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leclercings · 18 days

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Dinner Date | Charles Leclerc x Reader

Genre: Angst, Pining

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: It's a long distance date night with Charles...

A/N: Wrote something short! Sometimes I really feel bad for Charles and I was trying to understand how he must feel after the races.

You sit back and relax, finally discarding the heels you had been wearing throughout the day.

It's date night and you want to be ready.

You're in Paris for a conference, and it was tiring as fuck. You barely did any sight seeing. Instead you were toiling away on this hydraulics project along with your team.

You go in for a hot shower which eases the tension in your body. You get ready, wearing a red dress and subtle make up.

There are butterflies in your stomach.

At exactly 7.30, there's a video call. You switch on your laptop to see your boyfriend staring at you, happiness evident on his extremely tired face.

“Charles!”

His outfit complements yours- a red Ferrari hoodie and jeans.

“Wow,” he pauses, staring at the screen intently. “You look stunning, Y/N.”

“As do you, mon chéri,” you reply instantly, making him smile even wider.

“Someone is learning French!” Charles speaks enthusiastically.

“I miss you."

“I miss you too, babe.” He says, taking a sip from the water bottle kept next to him.

“How is testing going?” Charles, is a Formula 1 driver for Ferrari, and he is in Bahrain currently.

You're doing your best for this relationship even though you both are miles apart. The days don't feel easier without him.

“It's great,” he replies, but he looks disappointed. His stint with Ferrari was great initially, but now, it feels like such a disappointment.

“Charles, you know you can talk to me right?”

“I don't want to talk about it right now. Shall we order, love?” He asks you, opening out the hotel menu kept in front of him.

You feel a little hurt by his reaction. You know how much this means to him, but you're worried that he will keep bottling his emotions up and then after a while, it'll all come out in the nastiest way possible.

Charles is usually really patient, but every person has their limit. His is being tested with each race.

“Yes please,” you respond, copying his actions.

“What do you feel like having?”

You browse through the menu, trying to figure out what to eat.

“Do you have pasta in the menu?”

“Let me check,” he says, flipping the pages. “Oui!”

“Great, then we can have pasta.”

You order some wine and pasta. Dinner goes great. It feels like you're both together in the same room, even if it's for a little while.

You talk about anything and everything except F1. You know that Charles needs his space and you're willing to give it to him. He will talk to you whenever he feels like it.

You don't realise how time flies. It's 11pm. It must be even late for Charles.

“I need to sleep,” he says, stifling a yawn. “Another hectic day."

“I understand, babe.”

“What I don't understand is that even though I keep pushing hard, we're not getting the results we should. We've worked on the car and our strategy a lot…”

“I know you're doing your best. I'm proud of you.”

He gives you a sad smile.

“I really don't want to go tomorrow. Come to Bahrain?”

“I can try, but I can't say anything right now.”

He nods before giving you a little wave and cutting the call.

"Good night, love."

"Good night."

You sigh. You want what is the best for Charles, and you hope that Ferrari will give that to him.

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lizzieislife94x · 3 months

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Jealousy (e.o)

Requested <3

LizzieG!PxFem Reader

Requests are very much open people taking today to catch up on them and doing as many as I can so please be aware there might very well be a few updates today sorryyyyyyyyy 😌

Y/ns POV:

I step out the bathroom with my towel wrapped around me sighing in relief when the cool air of my bedroom hits my body I look at my outfit laid out on my bed and smile it's my friends birthday party tonight it's gonna be amazing I've not had a proper drink in so long I'm hella excited to drink and dance the night away I'm pulled out of my thoughts by my phone dinging I walk over and pick it up and notice a text from my friend lizzie and smile.

Lizziebear❤️: Hey y/n you're still coming to my party tonight right? I feel like I've not saw you in forever if you try and cancel I will come to your house and carry you here 😅

Me: Yeah of course I am! I just got out the shower and I'm about to start getting ready I should be at yours in the next 2/3 hours honey boo although getting carried there does sound rather fun

I giggle as I see the text dots appearing.

Lizziebear❤️: You think I won't? 😉 haha ok see you soon

I throw my phone on the bed and smile as I pull my towel up hugging it a little I pull my matching bra and panties on and grab some shorts and a baggy tee to wear while I do my hair and make up I decide to wear it curly after an hour and half I'm finally done with my hair and make up I go for natural make up I admire myself for a few seconds before I stand and walk over to my dress once it's on I smile and turn a little checking my ass out it hugs my body perfectly it looks tight but feels comfy what more could I ask for and it shows my figure perfectly, I quickly grab my phone from the charger and check the time fuck 7.30 already I call an uber before sitting on my bed and fixing my heels I grab lizzies card and gift as I head downstairs to grab a blazer incase it's cold later just as I get my blaze I get the notification my ubers here so I quickly head outside.

Lizzies POV:

"Scar I swear keep your mouth shut tonight" I say warning my friend as she giggles wiggling her eyebrows i roll my eyes and grab a drink "damn lizzie you look smoking hot in a suit" she says with a smirk "I think y/n will agree when she gets here and I bet her eyes never leave you" I quickly throw an olive at her as a warning making us both laugh it's been 20 minutes and people start to fill my house, I look around and my mouth falls open when I see y/n strut in like she owns the place I notice alot of guys and some girls watch her the same way and I can't help but feel jealous I politely excuse myself from the group of people I was with and head down towards y/n I quickly make my way through the crowd as she notices me she screams and runs to me jumping and wrapping her body around me "oh my god lizzie heyyyy happy birthday, I've missed you!!" I smile and wrap my arms around her "thank you babe and I've missed you too I'm so glad you could make it" after a min she slides down my body to get to her feet and i groan as her front rubs against my own bulge I take a step back "hey I have to go say hi to a few people that's coming in but please help yourself to drinks" and with that I go greet others.

Y/ns POV:

I order a vodka and mixer and sit at the bar area drinking it as I feel arms wrap around me "y/n I've missed you" I smile at the voice and turn returning her hug "scar hey! I've missed you too" we spend the next hour drinking and catching up before I stood up a little tipsy "I'm going to dance" I say giggling as I head to the dance floor and start to dance after 20 minutes I head back to the bar roasting needing to have cool drink I order another vodka and mixer as a cute guy walks up to me "hey gorgeous I don't think I've seen you before I'd remember a face like that" I blush a little as we chat his hand rests on my thigh and I push it away "hey uh I'm gonna go Dance" I quickly make my way to the dance floor and start to dance as he follows, what's the harm in dancing so screw it I sway my body in time with the music as he wraps his arms around me pulling my ass against his crotch I don't pay much attention as we continue to dance his hands roam my body honestly I'm to lost in the music to care I let it take over me as I dance my heart out after god knows how many songs I step away as he continues to try and get close "it was fun dancing but that's all it was" I yell over the music I jump in surprise when I feel protective arms wrap around my waist but instantly smile and calm when I see lizzie "Jack go away keep your hands and eyes off her" I can hear her tone and it sends excitement through my body she spins me and pulls me close "oh baby what are you doing letting him touch you like that letting him grind against you like that" lizzie whisper yells into my ear sending chills up my spine as her hand rests dangerously close my ass "I oh um I was lost in the music not paying attention to him" I say honestly as she grabs my hand and leads me through the crowd of people and before I know it we're in her bedroom the loud music suddenly just muffled noise I feel her eyes burn into me as I finally get to see what she's wearing and my mouth goes dry fuck "did you like it when his hands where all over your body" she whispers as her finger tips gently run over my stomach causing my breathing to hitch "n..no I didn't know th..they where all over me" she smirks and lays her hands on my hips pulling me against her "oh baby I did I watched it all happen and I didn't like what I seen the way his hands touched you groping you the way he was pushing his tiny little dick against your ass thinking he was going to get lucky, was he baby was he going to get lucky" I gulp completely taken back by her words the things she's saying the way she got so protective its all so new but fuck me my body is reacting to her every look and word "no he wasn't mommy" I slap my hands over my mouth as she smirks "good answer baby such a good girl his little dick would never make you feel as good as mine would" the fact she has a dick isn't anything new but the thought of her fucking me just made me gush my panties are soaking "I couldn't even feel his dick when he was grinding against me"

