#i hate announcing that to people but like :((( idk i want attention

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ngl i don't understand whats so wrong about asking people to listen to the album? u dont have to go to extremes and leave a playlist on all night like they do on twitter but i would think if you're a fan, you'd want to listen? we wouldnt have to beg people to support JITB... cause honestly i dont think they'll have this energy for anyone else in the group so its just disappointing im sorry i'll stay petty

ig a lot of people are against streaming because they find it stressful and also streaming does at times really makes us not enjoy the song, it starts feeling like a job instead of enjoying your fav so i get their pov, they aren’t saying that they aren’t listening to the work, they just don’t stream which is fine, to each their own, though i don’t think it’s right for them to shame people who do stream; like i said before let’s respect each other’s choices

but yeah there are tons of people who do stream actively but didn’t stream jitb, they upload top 20 songs being streamed by armies daily on twitter and only 2-3 days back did more started appearing on the list, that too on the number 20 and 19 :// like you said, streaming is pretty easy, just put on a playlist while you’re busy doing something else/aren’t on your phone, and yet people completely refused to stream jitb, all the hobi accounts that i follow on twitter had been begging people to stream jitb since the mama nominations were announced, and yet they were completely silenced and labelled as solos :/ it’s really sad 😞

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ateez reacts to you catching a bouquet at a wedding

group : ateez

pairing : ateez (individual) × reader

genre : relationship, romance, crack ?

wc : 3 k

warning : idk relationship ??

a/n : my impulse strikes again

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hongjoong

From the moment the mc announced the bouquet catching session, Hongjoong was tense. He sat slightly straighter and his eyes were wide as his attention was focused on you who joined the other people on the floor.

"Oh look, he's about to shit himself," Wooyoung snickered as he sip his cocktail. Seonghwa smacked his younger friend on the chest and shook his head, "Don't be an ass, bouquet toss doesn't have to mean anything," he said as he shifted his eyes to his frozen friend. "Is he even functioning?" Mingi asked, peering over to wave a hand in front of Hongjoong's face, noticing how the older only move to take small sips of his scotch. "I am, thanks for asking," Hongjoong answered in a monotonous tone, everything he had was put solely on your excited form, not knowing how to feel about you possibly catching the bouquet and expecting things.

What Hongjoong didn't expect was expecting for you to actually catch the bouquet and feeling happy when you did it. He couldn't possibly forget the look on your face as you ran back to him to show off the pretty arrangement. "Did you have fun?" He asked, can't help but cracking a smile as you sat down on your original seat next to him, making the others disperse to give you two a moment. "Of course I did, look!" You giggled, showing off.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see people looking at the both of you and he began getting nervous again. Noticing this, you reached your hand to grab his and smiled, "Don't worry Joong, I'm not expecting anything from you. It's just a fun activity to see if anyone would embarrass themselves," you leaned in to peck him on the lips gently, "So you stop looking like you're about to shit your pants, okay?" You said as you stood up and walked off to your friends.

It was at that moment that Hongjoong realized that he really do want to spend the rest of his life with you. You were so understanding with him and you could always seem to calm his irrational fears. Maybe people were on to something about wedding bouquets.

seonghwa

In all honesty, you never thought of joining the others in the bouquet toss because a. it's cheesy, b. it's barbaric, c. you're in heels and you'd make a fool out of yourself. But it seemed like Seonghwa REALLY wanted you to join in, failing miserably to "subtly" encouraging you. Who'd say 'It's good to get a bit of movement' ?? Your boyfriend Park Seonghwa, that's who.

So you found yourself amongst other people in the middle of the floor, looking at your boyfriend who was grinning at you by the sidelines. "I hate you," you mouthed at him to which he replied by blowing you a kiss, "I love you too," he mouthed back. You could've just walk away but your boyfriend wanted you to do it and honestly, you'd rather comply to the bouquet catching than the other thing he wanted to do. In public space. Semi-public place. Or an open space. Or basically just... A place.

You weren't even paying much attention but somehow you managed to catch the bouquet, it just fell into your hands after three people fought over it on top of your head. The whole crowd couldn't help but stare at you in your dumbfoundedness for a solid five seconds before errupting into a big cheer. The crowd made a path for you to go to your boyfriend and your body just moved on instinct, welcoming his awaiting hug and breaking out of your trance when he pecked your lips. "Seonghwa, I swear, I don't-" you wanted to explain but he just grinned widely, "Guess you're just lucky," he chuckled as he placed his hand on your back to guide you back to your seat.

Little did you know, Seonghwa pulled the bride to be in cahoots with him, making sure to aim the bouquet at you and hope for the best because in a week's time, you'd change your status from being his girlfriend to his fiance.

yunho

Weddings are always your and your boyfriend's thing because neither one of you can resist people in fancy clothing dancing like goofy dorks. And the celebration of love and whatever but mostly the goofy part.

That particular wedding, you and he were pretending to be someone else. Each of you have characters, personas that you assume to mess with people. It's not his fault that people believed that he's south korea's first classically trained didgeridoo player who won an award for breakdancing to mozart. You wondered why he and you hadn't got caught yet for making a mockery of someone's marriage ceremony. A mockridge ceremony.

Not even when the bouquet toss happened did you two start to pay attention. Because you both obviously didn't. You both were doing subtle goofy dances by the edge of the circle, completely immersed in the song they played to wind up the crowd, giggling at each other like lovestruck fools. The last thing you remembered was raising your hands in the air, hearing someone yelled 'the bouquet!', then when your hands dropped back down, you were holding said bouquet.

With wide eyes, you stared at each other dumbly for some time before Yunho broke into a fit of giggles while grinning dumbly. "Guess I really need to learn the didgeridoo so i can turn you into a didgeri-i-do," he joked. You rolled your eyes and slap his chest without trying to hold back your own wide grin from his lame wordplay but also the very unique situation. "What if it's a didgeridon't?" "Not possible, you love me too much," he teased, kissing your lips with the crowd cheering behind you two.

yeosang

You love your boyfriend but you sometimes hate how seriously unserious he is. For example, who would think about why perry the platypus was teal? Who would suddenly ask if you have a bandaid in your purse only to put it on Seonghwa's leg and ripping it along with his leg hair? And lastly, who would start a bet at someone's wedding? Oh yeah, your boyfriend.

"And what will you give me if I do catch the bouquet?" You challenged, raising an eyebrow with crossed arms as you leaned back on your seat. Yeosang pursed his lips for a moment before shrugging, "We can iron out the details later but for now, let's just say it's anything you want and same wager if you lose." "You're on," you pointed at him before standing up, leaning close to his face and squint your eyes, "Get ready to eat dirt, you no-good loser. Love you," you pecked his lips before skittering away to join the forming crowd, leaving Yeosang smirking in amusement.

San pulled Yeosang to get a closer look at you, standing a bit further away but close enough to see you clearly. "Look, she's standing a bit out, she's gonna lose this bet," Yeosang pointed at you to San who furrowed his eyebrows, "I don't know man, look at the determination in her eyes, she might kill someone to win your stupid bet," he stated. And true to what San said, you actually jumped into the air with no trouble despite your mid-length skirt and heels, catching the bouquet and landing safely in front of Yeosang, making eye-contact with him. Your boyfriend stared at you with widened eyes and when you raised an eyebrow at him before turning around to face the crowd, he could feel his lips curling into a grin, amused.

Laughing, San leaned back slightly and muttered to Yeosang, "You're so screwed man, she's gonna play you like a damn fiddle." And that's when Yeosang's grin fell.

san

Everything is truly fun and games in your relationship with San. In a good way, of course. He has a knack of finding the fun in everything, even the most serious situation.

"Honey, you have to get that bouquet," he panted after rushing from the dessert bar to your table. Your furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, "What are you talking about?" "The bouquet toss!! I heard Wooyoung, Yunho, and Seonghwa hyung are doing it so you have to do it too!" He said, grabbing your hand to tug you up. "Me? You're the competitive one, you do it!" You said, slapping his hand away to sip your champagne. San raised an eyebrow and spoke in a monotonous tone, "I heard Wooyoung saying you don't have it in you to win against them and the crowd." Well, that ticked you off just right. One second you were sipping your champagne, and the next, you downed the whole flute, "Move," you hissed, pushing San out of the way and stomp over to where they were preparing for the bouquet toss, San hot on your tail grinning like an idiot.

It wasn't even a real competition yet he was hyping you up like how a coach would. He even motioned for you to elbow Wooyoung and anyone else if you had to (which of course you won't because that's crazy, you're not an animal, and it's so not worth the hassle if you're charged with assault). But as much as he was excited for your participation, that excitement trippled when you really did catch the bouquet (and managed to "accidentally" knee Wooyoung in the gut). He couldn't help but run to you and spun you around. You grinned and let him hold you, liking the attention and utter pride San had for you. "That's my baby!" He exclaimed happily, causing people (mainly girls) to squeal and swoon at how sweet you two were being.

mingi

"Babe, what if I caught the bouquet?" You asked your boyfriend who had his eye on his cake but turned when you called him. "This bouquet?" He asked, pointing to the arrangement in the middle of the table. You chuckled and shook your head, "Sweetie, that's a centerpiece and I won't be able to catch that," you then nodded to the bride, "That's a bouquet and the thing she will be tossing. I wanna catch it," you stated determinedly. Mingi simply shrugged, "Then catch it, I'm rooting for you," he grinned, leaning down to peck your lips.

You knew you shouldn't expect anything, but you know the meaning of catching the bouquet. So in your wedding haze-infused head, you thought that it was Mingi's way of hinting about the future. Particularly your future together. So you excitedly skip over to join the others, determined to catch the bouquet and see if your boyfriend would do something about it.

Your determination proved to be fruitful because you did catch the bouquet and the moment you did, your friends (especially the male ones) went over to pat Mingi on the back and shook hands with him. He was looking around confusedly, not understanding why he was being congratulated when it was you who caught the bouquet. He wanted to ask you but you were still surrounded by people and there was no way he could get to you.

Thankfully, Hongjoong came over but judging from the smirk on his face, Mingi wasn't sure if he should be glad. "So happy for you man. When are you gonna do it?" Hongjoong asked. Mingi scoffed at his older friend and crossed his arms, "My sex life is not up for small talk, hyung. What are you, raised by animal?" Hongjoong rolled his eyes though he wasn't too surprised. "Not that, dumbass, I mean proposing! When are you gonna do it?" The confused look on Mingi's face was hilarious and concerning and to be frank, Hongjoong didn't know which he should address first. "You do know that catching the bouquet means that you're gonna be married next, right?" After hearing that, things started to make sense to Mingi.

Rushing to you once the crowd dispersed, you were surprised when Mingi grabbed your shoulders, "Does this mean I have to propose now?" You simply rolled your eyes and pat his cheeks, "Not right now sweetie, this is our friends' big day. But soon would be great and I hope it would be a grand gesture," you smiled sweetly and pecked his cheek before walking off to get a drink, leaving Mingi there dumbfounded.

wooyoung

It started off as a joke. You know your boyfriend and you know how he likes to play things cool like as if he doesn't care but he so does.

"I'm telling you, I will do it," you said seriously, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows at him. "I know and I'm telling you go ahead," Wooyoung shrugged oh so simply with his arms also crossed in front of his chest. Quite frankly, you wanted him to be affected even if it's just slightly like raising his voice, squeaking, or even laugh like a damn witch possessed by a tea kettle. "I'm telling you, I will really do it," you took a step away from your boyfriend, closer to where people were gathering. But Wooyoung simply shrugged again, "Okay? Do you need me to change shoes with you? Trade outfits so you can move better?" Now he was starting to sound condescending so you simple huff and stomo away and as soon as you were away, Wooyoung cracked a smirk.

"You're going to hell for this," Seonghwa sighed as he sidled up next to Wooyoung who was watching you closely. There was still a stupid smirk on Wooyoung's face, "Might as well, hyung. It's about time hell has a new ruler." "You know this can potentially end badly right?" Seonghwa asked, "And a meteor could potentially hit earth at any given moment yet here we are still functioning as a society," Wooyoung said as he pat his hyung on the shoulder. Just as Seonghwa was about to answer, Wooyoung shushed him because the mc announced that the bouquet will be tossed and he wanted to see you succeeding.

As much as he was an ass, Wooyoung actually liked how you two interact. He loves you and he likes the relationship a lot. Which was why there were no question or hesitance to his plan.

It wouldn't even matter to him if you caught the bouquet or not but as it happens, luck was in his favour and you actually caught the bouquet. In the midst of your utter excitement what with cheering and jumping happily, you didn't even realize Wooyoung standing behind you until people started hushing and all eyes fell on you two. You turned around to see Wooyoung looking at you so intently and your eyes widened considerably followed by people gasping when Wooyoung got down on one knee slowly. "(y/n)..." He started, smiling gently at you which made your heart beat faster and eyes watering.

Then he looked down and tied his shoes before standing back up. "Come on, I wanna take a picture to show my mom," he nodded to the exit before walking away.

Not just you, but the whole crowd of bouquet toss participants were looking at you with their jaws slack while some people in the back (Yunho, Mingi, San, and Hongjoong) laughing their asses off.

"Jung Wooyoung!" You hissed as you followed him once you realized what had happened. Wooyoung was holding his laughter as best as he could, knowing that being riled up like this, you'd definitely like the surprise he has for you at home.

jongho

Never would anyone guessed that Jongho would be such a simp of a boyfriend. Then again, no one (his friends) thought he'd even be a boyfriend considering his aversion to skinship, cutesy talk, and any and all forms of love being displayed proudly.

"You're so disgustingly in love, it's sick," Wooyoung cringed, looking at how Jongho was looking at you with a dumb smile and lovestruck eyes. "Shut up hyung or else you'll die alone," he retorted, smile ever present and even widening when you turned to look and waved at him. "Can you not make googly eyes while she's about to seal your fate of marrying her? It's so... Simpy," Wooyoung stated again. Thankfully, Yeosang slapped his best friend on his neck to shut him up, "Let Jongho be happy with his premature engagement," it was then that Jongho realized that Yeosang was also making fun of him.

But he couldn't care less. He shrugged and crossed his arms, "If she wants that, I'll go buy a ring tomorrow," he challenged. Mingi then scoffed from his standing position behind Jongho, "You won't even buy me a candy ring, how are you gonna buy your girlfriend an engagement ring?" To which Jongho scrunched his eyebrows and turned to look at Mingi, "I think you just answered your own question."

No amount of noise could disturb how focused Jongho was on you. His eyes followed over your every move with curiosity, affection, and worry, a combination that got him teased endlessly by his friends. But it wasn't as bad as when you actually caught the bouquet and you immediately ran to your boyfriend who got out of his seat to wait for you with open arms.

"Jongho, look!" You showed him the bouquet with a happy grin on your face, "I caught this for you," you teased, wiggling your eyebrows at him. Jongho chuckled at your adorableness and nodded, "Thank you, darling, I appreciate your effort," he said before pulling you by your waist back to your seats. "No fair, I got him whiskey just now and all he said was 'where's the ice?'. It's favouritism!" San whined. Jongho simply pushed his chair closer to yours and draped an arm around your shoulder to bring you close to him, "What can I say? You're not (y/n), hyung," he smirked before leaning down to whisper in your ears, "And I'm willing to give you anything you want," he said before pecking ypu on your cheek, making your whole body heat up at the insinuation. From both the sfw and nsfw spectrum.

