#wifi please let me post.... please

[erinwantstowrite]

Peter meeting an alternate version of himself (either one of your aus or from one of the movies?)

this reminded me of a wip that will probably never be finished so,,, gonna share that with y'all :)

here's Peter meeting a version of himself who never lost his parents 🥰💖 any kind of regular teenage disagreement makes LoF Peter feel like shit, because the other him doesn't understand that the world could come crashing down at any second 💖💖💖

here's the ref page i did for this too cause why not? i genuinely don't know if i'll ever post this

[katsukiloathing]

LET HIM BEAT HIS MEAT???

[fncreature]

an explanation for this image

so, did you guys know that Wato uploads youtube shorts from time to time? Neither did I! I didn’t go looking, either, I took a break from irl stuff to scroll mindlessly, and I’m met with fucking lore. Wato1876 is ruining my life.

So, the short (in video format because it’s easier to look through) can be found here.

So, what happens here? This is, as stated in the description, a clip from the prologue. And, since in the prologue, it jumpcuts to the future, this is what actually happens when wato falls down there.

What actually happens here? it’s the clip from the prologue- but instead of cutting to the future, with Omz Mask Wifies in the escape room, Wato falls down a bedrock tunnel into the white blob, facing a player/entity with an entirely black skin except for the Omz Mask, and then it starts an undertale fight (I don’t know how to explain it. It shows the classic red heart over their chest, and then it moves to the side like what happens in Undertale, iirc)

So, this is the infamous white blob room. But, there’s one crucial difference.

The redstone- which, in many maps is used to signify blood- is gone. So, likely, someone died in here.

I’ll be honest, I don’t know who.

We now can assume this is powdered snow, as Wato falls directly into the middle of it- but his landing is cut off, so we can’t be sure. @enlighten3d’s theory proposes that the Omz Mask is tied to this white blob. While interesting, I disagree- I think this is a trap made for Wato. Why? I don’t know. But powdered snow is an interesting block to be used to stop a player’s fall- it slows them down significantly, and they can start taking freezing damage. If this is a trap, then using powered snow to stop a fall gives the trapper a significant advantage. Otherwise, why not use water? This is a trap made for Wato.

Now, let’s be honest. I’m avoiding the main question here. Who the hell is this?

We have no idea. It wears the Omz Mask over an entirely black skin, and likely, it sets a trap for Wato. But that’s all we know about them. This figure has never been seen before.

Well, that’s not actually true.

@crowskullls pointed out that the Omz Mask can be seen watching the interrogation in the epilogue. But, this isn’t just any character with the mask. This is the same character in the white blob room. So, who is this character? I’m just going to be calling them the Omz Entity from now on (Omz Mask is too confusing, Omz is already a player).

I have two theories for what the Omz Entity is- 1, it is the original creator/wearer of the Omz Mask, and it wants it back, or 2, this is an entity/demon/something that controls the people wearing the mask.

Personally, I’m leaning towards the first theory for a couple of reasons- based on my theory, during the prologue, Omz Mask Wifies has already been created, and so Wato no longer has the Mask. If the Omz Entity wants it back, it makes sense to trap Wato- he likely has no idea that Wato no longer has the mask, but killing the person with the mask gives you the mask back. This also explains why he’s watching the interrogation in the epilogue. He’s looking for clues, or to see if either Kenadian or Wifies have the mask. Possibly, he is the person who kills Omz Mask Wifies. And if he’s the creator, it makes sense that it looks like he has it, even if he doesn’t.

And there’s the third theory that I haven’t mentioned- this is thing is made to fuck with Wato. This might be the person he mentioned watching him while falling down a pit when he’s being interrogated. And, as pointed out, the Omz Entity is watching the interrogation- watching Wato. Why? I don’t know.

This raises so many questions. Whatever went down in the white blob room, it wasn’t a lore sort of perma-death, as we see both characters later. So, what is the Omz Entity, why is it there, and what does it want? We don’t know. The theories I prefer are that it is the creator and wants it back, or that this thing is stalking Wato in particular. This does explain the random shot of the cabin from the outside- this is the perspective of the Omz Entity. That’s basically all we know about this character.

Honestly, I’m still very confused.

(@brain-empty)

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

Who's excited about camp tomorrooooow?

[martyrbat]

[ID: a Tiktok by Sim Kern, who's speaking to the camera. They say: “GoFundMe keeps freezing the accounts of people who successfully raised tens of thousands of dollars for people in Gaza, preventing the transfer of money and I want to talk about why and how you can fix it. I have an amazing contact at GoFundMe, Janet, who's been helping four of the campaigns I've boosted that have run into this problem. She's helped us resolve them and she sent me a detailed list of all the reasons these campaigns are getting frozen and how people can protect their campaigns from having that happen. So, if you're an organizer or a beneficiary or someone like me who boosts these fundraisers, please listen to this information. And if you're anyone else, please listen and interact with this video so that we can spread this message far and help more people, cause I'm sure that a lot of people fundraising in Gaza are running into this issue—and yes, my voice is weird, it's because I'm ill.

So, the main reason that GoFundMe accounts get flagged and frozen is when people transfer money to someone who's not named in the GoFundMe campaign. And there's a lot of legitimate reasons for this—very few people in Gaza had international bank accounts set up before this all started—where they could get international wire transfers, like directly to their phone. And so many of them are having to get their money wired through a cousin in Egypt or like a neighbor in their tent city who like, happens to have a bank account set up like that and they're willing to like, get the money and transfer it to them.

You have to put that level of detail into the GoFundMe page, okay everyone? Whoever the money is gonna pass through, if it's going to take 2 to 3 to 4 to 5 people to get to the beneficiary, you have to list out all those people and the process of how the money is going to get to the beneficiary. That's the main, main thing.

Now, if you haven't done that and your accounts get frozen and you get flagged by GoFundMe, then you're going to get an email saying the account's been frozen and they're gonna email you a link. It's just going to be a link somewhere in that email where you have to respond and provide documentation proving that you're legit. It used to be you could just email support at GoFundMe, but now that is an unmonitored mailbox—apparently they got overwhelmed at the support mailbox. So now you can only use that link that was sent to you in your email ticket to get these issues resolved. If that happens, they're gonna want you to send them all your, like, receipts, screenshots, or whatever of your bank transfers and also receipts of how money has been spent. If money has been transferred already from wherever the organizer lives to Gaza, then you need to show how that money has been spent in Gaza and it needs to match what it said in the GoFundMe. So, for example—and this is really tough, right? Because they're like—it's hard to get a receipt, it's impossible to get a receipt in Gaza! But GoFundMe understands that, you know, like Janet said they're flexible—you just have to make an attempt to documentation.

So like, if you raise your money for evacuation funds but then you ended up spending $1,000 on a tent, just write down somewhere or put a note in your phone, ‘spent $1,000 on a tent.’ And then do an update to the GoFundMe saying, you know, ‘Things have changed—I had to spend $1,000 on a tent,’ or, ‘I used some of the money this week to buy formula and diapers and food.’ However you're spending the money, you have to put updates with that information in the GoFundMe itself. And then keep a record for yourself of how you're spending the money, because if your account gets frozen you have to email them and say, ‘I spent this much on this, I spent this much on this, I spent this much on this.’

And then the money has to add up to the total. So let's say you've had $4,000 transferred to you and you spend $1,000 on a tent, right? And you're just saving the $3,000 that's left for future expenses. Well, when you email GoFundMe Accounting for your information, you have to say, ‘I spent a $1,000 on a tent, I'm saving $3,000 for future expenses,’ okay? It has to add up to the $4,000. And it has to add up exactly to the dollars and cents. So like, I used an example that's like, whole numbers—of course it's not gonna be like whole numbers, right? So if the amount you have left over is like 4,392 dollars and 63 cents, you have to say, ‘I'm saving this amount exactly for future expenses.’ ‘Future living expenses,’ actually, is what Janet said to say.

You also have to be specific and provide not just the name of the person but also the city that they're in. And I know this is ridiculous because everyone's been displaced, but you can't just put Gaza if you're sheltering in Rafa or Deir al-Balah or Gaza City. You have to put this specific place where everyone who's going to be touching this money is residing. And apparently, this is because GoFundMe has a list of known [quote] ‘terrorists’ [unquote] that they are checking the fundraisers against. So you have to put the full name and the city in Gaza of each person who's going to touch this money.

Organizers who are actually collecting the money to be, you know, transferred overseas need to know as much detail as possible about the families they're supporting. They should know the full names, cities, and ages of all beneficiaries. So that means not just people who touch the money, but all the people the money is going to from the central family member in Gaza. And the organizer should know the names, emails, phone numbers, and social media for as many of those beneficiaries as possible.

To recap, the best way to prevent your account from getting flagged is to make sure that anyone who is going to be touching the money is named in the GoFundMe itself—with their name and the city that they're in. And then if you do get flagged, the two main things you're gonna have to do to get out of trouble is prove that the money was transferred—so you're going to need proof of the bank transfers, the wire transfers. And then proof that the money was spent on what the fundraiser said you would use it for—so you protect yourself in that case by keeping track of whatever you're spending money on and updating your GoFundMe as the situation changes with what you're spending the money on. And if you haven't spent all of it, if you're saving some of it for future expenses, say that in account for that when you reply to GoFundMe.

I also want to clarify that I'm not an organizer, I get messages all the time from people asking me how do I organize a fundraiser for a family in Gaza, how do I vet them to make sure they're legit. Y'all, I don't know. I don't have personal contacts in Palestine, I don't—I can't do that. I just been boosting the fundraisers that were vetted by Operation Olive Branch or other, you know, Palestinian people I directly know and trust, because I can't do that on my own because I don't have those connections or that savvy. But hopefully these tips from Janet will help all of y'all to resolve any frozen GoFundMe accounts that you run in to.”

The camera shifts so that Sim is in front of a GoFundMe page for Sana Adhab. Sim continues to talk: “And I feel so bad that because I've been sick and my kids are out of school now, I really haven't been able to make as much content over the last week or so to help Sana meet her fundraiser goals. We're almost there—I think it's actually at 86,000 now. I'd really like to help her raise all the money she needs by the end of this week. We are doing another giveaway of assigned first edition author copy of my book, ‘The Free Peoples Village’. You can win this book just by donating at least $5 or as much as you are able to the campaign. That's the first link in the fundraiser tab in my bio. And then you'll send a screenshot of that receipt to t4Gaza at Gmail dot com to be entered to win the book giveaway. There are so many thousands of people who have been, you know, organizing to raise money for people in Gaza and all of you are amazing and I love you and you're my much Baha.” END ID]

Sana Adhab GoFundMe

From the great @sim_bookstagrams_badly on Instagram:

Why people keep landing in GFM jail and how to get out of it. Please spread far and wide!

[crazy-hazy-sims]

PLEASE READ THE UPDATE AND THE REPLIES AND THE LAST REBLOG BEFORE I TURNED OFF REBLOGS BEFORE ACCUSING ME OF SPREADING MISSINFORMATION!!!! this post was written before steam realized they had the wrong tags on i agree though pirate EA games <3

As someone who knows alot about piracy please Pirate the sims 1 and 2 because the new rerelease has denuvo tacked onto it and that mf will kill your computers and drain your wifi

let me explain what denuvo is

in short its "anti cheat" code thats only purpose is to complicate the game code so badly that it makes it near impossible for pirates to reverse engineere the game and pirate it, ofc this is not true and Pirates can crack many versions of denuvo it just takes time

so essentially it does nothing but ruin your computer

how?