I say honestly and before I know it I had my back pressed against her front as she started grinding against me I instinctively started to grind against her dick moaning as I could feel it getting hard against me "mhh fuck lizzie please" the words slip out and soon I feel a sting against my ass cheek "that's not my name baby" she growls into my ear "mmh fuck mommy your dick feels so big and hard" I say shyly as I feel her kissing my neck causing me to moan again "is this ok baby I need your full consent if it's not we can chill out in here and watch a movie or go back to the party" my heart melts at her words as I turn and do something I've wanted to do for so long I smash our lips together in a passionate kiss as she returns it instantly I moan when I feel her tounge run over my bottom lip and she uses the opportunity to slide her tounge in my mouth our tounges soon exploring eachothers mouths after a minute we break away when air becomes a problem "you have my full consent mommy" I say seductively as I start to slide my dress off slowly her eyes never leaving my body she pushes my hands away and starts to remove the rest of my dress soon I'm left in nothing but my bra and panties "so fucking beautiful y/n" I blush a little as my hand makes it's way to the only button holding her suit jacket closed and whimper at the site of her naked boobs she smirks and pushes the jacket off as I unbutton the suit pants they quickly join the rest of the clothes as we start to make out falling onto the best I can't help but moan when I feel her rock hard dick pressing against my clit perfectly "i need you mommy please...fuck" she groans as I beg for her she quickly removes my panties as I work on my bra by the time I look up her boxers are gone and she's naked the sight has me dripping down thigh she pushes my legs open her eyes fixed on my wet cunt I feel so shy under her gaze "so pretty and wet for me babygirl almost like im not the only one whos thought of this moment"

she grips my hips pulling me closer as she leans over taking my nipple into her mouth "fuck mommy please don't tease me" I moan loud as her dick presses against my wet entrance before I could say another word I feel her hard member stretch my walls and scream in pleasure as my back arches off the bed "fu...yes mommy d..do..don't stop" she works her hips perfectly thrusting her 9 inches in and out with ease as her head falls back "fuck baby so fucking..tight and warm" she groans as she thrusts faster and harder hitting spots no one has ever hit before "just like that mommy oh fuck s..s..so good so b..ig" I pant as my hands play with my hard nipples I feel my legs start to shake uncontrollably as her dick hits every spot it needs to inside me "fuck babygirl don't you dare cum!" She demands as my eyes snap open to her lust consuming her eyes "o..k mommy fuck" I whimper as she pounds my cunt harder the noises coming from how wet my cunt is turning us both on more "cum for me princess" she moans as she slams deep inside me both of us cumming at the same time moans and pants fill the room as she collapses ontop of me our chests rising and falling rapidly "oh my god baby" she moans into my ear as she leaves gentle kisses against my jaw after a few minutes we sit up and I blush under her stare "let's get back to the party baby but this time the only hands on you are mine princess" she smiles pulling me closer I sigh content with the contact of our bodies "ok baby" I whisper as we both get dressed and head back to the party smiles plastered on our faces as she wraps her arm around me protectively we spent the rest of the night laughing and dancing with eachother making it the most perfect night.

AN: one request done ✔️a couple to go haha gonna leave this for an hour before the next one so I hope you like it 😊 word count just over 2k

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gaytamorfosi · 5 months

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The sofa on which everything changed

🇬🇧 ("Il divano su cui è cambiato tutto" Versione Inglese)

The new sofa was stiff, the fabric was as tight as a violin string, it was like sitting on a wooden bench. Riccardo didn't feel like a person sitting on a sofa, he thought he looked more like a toy placed there, where some careless child had placed it and forgotten it.

A mug full of tea, feet on the table, some music...

Riccardo listened to the radio wrapped in his very white, soft and scented fleece sweatshirt. He had tried to make himself comfortable on that new sofa, he was trying to feel at home in the rented apartment starting from the simplest things he could think of. However, the way in which he had arrived on that sofa was anything but simple, Riccardo's life had been completely revolutionized in just a few weeks.

Riccardo's father, a gruff and very religious man, had insisted that his son start working in the family's small hardware store in Saronno. Riccardo on the other hand wanted to go to university, he didn't even know what he wanted to study but he was certain that he didn't want to spend his life surrounded by allen keys, siphons and bolts. "I know what's best for you" the father kept repeating in a dry and authoritative tone. Riccardo had tried everything to convince him, but with the big hard head that his father had, the man remained adamant on his decision.

One evening Riccardo decided to play the last card he had available and after having made his parents sit on the sofa, he took courage and announced: "Dad, Mom, I like boys". The father responded with laughter, followed only by silence. Realizing that it wasn't a joke, a veil of disbelief passed before his eyes, and then exploded into ferocious anger. He would have strangled that ungrateful son, how dare he? The man's hands would have already been wrapped around the young man's frail neck, if his mother, who rarely asserted her opinions, had not intervened. Half an hour later Riccardo was outside the front door and walking bent under the weight of a large backpack, dragging two suitcases larger than him. His whole life was inside, thrown haphazardly. Paradoxically, Riccardo had never felt so light-hearted and, although his soul was hurt, he smiled at the thought that the next day he would go to see the state university of Milan. Riccardo spent a sleepless night at the Saronno station; he took the first train to Milan at 5:44 and then headed straight for the university.

Having arrived in front of the large building, he had to wait an hour and a half, because the large door opened at 7.30. In the almost deserted square, his eyes rested on a rainbow flyer hanging on the wall: it indicated the appointments of the LGBTQ+ collective of the university. Riccardo took a photo of it with his cell phone, thinking that perhaps someone among the members of that group could host him for a few days. When the guard opened the doors, Riccardo tried to reach the internal courtyard, but was immediately stopped: "where are you going with all these suitcases?" The guard asked, “They're for a lesson, I'm here because I have to assemble all the equipment. They told me we're on the top floor" Riccardo lied. The guard pointed with a perplexed look towards the way to an elevator that took him to the top floor, and Riccardo thanked him and set off with a determined step, before the guard could ask anything else. Once in the bathroom on the top floor, the poor exhausted boy locked the door and fell asleep.

