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canirove · 2 months

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Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 3

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Adele had been on her daily run for less than twenty minutes, when she noticed that a car was following her.

"Shit, fuck" she said under her breath, looking for a place where she could hide or ask for help. But she was in a residential area, so she sped up until she made it to the closest open business she could find: a flower shop.

"Hi, good morning" she said, trying to catch her breath. "Could you please do me a favour?"

"Of course" the woman from the shop smiled.

"Could you check if there is a grey car waiting outside? I think they've been following me."

"Oh dear" the woman said. "Wait here. I'll go outside as if you've asked for some of the flowers I have there."

"Thank you" Adele replied.

"You were right, there is a grey car outside" the woman said when she walked back into the shop. "I saw a man leaving the passenger seat, nod towards here, and then talk to the driver."

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit."

"It's ok, I won't leave you alone" the woman smiled again. "Come to the back of the store with me. I'll make you a cup of tea while we wait for the police."

"Thank you very much, ma'am" Adele said while trying to contain her tears.

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"And?"

"They are gone" Luca said, sitting next to his sister. "I'm pretty sure the police scared the hell out of them."

"Good" Adele said. "They deserve it for doing the same to me."

Paparazzis. The men who had been following her, were paparazzis.

Turns out that the girls at the restaurant where she and Mason had had dinner, the ones she swore had said their names, recognized them the moment they walked in and had spent the whole night taking photos of them and posting them on social media, the press writing articles about it not long after. And if you only saw the photos, they did look like a couple on a date. The smiles, the way they were looking at each other, Adele touching Mason's hand...

"Is there anything else I could do for you?" the woman from the flower shop offered.

"Oh, no, don't worry. We are leaving" Adele said. "But thank you very much for your help, the tea, the company... You are an angel."

"Just doing what anyone would do" she smiled.

"I'm not so sure of that" Luca said. "But thank you for taking care of my sister."

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"I can't fucking believe it!"

"Mase..."

"No! They followed you! They harassed you! They crossed so many lines!"

When Luca and Adele had made it home, Mason was already there, pacing around the living room. And when he saw her, he had ran towards her and hugged her in a way he had never before, completely catching her by surprise.

"But now it is over" she said. "They know that if they do it again, we will call the police and they will be in trouble."

"Yes, them. But what about the other photographers? What if they do the same? This is not ok, Addie. It is not."

"What should we do, then?" Luca asked.

"Ignoring it like everyone has suggested us hasn't worked, so it's time we take matters into our own hands."

"Mase, what are you going to do?" Adele asked him while watching him furiously type on his phone.

"End this" he grunted.

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"I know it is early for Christmas or my birthday, but I already know what I want as a gift: for the press to stop harassing my friends. Do you think that will do anything?" Jourdan asked Adele over the phone.

"I don't know" she sighed.

That had been the message Mason had posted on his Instagram stories and twitter account, and so far, people were going nuts about it. Them, and his agency. They hadn't liked that he had done something like that without consulting them first, but he didn't seem to care.

"When are you coming back home?"

"In a couple of days when Mason is done with his job. His agency booked us the tickets."

"Is that wise, tho? Traveling together after everything that has happened?"

"I don't know" Adele said again. "I honestly don't know what to do anymore, what is a good choice or a bad one. But if there are paps at the airport, at least I know I'll have him by my side."

"Addie..." Jourdan chuckled.

"What?"

"That sounded as if... As if you are starting to feel something for him."

"What? No! We are just friends!"

"Yeah, yeah. But maybe this thing about people believing that you are together is starting to like... rub off?"

"Jourdan, no. We are just friends."

"Ok, ok. Just friends" she repeated. Though she didn't sound too convinced.

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"I wish the flight had been longer" Adele yawned, resting her head on Mason's shoulder while they waited for their luggage.

"You shouldn't have slept that much. Jet lag is gonna kick your ass" he laughed.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

"Just try not to fall asleep here, ok?"

"I don't think I would be able to even if I wanted to. What is going on?" she said, turning around to see what was causing all that noise.

"Fuck" Mason whispered. The paparazzis. They had found them and were inside the airport, security trying to keep them away.

"What are we going to do?"

"Mr. Mount? Miss Turlington?" a security guard said next to them. "Please follow me, I'll get you out of here."

"But our luggage..." Adele said.

"Don't worry about that now, Miss Turlington. Please follow me."

"C'mon" Mason said, grabbing her hand and starting to walk.

"Please let us through. Please" the man said while trying to push the photographers away. They had followed them after seeing Mason and Adele leave, and there were so many of them.

"Mase..."

"It's ok, we are almost there. I've got you" he said, giving her hand an encouraging squeeze. He was walking in front of her, protecting her from everything and everyone. If he hadn't been there, Adele was sure she would have not survived it.

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"Addie, are you sure you are ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. For once I'm not complaining about being jet lagged." Because it meant spending most part of her day sleeping and not having to leave her house and face the paparazzis waiting outside. "How is Milan?"

"Beautiful as always" her mother Elizabeth said over the phone. "But I was thinking... Why don't you come to Paris with me? We could have some time together like we used to."

"I don't know, mum..."

"C'mon, Addie. You used to love spending time with me during fashion month! And it will help you distract yourself a bit."

"I'll think about it" she said.

Adele had always loved being backstage with her mum during fashion shows, getting to see how everything worked. And more than once, she had been asked to walk. But unlike Elizabeth, she hadn't been born to wear heels.

"Ok. But think about that hot chocolate from Cafe Angelina..."

"That's cheating, mum" Adele chuckled.

"But if it convinces you to come with me, then it will be worth it."

"Let me call Mase first and ask him what he is doing. If we both are in Paris at the same time..."

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"I'm skipping Paris, I have a shoot in Italy for the perfume I told you about. So go have some fun with your mum, don't worry about me."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure" Mason smiled over facetime. Though it wasn't his usual smile, the one that made his dimple pop.

"Mase, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I am. Why?"

"I don't know. You look a bit... Off."

"That's this phone's camera. I think I need to get a new one."

"Ok..." Adele said. But for some reason, she didn't believe him.

"You have to promise me something, tho."

"Something like what?"

"One, that you will eat some chocolate macarons for me."

"I will" she chuckled.

"And two, that you will enjoy Paris. Wear something fun, take as many photos as you can, attend some parties with your mum... Don't let them ruin it for you, Addie. Do you promise?"

"Promise" she smiled.

"Great. Now I better go, my agent is coming."

"Wait, have they... Have they found out yet who tipped the paps at the airport?"

"I gotta go, Addie. Bye" Mason said before hanging up, leaving her thinking that something was definitely going on with him.

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doudouneverte · 1 year

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My Proud Girlfriend

a/n: honestly I didn't know how to write this but I tried...My request are open by the way so feel free to request anything

*not my GIF*

Pairing: Florence Pugh x woso!reader; AWFC x CANWNT!Reader

Summary: I don't know how to resume that. Maybe just Flo is a proud of her gf

Type: Fluff

Warning: nothing

word count: 4380 (sorry)

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'WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING HERE?' was the first thing you saw when you opened Twitter two days after your victory against Chelsea for the Conti Cup. A fan tweeted two screenshots from an Instagram story. The first story was a post reposted from the official AWFC's account; it was a picture of you and Sabrina D'angelo with the trophy with a little quote: "Proud of my girls, #COYG❤️🤍" The second was also post reposted but this time it was from the official Canada Soccer team's account, a picture of you, Sabrina, Jessie Fleming, and Kadeisha Buchanan; this time the quote was simple: 🇨🇦💘.

Okay, but where is the problem? The account that posted those screenshots was a Florence Pugh fan account; those screenshots were from Florence Pugh's Instagram. Okay, I think we need to go back in time to see what happened.

There are a lot of things you love in the world, and winning a match against Chelsea is clearly one of them. You joined Arsenal in 2020 with Lotte; the defender convinced you to come with her, and even if you had some plans to play for Portland Thorns, you wanted to play with your captain in national selection, Christine Sinclair.

After the final whistle, you quickly run to Sabrina, the other Canadian on the team and one of your best friends. You did it; you beat your rivals after a frustrating draw in the first London derby of the season and a knockout in the FA Cup. You didn't have the time to pull away from the goalkeeper before the rest of the team crashed into you two; obviously, they wanted to congratulate the player of the match and the author of two subliminal assists.

"You're heavy!" Sab said it under all the gooners, and you laughed.

"Okay girls, let our fantastic keeper breathe a little," Kim said, and everyone left your body and let you stand up before they all hugged you one by one.

"We did it!" you said after you turned to the other Canadian, and before she could reply, some Chelsea player came to congratulate you. To their surprise, you gave Magda and Pernille a solid hug, and the Swedish chuckled lightly.

"What was that for?" Magda said, and you pulled away.

"It's just that I realize that I didn't properly thank you for keeping an eye on Jessie." You replied, and they 'aww' at your confession.

"Oh, don't worry, it's nothing," Pernille said, and they released you. With Sab, you made your way to the two blues' Canadians. Jessie noticed your cocky smile, and she already cursed herself.

"No, don't start it now, Y/n." Jessie said, and you raised your arms while Kadeisha and Sabrina laughed beside you. Jessie and you are known to always act like sisters, so of course when one of your teams wins against the other's, it's always chaotic.

"I don't want to upset you or anything, but Janine was certain Arsenal would win today." You said it, and you heard the defender gasp, which made you laugh more.

After a lot of teasing and a quick interview, your two captains lifted the trophy with a loud cheer from the supporters. Today was definitely a day you would remember.

This night, you were celebrating with the girls. Well, you were kindly bullying Kathrine and Gio when your phone vibrated on the table far from you, but fortunately for you, Lotte was near it. The defender quickly grabbed it when she noticed the name on the screen. She crossed the room to join you with the young girls and handled your device, mouthing, "It's her". She didn't have to explain more before you grabbed your phone and left the room for somewhere less noisy.

"Hey," you said after you accepted the facetime.

"Hey baby!" Florence greeted you back. "How is my pretty footballer?" she asked, and you blushed.

"Pretty good, and how is my beautiful actress?" you asked, and she grins.

"Pretty good too, but I miss you," she replied, and you felt a little sad at her confession.

"Me too, sweatheart," you said, and you took a moment to admire her before she spoke again.

"You said you had a big game today; tell me how it was." your girlfriend said. You immediately started to tell her everything about the day and your match. You told her about how you teased Jessie, and even if she didn't fully understand all you said, the actress couldn't help but feel butterflies when you told her how you gave the two assists and that they elected you player of the match. And when you asked her about her day, she came back to reality. "Oh, I didn't really do anything. It was a day off, so I just stayed home with Billie; she missed you too, by the way. I talked with my mom, and she said that she would see you soon." She explained, and you nodded.

You were about to reply when Lotte and Sabrina came. "Y/n, it's time to go back home," the keeper said, and before you could reply, the two girls approached you and pushed their heads in front of the phone.

