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you can think all of these things as a human though like do you even have a soul idk do YOU? what does it mean to think when youâre only a machine but like.. the brain is still controlled by electric or chemical impulses just bc itâs made of meat and more complex than a computer doesnât mean thatâs not the case. which is not to say I donât think turning out to be a robot wouldnât be scary or disturbing at all but I feel like whether youre biological or not doesnât really matter
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âGOOD! NOW PUNCH HIS FACE!â
â when your baby and gojo, geto, nanami, toji, and sukuna get protective over you (f!reader)
a/n: I am alive!! as an apology here is a multi-character post đ btw in toji's part, you're megumi's mom
GOJO SATORU:
two peas in a pod, twins, copies: these are all things people have called your husband and son.
honestly, theyâre not wrong. your son has his fatherâs looksâsatoru swears he has your nose and ears but anywayâand he carries the same protectiveness and love he holds for you, if not amplified.
you canât count on one hand the amount of times the house has been turned upside down because of their fights for a cuddle session with you.
of course, you have always tried suggesting them simply sharing you, but these problem children would rather eat raw zucchini than ever share the cuddle time.
so while your son is barely six, you can still count on him to team up with satoru against anyone who wrongs you in anyway like whatâs happening right now for example.
youâre out with your lovely family to buy some groceries, and since they both were whining about getting some sweets, you allowed them to go and snatch a couple from the next aisle.
on the other hand, you stayed to look for another type of detergent to clean the floorâespecially since satoru got this new type of paint for s/n and itâs quite an endeavor to remove it with a regular detergent.
however, being in the cleaning supplies section never guaranteed the lack of filthy men who canât take no for an answer. this one man approaches you, smug grin on his face as he leans on the wall, âwhatâs a pretty lady like you doing alone?â
âbuying groceries like a normal person; now please leave me alone.â
he quickly frowns, âdonât be so stingy doll,â his hand extends towards your arm, âI can show you a good time; I promiseââ
the man is swiftly smacked with an egg on his face, and he is left with the egg dripping down his face, âwhatâs your wrong with your kid, man?!â he yells at the person behind you.
he then grumbles, âruined a potential good night.â
âmy kid was absolutely right in what he did,â you hear satoruâs voice. you then feel a hand on your shoulder, and youâre pulled into a chest youâre all too familiar with, ââtoruââ
your husband shoots a small smile your way, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, before looking at his son, âthat last throw was very good, s/n! throw another one but just below his stomach."
a cheshire cat-like grin is plastered on your husbandâs face as s/n prepares to launch another egg at the man.
there is a very evident scowl on your sonâs face as he yells, âdonât you ever bother mama again, you stinky bum crumb!â
the man gasps and tries to make a run for it, but your son wouldnât be the son of gojo satoru if he doesnât manage to land the hit exactly where he wants.
the man quickly crumbles to the ground screaming and alerting literally everyone in the store.
so satoru picks both you and s/n and makes a run for it.
you hold tightly onto him, âwait, âtoru, the groceries!â
âwe can always order! saving my princess and son is more important!â
your son grumbles, âbut I want to hit the rude man!â
âme too, champ, butââ satoru sweat-drops and glances behind him, âI doubt the angry security guards would like that!â
GETO SUGURU:
your twin girls are one of the sassiest to exist.
in a way, they take after their father who is also pretty sassy but very low-key.
the sass of all three combined is terrible to be the victim of. luckily for you, they donât dare direct their triple ray towards you, especiallyâin any argumentâat least one will try to win you over.
if itâs suguru trying to stay on your good side, then he is hugging you from behind, pressing feather-like kisses on your shoulder and whispering about how sweet you are. if itâs the girls, then they cling to your legs and keep yelling about how much they love you.
so it is safe to say that you have a small squad to protect you from any potential âdangerâ.
âoh my, dear shouldnât you focus on refining yourself a bit more?â you hear a woman say beside you.
you turn towards her, offended, âexcuse me?â
âI mean,â her eyes scan you, disapprovingly, âyou look average at best, and with that you wonât be able to find yourself a husband, let alone have children.â
youâre still processing her audacity as she continues, âbut then again, itâs probably for the better that you donât have children; you can barely take care of yourself.â
âcan I help you?â your husband says as he approaches the woman.
she smiles condescendingly before chuckling, âI was simply telling this lady to take care of herself more; she hardly looks presentable.â
getoâs smiles tenses up as he is about to give the woman a calm peace of his mind, but his daughters beat him to it.
your older twin stands in front of the woman, scanning her with pure disgust in her eyes.
she grimaces and voices out her thoughts, âyou are like a crunchy lizard.â
the woman gasps, âhow dare youâ!â
you cut off the woman, curious about your daughterâs conclusion, âwhy a crunchy lizard, sweetheart?â
your daughter looks at you with a small frown, shaking her head, âa crunchy lizard is an ugly sad lizard.â
a snort escapes your husband, and youâre barely able to contain your smile.
your other daughter follows up, looking at her twin sister, âthe lady looks like that one green thingy we saw yesterday,â she taps her little foot, trying to remember and beams at the woman, âshrek! you look like shrek!â
then they both glare at her, frowning, âyouâre a monkey!â
your husband doesnât let it go as he deals the finalâsubtleâblow, âcome on now girls; we shouldnât bully the lady with the mcdonaldâs like hairline anymore.â
it seems like the woman canât take it anymore as she starts sobbing and running to the hills.
a moment of silence is shared across the four of you, before you carry both of your girls in your arms and start tickling them, âI donât know whether to be proud of you or scold you, little evil girls!â
they squeal, trying to escape your hold and calling for their father.
geto chuckles and wraps his arms around the three of you, âlet them have it for tonight, y/n,â he ruffles their hair, âthey were brave and defended their mom, after all.â
âyeah, papa is right!â
âyes mama, please!â
you pout then smirk at geto, âwell I donât mind, and since papa is also very proud of you girls, he will buy any toy that you guys want today!â
the color drains from your husbandâs face, and he watches motionlessly as his girls latch onto him, screaming about the toys they want.
you giggle at his expression and blow him a kiss. he reluctantly blows you one back, while the girls excitedly pull him towards the toy store.
NANAMI KENTO:
you and your husband were blessed with the sweetest girl as your daughter, and she was just recently joined by another sweet girl.
you can never forget the happiness on your daughterâs face when she saw her baby sister.
it also seems that no matter how many times you give birth, your husband canât help but get emotional when he holds your baby. his hands are forever delicate as he cradles her to his chest.
you remember what he said during the birth of your first daughter.
âI feel like a piece of heaven has been plucked and placed in my arms.â
the way he always goes soft for the three of you is honestly adorable.
today, you were going on an outing with yourânow 6 months oldâbaby and your older daughter who is almost six.
your husband never brags about his muscular form, but he never misses a chance to carry the baby or the baby supplies.
you have offered to at least carry the bag, but he always refuses, stating that âyou already carried the baby for nine entire months in your belly; this is the least I can do.â
so yeah, sometimes you wish to smooch your husband till forever, but thatâs not the point.
youâre walking hand in hand with your daughter as she sings her favorite song. you hear someone click their tongue, so you look to the side and lock eyes with an old lady. she takes the opportunity and approaches you.