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HI BABRIE! HI KEN! [part 3, LH44 smau]

Lewis Hamilton x pregnant!reader [social media au]

Masterlist & Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! [part 1, LH44 smau] & Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! [part 2, LH 44 smau]

Summary: Lewis and his "real-life Barbie" girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N have a secret they keep from the fans. Though it's only matter of time before they announce the happy news... it's not like it can stay hidden forever anyways.

Warnings: Pregnancy. Slight hate and bodyshaming towards Y/N. If you're not in the right headspace, please don't read it!🫶

Author's Note: After quite some time, hello! I'm so sorry this took so long, but life has been so busy and hectic last month I simply didn't have time and energy to write this sooner. Though I'm very glad for everyone who waited for this part and I hope you'll like it. It's probably not the last one, I have few ideas for more parts. But I don't want to promise anything, we all know how long this part took XD.

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lewishamilton So proud to support charity program for the involvement of children from disadvantaged families in sports yourusername has been working on for a few years now. All money raised from the friendly basketball match goes to the fond of the charity. Let's change lives of these talented kids together! 💫🙏🏾

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user1 basketball players should be grateful our king chose to be f1 driver 😌

user2 fr

yourusername together we can change the world for better!! 💫💕

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user3 You make our lives better by existing Y/N😍😍

user4 I think this is too idealistic lol

user5 queen speaking facts and keeping us motivated

user6 LET HER COOK 🗣🗣🗣

user7 Sir Lewis Hamilton is Sir for a reason 👑

mercedesamgf1 🙏🤍

user8 even though he'll be driving for ferrari next year mercedes still supports him!!!

user9 and what did you think? that they'll ignore him or hate him suddenly? he still got a whole season w them 🤣 plus it's all marketing

user10 nah i'll just live in delusion that admin loves lewis & y/n🥰🥰🥰🥰

user11 I love how you use your platform to raise awareness

user12 omg he's so hot 🥵

user13 Wait, why is Lewis at Y/N's charity event instead of her? I usually support her, but this is just weird... why can't she stand up for her own thing?

user14 RIGHT?! idk why she didn't even bother showing there

user15 Honestly I think that Lewis going there brings more attention to it than just her going there, and it's a good thing people are noticing this organization. Though I don't understand why she didn't go there as well 🤷‍♀️

user16 guys stop wtf she could be sick or smth

user14 or she's just another attention seeker... never liked her tbh

user16 the only attention seeker here is u user14 get a life and stop hating 😘

user14 i'm not hating, i'm stating facts and unlike y/n i don't need a man to do shit for me lmfao

user17 Y'all are really getting mad over nothing xddd

user18 Amazing work! 👏 you make the difference, Lewis😍🖤💛

user19 the fact he has pink pants bc it's y/n's fav color and it's for a charity event she helped organize... i want a man like him 😩

user20 He's down bad for her!!!

user21 I mean... who wouldn't, just look at her🤭

user22 fr what i'd give to talk to y/n once

user23 Our fashion barbie iconic Queen 💖💖

user24 Lew giving the little boy a fist bump🥹

user25 he is going to be a great dad one day

user24 Oh definitely!🫶

user26 can't wait for dad lewis

user27 omggg imagine little him and y/n running around the paddock 😭😭

user26 they'll be sooo cute istg

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yourusername japan grand prix w my favs 🇯🇵🤍

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lewishamilton 🤍🤍

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user1 awww i live for bf lewis

user2 YOU DESERVE SOMEONE BETTER

user3 and who would that be user2 ?? you? lmfao u wish🤣🤣

user4 the disrespect of writing these things under HIS COMMENT where he shows SUPPORT to HIS GIRLFRIEND...

user5 Lewis & Y/N 4ever 🫶

user6 omg look at roscoe baby so cute

user7 the teeth I can't🥹

user8 It's Roscoe's world and we're just living in it fr

alexandrasaintmleux so prettyyy 🙏🌺

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yourusername oh stoppp u are prettier 💓💐

user9 Girls supporting girls and wags supporting wags... that's what we like!!!!

user10 the fact lewis liked alex's comment w two accounts is the best thing that happened this week😭

user11 shut uppp I didn't even notice it before user10 😭 he's such a simp I love this 😭😭

user10 i knoooow😭

user12 finally you attended a grand prix this year!!!!

user13 😍😍😍😍😍

mercedesamgf1 It's always brighter with you in the paddock Barbie Y/N!💖

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yourusername next time i'm going all out w the pink 💖🫶

user14 the legend herselffff

user15 Admin is slaying and supporting Y/N 💁‍♀️

user16 MOTHER IS SERVING ONCE AGAIN🧎🏻‍♀️

roscoelovescoco Enjoying's dad's racing's w my's best's mum's ☺️🏎

yourusername enjoying dad racing w my best son 🥹💕

user17 not roscoe slowly learning y/n's slang and saying w instead of with🤭

user18 and the fact Lewis is the one really writing it... !!!!!

user19 They're such cute a family🥰

user20 mum and dad and son... I can't it's too adorable 🫠❤️‍🩹

user21 Literally the queen of f1 and gorgeousness keep slaying

user22 where is the usual barbie aesthetic?!😥

user23 fr I want pink dresses not blue trousers

user24 Guys she can wear whatever she wants

user23 yeah true but still... she already built that image so why not keep it wtf 🤷‍♀️

user25 Covering her fat stomach with the purse ewww 🤢🥴

user26 i wanna take u haters seriously... but I just can't xd

user27 if you have anger issues like me and don't like online trolls, pls stop scrolling people! there are so many dumb users from twitter in these comments!🙃

user28 I just don't get why they're hating on Y/N all of sudden... what did she ever do to them

user29 idk, probably bcs she wasn't active for a while (she was probably not feeling well or smth as she said in an interview few days back) and didn't attend any gp till japan this year (again she was probably sick so understandable)... plus lot of f1 "fans" are jealous bitches change my mind

user30 Internet always moves in waves and one time everybody loves u and then they hate u 😬

user31 yeah but it's so sad cause y/n is such a sweetheart🥺❤️

user32 I honestly wouldn't care about the haters if they didn't attack her body and the way she looks... that's down right embarrassing and disgusting

user33 AGREED user32

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lewishamilton It's hard to put into words how happy and excited we are. Can't wait to hold our baby in a few months and support my dearest love on every step of the way. Feeling blessed right now 🤍🪐

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charles_leclerc Well, that's a shocking news I didn't know about this time...😂

charles_leclerc But big congratulations!❤️

yourusername yeah we needed to give u heart attack w smth too 😉💋

susie_wolff Congratulations Lewis and Y/N, you will be great parents! 💫🫶

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lewishamilton 🫶🏾🫶🏾

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yourusername love u kelly 💕

sebastianvettel Many congratulations!

lewishamilton Thank you Seb!

yourusername will u be the fun uncle??? pls seb 🥹🙏

sebastianvettel If you'll make me their godfather....

yourusername done deal 🤝

lewishamilton I-... fair enough, done deal

fencer EXCUSE ME?!! THAT'S NOT FAIR

charles_leclerc Yeah what is this favorism?!

yourusername guys it's seb how could we say no 😌✨

charles_leclerc True... fair enough then I guess 🙂

fencer I still feel VERY offended

yourusername charles don't use that ironic emoji on me and fencer u can have the second child

lewishamilton Darling that sounds like you're sacrificing our second child while the first one isn't even born yet...

yourusername whoops 🫢🙈

sebastianvettel Do you realize this is not a private conversation?

yourusername actually u can set selected comments private seb 😁

charles_leclerc Wait seriously?!

lewishamilton No, she's just testing if he's old enough to believe her 🙄

yourusername you're sour bc u believed me the first time i tried it love ☺️🫶

sebastianvettel This is exactly why I didn't have Instagram sooner.

charles_lecerc We love you Seb!❤️

yourusername yeah we do love u our new godfather!!!!💖

mercedesamgf1 Congratulations from the whole team!🤩🤍

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alexandrasaintmleux awww so happy for both of u!💞

yourusername hope you're prepared to be the fav auntie 🤭💋

alexandrasaintmleux anything for my little nephew or niece hamilton 🫡

scuderiaferrari The next world champion on the way?😍❤️

yourusername pls i hope they'll stay far away from racing 😭

scuderiaferrari Well... then we'll at least get another tifosi 😉

georgerussell68 Wishing all the best mate!

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landonorris Wooohooo congrats!!!

landonorris Wait- do y'all realize you'll be parents now? Like real REAL parents of an actual child?!

yourusername yeah lando that's how it usually works when u get pregnant 😊

landonorris Yeah but... wait! The child needs to be McLaren fan!

yourusername your mission to get all hamiltons to be your fan is getting more complicated, isn't it? 😂🫢

landonorris Shhhh Y/N it's a secret mission 🤫

yourusername oh my bad sry

yourusername wait why do i know about it then???

landonorris Ehhh... miscalculation?

yourusername tf lando 😭

lewishamilton I'm starting to think this baby will be our second child and Lando is our first...

landonorris Wow so can I officially say Lewis Hamilton is my daddy now?😀

lewishamilton NO

yourusername lando don't you dare or istg

landonorris Byeee parents!! 🤗

f1 Let's go! 💖👶

francisca.cgomes babyyyyy 🤎🍂

pierregasly Why the leaves?

francisca.cgomes bcs it's an autumn babyyyyy

yourusername love u kika 💕

pierregasly Oh congrats by the way!🫶

yourusername thx pierre 💕

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lilymhe I swear it'll be the cutest baby ever

yourusername babe it'll totally will if u say so 💋

kevinmagnussen 🙌

hulkhulkenberg Welcome to the dad's club on the grid Lewis! 😉

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yourusername what's the orange heart doing here oscahh??? 🤨

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oscarpiastri Better now?

yourusername thx oscar sm for the congrats!🥰 also you should use my signature heart emoji more often 💖

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yourusername enjoying the barbie life 💖💐

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lewishamilton Beautiful, gorgeous and my Barbie!

yourusername awww my ken 💞🫶

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user4 Just the fact he usually isn't active on ig and doesn't comment or anything... and she is the only exception😭🤭

user5 gorgeous literally so gorgeous

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user7 and she looks so good with it too 🥹🥹

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yourusername the best times girly!!! 💕

user8 i live for this friendship

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roscoelovescoco Yeah's they'res from's dad's 🌻☺️

user13 OH MY GOD ROSCOE HIIII

user12 Can't believe Lewis Hamilton replied to my comment as his dog 😭

user13 lol user12 u really won life xd

user14 this is sooo cuteee 😻

user15 You and Alex look so good together! Hope you'll be friends forever!

kellypiquet where's the bag from? it's so pretty! 😍🤍

yourusername idk lew gave it to me for christmas last year... i'll ask and let u know!! 🤍🫶

kellypiquet 🫶

user16 The queens of the paddock right here 🙌

user17 still can't believe y/n & lewis are going to be parent in a few months

user18 RIGHT?! It's like a fever dream for me 😭

user19 Yeah i was excited for dad Lewis so long that now I can't believe it's finally happening 🤭❤️

user20 the best wag right here

user21 and soon the best mum!

user22 Ur STUNNING 😭💖

user23 Woman 💅

user24 proud to say i never hated on Y/N

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user6 my parents 🥰

user7 y'all don't understand how much i love them

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roscoelovescoco Mums looking's gorgeous 🥹☀️

lewishamilton She in fact is.

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user13 she's fr glowing 😻

user14 Thought she can't get more beautiful than she was before but pregnancy proved me wrong

user15 MARRY HER

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user17 ariana what are u doing here?!??!!

user18 Even Vogue is an Y/N fan and we love it

user19 y'all don't understand how bad i need her to be on the cover of vogue or some other magazine 😩

user20 OMG user19 SHE WOULD SLAY IT TOO HARD

user21 You should marry her now!!! 💍💍

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heyy loveee !!

I don’t know if this is super weird, but yk what a hurricane shot is ? I was thinking maybe bartender!ellie giving a hurricane shot to reader. (and smut in bar bathroom maybe ??) hmm idk, js an idea!

What Can I Get For You, Cutie? (Ellie Williams x Reader) (Smut)

⚠️Warning!⚠️: This story contains smut, slapping and consumption of alcohol

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It was all your friends idea. You didn’t even know what it was. But based on their unstoppable giggles you should have known. You made your way through the packed club, being waaay closer to people than you wanted to, before finally making it to the bar. You let out a sigh as you placed your hands on the countertop, as if to compose yourself. Despite the few shots you’ve taken before this the nerves still crept up on you. You eyed the girl you’ve been gushing over the whole night as she prepared a drink for a girl who barely looks old enough to get in. You found it odd and you couldn’t help but wonder if she got in thanks to a successful fake ID. But you soon shook the thought out of your head. Who are you to wonder about that? Are you the police? Your eyes went back to the bartender who worked her skilled hands behind the desk. Grabbing different utensils before neatly putting them back in place. Despite the busy and noisy environment she kept her focus, zeroing in on the cocktail glass in front of her. She’s experienced. You stretched over the countertop a little more, just so you could see her slender fingers grasping the tequila bottl-

“Hey, (y/n)!” was announced loudly behind you before a hand was placed on your shoulder. You jumped at the unexpected touch, but relaxed when you turned around to see Bailey, one of the people who forced you out tonight. Also, your best friend since middle school. It’s one of those friendships that would have never happened if you hadn’t met each other when you were 9. Growing up you kinda chose different paths in life, and if it wasn’t for you magically choosing the same collage you’re pretty sure you’d never see her again.

“Hey!” Bailey yelled, getting the gorgeous girl behind the bar’s attention. Her pretty emerald eyes made eye contact with your friend, almost making you jealous cause you wish you would have the pleasure of looking into them. “She wants to order once you’re done!” she said while pointing at you, giving away one of her charming smirks. You quickly got pulled out of your trance and widened your eyes in terror. “Nonononono!” you felt the embarrassment creeping up on you as you tried to waft away her hand. Somehow the thought of the pretty girl not knowing you'd ever existed seemed more pleasing than having your friend get her attention as if you're a kid who can´t make an order for themselves.

But the bartender looked you over before giving you a little smirk followed by a nod to assure she heard Bailey’s statement. You hid your face in your hands as you slowly hunched over the bar desk that smelled of spilled alcohol. You're pretty sure you're hair soaked up a worthy of $90 of drinks, but you couldn´t care less. The embarrassment of looking at the perfect girl after this interaction was way more horrible. Bailey just chuckled at your act. She knew you hated stuff like this, but she’s pretty sure you’ll thank her after. “Good luck, (y/n)” she whispered in your ear before giving you a friendly back dunk, harder than usual. “Ow!” you threw out as you looked back at her making her way to the rest of the group again.

“What can I get for you, cutie?” you turned around to be met with one of the pretties smiles you've ever seen. Even thought it´s used to drain your bank account you can´t help but feel a little giggly inside. She placed her hands on the worktop in front of her as she leaned in, waiting for your order. All while wearing that smirk that´d make you throw your credit card at her. You lost the ability to think for a second. If anyone asked for your name you're not sure you´d be able to give it. She´s even more gorgeous up close. Freckles decorated her face and the glimes of the décolletage behind the button up shirt. You sure got a thing for freckles, but the girls you've hooked up with before couldn´t even compare. Seeing all the things you couldn´t from the distance before would keep you busy for days. Being able to point out all the things that made her unique while combing your fingers through her shoulder-length, auburn hair would be the dream. She even got a cut in her eyebrow! Like the one every lesbian guide tells you to get. Except this one looks like a real scar, which makes it 10x hotter. You're willing to risk it all for a girl you don´t even know the name of.