This extra slop code is integrated into the code of the game so it runs every single time you launch the game and on top of the code slop that games are made of that make your compute heat up and use up ram denuvo code is running ON TOP, using more ram AND internet, forcing offline games to go fully online When the games previously didnt need an internet connection at all.

It has been proven so many times that it cause issues from longer load times to frame rate drops, denuvo's code slows everything down and almost always performance improves by like 50% after denuvo is removed by developers.

There are games that were completely unplayable like they wouldn't even launch because of denuvo, and the company claims this is not their fault and that people should upgrade their computers so this wont happen.. yeah right

Essentially with the reveal that EA didn't fix anything about the sims 1 and 2 and just released them as is but with denuvo attached they literally sold you code to keep you Connected to their servers and force you to not be able to share anything with anyone and forcing the games to preform 50 times worse than their 25 year old selves...

So please dont buy a program that will kill your computers and ruin your games and allow EA to be permanently Connected on your computer thats posing as the sims 1 and 2!!!!

Please please just pirate these 2 games!

Also even though sims 4 is free also Pirate that shit its not worth paying over 1k dollars in dlcs when hslf od them do not work

Update the denuvo tag on steam was a mistake on EAs part it has been confirmed that they dont have it (proof in the REBLOGS) my point still stands though :

PIRATE EA GAMES PEOPLE its literally the better choice for your poor computers

[finchandthebard]

The "tiktok ban" should scare you and here's why.

Rant made by an autistic, history-loving, chronically online American tiktok cosplayer. Please let me know if I've gotten anything wrong and I will edit the post.

Reblog to spread awareness!

This is not just about Tiktok, and it's not about national security. The Tiktok ban is wrapped up in the "Protecting Americans from Foreign Adversary Controlled Applications Act" which has the ability to ban any foreign website or app that the United States government sees as a threat to their "democracy." Not only that, but if the gov't didn't want China to gather data, then they would ban things like Shein and Temu (the latter which they advertised during the Super Bowl), which collect similar data that Tiktok does. If they wanted to prevent our data being stolen in general, they would ban companies like Meta, which monetarily supports the Tiktok ban and had to change their name because "Facebook" was associated with the largest data leak in history.

The documentations of the Tiktok court interrogations prove how incompetent our government is. Repeatedly asking the TikTok CEO Mr. Chew if he's Chinese while he repeatedly assures them he's Singaporean. The officials being concerned that they can't find Singapore on a map. The officials then being confused why the app would be able to have access to their wifi because it needs wifi to load.

The possibility of the US buying Tiktok exposes a greater issue in America: monopolies. The Sherman Antitrust Act was passed in 1890 that restricted the activities of large companies known as monopolies, which started out as small companies and would either buy other companies or buy the factories which produced all their materials. This eliminated competition in the market and gave the monopolies almost full control of quality and prices of items, and it was considered very anti-American at the time. Since the US already has multiple major social medias, including Facebook (Meta), Instagram (Meta), Threads (Meta), X (formerly Twitter), Snapchat, and Reddit, adding Tiktok would mean that nobody could compete with the US in the social media market. This makes them a monopoly, and it's incredibly dangerous.

Banning Tiktok breaks several American trademarks. A) the Republicans banning Tiktok are very concerned about their second amendment right to own guns, but they seem to not care about the first amendment right to freedom of speech and press, which Tiktok delivers. Of course there are app guidelines, but for the most part you have fairly uncensored political and ethical commentary like no other social media. B) the only other countries that have banned Tiktok are either heavily demonized by America or are direct targets for American propaganda (ex. China), which really doesn't make the ban look good. C) banning a social media for the purpose of censorship is a trademark of communism, which Americans are INCREDIBLY wary of.

Your country may follow in suit. Because of America's influence as a global superpower and an ally to many other major powers, America banning Tiktok would likely lead to a domino effect in other countries.

The rich get richer. There is a concept called social darwinism, in which it is the rich's beliefs that the poor must fend for themselves without the help of the government in order to make a living - "survival of the fittest." Tiktok contributed around $14.7 billion USD in 2023 and $24.2 billion in 2024, and it supports around 224,000 jobs [source]. The actual Tiktok website says in 2023, they contributed $15 billion USD in revenue and supported 7 million US businesses [source]. Without these jobs, there could be in increase in homelessness, debt, and sickness due to withdrawals (if you're incredibly addicted to Tiktok) and lack of quick dopamine hits (due to the rapidfire nature of the algorithm).

Remember that the president is not your friend !! Many of the political figures rallying to support Tiktok right now, such as President Biden, initially voted for the ban. President Biden is likely supporting now so that Trump won't get credit for it, and future President Trump is likely doing it for brownie points among younger generations.

The Xiaohongshu migration exposed the American government and its lies. The stories from American 'Tiktok refugees' about the questions from native Chinese on the Xiaohongshu / Rednote / Redbook app (considered the Chinese mixed of Pinterest, Instagram, and Facebook) posed a lot of conspiracies and realizations about the American government. The Chinese actually own their homes, they have lower food prices than we do, and they have a slim homelessness rate. Whether this is true or not, it has greatly influenced how we see ourselves in the grand scheme of the American oligarchy, and that is not something that can be suppressed with an app being banned.

Tiktok is not totally Chinese! The CEO is Singaporean, as I've already stated, and there are multiple headquarters in the US, with the main one being in Los Angeles.

In conclusion...

Whether Tiktok is banned or not, whether permanently or not, no matter who saves it or rallies against it, remember that it is harder to scare and control someone when they are in a group. And if you think this was interesting, I'd love it if you could reblog to show some support and inform your friends as well. <3

THIS IS NOT RIGHT VS LEFT❗️IT'S UP VS DOWN❗️

[mythmash]

LA Wildfire Resources

this is a collection of all of the information and resources i've found to help those affected by the los angeles count wildfires. this is not a completed list, and you are welcome to send me an ask with any additional links, fundraisers, information, or other resources that you know of and i will update this post accordingly. if there are any missing or incorrect links, please let me know. stay safe out there 💜

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Live Updates on the Southern California wildfires & Evacuation Orders

LA Scanner - Coverage of Pursuits, Crimes, Wildfires and More.

2025 Los Angeles Fires - Resources for Californians impacted by Los Angeles Fires.

LA Wildfire Resource Center - Resource navigator for finding emergency resources and support services.

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Mutual Aid Los Angeles & their Fire & Wind Storm Spreadsheet - An ongoing spreadsheet of resources such as shelter info, animal boarding info, addresses for distribution centers, volunteer opportunities, etc.

LAFD Emergency Funding Alert & Fire Zone Map - Donations to help support the Los Angeles Fire Department.

The Partnership for Inclusive Disaster Strategies - Lists of evacuation shelters and hotlines for those who are disabled and in impacted by the fires.

Los Angeles Regional Food Bank

Thread of mutual aid groups assisting through Los Angeles

CleanAirLA & MaskBloc LA - Mutual aid project to distribute free masks and respirators in the so-called Los Angeles area. They are currently taking donations for masks.

MaskBloc LA & their Mask Requests and Volunteer Interest - A form to fill out if you need masks or want to volunteer.

List of shelters, animal boarding, distribution hubs, and free items

Pacsun providng clothes and listing organizations to donate to

World Central Kitchen - Donate to support their efforts in Southern California to support first responders and families impacted by wildfires in the Los Angeles area.

Thread of organizations to donate to - Thread including links to disaster relief, firefighter aid, food banks, first responders, etc.

SoCal Wildfires: How You Can Help - Article including links and info for Californians. Links are also included in the Thread of organizations to donate to above.

Pete and Thomas Foundation supporting Pasadena Humane & LA Animal Care - How to support, injured wildlife hotline, and listed shelters for large and small animals.

Thread of GoFundMes to support people affected by the wildfires

What to keep in a grab & go bag - List of things to keep in a easily accessible bag in case of emergency evacuation.

Displaced Black Families GoFund Me Directory - Spreadsheet dedicated to black families devastated by the Altadena fires.

Advice from a survivor of the 2017 Thomas Fire on insurance, rebuilding, etc.

California Volunteers - Donate, organize, and volunteer for wildfire recovery here.

Baby2Baby Disaster Relief and Emergency Response Program - Donate to help distribute supplies to children impacted by the wildfires.

Guitar Center is replacing instruments lost as a result of the LA wildfires

Sunny Optometry is offering support to those in need of glasses, contact lenses, eye drops, face masks, and wi-fi

Stratia is offering a free place to work if you need a work space with wifi right now, and donation drop off/sorting + storage site for people who organize.

Seconds Market & their Match Donation Program - A program designed to directly connect donors with individuals affected by the LA fires.

Anti-Recidivism Coalition & their donation page - Donate to help support the incarcerated fire crews, including the 30 young men from Pine Grove currently out fighting the LA fires.

Spreadsheet of Free Mental Health Services for the LA Wildfire Crisis

Tips from an attorney on dealing with insurance companies

County of LA Vital and Property Records Access - LA County residents directly impacted by the fires can request property and vital records free of charge to help with recovery efforts.

Azay in Little Tokyo, LA - Donate to help provide free meals to evacuees, first responders, volunteers, folks who can’t leave their homes, and their houseless neighbors.

[kxsagi]

hihii can i req reader that is like academically smart but is also very naive at the same time?? reader would probably fall for the most obvious clickbait or something feel free to do with any bllk characters (especially sae 💋💋) thank youu but also feel free to ignore this if you don't want it

“𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦”

a/n: i read rage bait instead of click bait after writing everything, but decided to keep it since it’s still fitting 😭

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, kaiser michael, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, karasu tabito

isagi yoichi

“you���re literally smarter than me, so why are you fighting with an anime profile picture?” 

you’re writing a full essay in the comments under a rage bait post that says “math is fake and only lazy people like numbers.” 

“love. they want you to argue. that’s the whole point. it’s bait.” 

you, while typing aggressively: “it’s the principle.” 

isagi literally has to pry the phone out of your hands. 

“they’re trolling. why are you citing academic sources in a thread about flat earth?” 

alternates between being impressed and deeply concerned. 

“you’re so smart it’s scary. and yet, you just fell for a post that said ‘gravity is a scam made by the big ladder.’” 

will still throw slurs under his fake account at anyone that tries to come after you. 

itoshi rin

“get off the internet. log off. i’m blocking you from twitter.” 

you: reading a post that says “the mitochondria isn’t real.” 

also you: seeing red. 

he watches you scroll past rage bait like, “no... don't take the bait... dammit.” 

“you know better. you literally know better.” 

gets mad with you but refuses to engage. 

he’s just staring at you spiraling over a troll who said “logic is fake” and muttering, “wtf is wrong with this generation.” 

turns off your wifi like a concerned parent. 

“you’re not arguing with someone named @cattboysupreme69. go read a book.” 

kaiser michael

“you’re falling for rage bait again, huh? i love this dumb little hobby of yours.” 

finds it hilarious that you get so fired up over random garbage takes. 

literally records you pacing and ranting about how “emotions are valid sources of decision making, actually.” 

