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hi! I saw ur post abt accidentally deleting reqs and was scared since mine wasn’t answered yet (im not complaining bc ur other work is so so delicious to read 😍) anyways here it is. Ok imagine Miguel ohara being the heir to the mafia ‘throne(?)’ ima be so fr idk what they call it 💀 anyways and he’s in an arranged marriage w/ a girl from a diff mafia family as a way to make peace between the two families, except neither he or the girl are happy abt it. Enemies to lovers would just be majestic for the plot in my opinion 🤭. Anywaysssss thank u sm and remember to drink water 🫶🏻

Art by: Kimmy_art0912 Pairing: Mob Boss Miguel x Wife reader Warnings: Mentions of blood, very mild violence, no use of y/n Summary: You and Miguel come from different mafia families, forced to be married in order to form an alliance as threat from an outside. However, you and Miguel can only tolerate each other, at best. A/N: I swear I scratched and rewrote this like five different times.I am sorry it took so long. I am slowly making my way back into writing. I do thank anon and everyone else for their patience as I slowly make my way back to life and I will be writing more Miguel fics soon. I may do a part two to this, depending on interest recieved. I have been getting into mafia books so I am going to be looking into those for inspo if I do make more parts to this. Also, very very light editing was done. Word Count: 4.6k

Your family and the O’Hara’s have been enemies since your ancestors set foot into this country. Both immigrating from nothing but the clothes on their backs and pennies to their name.

Your family started working in the food industry. Working in restaurants, bakeries, etc. Anything that had to do with food. Seven days a week. Working from twelve to fourteen hour shifts just to make ends meet. Your great great grandfather worked at the local deli as well as a restaurant. When he wasn’t cutting up meat, he was in the kitchen making food. Your great great grandmother worked at the neighborhood bakery as well as the tailors. Her dream was to make clothes- dresses. She wanted to be a fashion designer. She started taking classes at the local college once they saved up enough money to invest in her studies.

Eventually, with their hard work and sacrifices, their dreams came true. Your family soon owned several restaurants as well as luxury boutiques. Everyone did their part in keeping the family businesses growing and going.

At first, it was all simply honest work. Your family stayed humble and grateful for their dedication. Then, with your great grandfather, things took a slight turn. He wanted to expand and turn into construction. Nueva York continued to go and grow, with more people coming to try to make a living and a name for themselves. And in that mix, people with bad intentions also tagged along. The family businesses were in jeopardy of being taken over or shut down completely by these power-hungry thugs. He did not want that. So, he and the rest of the family banded together and began hiring people who would be willing to work for them and protect them, whether they were military vets, criminals, or even cops. Anyone who was willing to protect the family.

Allyship with other mafia families also aided in the growth and protection. However, there was one family that yours always butted heads with.

The O’Haras. They immigrated from Ireland around the same time your great great grandparents did. They built their own businesses, casinos, hotels, and clubs- and wanted their own power and a spot with the elites of the criminal world.

At first, things were neutral between the two families. At one point, the two families were almost allies. However, one night, there was commotion going on at one of the O’Hara nightclubs. Members of your family got into a tussle with the O’Hara group and ended up being a blood bath, with both sides losing men.

Ever since then, things were tense, and the bloodshed continued to grow as oppositions rose.

No one really knew what it was that started the feud that night. Some suspected it had been over a woman. Others thought it was simply because some members were drunk and careless words were exchanged.

Either way, the rivalry continued on. Until a new threat entered the city. And there was no choice but to come together.

—

It’s been six months since you moved into his house. Six months since you lost your freedom. Six months since you got married. To Miguel O’Hara.

It all happened in an instant. First, you were out abroad, having recently gotten your first major job as a fashion designer in a luxury clothing company, wanting to be as successful as your great great grandmother, and now you were out on a little vacation to celebrate, when you received a call from your father, ordering you to come back home.

You should’ve relished that Mediterranean breeze as long as you could, because once you got on that flight back home, your world was about to be flipped on its head.

“I’m sorry…WHAT?!” You screeched at your father, you only looked at you with his calm, cool, distant, expression as he inhaled into his cigar.

“You’re getting married to Miguel O’Hara,” he repeated.

“I heard what you said! But, why?!”

“The O’Haras had agreed to a truce. Kingpin is gaining on both of our families. We are losing men and traction left and right. We agreed by aligning our families together, we will gain strength in numbers and influence.”

“And you are shipping me off into an arranged marriage! This isn’t the medieval age or whatever!

Plus, with Miguel?! At least have me marry Gabriel. He’s not an asshole like his brother.”

“Miguel is to become head of the O’Hara family as he is the first born. Plus, his determination has been promising.”

You let out a groan. You could not believe this was happening. You never wanted to get sucked into this life. That’s why you went off to college. To try to get away and make a life of your own. Your efforts were proven to be futile as you felt the rug be pulled from under you and you were being dragged along with it to the same life you were trying to escape.

Your father’s eyes softened. A hint of sorrow filled them.

“I know, sweetheart. This isn’t what I was hoping for you, either. But, it is the only way. We are running out of options. I am sure Miguel will take care of you, and you will be able to fulfill your dream of following your great great grandmother’s footsteps. I am sure she would be proud to have someone actively expanding her fashion legacy..”

You still shook your head. It was just too much for you to take in. Plus, wasn’t Miguel in a relationship with someone? Xina? No..they broke up months ago. That’s right. But, wait..he was seeing someone else? Ugh. The guy has a new girlfriend every other day.

Besides, you two did have a thing going on in the past. It wasn’t serious. Mainly the occasional hookups. You two were of rivaling families, after all. You both did have your reasons for disliking each other. So, the sex was pretty much hate sex? If that made sense. It wasn’t out of passion. Unless you could call hatred a passion.

Never did you think you’d actually be getting married to him.

After the news broke out that you and Miguel were to be wedded, everything went by in such a blur. Preparations for the wedding. The actual wedding. The honeymoon- which was hardly a honeymoon because neither of you actually spent any time together. It was just too awkward, and you knew that he wasn’t happy with this arrangement as much as you were.

When you first moved into his house, you wanted to sleep in a separate room from him, and he agreed. However, when both of your parents found out about this, they were all livid.

“How will you two get to know each other more and become intimate with each other if you are sleeping in separate beds?” Your mom cried one day when she came to visit you. You assured her there would be other situations where you and your husband would bond. Public situations where you’d be surrounded by other people and talking to those people rather than each other.

You two simply avoided each other as much as possible. And during the times when you two were together, your company was either met with silence or bickering. And sometimes even being at each other’s throats.

He would call you names like ‘immature’ ‘wild’ ‘rowdy’ and so on, simply because you refused to listen to him whenever he demanded something from you.

You’d retaliate and tell him that he was controlling and a perfectionist. Because well, he was. He had to have things done a certain way or it would ensue chaos. And while he was right about you being a little more rowdy and wild, it was simply because you had the luxury of growing somewhat more normal. Your parents did not drill the life of the mafia into your head the same way it was drilled into Miguel’s. Which is why you both clashed when trying to communicate with each other.

Right now, you were at home in the library. You spend a lot of time there, and while Miguel’s taste in reading wasn’t usually to your taste, you’d sometimes find yourself reading some of the novels that he was currently reading, as well as reading some that you’ve been purchasing and adding to the collection.

Which reminded you, you had to head over to the mall and purchase the next book of a spicy romance series you’d been reading. As well as look for an outfit to wear at the next charity event you and Miguel would be attending.

One of the few things you liked about Miguel was that he was very generous and active in the community, helping those less fortunate.

Placing the book down, you rubbed your bag and keys and decided to head out for a bit. Saying goodbye to the house staff as you walked past them, you made your way to the garage, which housed Miguel’s collection of cars, ranging from vintage to sporty and modern to big black suvs that you’d use whenever a bodyguard was transporting you somewhere, like parties. You never understood why someone needed so many cars but, whatever, as long as it wasn’t your money being spent.

You made your way over to your car, glad that you were able to bring it with you when you got married. It was your baby. One of the few things you were able to bring with you.

Glancing over at the clock on the dashboard, you bit your bottom lip. You should have enough time to purchase some books before heading off to your parents for a bit. You did promise them you would show up. They were planning lunch for you. It was your birthday today, after all.

—

Miguel stood in front of the battered man that kneeled before him, hearing the groaning of pain coming from their mouth as blood pooled around the cement floor.

Miguel’s knuckles were bleeding. But, it wasn’t his own blood, but the blood of the poor bastard that withered before him. Miguel didn’t like to use violence. He thought it was a primitive way of negotiating with his enemies. However, there were times when a little violence was necessary to get his point across. And to send a message.

Why was this man being battered like a sack of potatoes?

The man spat blood, a tooth or two flying out with the glob of blood as he remained strapped to his chair. His face was covered in blood. Beat up and mangled by the hands of the tall, brooding man before him.

Miguel slowly knelt down before the man, taking a fistful of his hair, forcing him to look up into his almost amber eyes.

“ Eres un demonio! (You're a demon). Not even the devil himself will want you!” the man spat, a glob of blood landing on Miguel’s cheek.

Miguel let out a hum of disinterest. His eyes lacked any life in them. However, this was when he felt the most alive, seeing his enemies cowering and crumbling before him.

He took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and cleaned the blood from his cheek before tossing the now soiled material at the man’s feet.

“I take that as a compliment, you know. Maybe I want the devil himself to fear me.”

Miguel took out a cigar from his coat pocket and lit it before giving it a deep inhale and exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke at the man’s face. He couldn't believe that one of Kingpin's goons had infiltrated his circle and posed himself as someone who could've been trusted. Miguel was definitely going to send that fat son of a bitch a message, by killing this guy and sending his corpse back to Kingpin's front door.

Not only that, but it also meant that they were going to have to redo background checks on everyone working for the O’Haras. That was going to be a pain in the ass.

"Gabriel! Hand me my gun," Miguel called out to his brother.

Gabriel, Peter, and Ben were all standing several feet behind Miguel, all watching as their boss beat and battered the man before them.

Gabriel was Miguel’s right hand now that their father had stepped down as head of the O’Hara family. Many thought Gabriel was going to take charge, however, Miguel was much more brutal and cut-throat than Gabriel. It made sense for Miguel to take up the mantle, despite him being an illegitimate son.

Plus, Gabriel preferred being on the sidelines instead of making the decisions.

Gabriel made his way over to his older brother, handing him the gun before stepping back to his original spot.