“Hi” you nervously laughed, “I, uhm….I would like a….”. Ellie found you absolutely adorable as you stumbled over your words, while you wanted to bash your head open on the fucking desk in front of you! She made sure to keep a soft expression while patiently waiting for you to get your order out. She’s no new to nervous costumers, though she more often come across more cuddly people who has a hard time standing up by themselves. Patience is key when you have a costumer who’s having a hard time getting their words out. Little does she know her face is the exact reason you're stubbling over your words like a fucking moron. “…..a hurricane shot, please”.

Considering Ellie's been kinda wishing you’d come over and make an order all night she almost thought her mind was playing a trick on her. She payed attention to you pretty early. Whenever the bar was rather slow she’d steal a few glances at you. Searching the room for your cute face. Usually everyone in this type of surrounding looks kinda the same, but something about your body language caught Ellie's attention. She could bet money you're not the one who came up with the idea to come here. Your uncomfortable and displeased manner sure made Ellie crack a smile. You seemed so out of place and somehow that amused her. Despite not thinking you'd stay more than 30 minutes she still hoped you'd made an order. Just so she could get the chance to interact with you. So hearing you order that made her think you could read her mind. But you looked innocent enough to not mean it in that way.

Guys would usually order a hurricane shot when they thought the bartender was super hot. Probably a weird degrading kink or something. You had made it very clear you found the bartender really attractive from the second you laid your eyes on her. And your friends insisted on you taking the next order, specifically asking for said shot. You had never heard of it before, but you’re open to try anything. Ellie´s questionable expression made you think she hadn´t heard you over the blasting music. But before you could repeat your last sentence, an octave higher this time, she asked with a chuckle “Are you sure?"

You nodded, though your mind was hesitant. What the fuck could this be if even the bartender seems hesitant? A mixture of all their strongest liquor? Ellie lets out another chuckle as she shakes her head in disbelief, mumbling "As you wish". She placed a shot glass in front of you on the desk, effortlessly grabbing the vodka bottle to fill it up. Once she´s done she turns around to grab a water glass and fill it up from the tap. Your eyebrow frowned, but you assume you have to trust the progress. But the wrinkles remained when she placed the untouched glass of water beside the shot. "There you go!" Ellie announced, sliding the two glasses closer to you. The gears in your head were working hard. Is this it? A vodka shot and a useless glass of water? Or is this some type of inside joke? What am I suppose to do first? Drink the shot or the water? Or is it one of those submarine ones where you’re supposed to drop the shot into the glass? Then what’s the point of the shot?

You reached over and grabbed the small glass with the strong liquor. As you did you notice Ellie making her way around the bar, on her way to....you. You widened your eyes and quickly looked down at your lap. You could feel her presence beside you, but you didn’t dare look her way. Thought you did pay attention to the black, beat up converse right beside your barstool. An awkward silence took over. Despite the loud music you could hear the cartoon crickets. Ellie waited another few seconds before breaking the silence “Sooo…are you gonna do it?”. “Ehm….I-I actually don’t-.....I don´t know what to do“ you finished with an awkward laugh. Why did you even get an order you knew nothing about? This is the last time you'll agree on something Bailey says.

Ellie was a little surprised by your statement, but it reassured her prediction you hadn’t come up with the order yourself. Someone told you to. A quick glance over her shoulder left no questions about it. Your friend group could barely contain their laughter as they watched the interaction between you two. Ellie shifted her attention back on you again. Your unsure eyes eyeing your recent order made you look so lost, so….innocent.

“Ellie!” both of you shot your head in the direction of the girl’s voice. “Hurry up! You need to come back and take up more orders” her stressed out coworker complained. Ellie? So that’s her name. “Yeah, yeah, I’m on it” she replied with a not so joyful tone, but it quickly switch when she turned back to you. "Do you, uhm......do you want me to tell you what it is?" Ellie could feel her usual confidence slowly wash off. Something about you didn´t just make her feel hot. It made her feel...nervous. She felt too much sympathy for you to just slap you across the face without warning. Every muscle in her body screamed at her to not do it! To just give you the shot as it is and claim you've got a hurricane shot. But considering your friends close eye on you she didn’t want to be called in by her boss and be yelled at for not doing a correct order. She’s here to do her job, take up orders and make sure the costumers are satisfied.

“Ellie! Just do it!” the other bartender once again interrupted, stressing Ellie even more. She let out a sign before handing you the shot glass, guiding you to take it. You do as informed, a little shocked at the touch of her skin on yours. It took everything in you not to make a face when the strong liquor hits your tastebuds, but you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of Ellie. Not more than you already have.

Ellie hesitantly grabbed the glass of water on the counter, shaking more than she should. She gave you a quick glance before throwing it your way. The cold water hits you right in the face, ruining any chances of your makeup still looking good considering the sweaty bar atmosphere. The couple sitting behind you turned around after feeling some of the droplets hitting them too. You let out a surprised gasp, louder than it would have been if you could have controlled it. But you didn’t have much time to think before you felt a sudden sting on your left cheek. Despite Ellie holding back as her hand meets your rosy face it still was a proper slap. And the water didn’t make it any better, just adding onto the burning feeling.

Oddly enough it felt like the whole bar had stopped at the sound of the smack. Of course that wasn’t the case, the music was still loud enough to be heard 6 blocks away. But you’re sure a few people turned their heads to look. You on the other hand were in complete shock. Your jaw was hanging low, eyes looking like they might fall out any second. And Ellie’s face was no different, though she tried to keep it professional. You were both completely frozen. You raised your hand and softly graced your abused cheek. The sting made you flinch a little, and you’re sure Ellie saw it cause her eyes switched from shock to utter pity. But before she was able to reach out and help you whip away the mascara that’s currently making streaks down your cheeks the same girl who’s been stressing her grabbed her by the arm and janked her back behind the bar. Thought Ellie’s eyes never let you. Baliey came running down with one of the other girls to help you down from the barstool. Ellie couldn’t hear what she told you, but based on her expression she seems thrilled, in comparison to you. A lump in her stomach started to form and a huge wave of guilt hit her like a wave. But she’s quickly forced back into the stressful tempo of being a bartender.

The leather seat felt nice as Bailey crashed you down beside her on her previous spot. Another one of the girls, Nathalie, come running with a bundle of paper towels. Bailey grabbed them one by one as she tried to dry you up without having too much of your makeup coming off with it. While the third girl, Lindsay, tried to dry up the remains of the water from your hair and clothes. “So……” Bailey began “Did you like it?”. You gave her a death stare that was enough to draw out an amused laugh from her. But matter of fact the wet stain in your underwear has been bothering you ever since Ellie’s hand left your cheek. But you couldn’t let Bailey know that. “Next time, don’t bring me into one of your weird kinks” you playfully said while rolling your eyes. Lindsay chuckled while throwing another crunched up paper towel in the near by trash can. Bailey smirked “But you thought she was hot, right?”. You nodded your head, looking up as she tried to correct the smudge eyeshadow on your lower lash line.

When the girls was done helping you to look as representable as possible with the circumstances everyone went back to their previous conversation. Almost like they completely forgot about the event that had just taken place. But you sure didn´t. How could you? The hottest girl you've ever seen had just slapped you across your face. You´d never tried anything like this before, but if Ellie were the one doing it you'd gladly take another round.

You made sure to sneak a few glances at the bar, not long enough to catch any of your friends attention. You could see Ellie effortlessly move around behind the desk, looking like she was built for the job. Her coworker whispered something in her ear that made her burst out in laughter. Oh my god, she’s perfect. As she continued to put the clean drink glasses in the rack her eyes locked with...you. You quickly turned your head towards your friend group, pretending as if you´d been apart of their conversation the whole time. Ellie chuckled for herself at your cute act. She couldn´t believe you still had problem looking her in the eyes after your latest exchange. The guilt was still there, though it looks like you’d repaired pretty well. She turned around to grab another batch of the glasses from the dishwasher that Sophie, her coworker for the night, had brought over to her. But when she spun around she´s met with a familiar pair of eyes that had issues looking into hers.

You nervously played with your fingers under the desk as you tired to not embarrass yourself any further. "I, um.....can I have another one?" you asked with a hesitation. Ellie smirked "Another what?". She was 99% sure she knew what you referred to, but she wanted you to say it. You took a deep breath, pushing away any nagging thoughts "A hurricane shot. Can I get another hurricane shot?". She could see her imprint starting to form on your chubby cheek. Ellie gave you another smirk before saying "How about you save your money and hold on for second?". You gave her a confused look but mumbled a "Okay". She nodded as if to reassure herself, "Good! I'll be right back!". You observed as Ellie mumbled something to Sophie before making her way to the back. Still confused you tried to build an idea of what she was up to.

After a few minutes a pair of hands grabbed onto your shoulders, making you jump. You thought it was either Bailey who had spotted you and now knew you had lied about going to the bathroom, or a creep who tried to make a move on you. But neither of them were right, cause the face that met you when you turned around belong to the bartender who´s got you wrapped around her finger. "Hi" she said while giving you another one of her charming smiles. God, just take my card and clear it already! "Hey" you answered with a nervous giggle. She didn´t waste another second before grabbing your wrist and drag you past the dance floor. She tried to avoid mixing DNA with the dedicated dancers that filled the floor.

You looked down at her hand firmly holding onto your wrist and saw a tattoo wrapped around her forearm that you somehow hadn´t noticed before. “Wait, where are we going?” you confusedly asked while trying to keep up with her footsteps. She glanced back at you before answering “You wanted to get slapped again, right? Or did you like the taste of the vodka shot so much you had to get another one?”. You made a face at the memory of the aftertaste that Ellie was able to see before turning her attention forward again. "No, you're right" you admitted while feeling your cheeks starting to heat up. “Right. So I’m just doing my job” she shrugged. Your heart skipped a beat at the realization. "Wait, wait, wait. I-I don´t even know your name". Lie. You sucked up that information the second her coworker said it the first time. But you didn't want to admit you'd payed such close attention to it. "Ellie” she said nonchalantly “My name is Ellie”. “Well, nice to meet you, Ellie. My name is-“ “(y/n). I know” Ellie interrupt. You were confused “Your friend said it pretty loud. I’m not sure anyone in this club missed it”. You laughed, she’s pretty funny too.

As the toilets came in view you could feel your nerves starting to freak out. Ellie opened the door to one of the unoccupied toilets while gesturing with her hand for you to go in “Ladies first”. You made your way into the cramped up booth, but before you got the chance to open your mouth Ellie spun you around and crashed her lips on yours. She quickly pulled away and a deep shade took over her face "I´m sorry, I´ve been wanting to do that all night, but maybe you-" you put your lips on hers to make her shut up. You found it rather amusing how you were the one stumbling over your words, but now she's the one being nervous. "I´ve wanted this too, Ellie. I´ve been eyeing you this whole night" you reasured her. "Yeah, I´ve noticed that" she added with a cocky smirk as her hand slide up your skirt.

You playfully hit her on the shoulder "I´m not the one slapping people in the face!". "You were the one ordering it!" Ellie quickly defended herself. "Yeah, yeah" you mumbled "Now come over here. I wanna see what those talented fingers can do". “Yeah? Oh, I’ll show you just how talented they are” she added while sliding her hand underneath your underwear. A cocky smile took over her face when her fingers met your mess “You really like being slapped, huh?”. You rolled your eyes and hit her on the shoulder again. She didn’t waist any more time before slowly sliding in her middle finger in your wet hole. You let out a satisfied moan, not believing this is actually happening. Ellie pays close attention to your blissful face as she moves her finger in a steady pace. “One more. Please, one more”, she quickly lined up another one of her fingers to your entrance before pushing it in. The stretch was everything you looked for, so when Ellie’s knuckles meet your wet folds your eyes uncontrollably rolled to the back of your head.

You took a steady grip on the color of her white shirt as she continued to slide her slender fingers into you. “Fuck, Ellie!” You moaned, letting your head hit the graffiti covers wall. Your jaw was slack as all sorts of sounds left your mouth for anyone in the bathroom to hear. And that’s when it happened. A slap to your left cheek made your eyes shot right open to land on Ellie’s concentrated face. The same hand then grabbed a hold on your face as she force you closer to hers. “Who knew you were such a slut, huh? Getting this needy from a hurricane shot” she mumbled close to your face. You let out a whine before desperately grabbing onto her outwashed, black jeans. But her hand leaves your face to stop you from pulling down her zipper. “I don’t have much time, pretty. I need to get back out there. So let’s focus on you. I know you’ve been uncomfortable for long enough with such a mess in your panties”.

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hi bby <3 i just saw your post and im here to request something 👉👈

i wondering if you could work something with jisung and love at first sight? idk i've been watching too many romcoms lately. it's totally okay if you don't want to write it though, love you <33

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The carriage stopped, and Jisung didn't wait for the door to open before jumping out. He was late, and although it wasn't unusual, his old friend Minho would kill him if he didn't show up on time. He didn't bother to look at his pocket watch as he walked the cobblestone path of the Lee manor's entrance, flashing an apologetic smile at the housekeeper who had watched him grow up as she opened the door for him before his fingers caressed the metal knocker. The hall was empty, the only source of noise the bustle coming from the kitchen, and Jisung knew that the guests had already been moved to the garden. Minho was going to notice his absence. Shit.

He hurried through the hallways, the rustle of the fabric of his pants ringing in his ears with each step as the only soundtrack to his march, until he reached the large glass windows of the blue room. He stood in the doorway, taking a deep breath to calm the erratic beating of his heart, flattening the lapels of his suit jacket against his chest. He wanted to think that the shaking in his hands was a creation of his creative mind, but in reality it was just a side effect of his lack of social skills. Jisung closed his eyes. He didn't know why he kept arriving late to places when it made him so uncomfortable to have to enter a room full of people totally alone.

Then he realised that on that occasion the people were in the garden, and he was the one who remained in the room, and he chuckled, shaking his head. What an idiot. He would be fine. Plus, he knew the Lees — it wasn't going to be that bad.

The first to see him as soon as he stepped out onto the terrace was Lady Lee, the Earl of Gimpo, and she quickly gestured for him to come towards her, ignoring the panicked face of the man who should have announced him when he arrived. He did not have to force the smile that curved his lips in reflection of the one that the woman in front of him had, and he responded to her effusive greeting and affectionate comments with easy laughter and lots of promises of meetings with his own mother as soon as possible.

Minho and his family had been travelling all spring, and now that the first rays of sun heralded summer in its most comforting form, they had finally returned, to enjoy the few months of heat before the new season began. And Jisung couldn't wait to hug his best friend again, even if it meant putting up with all the jokes about the experience he had gained in Europe and how little he had been missed. It was part of who Minho was, all the teasing and the sharp smirks, and the least he could do was get to his welcome back event on time, which… Well, he hadn't been able to do it.

Lady Lee's attention slid from her son's friend to the man she had been chatting with before, and Jisung offered a respectful bow, trying to finally find Minho in the crowd. Until he found his broad shoulders moving in silent laughter at his companion's words. And he saw you, the companion, giggling too, covering your mouth with an expert twist of your fan, your cheeks flushed, in front of Minho. Then you looked at him, and for a minute he forgot everything about how to breathe. 