“schatz, you’re a valedictorian. why are you beefing with someone who said ‘plants don’t have feelings so vegans are evil’?” 

fully encourages it for fun. 

“no, no, quote them. let’s go viral.” 

brags to his teammates like, “my girl’s a genius and also beefing with half of conspiracy tik tok. goals.” 

secretly reports every troll you argue with behind the scenes. he’s protective in a petty, passive-aggressive way. 

itoshi sae

“this is why i hate people. and also why you shouldn’t be online unsupervised.” 

you fell into a rage trap that said “women don’t belong in STEM.” 

sae, watching you rage-type a dissertation just said, “block them and move on.” 

you: “no. they need to be educated.” 

he takes your phone. 

“they don’t. they have 12 followers and use comic sans unironically.” 

quietly annoyed but impressed that you always come with facts. 

lowkey reads your arguments later and thinks, “damn. my girl snapped.” 

would absolutely start threatening people if they get too bold with you. 

“she might be arguing like it’s a thesis defense, but if any of you make her cry, i’m breaking your nose.” 

shidou ryusei

“babe, you’re smart as hell, but you’re also fighting with rage bait like it personally insulted your dog.” 

thinks it’s hilarious. 

“they said books are just dead trees. you really gonna let that slide?” 

you: frothing with rage “i will not let that slide.” 

shidou: eating popcorn and hyping you up “go off, professor! educate their ass!” 

he will 100% jump in and start trolling with you. 

“yo, babe, say something about their spelling. that always pisses ‘em off.” 

gives you an award when you get someone to delete their comment. 

“queen behavior. love that for you.” 

nagi seishiro

“can we not. like ever. please.” 

the most done every time you scream: “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE SUN ISN’T A STAR AND IT’S A PLANET?!” 

he just wants to play games, not watch you get into a 14-comment back-and-forth with a dude named @trumpfan420. 

“you’re literally a genius. why are you arguing with people who think australia doesn’t exist?” 

lies on your lap and sighs dramatically. 

“you’re lucky you’re cute when you’re mad.” 

secretly proud of how well you school people, though. 

once tried to help you argue but got bored after one sentence. 

“i told them ‘L’ and left.” 

mikage reo

“you’re academically brilliant. and also very online. it’s like watching an intellectual gladiator fight trolls.” 

every time he hears “REO. THEY SAID SHAKESPEARE WAS MID.” he already knows what’s happening. 

you’re pacing around the house, typing furiously, quoting sonnets and throwing in stats. 

“you’re smarter than the entire room but still letting a 14-year-old with a controversial hot take ruin your night.” 

he makes tea and sits beside you while you rage. 

“need a bibliography link, baby?” 

lowkey brags to others: “yeah my girl just flamed a whole subreddit with APA formatting.” 

you’re his little chaos genius and he loves it. 

“you’re going to be a nobel prize winner and twitter’s most feared debater at the same time.” 

karasu tabito

“you’re out here fighting for your life against rage bait and i’m living for it.” 

watches you with popcorn like it’s live TV. 

“ohhh here they go. someone said philosophy is just overpriced poetry. let’s gooo.” 

he fully instigates sometimes. 

“babe, someone said gravity isn’t real. thoughts?” 

you start ranting, and he just grins like an agent of chaos. 

“why are you like this?” 

“why are you like this?” 

says he’ll block the trolls for you. ends up ratioing them with memes instead. 

y’all are the duo that trolls the trolls and then drops a full essay for fun. 

if anyone dares say “women can’t argue,” karasu just goes, “you sure about that?” and lets you annihilate them in 5k characters. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[exweirdkid]

too sweet 𐙚 abby anderson

a/n: smut!! fingering & oral (r|receiving), implied strap usage // men & minors dni!

imagine being a fem little girlblogger in all of your free time. always at the library, or a local coffee shop, leeching off of the free wifi just to make girly posts on tumblr. the pretty blonde barista stands nervously behind the counter, glancing up at you every now and then.

abby writes her number on your cup that day, and keeps her phone within earshot so she can be the first to hear the beautiful ding of your phone texting hers.

you talk, and talk, and talk, and eventually you're texting so much you don't have any time for your girlblog. you know how much you love being girly and creative and how easy it is to do it online, so you offer to stop by the cafe so when abby clocks out you can leave together.

something about being so feminine around such a boulder of a woman makes you clench around nothing all night, until abby finally clocks out.

on the drive to her little apartment, you can't help but rub your thighs together, trying not to alert abby to the growing wet spot in your panties. you chew on your lip, hoping for a moment of peace as abby pulls into her parking spot.

if abby noticed, she never gave you any indication of it.

inside, abby presses a heavy kiss on your lips before she changes and settles into the couch. you feel the throbbing in your cunt grow heavier, louder, as she casually spreads out on the couch.

"coming?" she asks, and you can't help inwardly shrink at the double entendre.

there is a lazy, bored smirk pulling at her lips as you sit beside her, clearly worked up and just begging for relief.

"what's on your mind?" she questions, as if unaware of the flush of your cheeks and the heat radiating from you. she flicks through netflix boringly.

you shrug, words failing as that incessant clench of your cunt around nothing nearly chokes you. you manage to whisper, "just thinking."

"about?"

the glint in her eyes sparks something deep within you—in a place only she's ever touched. no way were you going to let her win this easy.

"i haven't blogged a lot recently, i might have to stop at the cafe tomorrow, too."

"are you sure its for the blog?" she raises a brow. "i think i saw your eyes on me more than your computer screen."

"so why don't you do something about it, anderson?"

"cause i think i want to hear you say it first." she drops one of her hands to your thighs. she grasps a handful of the flesh and squeezes it before smoothing your skin flat

"i-" she squeezes your thigh again, tight, before her fingers drift higher. you swallow hard.

she drops her head so that her lips are right by your ear. "if you say it i'll fuck you right here."

"i want you to. please." you sound desperate as you finally answer.

"want me to what?" the tips of her fingers ghost along the apex of your thighs. your throat tightens.

you inhale sharply as she puts pressure right above your clit. she removes it as soon as a wave of pleasure fills your belly. "jesus, abby. i want you to fuck me."

her lips ghost your earlobe before she begins placing soft kisses along the side of your face, your cheek, your lips, your neck. as she trails lower, she slides further down the couch. your breath catches in your throat as she presses your back against the arm of the couch.

"that's all you had to say, baby. wasn't that hard, right?"

you shake your head desperately, shimmying your pants to your ankles as she settles her thick hands on your thighs. you nearly choke at the sight of abby already splitting you open just by being in between your legs.

she squeezes your thigh in reassurance before her tongue ghosts your panty-covered core. you whine. it's so good, but nowhere near enough for you. she kitten licks your cunt once more before she flattens her tongue against you. her hands hook under your ass, thumbs pressing your inner thighs away from your heat.

with one finger, she pulls your ruined panties to the side, almost marveling at the sight of you dripping before her.

she wastes no time before diving in, tongue exploring and caressing every fold and crevice of your hot mound. you can't help but whine and moan, can't hold it in anymore. you've been pent up all day, you and abby know it isn't going to be much more before your first orgasm.

she pulls your hips impossibly closer to her face just as she dips her tongue into your dripping hole. a heavy moan rips through you as she works the thick muscle in and out again. her nose rubs up against your clit so perfectly you thread your fingers through her hair.

she groans as you tug her hair, the sound reverberating through your cunt. you moan again, bucking your hips against her.

when she removes her tongue from you, you feel the pad of her middle finger press against your warmth. she circles your clit with her tongue as she slides her finger in.

she works it in slowly as you tug harder at her hair. she lets you grind into her face, whimpering and whining for the release you've wanted all day.

"such a good girl waiting for me, asking me so nicely." abby mutters, hardly able to take her mouth off your pussy long enough to get the sentence out.

you moan sharply as she presses another finger into you. "please, abby—" she works the two in and out of you, feeling your walls clench tight on her.

"so fucking wet for me."

you can't find it in you to but do anything but sob as she sucks on your clit and curls her fingers deep in you. you are so, so close. you could see stars behind your eyes and feel the heat of your climax as she pounds into your sensitive spot.

"my pretty girl." and you nearly break.

you come with a shout, abby's hand never stopping, her tongue still on your clit. you buck your hips against her and ride out every delicious wave of pleasure that hits you until you ache and have to wrap your hand around abby's to get her to stop pounding into you.

"so fucking pretty, baby." abby leaves sloppy kisses against your thighs, cleaning your release with her tongue before catching you in a soft kiss, still tasting of you. "c'mon, open up, pretty."

her wet fingers press against your lips and you open your mouth for her, letting her slip her fingers inside. you lick yourself off her fingers, savoring the weight of her on your tongue, the taste of you.

as she leans forward and presses her covered cunt against yours, you feel a bulge tickle your clit.

"are you thinking what i'm thinking?" she asks teasingly, pulling her fingers from your mouth.

[kathlare]

Hii I love your stories!! could we please get a chapter with Lando and Amelie back on stream since Lando streamed last night? Pleasee with a lot of fluff and cute moments

Thank you so much for your request and all the love!! 💖 Here it is — a new chapter with Lando and Amelie back on stream together, full of fluff and cute little moments just like you asked 🫶 I really hope you like it!! And as always, if you have any other requests or ideas you’d like to see, feel free to send them my way anytime! 💌

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Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: A lively evening unfolds as Lando hosts a high-energy game stream with his friends, filled with teasing and laughter. Amidst the chaos, a calm, tender moment breaks through when a special guest quietly joins him, shifting the night’s mood to warmth and closeness.

Wordcount: 5.1 k

Warnings: none

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June 4th, 2025 - Barcelona, Spain

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stelladayman: me n my fav tomato 🍅 → ameliedayman: @stelladayman never letting you leave my suitcase again

stelladayman: red set supremacy 🔥 → chilliwilli19: @stelladayman you were SERVING in that pic too ok don’t be shy → sunnyamelie: @stelladayman stella’s back in her wag era and i’m here for it

landonorris: the red set should be illegal → maxfewtrell: @landonorris bro be real she had you tripping in sector 3 after that mirror selfie → landonorris: @maxfewtrell i’m in my lover boy era let me live

elysiadayman: that white dress pic is HELD ON MY FRIDGE → ameliedayman: @elysiadayman that’s because you’re obsessed with me

lanmeliesupremacy: literally she could post crumbs and i’d still eat them up → f1girlmads: @lanmeliesupremacy we’re all just peasants in the dayman monarchy → lanmeliesupremacy: @f1girlmads she’s queen of my serotonin

chaoticwags: this is a “my bf just won monaco and i’m glowing in spain” soft flex → noricharm: @chaoticwags her WAG aura is unbeatable rn

carlosisfast: ok but did she even go to watch the RACE or just do an editorial → sunnygridgirl: @carlosisfast she did both. some of us multitask ✨

floralsinsector1: the fruit stand pic feels like an indie film still

gridbabieee: RHODE PRODUCTS, RED HANDBAG, WHITE DRESS = she’s a color-coded queen → pitlaneprincessa: @gridbabieee i see the vision and the vision is glossier meets ferrari

oscarpiastri: i was there and i didn’t even get a jamón plate invite → ameliedayman: @oscarpiastri bc i like you but not that much

hatepage323: she’s only relevant bc of lando lol → lanmeliearmy: @hatepage323 say that louder so we can all block you faster 💅 → sunshineandsector2: @hatepage323 babe she literally has more range than your wifi

alex_albon: tapas were mid → ameliedayman: @alex_albon alex you ate like 4 plates

georgerussell63: where’s my invite to the fruit stand → ameliedayman: @georgerussell63 earn it 🫶

ninalando44: her taking script notes on the floor in her little yellow dress?? WIFE → downshiftangel: @ninalando44 she’s multitasking like she’s not breaking the grid with her outfits too

lando4evaaa: she’s not a wag she’s the whole grid → pitlaneeditor: @lando4evaaa wags wish. amelie runs the paddock rn → amelieislife: @pitlaneeditor respectfully? they all just guests in her spanish era

monacowasbetter: this is why no one took her seriously before lando → softamelia: @monacowasbetter and now? she’s getting paid to do what you tweet from your mom’s couch about xoxo

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The sun was warm in that perfect early-June way, kissing the cobblestone streets of Barcelona with golden light as Amelie walked beside Sav, oversized sunglasses perched on her nose and a cold bottle of water in hand. Her hair, freshly dyed back to that bright, signature blonde, caught the sun with every step, bouncing as she laughed at something Sav had said.