âyou should be ashamed of yourself!â she yells pointing at you, âyour husband shouldnât be carrying the baby supplies nor the baby itself for the matter,â she scowls, âthatâs your job!â
âwith all due respect maâam, but that isnât her job, and taking care of the baby should be something we are both responsible for.â
âyeah!â your daughter huffs, âand donât take out your sad life on my mama!â
your eyes widen as you stare at your daughter.
on the other side, your husband is just as speechless. your daughter pays no one any mind as she continues, âmama works hard every day! you wouldnât know that! you immature nugget!â
nanami frowns lightly, âd/n, thatâs not niceââ
and for the cherry on top, your baby daughter throws the bottle cap she was playing with at the old lady, and frowns at her.
she starts babbling some nonsense that you're pretty sure are curse words in baby language.
having had enough, the old lady huffs, âthe utter disrespect,â and starts walking away.
the rest of the spectatorsâ eyes follow her till she is out of sight. finally then, people start minding their own business, and you and your little family are left to the aftermath.
you giggle, âthat was funny.â
âreally?!â your daughter beams.
nanami cuts her off, âno,â he then looks at you with a small frown, a sigh escaping his lips, ây/n donât encourage themââ
your baby daughter screams happily when she sees her sister smile. she starts kicking her feet with the biggest smile on her own face.
your older daughter starts laughing with her and tries to make her little sister laugh moreâshe was successful.
meanwhile, you chuckle, leaning on your husbandâs shoulder, âadmit it, kento; it was kind of funny.â
his resolve softens at the sound of laughter from all three of his girls, âokay, maybe a little, butââ
âyay!!â
ladies: 1
kento: 0
FUSHIGURO TOJI:
your husband and son are so alike, save for the part that your husband is a bit more shameless, and your son is more on the shy side.
however, they both have the same bluntness and the tendency to give anyone who they donât like attitude.
for example, today, you were walking in the park with the both of them to unwind a bit.
not to mention that megumi wanted to walk his dogs which was a plus, since you would be able to watch your dear son play around with them.
it was all going great until you saw an old âfriendâ who came running at the sight of you. he was someone who has always been way too touchy and in your personal bubble.
you have tried talking to him about it, but youâre confident that he does it to somehow force you into reciprocating the intimacy.
even if youâre a married woman with a freaking kid.
he giddily clasps your hand, ây/n, âbeen a long time!â
âh-hey,â you smile awkwardly.
he laughs, âI was passing by when I saw your figure, and I couldnât help but come and say hi.â
you nod, âthatâs great, but I am busy, so maybe later?ââ
âyouâve gotten even prettier!â he exclaims, âI wish you would finally take me out on aââ
âcanât you see that she is uncomfortable?â your son retorts, âalso, you should step back; you shouldnât touch someone like this without asking them.â
megumi squeezes himself between the both you and glares at the man.
the guy was about to reply to your son, but toji pushes him back with ease, pulling you beside him and hand resting on your waist almost by instinct, âkid is right,â he tilts his head a bit, âever been taught manners or do I have to do the teaching for you?â
the guy is taken back; offended, he snaps âyou canât speak to me like that!â
âand you canât hold my momâs hands like that, but here we are,â your son cleverly sasses him.
on the other hand, yourâshamelessâhusband pulls you into one scandalous kiss and smirks at the guy when he pulls back, âand you canât hit on a married woman, by the way.â
you hear your son gag in disgust at his dadâs actions, but youâre too busy burying your face in your husbandâs chest, hoping that the guy disappears before toji makes even more of a bigger scene.
you also hope that the ground would swallow you, but thatâs the alternative option.
the guy clutches his fist, before walking away, spewing insults at the skyâsince he is too scared to cuss out your buff husband. once the man is out of sight, toji ruffles megumiâs hair, chuckling, âgood job, kid.â
your shy beanâs cheeks redden slightly as he looks away, ââŠthanks.â
youâre still thinking about what just happened when you slap your husbandâs chest, âtoji, literally why?â you grumble, patting megumi who started holding onto your leg the moment you hugged toji.
âwhy not,â your husband shrugs with a small smile, taking pride in your flustered form.
âdad, I want ice cream.â
âno, you just want me to let go your mom, so you can hog her for yourself,â toji grumbles, staring down at megumi.
unfaltering, megumi looks up at him ,âdad, I want ice cream.â
âgod damn it, listen here youââ
âdivine dogs.â
RYOMEN SUKUNA:
there is no denying that both your son and your husband care for you very much, and they bothâvery aggressivelyâcompete for your attention.
I am talking he literally throws the kid across the room kind of aggressive, and your son, in turn, throws whatever he has at him.
itâs eventful, but you would be lying if you said that it wasnât one of the reasons why you will get grey hair earlier than everyone else.
so their very aggressive nature is also shown in their protectiveness over you.
a person doesnât need to insult or even dare flirt with you for your devil duo to make their life a living hell; your husband and son donât tolerate someone speaking to you if it causes you to ignore both of them.
for example, this one new servant was clueless to where the broom is, and unluckily for him, he saw you sitting with your husband and son in the gardens. he humbly approached you, âexcuse me, mâlady.â
you turn to look at him with a smile, âyes?â
he clears throat, a bit flustered by the attention, âIâI wanted to ask where theââ
âup your ass, you disgusting fiend,â your son sneers followed by his fatherâs ever-permanent scowl.
âwho gave you the permission to come and speak to her so casually?â sukuna presses, and the servant quickly falls to his knees.
âm-my apologies, my lord! I did not mean to disturb you!â
sukuna crosses his arms, âwell, you did, and you also disturbed your queen and prince,â his eyes narrow at the servant, âwhat do you have to say for yourself?â
meanwhile, youâre watching all of that, mouth agape and trying to articulate anything to save the poor guy. you finally find your voice, âsukuna, itâs okay; he didnât meanââ
your son hugs you tightly and glares at the servant, âto think he would so brazenly speak to you like youâre old friends is terrible, mother.â
you can almost see your sonâs cursed energy flaring, and you can spot the small smirk on your husbandâs face as he watches his son.
before it escalates any further and you find yet another dead corpse in your palace, you pick up your son, kissing his cheek which makes him flustered and causing him to bury his face in your neck.
you look at the servant, âyouâre dismissed, and you can ask the head maid about anything you need, okay?â
ây-yes, mâlady!â he, however, stays glued to the ground, âmay I have the permission to lift my head?â
sukuna grunts, âsure.â
âthank you, mâlord,â the servant says, before scurrying towards the gate, having secured his freedom after his little mistake.
or at least, thatâs what he thought.
your husband slices his legs off with a flick of a finger, and your son, who has inherited his fatherâs technique, slices the head off.
and so the body falls to the ground, and the other servants hurriedly start cleaning up the mess.
you frown at your husband, âsukuna! he apologized!â
he rolls his eyes, and pulls you by the waist, âdo I look like I care? he shouldnât have interrupted our time together.â
âaww, youâre jealous!â
âno, I am notââ
âhands off, old man!â
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telepathy (m) â cbg
pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader
genre: smut, strangers to ???, mind reader/telepathist!beomgyu, funeral home employee!beomgyu (it's for the plot ok???)
wc: 11.7k
synopsis: most people would abhor a packed subway car â but beomgyu, telepathist extraordinaire, relishes in it. with a career in the funeral business, he finds his morning commute to be the only thing that keeps him relatively sane. reading the mundane thoughts of mundane people maintains his tether to his humanity, but when he goes to read your mind...oh, things get a whole lot more interesting.
warnings: mdni!! 18+ only, ageless blogs dni!!!, mentions of dead bodies, embalming, and funerals (though not very descriptive â it's only bc of gyu's profession), reader is a freak that listens to nsfw audios on her way to work!, gyu is a perv so it's a match made in heaven (hell?), gyu's honestly a little strange + obsessive in this...anyways, dom!gyu, sub!mc, solo male masturbation, on my big cock beomgyu agenda, very brief mentions of daddy/sir/master kinks, explicit consent is given before anything happens bc consent is sexy <3, mind manipulation (he makes it feel like he's touching her), exhibitionism in a way (it will all make sense, trust đ), degradation, praise, pseudo-fingering (idk how to explain it, f receiving), gyu calls mc: pretty girl, sweetheart, slut, whore, princess, mc calls gyu sir like once...whew! that was a lot, lmk if i should add anything!