“Now. We can do this the easy way. Where I ask you a couple of questions and answer them. Or, we can do this the hard way, when I ask you said questions and if you refuse to answer them, I get to shoot you anywhere I want.”

”I would rather you just shoot me! I will never answer to you!” The man croaked.

“You never got shot before, have you?” Miguel hummed as he removed the safety from the gun and cocked it before pulling the trigger, shooting the man on the foot.

The man let out a screeching howl as he thrashed on the chair, letting out a series of curses.

Miguel simply nodded his head. “That’s what I thought. So..shall we begin?”

The whole ordeal took only a matter of minutes, as Miguel wasted no time in trying to get his questions answered. The man was not sitting lifeless on the chair as bullet holes decorated his body.

Kingpin had sent a lower ranked grunt to spy on them, trying to scope up any valuable information to report back to his true boss. Unfortunately for Kingpin, those in the lower ranks didn’t really get to be part of the action and behind-closed door discussions, so, this man’s life was unnecessarily wasted.

“Send his body back to Kingpin. Just leave him on his doorstep,” Miguel said as he examined his suit, letting out a grunt when he saw small splatters of blood. He was going to have to go home and change. “Will do. You should start heading back home. I am sure you wife is waiting for you,” Gabriel said as Peter and Ben began placing the body into a black body bag and carried him out to the waiting pick-up truck.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn’t hate you, but he knew that you hated him. And you had every right. You got married to him out of force, and while that wasn’t necessarily his fault, he didn’t blame you for holding a grudge on him.

“Keep me posted on any activity. I need updated background checks on everyone working for us. We can’t let anyone else slip through the cracks,” Miguel stated as he made his way over to his car, with his brother following behind him. Gabriel nodded his head as he watched his brother leave.

He had to make sure no on in his inner circle was actually working for Kingpin. Is someone indeed was, might as well just shut everything down then and there.

No. Miguel wouldn’t give up just like that. He would just have to work harder and steer Kingpin off track.

But, for the time being, his main goal was to get back home and get to his wife. It was your birthday, after all.

–

You spent the majority of the day with your parents. You had gone over to your former home- which you still miss deeply. It was such a stark contrast from where you lived now. There was just so much character, so much history in this house. It was the same house your great great grandfather had bought as a gift to his lovely wife, your great great grandmother, once their businesses were booming.

It had twelve bedrooms and sixteen bathrooms. A library where your mother would take you to read. When you were young, you’d pick out a book for your mother to read to you in bed. Mainly a fairy tale story.

You always thought your life would be a fairy tale. You always imagined yourself as the princess or heroine, going on adventures and falling in love. However, the universe was not like those in the stories. Maybe in an alternate universe. But, not in this one.

Instead, you were forced to marry the enemy in hopes of forming an alliance. Which, depending on how you looked at it, could’ve been seen as a fairytale. It didn’t feel like it. You weren’t in love with Miguel. You tolerated each other at best. Plus, you guys had shared history which made things pretty awkward at times.

—-

You were back home, waiting for your darling husband to come home and wish you a Happy Birthday. He also supposedly promised to take you out to dinner. It was really an attempt for you two to get somewhat closer together. But, you weren’t sure how well that would play out. You both liked to push each other’s buttons. You were sure it would occur tonight. And honestly, you wouldn’t want to have it any other way. You wanted to be a thorn on his side. He was always so full of himself. Always thought himself to be this bigshot. Untouchable. Unweavered. You loved proving him wrong.

You continued to wait and wait. The house staff had left for the night, including Miss Cheryl, your personally favorite housekeeper. She was an older woman, possibly in her mid-fifties. You never cared to ask her- mainly because you didn’t want to be rude and you actually liked her.

Looking up at the clock in Miguel’s office, you saw that it was already seven thirty in the evening. Reservations were supposedly made for eight. Miguel had thirty minutes to get there.

A part of you didn’t really care if he had forgotten or just waved it off. You didn’t want to force yourself to be nice with him, because who knew, you might just throw a glass of wine at him just as you did during your wedding reception.

You could hear a chime coming from the Alexa that rested on Miguel’s desk, signaling that someone had entered the house.

Finally. You honestly thought he wasn’t going to come.

Raising from his chair, you decided to go ahead and greet your husband.

He was making his way upstairs as you made your way down the hallway, both of you making eye contact.

“You’re late. I thought you weren’t going to come,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

As Miguel stepped closer, you could notice blood splattered on his white shirt.

“I know. Let me get changed real quick,” he replied as he walked past you.

You knew Miguel had a way of dealing with those who wronged him. You have seen his blood-stained knuckles, bloodied shirts and a dangerous look in his eyes. It’s pretty much like in the movies. Some poor unlucky soul gets tortured to death by the boss or someone higher up. You’d like to think that Miguel isn’t simply killing people just because of blood-lust. While it wasn’t your business to judge, you didn’t want to be married to someone who is a little too eager to get blood on his hands.

You made your way to his room, standing by the door as you watched Miguel slip on a fresh pair of pants and button-up shirt, something more suitable for dinner. Once he was finished, he took another look at you, furrowing his brows a bit.

“What?” You questioned.

“What are you wearing?”

“What do you mean ‘what are you wearing’?” You asked, looking down at your dress.

“Don’t you think that’s too revealing?” He asked.

“What? Revealing? Where? Don’t tell me showing a little leg and shoulder is prohibited. Come on! This is the height of fashion right now, as well as demonstrating body positivity.” Miguel simply gave you a look as if in disgust. Not for the body positivity part. But rather your fashion choices. He was aware of your family’s success in the fashion industry. He even applauded it. But, he was also a man with much simpler tastes. Tastes that you would sometimes groan over.

“Well, I’m not changing, so let’s just get going,” you said as you grabbed a shawl to compliment your dress, and to shut Miguel up.

The ride to the restaurant was quiet, save for the music that was playing on the radio. You two had very different music tastes. Not surprising. Sometimes you’d change the station or hook up your phone to Bluetooth. But, you tried to sit back and let him listen to his music this time.

When you two managed to get there, Miguel stopped in front of the valet and got out. The valet driver in-waiting opened the car door for you to help you get out as Miguel rounded the car, handing the keys over to the young man who then took the sleek black suv to the parking garage.

He gave you his arm to take. It had become routine. Show some sort of display of affection while in public. You never knew who could be watching. Sometimes cameras would pop out in front of you two.

The proposal was rushed. The engagement. The wedding. People grew suspicious, and rightfully so. Your families quickly came up with a story of how you and Miguel were seeing each other in secret despite the rivalry of the families. The alleged secrecy of romance and hurried marriage gave you two the the title of Romeo and Juliet. Two star-crossed lovers who went against all odds just to be together despite your families and their differences. But, unlike the story, your ending didn’t result in a double-suicide, but rather acceptance, wedding bells, and peace between the two families. Everyone bought it. Well..almost everyone.

As you two made your way inside and were greeted by the hostess, you were taken to a more secluded area of the restaurant. There, the table had been set up especially for you. A bottle of wine rested over a bed of ice, candles were lit on the table, as well as around the perimeter of your area. It would have been romantic, had you actually had romantic feelings for Miguel.

Still, he was a gentleman and he did go out of his way to reserve a nice place for you.

He pulled a chair out for you to sit and scooted you in before taking his seat across from you. The music from a live pianist in the main dining hall still reached your private area. Had it not been for them, the room would’ve been dead silent as you and Miguel silently looked through your menus.

“Can I pour you a glass of your wine?” A waitress asked onceshe approached your table. She was young. Tall and thin with big blue eyes and blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. And wearing way too much makeup. At least for your tastes.

You could see how she was looking at Miguel, batting her fake eyelashes. You thought they were either going to fall off or send her flying away. Either way, you simply rolled your eyes. You didn’t care if Miguel got hit on, but come on, at least not while you were right there to see.

“Yes, thank you,” Miguel said, giving her a charming smile. It made you roll our eyes again. Yes, he was being polite and all, but you could see right through him.

“Can I offer you both an appetizer to start?” She then asked, still looking over at Miguel.

Miguel then looked over to you, giving you a nod. “Would you like something to start with?”

”Yes, actually. Some bread for the table. they usually bring it out at the beginning,” you started. Which was true. You were just trying to be a little petty.

“And how about some crab cakes and a salad for the table?”

The waitress nodded her head, her smile now a straight line. So straight, you could swipe your card through it like a card reader.

“Yes, of course. I will put those in for you and bring you your bread,” she said before leaving the table.

You simply rolled your eyes once again as you settled back against your seat.

“How was lunch with your family?” Miguel then asked, trying to make conversation.

“It was fine,” you responded. Usually, your responses would be short, and Miguel wouldn’t entertain the topic further. You knew you should at least try to get along with him, giving that you are married and that you will be spending the rest of your life with him. You simply assumed that it just hadn’t kicked in yet. You were going to try, though.

One day.

“Ah, Mr. O’Hara! Mrs. O’Hara! A pleasure to see you two here tonight!” Someone behind you exclaimed. You could hear their heavy footsteps before turning around and seeing the owner and head chef of the restaurant. “Javier. A pleasure to see you,” Miguel said. “We were just celebrating my wife’s birthday.” “Ah! Of course! Happy birthday, Mrs. O’Hara. You look as stunning as ever,” Javier exclaimed. The man was five foot three, a mix of tan to sunburned skin, and all round. He kind of reminded you of the Pillsbury mascot. He looked so squishable and jolly.

“Actually, Javier. Would you mind me having a word with you, real quick?” Miguel then asked, scooted his chair back from the table and stood, easily towering over the man.

“O-oh! O-of cours! Of course! Come, come! Let’s step to the side,” Javier stated, now looking a little nervous as he led Miguel out of the room, leaving you alone.

All while Miguel was having his private conversation with Javier, the waitress came back with the bread and appetizers.

“We are going to need a couple of minutes,” you stated as she placed everything onto the tables.

“Of course! I’ll make my way back around in a few minutes,” the waitress said, giving you a tight-lipped smile.

You tried your best to not roll your eyes at her again as she left. Letting out a sigh, you decided to dig into the bread and appetizers. You sure weren’t going to wait for Miguel to come back to start eating. You never waited for him. Not because you didn’t want to, but because you knew you’d be waiting forever for him.

–

Soon enough, you were back home. You were still slightly curious about the conversation Miguel had with Chef Javier. But, you didn’t think you should press Miguel about it. Some things were meant to be kept in private. Besides, you wanted no part of this whole mafia stuff. It had stolen so much of your freedom already. You wanted to remain ignorant of what goes on behind closed doors as much as possible.

