a girl, but you weren’t just any girl, you were the girl. The girl that makes a guy call his mother after the first date, the girl that has a guy picking out engagement rings within a month of dating, the girl he would dedicate his whole album to. 

“If you try playing anything on her she’ll see right through it man.” Pete chuckled, LA girls were supposed to be happy, carefree, etc. but you were an LA girl with a New York attitude meaning a no bullshit type of girl. You were a total sweetheart but you definitely had your guard up.

“So just be me?” Jack smirked, drying his hands off his pants as he walked over behind you. You were sitting talking to a few cast members and their guests when you felt Jack’s arms slide down in front of you, his chin resting on your head, his fingers connecting together as he just nodded along to the conversation.

You smirked, leaning back into him, thankful that SNL afterparties came with NDA’s and no photo clauses. “I think that’s my cue.” you laughed and said goodbye to everyone. Jack’s hand held out for yours which you gladly took as he led you into the hallway.

“You’re bold... I'll give you that.” you smiled leaning against one side of the wall, your fingers still intertwined with Jack’s as he leaned against the other side.

“Gotta give me more than that ma’.” Jack smirked, pulling his bottom lip into his teeth, gently biting on it because it calmed him down just a slight bit to focus on something else.

“Do I?” you laughed, rolling your eyes and turning your head back to the rest of the people in the main room. “You’re making me miss my after party.”

“Yeah but you only came for me so…” Jack smiled, his grin reaching his ears, his dimples fully showing. 

“Technically I came so Pete would leave me alone about it.” you smiled back at him, “You’re just an added bonus I guess.” you smirked, you knew musicians. You knew them well. Humble them or they humble you.

Jack smirked, you were going to be a challenge for sure but he was ready and willing. His hands tightened their grip on you as he pushed himself off of the wall with his foot. “Give me a chance,” he whispered walking over to you, Pete said to be real so you were about to get the realest Jack Harlow anyone has ever seen. 

“Why?” you smiled, your stomach fluttered looking into his eyes. Even in this dark dim hallway his blue eyes are shining brightly.

“Because I’m cute.” he laughed, his heart fluttered when he heard your laugh and saw your smile.

You nodded, “That’s true. I meet a lot of cute people though.”

Jack brought your hand up to his face, placing a light kiss to the back of your hand. He couldn't help but smirk when he heard you take a quick breath, “Cuter than me?”

You chuckled, your cheeks were getting warmer by the second feeling his scruff tickle the back of your hand, feeling his soft lips against your skin, “Not many people are.”

Jack couldn’t hide his smile so he opted to place another kiss to the back of your hand, “Damn right.”

“What else?” you smiled, ignoring the heat growing in between your legs.

“I can take care of you.” he smiled, resting his chin on the top of your hands and looking over at you.

You smiled, your stomach churned as your heart begged you to give him a chance, “Anything else?”

“Anything you need.” Jack smirked and gave you another light kiss against the back of your hand.

“Hey Jack?” you smiled, hearing Pete’s timer go off even through all the noise in the crowds.

“Yeah ma?” he smiled, thinking he had you locked in.

“Pete said I only had to be here for 30 minutes so...” you laughed, your hand rising up Jack's chest, your fingers gripping his shirt as you pulled him into you so you could whisper in his ear, “catch you next time.” you smiled and placed a light kiss under his ear before you patted his chest and walked away leaving a very flustered Jack Harlow in the hallway.

“There’s no way he flunked out that bad.” Pete laughed watching you walk up to him.

“Oh no he didn’t.” you smiled, “He’s cute PD but you said 30 minutes and I have a flight to catch tomorrow so...” you smiled, leaning up and placing a light kiss on Pete’s cheek. “See you around, go help your friend. I may have left him a little flustered.”

Pete looked over to the hallway and laughed, raising both of his hands up asking what happened.

“I don’t know man she’s just..” Jack chuckled, dropping his head. He really had his work cut out for him. 

“Yeah bro I know but you couldn’t convince her in 30 minutes?” Pete laughed, patting his friend on the shoulder.

“I had, like, five minutes with her and everyone else took up her time.” Jack pouted.

“So?” Pete smirked, he knew where your hotel was, even knew what room number you had and knew what late night New York pizza you always loved.

“So?” Jack groaned, taking a deep breath admitting defeat for the first time in his career.

“So, go get more time.” Pete smirked as he pulled out his phone and texted all the information he knew about you to Jack. Down to your favorite candy, favorite soda, favorite alcohol, favorite snack, and the pizza place you were going to order from. “Don’t say I never gave you anything.”

“I owe you my life.” Jack laughed as he walked out of the venue, ordering everything from his phone to be delivered to your hotel room hopefully before you even got there.

----

You yawned finally getting to your hotel, giving a light smile over to the receptionist. Your stomach instantly got hungry when you saw the pizza and snacks that were all over the counter.

“Oh Miss Y/L/N!” the receptionist smiled and waved you over to her. “These are for you.”

“For me?” you questioned, your eyebrows furrowed trying to figure out if you placed this order before you left 30 Rock or if Pete placed it for you.

“Yes, there’s a little note as well.” the receptionist smiled watching you read the note.

I’ll take care of you. -JH

You rolled your eyes, albeit you couldn’t hide how flustered you were. “Thank you,” you smiled at the receptionist. The two of you looked at the pile of food wondering how you were going to carry it up to your room.

“I could have someone bring it up for you.” she smiled, her eyes widened when she saw Jack walk up behind you.

“I can help, no worries.” he smirked and his arm slid around your waist. 

You bit your lip, thankful that once again the hotel you stayed at had strict NDA policies being frequently visited by celebrities daily. “You know, you didn’t have to leave a note if you were just going to be here.” you laughed grabbing the pizza while Jack grabbed some of the snacks. 

“Yeah but then I thought about how you could get here before I got here,” he smirked.

“I did.”

“Yeah, by like five minutes.” he chuckled, hitting the elevator button with his pinky. “Which by the way is the only amount of time I got with you.”

“So you want more time?” you smiled, hiding it by looking down at the pizza box in your hands.

Jack smiled, motioning for you to go into the elevator as the doors opened up, anything to see your ass in those black trousers which was a very hot outfit if he had to admit. “I’d spend every second of every day with you.”

You laughed, looking up at the ceiling waiting for the elevator to get to the top floor. “You’re a cheesy guy Harlow.”

“Just speaking the truth ma’.” Jack smirked, following you down to your hotel room which if he had to admit was a better hotel room than his. Even though he just dropped First Class, you would be the one putting him in First Class by a long shot.

“So here’s my humble abode for the night.” you laughed placing the pizza down on the entryway table. You immediately shot a hand down to your feet to take your heels off.

Jack watched as you balanced yourself, struggling to unclasp the last heel as he bent down. His fingers undid the clasp, leaving a small smirk on his face as he looked up at you. “I told you I’ll take care of you ma’.”

“I think this position is what people mean when they tweet at me to step on them.” you giggled, placing your foot down on the floor and holding out a hand to help Jack up.

Jack took it, using any opportunity to touch you. His fingers slid between yours as he stood up. His other hand moved a piece of your hair behind your ear, “You really are something you know that?” he whispered, his body was drawn to yours like a magnet. 

You felt your stomach in your throat looking at him, he really was cute, he was sweet, and he was smooth. God damn, Pete Davidson knew your type to a T and you were scared. You knew you could fall for Jack and with how Jack is being, you’d fall hard.

“You’re not too bad yourself Harlow.” you laughed pulling away from him. “So are you going to join me to finish all this or?”

“Up to you.” Jack smiled, he didn’t mind if he had to play the long game with you anymore. He’d wait days, weeks, months, even years if it meant he finally would be able to call you his.

“I mean,” you sighed, grabbing the pizza and walked over to the bed, “you’re already here so you might as well stay.”

“Say less.” he smiled, kicking off his shoes and making his way over to you.

“I’m going to kill Pete by the way,” you laughed opening the pizza box. Your favorite pizza place was a very shitty, very run down pizza place that you and Pete drunkenly stumbled upon a few years ago but god damn, you would fight anyone who said it wasn’t the best pizza in the city.