It was long after noon when Riccardo woke up and headed to the meeting of the LGBTQ+ collective. Everywhere he went all those suitcases made him feel like a Martian who had just landed on planet earth. Riccardo identified the meeting room without problems, it was the noisiest of all. The cheerful chatter of those present did not stop when the boy entered the classroom, but a few poorly concealed glances quickly flew from the boy's face, to his body, to his heavy luggage.

As usual, before starting the meeting each boy stood up in turn repeating out loud his name, his faculty, how many years he had been studying and how many years he had attended the collective. When it was his turn, Riccardo stood up and said "I'm Riccardo, I'm 19 years old, I'm not a student and my parents just kicked me out of our home". Since everyone was staring at him with dismay and made no sign of going on with the introductions, Riccardo continued his story by summarizing what had happened to him in the last hours.

That evening Riccardo slept on the sofa of a group of roommates who were members of the collective, the following day the boys of the collective had spread Riccardo's story to half of the LGBTQ+ community of Milan. For three weeks Riccardo bounced from one sofa to another, he quickly found a job as an usher at the Carcano, the famous theater, then finally he moved (more or less permanently) renting a room in an apartment in the suburbs. Now he shared the house with Simone, a thirty-year-old with a massive physique: he had no hair, he was not very manly in his ways and he worked as an assistant and researcher at the university. The two got along well, but their schedules were so different that they rarely crossed paths in the apartment.

That day Simone had to give a lecture at university, so Riccardo was alone at home. Riccardo sat on that stiff sofa with the cup in his hand and while the tea bag colored the water, the young man's fingers turned over the strange colored paper package where the teabag had been kept shortly before. "I wonder where does Silvia get these things?" he thought. Silvia was a friend of Simone, one of those girls who think they are a bit witchy and collect crystals and supposedly magical objects; wherever Silvia passed, she left behind a trail of trinkets and nonsense that she believed were prodigious and Simone let her do it, just to make her happy. The sachet had some illegible writing on it, but for Riccardo it was as if it said "Silvia brought this".

Smoke rose silently from the cup of hot water, and a sweet aroma wafted through the room. "...Vanilla? ...Caramel? ...Hazelnut?" Riccardo asked himself as he inhaled the intense fragrance released by the cup. It was such a full-bodied scent that it seemed to penetrate the skin and warm the body like a hot bath. There you go, perhaps for the first time in weeks Riccardo was managing to relax. "If only this fleece sweatshirt didn't itch so much," he thought, and then he began to undress. It was a really strange garment, until a few moments ago it seemed soft and comfortable, but now it stung unbearably.

Standing shirtless on the sofa, Riccardo brought the cup to his lips, blew, and then took a small sip: it was the best tea he had ever drunk, sweet but not cloying, it almost tasted like... A kiss. This too was a strange thought, Riccardo had never kissed a man's lips, yet that was the taste he associated it with. Riccardo waited patiently to let the drink cool down a little, then took a few sips. The warmth of the drink spread to every corner of his body, giving a profound feeling of well-being. It had been a lifetime since Riccardo felt so good, he felt alive, he wanted to go for a run outside, to go out and look at the sky, to start a new chapter in his life...

"I have to ask Silvia where she got this stuff" he thought, scratching his beard.

Yet another unusual event: Riccardo had never had a beard, yet now it was there, thick and black, almost like that of his roommate. Riccardo, prey to the almost orgasmic sensation given by the colorful tea, paid no attention to his beard, nor to the hair that was starting to grow on the rest of his body. The beard gave Riccardo a distinguished look, he looked a few years older but it suited him really well. With that hair he looked more muscular, but was it an illusion or were they real muscles? How was something like this possible? This explained his desire to move and run, his new muscles were warm and ready, like a racing bike that had just left the store. But running for what? Running to whom? Riccardo decided to get dressed and go out, but first he finished the contents of his cup in large gulps.

The desire to go out immediately vanished and Riccardo remained sitting exactly as before, dazed and in disbelief. A sense of sudden relaxation permeated his body, which gradually began to sink into the sofa. The cushions bent and deformed under the sudden weight of Riccardo's mass, which began to increase impressively. The little skin and bones body that Riccardo had until a few minutes before was nothing but a distant memory, covered as it was with muscles, flesh and fur.

The transformation that was taking place would have astonished anyone, a little man of not even twenty years old now easily looked over thirty, and had multiplied his size as he never could have done in his life, not even if he had started living by binging and lifting weights. Riccardo was satisfied, relaxed and happy, a bit like how you feel after a big Christmas dinner.

When that feeling dissipated, he reached a mirror and observed himself with satisfaction: He was a really good-looking man. Despite the absurdity of the situation, Riccardo remained calm, as if everything was perfectly under control, as if he were the one who wanted to change into another person. The more he looked at himself in the mirror, the more he realized that his build looked like an exact copy of Simone's. Who knows what the neighbors would have said? With those two gorillas in the apartment next door (one of which had probably eaten that skinny boy who is no longer seen). Speaking of Simone, how could he explain to him that that teabag had transformed him into such a beast? At the word "beast" Riccardo had the idea of checking a very important part of the body, which he hadn't yet thought about. Even before he put his hand there, he couldn't help but feel a certain movement in his underwear, but a sudden noise interrupted the delicate moment: they were Simone's keys in the lock of the door. Riccardo's heart began to beat so fast that it seemed to have grown too. For the first time a sense of concern permeated that new and massive body, which now walked awkwardly in front of the front door.

The door swung open revealing a tiny figure covered in a much too big blue t-shirt. A cute and frowning blond boy was staring at Riccardo. "Simone?" Riccardo asked in amazement.

Simone had drunk the same tea that morning, but to him it seemed like a perfectly normal tea and he had gone to give his lesson. During the return journey on the tram, he felt sudden dizziness and decided to get off, fearing that traveling on public transport would make the situation worse. As he walked home, he began to shrink and rejuvenate, and while his body took the shape of Riccardo's, soft blond hair grew on his head, while his beard vanished without leaving the slightest trace. Simone couldn't believe what was happening, how could he stop this? The more his body transformed, the more the desire to run home arose in him, which was quite difficult with shoes and clothes that were decidedly too big, so much so that he necessarily had to hold them up firmly with his hands so as not to lose them on the street. The poor guy ran holding those enormous trousers with two hands, it almost looked like he was taking part in a sack race. Since the trousers fell everywhere and hid nothing, they were now just an obstacle and Simone decided to abandon them on the street. Running in his underwear allowed him to go faster, after all there was only the last bit of road left to go.

He reached the front door repeating in his head the speech he wanted to give to Riccardo to explain what had happened to him, but the biggest shock was yet to come.

Opening the door Simone was astonished, but immediately understood that that big, bare-chested man with a visible erection in his trousers was none other than Riccardo.

It wasn't necessary to say another word, the two knew exactly what had happened to the other, even if they had no idea why something like this had happened. Then they felt stronger than ever that impulse to sprint, to run, to reach... each other. That was why Riccardo wanted to run out, the same reason that pushed Simone to run home: A magnetic force attracted them to each other. Simone swallowed, his eyes moving from Riccardo's face to his swollen package, while his little feet moved carrying him towards the big man. As Simone walked, he also dropped his underwear, which was now loose on him. Riccardo also freed Simone from his shirt (which almost reached his knees) and saw that Simone was also very excited. While Simone tried to return the favor and unbuttoned his roommate's belt, Riccardo couldn't help but look at the little body in front of him, with his small throbbing erection: "you're the cutest thing I've ever seen" he said.