You both made your way upstairs, neither of you speaking as you made your way to your rooms for the night.

Tomorrow you were planning on heading over to the boutique. Your cousin was currently operating it and sometimes you’d go to help her out. It helped you get out of the house every once in a while. Plus, you were usually filled with inspiration when you were surrounded by your family’s clothing. You were still working on your portfolio to give out to various companies, in hopes they would hire you.

You were confident that they would. You were talented. Plus, you have your family’s name to back you up. Now, all you had to do was to make sure you get a good night’s rest so you could get up refreshed.

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piwstri4 · 6 months

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gracias por nada | ln4

paring: f1driver!ex!lando norris x fashion designer!ex!reader

summary: you were robbed of a happy married life.

part two - masterlist

ynclo

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ynclo 'cause i know we fall apart when nothing's new

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danielricciardo i took literally all the pics of you and this is what i get?

ynclo u are very goodlooking if i were you i'd stop complaining (thnx 4 the pics danny ric)

danielricciardo 👎🏼

user1 so are we gonna ignore the plushie bc,,,,

user2 ikr like miss girly?????? are u gonna address the rumors or????

user3 what's the issue? i think it's rlly cute

user1 she crocheted that for her (ex)bf so yeaaaa

user3 WHAT

user2 they are (were) engaged but neither are addressing the topic

user4 it's their lives maybe yall should stop forcing them to talk abt it

user5 THE SHIRT OMG SHE'S NOT LETTING IT DIE

user6 i just KNOW that danny showed that pic to charles and he rolled his eyes

user7 it's getting kinda old tbh atp it's just cringey

user8 literally no one asked

lewishamilton new collection drop when?

ynclo VERY SOON stay tuned king 👑

user9 he truly is her biggest supporter

user10 isn't she like 23 or smt?? why does she talk with drivers that old anyways??

user11 daniel's her cousin...

user12 it's been 3 hours and no lando like or comment,,,,,

user13 well it is rumored that they called it off so

user14 what am i missing wtf?????

user15 some ppl are saying they broke off their engagement or smt we dont know bc they haven't said anything yet

user16 she also posted a story then deleted it like 2 minutes later w some shady lyric

user13 omg????

user17 fr "u can think that ure in love when ure rlly just engaged"

user18 the caption?

user19 first her story and now this...

user20 omg i saw it too wtf

landonorris

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landonorris in the back of the nightclub sipping champagne 🥂

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carlossainz55 great night 🥂

landonorris it always is w me 😉

user1 im gonna say this just one time ok? wtf

charlesleclerc let's do it again!

landonorris sure!

user2 looking hot as usual!!!

user3 bestie r we gonna talk abt u know what

user4 frrrrrr liek wtf was this post

user5 omg let the man LIVE ffs

user6 this is getting rlly annoying tbh

maxverstappen1 🔥

landonorris 👍🏼

mclarenf1 nice after race party drunk boy

user7 omg i love the mclaren admin

user8 the admin deserves the world

user9 so like....... u and that fashion girly?????

user10 i wanna know too guys but pls stop commenting that on their posts!!!

user11 he's just happy to be on the podium i love him sm

user12 THE SONG????

user13 idk if ur talking abt the caption or yn's story

user14 let's not bring her here pls

user13 i miss yn in the comments....

user16 he didn't comment on her post either :///

user15 stop bringing her up omg

DUSK.CLOTHING

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DUSK.CLOTHING Once again a success! Thanks to everyone who was a part of this, we could have never done this without every single one of you, we love you always.

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ynclo i love you guys so much!!!! nice job everyone, you all looked stunning out there🫀

user17 i love her so much

user18 lando news?

user19 she just loves her crew so much i cant😭😭😭

lewishamilton nice runway, you never disappoint

ynclo i WILL cry

lewishamilton ???

user20 she's just so perfect with her designs but THE MODELS OMG everything is so on point it's amazing

user21 how come she's so young and yet she serves THIS

user22 nepotism

user24 do you even know what nepotism is????

user23 yall just throw the word around like it's nothing huh

danielricciardo the talented one of the family

ynclo thanks i know

user25 gorgeous as always

user26 admin knows anything abt the l*ndo topic??

user27 admin here is strictly professional

lewishamilton a masterpiece.

DUSK.CLOTHING Always happy to have you!

ynclo thank you!!

ynclo

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ynclo jodiendo en el presente los planes del futuro (los quise sola pero nos imaginé juntos)

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user28 translation: "fucking up today all the future's plans (i wanted them alone yet i pictured us together)"

danielricciardo nice bouquet

ynclo thank you danny ricc got them 4 me

danielricciardo he sounds like a nice guy

ynclo ehhhhh

user29 isn't it weird that she keeps flirting with older drivers???

user30 they've said it a million times danny and her are cousins

arthurleclerc go bestie go!!

ynclo shush ure embarrassing me in front of the cool ppl

user31 i know yall saw her flirting w [] too

user32 he's her fucking cousin

user33 NOT THAT ONE, THE YOUNGER ONE

lewishamilton fire runway🔥🔥

ynclo thanks i designed the clothes myself!!!

user34 mother always serves

user35 ofc she does she's drop dead gorgeous

user36 she could literally model her own clothes

user37 is the caption abt u know who???

user38 istg if the comments section starts to fill up with shit like this im gonna crawl under everyone's bed

user39 not confirmed yet

user40 she speaks spanish????

user41 she's from latam!! her fam moved to italy when she was like 10

user42 aren't her and danny cousins tho??

user43 god forbid immigrants have family in other countries right??

user44 i need her to address the elephant in the room

user45 let's not do that here

user47 ikrrrr she needs to talk abt it asap

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landonorris lost my girl but she aint worth the prize

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user48 he really is just a man

danielricciardo rude

user49 go tell him king!!!

user50 danny defending yn makes me believe in men again

user51 didn't she say something abt still being friends???

user52 yea but he's a dick and he made sure everyone knows that

user53 she's a bitch tho

user52 lol?

user54 she wanted him to keep his reputation yet he's out there ruining it

user55 her fault for being a shit gf

user56 go touch some grass girly

user57 they were giggling and hugging at the paddock last week wtf happened

user58 they were getting MARRIED next month what the hell happened

user59 kinda get it tho? she was annoying

user60 l*ndo stans and yn haters are fucking crazy

user61 cry abt it

charlesleclerc looking fire but talking shit

landonorris cant hear u im busy

user62 "i carry him in my chest wherever i go, because otherwise i'd be devastated from the sorrow of not having him around"

user63 "i have never loved someone like i love him, he holds together the pieces of my heart"

user64 "for all i know we could be together in every lifetime because i don't think my soul could ever long for someone else"

user65 nice now i'll go cry

user66 kinda happy that they broke up

user67 he looks happy now

user68 she dodged a bullet fr

user69 she was in love with him

user70 he was too.

user71 doesn't look like he was

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ynclo tú vete tranquilo, no me debes nada. empaca tus cosas, no te dejes nada.

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user72 mom's getting angry in spanich omg

user73 in spanich

user74 im her official translator now girlies dw "you can leave in peace, you owe me nothing. pack all your things and dont leave anything behind."

user75 im in love w u thank u so much!!!

user74 no prob!!

user76 GRACIAS POR NADA!!! GRACIAS POR NADA!!!! @ him bestie

user77 she's a benito fan omg

user78 a what???

user79 latino artist

user80 she saw him trashing her and said fuck peace, go girly!!!

danielricciardo el gordo lui

ynclo cant believe u only learnt to say that in spanish

danielricciardo hola me llamo daniel

user81 is she home???

user82 came back to italy this morning i believe, she posted the airport in her stories

user83 she really said im getting over l*ndo

user84 she doesn't look happy :(((

user85 she looks tired, i guess all that time in the relationship drained her

user86 they were happy, dont trash their relationship like that

user87 "you think that you're in love when you're really just engaged" anyone?

arthurleclerc come visit me one day, we're country neighbors

ynclo im not setting a foot there unless u take me to the casino

arthurleclerc I CANT EVEN BET IN THE CASINO

ynclo sounds like a u problem

user88 is she flirting w that guy again??

user89 well she's a bitch, of course she'd do that

user90 they've been friends since she met danny

#lando norris fanfic #lando norris smau #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 social media au #ln4 fic #ln4 x reader #ln4 imagine #lando norris au #lando norris angst #formula 1 angst #formula 1 instagram au

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bestedoesmeow · 1 year

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l. norris x y/n

instagram au

Lando did something that he'll regret for the rest of his life.

p.s : I use my close friend as face claim, I feel much more comfortable using her pictures than using other people's who I can't ask if I can use their pictures lmao

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y/f/u/n : omg sweetie is everything alright?

y/f/u/n : just saw the news, why didn't you tell me you broke up

y/u/n : I didn't even know we were through

y/u/n : he was cheating the whole time I guess

y/u/n : I am traumatized but like really

y/u/n : I really am wondering his explanation, like I need one

y/f/u/n : I am coming over in like five minutes, we'll talk it out okay?

landonorris replied to your story

landonorris : Baby, open your phone please?

landonorris : I am sorry and I am going to explain it all to you.

landonorris : y/n please?

landonorris : Please baby

y/u/n : Trust me I don't want to know Lando, there is nothing in those pictures that you can explain.

y/u/n : Let's get over it alright, I wish you two the best

y/u/n : I won't let anyone know you cheated, you can tell people we broke up and it was our mutual decision.

landonorris : Why won't you listen to me?

landonorris : Okay y/n, okay maybe you should calm down a bit first

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user45 : There are rumors that he cheated... user56 : Y/N didn't post the breakup announcement tho, she unfollowed Lando, I don't think it's a friendly breakup :(

user68 : Y/N unfollowed him like an hour ago, what's happening

user98 : Y/N had all the pictures on her feed until today, after the pics of lando and that girl leaked she unfollowed him and deleted the pics it's strange

user88 : Let's hope he did not ☹

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It's time to face the music, I am no longer your muse

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I should've told you what you meant to me, now I pay the price

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Ok, hear me out, for Bully! Osamu (post confession).

Suna airdropping Osamu women’s nudes. Osamu ignores the photos but forgets to delete them because he literally doesn’t care.

And reader accidentally finds out about the nudes and thinks Osamu might be cheating or thinks he’s been watching porn and she becomes super insecure about her own body (you know, because pornstars have ridiculously unreasonable beauty standards).