Jack laughed as the two of you grabbed a slice, “He’s just looking out for you.”

“Yeah, he does that often.” you smiled. Partly because you were grateful to have Pete as a best friend, partly because you just tasted the most amazing slice of pizza.

“You might be right, this is pretty good.” Jack laughed and the two of you continuing to talk about Pete, SNL, your lives, etc.

“Wait wait wait…” you laughed as you fell back against the bed, “so you only sang Creme because Pete told you it was my favorite?”

“I had like 10 other songs I was going to choose,” Jack laughed, and leaned his body up beside you. 

“Well Creme is hot.” you whispered looking up at him, your legs crossing subconsciously.

“And apparently so am I?” Jack smirked, “What was it you said?”

You screamed as your hands covered your face, “No don’t! I’m so embarrassed.”

“Wickedly talented and insanely hot.” Jack smirked looking down at you. God, you were perfect. Your black lace corset turned him on but this, this version of you with your guard down, this version of you that had messy hair, this version of you that could actually feel safe enough to let loose. He was down for you, a perfectly curated brand and all he will find a way to fit in your life.

You laughed as you dropped your hands, looking up into Jack’s eyes, “I wasn’t lying.”

“About which part?” Jack smiled, his confidence boosting and leaning over you.

You repositioned yourself so Jack didn’t have to awkwardly straddle you, your hand stroked his beard as you took a deep breath, “Both.”

“Well,” Jack whispered, placing a light kiss on your forearm. “I think that you are wickedly talented,” he smirked against your forearm, slightly sucking on your skin. He could feel your hips buck under him, “and insanely hot.” 

Jack turned his head away from your arm to look at you, “Not to mention incredibly beautiful, absolutely the cutest girl in New York…” he smiled, his cheeks getting redder by the second.

“Just New York?” you questioned, your lips formed a smile while your fingers played with his curls.

“Whole damn world if you keep smiling like that.” Jack chuckled before taking a deep breath and looking down at you. “I really want to kiss you right now.” he whispered, his finger sliding down your face to your chin, his thumb traced your bottom lip.

You could feel the heat radiating throughout your body, you were so confident at the beginning of the night that you wouldn’t be in this exact position but here you were, completely under Jack, his thumb on your mouth, his hips against yours. “Then do it.”

Jack immediately leaned down, his soft lips met yours, tasting the flavor of your lip gloss. God, you were already so addicting to him. The two of you nervously moved your lips in sync, the both of you having to remind yourselves not to smile because no one likes kissing teeth. You leaned up, deepening the kiss with Jack, your hips rubbing up against his in the process causing him to let out a low moan. 

“Oh?” you smirked, pulling away from him. 

“You can’t do that and expect me to stay quiet.” Jack laughed, leaning forward to kiss you again, pushing you deeper into the mattress. His hands gripped your hips as he grinded against you. God, this felt so good, he wanted more, he needed more but he stopped and pulled away, chuckling a little bit at the whine you let out.

“I-” Jack sighed, his hands gripped his chin. He couldn’t believe he was saying this, “I want to take you out first.”

“Take me out first?” you giggled and your hands pulled him back down to you so he was leaning on top again.

“I told you, you really are something y/n and I don’t want to risk ruining it by sleeping with you right away.”

You smiled looking up at him, you definitely thought he was a player and he definitely was but he was a player blocking a very easy score because he actually likes you. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Whatever you want me to.”

“Come with me? Back to LA.” you smiled, your finger playing with his curls, “I just have a shoot tomorrow night but then I’m free, you can make me dinner, and then after...” you smirked pulling him down by his shirt and kissing his neck. “You and I can do what we would do tonight if you weren’t such a romantic.”

Jack rolled over onto his side, “Sounds like a plan.” he smirked, pulling you over on top of him to straddle him, “Doesn’t mean I can’t tease the hell out of you tonight though.”

You smirked, grinding your hips slowly against his as you leaned down, “Likewise Harlow.”

[kimbappykidding]

Other Parts: Part One, Part Two and Part Three. 

You were at home when a hurricane in the form of your members hit you. "Y/n!" Soojin cried bursting into your room and you jumped, dropping the book you were trying to read. "Jesus what?" you asked and you saw Minnie, Yuqi and Soyeon follow her so knew this must be serious. "What happened?" you asked "is Shuhua okay? Where's Miyeon?". "They're fine but you have to see this" Soojin said and passed you her phone.

You watched V's video and were stunned. "Why would he do this?" you asked "he could've ruined his whole career by announcing this". "Because he loves you" Minnie said. "If what he said is true, then he won't care if he's fired" Yuqi said and you blinked "he said that before but I never believed him". "You know I've never been his fan" Soyeon said "but I guess this is the first step towards proof". You stared at the phone "when was this?". "30 minute ago" Soojin said "the internet has gone insane! Their account is trying to take down the recordings but more and more keep popping up. You're trending on Twitter and people can't believe it but more things about V are coming up. Photos are resurfacing and people are believing your story, they're criticising the people who blamed you and they're siding with you" Yuqi said. You paused "I never wanted people to side with me. I just wanted them to...". "Believe you?" Minnie asked "they do now, V's done that at least".

You shook your head "shit, shit...I have no idea what this means". "How do you feel?" Soojin asked and you shook your head "that I...I want to see him. I want to hear what's going to happen to him and I don't know yell at him? Thank him? I just want to talk to him". Soyeon nodded "we thought you might say that and that's what Miyeon and Shuhua are working on". "What, how?" you asked and you heard a honking outside. You looked out the window to see Shuhua in her dad's car which had blackout windows so nobody would be able to see you and Miyeon was holding up a full body suit which would hide all of you. "Let's get you to V" Soojin said.

The girls were like secret agents or something it was insane. Soojin took her car which was a typical flashy idol car and drove past The BTS house, you figured V would be there instead of at his apartment. Soojin's car flying by made lots of paparazzi follow her and thinned the crowd. Then Yuqi and Shuhua helped you climb the fence and slip into the backyard. V had showed you how to do this years ago and you were pleased they never moved. Once there you headed to the house and managed to get to the door as security caught you. You were arguing with them around the back when the garage door opened.

"Y/n?" Jimin asked hearing your voice but you only had one thing to say. "Where is he? What going to happen to him?" you asked. "We caught her sneaking around" the security guard said and Jimin nodded "it's okay she's a friend, thanks though Carl" and the man left you with a nod.

Jimin led you into the house and to the living room where some of the guys were waiting. "Y/n? Are you okay?" Jhope asked and you nodded "is V?". "We don't know" Jin said "they didn't let him come home. RM and Suga have gone to see if they can help him at all". You sighed and shook your head "why did he do that? Why would he be stupid! He could've ruined his career, all his fans might abandon him, he could've wrecked everything". "But Y/n he doesn't care about any of that" Jimin admitted "he just wants you and hoped this would show you that" and you blinked "he really does?". "Yes" Jungkook, Jin and Jhope said at once and you stared at them all "I...I..." you stuttered when there was a loud clicking noise and the front door opened.

Jhope immediately pushed you back to shield you in case anyone management-related entered but he stepped back when he saw who it was. V was looking down but he must've sensed something because he looked up and his eyes went to you straight away. "Y/n" he said and RM and Suga both jumped spotting you.

"Y/n why are you here?" V asked coming to you "there's so many people outside it's not safe for you". "No you don't get to lecture me about safety, I'll ask the questions and do the lecturing here" you said and V nodded "okay, What do you want to know?". You didn't even know where to start and had a million questions before but now, could only think of one. "Did you mean it?" you asked "when you said you loved me?". V nodded "I meant every word but especially that. I love you so much it hurts Y/n and I promise I will never hurt you like I did again" and that was all you needed to hear to close the distance and take back your man.

V closed his eyes as you kissed him and held onto you tightly. He'd dreamt of this moment for months now and it was finally happening. He pulled you closer even though he kept the kiss soft. It was more that he wanted proof this was real than to progress it any further. He could've stayed kissing you forever but he felt something wet on his cheek and opened his eyes to realise you were crying.