note: you know i have a terrible bout of brainrot when the warnings are all nsfw related...yeah. Yeah. *presses post and runs away*
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beomgyuâs commute to work is, by all means, uneventful.Â
the train is packed as per usual, filled to the brim with businessmen and office workers and other miscellaneous passengers on their way to whatever the hell their destination is. like most days, he finds himself towards the middle of the passenger car, snatching a rare open seat between a stone-faced man adorned in a suit â his head buried in a newspaper â and a slumped over college student nursing a cup of coffee. the poor kid almost looks like death itself, sporting dark under eyes, rumpled clothes, and a prominent slouch to his spine. not that beomgyu could really blame him; he remembers how easily college living (if you could call it living) can chip away at a personâs mental well-being.Â
people-watching like this is what keeps him sane, he thinks. being surrounded by corpses all day, every day is more than draining â it sucks the soul out of him, really, being the only person on shift most of the time that heâs working, having to embalm and clean and pretty up all those cold, gray bodies so that their loved ones can say one last goodbye. itâs quiet in their minds and itâs all too quiet in the funeral home, the only sounds being the clanking of the embalming tools heâs been trained to use, his footsteps echoing down the tiled halls, his sighs of contempt when something small goes wrong â yet the living, breathing, warm people on the train provide a sense of normalcy, something to look forward to every day. to hear their thoughts, as prosaic as they are, has become a sort of saving grace from the lifeless, cold building that he finds himself in five out of the seven days of the week. honestly, if he can maintain a little bit of his humanity via strangers among the subway, even if itâs just by hearing their thoughts, then heâll take what he can get.Â
yeah, thatâs the thing: beomgyu is a mind-reader, a pretty talented one at that. not that anyone knew, of course â he wouldnât risk the government finding out. beomgyu is not usually one for promises, but he has promised himself one thing: thereâs no way in hell that he will ever become one of the governmentâs sick little science experiments, even if his life ever hits rock bottom. he has no idea how his powers work â just that they do, and he would like to keep it that way. itâs bad enough that he doesnât know where he got such abilities; his parents never mentioned anything about it and only ever grew worried whenever he read back their thoughts to them, so obviously the existence of his powers is some statistical anomaly in the universe. normal people canât read othersâ minds. he was forced to learn that at a very young age in order to keep himself safe.Â
âhow do you know that?â he remembers his motherâs alarmed tone when he first did it unknowingly, repeating back her own thoughts to her without realizing thatâs what he had done. he was maybe six at the time â innocent, curious, plagued by voices in his head that he didnât quite understand. those voices werenât his. rather, they were his friendsâ, his familyâs, his dentistâs and his doctorâs and his soccer coachâs voices that ricocheted about his mind uncontrollably;it was overwhelming for the young boyâs mind. the day he first admitted that he could hear them was the first day he heard his parents argue, their yelling from downstairs colliding with their internal voices in beomgyuâs mind, their terribly poignant concern for him and this development louder than any of the venomous words that they spat at each other in the living room. all he remembers from that day was himself crying, unable to block out anything that they thought, let alone his own thoughts. too much for his young mind to handle.
he heard their fear when they took him to the doctor for the first time of many, their heartache when the doctor came back and said that he might have psychosis, but more testing was needed. he heard how they started to deny it â their little boy couldnât have that, could he? no, no he couldnât. thereâs no way he could.Â
although beomgyu was young at the time, guilt ate at him. he was the one hurting his parents, he was the one making them worry. despite his official diagnosis when he was seven, something inside him knew that the doctors were wrong. those voices werenât just the result of the machinations of his mind at work â they were voices of the people he knew, strangers who passed him on the street. what they said wasnât evil, it wasnât out of the ordinary. usually, it was quite mundane. at some point, he started to practice with it, trying focus on one certain voice out of the buzzing hive in his mind, blocking out the others, switching and focusing and blocking out until the action was as natural as breathing. it took him about five years before he reached that point, and after nearly two decades of living with his abilities, heâs gotten quite used to it. his mind is usually quiet â besides his own stream of consciousness â unless he allows others in. or, rather, they allow him in, which they always do. he sees it like a set of doors; open one, and you can hear that one personâs thoughts. close it, and he no longer hears them. and none of them are ever locked since no one expects to their thoughts to be read, which simply makes his life that much easier.
if heâs being honest, he didnât used to read minds as often as he does now, but there isnât much he can do about that now lest he go insane. beomgyu could admit that his habit was a little creepyâŠokay scratch that, extremely fucking creepy. these people had no idea that their minds were being infiltrated, their mental walls bypassed and their privacy violated like a computer infected with a malicious virus. itâs borderline depraved, how nonchalantly he robs these strangers of their utmost privacy, sometimes of their deepest, darkest secrets that they would never want anyone to find out about. he could sequester quite a bit of money out of some of these people, now that he thinks about it.
and sure, that may sound immoral, but beomgyu has never considered himself to be of particularly virtuous character.
without a second thought, beomgyu taps into the mind of the kid next to him. heâs thinking about how heâs failing his statistics class because he just bombed his midterm. no, now his mind is full of what heâs going to eat after his 8 a.m. class. he shifts his focus on the businessman to his right. stocks, his cheating wife, how heâs considering leaving with his mistress in the coming daysâŠ
âwhat a prick,â beomgyu thinks to himself, smirking a bit. just a few more stops until he gets off, now.Â
he pulls his phone from his jacket pocket, scrolling aimlessly just to keep his eyes busy. sitting on the opposite side of the college student, an elderly lady walks herself through the stew that sheâs going to make for her grandchildren tonight, excitement coloring her words. itâs cute â he loves hearing things like that. wholesome thoughts are not easy to come by nowadays, given the state of the world. exhibit a: a teenager standing on the other side of the train car worries himself into a frenzy over whether the girl that he has a crush on likes him back. exhibit b: a middle aged man contemplates if he should quit his job. for a second, beomgyu thinks that he might be in the same boat as him, before realizing that he has nothing else to fall back on â exhibit c. he could keep going.
a clear, robotic voice overhead announces the subwayâs arrival to the next station â his station. sighing, he sits up a little taller, slipping his phone into the pocket of his slacks. a vague sense of dread weighs down his shoulders, knowing that he has a service to set up for the moment he clocks in.
heâs not looking forward to today, and yet the train still slows to a stop, the doors still slide open, and he still grabs his work briefcase from the spot between his feet. like clockwork, beomgyu maneuvers through the crowd, out the doors, and climbs the stairs up to the chilly streets of seoul.
decompressing after a slow-moving shift can take beomgyuâs night in many directions. sometimes, he simply returns home and hops into bed after a long, scalding hot shower that removes the invisible layer of grime that lays heavy on his skin. other times â typically on fridays â heâll stop by a bar and catch up with his friends, occasionally leaving with a woman hanging off of his arm if he drinks enough to lower his inhibitions. more often than not, however, his excursions at the underground bar that taehyun is partial to end in him stumbling home alone and waking up the next morning with a raging headache. nursing a hangover alone, eating breakfast alone, bathing aloneâŠhe has never really become acclimated to it. the monster that festers inside beomgyuâs chest craves for love, for connection, for somebody to hold when the nights are too dark and his thoughts match the shade of the sky. the lack of connection is slowly getting to him. is this what insanity feels like? he wouldnât know, nor would he like to find out. heâs sane. heâs perfectly sane.Â
beomgyu understands that his profession can be off-putting to potential lovers, but itâs not as if he had much of a choice in the matter â not when his one shot at the career of his dreams crumbled below his feet when the company filed bankruptcy, sending him tumbling back down to earth, to the reality that his college degree meant little to nothing to the vast majority of employers nowadays. though he applied to dozens of jobs, the only one he ever heard back from was from the listing titled âmortuary assistant,â and in desperation, he accepted the position without much thought. maybe if he had tried a little harder to find a different company where he could apply his skills, maybe if he had pushed himself to make connections in the industry when he had the resources to do so, maybe if he had pursued music production a little harder, had not given up so readily when things grew difficultâŠmaybe things would be different.Â
beomgyu often thinks about the maybes.
this particular night, he finds himself leaned over a bar counter, a glass of amber-hued beer in hand. he half-listens to yeonjunâs slurred account of his dance crewâs latest win while he stares down at the mahogany tabletop. some condensation has gathered on the wood, and he swipes a finger through it. a slap to his shoulder brings his focus back to his surroundings.