Because looking into your eyes was like listening to a melody. He could hear the quartet that Minho's mother had chosen for the event playing from the little wooden platform by the lake, but it was a completely different tune than that. Your gaze, cheerful and serene, sang of mischievous breezes swaying the treetops at will, of dances without music barefoot on the grass and of the warm rays of the sun kissing your skin. You brought the summer with you, that summer that filled him with life and hope, and as he lost himself in your bright pupils, standing among the crowd, he wondered how his heart had been able to beat until that moment when it didn't had you to beat for.

“Hey, Ji!” Minho called his name, approaching him in a couple of steps, and wrapped his arms around him in a hug. Minho was dry in words, but his actions showed clearly enough how he truly felt about his friends.

Jisung's body reacted with the force of habit, letting himself be embraced and tightening his grip on Minho, as if he was afraid that he would get back on that ship with the desire to travel the world. He couldn't allow it, at least for a long time. Or unless they went together. And after one last squeeze he let him step away, Jisung's hand firm on Minho's back, as the Lees' only son turned to you.

“This is Lord Han, as I told you,” he explained, and you bowed before him, lowering your head with a lingering smile curving your lips. Jisung wanted to kiss that smile into his mouth, but he cleared his throat instead, trying to fill his mind with other — more appropriate — thoughts.

“Milady here wanted to visit our city,” he continued, offering his hand to you, waiting for you to rest it over his, and squeeze it with a familiarity that made Jisung’s heart sting, “so I proposed to her to travel back with us and stay for a while. She was the girl I told you about in my last letter.”

The last letter that had arrived that morning, and that he hadn't read because he was arriving late.

“Then you were absolutely right, my brother,” Jisung uttered, his words withering in his tongue as he linked the word ‘propose’ between you and Minho, “you were going to try to find beautiful views out there in the world. You truly discovered the most breathtaking one.”

Minho gave Jisung a playful punch on the shoulder, his chest filling with pride, ready to affirm any compliment his friend could mutter about you, but he stopped when he saw you addressing Jisung, your voice soft and honeyed, still hidden behind your fan. 

“My lord really praised your composer skills during our trip here,” you whispered, averting your magnetic gaze from his as if you were having trouble bearing the knowledge that Jisung was observing you, completely stunned, but also desperate to have a conversation with you. “He forgot to add how much of a gentleman you were.”

Jisung accepted your words with a light blush covering his cheeks, and he raised his hand almost instantly, narrowing his eyes and waiting, until you released your hold on Minho's hand and let yours rest on Jisung's. His breath got caught in his throat as he felt the soft fabric of your gloves on his fingers, and he wanted to imagine that the way you held your own breath was also due to the touch his lips left on the back of your hand — the greeting of any gentleman. 

And just before either of you could say a single word, you heard Lady Lee scream by the terrace, absolutely stressed, and a spark of orange fur running across the grass like a shooting star in the darkest night. Minho gasped, and Jisung knew. His cats.

You were the one who took the initiative, smashing your fan into Minho's chest and grabbing the hem of your dress in one swift move, following the mischievous creature at a fast pace, ignoring the calls of the rest of the men at the event. Jisung stared at you, starstruck, before running after you. It wasn't the first time he had dealt with Minho's cats, they knew him, for them you were a stranger. It would be his fault if the animal started to get stressed and ended up hurting you. 

The hurried race took him to the forest adjacent to the Lee property, and by the time Jisung spotted you among the foliage, he froze. Your bun had come loose, your hair loose falling over your back, and you had your dress pulled too far up your thighs, fully prepared to climb the tree where Soonie was waiting, curious about what you were doing.

Jisung couldn't think. He didn't know if you had heard him arrive, but he didn't care. He could only focus on the smooth skin he was witnessing — more than he had ever seen in his life — contrasting with the colour of your dress. You didn’t seem uncomfortable being barefoot, your low heels abandoned among the thick roots of the weeping willow, one foot resting on a gap between the folds of the robust trunk and your hands holding tightly to the lowest branches. 

It would be difficult to reach Soonie, because its branch, although low, was too thin for a human, even dangerous with the way it was located above the lake. Jisung could understand why the cat had chosen that tree. He also liked the way its leaves swayed in the wind, and it really did look like a giant feline toy, but they already had scratching toys and little houses in the manor, all handmade by Minho. The adventure had to end before something went wrong.

But before he could warn you of his presence, a leaf creaked under his boots, alerting you, scaring you, and making you lose focus on your tightrope walk along the branch below Soonie's. You lost your balance completely, and Jisung saw your hands trying to grab onto something, anything, before falling into a loud splash on the edge of the lake. Jisung would have laughed if his heart hadn't jumped in his chest, if you had been someone else, if he wasn't so deeply scared that you were seriously wounded. 

He rushed over to where you were, mumbling a string of “I'm sorry’s” as you emerged from the water, taking a breath of oxygen, holding onto the hand Jisung was offering you. Your hair formed spirals in the water, floating around you, just like your dress. Jisung felt so overstimulated that he wasn't able to process how he had just gotten his pants wet, the level of the water reaching over his waist. All he could think about was that your gloves had torn, and that he was touching your skin, the soft but bloody skin of your outstretched hands, and that you were so close that he could feel your rapid breathing on his arm. 

He cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the thoughts that were popping into his head, and pulled you lightly so you could stand up. Only instead of getting angry with him, blaming him for spying on you, your lips curved into a smile, and you let out a crystalline laugh, closing your eyes and relaxing your shoulders before him. You were the picture of happiness, cheeks still rosy and your chest rising and falling against the corset at full speed. Even he felt on edge, with adrenaline bubbling everywhere. 

“There’s no need to be sorry, lord Han” you whispered under your breath, your eyes falling over him, Soonie purring above your heads. “It was a funny accident. I shouldn't have tried to climb so high.”

You weren't apologizing for running away but for not thinking about the density of the branch, Jisung noticed, and he couldn't help but widen his smile at it. He was getting lost in your gaze again, too captured by you, and everything was going too fast. He didn't know if it was good or bad, but he didn't want it to stop. Until he realised that you were getting goosebumps, and the first shiver ran through you. He cursed himself for not having acted sooner, and helped you out of the lake with difficulty, the ground on the shore completely muddy. You were cold.

Jisung avoided looking at you as he turned slightly to take off his expensive suit jacket, ready to give it to you, but when he turned to offer it, he saw that you were removing your dress. He was quick to put his jacket on you before you could continue, shame creeping up his neck and leaving a trail of blush in its wake, and you flashed a mischievous smile, fully aware.

“I’m not going to end up naked, lord Han” you assured him, grabbing the thick fabric of your dress and leaving it on the grass, the figure of your body crafted by the thin white nightgown you wore underneath, before snuggling into Jisung's warm black blazer, “you should court me first.”

Your words snapped Jisung out of the haze he was in, suppressing the urge he had to run his hands along your arms to help you warm up, and he picked up your dress and shoes from the floor, keeping his hands well occupied. He was a gentleman, he shouldn't… He had to involve you both in situations appropriate for a young lady like you. Not in an improvised swim, where you were going to end up so... God, so delicate and delicious, looking at him that way. 

He couldn’t. Not when everyone knew where you were, when Soonie was judging you two among the roots of the trees, approaching Jisung with the confidence of having found a familiar human. Before he could get any closer, you crouched down, holding out your fingers so he could smell them. It took a suspicious look and realising that Minho's cologne was still soaked in you to accept being held in your arms, sticking to your body to provide you with more warmth. 

Jisung had to remember to buy Soonie more treats the next time he visited Minho. 

“Are you coming?” you asked, oblivious to the way the vision you were was killing Jisung inside, you in his clothes, with that cheeky smile, your hair a wet mess but still looking so beautiful.

Still, he nodded, treasuring every second in his memory. One look, and you had cast a spell on him. He would follow you wherever you asked as long as you were the one to guide him. He knew he was in love, because you held his heart in your hand as easily as you had taken Minho's cat, and if you broke it it would hurt more than a bad cut with a rusty knife. He had fallen catastrophically, and was now at your total mercy. The worst part, however, was that he didn't care at all.

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[madockisser]

“jude and cardan and bully x victim!”

WRONG! let me tell u why! since this cmmt makes my blood BOIL. obviously spoilers for whole trilogy!

first of all, and most importantly, you cannot call them bully x victim bc jude and cardan were not romantically involved til the last book(or the end of the 2nd if u include their marriage), and were only sexually involved in the second.

by the time they were romantically involved, meaning, a consensually formed romantic relationship, was by the end of book 2, which by then, cardan had not in fact been bullying jude.

he had not “bullied” jude at ALL during the second book. i could argue that CARDAN is the victim of jude’s bullying in the second book because she quite literally enslaved that man!(consensually ofc!)

i agree that cardan treated jude poorly in the first book, but he consistently went out of his way to ensure her safety all the while his “friends” actively humiliated and attacked her.

ex: he freed her from her faerie fruit glamour so locke wouldn’t go anywhere with her while she was under the influence, he kicked valerian off of jude while he was trying to kill her, he sent her a coronation dress so that taryn and locke wouldn’t further humiliate her when they announced their engagement, he also sent that dress to protect her from faeries that may be unaware of her social status and try to hurt her, he warned locke against persusing her, he ensured she didn’t drown when his dumb friends tried to drown her. and that’s just the first book.

yes, i agree, cardan put her in shitty spots, but holly black herself said that cardan was “all talk” and he only acts this way so she can finally leave his mind and he can stop having feelings for her. i don’t recall the exact quote but it was in htkoelths, “every night jude haunted him, an absent bite of her lip…”

when they kiss in the first book, that is jude, HUMILIATING him back. “u rly do want me and u hate it” no, they are not madly in love w each other at this point. no, all is not forgiven on cardans part since they’ve kissed.

she weaponizes his feelings for her so she can use him in a plot to protect her brother.

“jude falling for cardan didn’t make sense!”

idk if anyone who has said this just didn’t pay attention or what bc the ENTIREE book jude’s just thinking of cardan LOL.

“wonder what cardan would think of this”

“cardans the hottest faerie ever he’s way better looking than the rest but i hate him sm i can’t breathe” like babe u want him cmon now. oh and not to mention her literally sucking face w locke just bc she wants to get back at cardan since she knows he doesn’t like her w him. plus her kissing locke while her and cardan are having staring contests like ok delusional

“jude didn’t even get revenge!” yes. i HAVE heard this 😭.

jude killed his friend, her father killed nearly his entire family, then jude was like “oh! missed one, dad! haha!” then kills cardans brother, his abuser, but also the one he cared for the most. then again w her placing him on the throne which he desperately didn’t want, and also yknow, their year and a day vow in which she commands him to do her bidding. like ???!

“but cardan exiled jude!”

yeah! he sure did! to PROTECT her! from orlagh! u really think the queen of the undersea would let her ambassador being killed and her only chance at ruling both the sea and the land slide like that, ESPECIALLY after cardan completely put her in her place in front of all of elfhame?? like cmon people!

but he also does this to trick her. “i thought you’d admire me a bit for it.” bc jude tricks ppl. jude tricked him into sitting on the throne. so he tried to impress her by tricking her back in a way that could ensure their futures. and he’d thought she’d understand but babe was blindsided by her feelings of rejection since she likes him sm and is pissed that she for once let her emotions get the better of her. and when she didn’t come back cardan was devastated.

but, all the while knowing exactly where she is but not wanting to invade her private life and wanting her to come back willingly, he grovels like crazy!

“come home and shout at me, come home and scream at me, just come home”

jude and cardan both, against all odds, hated and desired and loved each other, lost each other, and when they were reunited again, they cleared the air and forgave each other. anyway, i could go on, but i’m still finishing my reread so!

but bully x victim my ass.

(these are holly blacks annotations(canon))

[rinniemybeloved]

[✦] - 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐃

notes : is this really a kenma x reader or just kenma as a dad? Idk

warning : pregnancy (?) kodzuken, but . . . he's a father. Concerning, i know.

pairing : dad!kenma x mom!reader

would he want kids?

sorry but no. Literally just no.

he thinks kids are outrageously annoying

he doesn't really have time either. my man is working without breaks.

but sadly (luckily tbh) you got pregnant

u told him when he was in the middle of a game, he did not pay attention to you until you pulled the headphones off of his head

when he actually comprehended what you, he did not look the the happiest

but he was not really happy though!!! he just didn't want to show it at that moment!!!

I always see people saying that kenma is very private with his personal life. to me that isn't really true

when he announced that he was gonna have a baby to his fans, they went crazy.

even his whole fanbase was worried about him being a dad 😭

He'd probably want a boy since he very lowkey believes that boys are better at gaming

but he found out that you were having a girl

girls tend to be cuter though, right?

when the baby was born kenma was PANICKING

he doesn't know how to hold a baby at all, he was almost gonna drop the baby

you two decided to name her Ayaka <3

yes, he named his daughter after a game character

he had to do a lot of convincing though :(

new dad kenma is hilarious.

he doesn't know how to put a diaper on a baby

he is confused on whether the baby will be too hot or too cold

he thinks newborns can eat a whole apple

it's mostly you taking care and doing all the 'parently' things

shares food with his daughter. a lot.

when his friends see this, they're all so surprised.

"I've never seen kenma share anything, not even with (y/n) !"

"He probably loves ayaka more than us 🙄🙄 "

even gets a little sad when his daughter doesn't wanna eat with him

is constantly trying to teach her how to play video games

she's probably gonna know how a controller works even before she knows how to talk

kenma is oddly very proud of it

he doesn't show her in any videos though, he will wait until she says she wants to

but when she does say she wants to be in his videos, he's gonna start posting random 10 second videos

"my daughter chews on her shoe"

"giving my daughter a lemon for the first time"

"trying to put headphones on my daughter"

they are all so cute but strange at the same time 😭

she's exactly like kenma in some ways

she absolutely HATES being touched

except for her daddy though

like this girl will glare at someone and then turn around to snuggle with her dad

such a sassy lil thing

kenma is the fun parent, he kinda just wants ayaka to enjoy herself

you'd bake cookies and tell kenma that your daughter can't have more than 3

but guess what? those two would wake up at 4 in the morning and secretly eat way more and you wouldn't know a thing

he'd also spoil her a lil too much for your liking

if his daughter wants something, it will be hers in less then a few hours

in conclusion, Ayaka's life as the daughter of worldwide famous kodzuken is something a lot of people would want

Requests are open!

[uchinagai]

May I request a Iroha x Fem!Reader?

Iroha is a friend you made at BELIFT LAB, she is a trainee with you for the group ILLIT. She struggles sometimes due to her being Japanese, but she's slowly getting used to the changes in her life.

“Comfort”

𝜗𝜚 Iroha X fem!reader

𝜗𝜚 contains : idol!iroha, idol!reader, 6th member, mention of Youngseo, pure fluff, mentions of kissing, once again just fluff, friends to lovers, kind of rushed in the end?? Reader is 17, idk what else to say just enjoy :)

𝜗𝜚 note : first time writing request, idk how I did to be honest, if any mistakes are spotted just please ignore it :3 enjoyyy

𝜗𝜚 wk : 2.2k+

You weren’t on the survival show that the new girls had to go through, yet still hybe decided to debut you with them. It was weird, for sure. All the trainee friends you made were gone, and you had to face six girls you only saw on television occasionally. Yunah, Minju, Moka, Wonhee, Youngseo and iroha.

The girls seemed slightly lost during their first day in hybe building making you chuckle. You were a trainee under hybe for 4 years, so you were familiar and when they entered the practice room worn out from all the walking, you assumed they got lost so you couldn’t help yourself but laugh quietly. The Interaction was awkward, to say the least. All of them except Yunah and Youngseo was introverted so you just went with your fellow extrovert Yunah and had a chat. She turned out to be the oldest of them.