"Why did you do that?" you asked when you separated "you're going to be in so much trouble and you've angered all your fans for what?". V was expecting this and he knew the answer. "For you" he said "and that's why it's worth it. I'd do it all again for you Y/n, I don't care what they do to me as long as everyone knows I was the villain and you're the angel I'm crazy for". "I'm not an angel" you argued but V brushed away your tears "yes you are and I hate anyone treating you as any less. I won't have anyone badmouth you Y/n and if I lose everything but gain you then I don't give a shit. You're all that matters to me" he said and now you were both crying.

The guys gave you both some privacy and you cried more before finally feeling more settled. "So what have they said to you?" you asked "how much trouble are you in?". V shrugged "I'm suspended but as I said I don't care. I have enough money to spoil you for a lifetime and all that matters is you're with me". You blushed "you don't need to spoil me, I'm happy with you too" and V's heart soared. "You have no idea how happy that makes me" he said and you smiled "good" and wrapped your arms around him in a hug. V held you to him and let out one of the biggest exhales he ever had.

Once the guys stopped hearing crying they hoped things were okay and they knew it was safe to come back into the room when they heard laughing. "Hey how is everyone?" Jhope asked walking in first and V smiled brightly "brilliant actually" making the guys chuckle. "RM explained what's happening" Jungkook said and V nodded "I'm on hiatus but I don't care" he said looking at you "I have means to support myself so they can fire me if they want. I am sorry for doing this to you all though" he said leaning forwards "I blind sighted you and it's going to put us in the news in a bad light because of me. I'm sorry for that". "Are you kidding?" Suga asked "we don't give a shit about that?". "You don't?" V asked and Jimin laughed "of course not! We're proud of you" and all the guys agreed. "This is the most we've seen you smile in...well years" RM said and Jimin nodded "properly smile that is, not the fake one". V laughed "well I'm happy! Probably way happier than I should be right now" but Jin shook his head "I think all things considered it makes sense and we should celebrate!" and Jungkook pulled a bottle of champagne out from behind his back and popped the cork. You and V jumped before laughing and happily accepted the glasses passed to you.

It turned into a mini party with the guys all celebrating you two getting back together. By the sounds of it, they deserved it too from suffering on behalf of V. He hadn't been the best and they were quote "just happy the real V was back now". So everyone let their hair down and things just felt right. You found yourself going around the room catching up with all the guys and everything you'd missed in the years' absence. You didn't realise how much you missed them and had forgotten how much they'd all cared for you. It felt nice to be back with them but when V couldn't cope with you being away from him anymore he tugged you back to his side and said he'd come with you if you wanted to move but he was now your shadow. You didn't mind that and happily stayed with him.

After that, there was no question of you going home so when things started rounding down you headed upstairs with V and when you were alone the atmosphere changed. "I can't believe you're here" V whispered "I never thought I'd get this again, to have you here to have you in front of me" he sighed. You smiled "well you're wasting it all the way over there" and V smiled "you're right, I didn't spend years dreaming of this to let you stand in the corner. Let me make it up to you". He outstretched his hand with a beautiful sexy smile and you took it.

Everything felt like the first time again and in many ways it was. Your second kiss in 5 years was sweet and heartfelt but quickly became passionate and heightened. There were so many emotions wrapped up in this reunion and you could tell V felt that too. As things progressed you felt a little nervous like you had during your first time with V all those years ago and despite his ample experience with this, V was nervous too.

He touched you hesitantly at first as if scared you might disappear. He kept gazing at you and checking you wanted him. Finally after telling him for the 5th time V started to believe you and you picked up enthusiasm. V couldn't stop saying your name and whispering how much he loved you and how he just wanted to make you feel so amazing. It was a whirlwind of physical, mental and emotional pleasure and you were both exhausted afterwards. V repeated everything he'd said to you as you lay in his arms to make sure you knew he meant it and you could feel his sincerity with each word.

V knew you couldn't sleep if you weren't in pyjamas so before he could drop off he rolled out of bed and started rummaging in his drawers. You watched him amused, wondering what he was doing when he cried "found it!" and turned around to show you. "No way! You kept it all this time?". It was your favourite shirt of his which you always used to sleep in. V had it as a trainee and had long since outgrown it so it quickly became yours. "Of course" he said "I could never bring myself to get rid of it, it was my keepsake of you" and you smiled. "I have some shorts you can have too" he said pulling them out of his other drawer and you laughed "have not borrow?". "I meant what I said about spoiling you Y/n, anything of mine you want you can have". "That's really sweet" you nodded "but the only thing I want to have is you, how about you put the pyjamas down and I can show you?" you asked. V's eyes lit up and he quickly threw them on a chair before coming obediently back to you.

A while later you were both thoroughly exhausted, in pyjamas and wrapped up together ready to sleep...but V was unsure. "I don't want to go to sleep" V mumbled sleepily and you leaned back to look at him "why?". "Because this will just be a dream" he said "it's too perfect not to be, what if I wake up and you're gone?" he asked. You could tell from his tone he was genuinely scared of that and gently caressed his face "it's okay, I'm not going anywhere. I'm back V" and he looked at you before nodding. "Okay" and he bundled you close to him, holding onto you tightly. "But I'm still going to stay awake for a while". "You don't have to" you told him "I love you too, I'm not going anywhere" and V stiffened. "You do?" he asked and you nodded "I didn't stop" and V pressed himself even closer to you. "You're my everything" he whispered and you nodded "you're mine too and you know I'd never lie to you, right?" you asked pulling away so you could look V in the eyes. He nodded and you smiled and gently pressed a kiss to his lips. "Now come here" and you opened your arms. V settled into your arms and rested against your chest. "Go to sleep" you said gently stroking his arms "you're safe" you told him and V nodded listening to your voice as he was lulled into sleep. "I'm home" he replied sleepily before he gave into his dreams which were now a reality.

You woke up the next morning to find V wrapped around you, literally. You must've turned away from him in the night and V's response was to throw himself around you in an extreme spoon with both his arms and one of his legs wrapped around you. You chuckled slightly at how snuggly V had a hold of you and moved his arms enough for you to spin around and settle against his chest. You nuzzled it slightly before laying against it with a sigh. You dozed for a while and then heard a sharp noise followed by a swear which jolted you awake. You blinked your eyes open and saw V watching you "did I wake you?" he asked and you just smiled. "No" you lied and reached up to kiss him. V happily kissed you back and made a whine when you pulled back. "That was a really good night" you commented and V nodded "the best one I've had in years" and you smiled. V pulled you back into his embrace and rubbed your shoulders "thank you Y/n, for giving me another chance, things will be different this time". "I know" you said "thank you for fighting for me" and V nodded "always".

It had been a long separation so after you'd both woke up and realised you were in bed together you wasted no time getting re-acquainted. However not long after you were disturbed by a voice very quickly calling your name. "Y/n? It's Jimin, I'm not going to come in don't worry but your phone's been ringing all morning so it's here outside the door" Jimin said and then you heard him rushing away. You both chuckled at the panicked footsteps and V stood up and retrieved it for you. You did have tons of missed calls and you called Soyeon figuring your leader was the best one to call.

She picked up immediately. "Y/n about time!" she said and you laughed "sorry I didn't have my phone with me". "Why? Aren't you with V?". "Yeah but I wasn't exactly keeping track of my phone". Your friend made a noise of agreement as she got it "that makes sense, you always said V was amazing in bed" and you jumped slightly but V had already heard it and was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "That's what you used to say about me?" he whispered pulling you onto his lap and you pushed him away, you couldn't focus on the phone if he was touching you. "Yeah so what's up?" you asked more curtly than you meant but Soyeon just laughed. "The managers want to see you today and are asking when you'll be in". "They want to see me?" you asked a little worried and Soyeon nodded "yeah but don't worry you're of course not in trouble. You didn't do anything! I'm guessing it's just a little damage control, they'll probably want to know how to proceed and what V's planning on doing next". You could guess what V was planning to do next by the looks he was giving you and how his hands kept crawling closer to you. You waited a long time for this and frankly didn't want to go into work when you had V waiting for you so you decided not to. "Can you tell them I'm sick and will be in tomorrow. I have plans for how I want to spend the day and they do not involve talking to some middle-aged men about my relationship". Soyeon laughed "of course, you can't be off for long though or they'll get impatient". You nodded "tell them I'll be in tomorrow, I'm just stressed about what happened yesterday, they should get that". "Yeah totally, enjoy your sex day!" she said loudly and hung up.