Simone blushed and once he had removed the belt from Riccardo's trousers, he pushed him towards the bedroom and closed the front door.

Riccardo lifted Simone and put him on the bed, he thought he looked really cute small like that, then without hesitation he took off his own trousers and underwear.

Simone didn't even have time to realize that Riccardo's member was even bigger than the one he had before transforming. Riccardo reached his roommate, dragging his knees on the sheets and bent down to give him a kiss: it was a sweet-tasting kiss, perhaps because Riccardo's lips still tasted like tea. Simone had never received a kiss like that, he would have liked time to stop there. Riccardo's warm skin in contact with Simone's was the most beautiful sensation they had ever felt.

Riccardo moved, made Simone lie on his back and opened his legs, to insert his bearded face under his balls: it was such a sensitive spot that Simone was afraid of coming immediately, only to be touched there by Riccardo's lips, who instead he started licking the boy's little hole. Simone trembled with pleasure (since when was he so sensitive?) while he clung to the sheets, the desire to grasp the gigantic manhood of that big man with both hands made room in his head.

When Riccardo raised his head, Simone moved and gave way to Riccardo, noticing that in his haste he had forgotten to remove his socks. While the big man stretched out his broad back on the bed, Simone struggled to take off his gray socks, now deformed because they covered feet that had just multiplied their size. There was something exciting in this action, Simone thought it was weird, he had never had similar tastes, usually feet left him indifferent, but now he couldn't let Riccardo's heavy leg fall back on the mattrass. Instead, he brought his foot close to his lips and kissed the sole of the large foot, then ran it over the skin of his torso, up to his pubis. Riccardo, smiling amused, used his toes to tickle Simone's erection which now more than ever seemed about to explode. Extremely excited, Simone lowered his face to Riccardo's hairy pubis and kissed him repeatedly. Riccardo's erection was also throbbing, Simone grabbed it with one hand, while the other delicately held the two big balls. Riccardo suddenly felt totally subservient to that bold blond, now that his powerful new tool was entirely in his hands. Simone brought his face closer to the precious loot and took it into his mouth, putting into practice all the experience he had in this kind of things. Riccardo, faced with that completely new sensation, was on the verge of coming several times, but before doing so there was at least one other thing he wanted to try.

Simone moved and straddled Riccardo, as if it were the response to a telepathic message. After having lubricated the area properly and having put the largest condom that was in Simone's drawer, Riccardo delicately inserted his member into Simone's thin opening. He was generally versatile, but it had been years since he had found a top partner. It was one of the most intense relationships of his life, and he thought that whatever had happened had been necessary to bring the two of them there, in that moment, in that form, into that bed. They came within seconds of each other, then moved to the bathroom to clean themselves.

With a slightly clearer mind, Riccardo asked: "...and now? what do we do looking like this?". Simone, sitting on the bidet, had his back to his roommate and without raising his eyes replied: "There’s only one thing to do: now I'll call Silvia and ask her if this situation is temporary or permanent. If necessary, we'll stay at home for some time waiting for it to wear off".

Riccardo's face darkened, he didn’t know why but he didn't want things to go back to the way they were before. "If it's just a temporary thing, would you like to have another cup of that tea every now and then?" Riccardo asked with a shyness that was even more endearing on a big man like that. "Another cup of what? And what if it's permanent?" Simone replied in an astonished and worried tone. Riccardo crouched behind Simone and gave him a kiss on the shoulder, then said: "If it were permanent, would you like to go out with me?"

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𝘓𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘣 𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭'𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘪 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘵à, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰. 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦.

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘣 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

#gay body swap #gay tf #gay transformation #gaytamorfosi #male body swap #male tf #male transformation #age regression #male muscle growth #age progression #body swap #age swap

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psychedeliccc · 6 months

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seven | theo × reader |part 5

warnings : none I think /lmk!

word count : 715 words

a/n: I was hardcore swifting while writing this.

Masterlist

"Put your lips close to mine

As long as they don't touch

Out of focus, eye to eye

'Til the gravity's too much

I'd like you to be mine

But you might not like me enough. "

Another letter. Another poetic confession.

Your heart leapt in awe.

you didn't know who sent it to you but you knew for a fact that it isn't Theodore, it couldn't be. You're the most delusional person you knew, you couldn't let them get the best of you.

You're way too out of his league, you thought to yourself. You crossed the possibility of Theodore writing you those letters completely out of your mind.

But you'd still want to find out who took the time to craft those sweet poetic letters, who would go out of their way just to make you feel loved?

Perhaps it was just some sick prank by a senior? You wouldn't spit a word of it to anyone else. That's for sure.

Words spread like hayfire at hogwarts.

Especially among the ravenclaws.

They can be treacherous at times.

You'd been thinking of taking pansy and Luna's advice,

to ask Theodore out.

You only had two years left at hogwarts and you wanted to make it count.

What's there to lose?

You can't decide if it's a choice.

You'd just get swept away.

You'd only hear the sound of your own voice,

Telling you to stay.

He might break your heart but you can't break a heart that's already torn.

You've been in relationships before and it had been gore.

You've been cheated on and used before so you already knew what you could be getting into when you'd have asked Theodore out.

You didn't say Theodore was an atrocious heartless creature but you simply couldn't risk breaking your heart, again.

The path is reckless.

The slope is treacherous.

So when you did finally build up the courage to ask him to help you with potions, you were quite shocked with his response.

...

"Theo, look I feel bad I really do, you might not want to talk to me but I wanted to ask you a favor. "

"A little too dramatic perhaps? " Theo said as he turned a page of his book. Not even glancing at you.

You were in the library.

You were alone.

It was quite.

It was perfect.

"Well anyway, I was wondering if -"

"Shhh" Madam irma shushed you as she raised her glasses over her eyebrows as a threat.

"Go on. " Theo whispered, eyes sewn to his book.

" I need help in potions. " You spurted in a quite whisper.

You felt an intense amount of regret,

You'd be smart to walk away

but you're in quicksand.

Theo kept his book down with his index finger in between as a bookmark.

You were sure he'd laugh at you in response but-

"Sure, when? " Theo replied as his azure eyes gazed into yours.

Out of focus,

Eyes to eyes.

"Wait really? "

"Did you want me to say no? "

"no."

"ragazza divertente" Theo cursed under his breath. He barely smiled but he did when it was you.

He itched his neck as he looked up at you once more.

"Take a seat. " Theodore said as he took a piece of parchment from his pocket and placed it in his book.

Funny, it looked oddly familiar.

Never mind.

Can't be.

"What time works for you? " Theo asked as you took a seat opposite to his. He scooted foward as he glimpses at your flustered face.

"Uh - 5 pm is fine. "

"I'm busy then. "

"Half past 5? "

"How about 7.30? " He argued.

"We're supposed to be in bed by 8." You finished.

"do you want to learn from the potions master or is it not important enough? " Theo's cocky grin once again imprinted on his beautiful face. His eyes burned through yours.