How do you think this would play out?

hi i got carried away and now this is 1k words LOL enjoy

i can’t really see post-love confession bully!osamu doing this unless it really was just a slip of his mind and also suna hadn’t found out yet that you two were dating. (cause suna rintaro is such a samu/yn supremacist lemme TELL you sksks)

words: 1k cw: fem!reader, crybaby!reader, insecurity, sexting, infidelity mention (it doesn't happen don't worry), overthinking, no sex but minors still dni)

sunarin would like to share a photo, read the notification on osamu’s screen. without thinking, he hits accept and goes back to cooking. osamu isn’t aware of the multiple photos downloaded into his photos app—he has no clue that suna has, yet again, sent him a bunch of nudes from his latest hookup.

osamu didn’t see the messages suna left where he described how “hot” she was and how she had the “perfect body”.

no, osamu had no idea. but you saw everything.

hours later, after you and osamu already had dinner, your boyfriend jumped into the shower while you were laying in bed. you reached for your phone to look something up but groaned upon realizing that it was dead. instead, you grabbed osamu’s, putting in his passcode with ease.

you only wanted to google something really quick before charging your phone. but the barrage of texts from suna pique your interests.

from: sunarin: bro look at what i sent when u get the chance

from: sunarin: she’s got a friend too if ur interested 👀

those two messages alone cause a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach but as you keep going. all suna can talk about is how perfect this girl is and how her friend was “definitely” osamu’s type.

hesitantly, you look through osamu’s photos. maybe you’re overthinking and interpreted suna’s words incorrectly. but you can feel your chest tightening when you come across naked photos of a girl you don’t recognize.

you thought the worst immediately, mind racing at the belief that osamu was cheating on you, but you snapped out of that quickly. osamu would never. then, you remember suna’s messages. is this the kind of girl osamu wants?

suna was right, her body was perfect—flat stomach, pouty lips, sharp jawline. she had pretty, perky breasts and she looked incredibly sexy in the lingerie she was wearing. she was nothing like you, a standard you couldn’t even dream of attaining.

like clockwork, as the insecurity bubbles inside of you, nerves overwhelming every part of your being, the tears start flowing just like they always do. you’re crying so much, that you don’t notice a hand grab your shoulder.

“babe? baby, what happened? what’s wrong?” osamu asks, towel wrapped around his waist and hair still wet from the shower. you should probably be angry at him and push him away but you lean into his touch, unable to stop the sobs leaving your mouth.

you hold up his phone, the screen revealing all of the photos in his album and you’ve never seen osamu’s eyes widen that big before. “w-what is this?”

the look on osamu’s face is an odd combination of horror and confusion, glancing over at the screen for a brief moment before turning his attention back to you. his rough thumbs wipe away the tears in his attempts to comfort you with kind words and soft coos. this is a far cry from the boy who used to find pleasure in being the reason behind your never-ending sobs.

osamu looks at you seriously, “baby, suna sent me those. i accepted the message without lookin’ at them, i promise. he’s always sendin’ shit like that and i delete them. there is nothin’ between me and that girl, i swear.”

of course, you believed him, even if he didn’t have the conviction in his voice. osamu would never betray your trust in such a way. but your anxiety festers in the back of your throat with your next question. “do you…want me to look like that?” you asked, fear pulsating throughout your body, scared of what his next words are going to be. did he settle for you? is he waiting for his “perfect type” to come along? you could never reach that goal, you can’t be what he wants.

again, osamu’s bewildered stare meets yours. “no, i just want you. the way ya are is perfect, it’s all i’ve ever wanted. you’re all i’ve ever wanted.” he stares into your eyes looking for some kind of response, your silence prompts him to continue.

“okay, yes. suna’s sent me that kind of stuff before we started datin’. it’s never meant anythin’, it was just stupid guy talk about the girls he was hookin’ up with. i don’t want a girl like that—i don’t want anyone if it’s not you…”

his words feel nice and in your head, you know them to be true. but it doesn’t sit right with you, still. knowing these girls have been on his phone. event the thought of them being there before you started dating makes you feel icky, as possessive and irrational as it sounds. you sniffle, bringing the phone down and wrapping your arms around osamu’s neck to pull him close.

“first, delete all of those photos,” you say, voice still weak from all of your blubbering but osamu takes you seriously, nodding at your demands. “And then I want you to tell suna that we’re together and he can’t send you stuff like anymore. no exceptions.”

“anythin’ ya want, baby, i promise.” he reaches over and immediately starts removing the pictures without a second thought. never sparing them a passing glance until they’re all gone. when he’s done, he chucks his phone away and cradles your face in his hands. “can i kiss ya, baby, please. i’m so sorry,” he breathes, forehead pressed to yours. “never want ya to feel like that…ever.”

you smile for the first time, his words overwhelming you in the best way. softly, you nod, and osamu attacks your face with kisses, an apology falling from his lips between each one.

a few days later, suna approaches you to apologize for his messages. you can’t help but notice the fading bruise at the corner of his mouth.

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nyxthejinx · 1 year

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hey! i heard your requests were open and this is honestly something ive been wanting to request from someone for a long time but i was never sure if they did sibling dynamics,, until i saw your post haha

could i request some sibling headcanons with childe? preferably one close in age to him (maybe like one year younger)

dont be pressured to do this btw! feel free to delete my ask 💗 hope you have a good day <3

𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐳𝐡𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚'𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐬

A/N: thank you for asking anon! I'm glad you found what you were looking for, hope you like it. I'm just sorry it took me so long, busy times :')

𝐓𝐖: Spoilers for Childe's past, super tiny bit of angst, one swear word ig, just you and Childe sibling-fighting.

𝐅𝐭.: Childe - GN!Reader (platonic)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 814

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: Treehouse - Alex G, Emily Yacina

𝐈𝐟 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬. Side by side through thick and thin, you and Ajax bring both havoc and cute displays of familial love capable of warming up the biting cold of snezhnaya.

Alright

You're either two menaces or polar opposites, no in between.

But in the end you share both happy bonding moments and "come here and let me strangle you" situations, yanno, ordinary administration.

Plus your relationship had its ups and downs with Ajax falling into the abyss. But family stays family right?

More under the cut!

As kids you used to venture together in the woods, little sledge in one hand and wooden swords in the other.

In case you don’t share Ajax’s adventurer spirit well, I’m sorry for u he’s dragging you out anyways <3

He’d pretend to be one of the characters from your father’s stories and play the hero, but he won't let you be the mc most of the time. Smack his face with a snowball >:(

Snowball fight -> tickle fight -> one of you gets “seriously” hurt and starts crying.

Cue for the other to shush them in fear of your parents' wrath, even tho they're not around.

But despite these little quarrels you tend to be mutually kind in your everyday life.

Someone broke something? Whoever is innocent tries to take the blame. The other intervenes and in the end you both get away with it.

You’re too cute and wholesome, your parents can’t punish you.

It started as an act of bravery and affection, and now it’s a strategy you always use >:)

Those times when Ajax wakes up because of a nightmare you scoop over and let him hide in your bed.

You'd even come up with bedtime stories of your own, where he's the strongest ever and nothing can hurt him. And of course he does the same for you.

You’re lovely really, But then you'd fight over the silliest shit </3

There was a time when he kept giving you the silent treatment, and you wouldn’t understand why??

After at least ten years of cohabitation you learned the telltale signs of his anger, but why was he mad? You just spent the weekend with your dad while he was stuck in his bed with a cold- oh.

Most of the times you apologise and clarify, you don't like it when silly conflicts put distance in your relationship.

Some other times you get mad in return.

That same day you stomp on the ice during their fishing session and all the fishes they've been waiting for hours swim away.

Ends up in a fight, and another headache for your dad who has to break it up before one of you falls in the water.

Your relationship is just beautiful, but Things change after he disappears into the abyss.

You were having one of your usual adventures and Ajax just disappeared.

Three days later he's back, but it's not the faded scratches on his skin or the rusty sword that worry you. It's his dead eyes.

You try to bring up the subject, tell him that you're here in case he wants to talk about it. But he just shows an empty smile and says that he's fine.

And the more you observe him, the more you don't recognise him.

It will take a long time before things start to resemble the past, between him joining the fatui and you chasing after your own ambitions and dreams.

Once Ajax finally finds courage to tell you what happened in the abyss, you kinda get into this habit of talking at least once a week.

You huddle for warmth in a blanket fort, fire crackling in front of you. Depending on the mood you'd confide your problems or talk about silly stuff. Even share silence sometimes.

He'll also make hot chocolate if you want <3

Ajax's the cook between you two, and for once he's grateful for his mother's unorthodox teachings. He bakes the best snacks ever.

But fatui business forces him to leave at a certain point, so all you can do is exchange pictures, letters and trinkets via mail.

Though you love each other it's inevitable for you to grow distant.

BUT

When family reunites from time to time the younger ones want to play board games, or just play in general.

That's when everything goes back to your childhood days, as you two team up and help Teucer, Anthon and Tonia win the game.

Your older siblings can do nothing and honestly they don't even bother to try <3 you're still a menace to society, more dangerous than ever.

A monopoly round once ended up with real money debt.

Your actual meetings are sporadic, but Ajax assures you that he's never forgotten the pinky promise he made you.

You'll see Teyvat together one day, and even conquer it if you'd like ;)

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#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #childe #childe x reader #genshin childe #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #genshin tartaglia #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #gn reader #genshin fluff #| Genshin Impact 🌓 |#| Nyx Writes 🌑 |

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dojae-huh · 4 months

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oh my god huh nim....I was shocked to see ur sad nd serious post...I thought u r going to stop posting or deleting this blog...I was out of breath for a sec...u knw what I did?? I just open the post nd went to last para...nd saw nothing about deleting ...ooof.....I am relieved...

Nd about what u write...ofcrs I did see you as someone who will defend ppl who get criticism for something they didnt do...u defend dy not only becoz he is ur bias ,coz he worth it...I understand you huh nim...let's hope for a better year this time...where everyone being kind to others nd also to themselves...cheers to 2k24....fighting...

I won't delete this blog. I invested too many hours of my time in it to do so.

I do think of taking breaks from posting or stopping it altogether from time to time (to free the time and direct it towards more useful things), but time has shown I'm too weak against my old habit of maintaining blogs. And I always have the excuse of practicing writing in English.

Personally, I want Lucas to comeback to work in 2024. I wonder if he is studying acting. It doesn't look like he is waiting for SuperM, Kai is in the military, Taeyong will go soon. So I'm really curious what SM is cooking, what will be their rebound strategy. Lucas posted recently on his IG, and got 2,1mln likes. He still has a very strong core fanbase. His fans know him as a good person. So do Doyoung's fans know him as one and believe him.