Two security guards trailed discreetly behind them, letting the women wander freely down Passeig de Gràcia, popping in and out of boutiques, while the city buzzed quietly around them.

Savannah—Lando’s sister-in-law, unofficial big sister #3 in Amelie’s growing collection—linked her arm with hers as they stepped out of a shop, a little Zara Home bag swinging from her fingers.

—Okay, but hear me out,— Sav started, giving her a pointed look, —you need that linen set from Mango. It’s giving "I live in Monaco and make fresh orange juice for my hot boyfriend while he sleeps off a Grand Prix win."—

—Okay but I do live in Monaco with my hot boyfriend now,— Amelie grinned, eyes sparkling as they crossed the street, the warm breeze ruffling the hem of her sundress. —I just don’t make him orange juice. Yet.—

—Yet,— Sav echoed dramatically. —Look at you, all domestic and shit. You know I was actually surprised it didn’t happen sooner.—

Amelie flushed lightly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. —I think I was scared. Not of living together, just… how real it makes everything, you know?—

Sav gave her a knowing look. —Ames. You’ve been in love with that man since, what, 2020?—

—Don’t,— Amelie laughed, shoving her gently. —He was just a really cute friend who made me laugh and looked good in a headset.—

—Babe. You used to smile so stupidly at your phone when he texted that even Checo noticed. That man misses nothing.—

Amelie groaned, hiding her face behind her water bottle. —This is bullying. Public bullying.—

—It’s sisterhood.—

They passed a flower stall, the scent of peonies and sun-warmed roses drifting around them. Amelie slowed, eyes catching on a bouquet of wildflowers that reminded her of the little ones growing on the edge of the cliffs in Monaco. Her new home. Their home.

—But I’m really excited,— she said after a moment, voice softer now. —Like, waking up next to him every day? Coming home and finding his shoes in the middle of the hallway even though I told him not to leave them there? I want all of it.—

Sav smiled, a little misty-eyed. —You deserve it. Both of you. I watched Lando go through some very dumb years, but he’s never been more himself than he is with you. And I’m not just saying that because my kids are literally obsessed with you.—

—They’re my girls,— Amelie grinned, eyes lighting up instantly. —Mila asked me last week if I could be her "real tia" now. I almost cried in the middle of FaceTime.—

—Athena said she wants to live with you when she grows up. Sorry to break it to Lando, but you’ve officially replaced us.—

Amelie laughed, biting her lip. —They’re so… pure. Being around them makes everything quieter. Like the noise in my head slows down.—

Sav’s smile faded just slightly, warmth still in her voice as she asked, —Is that why you’re doing better? With the food?—

Amelie blinked, surprised, then nodded. —Yeah. That and… Lan. He’s really patient. Like, annoyingly so sometimes. He knows when to say something and when not to. I feel safe with him. In ways I didn’t think I’d ever feel again.—

—You’re glowing,— Sav said softly. —Not just the hair, although that blonde is back, bitch.—

Amelie laughed again. —Thanks. Primavera’s this weekend, so you know I had to go full power-blonde.—

—Iconic behavior. You know Mila’s going to try to sneak into the festival, right? She said she wants to “be backstage and wear sparkles like Ames.”—

—She can. I’ll smuggle her in my dressing room.—

—You’re gonna be such a good mum one day,— Sav said suddenly, surprising her.

Amelie’s breath caught.

—I want to be,— she said, almost shy. —Not now, but… yeah. I do. Especially if they look like Lando did when he was little. That baby picture of him in his gokart? My weakness. He had these big cheeks and that serious face like he was already plotting world domination.—

Sav laughed. —He really was a grumpy little old man in a toddler’s body. No wonder you’re obsessed.—

—It’s kind of embarrassing. I’ll just scroll through baby photos of him sometimes when I can’t sleep. And then I think, “Okay, but imagine that but like… ours.”—

—Stop, I’m gonna cry in the middle of Barcelona.—

Amelie smiled at her, then looked down at her own fingers, toying with the edge of the paper bag in her hand.

—I know it’s not time yet. We still have dreams, y’know? He wants that championship. I have tours, movies, music. We’ve only just started figuring out how to be together after all these years of missed chances. But the idea’s there. The maybe. And that’s enough right now.—

Sav looped her arm tighter through Amelie's and gave it a little squeeze, her smile fond and proud all at once.

—That’s the best kind of maybe,— she said gently. —The kind that doesn’t rush you but still makes your heart race when you think about it. And you’re right, you guys have so much life to live just the two of you first. But I’m not gonna lie, Amelie… I can already see him holding your hand in a delivery room with tears in his eyes and you threatening to break his fingers.—

Amelie let out a loud laugh, drawing the brief attention of a couple passing by. —God, that is so us. I'd be like, “Lando, if you say one more word I will murder you right here in front of the nurse.”—

Sav was laughing too, almost doubled over. —Exactly! And then three hours later you’d both be crying and swaddling a baby girl who looks just like you but has his pouty little mouth and dramatic eyebrows.—

Amelie made a face. —Don’t say that. I can feel my ovaries plotting a coup.—

—Join the club. I got pregnant with Mila just because Oli looked at me like he wanted a dog and then said, “Or we could try for a baby?” Men are too powerful when they know we’re in love with them.—

They stepped into a little artisan jewelry shop, the air inside cooler and smelling faintly of wood and lavender. Amelie drifted toward a display of delicate gold rings, turning one over between her fingers.

—You think we’re moving too fast?— she asked suddenly, her voice soft, not really looking up.

Sav shook her head. —No. You’ve been circling each other for years, Ames. I think this is exactly the pace you need. Not a sprint, not a crawl, just… finally walking together in the same direction.—

Amelie’s heart swelled with that. She slipped the ring onto her finger, testing the fit absently. It sparkled a little too perfectly under the light.

—He keeps calling the new place ours. Not “my place” or even “the apartment.” It’s always ours. I didn’t think that would matter so much but… it does.—

Sav smiled. —He’s never shared anything like this before. That boy lives out of suitcases and hotel rooms, and suddenly he’s hanging up art and asking if the kitchen needs new pans. He’s not just making room for you, he’s making a home with you. There’s a difference.—

Amelie swallowed, emotions catching in her throat unexpectedly.

—And I know you’re scared,— Sav added, reading her without even looking. —Because it’s big. And when you’ve been through the kind of pain you have, letting someone all the way in feels like handing them a loaded gun and saying “please don’t shoot.” But he won’t. He won’t, Ames. You’re safe with him.—

Amelie nodded, blinking quickly. —I know. It’s just… sometimes I catch him looking at me like I’m made of glass and I want to shake him and tell him I’m not going to break.—

Sav’s smile softened. —That’s not fear. That’s reverence. You’re the girl he dreamed about long before you ever called him Lan.—

They paid for the ring—Sav insisting on gifting it to her with a wink and a “pre-engagement present, don’t tell him”—and stepped back out into the sunlit street, bags swinging on their arms, the sounds of Barcelona rising around them.

They turned into a little café with white awnings and a scattering of tables under lemon trees. Their guards took positions nearby, giving them space. Amelie sank into her seat, resting her sunglasses on top of her head, eyes glinting in the afternoon light.

—You know, I used to think I wasn’t cut out for forever with someone,— she said suddenly, looking at the little lemon slices floating in her water. —Like I was too complicated or too much or not enough. But with Lan… I don’t know. He makes forever feel simple.—

Sav reached across the table, linking their pinkies for a moment. —That’s how you know it’s real. Not when it’s easy, but when it’s clear. And you two? You’ve been endgame since 2020. You just took the scenic route.—

Amelie smiled, radiant and content. She could already imagine herself curled up on their sofa in Monaco, Lando half-asleep beside her, Benny climbing over his lap while Björn knocked something off the kitchen counter in protest.

The maybe would wait. For now, this was everything.

And honestly?

She wouldn’t change a thing.

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ln4champion: LANDO IS LIVE ON TWITCH. OH MY GOD.

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landofthelanmelie: he streamed once and immediately mentioned “my girlfriend” like boy we KNOW 😭 → ameliespinkbag: @landofthelanmelie he missed us but missed her more be fr 😭🫶

chaoticwags: him giggling at his phone every 5 mins like we don’t know it’s Amelie texting → norismilf: @chaoticwags the way he lights up is so unserious 😭 let them be obsessed

wagscentral: lanmelie coded twitch streams are my love language

quadrantcrush: WHO LET HIM BE THIS CUTE AGAIN → lanmeliesupportgroup: @quadrantcrush amelie. amelie let him.

daymaniac: twitch chat if amelie joins: 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ → stellaapproved: @daymaniac Lando will log off so fast lmao

fruitplatefan: if he says “babe” out loud i’m throwing my laptop → wagsarewinning: @fruitplatefan same girl i got my funeral playlist ready 💀

softforlan: remember when he pretended he was too busy to stream? it was always her. it was always amelie

chaoticwags: if she walks in on stream wearing his hoodie i’m gonna bark → norisimp: @chaoticwags the lanmelie jump scare we’ve been WAITING for

quadrantdoll: he said “hi guys” and my depression cleared for 0.2 seconds → notmclarenadmin: @quadrantdoll same but then the mic glitched and it came back

lanmeliearchives: someone in chat just asked if Amelie’s there and he BLUSHED i’m gonna throw up → camupdates: @lanmeliearchives he was like “maybe 😳” BOY BE SERIOUS

mclarenmama: how is he still a gamer when he has a whole literal goddess girlfriend?? → crashqueen: @mclarenmama dual wielding mouse + gf hand 😭

norrispilled: he really chose us over date night with Amelie… we won → mclanmelie: @norrispilled no bc he’s lowkey scared of her and still said “just for a bit guys 🧍‍♂️” 💀

chaoticwags: he just said “she’s at dinner” bro you miss her say it with your chest 😭

wifey4lando: he keeps checking his phone mid-stream he’s def texting her → formulapookie: @wifey4lando the “yes i ate” text is being sent in real time

amebbyfanclub: lando without amelie on stream feels like when your friend’s gf can’t make it to the group hang → pitwallpsycho: @amebbyfanclub like yeah it’s fun but… where’s the sparkle

n4rryfan: no Amelie, no hoodie, no vibes 😔

amesinparis: he said “she’s busy” like he’s not down bad and missing her every 3 seconds 😭 → lanfan888: @amesinparis he was THIS close to playing her music on stream don’t lie

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The stream had been live for barely twenty minutes, but the chat was already unhinged.

landonorris: 🟢 LIVE - im gamin Viewer count: 132k

Lando was sat in a black hoodie, hair a little messy and headset slightly crooked, with Connor next to him, both hunched over their screens, Escape from Tarkov in full chaotic swing.