All we are is skin and bone.

Trained to get along.

Forever going with the flow,

but it's like friction.

"Fine then " You rolled your eyes as you left him alone.

he waved you goodbye as you left.

he said yes.

But it wasn't a date.

Just innocent lessons.

Unless,

you made it one.

You grinned as you held out your vile of felix felicis , glaring at its content.

You were cruel, absolutely vain.

And I will get you, and get you alone

Your name has echoed through my mind

And I just think you should, think you should know

That nothing safe is worth the drive.

Taglist : @jetblackpayne

#theodore nott angst #theodore x reader #theodore nott fluff #theodore nott smut #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #new #PART5YALL #i hope you like it #fr contemplated it for 2 days #ilyguyssm

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collegelifediary · 6 months

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☆ Day in the life of a software engineering student☆

Side note : I have 8 hours of classes every single day

Morning routine (5-30 -> 7.30)

Wake up at 5.30

Take a little shower and do morning skincare

Drink water

Read affirmations /listen to them

Check Notion to see what I have planned for the day

Make daily green juice and drink it

Prepare lunch box and back pack

Get ready for the day

Eat breakfast

Head out to the bus station at 7.30

Morning classes (8.30 -> 12am)

Get the most possible out of each class

Be active

Lunch break (12 -> 2.30pm)

Eat lunch and relax for a bit

Re-apply sunscreen , makeup , brush teeths , ...

Do chin tucks

Go to the library and study

Evening classes (2.30pm -> 6pm)

Same thing as morning classes , be active and focused

Night routine (7pm -> ...)

My night routine starts at 7pm when I'm finally back home

Brush my hair

Do my night skincare

Do chin tucks

Eat and chill for a bit

Post the daily diaries post on tumblr

Update Notion

Study everything done during the day and more - basically study untill I have to sleep

If I get a post idea from what I study for @codingquill , make it right away

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thedemoninyourcloset · 8 months

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I literally have nothing, no cool theories or things I noticed from the Natm movies, so...

Have this picture of the tiny little husbands

I love how Jed's hand is behind Octavius' back

Also I'm supposed to get up at 7.30 am tomorrow morning, but I know damn well it's not gonna happen and I'm going to be late. Again.

#jedtavius #natm #gaius octavius #jedediah smith #lgbtq #night at the museum 3 #Anyways Night #Because if it was good night #Jedtavius would be canon

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barsformars · 2 months

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A Little More

g - fluff

p - jongho x gn!reader

w.c - 1.2k

t.w - none

a.n - i wrote this back in 2020??? i found it in my notion drafts so i edited it a lil bit and decided to post it (i dont think ive posted this? i couldnt find it on my page)

You tapped your feet impatiently to a made-up rhythm in your head, constantly glancing up at the clock hanging on the wall right behind your teacher. Urgh, class was supposed to end 16 minutes ago.

"Are we going to miss it?" Jongho turned to ask even though he had already guessed that judging from the way you were acting.

"If she doesn't stop talking right now," you leaned in slightly and replied softly, not wanting to get caught talking in class. That would just mean getting held back a little longer than you would like to. "Gosh, I'm not even absorbing an-“

You pause at the sudden quietness of the classroom, looking up to see Ms Kang with her arms folded across her chest. Uh-oh.

But before she even has a chance to call the both of you out, Jongho raises his hand, making up a lie on the spot as an excuse. "Sorry, they were explaining a question to me!" He nudges you with his elbow, which was your cue to apologise as well so that Ms Kang would just get over it.

"Alright, but next time don't discuss while I'm speaking. Got it?"

"Yep!" You rolled your eyes playfully at your table partner, he has a way of always getting out of trouble. It was just impossible for anyone to dislike him, and all the grown-ups just absolutely adore him.

Thankfully for the both of you (and everybody else), Ms Kang decided that there was no point in carrying on the lesson any further. She said that everyone looked 'too dead on the inside' which wasn't not true at all. It's just the case when school had started as early as 7.30 in the morning, only ending now at 5pm (or rather 5.20pm).

You stuffed all your belongings into your bag hurriedly before helping Jongho with his. Why does he always have a pile of loose notes and books under his table? Now, if it wasn't for how early the sunsets were nowadays now that it’s winter, you wouldn't be rushing him. You never liked pressuring anyone in any way.

"If we miss it today, we can just catch it tomorrow or whenever, you know." It wasn't that Jongho didn't like you rushing him, in fact, he doesn't mind it at all. He just rather not see you stressing over something so minor so unnecessarily.

Jongho had a point, but you really wanted to see the sunset today for whatever reason. Or actually there were many reasons. You know how there's always one week in the month where the sunsets just hit different from the other days? That's what you have observed at least, even if you didn't have any scientific information to back it up or prove that was really the case. Anyways, to put it short, the sunsets recently have been extra pretty and if you don't catch it today, you'll have to wait another month. Why? You have classes that extend way past 5 o'clock starting tomorrow.

And besides, you couldn’t wait any longer. As curious as you were hopeful, you really wanted to know who Jongho had caught feelings for. He promised he would tell you on a day the sunset is exceptionally beautiful.

"We still have a little more time left," you said, not bothering to explain your thoughts to Jongho. It's too much effort to try and properly formulate your thoughts into coherent sentences.

"Alright, let's go then." Without any warning, Jongho takes hold of your wrist, pulling you along with him as the both of you ran down the hallway, then the 8 flights of stairs and finally to the open field at the back of the campus.

After all the panting and gasping for air, you tilted your head upwards only to be greeted by light grey clouds filling up the sky. The golden rays of the sunset were barely peeking out from the back despite it extending out like roots greedy for nutrients in the soil.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and checked the time, hoping that maybe this was only the starting and not the end. "They say the sun sets in 6 minutes, so I guess we just wait?" You suggested, already seated on the floor before Jongho could process your words.

He remained standing, looking down at you with narrowed eyes. There was definitely something wrong with whatever you had just said but Jongho couldn't tell if he or you were the stupid one here. "I think that means the sky goes dark then, no? Like when the sun completely sets....." His voice trails off as you tugged at the sleeve of his uniform to get him to sit down as well.

"I don't know, but no harm in waiting just a little while more."

"I guess," Jongho said with a shrug of his shoulders.

But a lot of things can happen in just a little while. For example, Jongho might just muster up a little more courage in this peaceful silence to confess his feelings for you. And in this little while, an amazing friendship could very possibly end, unless you saw him as a little more than only a friend.

Jongho decides not to take the risk just yet; there's no harm in waiting just a little while more. Just a little more, when he can be a little more sure of your feelings as well.

"What's with this weird atmosphere?" You joked, an attempt to ignore how fast your heart was racing right now. Lucky for Jongho, you were too busy calming yourself down that you missed the way his body immediately tensed up at your question.

"Uhm, I'm guessing that's-" Jongho points up at the sky that was very far from spectacular-"all today's sunset has to offer." That wasn't the best way to break the awkward silence but oh well...

"Can we wait 5 more minutes?" You had almost lost all hope at this point but you never know what might happened in the next few minutes. Maybe Jongho would finally decide to let you in on his crush's identity as he had promised. Because if he doesn't, then you might. And if it so happens that your feelings for him aren't reciprocated, you were only going to burden him with your feelings. You don't want that, but right now you're barely holding yourself back. "Do you even remember what you promised me?"