I'm also interested how NCT centre will (or not) improve handling NCT. Seems like 127 neos liked the winter album's design (finally, heh).

#ask me away #food all around chips all around #Lucs is Cas uri Cas

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pairing: lando norris x fem!fewtrell!reader [no faceclaim, reader is faceless] summary: you've had a crush on your brother's best friend for years now, but haven't had the guts to tell him. but christmas is about telling people how you feel, and this ski trip might be the perfect chance. notes: tumblr tried to kill me dead and stop this smau from getting released but i persevered bc delivering wholesome christmas content is a full-time job. also as a disclaimer... i have never been skiing. so hopefully this doesn't suck. anyways merry christmas thanks for all the love over the last few months!

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ynfewtrell ski trip part one: the fewtrell siblings venture into the wilderness

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username1 OMG YN AND QUADRANT CONTENT COMING SOON

maxfewtrell Doing me dirty

ynfewtrell it's a full-time job

alex_albon whose dog did you kidnap?

ynfewtrell don't worry about it

landonorris posting as if i was not on aux for the three hour drive we took together :(

ynfewtrell your aux skills are exactly why you didn't get posted

ynfewtrell

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ynfewtrell ski trip part two: this shit EZ

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maxfewtrell I have footage of you falling over several times

ynfewtrell no you don't because that didn't happen

username2 that shit is breathtaking dawg

landonorris built different 💪

username3 ok yn in her photographer era

landonorris i took two of these ynfewtrell no free promo if i post it before your jpg account it's mine

landonorris

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landonorris the most wonderful time of the year with the most wonderful kind of people

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username4 aw lando and his emotional support fewtrell siblings

team_quadrant Are we just chopped liver?? landonorris yea

username5 yn is actually SO pretty omg

maxfewtrell I can't believe you've done this

landonorris 😁

username6 bring back your jpg account

ynfewtrell post the video of you falling and sliding into that big snow bank

landonorris only if i can slide into you ynfewtrell what landonorris what three comments were deleted by landonorris

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ynfewtrell ski trip part three: being both holly AND jolly this season

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username7 yn is such a g for giving us lando content

oscarpiastri I would not trust him with an animal

username8 BAHAHA OSCAR COMING OUT OF HIATUS TO ROAST LANDO

maxfewtrell Glad my tree decorating services aren't going unnoticed

username9 ok but you're slaying the all-white look

landonorris she holly on my jolly till i

ynfewtrell no no finish the sentence

landonorris

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landonorris totally normal christmas where nothing exciting happened. definitely didn't fall in love with my best friend's sister and kiss her under the mistletoe.

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username10 I KNEW I WASN'T CRAZY I SAW THOSE DELETED COMMENTS

ynfewtrell that'd be crazy if it happened. good thing it didn't.

landonorris exactly what i'm saying

username11 the unicorn helmet LMAO

username12 girl u are focusing on the WRONG PART OF THIS POST

mclaren Take him to the moon for me 🥹🧡💫

username13 BYE team_quadrant Back off, they're ours

maxfewtrell Ugh you guys are both so annoying. Happy for you tho

ynfewtrell ? landonorris wym? nothing happened maxfewtrell Nvm die miserable

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ynfewtrell ski trip part four: christmas magic ❤️💚🎄🌟 (+ proof that we did, in fact, fall over skiing)

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maxfewtrell Finally

ynfewtrell 14 year old me is giggling squealing kicking her feet rn landonorris ew do u have a crush on me or something ynfewtrell NO SHUT UP

username14 pelting ur new bf with a snowball is such a funny hard launch

team_quadrant Cute

ynfewtrell thanks for the invite pls keep giving me free merch

oscarpiastri I just know that the snowball was deserved

ynfewtrell yea that was his punishment for not making a move sooner landonorris i'm a little slow okay

username15 wahh i'm gonna miss yn's posts now that the ski trip is over 💔

landonorris i love you btw ❤️

ynfewtrell 🤭💐❤️

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folkloreguk · 3 years

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French Class [6]

A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut

words: ~ 3.8 k

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You: can I come over? I kind of need u

H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone

It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.

The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.

“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”

You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.

“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.

“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.

“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.

“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”

You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.

“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”

With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.

“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.

“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”

He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”

“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”

“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”

“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.

“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.

“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.

“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.

“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.

“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”

At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.

“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.

“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.

“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.

“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”

“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.

“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.

“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.

“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”

He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”

You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.

“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.

“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.

“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.

“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.

He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.

One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.

“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”

In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.

Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.

“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.

“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.

Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.

“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”

This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.

When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.

“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.

“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”

“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.

“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.

The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.

Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.

Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.

Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.

The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.

Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”

He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.

He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.

“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”

Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.

“Okay,” you answered.

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godofmanifesting · 2 years

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tysm for ur posts !!

ive been in a huge slump over the past year about manifestation, and as much as i got "lots" of results in a year, i struggled a lot with self concept, persisting, and ignoring my reality until i decided to go on tumblr for manifestation advice and saw u.

i binged all the accounts you would recommend for an hour or two, deleted my subliminal playlists, and started new. i took ur advice to heart, and applied it. everyday, id affirm that id be a master manifester and that i was a powerful human being (even making affirmation wallpapers for me to wake up to yk?)

just 2 days using ur advice etc, i was doing a challenge to not use a mirror at all (i found that the root of my obsessions was mirrors, so i decided to treat the root of it instead of trying to just 'force' remove it) and within 2 days im stunned 😭😭

like here r my results. i can even give some pics to u personally if u want since there are some appearance related ones:

- dropped toxic friends i didnt want to drop b4 (i was clinging to them, i didnt think i deserved more)

- amazing self concept seriously. like everyday life seems so easily natural for whatever reason, and i dont feel like manifesting is a weigh on my shoulders, its just there and ive gotten rid of so many unconscious thoughts and beliefs i didnt even know i had 😭

- manifested a youtuber sharing my post AND over 100likes and nearly 1k views just by affirming and visualizing ONCE while i was showering. this was yesterday. im still stunned bc i visualized someone sharing my post, it getting lots of views n likes AND IT HAPPENED JUST AFTER I GOT OUTSIDE THE SHOWER

- okay this i have pics for btw!! my jawline is 10x sharper, literally. ive been visualizing my df and just generally affirming stuff like "im so pretty i cannot" etc and took pics today of myself and i was unrecognizable almost. my jawline like 2 days ago was NOWHERE close to now. my nose bridge got sm higher as well so now it looks like a perfect s-line as i visualized.

- also despite looking in the mirror every once in a while, taking pics, looking at my view counts etc MY MINDSET DIDNT CHANGE AT ALLLL like if i tried doing this back then id be crying, sobbing, complaining, and generally negative being like "whatd i do wrong" 💀💀 BUT NONO I STILL HAVE THAT MINDSET THAT I HAVE MY MANIFESTATIONS ETC

also THIS WAS IN 2 DAYS. imagine like in a week, month, year.. ilysm and just ty for ur posts atp. ive never seen advice like this ANYWHERE, no matter where i go and bam. im so glad i went here

i’m VERY glad to have helped. this is literally amazing, you accomplished this much in just TWO days. this goes to show that nothing is impossible and that you can manifest in a short amount of time. this past year i’ve been in a slump too as well, but i’ve just recently (almost a week now) stopped being inconsistent, got tired of my own shiet, and just start applying consistently and i’ve seen shifts already, even since the first day! i’m like so glad that my posts helped you and i hope that your success story helps another! and keep up the good work, i can’t even imagine the progress that you’d have made by a month! and congratulations!

#law of assumption #neville goddard #manifestation

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adrikazu · 3 years

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WAKING UP WITH THEM

FEATURING— akaashi, suna

GENRE— fluff

NOTES— if you saw me post this like three times, mess up and repost it and delete it, no u didn’t <3

WARNINGS— none, fluff!!

Suna

Both of you were in bed, the starry night coating the sky with its comforting darkness, and Suna on this particular night was kicking more than usual. He shuffled, and kicked you in the leg and woke you up. Immediately you noticed it was in fact not day, and still night time. You turned over, and for a good look at Suna . As always he looked tired with everything even in his sleep, but he looked at peace. His hair was a mess, a birds nest per say, and his hands clasped around his pillow. But you tugged your arm away from his grasp and woke him up with the action. His eyes slowly opened and his moldy lemon and almost melancholy eyes gave you a questionable look. “Why are you awake?” You deadpanned back at him. "Guess who kicked me?" Immediately his face dropped but he worked a grin, and rested his head again. "I wonder who." Your phones brightness blinded you, and Suna quietly laughed at your mistake. The time was 2:29 am, your shared bed room was nothing but the dark. Your eyes needed to adjust to the dark again but otherwise nothing in your bedroom had changed. The silk covers were tangled around Suna and yours bodies, pillows hot and ready to be flipped over. His eyesight never left you and watched as you placed your phone back on your bedside table. He was quiet, similarly to everything outside on your street. The night enveloped everything and the street seemed empty. Of course there was always that neighbor, but despite it everything seemed still, dusty yet happy and comforting, Happy even if it was the middle of the night, or to say even more into the night. Morning hours would be in a couple hours so you decided to return to bed, where a happy deadpanned boy laid waiting for your return. Immediately his arm reached out to embrace yourself , and he fell back asleep. Suna is sweaty when he sleeps, and shuffled again and tired to kick. But that was a quirk to embrace and appreciate as much as it woke you up and made you irritated.

Akaashi

The morning's sun rose and with it came it's irritating yet graceful rays. Blinds were open and the warm feeling caressed your faces, who unfortunately wake both of you up. He turned over to face away the rays, and you planned on doing so too but you paused to look at the time. 11:37, it's time to get the day started. Turning over, you poked Akaashi's face and giggled . His hair was a mess, sticking to his forehead while he had light eyebags. He refused to open his eyes but his hand softly held onto yours. He hummed, and opened his eyes. Akaashi's eyes were always a beauty to look at and get lost in. Blueish eyes, while in the sun they appeared more green. Beautiful pupils that perfected them, brought them together to admirer. His lips tugged up and formed a smile that you would never get tired of viewing. Akaashi quietly groaned, before asking for the time. "It's 11:37, it's time to get up. "His eyes narrowed at you and then closed them, and got comfortable. "It's too early... " "It's going to be afternoon in half an hour. ” This caused him to bury his head into your shoulder, meanwhile you leaned your elbow on your pillow in effort to look at him. you dropped down, letting your head rest instead . "You should sleep more early. " "I wish I could dear, I've editing some chapters Tenma sent out." All you could do was smile back at him. “Do you want to sleep in?" He leaned in and pushed you closer, arms snaked around your waist in back and he rested his head in the crook of your neck. Naturally you took this as his response, and hummed.