—He's behind the box! He’s behind the f... CONNOR, YOU’RE BLIND,— Lando yelled, slamming a fist on his desk as shots exploded through their headphones.

—I’M NOT BLIND YOU DIDN’T CALL IT— —YOU WERE LOOKING AT HIM— —HE WAS CROUCHED LIKE A LITTLE GOBLIN—

Max’s voice crackled through Discord, dry and amused from wherever the hell in the world he was playing. —You two sound like a married couple. I'm gonna mute you both.—

Lando was mid-eye-roll when the suite’s door opened.

His head whipped around.

The chat caught it immediately.

DID YALL SEE HIS HEAD SNAP 🚨GUEST ALERT🚨 oh he heard THE voice AMELIE??????

—What the fuck was that reaction— Connor started, already turning in his seat to look toward the door too.

But it wasn’t Amelie.

It was Oliver first, Lando’s older brother, stepping inside with a bottle of sparkling water and a half-eaten bag of popcorn. Niccolò followed close behind, tossing his keys into the bowl near the entrance like he lived there. Which, to be fair, he kind of did whenever Amelie and Lando were in town.

—Oi, you’re streaming?— Oliver asked, already grinning as he stepped into frame, catching the webcam’s angle.

—Mate, warn me next time. I’m not dressed for 130k people,— Nic muttered, though he looked perfectly fine in his linen shirt and that Italian nonchalance he wore like cologne.

Lando shook his head, smiling even as he flicked a glance at the screen. —Say hi to the internet, lads.—

—Sup, internet,— Oliver said, giving the camera a little salute. —Connor still blind?—

—Absolutely,— Max deadpanned from Discord.

Connor threw both hands up. —I literally saved your ass last round, don’t even start.—

Before the argument could continue, the door creaked open again and Sav entered, pulling off her earrings as she kicked her shoes off by the door.

—Hellooo boys,— she said with a lazy wave, walking in behind the others. —God, I forgot how loud you lot are when you’re trying to kill pretend people.—

Lando laughed. —You survived dinner, then? Where’s Ames?—

And that was it.

All three of them—Oliver, Niccolò, and Sav—exchanged glances, immediately smirking.

Sav leaned against the back of his chair, eyebrow raised. —Of course that’s the first thing you ask.—

—Didn’t even say hi to me,— Oliver added with a mock pout.

—She went to the bathroom, loverboy,— Nic supplied, plopping down on the edge of the bed. —Relax. You’ll see her in like two minutes. Or are you gonna combust before then?—

The chat was having an absolute meltdown.

WHERE IS SHE HE’S SO GONE FOR HER I REPEAT, HE SAID ‘WHERE’S AMES’ BEFORE ‘HI SAV’

Lando flipped them all off—both in the room and on stream—without looking away from his monitor.

—I literally just wanted to make sure she didn’t fall into the hotel pool or something. Chill.—

Sav snorted. —You mean the same pool that’s twenty stories below us and locked behind two gates? Right.—

They were still teasing when Connor got gunned down in-game with a scream.

—DUDE! NO! I was organizing my inventory!— Connor groaned, throwing his head back dramatically.

Lando barely survived five seconds longer before a grenade exploded nearby and took him out too. —Fuck’s sake. Max, you better clutch or I’m banning you from the group.—

—You die every time and still act like this is my fault,— Max replied dryly.

Now dead, Lando and Connor spun their chairs toward the others as they waited for Max to either finish the round or die.

Oliver tossed a pillow at Lando. —So. Dinner was chaos. Amelie couldn’t take two steps without someone asking for a picture.—

—Not kidding,— Nic added. —Even the chef came out and asked for a selfie. Then the manager brought her a plate to sign. A fucking plate.—

—She signed it like a rockstar,— Sav grinned proudly. —Gold Sharpie and everything. I think they’re gonna frame it in the kitchen.—

Lando chuckled, but his eyes flicked toward the hallway as footsteps padded closer.

And then, finally, the door opened again.

The chat exploded.

BLONDEEEEEE SHE’S BACKKKK MOTHER IS MOTHERING LANDO IS SILENT. SILENCED. GONE. look at his FACE bro

Amelie walked in, glowing from the day—blonde hair falling in soft waves past her shoulders, skin sunkissed from the Barcelona sun. She was still wearing the outfit from dinner: a silky champagne-toned mini dress with a low back, hugging her just enough to make Connor whisper “oh my god” under his breath before Sav smacked his arm.

—Hi,— she said casually, like she wasn’t derailing the entire stream with her presence. She made her way to the dresser, grabbing the hoodie she’d left earlier and shrugging it on over her dress.

Lando swiveled in his chair, staring like a man in a trance. —You look…—

—Hot, yeah, we know,— Amelie grinned as she leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, her hand brushing his jaw. —Hi, baby.—

He blinked, visibly flustered. —Hi.—

—Hi chat,— she added, peeking at the camera over his shoulder and giving a small wave. —Please be nice to him. He’s sensitive.—

The comments were flying.

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII HE’S SENSITIVE 😭😭😭😭 she kissed him I’m gonna die actually what do we call this look? devour era? AND SHE’S BLONDE AGAIN WE WON

—Just grabbing clothes. You boys keep yelling at each other, I’ll be back in a sec,— she said, already halfway to the ensuite.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, Lando exhaled like he’d been holding his breath the entire time.

Connor laughed. —Jesus Christ, dude. You need a glass of water? Or a minute alone?—

—Shut up,— Lando muttered, cheeks tinged red.

—Can’t wait for your sim card to fry when she walks back in wearing your hoodie and nothing else,— Max deadpanned from the headphones.

The boys howled with laughter.

Lando just grinned, the kind of smile that said yeah, he’d gladly combust for her.

And judging by the chat, the entire internet would go with him.

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lanmelieupdates: SHE’S HEREEE 😭😭 Amelie just popped up in Lando’s stream, gave him a kiss and dipped like nothing happened 😭 the way he blushed??? we're not okay. LANMELIE LIVES FOR REAL 💻💋🍓

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streamsimp_: that little kiss? i’m throwing myself into the ocean → softforlanmelie: @streamsimp_ she owns that man AND his twitch stream

gridgirliee: why does lando look like a golden retriever in love i’m— → lanmeliefluff: @gridgirliee bc he IS a golden retriever in love 🥹

quadqueen: Lando forgot what game he was playing after that kiss i fear → chaoslane: @quadqueen he was buffering IRL 💀

tifosiwitch: it’s giving wife behavior → zaddiesunite: @tifosiwitch it’s giving husband reaction too 😭

mcluvmelie: their domestic era is so soft i’m crying in the club

blondeamelie: SHE KISSED HIM ON CAM AND HE SHORT-CIRCUITED 😭

softlaunchqueen: she said “hi baby” and lando’s soul left his body 😭 → gamerwifey: @softlaunchqueen he’s not coming back. rip.

chaoticwags: if MY gf looked like that i’d never stream again → norifangirl88: @chaoticwags he was fighting for his LIFE to stay focused bro 💀

wheelsonfire: the way he looked at her??? that’s “she holds my soul in her tiny little hands” energy

blessedbybjorn: did anyone else feel single watching that or was it just me → hazefangirl: @blessedbybjorn it was a personal attack actually

streamsniffer: connor, sav, oliver, and nic witnessing a romcom unfold live is the energy I crave → cringecorequeen: @streamsniffer AND THEY ALL JUST LET IT HAPPEN LMFAOOO

lanmeliesupremacy: she wore THAT dress, kissed her man, bullied the chat, then vanished. queen behavior.

blessedbybjorn: did anyone else feel single watching that or was it just me → hazefangirl: @blessedbybjorn it was a personal attack actually

streamsniffer: connor, sav, oliver, and nic witnessing a romcom unfold live is the energy I crave → cringecorequeen: @streamsniffer AND THEY ALL JUST LET IT HAPPEN LMFAOOO

lanmeliesupremacy: she wore THAT dress, kissed her man, bullied the chat, then vanished. queen behavior.

streamsnaccs: the way the boys just accepted their third wheel status instantly → thirdwheellando: @streamsnaccs even max muted himself outta respect 💀

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Hours had passed.

They were deep into their fourth or fifth round of Tarkov, the suite dark except for the harsh glow of their monitors and the occasional flash of muzzle fire. Lando was still locked in, headset on, Connor next to him arguing over loot, Max crackling through Discord.

The viewer count hadn’t dropped below six digits all night.

Lando’s hoodie sleeves were pushed to his elbows now, hair a mess from running his hands through it every time he died. His voice was a little hoarse from shouting, but he was still going strong, leaning into the chaos like it was fuel.

Connor was mid-rant about dying to a camper when the door opened again.

No one looked at first—too focused, too loud—until Max said, slightly amused —Uh. You might wanna check six, Lando.—

Lando glanced over his shoulder.

And didn’t even flinch.

He just… smiled.

The stream caught it. The little upward curl of his lips, the way his eyes softened like muscle memory, like they were programmed to respond to her.

Amelie stepped inside, barefoot and sleep-tousled, wearing one of his oversized Quadrant shirts and a pair of old McLaren shorts that had definitely been stolen from his closet. Her hair was a little messy, her face bare, cheeks flushed from sleep.

She didn’t say anything.

She didn’t have to.

Lando didn’t break focus on the game. He just leaned back slightly in his chair and nudged it out from the desk, making space.

She padded over, climbed into his lap like she’d done it a thousand times before—which, to be fair, she had—and curled into his chest, arms around his torso and face tucked into the crook of his neck.

Lando’s arms wrapped around her automatically, controller still in hand, continuing to play over her back.

—Were we too loud, baby?— he mumbled, one hand brushing lightly over her hip.

She hummed something that sounded like mmhmm and nuzzled deeper into him.

The chat went feral.

DID SHE JUST— OH MY GOD SHE’S IN HIS LAP. HIS LITERAL LAP. this is the softest stream in history “were we too loud baby” IM UNWELL the way he made room for her 😭😭😭 WHO LET HIM BE THIS BOYFRIEND

Connor didn’t even flinch anymore.

He just rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, —Here we go again.— Then louder, to no one in particular —At this point she should just have her own gaming chair.—

Lando smirked, barely glancing up as his thumb moved over the controller. —She does. It’s just... my lap.—

—Disgusting,— Max chimed in through Discord, though he sounded more amused than annoyed. —Can you two wait until I’m not bleeding out in a stairwell to be gross? Cheers.—

Lando chuckled, low and breathy, barely audible under Amelie’s sleepy murmur of —You’re warm...—

The chat went insane.