"The thing about my crush?"

"Mhmm..."

"Yea, I remember. But today's sunset isn't it." Jongho sighed as he leaned back on his hands, staring up at the now dark sky. "Just wait a little while more."

"Well, but I don't want to miss the timing just like we did with the sunset today so I'll just say it." Your voice was shakier but in no way more timid than usual, perhaps it was the adrenaline that was rushing through your veins right now. Because right now, you couldn't care less about the weight and consequences of your words.

"Choi Jongho, I really like you a lot."

#ateez #ateez fluff #ateez reactions #ateez fic #ateez writing #ateez scenario #ateez drabbles #ateez blurbs #jongho #jongho fluff

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pfhwrittes · 22 days

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Talk Shop Tuesday:

What piece(s) has (have) been most influenced by friendships you've formed here, and how is that reflected in your work?

hi gemma, i love you 💜

(and heads up, this is going to get long)

oh boy, so many of my fics have been inspired by my friends here!

it's absolutely mental to me that i started this blog because i wanted to yell at @391780 on tumblr instead of in her ao3 comments. so i think we can all say thank you to the lovely early for being my entry point into the cod fandom (her work The Arrangement was one of the first fics i read in the fandom - and one of the fics i've mostly recently re-read. i finished it up around 7.30 this morning).

in fact the entirety of the Retail Hell AU was inspired by this ask which came off the back of a post of hers talking about john price working in retail post-141 life.

in fact, a lot of my Masterlist is the result of me going "EARLY I'VE HAD ANOTHER IDEA!!!" in her DMs. she has my eternal love and gratitude for being such a fantastic writer and cheerleader for my writing.

next up, the lovely @kaadaaan is the sole reason i have so many john "soap" mactavish is a Certified Freak posts in my Here Be Kink Masterlist (heed the tags with that one, it's 18+ for a reason). most notably my most recent fics featuring slightly pathetic!johnny x pervy housemate!reader (part one and part two or on ao3 here).

vi is the WORST for letting me run my mouth on her posts or in her DMs. i have a whole document of notes on how i want to expand those fics into a truly depraved universe (rip to kyle, he's about to get put in the middle of the weirdest threesome of his life while simon slowly loses his mind over the fact that his stolen t-shirt is now a cum rag for the most disgusting couple he knows).

then there's @syoddeye. i found For the Record on ao3 and fell in love with the way they write the messy reality of living with addiction and being kind of stalled out in your life. it dragged emotions i hadn't felt for years out of me and i think as a result it's given me the courage to be vulnerable in my own writing in a way that i wasn't confident enough to do when i first started writing for the fandom.

it's really fucking scary to leave parts of yourself in your writing, intentionally or not, but the fact that they continue to pour love on my kyle x transmasc!reader fic from my Binders and Boyfriends series and have called it a comfort fic just means the absolute world to me.

and finally, there's you cariad! yes that's right, you of @gemmahale fame! you have been one of my biggest and brightest cheerleaders for anything involving our beloved kyle "gaz" garrick. it has been an absolute joy to yell in your DMs over The Contract (and some other stuff 😉). i would apologise for going "wait, what about if we did THIS...?" and accidentally turning our lovely self-contained demon au into an entire universe BUT that would be a lie. i am deeply in lesbians with your brain and ideas.

i can't pinpoint a specific fic (aside from some still unseen stuff) that you've had the most influence over but much like sy has, you've encouraged me to trust my instincts with my stories. oh and to never ever scrap a single piece of a wip, just to put it in the odds and ends section at the bottom 😉.

special shout outs go to @greatstormcat, @mortuarywriting, @dragonnarrative-writes, @eilidh-eternal, @ceilidho, @secretsynthetic, @sentientcave and so many other fantastic people that i've seen pop up in my notes just to cheer me on and grace us all with their fantastic writing. every single one of you that i've mentioned (and some people that i'm sure i've forgotten) have encouraged me to keep writing, or to be conscientious and considerate in regards to keeping this little corner of the fandom i inhabit a diverse and welcoming space to ALL readers. from the bottom of my very mushy heart, thank you 💜

Talk Shop Tuesday

#pfh answers #Talk Shop Tuesday #i love each and every one of you that has taken time to read my fics or headcanons and has graced me with likes and reblogs #back in december 2023 i never would've expected to find my way into this community at all #and you've all been so wonderful and welcoming that it makes me a little bit emotional actually #just know that if you're reading this that i love you

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devilish-mirage · 2 years

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Clueless

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader x Marc Spector

Warnings; none

Summary; Something clearly happened last night so why are you acting as if nothing happened?

Word count; 1,5k

A/n; I'm back lovelies!

Also Claire is an OC that I'll be using frequently <3

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You woke up with a pounding headache, the sunlight pouring inside from your opened curtains make you groan loudly before you cover your face with your arm to shield it from the light.

"It's too early for this shit." you muttered lowly, taking a few deep breath as you lay there, feeling the warm morning sun basked you in it's glory.

Last night was fun. You went out drinking and dancing with your friends, leting out all of pent up stress of yours that has been piling for the past week.

The main cause was because of your boss, he has some serious issues he need to sort out. He's such a perfectionist, you can't even be late for even a second and that force you to always be in a hurry every morning-

Wait- what time is it?

You jumped out of your bed and look for your phone frantically, once you do you tried to turn it on only to find out that the battery has died. Alright, this is bad.

You took your towel and ran outside, looking at the big clock in your living room that said 7.30.

You've got exactly 30 minutes to get ready, have breakfast and go to work. You won't be able to make it.

So you hurriedly took a shower and dress yourself, shoving your make up and phone inside your purse and ran outside.

You took a glance at your watch when you got inside your cab and telling the driver your destination.

You'd say it was a rather, no, it's a very hectic morning for you. Thank god you were only late by two minutes and your boss is busy inside his office so he didn't noticed you walk in.

"I told you to go easy on the drinking," you look to the side and nervously smile in response, "Well, at least he didn't see me walk in late."

"How fortunate you are, care to help me with these?" you look down and saw a lot of papers on Claire's desk.

"What's all that?"

"Oh, it's the budget for this month event."

You quirked an eyebrow at her, taking one of those papers and read them. "It's a mixed event between our division and Egypt."

Your ears perked up in response, smiling widely when you heard the word Egypt, working with them means you'll get to spend more time with your cute Steven.

She gave you a knowing look with a teasing smile, "I'm sure you're excited for this, you'll get to spend time with your boyfriend."

You roll your eyes but can't hold the smile from forming, "He's not my boyfriend." she hum in response, the teasing smile still plastered on her face. "Yeah and I don't like sandwich."

"But you love sandwiches."

"Exactly."

You playfully glared at her before taking a handful of those papers and scan through them.

"Steven, calm down."

Steven in fact could not calm down, after the 'incident' last night he couldn't slept and has been checking his phone for the millionth times today. Checking to see if you've read his text or replied.

"Marc, you know she always texted us the first thing in the morning but she didn't! Was sending the pic a mistake? Oh god, I-"

Marc rolled his eyes at his alter ramblings, trying to calm him down again before he caught the sight of you smiling giddily at his direction.