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shotorozu · 3 years

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hellolololo!¡! so i recently saw this video where their

s/o goes on to omegle and the other person from omegle like goes “hi ur cute” or “u have snap?” and then their boyfriend just enters the frame,, can u do that to todobakudeku separately :3

if u dont understand u can check this out 😭 https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJdEqc7V/ tyy ❤️❤️

“ur kinda cute” on omegle

(tiktok prank)

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (bnha)

part two — part three

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, crack — ‘x reader’

note(s) : i love these types of requests 🤩 so i plan on making 3 parts with this (oh and don’t worry, i’ll finish the other tiktok prank series i have going on at the moment)

also, there’s no proofread on this so if there’s any typos or mistakes, sorry! i’ll be editing them in the morning

┈ ✁✃✁✃✁✃✁✃✁ ┈

todoroki shouto

okay so, the entire tiktok idea was planned— but the part where shouto came in surely wasn’t staged

so, being a curious young person— you wanted to make a tiktok, where you went on omegle just to speak to people for fun

and inside of your head, you’re kinda thinking that “this is dumb, omg im going to get flashed on there.” also while you were setting up your laptop

but you just used the appropriate tags and !! you were set off for an adventure

you set your phone aside, and you filmed most of the experience— cutting out the not so interesting encounters out of your tiktok

and then came on a dude, who had a,, unique reaction. he didn’t seem all that fishy— until he asked you for your snap (your social medias, essentially)

“you’re kinda cute, y’know. how did i not see you before?”

you shake your head, “oh no no! i appreciate your compliment, but i’m very much taken!” your mind immediately flashing back to the image of your icyhot boyfriend

“nahh you’re lying! i don’t see any dude back there”

oh,, and that was because shouto was out getting snacks 🧎 “no really dude, i appreciate it! i’m very much taken and being disloyal is out of the question!”

this dude just kept insisting and insisting, and due to the struggle— you weren’t able to hear the door knob jiggle

it seemed to be that his advances came to an end, and your lover made an entrance— a mop of red and white peaked out from the door frame

and the dude literally got scared and ended the conversation 💀 because you really weren’t lying!

you also figured that it was time to end your omegle shenanigans, and finish the tiktok— because your boyfriend was already there “hi love, who were you talking to?”

you closed your laptop, and offered him a smile “i was on omegle for a tiktok! i’m glad you’re back.” you discard your phone, wrapping your arms around his torso (and also making sure you don’t delete the draft)

shouto doesn’t say a lot, but he immediately accepts your touch, setting the groceries aside.

he doesn’t question the fact that you were on omegle because well,, he had to get used to your shenanigans on tiktok SOMEHOW

a few hours later, you posted the tiktok— and almost immediately, the tiktok gains a lot of attention

“i love how your boyfriend drove the last dude away 💀💀” “man the last dude didn’t take the hint 🗿” “your boyfriend indirectly protected you! we need more guys like him.”

you snicker at the comments, which ultimately gathered shouto’s attention “what’s up, love?”

you show him the tiktok, “the tiktok did well.” he’ll comment calmly, but shouto’s lowkey MAD ?? that a dude had the audacity. but he’s just glad that you’re happy just maybe,, don’t go on omegle anymore 💀

“love— next time, let me in on your tiktoks.” he says, running a thumb along your cheek lightly. because he was actually quite entertained, putting everything aside

bakugou katsuki

as if bakugou katsuki would let you go on OMEGLE, a place that’s known for having the sketchiest people to ever exist— but make it virtual

but being with you made him realize that well,, if you want to do something, you’ll go through lengths just to do it.

even the great bakugou katsuki can’t really stop you. whatever makes you happy— but oh, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t highly discourage it

which lead you to go on omegle for a tiktok in the other room, while bakugou exercised in the very next room.

when you told him that you wanted to film a tiktok, bakugou only shrugged— “don’t do overly dumb shit.” was what he only told you and he left the door open too

you then set up your phone and laptop, applied the appropriate tags— and went off to make your tiktok

you only filmed the interesting encounters, and the people you met on there were very diverse in personality and just,, in general.

after the 4th encounter, then came a rather interesting dude. he didn’t seem all that ordinary but he wasn’t spectacular. he was just nice

and the conversation was rather normal— until he started asking for your socials “putting everything aside, do you have social media? you’re really cute.”

you reject immediately, “oh no, i appreciate your words but— i already have a boyfriend.”

you just have to hope that he noticed bakugou walking back and forth with equipment, but with his next words— that doesn’t seem to be the case

“i didn’t see anyone back there, a simple no would’ve been sufficient instead.” uh oh

“no really, i—” and before things escalated, katsuki’s head peaked through the door frame, freshly out of the shower “are you almost done, idiot?”

the dude literally looked behind you, and thought “oh shit, their boyfriend is bakugou fucking katsuki.” because bakugou is famous for,, multiple different reasons

the dude’s camera shakes in terror, “oh uhm,, it was nice meeting you!” not long before he dips from of the conversation, never to be seen again.

closing your laptop— you end the tiktok while bursting into laughter, and this action just confused katsuki ever further. he heard you speaking to someone, and when he looked, the person was nowhere to be seen

“what are you laughing at??”

“nothing katsuki, i was laughing at the tiktok i just made.”

then— you figured that it would be best to tell katsuki now that you were on omegle (long story short, he wasn’t pleased)

he scolded you that you shouldn’t be on omegle, but let’s be honest, he couldn’t stay mad at you— so he just cuddles the frustration away

when you upload the tiktok the following hours, it blows up pretty quickly—with comments like “LOL IS THAT BAKUGOU KATSUKI??” “he had guts until he saw bakugou katsuki 💀” “tbh i’d be scared too”

and when you report the news the katsuki, he smirks— “as he should be.”

midoriya izuku

at this point, izuku is very much used to your shenanigans on tiktok. he’s very supportive of whatever you do all in all

but, about omegle,,, yeah,, as much as he trusts you— he does not trust omegle. he’s aware that it’s a shady place, and he doesn’t advise that you do go on that website bc he cares

so when you brought up the tiktok idea, he proposed that he’d be there, right beside you just to monitor if anyone’s being weird :)

and that’s great! because you also wanted to ask if he wanted to be a reoccuring guest in your tiktok— and of course, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he opposed?

he helps you set up your laptop and phone— all of that sort of stuff, and then you guys were off to make an interesting tiktok

oh, but izuku did apply the appropriate tags because he didn’t want you to see odd things he was secretly nervous but,, you were very ethusiastic, so he was too.

the first several people were interesting in their own way— especially with their reactions to your boyfriend appearing on screen

usually, they’d back off with, and comment on how cute your boyfriend is— wishing the both of you well before calmly leaving to meet new people,

that was how it was, until you met this person in particular.

he sounded very,, egotistical— i wouldn’t say that because you’ve just met the dude, but he acted like everyone wanted him or it sounded like that

then he says, “you definitely have a phone number, right? you’re cute, just my type.” wkdksmd this is awkward since izuku’s right beside you, but he’s just outside of the frame

then, izuku pops out of the frame— in all his cute ass glory, he gives a small wave to the not so pleased stranger

“please, that’s your boyfriend?” he scoffs, “with those arms, he looks like he could be your little brother! now let me ask again—”

it’s really weird?? because have you seen izuku’s gainz?? and this dude’s audacity is extraordinary.

but little did this guy know, he’s looking at midoriya izuku— and,, you’ve seen his performance in the sports festival.

the dude takes another glance at your boyfriend, who’s sitting there right beside you— and he realizes who he was talking to

“oh shit, you’re—” and before the both of you could realize it, he nopes out of the conversation.

after that encounter, you burst into a fit of laughter— the look on izuku’s face being priceless. “you should’ve seen your reaction!”

“haha, i guess he knew who i was,” he says bashfully, cheeks warming up. because it registered in his mind that people actually knew who he was. “can you,, upload the tiktok later? i want to hug you— i mean! if that’s fine.”

of course it’s fine! you oblige, and give him all the hugs he could ever need

after cuddling with izuku, you do upload the tiktok— and an hour later, your tiktok notifications blow up

the tiktok all in all gathered 1M views, 780K likes, and over 1,500 comments— most of them saying stuff like

“your boyfriend’s reaction was so cute?? i know he looked like he was going to punch him through the screen but 👀” “last dude was just not it.” “LMAO HE REALLY TRIED IT” “is your boyfriend IZUKU MIDORIYA??”

when you excitingly showed him the tiktok’s results, he was certainly pleased— because most of the comments were positive, and also because the tiktok’s results made you happy

“i’m glad that it did well!” he’ll sigh in relief, pressing a kiss against your temple, let’s just not go on there ever again

┈ ✁✃✁✃✁✃✁✃✁ ┈

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I freakn love ur posts

Could u do a hisoka x farmer reader

One day when y/n went apple picking she found hisoka's unconscious body laying up against the apple tree. So she takes him in washes him, dress his wounds, and clothes him. And when hisoka wakes up he's given a plate of warm delicious food and he's also awestruck at her beauti. Henceforth he visits her everyday and even helps do some chores around the farm like feeding the animals

ANON I’m so glad you requested this, this brought me so much nostalgia because it reminded me of my old OC that I loosely inspired off of applejack.

And in the midst of writing the first draft of this request, my Tumblr crashed and deleted everything and I was devastated.

Sparks fly, it’s like electricity I might die

Fem reader

Y/n headed to her Apple orchard, the apples were perfect this time of year and it won’t be long before new ones begin to grow in, her friends all insisted on helping her but this was one of the many things she liked doing alone.

She began to get to work, buckling down, tying her hair in a high messy ponytail and tying her flannel shirt into a makeshift crop top. It was in the middle of a scorching heat wave but she wasn’t about to let a little bit of sun get in her way. Apple picking was going great, she had her trusty dog, Daisy by her side and would often play catch with the apples. Everything was going so well until Daisy started barking and growling at something in the far distance. Y/n thought he saw a bird or a squirrel, “Leave it alone, boy, it ain’t hurting nothing.” She told the dog, not paying the barking any mind until Daisy bolted off, “Daisy?!” Y/n shouted and chased after her dog and whatever he was barking at. That’s when Y/n saw it, a seemingly lifeless body propped up against one of her trees, there was no distinct corpse smell so it couldn’t be dead right? She shooed her dog away from the body and checked for a pulse, “He’s alive Daisy! I have to nurse him back to health!” Effortlessly, she scooped up the body and threw it over her shoulder. She wasn’t sure how long this guy had been out here but he was cold as ice, the heat wave had probably gotten to him and he took refuge in her orchard.