During practice and introduction, you found out that everyone had their charm but the youngest, Iroha had the most outstanding perk which was dance. She was a year younger than you yet her dance was something that you felt like it would years of practice and from a little chat with her about how good she was dancing you found out she was just a kid when she started dancing, not like shes any bigger now but you kept it quiet and nodded. Her accent seemed off which only meant she wasn’t Korean. It was rude of you to ask, so you thought, so you just went on the internet and found out that she was Japanese along with Moka. That would explain her slight stuttering and pauses to gather words that didn’t make sense. You spoke fluent Japanese, so when you started talking to her in Japanese a smile appeared on the girl's face, feeling relieved that she could have one more person other than Moka to talk to in her native language.

At first, you got along with Yunah a lot, both of you guys were extroverts so talking to each other was easy and conversations were flowing, that was until you got arranged with Wonhee, a member you were least close with… even tho Wonhee was 07 like you, you still turned oldest and something about being oldest always made you feel overprotective over anyone so when the hate train that started against Wonhee made you furious, so you always made sure to comment about her doing a good job or something to keep her hyped up. If you saw her looking at comments you would divert her attention. 

People didn’t know about your identity because when the 7th member was announced your face was hidden from the teaser or blurred so people were expecting a lot so it gave you more comfort and if it came to transporting your face was covered. Some rumors were that illits 7th member was hybes ‘secret weapon’ which was more than true. You were somewhat  ‘spoiled’ by HYBE which just meant extra attention and pressure to perfection was always on you. You were confident with singing and rapping, almost coming off as cocky. The dancing was not something you yet felt comfortable with. A lot of trainees came to you for help with an expectation so of course, you helped them out. You were just 13 when you started training so the pressure was hard. A lot of expectations felt overwhelming so you could say, you grew up faster and matured so having the role of ‘helper’ and ‘mother’ was not new to you. You wanted to be the type of person you begged god for each night when you first started training.

Out of thin air, one of the new girls, Youngseo's departure from the debut line was publicly released. Not even girls knew about it and the reason why was never said. On that same day, you guys had to be in the company for the ILLIT debut debrief. You were never close to the girl, you never got the chance to do so but it had a hard blow on members, mostly Iroha. You knew they were roommates and also close on a survival show. Their duo name was something like KOYANGZ or something, but that wasn’t important right now.

On the way, you, of course, had a cap and face mask covering you for privacy and mysteriousness. You decided to sit next to the youngest, you didn’t wanna cross anything but still tried to talk to her, snap her out of her thoughts by saying random things which seemed to work as she engaged in talking more, smiled, and listened to whatever you had to say about your trainee days in HYBE. Once the car stopped in front of the building you were bold enough to hold her hand as you walked into the building. She didn’t pull away, in fact, she held your hand tighter and once you guys sat down, she wanted to sit next to you so that is what you guys did. While the staff was talking you noticed the uneasy look on Iroha's, the debut was good and she would like it, you thought so you whispered into her ear:

“どうしたの？(whats wrong?)”

“何も理解できない... (I don’t understand anything)”

she said with a sad look as you chuckled and asked the staff to slow down with talking a little and whispered a translated version to her ear. As the meeting was finished the girls walked out satisfied by the debut plan and demo version of music you two were the last to walk out. You let the girls walk ahead as you talked about the plan with Iroha. She seemed more open and smiley which gave you some sort of pride. Members decided to walk inside the building for some reason and you guys just went with it. Since you were more talkative Iroha was just staring and listening till one of the old trainee friends stopped you with a loud greeting.

“Y/N??”

“JENNY!”

You yell back as you let go of Irohas hand and just run to the girl picking her up and pulling her into tight embrace. The younger one was left just standing there, awkwardly as a tight feeling formed into her stomach, confused by it.

“I haven’t seen you for so long, I knew it was you when I saw the new ‘mysterious’ girl debuting with ILLIT”

You laughed as you nodded and turned to Iroha as you signaled her to come which she did with an awkward smile looking between you and some girl named Jenny.

“This is my maknae, Iroha,” you say as you pet her back gently. “We have to get going, all though, so maybe catch you later?’  say as you two bid your goodbyes and just continue talking to Iroha, except you weren't holding her hand anymore which made younger feel… empty. After leaving the building back into the dorms everyone washed up and changed into comfortable clothes everyone agreed to have a little more ‘bonding’ time with you since you didn't know the girls well and while they went through a lot together. You kind of wished you were in the show too, get to know them well so things wouldn’t be as awkward as it is now but there was no turning back so all six of you gathered in the living room, chatting and mainly focused on you. Each had their questions about you so you happily answered each of them, but not one question was from Iroha… it made you kind of sad, wasn’t she interested? Why didn’t she ask anything? Did you talk too much?

Truth was, she was more than interested, each time you answered she made sure she didn’t miss anything and secretly noted it down.

Time-to-time you got used to the girls, engaged in playing around with them and just having fun. You also noticed how lighthearted Iroha was. Teasing Wonhee about being the actual maknae because she’s ‘cuter’ than her, which was true because Wonhees face was cute and so were her habits. You always found yourself being closer to Iroha, even after the debut, you always stuck to her side, playing with her, keeping her company, improving her Korean pronunciation, and translating things she couldn’t understand. Iroha was more than grateful and she admired your hard work while also helping you with dance. Everything was good, the title track ‘Magnetic’ was doing amazing on the charts and got in total of 12 wins which made the group so happy. You and Iroha were fans' favorite duo due to you being her safe place on and off cameras. You always made sure she was comfortable, she spoke better Korean than before and you were glad she was happy, happy with you. There was some unspoken tie between you two that members always made sure to tease you guys with making younger blush while you just laughed it off, but both of you knew it deep down too. Whenever you saw your favorite maknae you just wanted to hold her, pinch her cheek, and just baby her all the time. She was always next to you, either teasing you, teasing you, or just enjoying your presence, it made her calm, you were the person who helped her get used to her new way of living. 

Promotions were done but all six of you guys were invited to Paris Fashion Week. Everyone was excited, Iroha was jumping around clinging to you talking all about what she was gonna wear and what she wanted to do in that one week of being in a foreign country. You were also excited and promised to take a lot of pictures of her there.

Once the plane landed the younger couldn't contain her happiness looking around amazed as she dragged you into every shop showing you random things as you bought her a few things she liked.

Once the car got to the hotel members decided to split into 3 different rooms: Yunah & Wonhee, Minju & moka, and you & Iroha, of course. Youngest was pleading to be in the same room as you saying that ‘Wonhee is already lucky enough to be in the same dorm room as you’ which made your heart flutter, just a little. 

The show went amazing, Iroha as usual was by your side and whenever someone spoke in English, you translated everything. It was Iroha's favorite thing about you; the ability to translate for her. You looked so charming but she would never admit that to your face. After the show you two decided to walk around Paris, enjoying the main attraction, the Eifel Tower during the night. The tension was there, both of you could feel it but chose to ignore it as you guys talked about random topics, that was until Iroha stopped in front of a great view of the tower in the back of the bridge.

“Remember, you promised to take pictures of me” she teased implying that she wanted a picture taken which made you chuckle and grab your phone Iroha posing right away. She was beautiful, but the camera couldn’t capture her beauty. Her red nose due to the light wind blowing on her face, perfectly done straight, and long black hair, with bangs that made roha, roha. Choker perfectly sits around her neck, a light brown jacket that she wore at the fashion show. She was all too perfect and all you could do was stare and admire her beauty. That was till Iroha herself had to snap you out of your clouds.

“y/n??” she called out as you looked at her with a smile and all you could do was hum, not trusting your voice to speak up.

She came closer to your face as she put the back of her hand on your cheek.

“Am I that pretty that I got you blushing?” she asked in a teasing manner as she chuckled and tilted her head slightly. It was all too much for you, you wanted her and there was no avoiding it; it was either you have her or be rejected so all you could do was move closer and connect your lips with her.

…

Silence. Irohas heart stopped beating for a second, eyes widened as she tried to process what was happening to her until you pulled back face flushed.

“I'm sorry it was all too sudden, I didn’t know what to do so I just-” You got cut off with a kiss again, this time from Iroha. Your heart was beating as you fluttered your eyes closed putting your arm around her waist to pull her closer as she wrapped hers around your neck. It felt like it lasted for hours till both of you pulled away.

“You talk too much,” Iroha said teasing you causing both of you to burst out laughing.

“Oh, you meant ‘Oh y/n I like you too’” you added making her smack your shoulder.

“You haven't confessed yet, lady,” she said with a point making you cup her cheeks.

“I love you, roha.”

“I love you too, y/nnie”

“Be my girlfriend?” you say, slightly cringing at yourself as Iroha laughs.

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Iroha was more than happy she joined that survival show and made it, she was grateful that HYBE decided to add another girl into the debut line and it so happened to be the love of her life. She loved the changes in her life and was more than happy to get used to it, with you . . .

[skelly-words]

ChosoXloser!Reader

revisiting this bc I'm approaching the age of the MC. i wrote two chapters on ao3 then forgot abt it, so i'm trying to finish a third to get it to a stopping point.

October Birds: Chapter 1

tags- fem!reader, roommate!shoko, yuuji and choso are brothers, college au, fluff, eventual smut, idk it's pretty chill

wc- 2k

Rain splatters on the cafe window, dripping lazily down the glass. Your breath fogs up the pane, losing yourself in the misty morning as you ignore your homework and the busyness of the morning rush. The lab report leers at you from your open laptop, not that you care, too enraptured in the pretty cinnamon and swirl of steamed milk in your pumpkin spice latte. The foam traces an arc over your upper lip as you sip the drink, headphones in your ears, staring out the window of the warm cafe.

The line of people and buzz of lazy college students on a Sunday morning smear across your peripheral vision. You’d usually sit in a corner booth- as withdrawn as possible- but the cafe is packed. The only empty tables are in the middle of the lobby, mingling in the throng of people, a community table for half-empty cups. You grabbed the only empty booth, but it’s right next to the door. A chime rings every time a patron enters, making any hope for productivity completely futile.

Ding

There it is again, that irritating ring of yet another stressed our bio major on their way to get an americano with enough caffeine in it to fuel the next mission to space. You aren’t like them. You got a latte. As much as you hate the awful announcement of every idle individual, it snaps you out of your fogginess, lacing resentment into your blank document as your homework regains your attention. 

At least you start typing. Even if the lines of text are C work at best, anything above 60% on an assignment is a blessing. Your TA for organic chemistry is particularly critical of any assignments done for lab. Needless to say, this requires your best effort. You turn down your music, just a little, letting it blend enough with the outside world to create white noise, nothing but a dull hum. You sip your latte and chip away at this week’s workload. The crowd of people in the cafe never thins, even as morning rush teases at noon, if anything, all the late risers roll in to join the rest of the procrastinators in the cafe to do homework. 

“Excuse me?”

Your steady workflow is interrupted. When you sigh you hope it’s audible.

“Yeah?” You pull your right earbud out of your ear, not bothering to look up as you scroll through your work to look busy.

“Do you mind if I sit here? Sorry, it’s just the other tables…”

You pass a glance around the cafe. Every table and booth is occupied by at least two people. You nod in understanding, but he takes it as a cue to sit down on the bench across from you.

“I promise to not bother you.”

You force a smile over the screen of your laptop, fully looking at your guest for the first time. A bold black line traces its way over his nose. The color matches his hair, which hangs loose, spilling down his shoulders and curling around his neck. His eyes are a warm brown, crinkling at the corners as he smiles back at you.

“I get it. This place isn’t usually so busy.”

He hums in agreement, bending to pull his laptop from his bag. “Thank you, though. If you want another latte, I’m buying.”

“You really don’t have to.”

“I know.” He shrugs, opening his laptop and tapping on the keyboard. “But I want to.”

He doesn't say anything else, too engrossed in his own studies, and probably just as stressed by them as you. You sip your latte and put your earbud back in. The familiar rhythm of work, music, and coffee forms back into focus. 

The lab report becomes easy, the words flow onto the paper as you reference your notes and translate them into the mechanical syntax of academic jargon.

Music, coffee, and work. Your playlist is just random enough to not become boring. A few transitions shock you, something somber and melancholy followed by upbeat hip-hop, but for the most part, Spotify treats you well. It’s when you hear a song repeat that you realize it’s time to go home. You’re tired and the sun is threatening to point west, tipping past what could be called morning.

You shut your laptop quietly, not wanting to disturb the person across from you. He’s still quietly working. How he’s maintained focus for this long is a complete mystery. A work ethic you can only dream of. The laptop, lab notes, and other various clutter are shoved into your bag, hoping to slink back to your apartment for a caffeine-addled nap.

“Leaving?”

You pause. You could just ignore him, playing it off as his sparse question being drowned out in the general noise of the cafe, but now you’ve paused too long. 

“Yeah. I’ve been at it for a while. It’s time for a break.” You wouldn’t have said goodbye if he hadn’t stopped you.

“I still owe you coffee.” He tilts his head as he looks at you, frowning at your empty mug.

“No, really. It’s fine. If anything I should thank you for the company.” You don’t know why you’re declining. Another pumpkin spice latte would be nice for the drizzly walk home. “I haven’t eaten yet. My roommate will kill me if I don’t get some breakfast.”

He hums noncommittally. The screen of his laptop closes as he slides from the booth. “What do you want from the cafe?” 

He’s committed to repaying his favor, and you’re really in no rush to leave. Though, you don’t lack apprehension. The motley blend of people is dizzying, overwhelming you whenever you chance a glance at your surroundings.

“A blueberry muffin?”

“Sure. Anything else.” He places his forearms on the tabletop, leaning in to hear you better in the cacophony. 

“No thanks.”

He smells nice, like citrus and cigarette smoke. The scent is soft, almost nonexistent in the overwhelming smell of coffee that smothers the store. There’s something nostalgic about it that you can’t put your finger on, but whatever the burnt orange reminds you of is pleasant. You miss it as he stands fully and walks away. 

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he tosses over his shoulder, so sure and relaxed. 

You watch him until his tall frame gets lost in the line to the register. You use the time to text your roommate, letting her know that you’ll be out longer than planned.

Your roommate, Shoko, keeps in touch with you about your plans. Since she’s a few years older than you, and a senior, Shoko likes to play the protective older sister: checking in on you when you leave the house, making sure you eat, and asking about your personal life or lack thereof. 

You and Shoko met the year prior in some stupid general ed class that neither of you had any interest in. Shoko had put off taking the class until junior year, and you decided to get it over with as a freshman. After bonding over a shared major, the friendship had stuck. And while you aren’t an unlikeable person, finding people you like enough to have long-term relationships with can be rare.

Shoko replies to your text almost immediately. She congratulates you on staying out past the few hours she suggested you study for, and requests that you grab her some food on the way home. You put your phone away after that, not wanting to appear rude as your companion returns.

He sets the muffin on the table in front of you. It’s in a clear, plastic to-go container. You can see the sweet, blue bruises that mottle the appearance of the pastry. Blueberry muffins have to be the ugliest dessert, but that doesn’t stop your mouth from watering at the sight of it.

“I wasn't sure if you wanted to stay and eat with me or not, so I figured I’d leave it up to you.” He sets a sleeved, paper coffee cup next to the muffin. “And here’s a latte for you too.”