THE MULTITASKING IS CRAZY he’s cuddling and shooting people i’m crying this is what peak male performance looks like I THOUGHT THIS WAS A VIOLENT GAME WHY AM I CRYING protect her at all costs. and him. and their cats.

Amelie shifted a little, her legs draping over one of Lando’s and her hand slipping beneath his hoodie like she was trying to crawl inside his skin. Lando didn’t even blink—just adjusted slightly so she could be more comfortable, controller still perfectly in place, fingers moving with practiced precision.

—You want water or anything, Ames?— he murmured, dipping his head toward her ear.

She mumbled something again, a little incoherent, before managing: —’m good. Just needed you.—

He smiled, like that was the easiest thing in the world. —I’m right here, angel.—

Connor groaned. —Okay. Yeah. No. I’m leaving. I’m done. I’m taking fall damage just from the secondhand affection.—

—You were already trash this round anyway,— Lando said, grinning.

—You’re trash. Your KD is trash. Your girlfriend is the only good thing about this stream,— Connor snapped, gesturing toward Amelie’s very unconscious form in his lap.

Lando didn't even argue.

—True.—

The chat lost its mind again.

he didn’t even deny it 😭😭😭😭 “true.” THE CONFIDENCE she’s literally SLEEPING ON HIM mid-stream he’s GONE connor: ur trash | lando: yeah but look at my life rn 🫶 and THAT’S how you win at life

Max, ever the deadpan voice of reason, chimed in from wherever he was in the world. —I swear if she starts snoring, I’m clipping it and sending it to her label.—

—Do it and I’ll leak your DMs with that Twitch mod from two years ago,— Lando shot back without missing a beat.

Connor choked on a laugh. —OH MY GOD—

Amelie barely stirred, her fingers flexing lightly against his stomach like she was dreaming, and Lando’s entire focus momentarily flickered away from the screen and down to her.

The smile he gave her then—quiet, reverent, gentle—was caught by the webcam.

And every single person watching knew:

This wasn’t a bit. This wasn’t for show. This was real.

Lando Norris was utterly, hopelessly, stupidly in love.

And she was asleep in his lap, safe and wrapped around him like she belonged there.

i’m not crying you are love is real actually. i believe again someone check on the fan accounts they’re probably flatlined how do I uninstall feelings. this is too much. what’s the ship name again? lanmelie? it’s giving endgame.

The stream continued.

But the tone had shifted—still chaotic, still full of grenades and shouting—but somehow softer, warmer, like everyone was playing under a blanket now.

Connor sighed dramatically and leaned back in his chair. —Okay, whatever. I’ll third wheel. Again. As usual. Can we please raid the resort this time without Lando getting distracted by his literal sleepover girlfriend? Thanks.—

Lando just smiled, adjusting his grip on the controller and settling into his chair a little deeper—one arm still around the girl he loved.

—Let’s do it.—

The hours stretched on, the night deepening outside the suite’s windows, but inside the world was just theirs — pixels, laughter, and the quiet rhythm of Amelie breathing against Lando’s chest.

Connor, still trying to keep up, was muttering complaints but mostly just smiling at the scene, now thoroughly resigned to being the third wheel. Max’s voice cut through the tension from Discord one last time.

—Alright, man, I’m calling it. I can’t concentrate with your personal cuddle puddle hogging the best spot on your lap. Someone’s gotta go to bed eventually.—

Lando’s grin was lazy, warm, the kind that made the screen glow softer. He glanced down at Amelie, still nestled against him in one of his old McLaren shirts and those impossibly short shorts that gave no hints of modesty.

—Yeah, yeah. We’re done here.— He hit the ‘end stream’ button, the viewer count freezing before dropping as the broadcast went offline.

Turning to Connor, he laughed. —You’re a trooper for staying this long. But yeah, time to call it. I’ll carry Ames back to bed.—

Connor raised an eyebrow, half teasing, half impressed. —Carrying her like a princess or like she’s a sack of potatoes?—

Lando smirked, scooping Amelie carefully into his arms. She stirred a little, mumbling something indecipherable but snuggling closer.

—Like she’s the most precious thing in the world.—

Connor shook his head with a grin. —Alright, I’ll let you two be mushy. Catch you tomorrow, yeah?—

—Definitely. Good night, Connor.— Lando waved him off as the door clicked shut behind the retreating gamer.

Lando’s voice softened, eyes warm as he looked down at Amelie’s peaceful face.

—Let’s go to sleep, love. Big day tomorrow.—

She smiled sleepily against his chest, the kind of smile that said everything was exactly where she wanted to be.

He carried her down the hall, the quiet hum of the city far away, their own little world sealed tight behind the door.

And finally, the only sounds were the soft steps and the promise of rest.

[ivvyw]

Real Us? | Vinnie Hacker

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: instagram posts of the two of you

next one: love between us

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vinniehacker

liked by tarayummy, _yourusername_ and 567, 865 others

vinniehacker: hello

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_yourusername_: hi, you

user1: I’m stealing him

user2: is this man even real

user3: that’s why I pay my WiFi

user4: I love how he always includes his girl

_yourusername_

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_yourusername_: cutie pie

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vinniehacker: you’re a cutie pie, baby

user1: I’m like melting from cuteness

user2: they’re like the cutest ever

user3: I’m not even jealous. I’m just happy for them

vinniehacker

liked by reggiehacker, _yourusername_ and 897, 263 others

vinniehacker: reminder

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_yourusername_: I ❤️ my hot boyfriend

user1: I caaaan’t

user2: they’re like a sugarcane

user3: jealous

_yourusername_

liked by vinniehacker and 36, 637 others

_yourusername_: my favorites

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vinniehacker: ❤️

user1: well..

user2: they’re my favorites too

vinniehacker

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vinniehacker: stranger

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user1: ehm?

user2: this feels so different

user3: where is mine your girlfriend?

user4: I’m so worried

_yourusername_

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_yourusername_: after a while

View 6, 573 comments

user1: looking for Vinnie’s comment

user2: where is it?!

user3: I’m overthinking

user4: what’s happening

user5: help

vinniehacker

liked by tarayummy, _yourusername_ and 968, 284 others

vinniehacker: some of you might have noticed already. You were right, it’s the end. I’m so grateful for the time I could spend with the most amazing, beautiful and sweet girl. But sometimes it’s the right person, wrong time.

Please be kind to others and mainly yourself. Love you all.

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_yourusername_

liked by reggiehacker, vinniehacker and 628, 573 others

_yourusername_: A lot of you have already noticed. We haven’t posted in a while, we haven’t been seen in a while. The theories were true, we’re over. Vinnie has the most beautiful soul ever. He’s the best man I could ask for. And I’m so grateful for being able to share my past with him.

The love between us was sweet and unique, but some things just aren’t the way we want them to be. Love you all.

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thank you soo much for reading!

yeah, it’s angst 😋

I hope you like it tho ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

I enjoy making these so much, should I continue?

Please let me know!

[nanamiskentos]

r/AsksReddit | Help! I think I accidentally summoned the King of Curses ! ⌦ part one of ?

💬 hi reddit, i know this sounds fake but i swear on my life it's true. i was just messing around with this prank book my friends got me last christmas and it had some 'ancient' summoning spells in it. i didn't even think it would work but there's a 7ft demon looking guy sitting on my couch and i don't know how to get rid of him.

Sorry, this post has been removed by moderators of r/AsksReddit. MOD: Please ask real and serious questions, thank you.

💬 update! the mods removed my post but i'm genuinely telling the truth here. anyway, it turns out that by summoning him, i think i bound us together for eternity. sukuna (that's his name) isn't that bad and he's kinda like a big, lazy cat.

u/9to5exorcist : Ryomen Sukuna? Are you quite sure? u/tenshadowsanimalcrossing : You're joking, no way u summoned sukuna lmfao. u/you : not joking! i took him grocery shopping today! u/SixEyesSensei : dm me asap!!!! please!!!!!!!!!!!!!

inspired by @kasukuna and the most amazing dumbass boyfriend!sukuna fics 🤎

absolutely refuses to use your furniture properly. sukuna insults your apartment for at least 2 whole days and calls it a sad, little domain. he has no idea what paying rent is like in this economy. lounges across the couch with all four arms spread, sits on the kitchen counters, and insists on rearranging your entire living room spread so he can move around it easier.

now you're constantly sleep deprived by having this deadbeat, massive behemoth of an awful flatmate. sukuna keeps telling you that he's a medieval sorcerer, someone who flattened entire clans and mountains but it's hard to take him seriously when he keeps hitting his head on your low ceilings. he's always so loud around the apartment, complaining about how boring it is for him to be stuck and bound to you forever. if you're a university student or just someone who's employed, he thinks he's being helpful by offering to curse your professors/employees.

you have to beg him to get some real clothes. you're slowly getting used to the anatomically strange sight of a 7ft man with four arms, but you know that others are going to call the police. he's usually wondering around your apartment and loitering in his loose, wide pants. nothing else, not even a shirt. occasionally sukuna will drape a cloak around his torso but you have to basically wrestle a baggy shirt over his head. and he bites you, at least thrice.

refuses to help clean, and claims he's very much above menial labour. one day, you threaten to leave sukuna hungry if he doesn't contribute for at least five minutes. he begrudgingly starts picking up after himself, but not before bestowing you with the ugliest death threats of all time.

sukuna is the very definition of a lazy freeloader. well, you told him to be useful and get a job, but then the idea of him causing more problems and insurance paperwork later made you break out in a cold sweat. so he usually spends his hours just loitering around your apartment, and draining your resources. never puts dishes in the sink and still doesn't grasp the concept of a fridge so he's always leaving the door open.

but he is very curious about modern day life. seems like the world has really moved ahead in the one thousand years that sukuna hasn't walked the earth. asks a million questions about wifi, the internet, a phone, streaming services and so on. he will be the last to admit it but he loves trashy reality television, and he enjoys watching 'pathetic humans squabbling over pathetic things'. has an ugly, evil-ass laugh that wakes up your neighbours at 3am.

after weeks of being cooped up in your apartment, he starts complaining. loudly. stomping around and getting even nastier, to the point where you have to give in. he tells you that he is no house pet, and if you don't let him outside, he will go anyway and have his own fun. god help you, sukuna's idea of fun in the big city will involve blood and destruction so you relent and prep him with a million rules that he ignores.

has a beef with a bunch of birds that sit outside your apartment every morning. definitely the type of weirdo that glares back at birds and throws rocks at them. backfired, because the entire swarm started flocking around him. but you did promise him that you'd let him go outside, so you decide to start with somewhere easy. grocery shopping.

already impressed with the idea of grocery shopping and parking lots. has no clue why humans would cram their 'carriages' in one place, and has no concept of traffic laws. you try patiently explaining that these cars weigh tonnes of metal and they can really injure a person. sukuna's pretty confident that no car could ever even scratch him. cue the big delivery truck that almost runs him down.

completely fascinated by sliding doors. it's already embarrassing enough being outside with a loud, rude tank with pink hair and tattoos. but now he's holding up gruntled customers trying to figure out what enchantment allows glass to move so smoothly on its own. keeps stepping back and forth in front of them to watch them open and close. almost breaks them with the strength of just one cracked fingers before you plead with him to keep moving.