When Y/n returned to her house she laid him on the couch, grabbing a bag of ice and pouring some into a rag, wrapping it up to make some kind of icepack.

The dog, Daisy was sniffing around at the man, there was blood stains on his side that he began to lap up, until Y/n came and moved him away, “Dear lord, bad boy Daisy! You don’t know where he’s been!” She noticed the blood and panicked, “Oh bless his little heart..” she sighed and picked up Daisy, putting him outside so he could roam around in the fields while she tended to this guy who was bleeding out on her couch. Luckily she knew how to deal with these sorts of things, and fixed him quickly, maybe too quickly but she would swear she did her best. If all things failed she would just use him as compost, like momma always said, dead bodies make great plant food. Family secret.

His clothes were all bloodied and nasty, Do I really need to undress him? She winced in thought, well she wasn’t going to have his blood stained clothes do even more damage to her couch, so she removed everything covered in blood, leaving only him in his boxers. Y/n wasn’t sure she had any clothes that would fit him, so she had to make do. She grabbed one of her fancy robes from her bathroom and wrapped it around the man.

“Well I’ve done all I can do.” Y/n sighed, slouching on an armchair with her feet propped on the coffee table. She looked at the man again, and studied his face closely, she knew it was distasteful to eye up somebody while they were out cold but he was so alluring and handsome to look at. Ehh.. it’s the least I can do, he’s probably hungry anyway.. Y/n thought as she made her way to the kitchen, whipping out her best bakeware to make some cookies.

Hisoka woke up hours later, it was sunset and he was in somebodies house. He sat on the couch and wondered what happened before he blacked out but he couldn’t strike a memory. It’ll come to me. He thought, he looked at his attire and was shocked, since when was he wearing a robe? This isn’t look like his, it was way too small and hardly fit. But, it was snug. He felt something on his side, he snuck his hand under the robe to feel for something and he was met with the rough texture of gauze and medical tape.

There was a pleasant scent coming from the kitchen. Naturally, being knocked out for 5 hours, he was hungry. He limped towards the delightful scent and balanced himself on the doorway when he was met with the sight of a beautiful lady with her back facing him. Y/n immediately turned around when she felt somebody behind her and nearly threw a tray at him, then she remembered. “You scared me, damn.” She hissed, lowering the dish.

Even her voice was beautiful, Hisoka stood in awe, wondering if he had died and gone to heaven. He examined her face, aw fuck, that was just as gorgeous. Before he knew it the woman was up close and personal to him, not that he didn’t mind, she snapped in his face, “Hey are you ok? You don’t need a hospital do you?” She said, crossing her arms once she got Hisoka’s attention, “The closest hospital to here is 4 miles away and I ain’t taking all that trouble to drive on a Saturday. Y’already messed with my apple picking.” She turned around again, her beautiful h/c hair hitting Hisoka’s chest as she spun.

“Terribly sorry, but.. would you care to explain what happened?” He pulled himself a seat at the table, since his side was still burning in pain but he would never say it out loud. “What happened to you? I don’t know.” She stated, “All I know was that me and my dog found you in the orchard, you were still alive so I decided to be kind and patch you up.” Y/n gently set a plate of cookies in front of Hisoka, “Here, eat up, muscle man.”

Daisy, who had been let back in before sunset, began sniffing at Hisoka, then bared his teeth and started growling.

“Daisy, damn!” Y/n growled and led the dog out of the kitchen, “Sorry about him, he doesn’t usually act like that. Don’t worry he never bit anybody.” Hisoka smiled warmly as he enjoyed his plate of chocolate chips, “It’s quite alright~ animals aren’t too fond of me~” he admired her body as she walked, the way her hips swayed perfectly, he restrained himself from trembling in arousal, “By the way, these are delicious~” His compliments made Y/n smile and run her hand through his hair, a friendly gesture that made Hisoka warm inside, his heart pounding violently. “Thank you! It’s an old recipe on my dad’s side!” She spun around again so she could wash her dishes, every move she made just drove him even more close to insanity, but in a wholesome way.

“Do you live out here alone~?” Hisoka asked, he could barely even hear his own words his heartbeat was so loud. “Nope, I got my dog with me.” She replied, “But one of my friends is staying in an upstairs bedroom, she’s in a fight with her boyfriend but she ain’t home right now.”

Hisoka hummed, then his phone buzzed in the pocket of the robe, “Oh dear~ I’m sorry to cut things so short but I have something important I need to get to~” he stood against her from behind, holding her beautiful hair aside and speaking into her neck, “Thank you for your hospitality darling~” was all he said before he whisked away into the night, not forgetting to take his clean clothes that were neatly folded on the coffee table. Y/n should’ve told him to be careful with his injuries, but she was just so flustered she stood dead in her place not able to process what had happened.

Tomorrow flew by quickly, she had finished the rest of her apple picking and went off to the store to buy more feed for the animals, and dog treats for Daisy.

Something she found weird however, was that when she returned all of the animals were fed, even her old tractor, which she promised to clean like, 3 weeks ago, was shiny and spotless. She stood dead center in her driveway for a moment, maybe she had done all of these chores and just not have remembered it? That couldn’t be possible, she remembers everything. Maybe she was low on coffee when she did them. Nevertheless she went on with her day, the animals were fed and happy and she could finally lounge around.

The next few days she really began to notice something weird, there was no way she could be doing all of these chores without remembering them. She asked Tiffany, the friend that was staying in one of the spare rooms, if she had been doing chores for her, which she denied. Tiffany wasn’t a person to do chores, she was one of those “up-tight city-girls” as Y/n would say. Still, she loved Tiffany to bits. Back to the mission at hand, Y/n needed to do some investigating, while she didn’t mind the free labor, she needed to know who was behind this.

She woke up extra early so she could hide out in her truck and see what was really happening, she looked at her phone, it was almost 7 am. The mystery worker could be here at any moment.

Somebody emerged from the apple orchard, Y/n frantically, but quietly looked through her binoculars. “Heavens to Betsy-it’s that guy!!” She whispered in disbelief. She tossed her eye-gear in the passengers seat and ran towards the man. He was currently crouched down in front of chickens, gently spreading out chicken feed as they slowly came toward him. The birds were used to him by now since he had started coming around. Then to his surprise, the chickens were scared away when Y/n suddenly jumped into the chicken pen and tackled Hisoka, “I caught you!!” She shouted, and pinned him to the ground.

Hisoka through his hands up and chuckled, “I knew you were watching me in your car~” he said, “I was wondering when you were going to catch me~”

“Truck.” Y/n corrected and sat up, sitting on Hisoka’s thighs, “While I appreciate this, why have you been sneaking on my property without telling me?!”

Hisoka, still laying on the ground, grew flustered, his face turning a bright red, “Well..” he slowly sat up, looking at her. Her hair was down and she was wearing a loose tank top, he gulped at the beautiful sight. “Well..?” Y/n dragged, arms crossed over her chest. Hisoka closed his eyes and shrugged. Y/n rolled her eyes, she grabbed Hisoka’s face and made him look at her, “Listen, big boy, if you wanted to be nice and help me out, just come to me ok?” She noticed he was nervous from his tense body language, she took one hand and stroked his hair back lovingly, “You don’t have to be nervous around me~” Feeling fuzzy again, Hisoka scoffed and gently grabbed Y/n’s wrists, looking away, “You don’t have to treat me like a child~” he giggled. Y/n laughed and kissed him on the cheek, “Don’t act like one then.”

It took some time for Hisoka to get used to directly walking up to her, sometimes he would stand in the distance and just stare at her from afar, until he built up the courage to finally come to her, or until Daisy made a fuss and barked at him. But as time went by Hisoka grew close to her and helped with with the chores, and with the animals. She even taught him how to shear sheep, until he decided it was too nasty for his taste. He would rather much throw feed at the gentle chickens and put some hay out for the cows-while they were miles away from him. Y/n teased him for “being too afraid to get his hands dirty”.

One day Hisoka lost control and kissed her, making them stumble back on a hay bail.

#hunter x hunter #hisoka morrow #hunter x 2011 #hxh hisoka #hisoka headcanons #hisoka morrow x reader #hxh #hxh imagines #hisoka x reader #hisoka x y/n

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starylust · 3 years

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Softie Iwaizumi ❣

✧ I W A I Z U M I H A J I M E ✧

genre: fluffff

WORD COUNT: 1250

you and iwaizumi have been having such a long morning as it is. time was going slower than usaully and the lectures were not helping at all. all iwaizumi wanted more than anything was to be with you and that’s exactly what happened. but who is to say it was just you two there?

This morning had been going by extremely slow. Your first two classes felt like hours upon hours when in reality it had just been an hour and a half.

Iwaizumi had a long morning as well as his classes felt like forever. The two of you were also tired as Iwaizumi wanted to stay up last night on a call with you.

The both of you were just not having a good morning. The time felt slowed and the air was uncomfortable and humid.

All Iwaizumi wanted to do right now was be with you, whether it be you in his arms or him in your arms. Lunch break was nearing meaning he could get the chance to see you and that's just what he needed.

Pulling out his phone he decided to text you asking you to meet him in Hall A where no one usually was for lunch.

Iwaizumi was still sitting in class blocking out the teachers lecture as he was just staring at the clock watching the hands move.

You on the other hand had just felt your phone vibrate trying to pull it out without the teacher noticing. Looking up to check what she was doing you saw her back facing you and decided that was the right time to check.

You saw the text from Iwaizumi and texted him back yes before quickly putting your phone away.

A few minutes had passed by now and the bell had just rung. Both of you had packed up your stuff heading towards Hall A.

Iwaizumi was in the middle of walking when he got stopped by the volleyball team asking to eat lunch together. He declined telling them he was already busy with lunch plans.

The team nodded and started heading to the lunch room while Iwaizumi kept walking towards Hall A.

Looking you noticed that you had gotten there first and looked for a comfy place in the hall. You decided to go near the end of the hall where a few classrooms were.

Sitting down you looked up once more to see Iwaizumi walking towards you and waved at him. He smiled at you and started heading towards you.