"Steven-"

"Marc, I think we've made a mistake!"

"Steven, listen-"

"Oh my god, what if something happened to her?!" Marc snapped his head towards your direction, you're getting closer by the seconds.

"Steven!"

"Steven?"

You and marc said at the same time, making Steven and Marc froze on the spot, "what happened to who?" he stare at you with widened eyes while you softly smile at him, waving your hand.

"Y/n?" he softly said your name unknowingly making your heartbeat quickened, you smile wider.

God, there's just something about the way he said your name, you loved it.

"Hey there, you alright?" you tilted your head to the side in attempt to try and see his face better.

He blinked his eyes at you, thinking of a plausible answer but the more he stare into your eyes the more he got lost in them.

Marc cleared his throat, snapping him out of his daze, he opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Dona instead.

"Oh, y/n. You're here to discuss about the event?"

You took a deep breath and tried your best to mask your annoyance, why is this Walmart Adelle always in your way?

You smiled, turning your head towards her and nodding politely. "Yes, just doing my job."

Please leave.

Dona nods her head and started to walk away. You grin, thinking that she'll finally leave you and Steven to be alone but no, she looked back at you with a confused expression.

"Are we not going to discuss about the event? It's not appropriate here."

For once she's right. You're in the middle of the Egyptian exhibit and it's noon, which means it's still operating hours so there's a lot of tourist and visitors around.

You let out a disappointed sigh and throw an apologetic smile at Steven before walking away to follow Dona.

"I'll see you around, yeah?"

Steven can't hide his disappointed expression as he watched you walk away from him, frowning deeply as he sits back down.

Marc who watched everything that had just happened in silence was a bit worried, Steven may have forgotten the incident last night for now but that's common for him because Steven gets excited and forget about things easily.

You on the other hand? You're smart, you're attentive, you pay attention to certain things more than people especially if it's important to you and last night incident is definitely important, well, to them anyway.

Still, why are you so casual? Did you see what they send you and felt awkward? But that isn't possible, you look like your usual happy go lucky self. As if last night did not happened.

Did it meant nothing to you?

Marc frown mirrored Steven, staring at your back as you walk further away before turning his attention to Steven.

"Woah, you look like someone stole your lunch." you forcefully smile at her, sitting at your table beside her before huffing loudly.

"It's Dona isn't it?" you put your head down on your table and frown at her, nodding your head slowly, "Yes, yes it's her. I swear she's cockblocking me on purpose."

She hum, looking pitifully at you. You like Steven, she knows that but it was a public secret on how Steven feels about you, and suprise surprise he feels exactly the same if not stronger.

You're just too blind to see that, to engrossed on your feeling to took a step back and just see how his eyes basically lit up everytime you enter the room, how much adoration he held in his eyes everytime that you smile and how lost and disappointed he looked when you're gone.

In other words, you're clueless and so is he.

Suddenly Claire's phone let out a loud ding! She looked at it for a few seconds before laughing and looked back at you who's still staring at her.

"What is it?" she lets out another laugh, "you should open the group chat, it's pretty funny." you slightly frown when you remember about your phone.

"I fucking left my charger at home, my fucking god-" you groan while she looked at you with pity, patting your back softly.

Could this day be any worse?

It's like the Gods above heard your thoughts and decided to answer them. Yes, yes it could get so much worse.

Because right now you're standing at your local coffe shop that's already closed with just your jacket as the storm went by. You should've asked Claire about the weather earlier.

Your feets already hurting by how long you've stand there, there's no chair in sight so you opted to squad and hug your knees. You're so cold, you think you might freeze at any moment now.

God, what's with today? Why didnt you charged your phone? Why did you woke up late? Why did you went out drinking last night?

"Y/n?" you looked up to see Steven staring down at you with an umbrella in his hands, his jacket looks wet, did he just brought this umbrella?

"Hello." you smile tiredly at him, even though you're exhausted you can't help but smile at the sight of him, he just had that effect towards you.

"Are you alright?" he bends down and cup your cheek with his right hand while the other holds the umbrella.

He's so warm that you unconsciously close your eyes and leaned to his touch, savoring the warmness that his palm gave you.

He would've blush if he doesn't notice the way your body's shaking and how cold your cheeks are, you keep leaning to his touch and feel yourself getting drowsy. "Y/n?"

And just like that you collapsed into his arms, the last thing that you remembered hearing is his panicked voice while calling out your name.

×××

I just wanted to say thank you from the bottom of my heart to @friendlyneighbourhood-parker for always being there for me and cheering me up on my worse days. I love u with all my heart and I'm making this series once again for you, my lovely beta read!

And a special thank you for @wysteria-clad for being the most understanding friend and always checking up on me. Love you pretty, P! <3

And to @rmoonstoner, Imma need that dance you promised me, baby.

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Hi! Could you do bf Yuma reaction to reader getting bombarded with paparazzi?

Sorry that I'm writing this so late. I try my best to be somewhat active but I worked 10 hours yesterday so I'm spent but I'll do it anyways. I made it a bit different. Instead of paparazzi it's more like bullies.

Masterlist

Diamonds - &Team Yuma

Synopsis: Your relationship with Yuma is suddenly revealed to the public and you're bombarded with bullies in school. (This story takes place in South Korea by the way, just so you know)

Warnings: fluff, stalking, slight violence, swearing, name calling, use of the word 'slut', mentions of suicide, very mean words,

Word Count: 1421

Aimi means love, beauty. It's apparently a Japanese nickname. :)

1 year. That's how long it took for people to find out who you are. It's how long it took for your name to be trending on twitter and it's how long it took for people to bash you.

1 year ago, Yuma confessed his feelings to you. Of course, you were over the moon and quickly jumped into the relationship. You've supported him through everything and now you're here.

Your phone blew up the moment you woke up. Notifications from apps and texts from friends and family got you to realize what had happened yesterday.

~~~

It's your one year anniversary. Yuma had told you he would pick you up at 7 which he did. . . 7.30. Luckily you love him so you accept the fact that he was thirty minutes late.

"I'm so sorry, I wanted to leave sooner but they wouldn't let me. I had to finish dance practice first." He looks down when he tells you this. You smile and roll your eyes.

"It's good, I understand." You reply, nicely. Yuma stares at you in disbelief.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"Just be mad at me." Yuma suddenly says. You look at him with a grin on your face.

"What?" You ask, trying not to laugh.

"Yell at me for being late. Make me feel bad about it."

"Yuma, I understand."

"Oh no, you called me Yuma. I must've done something really bad." There he is. Your always dramatic boyfriend. You chuckle and kiss his cheek. He smirks. "Come on, Aimi, let's get going." He takes your hand and drags you down the street.

"So, what exactly are we going to do?" You ask, curiously. All Yuma had said in his text yesterday was 'be cute, as always and I'll do the rest' but it's not enough for you. You desperately wanted to know.

"That's for me to know and for you to guess." Yuma replies, cheekily. You sigh, accepting the fact that you're not going to get anything out of him.

After walking for 10 minutes, you arrive at the Han River. The sun is already going down slowly which gives a beautiful view of the now red-orangy water.

"I know it's cheesy but I didn't know what else to do, so, uh. . . here we are." You stop next to a big tree. Yuma lets go of your hand and walks over. He presses a small button and suddenly the tree lights up.

Hundreds of fairy lights decorate the branches and stump of the tree. You're staring at the yellowish lights in pure amazement. Yuma puts down the picnic blanket and pulls you down carefully until you're sitting underneath the canopy of the tree.

"Oh this was worth waiting 30 minutes." You breathe out. Yuma laughs next to you and pushes a plate with strawberries towards you. "How did you do all of this?" Yuma looks down, hiding the slight blush of embarrassment. He rubs the back of his neck with one hand.

"The guys helped a little." Yuma admits. "Nicholas climbed the tree so we could hang the fairy lights in them and Fuma found the strawberries in a small shop downtown." You smile and take one of those beautiful red fruits. You take a bite and giggle.

"Delicious." Yuma smiles at you. "Thank you for all this."

"Thank you for putting up with me for a year straight." You both laugh at his comment. "I love you, Aimi."

"I love you too."