sukuna encounters an escalator for the first time and refuses to step on it, and vows to bash in the head of the little kid who gave him a big side eye. after five minutes of arguing, he finally steps onto the moving belt and almost tilts off-balance, but he's got a tattooed hand practically gripping the side for dear life.

literally the biggest hater when he's inside properly. makes snarky remarks about how this flashy bazaar can't possibly be for real merchants who respect the trade. you try to show him the different types of stores, but he's more interested in people watching. loud people-watching. you almost go home when sukuna asks another man why he's swallowing wet balls. hint: it was an innocent guy having bubble tea.

entirely interested in new fruits and vegetables that he's never seen before. but he'll pretend he doesn't give a flying fuck. has taken a deep liking to tomatoes, and comments that these delicious, tasty red globes were not around during his era. sukuna thinks colourful cereal boxes are the worst things to ever happen to mankind, and you fear that you gave him too much internet access when he sneers at you for picking up a box of froot loops - suddenly muttering things about artificial and fake foods with fake flavours.

baffled by the concept of frozen food, and wonders what sort of jujutsu keeps the meat cold and fresh? practically wide-eyed when he reaches the butcher's stand until you tell him that 'no, sukuna. you can't buy steak and eat it raw here. we have to get home and cook it.' he's just happy to see the deli. he opens the freezer and fridge doors for too long and lets all the cold out.

he has no concept of modern money or a credit card. insists that there is no need to trade for these goods, and he can just take what he wants. you believe him but you're trying to avoid the mall police, but he just stands behind with his arms crossed, while you sigh and take out your credit card to pay at the self checkout.

sukuna refuses to sit still at the food court, and towers over the poor workers. demands to know how the food is made, "is it poisoned? who are your chefs?" the poor teenager working the kebab store has to call the manager to get this fiend of a man to back off. he's able to polish off a doner kebab in two, nasty bites. refuses to carry any of your shopping bags and claims that he's not a mule. you remind him that he put in five tubs of ice creams and two watermelons, and he begrudgingly slings the lightest bag over his shoulder and leaves you to haul the rest up.

but who knew the key to keeping your local king of curses happy was to just simply take him out for a walk? sukuna seems more energised (while you feel like death warmed over) and he's already tearing open a bag of your favourite crisps, insisting that next time he will be able to conquer this 'shopping centre' properly and rule it with ease.

[beat-the-morning]

🖤Common Stage || Hozier x Reader🖤

READ ON TUMBLR UNDER CUT || READ ON AO3

Rating: 18+ || smut

Tags: coming in pants, cum eating, cum swallowing, face-fucking, oral sex (both receiving), semi-public humiliation, hand jobs (in the dressing room), tour bus sex

No beta we die like the poor thing in the road

Summary: You tease Andrew too much before a show and he cums on stage, he makes you make it up to him.

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Sorry for not posting for a month, it will happen again. Probably. I hope not. But you know me so :/ anyway enjoy :) also that suit in the picture is the one he wears in the fic :)

💙FULL FIC UNDER CUT💙

Following your boyfriend on his tour had been easier than you expected. Yes, it was overwhelming sometimes, and having to live on the road wasn’t exactly easy, but you wouldn’t change it for anything. You had travelled around the world for practically free while being able to be with Andrew while he did his shows, and your new job was long distance anyway, so all you needed was wifi and somewhere to plug your laptop to charge.

You loved this tour life, everything about it was fun and exciting, though if you had to choose, your favourite moments, or at least the one where you had the most fun, were when you were alone with Andrew, either in his bedroom in the tour bus, a restaurant, or, like right now, backstage before a concert, where you could tease him endlessly and maybe even have a bit of fun if you were fast enough.

Today though, you were playing with fire, sitting on the couch of his dressing room backstage after he’d changed into his concert outfit. You looked him up and down as he checked himself in the mirror, a smile on your face and a plan in your mind already getting started.

“I love this suit on you.” You said softly as you walked up to him, your arm reaching to hold onto his. He smiled, avoiding your grip and placing his hand on your lower back.

“Do you, baby?” He teased with a smirk.

“Yeah, it looks so good.” You looked up at him with puppy eyes and feigned innocence, wanting your next words to take him by surprise. “Can you fuck me with it on? Please?”

His eyes widened, a laugh escaping him as he processed what you’d just said. “Maybe,” He ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “But it’ll have to wait until after the concert.”

“Unfair.” You whined, your hands moved to his belt, playfully pulling at it without actually undoing it.

“Baby, don’t.” He scolded you, though you felt his hips buckle towards you, his smirk never going away.

“I’m not doing anything.” You protested.

“Liar, you’re trying to tempt me.” His eyes wandered your face and body, his smile widening when he felt your hand moving to palm his crotch, his cock already hardening. “You know I have to be on stage in less than thirty minutes, we can’t do this right now.” He said firmly, though he had no intention of stopping you, or himself, his hand already moving from your lower back to your ass, squeezing it roughly.

“So? We can be quick.”

“Not with how you’re behaving.”

“What do you mean?” You teased, rubbing your hand over his clothed cock, feeling it hardening more and more by the second. You moved your hand to his waistband, easily slipping it under his pants despite the belt, you wondered why he even wore it in the first place if he wasn’t going to fasten it correctly.

“You’re playing with fire, baby.” He warned you as he leaned down to kiss you, though you both knew it wasn’t a serious warning.

“I love fire.” You giggled, then moved your hand lower until it was wrapped around his cock as best you could, pumping it slowly.

Andrew let go of your ass and grabbed the table behind you for stability, he moaned under his breath, his eyes fluttering closed. You smiled, moving your other hand to the back of his head and pulling him down until his neck was up to your mouth, where you started peppering kisses. He moaned into your shoulder, his hips buckling ever so slightly as you jerked him off.

His phone buzzed on the table, the screen lighting up with a notification that you both promptly ignored. It was a message from the stage manager, he had ten minutes before he had to go on stage. His left hand gripped the table while his right moved under your shirt, caressing your skin and lightly scratching it with his nails. You fastened your movements, his moans becoming more high-pitched. Your hand moved painfully slow, wanting to drag this out for as long as you could.

“Get on your knees, baby,” he ordered, his voice raspy, “use your pretty mouth on me.” You shook your head.

“Can’t,” you whispered against his neck. “Someone might come in, this is safer.”

“Don’t care.” He let out a strangled moan as he spoke. “Please.”

Hearing him beg was a rare sight, the way his voice cracked and his whole body shook with desire stirred up something in you, your lips continued to kiss all over his neck, careful not to leave any bites or marks so he wouldn’t have any while he was performing. His hips buckled lightly into your hand, he was close, you slowly moved your free hand to his pants with the intent of pulling them down so he wouldn’t ruin his suit, the universe had other plans though. Someone knocked on the door and started turning the handle, your hand flew out of Andrew’s underwear and he quickly fixed his trousers as his manager came in.

“Jesus christ, Andrew!” She screamed, marching over to him with haste, “you’re late! Everyone’s waiting for you, let’s go!”

Andrew followed after her, not before kissing your cheek and winking at you, a silent way to tell you this little game wasn’t over yet. You composed yourself and walked out of the dressing room a couple minutes after, taking Andrew’s clothes to the tour bus since he hadn’t had the time to take them there himself thanks to you. You ran to the side of the stage right after, you sat on top of a box as you heard him sing, he was halfway through a song, almost a third through the concert, but he was still as hard as when you last touched him, you smiled to yourself, the outline of his cock only obvious to you thanks to the patchwork suit he was wearing.

Andrew looked at you, his face lighting up with a mix of happiness and lust, he kept stealing glances at you throughout the show, all until he started playing Angel of Small Death, specifically closer to the guitar solo, you could see him getting very into it, he was making faces you knew too well, practically moaning into the microphone before he finally stepped away to do the solo, getting too much into it again, his eyes almost glazed over as they found yours, and then, he threw his head back, biting his lips, he’d just came, on stage, in front of thousands of people, he knew, you knew, you both prayed no one else did. He went back to the microphone to finish the song, his voice more whimpery and rougher than before, his legs were shaking ever so slightly, he had turned fidgety and his face was practically red. You had to close your legs together and bite the inside of your cheeks to stop a moan from escaping, and to make things worse, he was still hard.

The rest of the concert went by too slowly, almost torturously so, but it finally ended, Andrew bowed and took a picture with the band, quickly leaving the stage and walking towards you, ignoring everyone else. His eyes bore into you, they were burning, and you didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing for you. He grabbed your arm, dragging you along with him to somewhere else, a few people tried stopping him to talk, but he quickly dismissed them with whatever the shortest excuse was, though after the fourth person, no one else approached him.

He took you to the tour bus you shared with him, closing the door behind him and lowering all the blinds. A silence fell, the tension palpable in the air.

“Did you actually..?” You asked, trying to fight a giggle.

“You already know.” He replied bluntly, his eyes full of fire. “Don’t laugh, or else.”

“Sorry,” you bit your lip, putting on puppy eyes to see if that would reduce the punishment you already knew was coming.

“Don’t even try with the eyes, they’re not working,” he grabbed your waist roughly, his nails digging into your skin though your clothes. “Anything to say for yourself before I start telling you what’s gonna happen next?”

“Can I clean you up?” You asked, still trying not to laugh, “please, sir? I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Liar.” His grip on you tightened, his voice almost a growl. “I can tell you’re trying not to laugh, you little brat.”

You looked up at him, unable to say anything even though you wanted to, he leaned into your neck, nipping at it lightly.

“You’re going to clean me up, yes, but then I’m going to use that pretty mouth you have,” he whispered into your ear, “and I’ll see about maybe letting you get off after if I feel like it. Got that?”

“Yes, sir.” You bit your lip, practically shaking with excitement.

“Good girl, now go to the bedroom and get on your knees at the foot of the bed.” He ordered, lightly smacking your ass as you left.

He followed suit, taking off his patchwork jacket and unbuttoning his shirt on the way. You kneeled on the spot he told you, he undid his belt and took off his pants, he examined the inside of them as he sat on the bed in front of you, you laid your head on his thigh, your eyes focused on the outline of his still hard cock in his boxer briefs, a dark spot on them from when he came on stage. He groaned lightly, muttering under his breath. “Six-hundred euros just to get cum on them…” He threw them off to somewhere else in the room afterwards, you didn’t know or care where exactly.

“Look at you, so pretty with your head on my lap.” He caressed your hair lovingly, his voice now soft.

You leaned into his touch like a cat, your eyes looking up into his, silently asking for permission to start.

“Go on, take off my boxers and clean me up, be good for me, baby.” He smiled, lifting his hips just enough for you to completely take off his underwear. His cock sprung free, fully hard and covered in his cum. You moved your mouth closer, licking off the remains of his orgasm off his balls before moving to his shaft, Andrew moaned softly, his hand still on your hair, scratching at your head as he held onto it. His spent travelled down your throat as you licked him completely clean, your happy humming almost like a song to Andrew, you kissed his cock along your way, worshipping him in the process. A few moans escaped him as you used your hand to jerk him slightly, just to make sure you got him as clean as possible.

Once finished, you kissed his tip, making him hiss through his teeth, you knew exactly what he wanted the second he pulled your head closer to himself. Your mouth opened, your hands guiding his cock to your mouth, you bobbed your head slightly up and down, still not deepthroating him. You hummed as you took him in your mouth, he moaned without restraint.