âgyu, dude, yâshould totally try out,ââ yeonjun pitches as he sloppily swings an arm over beomgyuâs shoulders. âget out of that. thatââ he stumbles over his words for a moment, expression warping into a confused grimace. âthat gross ass dead people building.â
beomgyu exhales a laugh as yeonjunâs head lolls against his shoulder, quietly whining about how his head hurts. while yeonjun is substantially gone already, beomgyu is only on his second beer. scanning the spacious, dim-lit room, he shakes his head. itâs times like these where he does not feel the need to slip into peopleâs minds ïżœïżœïżœ being surrounded by his friends is enough. ânah, man. i donât think i could keep up. itâs been a while.â
âsure yâcould! youâre like thâsecond best dancer here!â yeonjun says as his torso slumps down against the table. the bartender eyes him from further down the bar top with concern, but beomgyu sates the employee with an apologetic smile, ensuring that he turns away before setting his attention back on his friend.
beomgyu scoffs. âand iâm assuming youâre the first best?â
âuh, obviously. i literally run thâthing,â yeonjun retorts as he glares at him with a single eye open, an ear now resting on top of his crossed arms on the counter.
âyeonjunâs right,â taehyun butts in from the other side of yeonjunâs collapsed body. though his glazed over eyes give away his inebriated state, taehyunâs tolerance tends to lean much higher than yeonjunâs; this fact is confirmed by the crystal clear enunciation of his words as he continues, âyouâve been acting differently ever since you started working there. it wouldnât hurt to try something new.â
great, even his friends have noticed. exhaling deeply, beomgyu nods.
âyeah, iâll think about it.âÂ
as the conversation meanders off into other topics, beomgyu sinks back into his own little world. curse taehyun and his acute perceptiveness. he knows that heâs been acting off, but maybe his friends are right; he once dreamed of being a choreographer, back when he was a teen, before he discovered his love for music production. perhaps it wouldnât be so bad to try.
unintentionally, he meets the gaze of a girl sitting at a booth with her friends. he quickly averts his gaze, and by the time he looks back up, she has been roped into what seems like a shot-taking contest. six other girls circle the table, one joining the first girl in taking rapid-fire shots, four others egging them on, and one laser-focused on her phone, occasionally sipping water through a straw. from what he can gather, sheâs likely the groupâs designated driver â though it seems her role has morphed into more of a babysitter. sheâs pretty, heâll admit. just his type. if he was on his third or fourth beer, heâd probably be over there trying to strike up a conversation with her, rather than any of her drunk friends.Â
as she looks up and throws a cursory glance around the bar, she catches him staring, her kohl-lined eyes meeting his own. an eyebrow raises as her gloss-coated lips twist, as if to say âdonât even try it.â
oh, how terribly he wishes to slip into her mind and let her know that he has no intention to.Â
the ear-piercing screech of yeonjunâs barstool to his right tears his gaze away from her. yeonjun now stands, one arm around taehyun and the other around soobin, the latter sporting a borderline disgusted grimace directed at the older boy hanging off of him while kai simply stands behind the trio of men. yeonjunâs head hangs low below his shoulders, chin nearly touching his chest, as he emits a pathetic groan. at least heâs not puking this time.
âweâre about to go grab some food. this one,â taehyunâs head nods to yeonjunâs sagging frame. âdefinitely needs it. you coming?â
unwilling to allow the night to end quite yet, beomgyu hums, quickly pays his tab, and allows the brief, silent encounter with the woman to fade away into the back of his mind.
the rest of the weekend passes without fanfare, and monday returns to rear its ugly head once again. monday is beomgyuâs least favorite day of the week; it brings a raging headache from his 5 a.m. alarm, a bone-deep fatigue that lingers for the rest of the day. it brings grumpy commuters whose knees and elbows uncomfortably bump against his own. it brings people who think that he should give up his seat, and silently tell him so with narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows. how selfish, they all think whenever he actually bothers to read their thoughts. what a fucking dick, some of them even snarl within the so-called impenetrable walls of their minds, walls he so easily breaks down. he levels those ones with a half-awake glare, pupils gloomy and lifeless. internally, their uneasy reactions make him want to laugh, hysterically cackle in their faces because wow, is he really that scary? he shouldnât be, but maybe the dark under eyes are doing something for him.
surprisingly, the subway car he frequents is less crowded than usual. not as many people stand in front of him, and heâs actually able to see directly across the car for the first time in a while. doors shut, and heâs left to look around at the regulars and the new patrons that often donât show up again. theyâre easily less interesting than the regulars. really, what can he say? the daily life updates satisfy his nosy tendencies.Â
still, he hates mondays. mondays suck. mondays make him want to crawl into a hole and eventually join the bodies at his workplace. they bring out the worst in his mind. all they do is remind him of the neverending cycle that he has trapped himself in â wake up, work, go to sleep, and do it all over again the next day.
mondays bring a lot of things he fundamentally dislikes, but this particular monday also brings you.Â
itâs split-second eye contact. nothing more, nothing less. your eyes grow wide, your lips parting just the slightest bit in surprise. though he has not invaded your mind (yet), he can already tell what you are thinking. fuck, he isnât blind â he knows that he is handsome.
your eyes shoot downward, your head hanging low with your phone clenched between your fingers. one of his eyebrows raises while a small smirk plays on his lips â youâre new, and even better, youâre cute. his dark, seemingly bored gaze trails over to the earbuds nestled in your ears, then to your crossed legs. you glance up at him again, eyes blowing wide again as your thighs press together just enough for him to notice the movement. his own eyes narrow slightly, evaluating the sight.Â
you seem...interesting. prim, proper, sitting in a modest-length skirt and a plain blouse and coat that paint you as an unassuming character, just another random person in this sardine can of a train car. yet thereâs this glint in your eyes that tells him there is so, so much more to you than what meets the eye â that the innocent, put-together little front that you display to the world is a complete and utter lie. itâs intriguing. new patrons come and go from this particular subway car every day, but you and your fresh face have caught his interest â and so has your odd behavior.Â
then, without warning, realization punches him square in the gut.
you were there the other night, with those girls at the bar. the one sitting at the end of the table with the small glass of water as you scrolled through your phone. the one who shot a piercing glare at him as you looked out for your inebriated friends. your current behavior is a far cry from the strong front he first encountered that night, small and oh-so meek and lacking the sharp, piercing edge to your gaze that initially piqued his interest in you. the change, for some reason, intrigues him more. what happened to that feisty glare, that confident air to your posture? he wants to know why you seem so meek, so he taps in to your mind andâ
âyouâre my dumb little slut, arenât you? fuckinâ say itââ
beomgyu flinches in his seat, the door to your mind slamming shut as he sits there in shock. did he really just hear that? are you listening to fucking porn on the subway? what the fuck?
heâs never had this happen to him before. heâs accidentally stumbled upon the occasional horny thought before, sure, but listening to porn on the subway? thatâs a new one. he decides to give you another glance; your lips are pressed together now, eyes pointed towards the floor as you further shrink into yourself. fuck, youâre so cute, but now he knows youâre also awfully perverted â and for some reason, he feels himself getting hard in his trousers at the thought of entering your mind again.Â
he should do something about this little development, shouldnât he?
yeah, he thinks that he should. a sick sort of curiosity wins over the more logical side of his brain, the side that tells him that he should feel guilty for even thinking about what heâs about to do. he canât, can he? no, he can â he wants to, he really fucking wants to. opportunities like this donât just present themselves on a silver platter like this on the regular. if he doesnât take this chance, then heâd be an absolute fool.Â
the subway slows to a stop, the weirdly cheery, robotic voice calling out another stop. not his, thank god. he takes this opportunity to open that pesky little door to your mind again, now fully expecting the depravity echoing in your brain â and rather than do anything drastic too quickly, he simply sits there and listens. he listens through an entire audio alongside you, ignoring the twitch of his cock as he listens to the woman be degraded and praised, in missionary and in doggy, her moans mixing with the man's in a cacophony of pleasure â he loves the way you jump when the sound of a hand striking flesh sounds through your mind. your fleeting sigh of âgod, i wish that were me,â causes him to bite his lip. you like being treated like a slut, huh? like a stupid little whore only made to take cock? thatâs music to his ears, really â because he likes treating girls like that too.Â
as sick and disgusting as it is, he continues to listen as if mindlessly tuning in to a podcast, subtly adjusting himself in his pants as he fights off a raging boner. he wants to be the one to do those things to you. he wants to make you scream and sob and beg for mercy as he completely ravages your body, fuck you until youâre brainless, perfect little slut for him. youâd love that, according to the audios you consume for the remainder of his commute â to be fucked so hard you legs give out from under you, to be owned, fully and completely. he likes that sound of that as well.