“Thank you,” you say. You bring the cup up to your lips, smelling that it’s pumpkin spice before the coffee hits your tongue. “I’ll stay and eat here if you don’t have more homework.”

“Eh- I need to take a break and eat too, so homework can wait.” That’s when you notice that he’s purchased himself a pastry as well, something French and buttery. “So, stay?”

You pop open the lid of your plastic container. “Yeah.”

The first bite of your muffin is amazing, and the second is heavenly. You get lost in the easy silence. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were. Coffee and the stress of homework had kept your appetite away all morning. It returned tenfold when you took your first bite of food, reminding you of the morning essential you had been missing. The closest thing you’ve had for breakfast is the bite of oatmeal Shoko had made for herself before waving you out the door.

“I just realized, I never asked for your name.”

You glance across the table, taken aback by the break in silence. Caught off guard, you mumble the syllables disjointedly. You’re not sure if he hears you until he repeats them back, humming in satisfaction at the sounds.

“Pretty name,” he says, “it suits you.”

You flush, feeling your face heat. “And I never asked for yours.”

“Choso Kamo. English major.” And he extends his hand across the table.

“Genetics major.” 

Choso smiles when you shake his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” When his hand recedes, he tucks it beneath his chin. “I figured you were into stem. I noticed the intelligently stressed look on your face when I sat down.”

“Are you sure you’re not a psych major?”

His lips quirk upwards. A soft puff of air escaped his lips at your dry humor. “Almost, but I decided that I wanted the mind to remain a mystery to me.”

“So, why English instead?”

“I want to teach it, eventually. English is where I can impact kids the most.” 

“Teaching? That’s admirable.” You take the last few bites of your muffin, washing it down with coffee. “Why?”

“I want to be a better teacher than the ones I had growing up.” Choso tenses, voice shifting into something pensive. “I want to make a difference where it matters.”

“That’s sweet,” you say.

“Sweet?” Pink dusts his nose and cheeks, trying to obscure itself behind his tattoo.

“Yeah.” Something about Choso makes you feel at ease, enough so to be- at the very least- honest.

“Thanks. I like hearing that from you.” 

“Why?”

“You ask that a lot,” but he’s not accusatory, pointing it out to show you he noticed. “I get that a lot, not many actually mean it though.”

“What makes you think I mean it?”

Choso shrugs. “Would I still feel this nice if you didn’t?”

“I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out whenever I lie to you.”

“Hopefully we never find out then.”

Your lips press together. Lost for what to say, you glance out the window. “The rain’s finally let up, I should walk home while it’s clear.”

Choso nods, nibbling at his bottom lip. “Well, it was nice sitting with you. See you around?”

“I hope so.” A small smile creeps across your face. “Maybe we do this again sometime?”

“Yeah. Let me give you my number.” His hand extends across the table.

You feel your face warm in embarrassment as you fumble with the apps on your phone, searching for the seldom-used contacts. “Here,” when you finally manage to find it.

The exchange is quick enough not to make your exit awkward. You could take the time to think about what you’ll say when you first text him, but you’re too caught up in the idea of a next time.

Choso hands your phone back to you and waves lazily at you as you stand. You pick up your backpack and trash, checking that you didn’t forget anything before you leave. 

“Thanks, again, and good luck with the rest of your homework.” You feel like you’re repeating yourself too often, but it can’t be helped.

“Enjoy the rest of your rainy Sunday.” 

You wave your goodbyes as you open the door. The bell is just as annoying when it announces your departure, and the rain is still pooling on the sidewalk as you walk home, but the day feels lighter than before.

a/n- i'll post chapter 2 when i'm closer to having chapter 3 done

hope you had a really nice day: drank all your water, ate something delicious, had something funny happen, etc. luv y'all <3<3<3

[im-a-hoping-beetch]

In all honesty, idk what happened with the fandom recently for it to suddenly shit out a ton of crappy takes in ATLA most especially for Zutara. I often find myself defending Zutara because a lot of its antis say the most racist and sexist stuff against it. I'm not even a Zutara fan! I'm a rareshipper.

Can't just antis simply say they don't like Zutara and move on to enjoying their own ships instead? No more stupid holier art thou morality takes that just backfire on their faces.

If they want discourse, then use canon material NOT HEADCANONS, FANONS, OR FANFICS as "evidence" to back up their takes. Antis that do that makes my head spin in exasperation. Then you point that out they start whining how you hurt their feelibgs and get all offended as a "minority".

Actually, let's focus on that last bit. It's pretty rancid too how sometimes they pretend to be part of the "minority" so they can use it as a shield for themselves when their bad behavior gets called out. In fact, this tactic hurts the actual minorities who have valid concerns about Zutara. They get drowned out by all the insanity toxic shippers say and get lumped in with them.

Well, with the new live-action coming, there has obviously, been a revival, making the fandom way much more active. Which leads to people having more time to pay attention to the show and all its intricacies.

This is where ship wars come into play. And in all honesty, atla’s ship wars have definitely left a legacy in a way I don’t think we’ll have to ever witness. With the creators perpetuous jabs at zutara solidifying antis need to hate on it and the fans, fuelling the whole thing to another level. To this day whenever something avatar related gets announced or released you start to see a revival of a not so dead ship war. And while they (probably, not sure) aren’t as brutal as they used to be, they have took another turn, with this faux-progressivism being used to fear monger zutara shippers as well as casual listeners about the ship’s legitimacy. I recommend @i-d-e-g-a-f ‘s post about it to get more insight.

On my part, if I were to pin point the moment where this faux- progressivism started taking space in a lot of anti-zutara takes, I’d say that the atla renaissance isn’t innocent for this phenomenon happening. You need to understand the context in which atla’s release on Netflix took place in. One where the blm movement took the entire world by storm. Resulting in people not having the reservations they’ve probably had in the past when it came to talking about racial issues. This was followed by the emergence of numerous movements involving similar cases (not identical, tho). As well as media and the people consuming said media being ready to offer commentary on and call out harmful depictions of racial minorities as well as the rethorics they carried.

Suddenly, anyone and everyone could offer their piece of mind on harm being caused to racial minorities. And while good, it also came with its downside.

When you take into account this context, I think it exacerbated the already existing phenomenon of people saying things in order to put on this front of being good and virtuous, yet failing or simply not wanting to realize how these things are perpetuating the very harm they claim they want to undo. You know, people perceiving and claiming zutara to be a colonized-colonizer ship. As well as comparing katara to Pocahontas, when talking about these two. Which, if these people actually cared about progress, they would know how incredibly racist and sexist it is to make that comparison.

When it comes to antis obsession with hating on zutara, I think it stems from a certain insecurity. You gotta understand that unlike any other non-canon ship, zutara could’ve legitimately been canon. It was constantly talked about in the writers room, many of the team members seriously considering it (head writers, voice actors etc..) Hence why, the creators felt the need to throw numerous jabs (ie. the ember island play, (2008) comic-con) at the ship and more specifically, its fans. Since they themselves were insecure. @burst-of-iridescent perfectly explains it in this post.

[sweetjazzygirl]

Tw// mention of pedophile

While i have never touched the game but i heard of it from a few people, all i can say is it looks fun but how unsurprising i was to find out that the creator of the game is a piece of shit, might be because this year is the year where people comes out as shitty and gross people.

I feel bad for the fans who enjoyed the game, along with the writing only to learn that this man didn't create it for them but rather for the incels and people like him as what i assume.

One of his old friends posted a thread on reddit exposing his true personality.

Not to mention, his overuse of pedophile term whenever someone says they don't like the game or they like it but hates the creator, i found this from a blog where someone shared this in their ask.

Apparently, you're automatically a pedophile if you say any of this.

This man does not understand the danger of falsely accusing anyone just for voicing their opinion on the game, does he realize how stupid he sounds when he overuse that term? Or he's aware but doesn't care how it can ruin the lives of innocents? Imagine being a grown adult voicing your opinion on this game and all of a sudden, a grown degenerate, loser man calls you a "pedophile" for it.

I never understood the hate for your own fanbase who supports you, if it's for toxicity then i can understand. but to hate them for making your game successful? For supporting you? Of all things, this is how you treat them because bunch of them are teenagers who enjoys the game and not for people like you?

You could have just announced cancelling the project if you can't stand your own fans like this, not risk your life by turning yourself into the worst human being. atp, you could have just retired. Never understood ruining your life by being an asshole on purpose unless if it's for the sake of attention but i doubt that was the case considering the game has already brought attention, he just wanted to lose them lol.

I'm glad i never touched the game in the first time, i never cared much for the offensive jokes despite the discomfort, though i can admit the use of fetish did make me uncomfortable after knowing how it's being used in the game (as in how there's TOO MUCH of it but someone said it's just the game making fun of people with feet fetish, idk if that's true.) except what i care about is using Pal3stine, a country that is still suffering from a genocide for 75+ years as a shock value because wtf. this is ridiculous, how are you a grown man acting like this?

He shouldn't be surprised if he suddenly lost all the money because of this, he made flipside bad on purpose and now he's going to face his downfall because of his stupidity.

And now he's blocking people for voicing their opinion or criticism, damn.

[powderblueblood]

Can we please talk about the Jonathan of it all? I love that lacy had the tiniest thing for him before nancy had him all spellbound (no hate to my girl nancy. She can't help it that her pussy pop's severely or however that meme goes) lacy likes herself a weirdo and I am right there with her. I want to ask, she mentions they went out on one date and you mention it a bit but was it really a date or something she, for lack of a better word, tricked him in to? because we both know he wouldn't have asked her out and I'm completely unsure if she'd even utter the word 'date' to him because it might have spooked him or had him thinking she was trying to pull something on him. Basically I want to know how you think lacy would have gotten him to agree to even meet in the park because as stated in a later chapter, he's pretty hard to get a hold of. sorry I'm fixating on this one part. it's just, idk i really liked that lacy saw something in him and went as far as she did to pursue him, you know?

never apologize for fixating in my inbox EVER, that's what this place is for. this dynamic is so secretly special to me. i honestly think if things were different and lacy didn't need a motormouth like munson to rev her engine up and bring her to life out of sheer annoyance, there would be a strong dair energy between her and jonathan. he appealed to something very real within her; he's sweet and thoughtful and sweet and thoughtful are in short supply. the following is how lacy and jonathan ended up standing elbow-to-elbow in main street vinyl that fateful summer. written in the third person because i thought, why not, fun. part of the hellfire & ice universe

HAWKINS, INDIANA. JULY 1982-ISH, SOMETHING LIKE THAT.

Dear reader,

Summer makes us pliable, I think. It makes us liquid and wanting. We've hit record temperatures this July, and even the best conditioned of places feel like they're warping. I find myself spilling over into things I usually wouldn't, looking over people's shoulders to peer into how they're handling the heat. Anything to break the monotony of Carol's/gas station/Lover's Lake/Skull Rock/substitute as appropriate.

I'm not finding anything interesting. Or didn't. Until today.

TRACK ONE - MARQUEE MOON by TELEVISION.

The weather that day was too heavy for the sky to hold, and Lacy's sour mood with everyone was too heavy to gloss out. She peeled her car out of the rocky bank at Lover's Lake and may have nipped Harrington's on the way, humidity fogging over her spatial awareness.

No one bothered to poke holes in Lacy's flimsy excuse for leaving, which she kind of resented--in fact, she was kind of resenting the grand dearth in attention she was getting. Cass on Mikey, Carol on Tommy, Tina chasing Steve, Derek pouring over Nicole, but no one quite zeroing in on her. The boys would shoot a stolen glance her way when her shirt and shorts came off, a momentary and forbidden distraction from whatever they were supposed to be locked into.

She's gorgeous, sure. And she knows it, of course. But not gorgeous enough to latch onto, it seems. Nothing of substance there. Lacy was bored to distraction herself.

Once she hit the throbbing, melting concrete of Hawkins' main drag again, she parked a couple of blocks away from the record store, figuring it would do no good to hitch her car right out front. Even if no one was looking for her. Lacy was a girl made of buffers and alibis, pushing the heavy glass door open just as the lightning cracks overhead. It announced her arrival in a way she could have done without.

The clerk, Jerry, a man made up of mostly Groucho Marx facial hair with bifocals perched on top, regarded her with a half-second glance. Lacy patted her perspiring brow as delicately as possible and wound her way towards the 'T's. She had a riff caught in her head that the darkening sky inspired, with all that threatening rain and achy rumbles of thunder, and she needed to exorcise it. It wasn't something she could do in the grand privacy of her own bedroom, because this was a purchase she hadn't smuggled home yet.

Plucking the record out and looking to the listening booths with a satisifed quirk of her lips, Lacy caught Jonathan Byers' dark, serious, brow-knit stare the very second before he thought to snap back around. His headphones skewed against his dull brown hair in a way she knew should have disgusted her. Pavlovian, Lacy waited for her learned reaction to kick in; a lurch, an ew, Byers, what a weirdo! squeeze of the abdominal muscles but... nothing. Nothing happened.

Like she'd left the part of herself that knew how to perform that back at the lake with the others.

Whatever.

The listening booth beside Jonathan Byers stood free. His spine visibly stiffened as she stepped up to his right, picking up the headphones and putting the needle down. The perspex between them was stained heavily, browned blotches of nicotine from decades past, but still transparent enough to see through. And Lacy could feel Jonathan's stare again, beady and judging and zeroing in on the vinyl cover as she flipped it over in her careful hands.

Confusion teemed off him in waves, prompting her to feel something-- a kind of smug indulgence in the notion that he might be thinking, What the fuck is Lacy Doevski doing listening to Television?

Smugger still that if he were to tell anyone, no one would ever believe him.

TRACK TWO - HERE SHE COMES NOW by THE VELVET UNDERGROUND.

Jonathan doesn't spend any time thinking about people like Lacy Doevski, and he means that. Not a flitting fantasy of oh, what would it be like to have the glaring sun of someone so popular shone upon him, nothing like that. Kid's a realist, okay? He knows that people like Lacy are not even worth entertaining the thought--plus, she's mean. As kindergarten as it sounds, he about as much mean in his life as he can handle, thank you very much.

But there's something about a person encroaching on your space, especially in summertime. Was it not for the perspex, they'd be elbow-to-elbow at the listening booths of Main Street Vinyl. And due to the Byers' shot air conditioning with no fix in budget and therefore in sight, he comes here every day to avail of those big box fans. So, unfortunately, does Lacy.

Doesn't she have a state of the art unit she could be sitting in front of, blasting cold air and listening to all these records that she can definitely afford but never ends up buying in the privacy of her own plush Loch Nora home? Why does she hang around here with a soft sheen of perspiration on her forehead that she has to keep shyly dabbing at? Irritably flipping her hair as she tries to subtly spy what he's listening to?

She's not as smooth as she thinks she is.

Why did she roll her eyes and smile a little when she spotted the copy of White Light/White Heat he was listening to? Why did she swap out what she was spinning for a copy of The Velvet Underground & Nico?

Why did Jonathan kind of smile back?

TRACK THREE - FEAR IS A MAN'S BEST FRIEND by JOHN CALE.

Shutting up feels good in a place like this.

Not that Lacy doesn't thrive off the empty caloric intake of a good gossip, but a break in the buzz became more and more adored. And this wordless game of record chicken she'd taken to playing with Jonathan Byers...