“That’s it, good girl, my perfect little slut, you love this don’t you?” He panted softly, throwing his head back for a few moments as more moans escaped him. His grip on your hair tightened, his hand starting to guide your head to take him deeper into your mouth. You let him take control of your movements, holding your thumb in your fist to get rid of your gag reflex as he sped up. Drool ran down your chin as the sound of Andrew’s moans filled up the room.

He suddenly pulled your head away, standing up from the bed and pulling your head so it was at the same height as his hips.

“I want to fuck your mouth properly, are you okay with that, baby?” He asked, barely able to restrain himself.

“When have I not been?” You teased, smiling wide.

“That’s not an answer, do you want this yes or no?” He said sternly, his cock just inches from your face.

“Yes.” You answered, your mouth watering. He immediately pushed himself into your mouth, letting out a loud groan. He pushed you all the way, your nose pressed against the trimmed curls at the base of his cock.

“What’s the safeword for when you’re like this?” He asked, wanting to make sure you remembered how to stop if you needed it. You moved your hand up and tapped on his thigh, he smiled. “Very good.”

He started thrusting into your mouth, starting slow and careful but quickly losing control, he fucked your mouth with wild abandon, his balls slapping against your chin. His moans were loud and rough, he’d lost all care for if someone could hear him, he was completely lost in your warmth. “You feel so fuckin’ good baby, god i love your mouth so much, my perfect little cocksleeve, fuck!” His rhythm started to falter, his thrusts becoming erratic and twitchy. He was close, you both knew it, and after just a few more thrusts, he pushed all the way into your mouth and spilled himself down your throat, you swallowed everything you could.

Andrew pulled out of your mouth slowly and carefully, hissing when your teeth accidentally scraped his cock just the tiniest bit. He caressed your hair, almost petting you, you leaned into his hand, absolutely loving the simple affection. “Was I good?” You asked, your voice slightly hoarse.

“You were perfect,” he smiled, pulling you up to your feet, and kissing you lovingly. “Do you need anything, water, cuddles, an orgasm?”

You laughed softly at his last suggestion, “I would love that last one, actually.”

“Thought you would,” he smiled, kissing you again. His hands moved to your waistband, starting to pull down your pants. “How do you want it?”

“Eat me?” You asked, taking off your shirt.

“With pleasure.” He replied, taking off your bra as you stepped off your remaining clothes. Andrew smiled, throwing you into bed and climbing over you, only to start kissing down your neck and collarbone. “You’re lucky I can’t stay mad at you for long.” He added with a soft growl.

“Yeah?” You teased, moaning softly.

“Yes, I shouldn’t be doing this right now.” He left a hickey on your collarbone, kissing down to your breasts, sucking one of your nipples before speaking again. “I should be leaving you begging for me after that little number you pulled earlier.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you moaned, a cheeky smile on your face. “Ah!” You whined after he lightly bit your now hard nipple.

“Don’t try me, love.” He warned you, you nodded. He kissed all the way down to your mound, nuzzling his nose and lips into your bush before he fully settled between your legs, licking your pussy and moaning at the taste.

You moaned loudly as he licked you, his face completely buried in you. He moved slightly lower and pushed his tongue into you, fucking you with it as his nose pressed into your clit. You moved your hips slowly, trying to get some more friction, but Andrew stopped it quickly, his hands moving to hold down your hips. He shook his head for a second, making you cry out in pleasure.

“Andy! Fuck! Oh my god!” You practically whined, trying to move your hips once more only for his arms to push down with more force. Your hands moved to his hair, holding onto it like a lifeline, you pulled him closer, he chuckled. His beard scratched at your inner thighs as he doubled his efforts, moving his face more since he knew you loved it when his nose rubbed against your clit. Your legs started to shake, your breathing became erratic and whiny, your moans turned more and more high pitched until you finally came undone, your whole lower body twitching with pleasure and your mind foggy with bliss. Andrew didn’t stop until your moans turned into whines from overstimulation, when he did, his face was soaked with your essence.

He climbed back up your body, laying down next to you and pulling you close, you melted into his arms, he kissed you all over your face, the last one on your lips.

“You’re banned, indefinitely, from being in my dressing room with me before a show from now on, by the way.” He said into your hair.

“Why? Do you hate me?” You teased, unable to stop your giggle.

“No, you dramatic baby, I love you a lot.” He pinched your cheek, smiling lovingly. “But I’m not risking cumming on stage again just because you like to play with me.”

“I didn’t even do it on purpose, but whatever,” you rolled your eyes playfully. “I love you, too, by the way.”

“I know,” he kissed your cheek. “And I know,” he added in a whisper, kissing your lips again.

[nishiriksss]

it feels like everything wants us apart. ch.3

summary: riki was your childhood bestfriend up until you were 13, but you ended up moving to the US. you lost contact with him and never thought you would see him again, until you saw an edit on your fyp of a guy that looked suspiciously like him. you end up at every single enhypen concert, as close to the front as possible, trying to reach him. you comment on every post, every live, hoping he still remembers you.

genre: childhood bsfs to lovers, angst, fluff, slowburn

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none

taglist: @rairaiblog @vixialuvs @kkamismom12 @rikidaze @1-itsneverthatserious-1 @imzhouxinyu @melodiessvy @kittsnewera

notes: ok so this took forever!! sorry about the wait, ive had writers block. i hope you all enjoy this part!

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you went to all 3 shows in saitama, still nothing, you couldve swore he was looking at you, but he never heard your yells. you wanted to follow them to every concert, but your mom had a work meeting in a few days, so she had to get back home. you put in your airpods and prepared for the drive. you listened to you riki-themed playlist again.

'i have a feeling you got everything you wanted, and your not wasting time stuck here like me.'

the lyric hit you harder than it should have, you felt like a loser, while he was living his best life as a kpop idol you were going to all his concerts, buying all the merch. hoping that one day you can tell him about how you were there, trying to get to him. you got a notification again, something in you knew it was riki.

-nishimura riki started a live video

'mom! hes live again!' you beamed, tapping on the notification. you typed out comment after comment, trying so hard not to spam. but this time the comments wouldnt go through, and your service went out just minutes after the live started. you groan at seeing the no wifi symbol, trowing your head back in frustration. your mom pats your shoulder 'its ok, im sure he will go live again soon.' she sighed, seeing the sad look on your face. you just looked out the window the whole car ride, you tried not to think about it, but all the failure was getting to you.

your mom was busy with work over the summer, it had now been months since the saitama visit, and you hadnt managed to contact riki. their last concert was coming up, in just a week. you were begging your mom to let you go. 'mom, please! what if they never go on tour again, this could be my last chance!' you would whine, hoping she would give in, eventually, she did. before you knew it you were packing for the final concert of enhypens fate tour. when you finally made it to miyagi, you were exhausted.

you made it to the show, you were front row. 'mom, im telling you. hes gonna see me.' you whispered, your voice filled with hope, your mom just nodded. when enhypen came out on to the stage, everyone cheered, the loud noise of all their fangirls sqealing drowned out your crys 'riki!! its yn!' you screamed over and over, but he never heard.

sunghoon heard you though. he looked at you, and you leaned over the edge to get as close as you could to him, pointing at riki. 'get him!!' you screeched at sunghoon, but he just rolled his eyes, your name slipping his mind. 'that girls crazy.' he thought as he continued performing.

when you saw the look on his face you were devastated. did riki tell him that he didnt want to see you? is that why he looked so annoyed? you knew not to beat yourself up about it , you just had to keep trying. as riki danced on the stage you couldnt help but feel proud of him, he had always been a dancer, since before you were even friends. you forgot all about trying to reach him and watched as he danced, until the final song.

heeseung yelled about how this is the final song of tour, so everyone needs to be loud, but it went in one ear and out the other. you were jumping around, trying to stay exited, even though the worry of him not seeing you still was lingering, you hoped he'd see you.

as riki made his way to the side of the stage you were by, you started screaming "riki!!!! its yn!!" you almost lost your voice.

riki looked at you. "yn?" he said, wanting to jump of the stage, wanting to hug you so bad. you were jumping up, trying to get to him. he leaned down, trying to hold your hand that you were reaching up at him, security came up to you. "excuse me." the security guard said flatly "you cant get that close. this is your warning." your heart dropped. "but-" riki chimed in, but the guard cut him off. "you cant get the close with fans." he shot riki a death glare, and then turned back to you. "if it happens again, you wont be coming to anymore concerts here." he crossed his arms as he walked away, but he was still close enough to see you.

"ill be back, yn" riki said as he looked at you with sadness, his older members were telling to come end the concert with him. "shes here, i have to go back, the concert cant end, what if i cant find her again?" he rambled on about how hes scared of leaving, not wanting to miss the possibility of actually being able to see you again. just as he was walking back stage with a defeated look on his face, he stopped by you side of the stage, pointed at you and mouthed "stay there."

you smiled, he finally saw you, just as you hugged your mom, you heard a loud thump next to you. a girl had passed out. 'fuck.' you thought, knowing you would be escorted out. the same security guard from earlier ran over, giving you a death glare before yelling "unless you know this girl, you need to get away from here!" another girl, presumably her friend, had her phone out, calling 911.

your mom gave you a 'im sorry' look as she had to drag you out. 10 minutes later riki was running over to where you were, only to be met with an ambulance and no sign of you. "what the..?" he muttered under his breath, looking around, making sure nothing had happened to you. as he slowed down, now walking to the sight. "whats going on?" he asked a paramedic, tapping his leg anxiously on the ground. "a girl passed out, most likely just didnt get enough food." the paramedic said so casually, like it happened everyday. "oh, do you know the girls name?" he asked, trying to keep the thoughts of it being you out of his mind. when the paramedic answered he didnt even acknowledge the name, all he knew was that it wasnt you name.

he dismissed it, wished them luck and headed back to his members. "some girl passes out.. she wasnt there." he whispered as he plopped onto the couch. jake laughed a little "how many times do you think youre going to get that close, just to barely miss her?" he teased, knowing how sensitive riki is about it. "shut up.." he muttered, leaning his head back on the couch. "why cant it just work out, for once?" riki asked so quietly jake almost didnt hear him. "it will, you just cant give up on her." jake replied, now leaning his head back the same way riki was.

as you walked away from the spot riki was going to meet you at, you couldnt help but cry. you tried pulling away from your mom, you tried walking back but she wouldnt let you. "mom please!" you sobbed out, wanting nothing more than to be able to finally see riki. "i know, i know you want to see him, but we cant. im sorry." she whispered, pulling you into a hug. you cried in her arms as she stroked your hair. "mom, hes gonna think i hate him." you worried, hoping he doesnt feel as bad as you do.

after about 10 minutes, your mom convinced you to go to the car. as you walked back, you could almost feel rikis presence, you could almost hear his voice.

when you woke up the next morning, your eyes were puffy, your pillow was still a bit wet, with black smudges on mascara all over it. you hadnt been able to sleep, knowing that riki was so close, yet so far. you didnt want to go home, but your mom packed your things for you, she grabbed your hand to lead you back to the car. you knew that you couldnt stay, but it didnt stop you from crying again.

[ju5tanarti5t]

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