The phone screen went black and V smiled "so I've got you to myself all day? For what did Soyeon call it?". "You know damn well what she said now would you like to tease me about it verbally or physically?". "Both" he replied and yanked you back onto his lap. This time he got no resistance.

You and V didn't emerge from his room until noon and all the members gave his doorway a wide berth knowing exactly what was going on. But you had to stop sometime and while V got some food you went to go shower. You returned feeling refreshed and happy. V took you downstairs where he'd cooked you breakfast and waited until you'd finished eating to get into business.

"So I called my lawyer while you were in the shower and he said your company can't force you to reveal anything about us. You can keep it all a secret if you want to. You don't have to say anything so don't feel forced to". You paused "I...you rang them to check?". V nodded "I want you to be protected in case your company tries any funny business, I can get one of them to come with you tomorrow if you want?". You shook your head "It's okay, I'm sure they just want to talk but thank you" you said coming to sit beside him. "I meant what I said Y/n, things are going to be different this time and I will be your biggest defender. Nobody is hurting you while I'm here". You smiled "well it goes both ways, I'll always fight for you too. I know things have been hard and they won't change overnight but I'll be here for you V. We can work together" and he stared at you before nodding. He'd forgotten what it was like to have someone he loved look at him like that. Not with worry or concern but with faith and confidence. You trusted him to turn things around and V loved you even more than he already did for that.

It shouldn't have come as a surprise but everyone knew you and V were back together. Every idol in the industry had seen that confession and rightly assumed after something so bold, you would give him a second chance. What was strange though was how it made people act towards you.

Overnight you became more powerful in their eyes. Your company suddenly got a lot of calls from people wanting G(I)-dle on their show and trying to book you for things. Then there were the other idols. At the first award show you went to, you could feel everyones' eyes on you and not in a bad way. "You'd think I won a gold medal at the Olympics or something, not got back together with my boyfriend" you commented to Yuqi who laughed. "The way they see it, you've jumped up the pecking order" Soyeon explained "they think V's made you more relevant". You smiled "well that's good...it tells me exactly the type of people to avoid" you said smiling at some girls waving to you whom you'd never spoken to before "it's a great way to weed out the snakes".

It occurred to you that this must've been kind of what it was like for V. To have people stare at him differently and suddenly clamour for his attention all those years ago when BTS got big. It didn't excuse what happened but you got a little more why it led V down a dark road. If that'd been you 5 years ago when you were just a kid, maybe you would've fallen for it too?

You didn't realise getting back with V would be so different to last time but quickly realised it was a pretty big deal because you were dating a completely different V. A week after you'd gotten back together V shared his schedule with you for the rest of this year when his hiatus ended, next year and even the one after that. He said he wanted to prioritise you and give you the first pick at any free time he had. There were huge chunks of time on his schedule pencilled out because V had tours or ceremonies or other big events planned even 2 years into the future. It was a little daunting at first seeing your life planned out but then you calmed yourself. It was just any other idol life and you shared your schedule too and got to planning.

You worked out you could both spend Christmas together, a whole week or so and then there were chunks in March, June and September where you'd be able to get away together the following year. Plus V had his 6-month hiatus and you'd agreed to move him to your apartment. He couldn't leave the house much because the media was all over him but you weren't as big news after a few months and had to leave for work. So V stayed at yours and only left when necessary at first. As things died down he got more freedom and could actually leave your apartment but he didn't hate it either way. He got to see you every day and he loved it.

V also low-key loved the domestic side it brought out in him. He really enjoyed cooking for you, preparing breakfast for you, making you lunches and serving dinner. It made him feel important and he meant his promise about spoiling you and food was a great way to do that. He bought a cookbook and everything and got all happy hearing you praise his cooking. He loved taking care of you so made sure the apartment was always clean, bought your flowers weekly, handled any errands or repairs you needed and felt like a house husband. He loved it and you noticed.

You got home from work one day to smell something amazing. "What is that smell?" you called and heard a laugh come from the kitchen. You followed it and found V smiling "surprise! I made Minnie's dish for you!". "Omg what?" you asked "but that's insane even I can't make it!". You adored Thai food and there was one dish in particular she made that took a ton of effort but was divine and that was what V had made for you. "How did you get the recipe and all the ingredients?" you asked. "I emailed Minnie for the recipe and the ingredients weren't too bad. Only took me 3 attempts". "You went to 3 different stores all to make me food?" you asked in awe and V smiled "yeah I thought you'd like it, do you?". "I love it!" you cried "you're amazing" before smiling "did you buy yourself an apron?" noticing what V was wearing. He nodded "yes all chiefs need one, do you like it?" he asked twirling. You smiled "yeah it looks great on you, thank you" you said kissing him softly and V smiled "wait until you see what's for dessert". You paused "I can't tell if you mean sex or actual food". V laughed "I meant food but I'm more than happy for dessert after dessert, now you go get changed, get in something comfy and I'll get everything dished up. I've got your favourite cold beverage chilling for you too". You shook your head "I feel like a husband from the 70s" and V laughed. "You know you don't have to do all this for me right?" you asked feeling bad having V spoil you so much but your boyfriend just shook his head. "I know but I want to and I love it" he said "and I quite like the idea of being your house husband" he smirked "just sitting at home waiting for you to come home to me after being a big successful power woman" he said getting more and more into this fantasy as he spoke. You laughed "I had no idea you were so attracted to power, are you after my money you gold digger?" you joked. V smiled "you don't have to pay me, I'm yours" and you smiled "no don't worry I can figure out ways to make it worth your while". V paused "do you need help freshening up?" and you smiled "yes please" and took his hand leading him into the bedroom.

Your new favourite thing was to wake up and hear V singing to himself in the kitchen as he made breakfast or to wake up in the night after a bad dream and have his mere presence make you calm. V made you happy and you knew you'd be able to get through the time apart for moments like this. And as V's hiatus drew to an end you both got ready for the change.

As the time for V to go back to work approached, you could tell he was nervous and hesitant to jump back in. He honestly didn't need to be an idol anymore. He had a lot of money and could easily get work as a model or host or anything really, especially with your pooling your incomes but you knew he loved being an idol and being on stage with his members. He just needed reminding of that, so you invited the guys all around to spend time with him.

V had seen the members fleetingly but not all at once since this had happened. He said he didn't want to distract them or bother them but you thought it more likely he was nervous. He worried they wouldn't forgive him for damaging their name or wouldn't need him, that they'd be better off without him. He didn't verbalise any of this though but you knew how he thought and could tell he was nervous to approach them. You tried encouraging him verbally but figured the best way to show him his friends loved him, was to have them tell him themselves.

V had done so much for you that when you got a few days of work you asked Jimin to take him out and do something nice together while you got the place ready. The guys came early, armed with food and drink and helped you set up in minutes. V wasn't expecting anything but when he walked through the door and saw his members holding "welcome back" banners it hit him. His members wanted him. He was a little tearful but it was happy tears and all the guys rushed to express how much they'd missed him and couldn't wait to have him back. When V found his way to you he almost cried again. "Thank you" he said softly and you smiled hugging him "you don't need to thank me, I wanted to show you how much your members love you and tell you it's okay. You've taken such good care of me these past few months and I trust you. It's okay for you to go back to work, it's not selfish to pursue what you love and I'll be here loving you every step of the way". "You're fucking amazing you know that?" V asked kissing you messily and you laughed as he pressed his lips anywhere he could. "Yes and so are you" you said giving him a slower more deliberate kiss. "Now come on, I didn't invite this many guys into my clean apartment to sit in the kitchen snogging you, let's go celebrate your return!".