"Hey Flo, how are you?" Lotte asked loudly, and you rolled your eyes at her while your girlfriend chuckled.

"Very good, and you?" but when the defender wanted to reply, she was cut by your other teammate.

"Do you know she misses you a lot?" Sabrina said, and even after you gently punched her arms, she didn't stop there. "The last week she cried because it's been too long since the last time you saw each other," she told her, and you cringed.

"Don't listen to her, babe; she doesn't know what she says."

"Oh, of course I know, the walls are not thick; I can even hear when you-" before she could finish her sentence, you hung out, and the British laughed while you gave a glare to the Canadian.

When you were back in your shared apartment with your favorite goalkeeper, you texted your girlfriend.

You: just back at home

Flo💖: how was the party?

You: very very good, Katie taught me a lot of new tricks

Flo💖: I hope she didn't make you drink too much

You: don't worry, Kim was here to stop her when she needed

Flo💖: I'm relieved to know that

Flo💖: I'll thank her here when I see her.

You: For what?

Flo💖: for taking care of you

You: I'm not a baby anymore 😑

Flo💖: yeah I know, but it's always less stressful to know that there is someone to take care of you even when I'm not with you

You: you start to act like I'm a child or something like that

Flo💖: sorry it's just that I don't like to be so far from you

You: you're very clingy sometime

Flo💖: youre the one who say that? 🤨

You: shut up

Flo💖: Love you ❤️

You: Me too ❤️

You: I'll sleep good night

Flo💖: Good night

Flo💖: i'll try to come to see you play soon

You: you don't have to

Flo💖: you're my girlfriend and I really miss you so trust me I will

You: thank you 💞

After that night, you were the principal subject of a lot of conversation. They all wanted to know why you exiled yourself during the party, but thankfully, Kim, your second mom, as Sab loves to say, sensed that you were uncomfortable and helped you every time.

On the pitch, you were in heaven: three victories in the league just before two matches away against Bayern. Really great opponent on paper, and after a loss at the Allianz Arena for the first leg, you were more inspired for the second leg, and Stina was thankfully for that because she was the target of one of the best passes you ever made, and she scored. After Frida's goal a little earlier, you were leading 2-0, and you almost scored a third for Arsenal, but Grohs' reflexes surprised you.

A few days after this game, Jonas announced that you'll have a media day, but a little special this time. He didn't say more, so when the day came, you were a little stressed; they wanted all the squad, even the injured one. You were sitting like for the team picture for the preseason; you were between Gio and Sab, and you couldn't help but annoy a little the Brazilian, even if she didn't mind; she was used to it now until you started to tickle her.

"So, we will have a fan who will come to interview you about the season; the questions were asked by the fan on Twitter and Instagram; if you want to reply, you can just raise your hand and she will let you talk." A member of the staff said and you all agreed. When you were waiting, you started to tease Gio again and Khaterin, who had joined her a few seconds earlier, until the keeper nudged you to gain your attention, but you didn't have time to ask why she did that because you heard a familiar voice.

"Hello, I'm Florence Pugh, and I'm a big fan of yours." She introduced herself, and you rubbed your eyes to be sure you weren't daydreaming about her. "So I'm here to ask you some fan's questions. I think they explained everything to you, so when you're ready, we can start." she said, and her gaze never left you.

She started with some usual questions, and you didn't make an effort to reply; you were just there admiring the woman who stole your heart a few years ago. "So a new accurate question. Is that true that Y/n and Jessie Flemming are a thing?" she asked, and you came back to reality when you heard her tone. Of course, because you and Jessie are always so close, some fans misinterpret it, and a lot of theories emerge everywhere.

When you felt all your teammates' gazes, you knew you had to reply, and even if you knew that Florence was not jealous because she had already met Jessie, you couldn't help but feel stressed. "What? No clearly not. Jessie is like the sister I never had, so yeah, we're best friends but nothing else." Your reply was clear, almost like you were trying to convince your girlfriend

After that, there were a bunch of other questions, until another one was especially for you: "Does Y/n have a boyfriend or a girlfriend?" Again, every gaze was on you, and you blushed lightly.

"Yes, I have a girlfriend, and she's the best in the world. She is busy because of work, and we don't actually live on the same continent, but she's always there for me. She calls me every night and texts me every morning; she loves to hear me talk about football, even if sometimes I know she doesn't fully understand. She's always beautiful, and she's an amazing woman; I really love her." You replied shyly, but you didn't look away from Florence, and she knew you meant it.

"Aww, it's too cute." Lia cooed, and you blushed harder.

"Our little baby grows up so fast; she already has a girlfriend." Leah said while wiping a false tear, and you rolled your eyes at her antics.

"I'm not a baby anymore. I'm nearly 24." You protested.

"Yes, but you are still our little baby." Katie added, and you didn't know how, but she managed to move without being detected and pinch your cheek.

In front of the group, Florence was laughing at the interaction. Of course, she already saw you flustered every time Christine pampered you too much, but this time it was more hilarious.

"I think we need to meet her. She needs to gain our approval if she wants to steal our little rising star." Katie said, and you smirked. It was funny because she was actually in the same room.

"Yeah, why not? I'll text her," you said casually before you exchanged a look with Sab and Lotte.

"It's funny that you said that because the next question is, who's THE baby of the team?" Your girlfriend asked, and you were ready for a wave of accusations.

"It's definitely Y/n." They all said it together, and you gasped. Of course, you were ready for that answer for some people, but even Gio, Katherine, and Victoria? That was a betrayal.

"What? Since when?" You asked dramatically, and they all laughed.

"Come on, you've been the baby of this team since the first time you stepped here." Lotte said.

"Wait, we have the same age, so if I'm a baby, you're too." You countered. "And now we have Gio and Katherine. And even Laura is younger than me." You added desperately.

"Yeah, but you have two team moms." Sab said, and you gripped your chest like you had a heart attack.

"Wow, even you?" Florence was watching, and she was literally trying not to laugh at your poor defense. "For your information, I have only one mom here, and it's Kimmie. Then I literally take these two—"you pointed to the Brazilian and the Danish beside you "—under my wings. So I think I should upgrade from baby to big sister." You said totally serious.

Leah and Lia seemed to think about it before they agreed, "Yeah, why not, if you insist?" The blonde said

"But don't worry, that doesn't mean we love you less; you're still our little baby," Beth said, making everyone laugh, and you groaned.

After a few minutes, the interview was over, and everyone started to leave except you and the Canadian keeper.

"So, you have a girlfriend, uh?" Florence asked you, and you nodded, "Too bad I wanted to ask you out, like on a date, just you and me tonight." She said dramatically.

"I'm sorry, but my girlfriend is very protective." You replied.

"If I remember correctly, you said she was beautiful." She took a step toward you.

"Yeah, I said that."

"And what else?"

"She's... pretty, like it's very unbelievable. She has a cute raspy voice. She can be clingy, but only when she misses me. And she's a great actress." You were only a few inches apart from each other until Sab cleared her throat.

Just outside of the media room, Katherine and Gio were spying on you. Laura stayed close to them to be sure they didn't do anything stupid. "Wow, I didn't know Y/n could be so flirty." Gio whispered, and Katherine nodded.

"She's so different from how she's with us." The Danish added

"What are you talking about?" Laura asked, and the young players almost screamed in fear at the sudden voice.

"Wow, you scared us," Katherine said, and the Austrian apologized.

"So what were you talking about?" She repeated.

"Y/n seem very flirty with the interviewer." Gio whispered, and Laura looked at you.

"But didn't she say she had a girlfriend?" She asked.

"Yeah, she had, but this woman is just an actress." Lotte replied, and the three almost screamed because she came out of nowhere.

"What are you doing here?" Laura asked.

"I couldn't find you anywhere, and I started to worry you could do anything stupid." She admitted, "And for Florence, she's an actress; she played in Marvel movies, and you know how much Y/n loves those movies."

"So do you think she's just being a fangirl?" The Brazilian asked.

"It wouldn't be too weird from her." The Austrian replied.

"And what would not be too weird?" You asked, and now the four girls screamed. "Wow. Okay, what's happening here?"

"You scared us." The Danish said that, and you examined them.

"What are you doing here? I thought the training would start in a few minutes." You said, and your best friend looked at her phone.

"You're right, we need to go now." Sab said, and you rushed to the practice pitch, followed by the girls.

Later that day, you spent the afternoon and night with Florence; she had to fly back the next day, so you decided to spend your free time together. You were cuddling on your bed, and everything seemed perfect. Florence was running her hand through your hair, humming a little tune from a random song.

"I'm sorry that we didn’t have a proper date." You said out of nowhere.

"Don't worry, I know you were tired with your training," she replied. "And to be honest, I think it was a great day." She sat up, and you mimicked her. "I mean, it’s been a long time since we've seen each other, and I’m glad that we spent it here, just together. Don’t get it wrong; I love the girls, and your teammate seems really important to you, but I just need you right now."

Honestly, you didn't know you could fall deeper for someone, but you were glad that it was her.

"Yes, but I think maybe I can introduce you properly to them tomorrow."

"I would love that, but I have to decline."

"Why?" You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Because I have to take a flight back to New York because I have a few interviews for the next few weeks that start in two days." She explained, and you pouted.

"That means you'll not be able to see our next match."

"I'm sorry, babe, but I promise when my last interview finishes, I'll jump on the plane to come back. You know we can't stay far away from each other for too long."

"I know, but I just wanted to spend more time with you."

"I know and I'm sorry, but I'll make up for that, I promise." After that and a few kisses and "I love you' exchanges, you both fell asleep. Unfortunately, when you woke up the next morning, she had already left.

Two days later, she had an interview, and the journalist surprised her in a good way. "So, Florence, you just came back from a little trip in England. How was it?"

"Oh, it was really cool. I saw my family again; it's been a while, and I could see my girlfriend," she replied.

"Oh, it's surprising," they chuckled. "Tell me if I'm wrong, but does your girlfriend play soccer in England?" They asked, and Florence's eyes were wide open.

"Yes, but how do you know that?" She was obviously surprised. Of course you didn't really hide your relationship; it's just that nobody really asked you both about it. Her family adored you, and she had already met your national team, who were the closest thing you can call a family.

"Some of our coworkers found a tweet that showed some stories you made after the victory of Arsenal against Chelsea, and you maybe don't know, but after that, everyone started a treasure hunt to know why you posted this. And after a little research, we found this," they told her, showing her a tablet with a publication from your Instagram account. It was a picture you took before you left for London; there was you and Lotte on this, and we could see an arm around your waist, but we couldn't see who belonged. But when we touched the screen to see the person tagged, Florence was tagged on the arm. Your girlfriend laughed at this.

"Wow, I totally forgot this picture. To be honest, we didn't really hide our relationship; it's just that we didn't talk about it because we were both focused on our careers, but yeah, she's my girlfriend, and I love her a lot, even if she loves Billie more than me," she joked.

"I don't really watch soccer, but I saw some edits about her on Tik Tok, and she seems pretty good at this," they said, and your girl friend smiled.