Well, how does one explain that without coming across as cruel? Fact was, she was having fun with it and a huge portion of that pie was because Jonathan was so far out in the social hinterlands that it would never blow back on her. No one would ever accuse Lacy of having freak-loving tendencies because no one would ever care to notice Jonathan in the presence of someone like her. He was younger and he was quiet. He had a busted up family, of course, no one found that too interesting. He didn't parade himself around as a paragon of oddity like some people did, like that Munson kid did. He was just... nobody. And for a while, so was she, and it didn't feel entirely terrifying.

The two of them fell into this strange, silent rhythm, where it appeared to the naked eye that they were just two distant classmates standing next to one another in this stuffy record store.

But Jonathan's nose would wrinkle if she was listening to something he didn't recognize, and he'd tug at the hair behind his ear if he did. Jonathan's nose was always a little oily and a soft waft of body odor escaped under his deodorant as he passed her in the stacks-- yet, none of these imperfections triggered that habitual repulsion that they ought to. That they would have, if school was still in session. Instead, Lacy began to feel this animalic pull toward them.

It was as if she immediately started to try and sniff him out each time she entered the store.

And Lacy being Lacy, the pull made her want to push back. Threaten it. Break the unspoken covenant they had and see what Jonathan would do. Boredom with your life begets a thing like that, you see. So, she lifted her needle off John Cale, curved her fingers around the stained plastic that separated them and said, "I love Linda Thompson's voice, don't you?"

He'd never directly met her eyes before then.

"You wh-- sorry?"

TRACK FOUR - SUGAR ON MY TONGUE by THE TALKING HEADS.

Jonathan's a good judge of character. You have to be, with a father like Lonnie and a mother like Joyce. You have to know how to spot someone who's an asshole or someone on the verge of a breakdown from a few hundred miles away. You have to know the difference between good company and bad; Jonathan's skilled at that. Just, so far, seems that the only good company in Hawkins is his own.

Until. Well. Listen.

Lacy kind of made the lines blur.

He couldn figure out if she was fucking with him or not.

Instinct told him that she was; that this was some big elaborate plot to humiliate him somehow, because something like that always seems to be lurking around the corner for him. But the way she smoothed the arch out of her brow when she spoke to him--bitesized sentences, Bagel Bites of conversation--made Jonathan edge closer to that dangerous maybe not.

And they only ever talked about music.

Lacy did most of the heavy lifting, with Jonathan too struck to offer anything beyond a single-word affirmation or a strangled smile over the alarm bells that kept ringing in his head. She kept going, however, saying these incredibly clever, snipped, almost curated things that made Jonathan notice the shape of her mouth.

"...and I actually have that. I could make you a tape."

Jonathan's finger twisted into the wire of his headphones. "Oh, you don't-- I actually, I have this one too."

"Oh."

What was he talking about? That copy of Talking Heads: 77 that he's played to death but couldn't find for the life of him, not in the deepest recesses of his bedroom? The fact that it was missing brought about crazy feelings of self betrayal because that thing was one of Jonathan's prized possessions. Not least of all because it came out the same year he turned ten; same year Lonnie made him shoot a rabbit, same year he proved to Lonnie that he'd never be the man his father wanted him to be.

"Um, no, actually," Jonathan said, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I lost it, actually. My copy." Say actually one more time, buddy. "But you don't have to."

Lacy gave him a look that was solid and confident, one he almost recognized from the real-her, the one that existed in the spaces outside this record store. This looked more genuine, though. Like there was light behind her eyes.

"I want to," she said, "I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to."

TRACK FIVE - PABLO PICASSO by THE MODERN LOVERS.

"Meet me in the park at off Maple at like... midday?" Lacy knew how it sounded, so she gave him a shrug, one so characteristic and comforting to her. Sliding responsibility right off the curve of one shoulder. "Or don't. It's up to you. But that's where I'll be."

And if she's confessional honest, she hadn't expected him to come. To breach containment of the bubble they'd created in the listening booths, hogging them away from the other patrons of the store. It was safe there, where they didn't have to exchange pleasantries like how are you or what's new, where things were abstracted yet so incredibly personal because this, this, music was one of her secret vestiges that she didn't share with anyone.

To bring it out in the light like this, in the pollen-filled field, to a pockmarked picnic table, meant Lacy was risking it.

Most of her knew that a thing like this couldn't survive being outside it's stuffy, soundtracked bell jar. But the little flicker that thought, dangerously, maybe burned bright in her. In some long neglected place.

"Hey."

"Oh, hi."

Summer makes you pliable. Makes you want to try anything.

It had that effect on Jonathan too, because he showed. But Jonathan shies away from the light; even sitting with Lacy in the shade, the farthest he could position himself from her, he squinted and hunched and looked all apologetic about it. Lacy couldn't hack through the awkwardness with a chainsaw, one she wanted so desperately to rev and scream,

DO YOU LIKE ME OR HAVE I BEEN WASTING MY TIME? I THINK YOU'RE NICE. NO ONE'S NICE. I SHOWED YOU SOMETHING NO ONE ELSE GETS TO SEE. SHOULD WE TRY SOMETHING? DO YOU READ ME?

Everything is that serious when you're sixteen.

The pirated tape of Talking Heads: 77 sat between them on the bench, and Nancy Wheeler crested the hill with a dog on a leash, and Lacy watched as Jonathan's eyes opened. His shoulders relaxed some and his face took on a faintness of a glow she had recognized, because Steve Harrington had looked at Nancy that very same way a couple of weeks back.

Not a look of distraction. Because they were in the real world now.

Spell broken, bubble popped. The shame that she would ever be so stupid to try something like this blew through her like a harsh gust, snuffing out the hope-- because no matter what she does, what she chances to reveal to boys like Jonathan who operate with a sweetness, who need coaxing, there'll always be kinder. There'll always be better. There'll always be Wheeler.

[bunnygirl678]

it's valentine's day, i'm sick so i didn't go bar hopping like i had planned on doing, this is my first single valentine's day in like 7 years and tbh i was looking forward to drinking like i was 22 again, lmao, so in turn y'all are gonna get a bull tauros riding au, little back story, my father and most of my male relatives were bull riders in their younger years so i grew up around the culture and i'm from Texas (fun fact I have the Texas flag above my bed like i'm a frat boy lmao) Also this is probably more along the lines of gameverse?

-Our tauros riders are red and green

-they're competitive with each other, they've been rivals since their mutton wooloo bustin days, they've both got their fair share of buckles, red is the current world champ

-they have a little secret though, they're mutually in love with each other but neither will admit

-red doesn't speak to most people, won't do interviews, he'll talk to Green though, Green on the other end will take any sponsorship he can get, is constantly doing interviews, loves the attention

-then some new comers pop up on the scene, we've got the mysterious redheaded cowboy with a chip on his shoulder named Silver, and he's itching to take the title from Red

-who is Silver? well turns out he's the son of Giovanni, the previous champion who came out of retirement to go up against red,

-but Giovanni got hurt, bad, like he almost died, Silver blames Red for what happened to his father, but Silver looks nothing like his father and doesn't use his name so no one knows who he is, but he wants revenge

-Silver refuses to make friends with anyone, even though Green keeps reaching out, desperately trying

-then there's Gold, a buckle bunnelby (buckle bunny is a term for "fake" country girls who hang around rodeos trying to date the cowboys) who has a thing for redheads

-Gold takes interest in Silver, who is up and coming winning a bunch, there's more to Gold than meets the eye, Silver ends up letting Gold hang around him a lot and falls for the cutie the more he gets to know the real him

-Green too becomes close with Gold, but not in a romantic way (remember he's hopelessly in love with his rival), problem is Red doesn't know that

-Red gets jealous that Green and Gold hang around together he starts lashing out a bit towards Gold, now Silver already hates Red but watching Red be an ass to Gold pisses him off even more

-they're practicing together, Red is being a super asshole to Gold, and Gold is done. He gets up on a bull before Silver/Green can stop him,

-Guess what, Gold was an up and coming rider before he suddenly quit, after proving himself he jumps off leaving everyone flabbergasted and just keeps walking,

-Silver ends up going after him, because he thought they were friends why would he never tell him, Gold admits crying that his mom passed from an extended illness and he couldn't bring himself to keep going, it had always been their thing, whereas with Silver it was the opposite, he had never been interested until his dad got hurt

-Silver convinces Gold to start riding again, suddenly he's not as interested in revenge but wants to see Gold succeed, late one night after a particularly grueling training Gold leans in and kisses Silver, Silver kisses back, they're together now <3

-Red pushes himself harder, Green announces that he's going to retire at the end of the season, Red is heart broken the best part of riding is competing against Green, and he really won't see Green anymore if he retires, like he knows it's the end of their friendship

-it's finally time for the big finals, red, green, silver, gold are the top contenders, Silver places 4th, he and his father share a nice moment, he's upset he didn't beat Red, but he found love awwww

-green places 3rd, he's happy, says he's looking forward to starting the next chapter of his life (maybe he gets a ranch idk), but there's a sadness in his eyes when he looks at red, regret for things never said or done

-it's down to red vs gold, red hates gold, he thinks green likes him, doesn't know about silver, ect ect

-gold wins 1st, he's the new champion, he points the sky and says 'look mama i did it!' very sweet and emotional, silver runs out kissing his boy, not only did gold do amazing and fulfilled his dream, he beat red effectively getting revenge in silver's eyes

-red is like wait???? gold is with silver???? then he's like oh shit green must be heartbroken, that was why he looked so sad, he goes to find green and tell him how sorry he was, and at first green thinks it's about him placing 3rd and he's kinda pissed about it, like it feels condescending

-but red is like you deserve better than gold anyway, and green is like wait what? you thought i liked gold?? no you big dummy i like you!

-thinking it's his last chance, green kisses red, who immediately kisses back

-leads to 'oh wait i thought this was one-sided'

-red who really cares more about green than his title announces his retirement, he and green settle down on a ranch growing old together

-gold rides a few more seasons then retires as well, he and silver breed tauros and live happily ever after

[inanisomnia]

latch || chishiya x fem!reader headcanon

here u gooo !! tot i enjoyed writing this >,< i wrote a drabble about the req but it turned into a whole new story /sobs

genre: fluff?? how do you do this genre typa thing tot

warning/s: profanities ++ not proofread

a/n: chishiya's character is actually challenging to write and idk if i nailed writing him in this story. i hope you enjoy this!! if you do, it would mean a lot to reblog (only if you want to and if its okay) enjoy !

+++ reqs are open !

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚

- wtf

- literally, his first reaction would be wtf, not in an offended way, but in amusement.

- you, my god, out of all the damned people here in the beach, you were able to capture his attention, his interest, ever so exceptional among others.

- to be so similar with each other on some extent yet immensely different at the same time.

- the first time you both meet each other was in a clubs game.

- you approached him first, and introduced yourself. you didn't offer your hand, just announced yourself.

- one thing he noticed about you was how you carry yourself with confidence, grace, and elegance.

- you were friendly; not the type to be exceedingly amiable, but enough to gain the trust of other people because of your serene demeanor.

- you're not naïve as well, and he was surprised on how you easily deducted and solved each puzzles, and riddles. on how you easily maneuvered and cooperated with others.

- you shared your ideas and observations with him during the game, and goddamnit, he found himself interested in you.

- and ever since that encounter, both of you became friends. he won't show it, but best believe that he is deeply inmersed with your personality.

- at first, he kept telling himself that he's only using you for his own benefit, that he's keeping you around because you can be great pawn when shits go down, a stepping stone for him to achieve his goal.

- until he doesn't realize that he's slowly getting attached to you.

- the more he learned more about you, the more he realized how the two of you were alike, how you were raised, how you deal with the shits life throws at you - both of you were alike on so many levels. even on how you both perceive some things, morals, and how you deal with the pitching situations you're in.

- the only difference is that, you're not afraid to be human, that you're compassionate despite the toxicity of the household you grew up in.

- that you're not afraid to show the people you care for on how you love and value them.

- the main difference is that you don't view emotions as weaknesses but rather as a strength.

- kuina has asked him the situation he's in before – what would your reaction be if you met someone almost the same as you?

- and he answered it with no hesitation before : he'd hate them. view them as someone that is full of hypocrisy, and pathetic. filled with insecurities masked behind a plastic display of confidence and arrogance.

- opposites attract, and the people with the same attributes repel each other. - at least that's what he thought until you came in his life.

- various realizations hit him as he started to know you deep in his soul.

- you made him realize that what he answered before was how he views himself. you made him realize that someone like him – who was ever so cynical, apathetic was actually capable of feeling this deep towards someone.

- that someone like him is worthy of being loved.

- "chishiya! you're zoning out, are listening to me?"

- see ? see ??? what the hell is up with you and your whole self that made him overthink, and over analyze everything. he's never been like this before and fuck.

- he has never been this conflicted and frustrated before.

- believe it or not, i actually think that he would distance himself from you for a while. this is nothing, you're nothing really. who even are you to shake everything in him?

- but god, he never realized how deep he has fallen for you, you were so close yet so far and for the first time in his life, he acknowledged that he is indeed scared.

- scared of what you would react and think of him if he randomly goes up in your room and talk to you about things, afraid that you'll walk past him and give him cold shoulders, given the fact that he did that to you before.

- he panicked.

- SGAJHDD HE'S GOING CRAZY, IS HE ACTUALLY DOING THIS ?? FEELING ALL OF THIS ??

- part of him tells him to just go back to who he was before, and ignore this plethora of emotions, and that was his ego and pride talking.

- he was never vocal about his feelings, his ideas, opinions, or anything unless its related to the games or escaping and surviving, but tonight,

- holy shit his heart is pounding violently against his chest, his ribs, his anxious heartbeats reverberating throughout his body.

- under the starless night skies, wintry cold breeze gently blowing from the horizon and your hair lightly swaying along with it – your laughter sounds like a harmonious melody fading the discord of noises. you looked so ethereal under the gentle illumination of the water's crystal reflection on your face.

- he would walk up to you who was talking to ann and kuina about something silly or gossiping about mindless shits probably, and tells you to come with him because he has something to say, and walked away towards somewhere quiet.

- and of course, knowing you, who has the same personality trait as him, you will say no had he ask you if you can come with him, hence the abrupt and authoritative command of him telling you to follow him somewhere private.

- you rolled your eyes and followed him anyway.

- you stood there, blank and bored expression on your face, derisive orbs that bore on his jet black ones.

- for a while chishiya struggled with the words to say, maybe because he's used to speaking and manipulating people into getting what he needs and wants, but you

- you're different.

- you scoffed and asked, "just summarize it, what are you trying to say?"

- fuck it. he combs his hair backward, clicking his tongue in annoyance and chuckles.

- he walks towards you, and grabs you by the waist and kisses you passionately, deeply, hoping that it could convey his frustration of not being able to say everything he feels out loud.

- after a few seconds, he lets go but still keeps his hand around you, his forehead resting on yours, and breathes,

- "you're driving me crazy. i want you. i love you."

- and god, everything seemed to effortlessly fall into place - a missing piece of each other's void soul.

[jacevelaryonswife]

What a wicked game to play

You don't know exactly when and why it started, but whenever Prince Aegon found your silhouette along the red keep he couldn't look away.

pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

a/n: This is different from what I usually write, letra say reader is a grey character. Don't know if Aegon would be a yan here, buttt, idk sorry, hope yall like it.

warnings: mentions of death, reader as grey character, slight dark??? English is not my first language.

You don't know exactly when and why it started, but whenever Prince Aegon met your silhouette along the length of the red keep he couldn't look away. He tried to be discreet at certain times so that no one but you would notice, he didn't want to compromise your reputation after all. But when the other gazes dispersed and it was just you and him, things tended to change. Whether at dinner, in the gardens, or anywhere private, Aegon Targaryen kept his total attention on you.