a few minutes into the second audio, you take another glance at him, eyes squeezing shut right away once you catch his gaze â and suddenly, your thoughts are full of him. heâs encountered countless strangers who can perfectly visualize their streams of consciousness, and you seem to be yet another one of them. images of you on your knees between his thighs and sucking his cock in the middle of this subway car flood his own mind, switching to one of him fucking you from behind against the wall while everyone else watches, then to him finger fucking you with a hand around your throatâŠwhat the fuck. what the fuck? how do you just do that? how do you think of such terribly shameless things while looking so pretty and demure, as if youâre a shy little thing rather than some fucking whore? he shifts his briefcase over his lap again. fuck, heâs so hard itâs starting to hurt. shit, fuck.Â
he should be appalled by you, but fiery, ardent lust is the sole emotion that floods his veins. would it be a bad idea to talk to you? no, you want it. you want it so fucking bad. just look at your mind â and he can make all your dirty little fantasies come true, if you would let him.Â
just as heâs about to actually do something about you, the subway slows to a stop once again, the same cheery voice announcing his stop. god dammit. pushing himself up to his feet, he finds that youâre doing the same, wide eyes flitting around nervously as you move towards the door and stop nearly right next to him, those earbuds that hide your biggest secret in plain sight still stuck in your ears. he can still hear those degrading words and moans and slapping sounds that still echo through your mind, loud and clear as if those white earbuds are sitting snug in his own ears.Â
the doors slide open, and soon enough, he loses sight of you in the surging crowd. stepping out of the subway, he looks around once, twice. you have completely disappeared; nowhere to be found, your mind has grown too far from his own for him to locate nor access, the tether between the two of you frayed to the point of snapping in half. with a brief purse of his lips, he sets off up the stairs. itâs fine, thereâs always another day. itâs fine, he tells himself over and over again. thereâs nothing he could have done in such a short time, anyway.Â
the sun sits high in the sky today, but the bone-chilling air cuts through his puffy coat like tiny needles puncturing his skin, or millions of scalpels slicing open flesh nearly to the bone, cold and sterile and far from comforting. autumn shouldnât be this cold, and his slightly soured mood isnât helping his case right now. he should have done something back there, he shouldâve opened up the channel between the two of you and taken the plunge. it wouldnât have hurt to try, but no. no, he let that opportunity go like every other one heâs had in his life. with his jaw set, he promises himself that it wonât happen again. it wonât, because if he keeps living like this â allowing all these opportunities slip through his fingers like grains of sand â heâll never be able to forgive himself.
and honestly, beomgyu is no clairvoyant, and he should brush off the tickle in his brain as a stupid, naive hunchâŠbut he has a compelling feeling that heâll be seeing you again tomorrow.Â
when beomgyu returns home, the sun slowly sinking towards the horizon, he doesnât unwind like he usually does. todayâs shift was a slow one, with no bodies to preen and primp and no services to set up for, so most of his time was taken up with cleaning, filing documents, and sitting around aimlessly. no matter how much he tried to fend them off, thoughts of you bounced around in his brain for the entire eight hours he was on shift. fuck, he doesnât even know your name, much less anything else about you, yet he wishes he could travel back in time and redo this morning all over again. heâs not sure how it would have panned out, exactly, but he has a few tricks up his sleeve that wouldâve made it exciting.
he shakes his head. the current moment presents much more pressing matters than ruminating on this morningâs terrible decisions; the strain in his trousers proves to be a pertinent issue, a tent formed in the black fabric and aching to be touched. now that the public eye no longer holds his gaze, his apartment door locked shut behind him, he allows himself to give in to his most base instincts. a hand comes down to cup his hardness as he imagines his fingers as yours, you on your knees below him, those adorably wide eyes staring up at him in desperation. youâd wait for permission, right? youâd beg so prettily like a good little slut should? fuck yeah, you would. youâd be good, youâd take what he would give you â and you would love it.Â
groaning, he crashes onto his couch, head throwing back against the back cushion as he gropes his cock harder. heâs forgone slipping off his dress shoes and has barely even slipped his coat off before heâs giving in to the pulsing ache in his groin thatâs nearly unbearable, the white hot need swirling in his stomach that demands his immediate attention. his belt quickly unbuckled and his trousers pulled halfway down his thighs, he slips his cock from his boxers, gasping at how sensitive he has become.Â
âoh fuck,â he breathes out into the quiet air, a shuddered sigh following when his thumb swipes over the angry red head, the bead of precum that has gathered there spreading across his skin. he brings his hand up to his lips, gathering some spit beneath his tongue before letting in loll into his palm. bringing it back down, he drags his hand up and down his shaft, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as pleasure rushes through his veins. he pumps his cock steadily, hips rolling up into his hand as if fucking your throat. eyes fluttering closed, his free hand grips the couch, fingernails digging into the worn leather and leaving half-moon indents in their wake. âfuck. god, fuck.â
would you be able to take him? heâs been told heâs big, most women barely able to take him even after extensive prep. he imagines how youâd keen as he enters you, your back arching so prettily and your walls stretching to their limits to accommodate his size. how youâd choke and gag on his cock if he decided to use your throat, tears streaming down your cheeks as you peer up at him pathetically, fingers digging into your thighs as you resist the urge to touch yourself. would you like to be slapped around a little, punished with spankings and little taps to your cheek?Â
âfocus,â he mumbles to no one. to you. âfocus, slut. be good for me.âÂ
heâs delirious at this point, has dived so deep into his fantasies that he barely registers that heâs fucking his fist and not your mouth or sweet little cunt. that doesnât stop his fingers from tightening their grip, squeezing the head before gliding back down again, then back up, the rhythm of his hips growing frenzied as his high inches closer. his free hand smooths up his stomach, taking his button-up with it as he clenches it with desperate fingers. he bites down on the fabric, pumping himself once, twice, three times before his high hits him, his cum spurting out in staccato ribbons. heâs making a mess, but he canât bring himself to care when this is the best orgasm heâs had in months. the shirt falls from his mouth as he moans unabashedly.Â
âtake it,â he groans, his hips canting upward. âfuckinââ fuckinâ take it. shit. such a perfect little whore for me.â
he cums and he cums, spilling all over himself until heâs milked dry. eyes closed, his contracted muscles melt into the couch, hot pants replacing his moans and groans. a few minutes pass before he fully comes down from his headspace and returns back to earth, only for him to realize just how much he came, staining his clothes and coating his skin in creamy white. he blinks.Â
reality crashes down on his head.Â
he justâŠjerked off to you. he just came so hard he saw stars just from the mere thought of you. oh, heâs in deeper than he first thought. too deep, too quickly, he can barely breathe.Â
âfuck,â beomgyu murmurs as he stares down at his cum-covered abdomen, his sticky hand. âfuck.â
beomgyu was right: you do come back the next day. and the next. and the next.
over the remainder of the work week, he watches you â well, more so listens to you, but he canât deny himself the little glimpses he allows himself to take, drinking in how you worry your bottom lip, how the muscles in your throat contract each time you gulp. the poker face that you don crumbles oh so easily whenever he meets your stray gaze. itâs exhilarating, knowing the power he, a complete stranger, has over you. your microscopic slips in expression remain undetected to the rest of the passengers, but he sees every single one. theyâre a perfectly entertaining backdrop for your explicit musings.Â
he knows he could approach you like a normal human being would, but whereâs the fun in that? heâs not quite a normal person in his own right, anyway. instead, heâs decided to keep you in his sights, learning what exactly you enjoy, what you like to hear, preparing for the day where he again gathers the courage to toy with you within the walls of your mind. heâs in deep, and at this point, heâs accepted it if only to justify his sadistic obsession with you. actually, on second thought, he wouldnât quite call it an obsession, perhaps a morbid curiosity more than anything. yeah, thatâs all it can be.