"She's the best; yeah, I think now she's the best." After this little intervention, the interview continued; they talked about her new movie and what she planned for the future.

A few weeks later, it was the second leg of the Champions League semi-finals. After a draw in the first leg against Wolfsburg in Germany, you needed to win this game. You were in the changing rooms when you received a text from Florence.

Flo💖: good luck for your match, and I have a surprise for you.

She sent you a photo of her wearing an Arsenal jersey.

You: Wow, babe, you are stunning 😍

You: And thank you; I think I needed that.

Flo💖: always ❤️

The Emirate Stadium was sold out, all the conditions were reunited for a great game. A little girl with a little Arsenal jersey was sitting beside her mom; she was distracted when someone sat beside her. The little girl's eyes were wide open when she realized who they were; she hit her mom's tights frenetically, and when the older woman looked at what happened, she was also shocked. Florence noticed the little girl's shirt, and she smiled. "We have the same shirt," she said, and the kid noticed on the back of her jersey, 'Y/l/n 24'.

"She's my favorite player," the girl said.

"Me too." Florence said she was exited. "I'm sure she'll score today," she announced.

"Of course she will." The conversation was cut short when the players entered the field.

The match was hard; of course you didn't plan to win the first half, but now it was the last minute of the second half of extra time. 2-2 was the score in the first leg, and it was the score now. There were a lot of fails, and it was obviously because you were all tired; you lost Laura a few minutes earlier, and the universe seems to believe in the victory the Germans had until this moment. After a great tackle, you passed the ball to Lotte, who found Frida with a great cross. The Norwegian pushed the ball until she found herself just in front of the penalty area; she didn't think twice and quickly shot. Unfortunately or fortunately, Frohms extended herself and pushed the ball out of the area again, but while she was still on the ground, you came out of nowhere. Your body reacted before you, and you did a perfect volley in the opposite upper corner.

Everything seemed unreal until you found your teammates' bodies crashing into yours. In the stadium, everyone was euphoric, and Florence was almost crying. When you came back from your trans, the ref whistled, and the match started again. You almost conceded another goal, but Lotte was quick to kick out the ball, and after that, the delivery, the final whistle. The joy erupted from the stands; everyone wanted to hug you, but they restained themself until you reached Sab after a little run. You jumped into her arms like you did after every big win, and you started to cry. After that, you congratulated the opponents; they were really hard to beat. When the families started to make their way on the pitch, you were requested for an interview.

"Y/n congratulation for this victory and your gaol. How does it feel to beat one of your favorite teams after this crazy match?" she asked. Florence made her way onto the pitch with Sab and Lotte.

"Thank you; honestly, I don't know what to say." you said "It was so hard; I gave everything I have; that seems so unreal." you added.

"The next step will be harder; you'll face Barcelone; they won against Chelsea two years ago; do you think you can beat them?"

"Honestly, I don't know; we'll both try to win our second champion's league. I don't know how, but I know we will try everything to beat them, even if they have good results against English teams."

"Okay, thank you. You just scored the winning goal; do you have anyone you want to celebrate with?"

"Yeah, my girlfriend, but she's in New York, so..." You couldn't finish when you felt a hand on your waist. You turned around to find Florence next to you with a goofy smile. "What are you doing here?" you asked, and you hugged her. Someone gave her a mic, and the interview continued.

"Wow, Florence Pugh, it's a surprise to see you here, but now that you're here, what did you think about this match?" the journalist asked.

"To start, I think I need to congratulate all the girls; they gave everything. Honestly, I came because I promised to see her play, but I found myself more and more implied in the game; it was amazing, and this goal was perfect. I see her practice every summer in the garden of the house, but it's something to see her play." Florence replied, and you almost forgot you were in front of everyone while you intertwined your fingers with hers. "I know she was frustrated after the first game, and now she made me fall for her again," she added, and the interviewer didn't have the time to react before you kissed the hazel-eyed girl gently.

"What?" almost all your teammates yelled, and you looked at them. You smiled widely, and you placed your hand on Flo's waist.

"Guys, let me introduce you to my girlfriend. Flo, these are my teammates, but you already know them." you said.

"The actress?" Katherine asked, and you laughed.

"I knew it!" Viv said, and everyone looked at her a little surprised. "I noticed how you looked at her, and I don't want to talk about your tweet about how she's so perfect." she explained, and you blushed.

"Wait, when she came, she immediately congratulated Lotte and Sab." Lia remarked.

"They started to date before we came here." Lotte explained.

"And every time we played in the USA, she came to see Y/n." Sab added.

"That means you've had a girlfriend for at least three years, and you didn't say anything?" Leah said, and you rolled your eyes.

"You never asked." you countered. "Now I think we need to see someone," you said, and everyone agreed.

Later that day, you were in Beth and Viv's apartment, and the girls stole Flo to ask her some questions about your relationship. Everything was alright, and you prepared something special in case you won the final against Barcelone.

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#florence pugh #florence pugh x female reader #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh fluff #awfc #awfc x reader #lotte wubben moy x reader #leah williamson x reader #sabrina d'angelo x reader #celebrity x reader

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angelsunoo · 9 months

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Can we get riki x reader argument with happy ending pls we love angst guys 😍

HI ANONNNNNN im currently on a break (or we could say inactive lolol) rn, but i could push this in!!!! I love angst too btw MY BIAS YALLLLL

+ school just started again sooo ive been really busy

ARGUMENT / n.rk.

PAIRINGS bf!riki x reader

GENRE requested, angst, fluff YUHHH

ABOUT you had an argument with your boyfriend.

WARNING swearing, argument. Reader is a bit possessive. All of these are a work of fiction. Ignore the cringe ass usernames in Twitter 😰

It was 7:30 pm. You were up scrolling thru twitter, frowning at every post that bitch made. Why the hell is she acting like Riki is her boyfriend?

You had a scowl on your face. 'Why are u so cute'.

They went on an arcade together. You audibly scoff. He declined your offer to go out with him just to be with that?

Honestly. That's ridiculous. Maybe I should unfollow her. She doesn't deserve my follow.

While you were thinking about ways to murder her, you were unaware that someone just arrived home.

"Hey, Y/N. " you jolt, nearly throwing your phone in the air.

"What the fuck.. " you curse out, placing your hand on your heaving chest. "Don't you know how to knock?" Your eyes widen. You didn't expect to sound so harsh.

"Oh, sorry if I surprised you." He rubs the nape of his neck. Your frown deepens. That's all he has to say? Ugh.

"You went to the arcade with Lei?" You crossed your arms, still with frown displaying your face.

He doesn't answer for a while, he was pulling out the tickets he earned from playing. He got a cute plushie too.

"Uh . Yeah." He casually says, still not giving you eye contact.

"Riki, look at me."

He looks at you with a confused look. "Why do you sound mad? Did I do something wrong?"

"Yeah. You did." You roll your eyes. Wow, does he really not see what's going on?

"What did I do?" He approaches you. He places his hands on your arms. In attempt to soothe you.

You backed away, causing him to let go of you, while your arms remained crossed. "You chose her over me."

"What do you mean?" He asks, with confusion. "Are you jealous I went out with her?" He shoots you a playfull grin, that was quickly removed by your hard glare.

"I'm not joking, riki." You cross your arms. Can't he read the room. You were genuinely upset, and it made you more upset that he failed to notice it. He doesn't respond, and stashed his tickets in a drawer.

"Hello???" You call out, peeking over to what he's doing. "Stop ignoring me asshole."

"What? I'm the asshole?" He glared back at you. Your eyes widen.

"Oh! So you're the one who's mad now." Your tone was a bit higher and harsh. He turns to you, mimicking your actions from earlier, crossing his arms.

"Literally, give me a break Y/N." He says, "She's just a friend. Why do you worry so much?"

"Excuse me? I'm no way near 'worried'." You retort, making air quotation marks with your fingers. "I'm just upset you declined my offer to go out!"

"Oh, then fucking swallow your pride and accept the fact I said no to you! You can't stand it it when someone refuses you, can you? You're being all bitchy to me this late at night." He raises his voice, his tone now also becoming harsher. "She's just a friend. Please don't make me say it again.." He walks away angrily. Leaving you in shock. You didn't mean it that way.

You're just....

"Riki! Come back here!" You shout. He doesn't reply and slams the door behind him. You feel water start to form around your eyes. You never seen him this furious to you.

Now you worry how you're going to sleep at night without his warmth radiating beside you on your bed.

You could barely sleep at night. Why?

Well...

1. You couldn't sleep without him

2. You feel guilty for being a total bitch last night.

3. You are worried of where he might have gone. Did he go to his friend's place? Where did he sleep?

4. Your worried on how your going to talk to him the next day.

This is bad.

Maybe I should text him?

You open your phone, a bit hesitant to text him. You were really ashamed of what you did last night.

Maybe I should just talk to him in school.

You arrived in school, nervously tapping your foot on the smooth marble floor.

Your eyes searched for him.

"Oh riki..." you whisper, your tone being impatient.

After a few minutes of waiting, you finally spotted him, walking with his older friend, Jungwon.

You suddenly feel shy to approach him, the image of his angry face still stuck in your mind made you feel so guilty and ashamed.

You realized your mistake. You shouldn't have been too dramatic yesterday. Riki can hangout with anyone he likes.

But to admit, his words kind of hit you too.

You gave up the idea of talking to him. You feel to ashamed to face him.

Riki on the other hand, is dying to see you again. He misses your embrace and your kisses.

He felt really bad for what he said and he wanted to apologize. He saw you earlier, you looked somewhat nervous? He was going to approach you but you just suddenly left. He thought you didn't want to see his face.

"Yo Riki!" He turns to see who called him, it was jake.

"Oh hey hyung." He said. Jake raises his brow, a bit confused with riki's unusual attitude.

"Hey, what happened?" Jake asked, caressing riki's back slowly.

"I.. I had a fight with Y/N. I said really mean things to her and now I don't think she wants to talk to me," riki says so nonchalantly, but in actuality, he wanted to scream and cry right on the spot.

"Well, you should talk to her," jake says, and riki rolls his eyes.

"Are you serious? I literally told you she didn't wanna talk to me."

"Nuh-uh! You said 'I think'. So means you're not sure if she wants to talk to you or not."

"It's just that... It could've gone a different way. Maybe If i didn't scream at her then maybe she wouldn't be mad at me?" He says unsurely, not knowing what to do. He misses you so much and just wished he was hugging you right now.

It was lunchtime, you said to your friend that you can eat alone. You placed your food tray with a heavy heart.

Sigh.

"Gosh, this day can't get any worse." You mumble, feeling no apetite to eat your food.

While you were busy playing with your food, you didn't know that someone sat infront of you.

"Hey, y/n. " you removed your gaze from your food to look who just sat infront you.

"O-oh! Riki..what you doing here?" You say trying to act casual, but he was able to see right through you.

"Why? Can't I sit with my girlfriend?" He playfully smirks at you, once he saw your red and flustered face.