It was uncomfortable, to say the least. It was his main intention and when he realized you noticed, oh, that made him smile victoriously.

Your gaze automatically strayed from the prince's direction, uncomfortable with his attitude. You almost hated him in fact, he was a spoiled bitch who abused the perks and didn't care about harming other people. You would not be a victim of his. No, you were not a victim. And as long as you was in the same environment as the first son of King Viserys I, you would do your best not to encounter him visually. It wasn’t a difficult mission indeed, you were discreet and cautious, a lovely lady of good family, devoted to the law and the faith who was looking for a decent and well-born bridegroom, just like you.

Although he did not possess the same didactic intelligence as his younger brother, Aegon was no fool. He was good at capturing perceptions and knew how to observe and be astute when he wanted to be. He wasn't blind, not to you. You had many attributes, but innocence was not one of them. No, you were not innocent. Not when he knows what you've done. Not when he saw his older brother heading towards the harbor that night. Not when the news of the death of Lord Fossoway, who was supposed to marry your little sister, was announced. Not when you showed complete apathy during and after the funeral.

Maybe you were not the mastermind behind it all, but Aegon saw your posture change as the old, decaying lord approached your sister's side. He also saw the look you sent your eldest brother when the man left them. Maybe you weren't actually the mastermind, after all why get your delicate hands dirty in such a bad job? But he was absolutely convinced that you were one of the contributors to the accidental death of Owen Fossoway. You, a little lady. A kind and cunning lady.

The same lady who avoided his gaze all night. The same lady who will soon be engaged.

He can let that happen, you were his. You would be his.

So, at the hour of owl curfew, Aegon ventured into the darkness of the secret corridors of the red keep to reach your chambers, knocking twice where the door would open from the inside.

Your body froze at the sound, looking immediately to the origin center. A few seconds passed with your immobility, just waiting.

Another touch.

Walking quickly to grab the dagger you kept by the bed, you hid it behind your body as you walked to that part of your room where the sounds were coming from. It was no secret that Maegor the Cruel created passages in the red keep unknown to many — including you — but the surprise wasn't just having one linked to your room, but who was looking for you at this time of night.

"What are you doing here?"

Your jaw clenched as you cracked open the door that passed through the wall, seeing the same purple eyes you'd avoided all night.

Aegon just smiled at the sight of your tense body in your light nightclothes, leaning his arm between the door opening to rest his head lazily. He didn't mean to scare you.

But you knew what he was capable of, what he did to the maids. You wouldn't be a victim, you weren't a victim. Aegon Targaryen wouldn't lay a filthy finger on you. When he remained silent, you anticipated trying to close the passage, but you were soon interrupted by a short and all-encompassing sentence:

"I know what you did."

"What I did?"

"Yes.”

“… You can tell me what I did in the morning, certainly. Good night my prince."

"I don't think I can, actually, my lady." He persisted, his gaze becoming more serious than before. “Who would talk about murder in broad daylight?”

You didn't take long to counter, shaking your head in confusion. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“I think you do. If I were you, I'd let me in." Aegon suggested calmly.

"This will not happen."

“I’m your prince.”

“I don't care what you are, Aegon Targaryen. You will not enter my room, not today, not ever.” Before you could close the passage, he pushed with abrupt force and stood in front of you.

He wasn't the only one with a surprise, not when you pointed the dagger in his direction. The lecherous prince raised his hands in peace, but you just backed away.

“I saw your brother that night when Lord Fossoway was murdered. Interestingly, you weren't happy with his marriage to your little sister, I wouldn't be either if it was my daughter marrying a man old enough to be her grandfather. I understand you, my lady, but I don't know if others will understand…”

There it was.

This time it was your posture that changed, the menacing look becoming cold, stoic, but still defiant. "What others?"

The shadow of a smile played on the prince's lips as he replied, “What will the Queen and Hand think of having a murderess at court? What will the nobles think? What will your suitors think?”

It was your turn to smile coldly, cocking your head to the side. “What was a prince doing by the harbor at owl time?”

"Do you think this is more serious than conspiring against a Lord's life?" He asked in amusement.

“I believe that no one will take seriously the words of a drunk who does not care about his duties and would rather be somewhere in the flea bottom than in the palace, to the detriment of me, who always performed my duty with honor and devotion.” Your tone was serious and tinged with scorn, which had him advancing on you, ignoring the threat posed by the instrument in your hand.

When Aegon tried to disarm you, you made a small cut in his palm. Surprising him.

Surprising him the most for showing no concern for hurting the fucking prince and first son of Viserys I Targaryen.

“Some people say that the purest love is the one that refuses to accept the truth. Indeed, the queen loves you, my prince, but my father has served the crown faithfully for years. My house is one of the most important in Westeros, my reputation is perfect. So, I ask again, who are you going to believe?” You remained in a position of alert, not letting him get close. "And then there's the main factor, what do you get out of telling lies about what you think you saw?"

Touché.

He chuckled at your boldness, letting blood drip onto your floor.

“You, my lady. I win you as my lady wife.”

"Excuse me?"

He took a step forward, his tone more serious than ever. “I want you to be my lady wife.”

"Why? For you to cheat on me with the first pretty maid you see? Every court knows your reputation, my prince.” Your tone was incredulous, really incredulous. "Besides, how do you think you'll accomplish that if you smear me to the queen?"

“I didn't mean to slander you, just to keep you from being executed for murder by marrying me.” He simply said it and you couldn't think he was more stupid.

“Do you think the queen would agree to marry her firstborn to a murderess?” Your question wasn't sincere, because the answer was obvious. “Your story is inconsistent. Perhaps the Queen will believe you, as all mothers do with their children. But the hand? The court? My lord father? Do you think they would believe your accusation if you asked for my hand in return later?”

His hesitation was noticed by you as you watched him swallow and breathe heavily. He was caught. Totally caught and destroyed. It was his only plan, his only opportunity to have you.

He hated it.

“You will be my lady wife.” Aegon insisted, making you let go of the dagger and walk towards him slowly, whispering into seductively pink lips.

"I doubt it."

[lunosou]

Aren't I mean~? (Ensemble Stars!!)

Summary: No matter how hard you try to be mean, you just can't. But what would the Enstars characters think of your behaviour? Will they find it amusing? Will they help you and give you tips? What's their reaction to you miserably failing at being mean?

A/N: Hello! My friend told me about this idea she got. She was inspired by Luca Kaneshiro's stream where he'd basically call a few friends and tried to be mean to them and kind of failing at doing so.

This can be read as platonic or romantic!

Reader is gender neutral!

I didn't want to write for all the characters 😅 So since my friend decided to give me this idea, I'll write this for her favorite characters (+ Nagisa because he's my favorite character and I refuse to not include him)

Characters: Nagisa Ran, Ritsu Sakuma, Mika Kagehira, Sengoku Shinobu, Jun Sazanami

Warnings: Swearing/Cursing

Sorry if Jun's was short idk what to say for him lol

Just to clarify! You are not Anzu/the producer! Just pretend you're part of another unit. What unit, you may ask? Just make up any unit you want lol

Well, well. You headed towards Nagisa. What were you doing to do? Well, you're going to try to be mean of course! Your unitmate (or friend if you don't have a unitmate like Madara for MaM) decided to tell you that you're not scary and that you can't be mean to someone to save your life! You don't think so. You need to prove them wrong! So what do you do? Well as bad as you may feel, the first person that comes to mind is Nagisa. So you're going to do the "mean" on him.

(Don't commit the mean people)

Oh! You spotted Nagisa reading! Better go over to him.

"Nagisa!" You yelled to capture his attention. He looked up from his book. "Y/n? Hello. Is there something you needed?" He asked you. "Uh... let's see..." you began searching your mind for any insults you can come up with. Alas, you finally found something to say!

"You—uh—you! You're—You're a gerbil!" You yelled. You had said something without even processing what you had just said. Nagisa tilts his head to the side a bit and asks, "A gerbil?"

Nagisa gives you a confused look. Oh no. Did you mess up? Was it too mean? Well, not by the chuckle that he gives you, I don't think! "What do you mean by that Y/n?" He asks you. Your brain starts short-circuiting.

"Uh—well... you're adorable?—wait no. Uh, forget that!" There was no recovering from that embarassing experience. Nagisa chuckles once more. "Thank you, Y/n." Nagisa pats you on the head.

"No! Wait! I have something else to say!" You exclaimed. Nagisa watched as you tried to think of any more "mean" things you could've said to him. "I won't trust you with my pet rock!" You exclaimed.

...

"What?" Nagisa chuckles. "You have a pet rock? Can I see it?" He asked. Uh... do you have a pet rock? Welp better go find one because Nagisa wants to see!

You can hear your unitmate/friend laugh at you from a distance. You groaned in frustration. "Sorry Nagisa. Uh—I'll see you later!" You exclaimed, running away from whatever that was. Leaving behind a confused and amused Nagisa.

"Ah yes, you were sooooo mean." Your friend/unitmate taunted you. "Shut up." You pouted. Unbeknownst to you, Nagisa wasn't reading anymore and was chuckling at your miserable attempt to be mean. He thought it was cute.

Ritsu was sleeping on some grass. You figured that this was a good time to see his reaction if you were mean to him. Of course, you won't go too far... you hope.

You snuck up on him and started to nudge him awake. "Hnn... Y/n?" Ritsu yawned. "I have something to say to you!" You announced to him. "Yes...?" Ritsu questioned.

"I—Uh—I hate you! I won't talk to you again!" You exclaimed to his face. He stared at you sleepily. "Oh no... what did I do?" Ritsu feigned being hurt. "I must be a really awful person to be around, huh?" Ritsu pretended to cry.

"W-Wait! No! Wait! I didn't mean it! I'm sorry!" You exlaimed. He quirked a brow. "Wha—uh... I mean go ahead and cry! I don't care! Hmph!" You said. "I guess I really did make you hate me..." Ritsu pretended to cry once more.

At this point you two were just going at it. You trying to be mean while Ritsu was very unimpressed with your shenanigans, but decided to play along anyway.

"Ah... FORGET THIS! I'm so confused..." You sighed. Ritsu laughs at you. "I guess you can't even be mean to save your life." He flicked your forhead.

"No no! I can be mean! It's just... uh.. I just don't want to be mean to you!" You tried to come up with an excuse. "Listen, Y/n. You might need someone to help you with your little stunt... maybe I can teach you a few things." Ritsu yawned.

You were about to say "Really?" when you looked at him and saw him fast asleep. You decided to back out for now and find a new way to bother Ritsu.

One day... one of these days you'll get him back for always teasing you! Mark your words! You'll just need to find some reinforcement!

Mika, Mika, Mika...

Poor boy. You didn't have a choice. He was right there. And unknowing of what you're planning. He walked up to you.

"Y/n!" He waved at you. You looked at him and internally went "Oh no". You didn't want to be mean to poor Mika. But you didn't have a choice. You inhaled deeply and decided. Okay, you'll try it.

"Mika... I've thought about this for a while..." You started. Mika looks confused. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked.

"Mika, you're a loser." You said. "What? Y/n?" Mika said, "Yer not normally like this... are ya okay?" Mika asked you. You feel really bad! But you have to keep the facade up just for a bit longer.

"Did ya jus' call me a loser? That's kind of mean Y/n..." Mika looks down. You feel really bad now! "Ngahh..." Oh no. Not the sad Mika noises.

"Yeah! I-I don't care!" You huffed. "Yer usually so nice.. what happened to you?" Mika asks, "Did ya get possessed by a spirit or somethin'?!" Mika concludes. "N-no? What do you mean I'm always like this!" You said.

"I won' let the spirit possess ya Y/n!" Mika exclaimed. Oh god what direction has this conversation gotten to. Is Mika going to attempt to exorcise you?! What's going on?!

"Mika! No! I'm not possessed!" You exclaimed. He doesn't look like he believed you. Are you doing any better than that time where Ritsu pretended to be dead and Mika attempted to bury him?

"Ngahh... I don' understand what's going on... did I do somethin' wrong to make ya mad?" He asked you. "No... it's alright Mika, forget what just happened! Everything's alright!" You comforted him.

Now he's REALLY confused. You're suddenly back to normal? What's going on? Why were you being mean to him?

Lesson learned. You don't wanna be mean to him. Unless you want to get unprofessionally exorcised by Mika Kagehira.

Boi's still confused on wtf just happened

OH NO. DO NOT BE MEAN TO POOR NINJA BOI. HE'LL ACTUALLY TAKE YOU SERIOUSLY EVEN THO EVERYONE AROUND HIM KNOWS THAT YOU SUCK AT TRYING TO BE MEAN.

"Shinobu." You tugged his sleeve. He looks at you joyfully. "Y/n-dono!" He exclaimed. You feel bad for what you're about to do. "Ah! Y/n! Did you need help with something!" Chiaki exclaimed. The rest of Ryuseitai's here so it wouldn't be too much trouble, right?

"Uh, you're... uh... short and uh... dumb!" You exclaimed. You didn't wtf you just said but you're going with it anyways, trying to look mean while you're at it.

"Y-You think so?" Shinobu began sniffling. Kanata is going to kill you, well he would if he didn't know that you were trying to actually upset Shinobu. Kanata can laugh at your attempt tho. Midori on the other hand, just looked at you with the most dead inside look ever. He's probably thinking, "Shinobu really fell for that, huh?"

"Y-Yeah! Ninjas are—uh—like cheese! They crumble easily?" You can hear Midori face-palming in the background. Shinobu has tears in his eyes now. Crap.

"Uh... Shinobu?" You nudged him. "That was the worst attempt at trying to be mean." Midori exhaled. "FU HA HA HA HA! If you wanted to be a villain you could've said so! That was a really good attempt! Shinobu found it quite convincing!" Oh god.

"Oh... I thought you were being serious de gozaru." Shinobu looks at you, wiping his tears. "You did really good Y/n-dono! I honestly believed you de gozaru!" Shinobu says, clapping.

They thought you weren't being serious. Were you really that obviously bad? "We can give you a few tips! I can give you some examples of villains I've seen on tokusatsus!" Chiaki exclaimed, patting you on the back.

"If you're trying to be a villain, then you'll be a perfect counterpart for Ryuseitai!" Tetora exclaimed. "I'll help you become a better villain de gozaru!" Shinobu seems to really support you. This isn't how this was supposed to go.

Congratulations! Now Ryuseitai is hyping you up for your next victim! What has this become? Ryuseitai's own tokusatsu where you're the villain?!?!

You kinda don't wanna do this. Not going to lie.

But hey, here we are anyways.

You tried of thinking of some insults before you approach him.

"Hey... uh... bitch!" You exclaimed, almost laughing at yourself for saying that.

...

"What?" He quirked a brow at you. "Did you just call me a bitch?" He slightly laughed. Uh... okay. "What the hell is going on." He asked.

"Uh... you're not pleasant to be around?" You said. Yeah i think you lost Jun. He started laughing. "You call be a bitch and now this?" He started laughing.

"I'm really mean! Say I'm mean!" You gave up at this point 💀💀

"Yeah... uh... thanks but no. I have other stuff to do. Thanks for the, uh, whatever that was." He waved at you and walked off.

"He didn't even care lmao" is what you heard your unitmate/friend say in the distance. You sighed, you should be more prepared next time... a script maybe?

Later that day you got a text from Jun that just said "bitch"

©lunosou

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