itâs almost as if the universe has sent him a little present in the form of you, an apology for the trials and tribulations that whatever is above has rained down on him this past year or so. of course heâs going to savor it. who wouldnât? so he sticks to his plan, and keeps watching you, listening to you, observing you, identifying your little quirks and deepest, darkest desires. theyâll be quite useful later, heâs sure.Â
over hisâŠresearch period, heâs found out a lot about you. you like to be bullied, to be called a slut, a whore, but you also enjoy a little praise mixed in: good slut, good whore, pretty girl is so obedient for sir, for daddy, for master. youâre also not too picky in what you listen to, as long as it contains a male dominant in some capacity. coupleâs content, threesomes, gangbangs are all on the table, as are solo audios that usually have some sort of plot to them â coworkers to lovers' first date that ends in sex? check. hot librarian who fucks over a table you after closing? that too. he could go on about what heâs heard in just the solo audios you consume, but even that list would be exhaustive.Â
by the time friday rolls around, he doesnât even have to try to search for your mind; call him crazy, but itâs almost as if you, on some subconscious level, know that he wants in and are more than willing to let him. as if you keep the door cracked open just for him.Â
at least, he likes to think that you do.Â
staying close, but not too close, to you proves to be difficult today. fridays bring with them a surge of new faces that crowd the subway car, which is generally quite annoying, but at the moment, he also finds it to be frustrating. no seats are open when he boards, he canât even see you through the dense crowd, but youâre there. your mind is there, open and waiting for him to enter.
though he wonât be able to see your cute little reactions, he steps through that mental threshold.Â
âitâs okay, baby. shh, donât cry, you can cum. cum for me, just let go,â a gentle voice coos. aw, you must be having a rough morning, how sad. the only other day you listened to these kinds of audios, you looked absolutely miserable, the corners of your lips pulled down and a deep, pathetic furrow to your brows â it was wednesday, thatâs right. two days ago, when you seemed frazzled and completely out of it. a little digging resulted in him learning that you had spilled your coffee all over the concrete on the way here, you thought your hair didnât look right (even though, to him, it did, it looked perfect â he wished he couldâve told you that), and worst of all, your boss emailed you late the previous night to admonish you for your performance, demanding a meeting first thing that morning.Â
still, he wishes he could take care of your boss, eliminate that weight off of your shoulders. if it were up to him, your boss would be sitting in the morgue at his place of work, gray and comatose and unable to admonish you for things that beomgyu is sure you had no control over. because thatâs how offices work, right? sink or swim, big fish eat the little ones, blaming those below them for everything they should be taking responsibility for. your boss has to be one of those. he was pig-nosed and donning a constant sneer when you pictured the verbal berating youâd be getting once you got to your workplace.Â
that day, he found himself thinking about how heâs become pretty talented with a scalpel.Â
âgood girl. doing so well for me, pretty girl,â the same voice soothes, soft cries and sniffles from the submissive mixing with the gentle words. he could treat you all sweet too. he could be anything you want, if only you knew him.Â
he wants you to know him â needs you to, really.
thereâs no clear cut reason for your current sour mood, your thoughts too jumbled together for him to properly decipher. are you picking apart your appearance? did you wake up late? is this all because of your boss again? he might just kill the bastard if thatâs the caseâŠif only he could approach you, tell you that everything will be okay, but he doesnât want to knock down the house of cards heâs spent such precious time building over the course of the week. youâre too special for that. itâs the very reason why he tries to blend into the crowd, why he tries to keep eye contact to a minimum. the last thing he needs is for you to run away from him when youâre one of the only things holding him together.
when the car slows to his and your stop, disappointment nips at the space between his eyebrows. he didnât even get to see you today, and the end of the work week means that he wonât be seeing you for two entire days. sighing, he falls into his typical routine: move towards the doors, wait for them to open, and follow the other exiting passengers out. where could you be? youâre still here, he knows that much since heâs still connected to you, still hears those soft words and moans, but where the fuck are you? you, as in your body. that you.
with a single cursory glance around, he swears he catches a glimpse of your figure before the crowd swallows you whole. as heâs shoved towards the stairs by the crowd, his chest grows heavy.
friday has just begun, but monday couldnât come any faster.Â
âso, are you gonna try out?â
yeonjun is far more sober compared to last friday night, his eyes lacking that fatigued droop they always get whenever heâs had too much. beomgyu tears his glazed-over gaze away from the television screen to look at the yeonjun, sinking further into the couch below him. he points to himself. âme?â
yeonjun rolls his eyes, a knee swinging over the arm of the armchair he sits in. âwho the fuck else would i be talking to?â
scoffing, beomgyu shoots him a glare. âi donât know, man. yâdonât have to be a dick about it.â
the open bottle of beer in beomgyuâs hand chills his fingertips, so he switches it to his other hand before taking another sip. meanwhile, soobin plops down next to him with an already open bag of chips, offering some to him. he shakes his head, and soobin shrugs, beginning to munch on them by himself.Â
âiâm serious though,â yeonjun continues. âyou should really try out. thereâs not much to it, just dance to one song and youâre done. iâd probably pass you even if you sucked.â
âthatâs nepotism,â taehyun chimes in from the floor, eyes trained on the screen as he shoots a player down in the game him and kai are currently obsessed with. the sound of gunfire fills the living room of soobin and yeonjunâs apartment, the murmurs of the two boys a low drone beneath it as they figure out their best strategy to win.Â
he almost wishes he lived here with soobin and yeonjun, or with the other two. yeonjun and soobin, taehyun and kai â only beomgyu lives alone. alone doesnât necessarily mean lonely, but in beomgyuâs case, it does. maybe thatâs why heâs latched onto you so hard: to cure his loneliness. he swats that thought away like one would a pesky mosquito. he hasnât latched onto you, he admonishes himself, heâs simply curious. yeah, curious.Â
just a little innocent curiosity.Â
disregarding taehyunâs comment, yeonjun raises an eyebrow towards beomgyu. âi know i was drunk when i said that shit last week, but you really have been acting weird since you started at that job. weâve all noticed.â
âyeah, itâs like youâve gotten more reserved, or something,â soobin says, words muffled by his chewing. beomgyu grimaces, shifting closer to the arm of the couch.Â
âyouâre the most introverted one here, you canât say shit,â kai snorts. soobin throws a chip at his head.
âanyway,â yeonjun butts in with a scalding glare before an argument can begin. soobin and kai blanch, mouths closing. âweâre justâŠconcerned about you.â
âis this some kind of intervention?â beomgyu laughs, disbelief apparent in his tone. heâs fine. he has you now.
âno, we just want you to know that thereâs other things you could do that would make you happier than work at a fucking funeral home,â taehyun says, eyes still not straying from the tv.Â
âlike joining my dance crew,â yeonjun tacks on.Â
beomgyu sighs. theyâre kind of right, if heâs being honest with himself, but is he ready to put himself out there again? is he ready to face the potential of rejection, of failure? heâs had his life fall apart in front of his eyes once already, what if it happens again?
â...i guess.â
âcâmon.â yeonjun shifts around until heâs leaning on his elbows, focus solely on beomgyu. âtryouts are next saturday. i know how fast you can learn choreography. hell, you could probably learn something in a couple hours and be fine.â
âhonestly, youâll never know if you donât try,â soobin chimes in. âit might end in something good.â
âyeah,â beomgyu says before taking another large swig of beer. âyeah, i know.â
and so another weekend passes, and monday returns once again.Â
soobinâs brief, sage advice plays through his mind again and again. although he understands that soobin meant for it to apply to his current career situation, beomgyu has adopted it for his situation with you instead. he should try, heâs going to try, eventually.Â
it might end in something good, he tells himself over and over again. he has to try.
mondays are a bit less excruciating now that youâre around. he has only known you for a week, but itâs been long enough to know that you make his day-to-day routine bearable â hell, heâll stay at his terrible job as long as you keep showing up each morning. the day that you donât will be the nail in his coffin â he chuckles at his stupid joke. yeonjun is rubbing off on him too much.