God, y/n. Why are blushing at that?

"You've been playing with your food," he points out, "why don't I feed you, hm?"

You knew by his tone that he was teasing, and decided to play along.

Finally, he's yours again— I mean-! He has always been.

The end

#enhypen x reader #enhypen angst #enhypen scenarios #enhypen #enhypen fluff #riki nishimura x reader #niki imagines #nishimura riki #i love angst too 😔

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seabysiren · 1 year

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I have an idea for "streamer au". How about the chat shipping the ghost with the reader? How do they always leave cute and funny comments whenever there is interaction between them? Or how the ghost is made silly in some situations by the reader? I would love to read this situation :) this is probably very badly written, and full of mistakes, sorry, my english sucks :/

your english is good! no mistakes or bad wording. <3

at first its subtle.

chat honestly thought ghost and you were very good friends. that was until he started to transition into quiting his day job to be a full time streamer. he asked several other streamers on how they keep a schedule, realistic goals, and how to keep the viewers entertained.

this meant branching out from just gaming.

ghost made his first appearance since he started the channel. you helped him black out the areas around his eyes and he donned the skull balaclava.

even though streaming would catch a lot of attention, ghost thought it would be better to keep a bit of privacy for himself. thus the mask.

you wore a plain black medical mask deciding it would be better to hide at least a part of your face for privacy.

the first thing chat picked up on was the difference in size.

they honestly thought ghost was bluffing when he told them he was 6'4.

he wasn't lying. the height difference shows when you hit him for leaning against you, arm on top of your head as the two of you chilled.

or when he wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you against him. out of the way of chaotic soap as he runs around the set like a child on crack.

it was interesting to see the way that the two of you interacted, especially because for so long you only had a voice/edits made.

chat constantly says they can see ghost blushing when you tease him on his size. you think its hilarious that ghost's jacked af yet doing an overglorified office job. he lowkey flexes everytime he sees you eying his muscles.

it gets even more hectic when soap joined. you and soap constantly clown on each other and chase each other around the house. chat either eggs it on or feels bad that ghost has two leash children he has to constanly look after.

two gremlins and a tired parent trio.

but when soap's talking to you, ghost will just silently stare. straight at you. practically without blinking.

he zones out a lot when he looks at you. thinking what you would look like or how you would react if he did the things soap does to get your attention.

someone pointed it out later with a small short. putting heart emojis and stars around ghost as the camera pans from him to you laughing at something soap said.

the channel has officially adopted your 'streamer' name despite being the editor. they call you hound. because you can be so playful and easygoing, yet in games and when editing you're absolutely ruthless in your worth ethics.

ghost calls you pup.

the first time he called you that chat flipped out. it was midday when you came in with food for ghost. because he hadn't eaten breakfast in order to stream.

you had briefly popped into the face cam as you said

'here's some food.'

'thanks pup.' ghost was too focused on defeating hollow knight that he let it slip. and chat went wild.

chat calls it out everytime ghost lets it slip. soap always ends up exploding with laughter as he mockingly calls you pup.

and ghost? he just crosses his arms around his chest and sulks. most likely pouting underneath the mask.

chat argues about the ship name.

ghosthound.

houndghost.

ghound.

houst.

ghost got a donation alert that asked him about his preference one day while he was streaming valorant. the audience could hear the way his chair creaked as he leaned back and thought for a moment.

"ghosthound."

he accepted no further answers or questions about it. but that day twitter made ghosthound trend. lots of pictures and posts claiming the ship is official as people absolutely fawn over this moody giant and his happy little editor.

feeding further into the shipping, ghost had mindlessly liked a really nice fanart of the two of you hugging.

and suddenly he's getting tagged in tiktok edits and fanart.

he secretly looks through all of them in his freetime. he would never admit it.

though you have seen him scroll through those tags a few times. you pretended not to notice.

overall chat loves ghosthound and wouldn't give up anything for it.

...

except maybe another otp.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #cod #cod x reader #streamer au

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cheolsfae · 7 months

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𑁍 Svt when they aren't your bias

Requested: no

Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint, idol au!

Warning(s): definitely not proof read.

A/N: Got a little carried away with a few of them. Pretty sure you can tell which ones lmaooo

reblogs are appreciated requests open! 🩷

S. Coups

He had just walked through the door when you had been sitting on the couch smiling like a goof at your phone. Seungcheol had thrown himself on the couch, laying his head in your lap, looking up at you. "Missed you" he said. He waited a few moments for you to say it back. You hadn't heard him, too focused on a compilation video. One more time, Seungcheol repeated himself. Maybe he spoke too quietly. Still, nothing. A little pout started to form on his cute little face. He turned his head to see what you had been so intensely focused on. Staring back at him had been a series of clips of Wonwoo playing. He was doing this that and the other. Immediately, he sat straight up. "Oh sorry, I didn't realize I was interrupting you and your boyfriend." He said, still pouting. You had finally put down your phone and looked at him with an apologetic smile. "He isn't my boyfriend". Seungcheol didn't say anything, he just continued to pout from the other side of the couch. "He must be with the way you're looking at him." You rolled your eyes, "He's just my bias, nothing else." The sentence had rolled off your tongue so easily. He hated it with every fiber of his being. His jaw had gone slack, "That's even worse!" He shouted, getting further away from you. He didn't want to be anywhere near you. You laughed and straddled him sitting, cupping his chubby cheeks in your hands. "But you're my everything!" you said before smothering him with kisses. He was cracking. You were being cute and sweet. He wasn't going to last much longer. He settled his fingers on your hips, "You're lucky your cute." He rolled his eyes, before letting a smile cross his face. The rest of the night was spent smothering him in affection to make him feel better.

Wonwoo

He was playing his video game on his desktop, half listening in on your phone call with one of your friends. You guys had been chatting about their latest comeback. Your friend was gushing about her bias before you started going in on how cute Mingyu had been in the music video. In fact, you were gushing about him a little too much. Was he not your bias? Shouldn't you be gushing about how cute he was and not Mingyu? As soon as you hung up the phone, he jumped to questioning you. "Mingyu, huh?" You were confused for a few seconds trying to figure out what he meant. You could not remember what you had said about Mingyu that made him ask this. And then it clicked. He'd heard you gushing. You smirked, opting to continue playing dumb. "What about him?" He hadn't even moved his eyes from his game to look at you. He was annoyed with you and you knew it. All the more reason to keep egging it on. "You sure did have a lot to say about him. He your bias or something?" You could hear the slight irritation in his voice. Ahh, the sweet sound of slight jealousy. He wasn't normally the type to get this way but you had set him off by going on too much about his friend. "Yeah, he is." He snapped his head in your direction, semi glaring at you. "I'm your boyfriend! Shouldn't I be your bias?" You laughed a little at how cute he was being. "Here's the difference. I like Mingyu as a friend and nothing more but I love you! Not Kim." He smirked triumphantly, "You'd better love me." he scooted his chair over to you and gave you a quick peck before turning his attention back to his game.

Mingyu

You'd been scrolling on twitter with him sitting next to you, looking over your shoulder. Looking at your timeline with you. Everything had been going just as normal until you liked a post about how hard it is to be Vernon biased, slightly chuckling to yourself about the cute picture the person had posted of said man. Almost immediately, Mingyu let go of you, putting distance between the two of you. You put down your phone looking at him with a slight pout missing the cozy little atmosphere you two had created. "What's wrong?" you asked, giving him puppy dog eyes. He scoffed, not really believing you didn't know what was wrong. "Really?" You nodded your head, completely confused. " 'It's hard being a Vernon bias.' " You nodded understanding what was happening and what had set him off. He was very annoyed with you. You'd hurt his pride! "Just because he's my bias, it doesn't mean anything, Gyu." You scooted closer to him and he moved away again. You pouted again. "Maybe not to you but to me it does!" You sighed, standing up and putting your hands on his shoulders giving him the most serious look you could conjure up. "I love you, not Vernon. Do you understand me? You! It will always be you!" He got puppy dog eyed, not making eye contact with you. You grabbed his face and made him look you in the eyes. "Got it?" He took your hands off his shoulders before kissing it, "I got it." You smiled placing a kiss on his cheek before cuddling into his arms. "He's not more handsome than me is he?" You rolled, your eyes before telling him he (Mingyu) was the most handsome man you'd ever seen. The rest of the night was spent stroking his ego.

Vernon

Initially, when Vernon found out you biased Joshua, he didn't mind. Mainly because he knew it didn't really mean anything. You guys had been friends for a while now, so to him, it was practically nothing. But today, you and Josh had been talking and laughing together. But he hadn't slept the night before, and you decided to tell Joshua that he'd been your bias at first. You guys cracked about it, and Vernon did not like it one bit. He didn't like that you had just told him that it wasn't your boyfriend you'd biased but his friend. He was so annoyed with you. Short answers were all you seemed to be getting out of him until he decided to say something about it on the way home. "I didn't like you cutting it up with Josh today." Point blank what he'd said. You looked at him completely taken aback. "Okay, can I ask why? Did we say something that made you upset?" He stayed silent for a few seconds, should he tell you why? Was it too silly of a reason? Too late now, he needed to say it with his whole chest. "Why did you need to tell him he was your bias? He didn't need to know that." You nodded, not really sure of what to say. It hadn't bothered him before, this was a little strange to you. You had never seen this side of Vernon before. "No, but we both thought it was funny because the cutest man alive ended up being my partner." You pinched his nose. He didn't say anything but he lightly smiled. "Now, let's get you home and in to bed!" After his nap, he was back to normal dory Vernon 💕

Joshua

For the past few minutes, Josh had heard you go on and on about Jeonghan. About how much of a cheeky person he was. It was starting to get on his nerves a little bit. But he hadn't said anything. He was just going to let you get it all out of your system. He knew Jeonghan was your bias but that didn't mean he liked it. Especially when you would do this. Just gush about him, you should be gushing about Jisoo not Jeonghan. You could see the frustration in his face so you immediately stopped yourself from going any further on the topic. He looked eyed you curiously, trying to figure out why you'd gone quiet all of a sudden. "Sorry, I'll stop." You said. "I know it bugs you. So I'll try to cut down on it." He furrowed his brows, you had figured it out so quickly. "But just because I talk like that about him, doesn't mean I don't care about you." He was dumbfounded. How had you guessed what he was thinking in 5 minutes of being in each other's company? You were really built for him he thought. "I know you care about me, I know you aren't leaving me for him. But could you gush about me like that?" You raised a brow. You always did! Maybe not to his face but you definitely did. You would go on hour long rants to anyone who would listen to you spilling all your feelings about your over filling love for him. "I do! Ask anyone! Hell, ask Jeonghan!" He didn't know what to say. "I do it so often, the group all rolls their eyes at me and tells me to shut up!" You laughed, because it was true! The gang would always tell you to shut up and take all that lovey-dovey shit elsewhere, that they didn't want to hear it. When Josh had heard this, heart eyes. Immediately. He pulled you into his side, cooing at you and kissing your forehead repeatedly. You really made him feel like the luckiest person in the world.