~~~

And apparently someone had spotted you two, recognized Yuma and taken pictures from the entire night. They were posted online when you were asleep and now you have to face the consequences.

The hardest part was leaving your house. Luckily your address wasn't spoiled yet, that would've been hell.

You walk through the city on your way to school. Your heart beats in your chest rapidly. Maybe none of your classmates have twitter or maybe they don't follow kpop/jpop news as much.

Unfortunately for you, they do. When you walk through the gates, you feel the stares from everyone. You keep your head low and try to block out everything but it's getting hard when you feel like you're drowning.

As long as they only stare. . . it's fine--

"Hey J-slut!" Oh fuck. "Desperately wants to get famous so she just fucks around idols. Pathetic!" You try to ignore them but the laughs of the group and more voices make your head spiral.

"I bet she's done it with the entire group at this point!"

"She isn't even pretty!"

"You would say nobody wants a pathetic little whore like that in their lives!"

ENOUGH!

You rush inside, past all the groups of people glaring at you and hide yourself in the bathroom. You can't stop the tears from falling down your cheeks. You grab your phone out of your pocket and open WhatsApp.

You hesitate.

What if they were right? What if Yuma never wants to speak to you again now? Surely his career is more important than you, right? He's had this dream for forever and you ruin it for him in one night.

Maybe you can still fix it. Break up with him and have it be filmed and put on social media so everyone knows he's single again. Maybe that would safe his idol-career so he can continue living his dream.

Your phone rings in your hand, you look down at the caller ID and sigh. 'My love'. You decline and put your phone on silent. Maybe it will be better if you just ignore him.

After three hours of class, you have lunch break. You would usually sit with a bunch of people but they haven't even looked in your direction the whole day so you decide against it and sit alone.

"Why do you feel so entitled, huh?" A group of girls stand in front of you. You look down, continuing to poke your food. The girl scoffs. "You're ugly, sad, alone and nobody likes you. I bet that boyfriend of yours only uses your body." She leans closer. "Your pathetic fat body."

You want to reply. You really do. Come up with some amazing thing that would make her the embarrassed one but you can't. Fear stops you from doing so.

"Why don't you do everyone a favour and just kill yourself?" Tears bottle up in your eyes even if you try so hard to get rid of them.

"Ow, is the little bitch gonna cry?" Another girl asks with fake sympathy. "If you died, nobody would give a fuck. The world might even be a better place without you in it."

You stand up, showing defeat towards everyone in the cafeteria and run outside.

For the second time today, you find yourself in the school's bathroom. For the second time, you let tears block your vision but for the first time, you accept it.

What did you do?

Everyone hates you, so you must've done something, right? What did you do? Surely they can't hate you for falling in love with someone, right? Right?

You unlock your phone and see, to your surprise, 20 missed calls from Yuma and 43 text messages. Not to mention, even the other guys have tried to call and text multiple times. Why?

If nobody cares about you. . . why would they call?

You put your phone back in your pocket and stand up. Maybe skipping the last three hours isn't that bad of an idea. You take your bag off the floor and walk outside the school, all the way until you're home.

When you're safe in the comfort of your home, you listen to the voicemail Yuma had left.

"Hey, bug. I know you must be feeling terrible right now. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to stop the article from releasing. I hope you're okay. I love you, remember that, yeah?"

You can't believe his words. Not after what those girls said sounded so real. But, another voicemail hits your inbox. . . this time from EJ.

"Hey, y/n. I know you're in school right now and I'm not trying to get you in trouble or anything but I wanted to check up on you. We're friends, you know. We all care about you. Sure, not as much as Yuma does, but we like you. You joined the family a year ago and we wouldn't change that for anything.

Hybe is currently getting all those terrible articles offline but I imagine the damage has already been done. I'm so sorry this happened. If you ever need a friend to talk to who would understand you. . . well, you have 8 who would listen to you in a heartbeat.

Just wanted to let you know that you're not alone. Also, Yuma has been a bit out of it today. Maybe it would be good to answer his calls. I'm sure you both would feel better. Much love, EJ."

You can't help but smile at this message. He's right. You're not alone. The moment your phone rings again for the umpteenth time today, you pick up.

"Hello?" Silence. "Helloo?" More silence. "Yuma, are you there?"

"I THOUGHT YOU WOULD NEVER PICK UP!!!" You quickly hold the phone away from your ear at his scream. "I though someone kidnapped and killed you or something. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." You lie. Again silence. "Yuma?" A knock on your door makes you frown. You stand up and walk over. You open the door and see Yuma stand there with a small smile on his face. You hang up the phone and stare at him.

"You're not fine." He opens his arms and without hesitation, you step into his embrace. He rubs up and down your back soothingly. His warmth calms you down. "I'm sorry I couldn't do anything."

"It's fine, whatever."

"You're home which means you skipped school." Yuma replies, pulling away from the hug. "You never skip school."

"Yeah well. . . I have never been called a whore before." Yuma's smile drops. He looks at you with sad eyes.

"They did?" You nod.

"It's not even the worst thing they've said."

"Don't listen to them, whatever they have said. . . it's not true. You are the most wonderful person. You were always there for me and the one time I should've been there for you, I wasn't."

"Maybe we should break up."

"I mean--- WHAT?!"

"I don't want to be in the way of your dreams, Yuma. Maybe we're not meant to be together." You reason. "Your dreams are more important than a relationship, right?"

"That's funny, lately I have only been dreaming about you." Your lips part in a little gasp. "Guess you're my dream now."

"Yuma--"

"I love you and I will fight for this." He says, pointing between you and him. "They will have to kill me if they want to take me away from you."

"What do I do about those bullies?" You ask, insecurely.

"Bug, you might not realize but. . ." He takes your hand and takes you towards the window in your house where the sun shines inside. The rays of sunshine hits your skin, making it look like you glow. "Your skin is made of diamond and diamonds are unbreakable." He traces the sunshine on your arm.

"Surely a bunch of words can't break through the diamonds on your skin, right?" You smile at him and shake your head. "That's my girl."

#&team #&team fluff #&team angst #&team headcanons #&team imagines #&team scenarios #&team drabbles #&team yuma #&team yuma fluff #&team yuma angst

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