the sky is overcast today, and endless expanse of gray that contrasts the warmth of the changing leaves that line the sidewalk. it might rain soon, he surmises, but he hopes that it wonât. heâs forgone an umbrella today. digging his hands further into his coat pockets, he ducks into the subway station, descending the stairs and weaving through the crowd until he finds his usual platform. when he gets there, youâve already arrived, ears vacant of those white earbuds, but itâs not a foreign sight to him. you typically put them in once you sit down. the fact that you get on and get off at the same stop as himâŠhe almost likes to think of all of this as fate.Â
maybe the universe really is trying to apologize.Â
the subway arrives at the platform a few minutes later â minutes in which he tries not to stare at you. heâs not a creep, he swears that heâs not. heâs not a creep, heâs not a creep â he repeats this to himself as he follows behind you into the subway car the two of you frequent, he finds a seat across from you a few feet to your left. he canât be too obvious.
and most importantly, heâs not a creep.Â
you dig around in your bag. ah, here come those infamous earbuds, heâs sure of it â but then they donât, and then the digging through your bag grows a degree more frantic, your lips parting as you continue shoving whatever is in there aside in search of your most precious possession.
you feel like crying as panic surges through your veins. oh god, you forgot them. how could you have forgotten them? what are you going to do now?Â
beomgyu decides to tap into your mind in that moment, finding you in an unbelievably frazzled state. his heart clenches in his chest, he wishes he could help somehowâŠ
wait. he couldâŠoh my god, he could. no, thatâs sick, heâs not a creep â well, no, he could. he definitely fucking could, and youâd probably end up liking itâŠ
he could be your temporary replacement for today â no, he could become your constant source, the one you need to get through the day. he could become your audios. he wants to. theyâd be far moreâŠinteractive, if he did, after all. youâd love what he could do to your pretty fucking body just with access to your mind. reading thoughts isnât the only thing he can do â and soobinâs right: heâll never know if he doesnât try. how could he sit here any longer and not give in to his burning desire to ravage you? you know what? fuck it. this is the perfect opportunity, served up once again on a silver platter, waiting for him to take. heâs not going to let it slip away again â and oh, you just look so devastated right now, how terrible would he be if he didnât help you?
in a split-second moment, beomgyu decides that today is the day. deep breath. focus. okay, he can do this. one, two, threeâŠ
âhello, pretty girl.â
you flinch before you look up and around, only to find no one is looking at you â well, he is, but through his peripherals. wouldnât want to get caught, would he? suppressing a smirk at your reaction, he shifts in his seat.
âwas someone just talking to me?â you ask yourself, brows furrowing as your eyes continue to dart around. your hand comes up to your ear to see if you accidentally remembered your earbuds, your frown deepening when you register that they are, indeed, not in your ears. glancing around again, your eyes skirt over his form. he shivers at the thought of whatâs to come, biting his lip as he avoids your gaze. âis this some sort of prank?â
âcalm down, sweetheart, this isnât a prank. now, stop looking around, youâre the only one who heard me.â
your brain flits from thought to thought so quick he can barely keep up, the volume of them rising as you panic. your fingers clench the strap of your purse as if to ground yourself. âam i hallucinating right now? what the fuck? this has to be a prank. should i go to the doctorâs? no, my boss would kill me if i called out, but fuck, i should really go if iâm hearing thingsââ
beomgyu chuckles, the sound echoing through your mind as well. freezing, your muscles lock up as you look around again. your distressed stream of consciousness stops for a moment, before resuming at a much more rapid pace. âwhat the fuck, i need to call out right now, whereâs my phoneââ
sighing, he leans back into his seat and closes his eyes. so cute, how easily you spiral. âquiet that pretty little head of yours, pretty girl. youâre not hallucinating, this is all real. very real.â
a few moments pass before your internal freakout quiets down. for once, silence fills your mindâŠand rather than him break it, itâs you: âsomeoneâsâŠtalking to me through my mind? this is real?â
âsuch a smart girl. you figured it out so quickly,â beomgyu taunts, resisting the urge to coo again. adrenaline rushes through his veins, urging him to continue. you need him. he can make you happy. he just needs to hear you say it.
your thighs press together at the praise, fingers digging into the trousers you had chosen to wear. you shouldnât be feeling like this. this is strange, terribly strange, and even a little frightening, now that you are aware that someone â that a complete stranger, at that â has full reign over your conscious. yet, at the same time, youâre curious to see how this will play out.
âand you can speak to me, too, if you focus hard enoughâŠâ his voice trails off. okay, you can do that. allowing your eyelids to flutter shut, you begin to breathe deeply until even the mechanical noises of the subway and the murmurs of passengers vacate your senses. mind empty, you exhale a shaky breath. focus. stay focused.Â
âhmm, impressive. youâre a natural at this.â god, he needs to quit praising you like that with his deep voice. by the way he laughs, you know he heard that too. fuck.Â
âwho are you and why the fuck are you in my brain?â you decide to ask. straight to the point, no fluff to it, itâs reminiscent of your attitude at the bar where he first laid eyes upon you. this is the wall you put up towards strangers and any other threat to your life, but little do you know, beomgyuâs breached that wall already. this is just a little front. âanswer me, you fucking assholeââ
âwoah, woah, watch the language. why would i tell you who i am? itâs much more exciting this way, donât you think?â the smile in his voice is unmistakable, but he purses his lips to keep them from curling upward.Â
you start to gnaw on your bottom lip, biting hard enough for pain to bloom across your nerve endings. this is stranger youâre talking to right now, a stranger who youâre talking to through your fucking thoughts. this is weird. you never signed up for this. âget the hell out of my mind beforeâ before iââÂ
âbefore you what? canât kick me out, you donât know how to do that, pretty girl.â
fuck, heâs right â wait, if heâs in your mind right now, can he also control it? is he going to hurt you? is he going to make you his puppet and go on a murder spree? is he in this car with you, or somewhere else? what ifâŠwhat ifâŠ
beomgyu can almost feel your panic swelling in his own chest. fuck, he needs to put a stop to your spiraling before it gets out of control. if you freak out now, then all of his work over the past week will be for naught. after all, heâs not going to do anything without your permission. the last thing he wishes to do is scare you off completely before he can have his fun. with great urgency, he cuts off your ramblings, âhey, now, relax for me, princess. iâm not going to hurt you. iâm as human as you are, just a bitâŠdifferent, i guess. and i am in the same car as you right now.â
rather than respond, you look around again, eyeing every single man around you with suspicion, even him. he stares at the floor, maintaining what he hopes to be a neutral, borderline bored, expression. he needs to keep it together. heâs gotten this far, he canât ruin this. âlooking around again, huh? if i were that easy to spot, then this game wouldnât be very fun, would it?âÂ
âgame? fucking with my mind is a game to you?âÂ
the corners of his lips twitch up before heâs forcing them back down. this is it, the moment he has been waiting oh so patiently for. keep it together.
âwell, not really â i actually have a proposition for you, if youâd hear me out.â
scoffing, you urge him along. âjust get on with it.â
âso impatient. thatâs okay. i can work with that,â he smirks. âi know what you listen to every morning, you know.â
your heart drops to your stomach. he what? oh god, you think youâre going to be sick. your arms wrap around your stomach, squeezing hard. this is bad, this is really fucking bad. âdo you want money, or something? areâ are you trying to blackmail me right now? iâll have you know, iâm actually kinda broke right now. i really donât wanna end up homeless, can you just. pick someone else to fuck with? thereâs like twelve different businessmen in this car, iâm sure theyâre rich and corruptââ
beomgyuâs brows raise imperceptibly. jesus, are you always this flighty? âwoah, chill. iâm not here to judge you â or blackmail you, for that matter. iâm not evil. aw, donât look all shameful now. i told you iâm not here to judge â i actually wanna help you, if youâd let me.â
âhelp me?â you dumbly echo. âhelp me how?â
âwell,â he starts. âi noticed you forgot your earbuds today, and you just looked so sad and lost without them. how else are you going to get through your commute? and then i thought maybe i could do something about that. yâknow, help you out, get you through the morning.â
âso you invaded my privacy just to tell me that you wanna dirty talk to me for the rest of my commute? is that what you mean? âcause if so, thatâs pretty weird,â you reply, though your stray thoughts that dart around tell him that youâre actually considering his offer â itâs tempting, isnât it? to give in, to let his deep voice get you all squirmy and needy, knowing he could be anyone in this subway car. still, your words make him laugh, because of course youâre deflecting right now. itâs okay, he hasnât given you the full story quite yet.