Jeonghan

Oh man, he was not going to let you live this down. Not until the day you died. He was going to milk it for all it was worth. Anytime Jihoon was around the two of you, he'd give you a little nudge as in to go and flirt with him. "No," you'd told him one time, playfully hitting him. "I chose you and I'm sticking with you." He scoffed in response. "Who said I was choosing you?" He said playfully in return. You gave him a pout. He wrapped you up in his arms kissing the top of your head. "Hey, have you seen Vernon? There's something I have to ask him." Woozi had said as he was walking past the two of you. Jeonghan let out a muffled laugh, "Well, speak of the devil." You elbowed him in the stomach lightly. "He's in the kitchen." Woozi nodded, completely confused by what he'd seen. He figured it was best to stay out of it. Couples issues was something he preferred to stay out of. Once he was out of sight, you snapped your head to you partner with the most stern look you could muster up at this moment. Jeonghan looked at you with the most innocent face. "Maybe I should tell him he's my bias instead of you!" You teased. He shrugged, "Maybe you should. Just don't be upset when he gets weirded out by you." You glared at him, "If he's going to be weirded out, it's going to be by your hand." He agreed with you. You were right about that, because a week later, he ended up telling Woozi he was your bias and the younger was in fact weirded out by it. Not because it was you but because Jeonghan was now teasing him about it. The little trouble maker...

Woozi

Now, he wasn't the jealous type. Slightly possessive but never really jealous. Until you pulled out Seok Min's photocard from their newest album. You couldn't help the smile that erupted on your face. "I got him finally!" You squealed, waving the card in Jihoon's face. He looked at you kind of confused, not really understanding why you were waving a photocard of D.K. "It took me so long but I got my bias!" He nodded, not really having a reaction. At least, not in that moment. He had been too sleep deprived to fully register what you said. It wasn't until he'd woken that it had been fully understood. It had been maybe two or three hours since then. Was it appropriate to say anything about it? Too late, he was already going over to you. Bed lines still very much present on his face, puffy eyes from still trying to wake up. You were in the kitchen cooking dinner for the both of you, until you heard his foot steps. You turned to face him with a smile on your face, "Morning, sleepy head." He stared at you with a blank expression, he didn't know what to say. He'd only gotten so far. "Seok Min?" That name was the first words out of his mouth. You were lost. What about D.K.? "Did you have a dream about him or something?" Turning your attention back to the stove, careful not to burn the food. He leaned on the counter next to you. "No," he'd rubbed his eyes, "Why is he your bias?" You chuckled. That had been hours ago! "I think he's funny and peppy. Nothing wrong with that." He nodded his head, not really knowing where to go from here. "Still love and adore you. My favorite boy." You pinched his cheek. He scrunched his nose before going and sitting at the kitchen table, mumbling something about how much he loved you.

Dokyeom

Devastated wasn't even the word for what he was feeling. The man was absolutely crushed. You had biased one of his closest friends. He could not believe you. He thought for sure you would bias him. But when he caught you texting your friend about biasing Seungkwan, he could not help but be hurt. Your personal ball of sunshine wasn't shining so brightly anymore. He was acting completely different with you, and you knew exactly why. It pained you to see him acting this way. He was moping around the house. He wasn't being his normal cuddle bug self with you. It felt like he hated you now. So when he had gotten home one day, he saw you under the sheets of your bed, softly crying to yourself. He rushed over to you, pulling you out from under the covers. "Why do you not like me anymore?" Was the first thing to come out of your mouth. He was taken aback. He hadn't disliked you at all. It was the exact opposite. He loved you more than words could describe. "I love you to the moon and back! What are you talking about?" You sniffled, "You've been really distant with me. I've clearly done something to upset you." Oh. That. He realized how silly he's been. He hadn't realized how much it was affecting you. "I..." he paused, trying to figure out the best way to say it without sounding absurd. "Seungkwan. It's because you bias Seungkwan. It hurt my feelings." You pulled away from his touch, looking him square in the eye. "How could you let something like that get to you?" You somewhat shouted at him. This is why he had been avoiding you? Over something so silly? "I don't know... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel this way. I'm really sorry." He pulled you back to him. He was smothering you in affection. "Just tell me next time instead of doing that, please." He agreed, and the rest of the day was spent cuddled up together like two peas in a pod.

Seungkwan

The amount of betrayal he felt was immense. There was no going back from this in his eyes. Ever the dramatic man that he is, he hadn't spoken to you since you had drunkenly admitted to him the night before that Soonyoung had been/is your bias and not him. You had thought he was just tired, at least for the first few hours. But then when he had kind of snapped at you for trying to get a kiss from him. That's when you knew something was definitely wrong. Crossing your arms, you sighed before starting in on the conversation, "What did I do? Did I forget to say good morning? Did I forget a specific date? Did I-" He covered your mouth with his hand which surprised you. He'd stopped you from speaking. "Why is Hoshi you're bias and not me? What? Am I not cute enough for you?" You furrowed your brows, taking the hand that was on your mouth in your hands. "That? He's a good dancer, Kwan. That's it! I admire his dancing. It's more of a mentor type of thing! Nothing else!" He just continued to pout not listening to you anymore. He didn't want to hear it. "Go be with Soonyoung if you admire him so much." You groaned in frustration. This man was not being serious right now, "Seungkwan, I'm with you. He's nothing but a mentor and a friend to me." He looked at you with that infamous look, "Promise?" Nodding, you smiled. "Of course, I adore and love you. No one else." You ruffled his hair. The rest of the night was spent with you consoling and babying him.

Hoshi

As jealous as they come. Hoshi was astounded to hear that Junhui was your bias. Anytime Jun was around, he would not leave the two of you alone in the same room. This had never been a problem before. This only started to become an issue once he had found out. Now, whenever it was just the three of you in the practice room, wherever he went you had to follow. He was going to go shower? You had to go with him in there and wait for him to finish. On the rare occasions when he caught you alone with Jun just conversing, having a good ole time, he would get a little upset with you. "We were talking about you." You told him one told him one time after he's caught you two alone together. This made him get suspicious. What had been said about him? Was it bad things? He knew he was being a little much lately but it was because he was feeling a little insecure about it. He just needed a little more reassurance than usual. Logically, he knew you would never leave him for Jun but that did little to help those thoughts of you abandoning him for the other. "What about me?" he finally asked. You were silent for a little, trying to figure out the best way to phrase what you wanted to say. This really wasn't helping his anxiety. "If you're going to leave me for him, just tell me." He blurted out. He hadn't meant to, it was just something that had flew out of his mouth. You gave him an absolutely horrified face. You couldn't believe the words that he'd just threw out there. "I'm not leaving you for him! Are you crazy? Is that what you were freaking out about?" You asked taking his hands in yours. So that's what had been running through his head, that's why he had been so clingy lately. He didn't respond, he was embarrassed. "I'm never leaving your side! You're stuck with me forever." You kissed his forehead. He blushed a little, "What were you guys talking about today then?" You laughed, "What to get you for your birthday. But over the past 2 weeks you wouldn't even let us talk to each other let alone make eye contact." Oh man did he feel absolutely silly. "I'm not leaving you for Jun, don't you ever think something like that could ever happen." He sniffled, nodding in response. He deserved a night of all of your attention on him and nothing and no one else. That's what you were going to give him.

Jun

Pure definition of golden retriever. He really did not care who your bias was. He knew you chose him and you wanted to be with only him, so it didn't matter who you had as a bias. But for some reason, when he found out it was Minghao, it didn't sit right with him all that well. He didn't mind the two of you hanging out with one another. Nothing like that. But there was some slight jealousy there. More like why wasn't he your bias? He could sing and dance too! Sure, he couldn't break dance but he could still dance well! So when you came home from work one night, there he was balled up on the couch in a pile of blankets with compilation videos of Minghao being cute, showing off his many talents, etc. You looked between him and the tv trying to piece together what was happening. "I get it now." Was the first thing to fly from him. You were even more confused now. He understood what now? You didn't ask any questions, you wanted to wait and see if any other context was going to be given, "Why he's your bias." He placed a hand on your thigh, not moving his eyes from the screen. "He's so cute! Ah! He's so cute!" He gushed. You busted out laughing. This is what he had been doing all day today? "Yeah, he's pretty cute, but you're cuter." You replied laying on his lap. He shushed you, "He's talking." Again, you chuckled. At least he wasn't upset about it.

Minghao

Like I said, I get the vibe you guys would do pottery often together. If not pottery, then something else with clay. Anyway, you guys had been in the studio tonight for date night. Each you had been molding the clay with soft music playing in the background when you turned to face him with the world's brightest smile, "What do you think?" He lifted his head to look at the little sculpture you'd done. He smiled at you in return, nodding, "It's cute. Who are you going to give it to?" He had been hoping it would be for him. Yes, he already had a majority of the things you made, but he still wanted it because you made it. The man was more wrapped around your finger than he cared to admit. "Dino. It's a little dinosaur anyway." His eyes shot wide. He knew Chan had been your bias; he didn't mind it when you'd told him, but now that you were giving something to him. And it wasn't just something store bought. It was going to be something you had made. It had more meaning behind it. More emotion than something you got at the store. "Oh..." Minghao said, sounding slightly upset. You chuckled, moving closer to him, dropping yourself over his shoulders. "You're still my favorite person, though." You pecked his cheek. "And besides, aren't you tired of collecting my terrible pieces of art? It all looks like a rat did it anyway." You laughed. He shook his head admitally, "It does not! I love all your work!" The man was acting like your little fan boy, and you loved it. You smooshed his face in the palm of your hands, "You're so cute!"

Dino

He was so upset. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard straight from the horses mouth! This little statement coming from Seungcheol was enough to ruin his whole day. From that point on, he'd been nothing but curt and semi mean to the leader for the rest of the day. Seungcheol didn't really mind that he was behaving this way. He knew Chan was just annoyed with him because he was your bias and not him, your partner. When he got home, he was still in a very bad mood. The guy hadn't even greeted you like he normally did. Something was definitely off, and you didn't like it one bit. You walked over to where he had been in the front of your little house the two of you were renting. "Alright, what's wrong?" You were very concerned about him. Had you done something to set him off? You'd been wracking your brain trying to figure out why he was being moody. "S. Coups, really?" You looked at him like a dear caught in head lights. What the hell was he talking about? You tried to think, what about Coups? Was he si- Oh. Seungcheol had told him. A few days ago, you'd been having a conversation with Choi about this exact topic. You had told him that he was your bias when you were first getting into the group as a whole. Seungcheol must have misunderstood, or maybe Dino did. Who knew? You decided to play along. "What? Him being my bias?" He didn't say anything his face said it all. He was really hurt! Your heart broke a little, just looking at him. "That was when I was first getting into the group!" You cracked. This wasn't fun like you had thought it was going to be. Chan's eyes were starting to water, "So? I should have been your bias from the beginning!" You cupped his cute face in your hands, making direct eye contact with him. "I didn't know we would end up together. If I knew, I would have. But your my bias now. Isn't that what's important?" He sniffled, he nodded. You smiled sweetly, before dotting him in kisses and attention the rest of the night.