"Hi Haji," you said to him.

He placed his bag down before sitting next to you.

"Hey," he answered back.

You noticed the air around him was a bit gloomy and the tired expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" You asked while turning your head to the left to face him.

He sighed "long morning, how about you?"

"Yeah me too."

You both sat in comfortable for a bit while you both pulled your lunches out and placed them in your laps.

Iwaizumi let out a big sigh indicating that he wanted to just cuddle you right now, even if you are in school.

"Hm what's wrong babe?" You asked curiously, even already knowing the answer.

You saw him form a goofy pout on his face before turning his head to face you. You laughed softly knowing exactly what he wanted.

You wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to him and enjoy your lunch together. But you being you, you decided you wanted to hear him say it with his own words.

"C'mon, what is it?" You said.

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes knowing exactly what you were doing as well. He was getting a little impatient just wanting to enjoy his lunch and time with you right now.

He let out another big sigh before looking at you giggle once more.

"Come here I want to hold you," he said looking away, feeling a bit embarrassed he said that out loud and in public.

You looked at his cute shy expression moving his arm to go over your shoulder. You scooted in closer as you put your arm behind his back and snuggled into his shoulder.

"This better?" you ask smiling.

You turn your head to look at his smiling down so softly and happily at you. You felt you heart warm up a bit.

Iwaizumi was never the type to show his soft side or his clingy side out in public. You realized he probably had an extra long morning if this is how he was acting.

You both opened your lunches and began eating. Both of you eating mostly in silence talking here in there.

You noticed Iwaizumi eyeing your lunch a bit in the corner of your eye. Wanting to see if he'd comply with you once more you looked up at him.

"Did you want something," you asked.

Iwaizumi looked down at you knowing that you were just teasing him. He just wanted a bit of your lunch knowing you probably made it.

He was enjoyed your cooking and was craving it just a bit. Looking at your lunch was not helping as it looked so appetizing and appealing that he just wanted a taste.

He opened his mouth and said "ahhh."

You looked at him and laughed quietly. Not wanting to give in yet you shot him a confused look.

"What?" you questioned.

Iwaizumi let out a grunt knowing you were just teasing. You were probably going to get your way anyway.

"Can I get a bit," he asked.

"Sure," you answered back.

You lifted your lunch up to him offering him some.

He looked at the lunch in front of his face scoffing and rolling his eyes before looking away. You knew he wanted you to feed it to him, so why are you doing this.

Knowing how vulnerable he was being today you wanted to test how far he would go.

"Feed it to me," he mumbled still looking away.

"What?" You questioned once more.

"I said feed it to me," He said turning around to face you.

He opened his mouth once more saying "ahhh."

You put your lunch back down in your place and grabbed a good sized piece. You were bringing it up to his mouth as you both heard a click.

Accidentally dropping the food into his lap you saw the whole volleyball team with their phones out trying to hide behind the wall.

Both of your eyes widened as you didn't realized when they got there and how long they were there for.

Iwaizumi started feeling embarrassed as he never acted this way unless it was in front of you. You turned to look at Iwaizumi real quick seeing his expression made it seem like he had just seen a ghost.

You saw the expression turn into anger as he slowly moved his arm from your shoulder and placed his lunch on the floor.

"Oi, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE?" he yelled.

The whole team looked at each other before laughing a bit.

"Who knew you were such a softie Iwa-chan~" Oikawa stated.

The team looked at Iwaizumi looking for his response but before any of them could register what happened, Oikawa felt a hand slap the back of his head.

"Ow!" He said.

"Let me see the pictures you guy took," Iwaizumi said keeping a straight face.

They all showed the pictures to Iwaizumi. Inside his head he was thinking about how cute the two of you looked in those pictures.

Was he going to let the team know that? No.

"Give me all your phones before I beat your asses one by one."

Everyone quickly placed their phones in Iwaizumi hands as they knew better than to defy him right now.

"I'll give them back later at practice now leave idiots."

He turned around and headed back to where you were sitting laughing at what had just happened.

"Why did you take their phones," you asked.

"I wanted to save the pictures before deleting them," he mumbled.

Looking at the way his face flushed pink you leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Haji, you're too cute for your own good."

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hi guys:) im sorry for the tiny spam i decided im posting my wattpad one shots on here since they get more attention than on wattpad. i hope you enjoy them though cause i love writing them ngl. i have a few angst ones coming up too but after a few more fluffy ones!

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dianapana · 3 years

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SH Day 2: Fashion Statement

Modern AU, OOC

@sasuhinamonth

Bullies exist everywhere you look, in school, at work, on the street and most of all, on the internet. Countless bullies hide behind the anonymity the internet provides them in order to bring down strangers for no apparent reason. But there is always a reason, jealousy, an inferiority complex, a superiority complex, or plain and simple the bully is a pile of trash and no one should call it a human being. One of the worst things one can do when being active on social media is read the comments, because no matter how many positive comments there are, one bad comment outweighs them all. Scrolling through my Instagram I see the perfect example of this issue. Hinata is barely an acquaintance, I have not seen her since middle school almost a decade ago, she’s not active on any social media, or at least she wasn’t until today. The picture in front of me brings back all of my past thoughts of her, how pretty her face looked, how refreshing and pleasant her lower voice tone was; out of most people I was aware of at the time, she was one of the least annoying. The only thing that bothered me at times was her meek demeanour, how easy she’s fold under the pressure of bullies; and it would appear that she had not changed in that particular category.

The picture was there, I liked it, I looked through the comments, I saw all the negative ones, I saw them misgendering her due to her short hair and baggy clothes, I saw them calling her names; and then there was nothing, because the picture no longer existed. Much like in school, the bully applied pressure on her, and she caved in on herself and chose to hide.

I wish I had taken a screenshot of the picture to post myself, but that would have been an invasion of privacy. She looked older and more mature, her hair was much shorter than in middle school, almost a buzz cut. She had always worn baggy clothes, but her style developed to streetwear, all in all, the picture was, in my opinion, a work of art. But as soon as it appeared, it disappeared. I can’t explain why it bothers me this much the fact that she took it down, but it just does.

I hate all the entitled fucks that think people own them anything. Females do not own them femininity, males don’t own them masculinity and gender non-conforming people don’t own them an androgynous appearance. Gender and fashion style are different issues, they can reflect each other or not. People use clothes for various reasons, as art, as means of expression, or they use them to hide. We talked about this during one of my courses in gender studies in university and it fucked with my brain how many people, young people that are supposably ‘woke’ heard that for the first time. I was shocked how many were unaware of things that I consider common sense.

I have the urge to reach out, assure her that the shit those incompetent fucks commented is the furthest thing from fact. Maybe I also feel guilt, because I was aware she was bullied in school and never helped, my apathy always made me so sure that it had nothing to do with me. It wasn’t my issue to fix, it wasn’t my battle to fight, and this isn’t either; but I’ve also learned to understand that being quiet might not be as hurtful as actively attacking the person, but it’s damn near close enough. So, I click on her blank profile and shoot her a short message. ‘the pic looked nice. U didn’t have to delete it just cuz some ppl don’t know what style is’

It was partly to comfort her, and partly to prove to myself that I’ve become better even in the slightest. I press the lock button on my phone and the screen turns black, I put it screen down on my bed and leave the room trying to fool myself and the universe that I don’t care if she replies or not.

I return to my work desk, continuing this charade, I am actively trying to not think about it, but the more I try not to think about it, the more I think about it. There is something about a 24-year-old Hinata looking the way she does, yet listening to haters, that just doesn’t sit well with me. I’m still in deep thought about the issue when my laptop dings, letting me know I received an email. I half expect it to be Hinata, but it’s work-related and my focus turns to that for the time being. Work keeps me busy for the remaining of the day, enough to push the whole issue out of my mind for real. In a blink of an eye over 9 hours have passed.

I wasn’t able to fully finish everything I wanted, due to some issues but I have to call it a day, since I worked overtime quite a lot. I go back to my bedroom and pick up my phone ready to order some delivery for the night when I see that Hinata responded.

“That was very thoughtful of you, thank you for the kind message.”

“I agree that I shouldn’t let myself be brought down, but it’s devastating in the moment.”

“I’ll try again.”

Her last message makes me click back on her profile to see that she reposted the picture with the caption saying ‘fuck you’. A sense of pride flows into my body, and I can’t fight the urge to comment as well, ‘fuck them all’. I go back to our little chat.

“Im glad u decided to post it again.”

I’m trying to formulate a compliment that doesn’t sound weird, I don’t feel like we are close enough for me to call her beautiful or pretty without it sounding like I am flirting, stunning sounds extreme, sexy and hot feel somewhat disgusting; yet all these five adjectives describe her, because she is beautiful, pretty, stunning, hot and sexy. I’m in the midst of this internal battle when I receive a reply.

“I am too. Thank you again”

I don’t feel like I deserve thanks, so I decide not to write back ‘you are welcome’, but I still want to compliment her so I click back to look at the picture, seeing whether having the picture in front of me will help. I’m lowkey annoyed when I get a notification that I have a new message from her, I am hell bound on finding a compliment and she is hell bound on stopping me. Either way, I click on the message, but upon reading it, my annoyance dies.

“I’m actually in Konoha for the first time in forever. I was thinking…if you maybe want to meet up? I’m here for a month, let me know if and when is a good time for you 😊”

Under normal circumstances, an invitation to ‘hang out’ from any former classmate be it elementary, middle or high school would annoy me further and I’d turn it down immediately. But for some reason, the idea of meeting Hinata after so many years, seeing what she is up to, interacting with her now as adults, makes me oddly enthusiastic. I reply before I can overthink the issue.

“Sure, we can meet, I’m free every Wednesday and throughout the weekend.”

Her reply is almost instant. “That’s perfect! See you Saturday” Reading her message makes me forget what day it is, so I have to look at my phone’s calendar; Saturday is the day after tomorrow, in less than 48hs I will see Hinata. My feelings are conflicted, they lay somewhere between nervousness, which is new, and giddiness, which is even newer. In order to calm myself, I do what I always do, set a goal. By Saturday I’ll have an appropriate compliment for the picture and her, it will have more impact if I say it face-to-face anyway, yes that’s the reason I want to see her, so I can feel as if I completed this little mission of mine, no other reason…

#sasuhinamonth #shmonth #sasuhina month #sasuhina #sasuhinafanfic #hinata hyuuga #hyuuga #susake uchiha #uchiha #dia story #diawrites #fanfic #day2

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