After that V's worries didn't vanish but his biggest one, that the boys wouldn't want him was gone and that made the world of difference. You wanted V to have the perfect first day so made some plans. You weren't as skilled as V at the domestic crap and were quite proud of it but for V, you'd really tried. You woke up early to prepare V his favourite breakfast, even getting Minnie to bring you fresh ingredients and low-key help you make it because it was hard. Then you got all the stuff to make him a barista-level coffee and got some nice snacks and drinks for him while at work. You got all his clothes ready so he wouldn't have to worry and his favourite fluffy towel waiting by the shower. You did all this before V woke up and snook back into bed to surprise him. Minutes before his alarm went off you gently woke him up by wiggling into his arms and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "It's nearly time to get up" you whispered and V stirred before his arms tightened around you "and you knew I'd want a cuddle with you before huh?" he asked "you're the best girlfriend" he said moving you onto his chest fully and you smiled. You wanted so desperately to tease him about what you'd planned but managed not to and it was so worth it seeing V walk around the apartment and get more and more excited at the things you'd done for him. When you dropped him off for work he was in a great mood and you felt so proud to see him smiling so brightly.

"So I'll meet you here at 6 but if you want to go out with the guys or anything that's totally fine" you told him and V nodded "okay!" but you saw him hesitate. "Hey, you're going to be amazing" you told him "you were born to do this and finally you're back. I know you can do this and I love you so much". V smiled, he always smiled when you said you loved him and you'd purposefully not said it for a few days purely for this moment. V's shoulders relaxed and he took your hand "I love you too" and he leaned forward to kiss you. You made sure to make it a good one and when you pulled back stayed close to him "knock them dead" you said and he grinned.

In that moment you knew without a doubt both your futures were going to be bright and you were going to succeed together because nothing in the world could stop you.

[moodyvalentinestories]

Direction – Thirty-Two | Hunt x HWU MC (Danielle)

Summary: After finding out that footage of their kiss is all over the internet, Danielle and Thomas see for themselves what damage has been done. Separately.

Words: 1100+

❥ Previous Chapter: Thirty-One ❥ Moodyvalentine’s Masterlist

It was not a blurry photo shot with a phone from far away like Danielle would have suspected. In fact, what was attached to the article Chris was showing her on his phone was not a photo at all but an entire video that revealed much more than a simple photograph would have. Danielle watched it a second time and then a third. She’d felt, in the moment, that the kiss had been much too short but, according to what she saw on the screen now, it had lasted a lot longer than she’d thought. After her fourth watch, Danielle finally scrolled past the video to read the article.

EXCLUSIVE FOOTAGE! Actress Danielle Allen and director Thomas Hunt seen kissing passionately on the set of their new movie! Could this be the reason Hunt is back in the director’s chair after so many years?

She scrolled further down and, oh yes, it was bad. Below the first lines of text, there was the photograph of her and Hunt at Sundance, which certainly looked a lot worse now. He had only put his hand on her shoulder when he’d given her some advice about the situation with Anders Stone, and everyone had simply thought it was just a professor who was proud of his student’s achievements, but now…

Danielle knew the next few lines would be speculation about whether something had happened when she’d still been his student, and she was right. The next words were very much not kind towards Hunt, and she really wished she could talk to him right now. But he said he needed time, and considering his life may have just been ruined, Danielle was going to respect that.

“Look, this sucks right now, but we both know what they’re saying there isn’t true. And since there’s no evidence, this might just blow over,” Chris tried to console her.

Danielle cringed. “I’m not so sure about that.”

“What do you mean? We were together when you were at HWU, you wouldn’t have—”

“Oh, no, God, no!” she interrupted him. He was still watching her skeptically, and she sighed. “I never cheated on you, Chris, and certainly not with Hunt.”

Chris visibly relaxed at that. “So what is there to worry about?”

She really had no choice but to come clean about the entire thing now, did she? “Montmartre. We have worry Montmartre to worry about.” He gave her a puzzled look, and Danielle continued, “He’s been blackmailing me, and Hunt, too. There are some… pictures that look like we were closer than we really were, and… especially with this now…”

“Shit.”

“Yes. Shit.”

As if the TMZ article hadn’t been bad enough, Thomas decided to subject himself to something infinitely worse – he opened Twitter for the first time in a few months to see just how much damage this had already done. He was, unfortunately, not at all surprised to see that both of their names were trending. It did not escape his notice that Danielle’s name was higher on the list of trends than his own, but his dwindling prominence was an issue for another day. Thomas sighed, then closed the app before looking at any of the tweets. He did not need to do that to himself today.

As soon as he was ready to put his phone aside for the time being, another call came through. This time, it was his publicist. Thomas was almost scared to answer the call – now, he would have to come clean about the images that were still out there and could turn this entire thing into even more of a PR nightmare than it already was.

“Hello Lena, I’m—”

She immediately interrupted him. “Is it true?”

“What do you think?”

Lena sighed on the other end of the line. “Did you or did you not have a sexual relationship with one of your students?”

“Of course not!” he exclaimed, feeling rather offended that she would even consider that a possibility. “This is... not what it looks like.”

“Well, Thomas, unfortunately it is my job to be concerned with what things look like, so we’ve got a bit of a problem here.”

“I can see that.” He swallowed hard. “And you’re not going to like what I’m about to tell you.”

“Save your breath, I already know about your little problem with Viktor Montmartre.”

“How—”

“I’ve contacted Danielle Allen’s team before calling you and, clearly, she’s got a lot more sense than you do and actually talks to the people trying to protect her image.”

So much for Danielle not talking to anyone about this. But, he supposed, the people she surrounded herself with professionally had always been trustworthy – Montmartre notwithstanding. “I was handling it.”

“Oh, I’m sure you were,” Lena said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You better be thankful the girl seems to have a soft spot for you.”

Thomas furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

“She went against the wishes of her team when she went along with the blackmail. Obviously, she was advised to release what she had because, and I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that, she’s got a lot less to lose than you do. And from what I’ve heard, there’s no reason she shouldn’t have done that.”

So much for her team being trustworthy. He couldn’t fault them, though. To an outsider, the way he’d treated her up until a few days ago would certainly warrant not being all too considerate towards him. In fact, had their roles been reversed, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t have taken the easy way out.

Thomas should probably go speak to her. For what felt like the millionth time by now, he told himself it was not solely her fault this was happening, even if it might be less damaging to her career than to his.

“Look, I’m going to keep working with her team and try to figure out how to handle this situation,” Lena said when Thomas didn’t react to her last statement. “Stay off of social media for now, and don’t talk to anyone. If you deny now, and the other material comes out, it’s going to look so much worse for you. I’ll be in touch.”

Just when Danielle got off the call with Ethan, who had informed her of the PR strategy her team had come up with so far – which consisted of her and Hunt keeping their fucking mouths shut – there was a knock on the door. Chris went to open it, and Danielle was surprised to see Hunt standing there. Even bigger was her surprise when he spoke.

“I believe we still have some important matters to discuss.”

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[greengrayeyeswrites]

morangos com açúcar (chapter three)

Title: morangos com açúcar

Pairing: Dream x OC (fem!streamer!reader) x Quackity

Warnings: Mostly fluff. Mentions of anxiety, depression and ADD.

Note: This may be a Dream x OC story but feel free to insert yourself into the main girls role. If Dream ever announces that he doesn’t like fanfics about him, I’ll delete this.

Olivia + Friends — Dream + Friends —Prologue — Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5

Olivia chuckled. She looked at Esperanza, staring at her phone as if it would explode in the next thirty seconds. "Anza, I don't think he's going to text you this fast" Olivia said. "Who know when Alex will share your number with Sapnap." Esperanza looked over to Olivia. "This is all thanks to you, my gorgeous faceless best friend!" Esperanza cheered and threw herself in Olivia's arms.

"Nah, I simply just tweeted Sapnap's name under your tweet. I didn't told anyone to actually engage with your tweet." - "A few of my mutuals congratulated me for getting noticed by Sapnap" Esperanza laughed. "They say I'm a good fangirl and I deserve all the attention from my comfort streamer." Esperanza looked at Olivia, who was simply smiling at her.

Olivia loved seeing her friends happy and content like this. Even if Olivia probably would get a backlash from Sapnap's fans and other Dream SMP stans, she wouldn't change anything. It was probably a stupid and reckless decision, but seeing Esperanzas smile made it all worthwhile.