#seventeen #choi seungcheol #jeon wonwoo #boo seungkwan #hansol vernon chwe #hong jisoo #kim mingyu #kwon soonyoung #lee chan #svt dino #dk seventeen #yoon jeonghan #lee jihoon #xu minghao #wen junhui #moon junhui

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spikeinthepunch · 1 year

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Well, I didn't expect to be sitting down an deciding to write a lengthy personal post about the app, Vent. But its shutting down for good in literally two days. If this was any other situation where it slowly just became inactive but stayed up, I wouldn't mention it. But an app shutting down for good is a big deal, and I'll cross my fingers that I get sent the data I requested.

Vent is an app I feel like everyone seems to be aware of but left and forgot after its boom in 2016-2017. no one really says that they use it, most left it after that period. its pretty well known for weird and absurd kin posts and drama and other nonsense. having been on it since it launched, i saw... so much. so so much.

Having gotten to it around age 16, that app houses a huge amount of personal posts I made on an app I considered the best place to dump some of the most private, venty things. Boy does it catalogue a huge series of development and mental growth. And above all stands as a lesson to myself on how to manage such personal things around others online. What is to be said isn't me forcing a lesson on the reader, but just expressing what I learned- because in those teenage years it was easy to want to have all my online friends involved in seeing my vent posts. That Age on tumblr, that culture around validation and mental illness- I wanted validation and post interactions. I vented a lot, teen years sucked- this seemed fine to do from my unaware mind but it caused so much tension, stress, and drama in my closest relationships that I still wish hadnt occurred- but can accept that behavior years later... i was just a teen, it wasn't surprising. Getting your bestest friends in a private closed circle of venting is not as good of an idea as you'd want it to be, to say the least. Especially when you're teens and dont have therapy.

But that is to say- Vent became its best to me when I closed it off entirely to everyone except for one good mutual I had gained purely through Vent, and eventually one key IRL friend. Me, two other people. That was it. It turned into a diary for years after I chose to do that and it had been very useful for me. One or two people I didn't mind getting a glimpse into things, especially after i matured and learned to...better control and understand how to vent in a healthier way. It was somewhere I went to maybe once a month, maybe less frequently, to just... throw out a huge post documenting my feelings and important thoughts from the last many weeks. Great big summaries I'd have no energy to split up into a priv twitter thread, or post on public blogs.

Growth. So so much growth. So much in all those posts and all that time. Almost 8 years of my incredibly personal thoughts sit on that app and it sucks knowing that place will be gone for good. There could be a miracle but it seems unlikely.

For those never on the app, or stopped using it ages back- Vent has been a mess for a long time. It has gone through various changes in hopes of keeping it alive- for years its just been all over the place. It barely functions most times. It's been limping for years now and it was always a joke to me that it hadn't gone down yet. It seemed inevitable- and here we are! Gone on the 28th of Feb, and it was only stated a few days ago. And theyd been promising they had an alternative..

Losing things like this sucks, because it is a part of the internet. People love to say nothing truly goes away on the internet- and thats just not true. Time and time again we lose apps and websites with no backups or way to view them reliably. Newer age technology makes this especially harder to preserve. While I and others have requested our data, there will be hundreds if not thousands of accounts left to vanish after Vent shuts down, especially given the incredibly short notice.

So, RIP Vent, you were already dead for some years anyways. But I appreciate what I made of it and its a shame I can't think of any place where I could keep this kind of diary up still.

#vent app

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guz013 · 9 months

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Introducing someone

So, I never made this type of post in any social media, but I waked up somewhat inspired, and it's probably a better or at least interesting move to make this time here

Hi? Who are you?

Hi Tumblr! It's strange to be now here and not just watching from outside through a YouTube video of r/tumblr. I'm Gustavo, a Brazilian 18 y.o. (soon to be 19 at the time of writing) teenager? Adult? I don't know, it's strange to be in this middle-ground of "outside of school and not yet having a job" phase, feeling kinda lost in life and how to define myself in some way.

Why are you here?

I created this (or these) account(s)/blog(s) to be able to have an easier way to share, archive and hopefully have and give feedback about my creations and passions in software/open source development, digital drawing and world building. Being an introvert and having decent social anxiety didn't help when it comes to have people around to share them on a timely basis, so using this platform, even if it is just for myself, could be helpful. I thought on creating my own blog on my own website, but it seems somewhat overwhelming to do it to possibly what will be just microblogging and not full-page length blog posts. And I'm not planning on buying Twitter Blue just to have some more characters any time soon.

"These accounts/blogs"? What?

Yes, for some reason, I feel like it's better to have different accounts depending on what I'm creating or posting. Yes, it is a nightmare to manage, even more when you don't have money to have multiple email aliases. So here I'll have different blogs for different interests, or at least for really different topics, like programming and art. Here they are:

@guz013 - You are here. And I still don't know for what it will be used for, probably just "meta" things. Like, talking about creating, creative process, managing these accounts, whatever.

@guzsart - Artwork, original characters, work in progress and world building. Planning to post biographies of my original characters there, so it can slowly build a world/universe for them that I have in my head for years.

@guzscode - Open source, software and web development, JavaScript, TypeScript, Rust, Go, etc. I'm still trying to figure out how I would use it, but probably just work in progress, code snippets, little frustrations with bugs, etc.

@guztav013 - Personal stuff, probably mental health, and mostly also a place to post things that I feel personally proud or would like to just share/archive, like photography, logo design, guitar practicing, obsidian note-taking, Minecraft buildings and my personal lore about them.

Why all of this feels planned? Over-detailed? Complicated? It's just a Tumblr post and blog, my friend.

You're right, but it's something that I struggle with because of my insecurity, anxiety and feeling a burst of inspiration sometimes that makes me have a billion ideas in seconds and tries to plan, organize and perfect everything. It causes to also looks like a brand marketing, formal and unnatural most of the time, but whatever. Probably will write an entire blog post about this in the future (no promises).

"Someone who's trying to improve"? Improve what?

This is just a personal quote that I carry every day, everywhere I go, probably will make a post about it in specific in the future also. But it just represents me in someway, just someone who wants to keep improving and being a better person, like everyone else.

What are those symbols in your profile pictures?

They represent different aspects of my life and personality, written in an alphabet/writing form that I created for my fictional world. They aren't Japanese or any pre-existing symbol.

Do you have any other social media?

Yes, and because of this mental model of trying to separate topics, and also liking open-source alternatives, I have a lot of them, it's a nightmare to manage and cross-post everything manually.

Just being said that, I hope most of my actual content and activity will be posted primarily here, to be honest.

You can find all of them on my website: https://guz.one (if the domain expires in the future: https://guz.vercel.app)

Do you have a cat or a dog?

Yes, their names are Mity and Peta.

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Thanks for your time reading this. It's the first time that I write an actual blog post, even a more public one. I hope that this inspiration boost that I had this morning doesn't fade too much to stop writing and creating things and sharing here. It was an actual good experience just writing this post, even if it's ends up just being for my self, and hopefully this can also inspire people and me to keep creating and sharing.

"Someone who's trying to improve" - Guz

#i suer i don't want to spam this #introduction #blog post #with a lot of tags like #intro post #blog intro #programming #art #introvert #cats #dogs #just to help #seo #but having other people #see this #would be cool #y'know

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So I'm just getting started writing Supernatural fic. I've written a lot for other fandoms, but right off the bat, I'm noticing that the reader vibe is VERY different than what I'm used to. I'm just not getting the feedback and interaction that I've received in other fandoms. I write for me, but it's hard to not feel discouraged with such a stark difference. I'm wondering if it's a decline in Supernatural in general, getting lost in AO3 postings, or not being in the right tumblr circles or Discords.

Since I'm a huge fan of your work, and you have a decent following, I'm wondering if you have any thoughts on the Supernatural fanfic ecosystem as a whole. How and where do you promo your work? How do you connect with other fans in the community? Is it possible to make those connections as a relative newcomer to the fandom or are the cliques pretty well closed off?

Hi there! Let me say off the bat that you can feel free to come off anon and be mutuals with me, I have the same username everywhere, and always love to meet new spn fans :)

Onto your actual question - I think while spn isn't as popular now as it was in the early 2010s (when I was first in the fandom, the superwholock thing, you know) and right when it ended in late 2020, it's still a HUGE fandom, and yeah, stuff is going to get lost in the shuffle. I'm not saying my own following is a fluke, but I think I got lucky! I hopped back into spn right during the post-finale peak in fandom activity, and a lot of readers in this fandom tend to appreciate long (sometimes insanely long) fics, and here I was, writing a finale fix-it that was getting updated 2-3 times a week, so you had a lot more people on the destiel AO3 tag, probably wanting something to fix their finale related blues, and they were seeing my story over and over again, and it got really long, and... yeah. When I was writing fic in spn during the early 2010s, I was not getting NEARLY as much attention. At all. I'd like to think I improved as a writer, but I think I also just got into the fandom at the right time.

One thing that actually did help me a lot though was getting active on tiktok. I posted a funny comment someone had posted on hfym, people asked what the fic was, and then I started picking up a lot of momentum on there while talking about the fic. I think there's also something to be said about readers being able to put a name and face to the fics they love. As I started making spn-related videos, I'd follow/comment/like other spn accounts, and as my follower account grew I noticed a lot of those accounts were following me back.

I also started listening to spn podcasts, and following their tiktoks, and found out that they just did open applications to be a guest on their podcasts. I don't know if that cross promotion necessarily helped people find my work, but it really surprised me how much more interactive people were on tiktok versus my previous fandom experiences on tumblr!

And yes, I do promote my fics on here, twitter, tiktok, but again, way more enthusiasm is coming out of tiktok right now, and I personally hopped over onto twitter to have more conversations with the friends I made through tiktok (though with Elon now owning twitter, it's possible we'll see a migration back to tumblr)

That being said... I have a lot of interactions on my fics, but I wouldn't label myself as a big name fan. I've never done well in big discord groups and prefer to have a handful of people I can have one on one conversations with.

As for the fics, I think there's room for everything to do well - aus, canon compliant, whatever. It could be adding in more tags, the summary, I'm sure you know all about that though as this isn't your first rodeo. I do think there's something for having a multi-chapter fic that has updates once a week or more, though. really cannot understate how much spn readers want to just read war and peace length gay nonsense.

This is also me but I never enter into fandom challenge stuff because I find it stressful and I think everyone is releasing their fics at the same time, and stuff does get lost in the shuffle then.