"So what are you planning to do, if he actually texts you?" Olivia asked. She had zero to non-existing experience on this topic and didn't know what was going to happen next. A boy, a very handsome boy, Esperanza felt drawn to had her phone number. What happens next?

"I'll probably try and get to know him in a non-creepy way? If he wants me to stop fangirling about him, because it makes him uncomfortable I'll obviously stop." A wicked grin plastered itself on Esperanzas face. "And maybe I'll flirt a little bit? I mean, he did like my tweet and the main focus of that picture was my ass." Esperanza wanted to continue, when the bell of Olivias house rang.

"It's probably just one of my brothers, gimme a sec."

Olivia walked over to the door and opened it, imagining Tomás or Diogo standing in front of it, but once her door was opened and none other than her best friend Alex stomped into the open living room, she knew something was up.

Esperanza waved him from the couch she was sitting on, "Hi Alex!". Alex waved back and looked at Olivia. "You two are so... so..." - "So what?" asked Olivia, kinda confused about how upset Alex seemed.

"What was your plan with those pictures?" the boy let out and sat down on the couch. "Our main point was taking pictures with those cars, Alex" Olivia said. "We immediately fell in love when our professor handed us the keys and made us search for our cars in the car park." The Gemini continued.

"YOU'RE TRENDING ESPERANZA!" Alex yelled. Olivia widened her eyes and looked over to Esperanza, who was sitting cross legged on the couch, her phone clutched in her hands and her black hair in a messy bun on top of her head.

"How?" Olivia asked. She never managed to get viral. Even though she was a Streamer herself. But her best friend who was a full-time fangirl managed to trend? Alex sighed. "Your car girl aesthetics got retweeted and reposted millions of time. Especially Esperanza's!" Alex yelled and turned his phone.

He was on the Twitter search site and one of the trending topics was #SapnapsIdealTypeCarGirl. "I don't even want to know how many perverts downloaded your pic" Alex screamed, when Olivias phone pinged. "Sorry" she excused herself—leaving Alex and Esperanza behind.

Once in the kitchen she saw that an unknown number had sent her a message. She quickly opened the message and chuckled. It was Dream. The super famous Minecrafter whom she played Jackbox with the other day. The streamer that laughed hysterically because of Paddington Bears crippling addiction to sucking whale cocks.

Olivia grinned at the message and quickly saved Dream's number before walking back into the living room. Alex was still screaming and Esperanza looked like she wasn't even listening to him. "Olivia, talk some sense into her!" he begged and Olivia cocked her eyebrow.

It had been a few days since the Car Girl pictures got posted and Esperanza did gain a lot more new followers from that one tweet. Probably because George and Sapnap interacted with it. Esperanza was doing fine though. Olivia didn't see the problem.

"Alex, may I talk to you?" she asked and he lifted his arms. "In private" Olivia added and Alex dropped his arms looking at Esperanza one more time. The Aries was way too busy checking her social medias.

Once back in the kitchen, Olivia leaned onto the kitchen counter and grabbed onto Alex's hands. "You're usually not this worked up mine and Anza's antics... why are you so mad?"

It would be a lie, if Olivia holding onto his hands like this, didn't do anything to the still twenty-year old Capricorn. But he quickly shook his head. "It's just... both of you barging into my friend group is a little" he rubbed his temples and Olivia gave him a soft smile.

"You don't want me and Esperanza in your friend group right? Those streamer boys and girls are your friends... you don't want us to engage with them... am I right?" Olivia asked and Alex's head shot up. "What?" he asked. "You don't want Anza and me to be part of your Streamer friend group" Olivia repeated, cocking an eyebrow and looking at the 5'8'' tall boy—who was still smaller than her.

"What? No! I don't care if Esperanza and Sapnap become friends or whatever." Alex gently ripped his hands out of Olivia's embrace. "It's Anza's and his life. If they wanna become friends or whatever... I don't care." Alex turned his back to Olivia and leaned against the counter. Olivia looked at him.

"What's your problem then?" The woman asked and Alex looked over to her. "I-I don't actually know—" he started when Esperanza started screaming in the living room. Alex and Olivia both looked at each other before dashing into the living room, seeing the young Latina standing on the couch, holding onto the fabric of her skirt, since her crop-top was tightly on her body.

"You okay, weirdo?" Alex asked, when Esperanza grinned towards them. "Sapnap just texted me! And he sent me a selfie!", she fawned, pressing the phone onto her chest. "Olivia, Alex both of you are so pog! I'm leaving now, I gotta text this hunk of a man!"

And with these words Esperanza ran out of Olivia's house leaving the two Twitch streamers alone. Olivia looked at her friend. "So, Alex? What did you want to say before Esperanza started creaming?"

"EXCUSE ME?!" Alex yelled and Olivia started laughing. The Mexican boy looked at his best friend and gently smacked the back of her head. "You're unbelievable."

A few days later Olivia was streaming. She was continuing to play Kingdom Hearts II and continuing where she last stopped. The 8K viewers she currently had were commenting nice things about her gameplay and while playing Olivia even engaged in small talk with her fans.

I'm still not over the picture of you on that blue car! What was that all about?

A text-to-speech donation cheered and Olivia grinned, pressing her PS4 controller tighter in her hands. "Some of y'all have been following me for quite some time and know that I'm an engineering major with my main focus being on automotive engineering" the girl started, "so the blue car you saw on that picture is my midterm exam. Simply said, I need to take it apart and re-build it." Olivia grinned, while she continued playing the game.

Her eyes sometimes wandered to her chat, that was currently just spamming her with cute emojis.

user2323: vroom vroom🏎💨

user9887: that sound's so cool! the fact that you can take apart and re build cars is so cool!

user4636: ngl girls who know their cars are hot

"Feel free to leave some messages in the chat! I try to read and answer as many as possible. You don't need to send donations for me to answer your questions!" Olivia grinned, continuing to smash her fingers on the controller.

"What's your favorite game?" Olivia read and tilted her head, even though her viewers couldn't see her—she was faceless after all. "Definitely Kingdom Hearts: Melody of Memory!" she answered. "Everything about this game is so gorgeous!" A chuckle left Olivia's lips, when another text-to-speech donation popped up.

"I told you, you don't need to—" Olivia stopped speaking as soon as the computer generated voice spoke.

Hi Olivia! Nice stream so far! I'm not that knowledgable in Kingdom Hearts but the game looks fun! Dream.

Olivia blinked and re-read the message. Dream had donated $50 and Olivia sighed. "Thanks for joining the stream, Dream!" She smiled. "I hope you can enjoy the magic that is Kingdom Hearts!"

Olivia continued playing when another $50 donation came in. She rolled her eyes, thankfully no one could see her.

You have to teach me, next time we talk to each other! Maybe I'll can join the game. Dream

"Dream, this is literally a single-player game." Olivia said and rolled her eyes. "And please keep your money." The Gemini added and continued playing. For a while the donations from the green man stopped, until he started spamming her chat.

dreamwastaken: don't ignore me olivia

dreamwastaken: I'll stop sending money I swear

dreamwastaken: add me on discord

dreamwastaken: i wanna be ur friend :((

Olivia sighed. "Dang he's persistent. What are you thinking Chat? Should we add the Dream to VC? He doesn't know anything about us as a community or Kingdom Hearts. What should we do?"

user6652: add him!

user912: omg THE Minecraft dream?

user657: I don't want to share our lovely Olivia though?

Olivia read a few texts from her fans before adding Dream onto a Voice Call on Discord. She had recently befriended him on Discord, after he asked her about her own Discord ID.

The familiar ping appeared and Olivia saw the bubble with Dream's icon on the left side of her desktop. "Hello Dream and welcome to OH_livia!" the girl greeted and waited for the popular streamer to answer.

[pseudo-apollo]

Get Fucked, Mercenary Art Studio

I'm not one for drama, I swear, but as someone who enjoys going to comic conventions, buying art that looks cool, and spreading awareness, I can't help myself in this particular instance.

I was recently at a con, and while perusing the wonderful art booths, came across one with a cool trio of art of Venom, Carnage, and Spider-Man. Classic stuff. I took a closer look and naturally started flipping through the book of this artist's other work and noticed something off. Like...I immediately knew that at least 95% was AI-generated. It wasn't even like they'd touched up some AI-generated stuff. No, it still had all the hallmarks. Creepily asymmetrical eyes, incomplete patters/shapes (great example was looking at a Captain America piece where a star was missing two whole points...), and just that general very surreal look that a lot of AI-generated art has.

But hey, I try to give people the benefit of the doubt, even when it is painfully obvious what's going on.

So I take note of the name on the booth, Mercenary Art Studio, and do a little digging when I'm finished for the day at the con and have some down time. It's easy to find the online presence, and despite what the name might suggest (or made me think, personally) it appears to just be one artist, not multiple working under a single name. It looks like the artist has a Twitter (@mercenary_art), Facebook, Discord, Twitch, website, everything.

Looking at the website, this artist is peddling NFTs (still? I thought we collectively decided we were done with that), but more importantly, on Twitter, many art pieces are clearly tagged with #aiart. Well, at least they're not trying to be subtle. Even some of the ones being sold as NFTs are tagged as #aiart. So not only are they selling this stolen art at the convention as prints, but online as NFTs. I would expect no less.

Now, I say all this knowing that this artist only has 7,195 followers on Twitter (at the time of this post), but this is utterly despicable. For someone profiting off stolen artwork to claim to be an "artist" is disgusting. Doing this does not make you an artist. To claim that you are an artist, and then to profit from it makes you a lowlife. Lazy, talentless, and scummy.

I know we saw this coming with the rise of and accessibility to AI art-generators. I know this probably doesn't come as a surprise to any reading this, but having seen it invade convention space, I wanted to put a warning out there. This isn't necessarily about this singular person in particular, but about a larger trend we will undoubtedly be seeing over the next few years.

So please, don't buy anything from Mercenary Art Studio, make sure no one around you does either, but more importantly:

Please be careful and critical when buying art from conventions. I can't image Mercenary Art is the only one doing it, but at least they're not even trying to hide it (...yet).

There are so many talented, devoted artists out there who make the art that they sell, have spent years on their craft and hours on their pieces. As more and more people try to capitalize on stolen art, I feel it is more important than ever to support those hardworking artists. So please, support artists, show that we won't accept AI-generated bullshit. Show that we value humanity and hard work. Thank you.

Tl;dr I was at a convention and a booth there was selling AI-generated "art". Please don't support people peddling stolen art, instead support the human artists who devote time and energy and love to their craft.

[n1k1tty]

idol!enha's reaction to other idols crushing on idol!reader ?? :D <3

idol!enha reacting to other idols crushing on idol!reader! ft p1harmony!

HEESEUNG

- LOLLL he'd try so hard to hide his jealousy

- he was in an interview with your group, enha, and p1

- and theo and you had like a cute little interaction

- you like tripped and he just happened to be behind you so he helped you and some shit like that

- he was honestly okay with it at first but the hosts started to tease you and theo and he was like 🤨->😃->🙂->😕

- and then it was even worse when he was scrolling through twt and he saw that you and theo were trending LMAO

- the second you came over to their dorm he pouts and TRIES to ignore you

- but literally the second you say hi to him and give him a hug, his heart literally melts and immediately forgets about you and theo's scandal

- after he told you (and you teasing him) he just tweeted "everyone pause for a sec, yn is MINE" with you retweeting it to confirm LMAO

- hybe was mad at hee but it was all worth it tbh ;)

JAY

- you and jay were watching P1's weekly idol ep

- a few minutes into the video, the hosts ask him who's Theo's ideal type

- and he said "well my ideal type would probably be Y/n from (group name)"

- not even a second after theo said that, jay turns off the tv

- you just laugh at him LMAOOOOO

-for the rest of the week, jay is just trying to impress you by flipping the pancakes in the air or showing off his muscles out of nowhere

- "babe what is up with you?" you laugh

- "don't tell me you're leaving me for that theo guy"

- "THAT'S WHY YOUVE BEEN TRYING TO IMPRESS ME THIS WHOLE WEEK?!"

JAKE

- your group went to an award show and you just happened to sit between enha and P1

- and when you sat down, Jiung noticed that your skirt was a little short

- and out of respect, he gave you his jacket

- this went viral all over twitter

- and all jake could do was pout about it

- "quit pouting baby, you know i'm yours"

- "i know, but how come they didn't notice when I was about to hand MY jacket to you?!"

- "want me to tell engenes and (fandom name)?"

- "no y/n that's so stupid--"

- "BREAKING NEWS: whole social media goes wild after (group name)'s Y/n posts a picture of them and Enhypen's Jake cuddling with the caption saying "cuffed<3""

SUNGHOON

- after it was announced that u and keeho were mcing a show together, the whole internet was going frenzy over u and keeho's 'relationship'

- the directors insisted on having the two of u spending more time tghtr to get close

- and ofc,,,, bb sunghoon wasn't too happy about it

- but it doesn't get any better from there bcs after the first episode of the show, the whole internet was going crazy about how keeho took a lint off your hair

- and when you n sunghoon finally had free time, u came over to their dorm

- BELIEVE ME OR NOT BUT THIS MF LITERALLY LOCKED YOU OUT OF HIS ROOM

- "sunghoon wtf, whats wrong"

- he just walked past u until jungwon had to tell u whats up

- "sunghoons sulking cuz of u and keeho"

- u bursted out laughing and attacked sunghoon w kisses :3

- held u tight on the couch and forced you to watch despicable me 2 ( and kept on calling u gru🙄)

SUNOO

- after telling him that u and intak were doing a dance collab, sunoo claims that he wasn't jealous

- but his behaviour the following days say otherwise🙄

- "babe come look at my new plants :)" replies w "nice" (DOESN'T EVEN LOOK AT IT)

- he kept on being sassy and petty to the point where you've had enough of it

- "KIM SUNOO ISTG"

- gets scared and gives you a big smile that usually makes u soft

- this time it didn't work and he knew he got himself into some deep shit LMAOOOO

- *making up excuses as to why hes acting that way*

- "oh really? riki says it was bcs of intak"

- "NISHIMURA RIKIIIIII"

- legend says riki is still running for his life

JUNGWON

- i can never picture this man being jealous

- but deep down he prolly is LMAO

- after finding out that u had a collab with jeongseob he acts as if it was okay and went on about his day

- or so u thought🌚

- for the following days jungwons been a little clingier than usual

- not saying that u DONT like it but obviously there was smth wrong

- for the 5th time today, he gave you a kiss on the cheek and gave u a hug from behind

- "jungwon whats up"

- he acts clueless 🙄

- "idk what ure talking abt😊"

- u give him a look that tells him u knew whats up so he just told u

- "AWWWW wonie :( ily okay? only u"

RIKI

- u were supposed to do a dance collab w riki but due to his fever they chose soul to fill in instead

- he was bummed about it for WEEKS

- and once the video was released, it had a lot of good reactions

- but it seems as though riki was the only one who didn't like it

- "pfft i bet you he probably has a crush on you"

- when he saw that soul had to touch your HAND

- he literally freaked out and rose from his bed immediately

- "RIKI LAY YOUR ASS BACK DOWN URE STILL SICK"

- "ISNT THAT ILLEGAL? ONLY I GET TO HOLD UR HAND"

- holds ur hand the whole day so that "the soul particles would be replaced by riki particles instead😊"

[sixofravensandfoxes]

REGARDING THE PATRICK GIBSON NIKOLAI SITUATION

what he said in the past is absolutely not okay and im not trying to “justify” his behavior, only trying to offer some other viewpoints. first, we’ve only had this casting for a day and you’re already trying to find reasons to cancel him just because he wasn’t what you envisioned nikolai to be and i think that’s disgusting. it’s something i expected given the fandoms behavior in the past, harassing random actors & models comment sections with “NIKOLAI” and his quotes. that behavior was completely embarrassing and uncalled for especially given @/robert1wilde’s sad response to those messages in his comments.