Anyway a list of actual? Advice:

make sure the titles/tags/summary are fun and engaging I'm sure you know that already

try tiktok, like honestly, find some #spn hashtags to use and make some random videos with your hot takes and follow other spn people. make some videos about your fics, too, but mainly just launch into spn fandom full on, have fun with it, repurpose trending audio with lame spn jokes. (again! follower count wise compared to other spn accounts it's nothing to write home about on any platform, but i now have a solid base of people who like my stuff so that's what matters)

try building up your little spn network, comment on their videos, follow them off of tiktok and on twitter/tumblr, leave comments on their fics, over time people start interacting with you in the same way. most people i've met on there are so sweet and if you mutually follow each other literally just message them and say hi we're all nerds and we love it.

try taking a look at what people want to read (if you want to write that way, i got lucky that what i wanted to write was what people wanted to read), or find fun niches that you like to write for. demon!dean, monsterfucking, fluffy bunker nonsense, found family, whatever!!

definitely ask (nicely) for people to comment on your fic in author's notes, i've definitely been swayed by a nice message thanking the reader/asking for comments before

i'm in a few discord groups, so again, if you like you can DM me and i'll send you the links! i'm better at one on one, but some people have great luck with larger groups.

Okay good luck bestie ily <3

#oh also #just get so obsessed with an idea #you're driven to write over 500k words for it #and can't think about anything else #worked for me #asks #spn #destiel #hfym #writing

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millsv2 · 2 years

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"Twitter" Ramblings

I just did a big thread on twitter that I'm gonna cross post here because idk I feel like it has some good thoughts. Sorry if it sounds a bit weird here since it was a bit disjointed and cause its Twitter posts™

For Context: I, in my immense worrying, decided to go through my entire following list on twitter and try to see if they had a tumblr or art station to follow in case Twitter really does truly burn to the ground.

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Yippie! ive hit the point of worrying that im now actually scrolling through every person i follow to see if they have a Tumblr or Art Station or w/e the fuck

I ended up finishing this last night... all 1,527 people i follow... absolutely deranged behavior... but now i have the peace of mind that i follow a decent chunk on another social media...

I wont lie everything thats been going on with [Twitter] because of HIM is legitimately deeply concerning to me... No other social media works like Twitter does for artists seeking employment... Like i know im not popular [on Twitter], but it widens the base to connect with others

and having said base immensely increases job prospects. Literally my friend recently got a job with the assistance of Twitter connections (and i couldnt be happier for them). Its a very real thing, and unfortunately to my knowledge, no other true social media has anything similar

Like sure you could make the case that its on Art Station or LinkedIn too but to me those are far too professional and more just "gallery sites". Same with deviant art and New Grounds those are also just gallery sites I have a gallery, its my portfolio website.

I think if things really do go to shit, I of course still wont delete my twitter... but any actual interaction with people will be greatly reduced and mostly move to tumblr, even though my following is way tinier [on Tumblr]... It'll mostly become "i just share art [on Twitter] and thats it"

I know people are making Lists and such to keep track of people but like... when a site is becoming actively hostile to you for not spending money on it??? i dont want to spend my time here...

again this isnt the "im leaving cya bye forever" post im still sticking around till everything truly burns to the ground... but i definitely needed to set up alternate places to share my work far sooner (other than instagram cause lord i hate insta)

If thoughts do end up getting shared [on Twitter] after everything (stuff like this) itll probably just be crossposted from tumblr since it has a button to post to twitter (idk how it works though lol)

So again, to all the people that follow me and enjoy my work. Please follow me on other social media. My links are on my website at the top right.

I just hope it turns around for this site

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I know following doesnt matter as much here on Tumblr (the site literally does not show your follower count to anyone but you)... but i genuinely hope i can get back to even my small twitter numbers... Like dont worry im not a massive clout chaser or anything...

but posting into a void to only receive interactions in the single digits really does fucking sting.

Like at least on Twitter or Insta i can post stuff and will average around like... 30-50 likes on a post... which of course isnt a lot, but its nice seeing my friends among them and the occasional new person and hoping that seeing my work at least made them smile to see it. anyways im just hoping anyone that followed me on twitter will find me here and that i can make some new friends with people here too.

#bleating #Twitter exodus #twitter migration #sorry if this is overly downer or doomposting and what not but its just something thats been genuinely concerning for me #its been on my mind a lot lately and it definitely is important to me in terms of finding a job #as well as the emotional stability of posting art somewhere and for it to at least mean SOMETHING to someone

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kuriboo · 4 months

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My mental health has been really bad for the past like week or maybe even two to where my anxiety is really high and I keep having flashbacks to like two years ago

And it's. I can't keep myself off twitter as a side effect and it's actually kind of gross. Twitter's gross and toxic and I don't even want to be on there

It's related to accusations against a certain youtuber. And it's like. I was never extremely into the guy's content. He got me into animal crossing and splatoon, and my interest in either waxes and wanes. He's on a collab channel I was more into for a while, but he was my least favorite of the three. I think I saw myself in him a little too much in a bad way. I saw my flaws and flinched away. It didn't help that he was also noticeably really mean to some people, and back then we didn't know what the dynamics were really like off camera or if it was jokingly or what, but even if it was "joking" it could still hurt and I was really sensitive to that.

It's not really so much of me putting the guy on a pedestal that's wounded me. If that's all it was, well, I'm nobody, and talking about it wouldn't matter. I'd get over it. Whether the accusations are true or not isn't really my place to comment on. This is really not what's eating at me

It's the initial allegation and how it was presented

And I feel really guilty over this because yes victims should be listened to and believed. Just because the accused has a lot of fans doesn't make him automatically innocent and yadda yadda.

But if we ignore the shoe rp part of the situation (wild sentence, i know), a lot of it really comes down to boundaries not being established and misunderstandings, which is part of what happened to me a year and a half ago or so

Because the boundary wasn't established then, either. Keep coming to me for help, I was told, I'm here and I'll listen, talk to me. And I did.

There was also the fact that this person who used to talk to me constantly really suddenly pulled away and we barely talked and we used to talk about their aus and ideas and they started talking only to other people instead about that and that, uh, was really painful to adjust to as well. It was on me for putting too much care into that friendship and for thinking I mattered or something, but that's neither here nor there.

Point is, I did go to them to talk when I wasn't doing well because they told me to. There was no boundary established on that so I kept doing it

I crossed a boundary that was never outlined to me and I was yelled at and lashed out at for it during a really low period in my life.

So I, uh, tried to respect what was happening and stopped. We stopped talking altogether for a bit, the other person saying they needed a break, and I respected that. In the meantime, they went behind my back and tried to turn friends against me. Things started gradually getting better, we played a game with some friends together, it was looking up. We stopped playing for the night and they said goodnight, see you tomorrow :)

I thought it was getting better

Next day, I was kicked from several servers we shared and they sent me an essay on why they never wanted to hear from me again. During the middle of my shift at work, I read this during my lunch break and had to work half a shift feeling like that

I've blocked that person on every platform I can think of and made no attempts to communicate with them since. If they want to ever talk again, they have to reach out to me, because they set that boundary and I'm respecting it.

There's a lot of nuance and detail missing from this. I did a lot of things wrong. This is no callout post, I am not naming names, I am just airing my feelings because bottling things up is not healthy and I've been doing that for like a week and I am self destructing. I am not comfortable talking to people one on one on this, and this is my personal blog, so I'm just talking to the void.

So let me relate this back to the topic: initial allegations against youtuber. Ignoring the shoe rp, it boiled down to miscommunication and boundaries that weren't established being crossed and leading to someone lashing out.

Which feels very similar to what happened to me a year ago

And I've been trying to heal from that. I'm trying to do better and be better.

But this whole situation is a huge reminder of all that pain I went through, and just makes me feel like I could be called out at anytime. It wouldn't be undeserved, but it would kill me.

"You're empathizing too much with a sexual groomer" yeah okay whatever

I'm in a lot of pain right now and it hasn't gotten much better in the past week. Knowing now the youtuber is out of the hospital helps a little, but I'm pained and terrified.

I don't want this to cause worry. I'm not, this point on, going to do anything to myself

I'm trying very hard to be kind to myself

I am simply saying words so I'm not bottling this up so much anymore. I don't want to talk about this to anyone, so this is the best I'm getting on that front

It's late so I'm not explaining myself well. I've been so stressed.

If anyone's reading this, please be kind to the people around you. Kindness is a great gift

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celineytumbles · 6 months

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It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

"With the kids jingle belling and everyone telling you 'Be of good cheer!'" - Andy Williams 🔔

So, who still uses Tumblr these days?

Apparently I do. It's 'cause this is my only personal blog page still existing. I have a devotional blog. Just wanna plug that 'cause Jesus deserves it.

Speaking of the Lord, it's His time of the year. For Christians, the rest of their lives is God's, but for most of the world, December 25 is His day.

This year, to save me from tears… Sorry. The sentence started with "This year," so I had to continue the lyrics. OK, so this year, I'm writing a blog entry here on Tumblr as my birthday gift to Jesus and my Christmas gift to the world. I actually planned to record myself singing a Christmas song while playing the piano, but we couldn't find our webcam. It has a good video quality and a very capable mic, and with it, I can shoot from an angle I want, so I couldn't film without it.

So here we are in Tumblr, and it's fitting because this is a throwback post. I was reminiscing on what I've been doing for Christmas through the years beside the gift giving to classmates and teachers as a student and the festive family dinners. What I was thinking about was the things I do, like a Christmas project of my own. I had to go back to my saved files of my deleted Facebook account that got hacked. Then I thought I could go further back to the very first blog I had because I had those posts saved too. The blogs were removed and, unfortunately, the site was shut down in 2021.

Let me take you to a walk down my memory lane of Christmas projects.

It was the year 2007. I wanted to know about the episodes of Disney's The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, and poof! I discovered TV.com, a website like IMDB where there are forums and users can blog. I started blogging, and I made some online friends.

Here was my Christmas post there. It's a poem.

"My Christmas Gift For You"

Happy Christmas This poem's for you Though it may not last These words stay true

This Christmas season Let us commemorate For the real reason It's Jesus Christ that we celebrate

He came to this world with humility He said goodbye to save our sins He'll come again for all humanity That's what Christmas means

I just want to give you something In a way that is different I chose to do this rhyming I hope you like this simple present

I can't give expensive things But I can still share what I have I share my blessings I spread the love

I was 14 years old when I wrote this. I think I didn't make it clear enough that Jesus' goodbye there was when He died on the cross, not when He ascended to heaven.

The next year, I made a picture greeting. I had to recreate it because the image in the saved file has watermarks.

Counterclockwise from the top left, that's Aly & AJ's Christmas album, the main cast of The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, Jessica Simpson's Rejoyce Christmas album, and of course, the Jonas Brothers.

In 2009, celebrities joined Twitter, so I did too. I connected my Twitter and Facebook accounts so that my tweets get posted on FB as well.

I tweeted one of my favorite Christmas songs. (How do we say that for X now? I x'd 💀) That Twitter account got suspended, so I generated this picture. I got the tweet from the FB posts saved.

In 2011, we had this laptop where you can draw on the screen, so I made the 5 squares you see here that are made digitally. The other 4 are drawn on paper.

2013 was the year I started writing many poems throughout the year, so, naturally, my Christmas greeting was another poem.

2014 had a miserable Christmas for me because I had school on Christmas day. We were in the Middle East.

I got severely depressed in 2015, so I wasn't using social media. But, of course, I still celebrated it with my family.

In 2016, my FB got hacked. That's why all the FB post pics above are just generated images.

I made a comeback in 2017.

In 2018, my family was all together in our Church's multi-generational choir. Obviously, this isn't a personal project, but I want to include it here anyway.

That year, I also started playing Animal Crossing: Pocket Camp.

Our last Christmas in Bahrain was in 2019. It was our last time singing with the choir as a family.

2020 was our comeback to our home country, and after we got settled in our new house, COVID-19 was a widespread pandemic. It was a year of playing video games, making YouTube videos, and watching TikToks.

The posts below are from my Instagram. That's why there are hashtags.

2021 was a year of productivity. I released music videos of songs I composed and produced, started my Bible devotional blog, and joined a Bible study group.

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I made this vid using Animal Crossing. This song's Phil Wickham's, not mine.

This is a screenshot of this blog post.

In November of 2022, God granted my desire to buy myself a piano.

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There weren't any more new updates for Animal Crossing: New Horizons, so my greeting for 2022 was from its ever-updated mobile game.

This year 2023, Blackpink released its mobile game, so here's my greeting:

I thought I would just be looking back at Christmases, but it turned out to be looking back at my life. The Lord has been truly faithful. He keeps on sustaining me and my loved ones. I'm just glad the world recognizes this holiday where we can all celebrate love, which they may not fully understand it's of God. We enjoy the season together whether it's through music, gaming, or even literature like poetry or books, which I haven't done yet, but I just recently finished listening to the audiobook of The Nutcracker and the Mouse King. Now it has become a new dream of mine to publish a Christmas book.

So, I ended up sharing myself. But what I want you to see is how Christ is the most important that I make effort every December to do something special.

"For unto us a Child is born, Unto us a Son is given; And the government will be upon His shoulder. And His name will be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace."

- Isaiah 9:6, NJKV

A blessed Noël to us all!

With sugar plum love, Celine ❤️

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12 things I learned after depending on commissions for 2 years

I've been meaning to write about this for a while now, but PayPal charitably reminded me of the $600 reporting threshold this morning (which will no longer require you to pay taxes, but still, wasn't originally planning on assigning neurons to that today) so it's as good a time as any.

I started seriously pursuing commissions in the summer of 2021 (you may remember I'd been talking before the pandemic about automating most of my badly-paying dayjob away to free up time for other pursuits, this was the point where I finally said "I've done it!"). The failure of the 2017 opening still weighed heavily on my mind, though, so I was pretty sure simply posting "hey, I'm open" and uploading 5 "samples" a week wasn't going to work. I tried to get an art stream set up since I remembered getting followers that way in 2014, but I could never get it to work.

So instead, I took to Discord. I've always been bad at keeping up with multiple forums, but I made an effort to participate in all of them. I was very casual about my commissions (since, you know, pandemic: I kinda needed the social interaction more ...and pandemic stimuluses were keeping me afloat) and sold a grand total of 2 commissions that way in the whole year.

Here came the first hard lesson: Do not give free samples of your work. People will always say "do you have a sample?" and since I was being asked for combinations I'd never done (such as, let's say, "cell-shaded and macro"), I'd always say "no, but I can make one", and then would go off to do just that. Several things can happen in that process:

You take so long to produce the sample, the would-be commissioner loses interest

They judge your sample as not good enough

The free sample satisfies their "need" and they no longer want "the paid version"

(also, commissioners, don't ask "do you have a sample", look at the artist's gallery and talk to them about that; artists love gushing about their art!)

From here, I decided to be systematic about it: I was going to create a sample of every possible combination and put them on a price sheet (I don't recommend this, by the way). I'd long planned to get "volunteers" to appear on my price sheet, but by this point, the pandemic stimuli had stopped so I decided to sell the slots in a huge YCH. To promote it, I started using Twitter ...I mean really use it. I'd never "gotten" Twitter much, but again, I made the effort and soon went from replying to 1 or 2 tweets every few days, to replying to 20 tweets a day.

And here I learned the second lesson: The online art space is an interconnected ecosystem. I only sold 2 slots on Twitter itself (people I knew saw my retweets), but by posting the slots sold on FA, DA and Tumblr, I was able to get more attention there. Then, by making reminders for FA and DA since they don't have a retweet option (and posting those reminders on Twitter), I was able to get more attention back on Twitter ...and the feedback loop continued until I had people asking for slots when I'd run out! I kind of already knew this, to be honest. I'd always praised EA's pre-2007 strategy of "cross pollination" (releasing the "same" game on multiple platforms to motivate people from one platform to get the other) but seeing it firsthand was just next level.

I considered myself too busy during the Winter Quarter of 2022 (we work in quarters at my school) so, though I was still brimming with ideas, I wasn't posting anything. ...Then I noticed my friends on Twitter were depressed. I mean, a lot of them were. They needed me. I'd been to therapy during the pandemic (and it bankrupted me so I knew not everyone could afford it) but it had given me the tools necessary to deal with it. I could tell they didn't have them. And one of those tools (which I was underusing) was "draw something every day". So I started the "Free Hugs" series. From a commercial standpoint, this was a great way to get "out there", since gift art is far more visible than the average twitter reply, but that was not the main reason to do it.

So let's call this the third lesson: Gifts are good. A gift is not a free sample, it is a labor of love. You wouldn't buy a gift for someone you don't know at all, and giving the gift doesn't weigh on your conscience as a waste of time in the same way as "the prospective commissioner never got back to me" does. Sometimes the receiver only responds with a like, and that's more than enough. Sometimes they'll comment show their followers in turn. But because you're not doing it for the attention, it's always a bonus.

What really changed things was something unexpected: I reached 150 followers on Twitter! I'd always planned that, if I reached 150, I would draw the 150 pokémon. I'd kind of resigned on the idea years ago because I'd "stopped growing"... and then it happened. I now had to put that plan into action! (and no, "celebrate milestones" isn't a lesson learned, I'll come back to this later)

Turning my daily drawing into "the next pokémon on the list" was a huge boost to my productivity (so long as I kept the list handy) and it contributed to the "ecosystem" positive feedback loop. Let's call this the fourth lesson: Always have something to do. If you're ever "out of ideas", have something you can turn to that will allow you to keep posting. Something that doesn't stress you out (drawing Pokémon is a huge comfort for me, it's literally therapeutic). Something that doesn't require a lot of effort to decide what to do next. Something that (for all practical purposes) you could do forever.

And now, having a huge roster of pokémon under my belt, came the next turning point. I'd always considered black and white sketches to be "unfinished" art, but people were quite happy with them as they were. And with Pandemic payments stopping, I offered to "finish" them... as a commission. Approximately one out of every ten people who received a pokémon sketch were willing to pay to see it "finished", which is the exact ratio taught in marketing classes. This brings me to the fifth lesson: Direct marketing works (ha,ha, just kidding, please don't spam your followers). The fifth lesson is: Keep in touch with your follower base. They already made the decision to follow you, they are clearly interested in what you have to offer. Make sure you talk to them, listen to them, study them individually, and yes, give them fan service (and I mean this literally: give them what they came for, not what a stereotype says they want).

After about a year of toil, my price sheet was ready (remember I said I don't advise making them like I did?) and I sold 2. and here I learned another hard lesson: Commissioners are creative people (they just lack the time, tools, or skill to do the art themselves) This should be a good thing; what better person to work with as a creative, than a creative? The problem is that not many people are creative, so a broad "throw anything you want at me, the only limit is your imagination", only works with people who have unlimited imaginations. Not even lowering prices helps in this situation. If you want to reach a larger audience, you need to do what most artists do and offer donation drives, YCHs and adopts. If you need ideas for these, celebrate holidays or milestones (told you I'd come back to it) but do it with intent, not out of obligation. Try to stay away from newsbites or trending topics as these will become dated very quickly (and you want the stuff people paid for to act as an ad).

So I launched a donation drive. I'd always been planning one for Macro March. This taught me the next lesson: People want to give you money! This may come as a shock to many of you, but it's true. Your followers do like you that much. Give them opportunities to show it on their terms. And never fail to acknowledge it!

I soon after launched another huge YCH, got only 1 response, and learned the 8th hard lesson: Some months are just dead. If you've ever wondered why no artist ever does X in the month of Y, this is why. People just disconnect from the internet at certain times of the year (and with the pandemic ending, doubly so!). Trying to get anyone to even see what you're doing at these times is literally shouting into the void.

By this time, my mother had lost her job, and her severance pay had run out. My family was financially in trouble. I went back to my list of pokémon, and people who said they'd be interested in paying to get it finished "later". Only 2 of them still did, which taught me two new hard lessons: 9: Buying art is an emotional endeavor. Once emotions subside, the push to put money on that particular piece is gone. This also means that art should always have emotion (and probably why so many people hate AI art for non-"it was made by AI" reasons) 10: People wait for their paycheck. Even if your followers may recognize your situation on the 23rd of the month, even if they want to give you money, they won't have any money to give until the 30th. But by that point, they may have forgotten (after all, what is the internet but a myriad of things trying to get your attention?) so you need to time your announcements considering this. Use that week for a personal project or try to cut back.

Things went very well for a while... but then there came the Death of Twitter. What do I mean by that? I track "views per followers" on my art tweets. I normally get 1 view for every follower, thanks to my carefully scheduled retweets. However, I've noticed a steady decline in that number since July (when the "rate limited" debacle happened). Starting at about the last week of September, it's been stuck at about 0.2 views for every follower. I doubt this is a matter of algorithm suppression, though, since I'm also seeing people I follow, post less. I conclude people really are spending less time on Twitter, which brings me to the final hard lesson: Don't put all your eggs in one basket, don't even put the majority of your eggs in one basket! From the beginning, having many more followers on Twitter than on any other platform set off alarm bells in my head (and if it's been your situation, it should do so, for you, too!) The fear was not that Twitter, as a whole, would fail, it was that I could lose my account! I am happy with the fact that I currently only have about 50% more followers on Twitter than I do on FA (ideally the numbers would be equal, but since FA relies on people using "browse" and "search", that number is really hard to raise!) To bring it full circle, cross-pollinate! Link your other accounts constantly. Anyone who's finding you for the first time in one platform should quickly be able to know if you're in any of the other platforms they use. This is how I've managed to survive the Twitter-pocalypse.

So those are my 12 hard lessons:

Do not give free samples of your work

The online art space is an interconnected ecosystem

Gifts are good

Always have something to do

Keep in touch with your follower base

Commissioners are creative people

People want to give you money!

Some months are just dead

Buying art is an emotional endeavor

People wait for their paycheck

Don't put all your eggs in one basket