second, we’ve only had this casting for a day. we don’t KNOW this man and we have no clue what his views are currently and how he feels about his tweets. he could have changed or he could have not, WE DON’T KNOW. i know S&B has had some dicey moments (brownface, not plus size nina, jesper having lighter skin) but i wholeheartedly believe that the casting directors, leigh bardugo, and the rest of our diverse cast members would not be fine with this pick if they knew he was a bad person. we don’t know anything about him, but THEY DO! they’ve gotten to know him and know more about his personality/views than we do based on tweets from 10+ years ago.

it’s not okay what he said, but he was also 15 when he said those things and that leaves the possibility of more than a decade for him to grow for the person he was back then. personally, im disappointed in the person i was several years ago as well but I’ve grown from my mistakes and tried to improve myself as best as possible. we don’t know him, his situation, his environment, his friends, his family background, etc. we don’t know this guy at all so how are we basing our entire perception on him from a few HORRIBLE tweets he said 10+ years ago. I knew cancel culture was toxic, but this is honestly ridiculous given we hardly have any other information on him and haven’t gotten to know him yet. it takes time, maybe he will acknowledge his mistakes once everyone stops hating on his looks and casting. once again, WE DONT KNOW.

in regards to accountability, think about it: if you were put in this situation of being casted as an extreme fan favorite character and people were angry because you didn’t look good enough, you would probably also be trying to not get involved in the drama to spare your own feelings and trying to avoid toxicity. this guy is pretty unknown so far and while his behavior in the past (approximately 11 years ago) isn’t admirable, it’s understandable why he would delete it and not get involved in Twitter drama because being part of a project with this big of a fanbase is probably pretty new to him. im not trying to say what he did was correct in deleting the tweets, just that it makes sense given the context of the situation. i hope that he does acknowledge it in the future or show that his views have changed, but until then WE DONT KNOW enough about him and shouldn’t immediately cancel him.

also, I’ve been seeing way too much heat about his looks and the #/notmynikolai trending and im disgusted at the fandoms behavior. granted, im not surprised bc everyone had such high hopes for nikolai (remember harassing other actors???) especially because the rest of the cast are so incredible, but this toxicity really needs to stop. from what I’ve heard, his performance in his other projects has been phenomenal and we’re truly lucky to get someone with his talent. i myself didn’t picture nikolai as patrick but the more i opened my mind to it and saw his other photos + his energy in videos, im convinced he’s gonna do an amazing job just like the rest of the cast have. there’s a reason he was picked out of all the hopefuls who auditioned and there’s a reason leigh + the casting directors approved him. we just need to wait and see.

i remember people used to (some still do tbh) hate on freddy and archie a lot as well, based on looks and now most people love them. GIVE IT TIME! OPEN YOUR MIND! sorry that the casting directors couldn’t read your mind and pick based on who you wanted </3, i personally would want someone with great looks and AMAZING acting skills rather than someone with amazing looks and mediocre acting skills.

also, this isn’t even a bad casting like skinnywashing nina & lightskinned jesper. y’all are doing so much to cancel this man yet most of y’all were silent on darkskinned rep, plus size rep, and the brownface thing (i say this as a south asian). those were all bad things that happened as well !!! at least we got someone who has the physical characteristics and FITS THE DESCRIPTION of nikolai.

also im convinced that y’all would not have dug up this much dirt and wanted to cancel the actor so bad if he happened to fit your image of nikolai. just admit it! you want to get him cancelled so they cast someone who looks like a “better” nikolai.

[hoe-for-writing]

My hero (t.c.)

A/N: wow i haven’t written anything in almost a year and then 2 fanfics in 24 hours. wow. I just reentered my timothee chalamet phase and realized that I never had written a single thing about him so here we go. btw this is not edited and it’s also kinda late so...

 Timmy had wrapped his arm tightly around you, his warm fingers lingered on your waist while you two were walking around. You guys rarely took a walk in the central park due to the many fans that usually bombarded you with questions as soon you only stepped on foot out of the door.

But today was supposed to be a good day, a bit windy, but still warm enough to walk outside without gloves or hats.

Timmy hadn’t expected any paparazzi today. He wasn’t really used to it, not yet and he sometimes wondered if he’d ever not be surprised when they chased him, him, not someone else.

But the clicking sound of a camera immediately betrayed the pap, who had apparently tried to take a picture of you and Timothée.

“Ma chèrie…”, he whispered into your ear and slightly nudged you while looking at the paparazzi. To your surprise, it wasn’t just one or two guys. Multiple men with huge cameras were coming towards you, it seems that they had given up on being secretive and now ran to you guys, shouting your names. You pulled down your cap and held a hand in front of your face. Paps always managed to take the worst pictures of you, that was at least your opinion and the opinion of some guy who lived in his mother’s basement just to comment hate on your Instagram.

“Y/N, look here! To your left!”, screamed one of the guys and came very close. Timmy pulled you closer to him, now wrapping his arm around your shoulder while shielding your face with his hand as well. He wore huge sunglasses that covered most of his face, so he worried more about you. He knew how insecure you got from time to time. Every other day you were on the front page of some tabloid, where people, who had never met you, told lies about you, judged your appearance or speculated about whether you were pregnant or had gained weight.

You picked up the pace, moving closer to Timmy’s car which was unfortunately parked pretty far away.

Due to the huge commotion the paparazzi caused, some fans became aware of you. They were usually very kind and today they did even better. You heard some shouts from a few teenage girls, yelling at the paps to leave you guys alone and you even managed to send them a quick, thankful smile.

“Timothée, come on, look here, smile! Buddy!” A guy with an almost cruel smile had caught up to you and was definitely too close to you. And on top of that, he also seemed to not know the rules. He grabbed your wrist to pull you away from Timmy.

“Hey, let go of me, asshole!”, you yelled, trying to break free, while hearing the camera click. The flash burnt in your eyes and an image of your favorite sunglasses passed through your brain.

You were still trying to get rid of the guy’s grip on your wrist, when you felt Timmy changing to the side where the pap was and shoving him away from you.

“Don’t fucking touch her.”, he said in a cold, calm voice. The pap looked at him, more surprised than upset and, just to get a rise out of Timothée, reached for you once again.

It happened a lot faster than you could watch. You just felt a rush of air coming past your face, heard the punch landing in the middle of the paparazzi’s face and then a loud groan coming from the ground.

The guy sat on the ground, holding his nose which was definitely bleeding and whimpered.

“I told you not to touch her.”

Your eyes lingered on Timothée, you felt both pride and fear for him. Was that going to get him in trouble?

You and your boyfriend walked to your car in silence but you couldn’t help but side eye him every few seconds. His usually beaming and bright eyes had taken a darkness to them which you had never seen before.

Back in your apartment, you went to the freezer and grabbed a frozen pack of peas, wrapped them in a towel and gave it to Timmy who sat down on the sofa, sighing.

You kneeled down in front of him and whispered: “Are you okay?”

The darkness left his eyes and was replaced by worry.

“Are you serious? Are you okay?” he slowly caressed your cheek and then took your hand with the not injured one.

“Yeah, I… sure, nothing happened.” You answered.

To be honest, you had been terrified. Sometimes, you even felt a little scared to hug fans when you were outside. To have been kept hold of like that, had frightened you. But you felt ridiculous, nothing bad had happened, and it was only one guy.

“Yes, of course something happened. That… guy,” you could tell that he would have preferred to use a different word, “He shouldn’t have touched you. That’s not okay.”

A small smile crept onto his face. “He deserved that punch.” He grinned.

 Not an hour later, yours and Timmy’s name were trending on Twitter and multiple “News” sites had covered the story.

Creepy paparazzi tried to hurt Y/N Y/L/N!

Timothée Chalamet can punch like hell

Those were just some of the first headlines you saw when you logged onto twitter, along with sweet messages from fans, defending him and you, and shaming the paparazzi.

Of course, the news outlets let everything sound a bit worse than it was and by the end of the day you had read two articles, talking about attempted kidnapping and one about Timmy having beaten the shit out of the guy.

“I’m a hero to the world.”, grinned Timmy while scrolling through the article you had sent him.

“You’re my hero.” You replied and kissed him on the cheek.