âthatâs only part of my offer, princess,â he starts. âi can read minds, yes, but i can also doâŠother things.â
oh, youâre really considering it now. maybe it wouldnât be so bad to let him. his voice is nice, and maybe, just maybe, itâs kind of making you horny. after a deep, long breath, you gulp once, then, with curiosity dripping from your tone, you ask, â...like what?â
jackpot.
beomgyuâs high on a mix of adrenaline and dopamine, utterly giddy because heâs got you right where he wants you, where he needs you. heâs played his cards just right, shoved your worries to the side and drew out your curiosity enough that youâve taken his bait. perfect, oh, this is perfect. he knew youâd be good for him.
âit would be much easier for me to show you.â
âthen show me,â you immediately reply, heat flooding your cheeks at the sheer desperation in your voice. god, calm down. he hasnât even done anything yet.
chuckling at your internal conflict, he decides not to comment. âtell me if you donât like something. iâll stop.â he watches as you slightly nod to yourself, a soft âokay,â echoing through your head and into his â thus, he sets his plan into action.Â
something warm caresses your calf, but when you look down, thereâs nothing there. your eyes widen â was that a hand? it definitely felt like one, the way it creeped up the back of your leg, calloused fingertips pressing into your skin. a shiver races down your spine. that had to have been him.Â
âit was,â he confirms, then his voice is growing impossibly deeper, adopting that gruff edge that you love so much. âyou want more, princess? i can give you more.â
another phantom hand skirts over your waist, dragging down over your hips to your right thigh, just to stop there. biting your bottom lip, you nod, hoping that whoever is in your head right now sees it, wherever he is. the hand moves to your inner thigh; despite how tightly pressed together they are, it skirts over your skin with ease, seemingly beneath your trousers. âi need words, pretty girl, or i might just stop right now. and we wouldnât want that, would we?â
no, you wouldnât, not at this point. the unbearable ache currently building in your core makes you want to cry; you havenât felt this level of desperation in a while, and you need to be touched. you need it so fucking bad.Â
âplease.â the single word comes out meek, quiet. shame flushes your face, a fiery heat that spreads up to your ears and down your neck.Â
you hear the way his breath shudders, causing your own hitch. âfuck, youâre so cute, but i need more than that. beg. beg for me to touch you.â
his voice â fuck, his voice is so deep, so dark and wanton. you wonder what he sounds like when heâs moaning, how he would sound if he fucked you, pounded you into the mattress so hard you saw stars. the image of a faceless stranger fucking you from behind, your back arched behind you and your face buried in the sheets, as he holds your wrists behind your back flits across the big screen of your mind. you shake it away, but the man in your head is already tutting. âuse your words, sweetheart, not pictures â though iâd love to do that to you too. youâve got quite the imagination on you.âÂ
beomgyuâs cock twitches in his boxers as you whine, frantic pleas bubbling up from the deepest, darkest recesses of your mind once he takes the sensation of his hand away from your thigh. you sound halfway dumb already, begging for his hands, his cock, his tongue â anything. youâll take anything just, âplease, sir. please touch me. need you to touch me so bad.â
you donât even know who he is, yet youâre being so obedient, calling him sir, begging so sweetly for him â itâs like youâre begging straight into his ear. his heart swells at the thought, as does his cock. you sound so pretty, but he finds himself wishing he could hear these words come from your lips instead.Â
âyeah? my little slut needs more?â he prods, laughing meanly when you whimper out a yes. âaw, âcourse she does. desperate whores always need more, donât they? so greedy.â
you have to swallow down a whimper at that, focusing so intently on keeping quiet that your nails have dug into your palms deep enough to almost break skin. the pain seems to help keep you grounded â that is, until you feel the sting of a palm against your backside. you flinch in your seat, gasping sharply. the man sitting next to you glances over, but you only hang your head and shrink into yourself. he looks away.Â
âfocus, whore. youâre drawing too much attention to yourself.â
two hands are touching you now. one cupping your pussy, the other wrapped around your throat, pressing into the sides of your neck so you start to grow dizzy. the hand on your throat releases its grip to slide down to your chest, circling around one of your nipples before a thumb swipes over the pebbled flesh. your back arches off of your seat when the sensation morphs into that of lips, plush warmth enveloping your tit before the sharp bite of teeth interrupts. you inhale a shaky breath from your nose as lips return to soothe the sting. despite the hard press of your thighs, the hand on your pussy drags up and down your folds, dipping down to your entrance before dragging up to your clit. a tiny squeak sneaks up your throat before youâre masking it with a cough.Â
âarenât you just a sensitive little thing? so wet too,â he coos, shifting his briefcase over his lap to gain some semblance of friction. his fingertips tingle as if your wetness coats them right now. fuck, heâs hard. if it were up to him, youâd be taking his cock right now, moaning so prettily as he presses you up against the wall and fucks up into you, your legs giving out from under you because heâs just making you feel so good, isnât he? never mind that, he has a job to do. âhow about i justâŠâ
two lithe fingers breach your walls while a thumb continues to slowly circle your clit, barely brushing over the sensitive bundle of nerves. you feel like youâre going insane, trying your best to hold still as his fingers begin to move inside you, curling up into your walls. searching, heâs searching for that spot inside you that will get you cryingâ
then he finds it.Â
your knee jerks up, your legs falling open slightly before youâre pressing them closed again as he abuses it over and over again, crooking his fingers just right to find it with each thrust. your hips roll up into the sensation, stilling as soon as you realize that youâre squirming too much, being too obvious. people are starting to stare, calm down. calm the fuck down.
god, you donât think you can. itâs too difficult to keep still with the way heâs finger-fucking you right now. with the way thereâs lips suddenly circling your clit, sucking the pearl in so that his tongue can play with it. little kitten licks that make you want to scream and cry and beg for mercy because you donât know if you can keep up this front of normalcy with the way heâs touching you.
itâs like heâs speaking directly into your ear right now, warm breath fanning over your earlobe, your cheek. âwanna see you fall apart, wanna see you lose it in front of all of these people, baby. bet you wanna cum right now, yeah? just wanna feel good, donât even care if you quake and cry in public? youâre that fucking desperate for it?âÂ
you nod to yourself, eyes squeezing shut. youâre so close. oh god, youâre going to cum. youâre going to cum like a brainless whore in the middle of a fucking subway car. youâre sick. youâre fucking sick for enjoying this.
youâre just as bad as him, beomgyu decides. he knew youâd like what he could give you, he knew you needed him. it was just a matter of time before you realized that fact. thatâs okay, because he needs you just as badly. itâs a carnal need, white hot in the center of his stomach â fuck, heâs obsessed with you. he wants you to be his forever.Â
and beomgyu knows youâre close, but heâs not quite ready to give you what you want.Â
âplease, oh god. please let me cum. fuckfuckfuckâ no, please donât stop!â you cry as he slows the pace of his fingers. âplease no, âm so close! no no noââ
âyou drive me crazy, itâs only fair if i return the favor. makes it more fun.â ripping the sensation away from you completely, he watches you bottom lip tremble as you blink back tears, your body melting into your seat as the pleasure fades away. ânow, now, donât cry, sweetheart. i have something even better for you.â
a few seconds pass before something breaches your entrance, your walls stretching to their limit, yet the sting of pain never arrives. filled to the brim, you throw your head back against the window behind you. to others, you seem to just be resting your eyes, but the way your mouth falls open is not lost on beomgyu. he knows you can feel him everywhere, knows you can feel the way the head of his cock nearly touches your cervix, how it presses into every single sensitive spot inside you. he knows heâs big, but you take it like a champ, your hips grinding down into the seat, as if to bring him deeper inside you. what a little whore, his little whore.Â
âyâfeel that, pretty girl? feel my big fucking cock inside you?â he asks as your chest heaves, a feeble attempt in holding yourself together. âcalm down, now. iâm gonna start moving, okay?â
he doesnât wait for your response before heâs spoon-feeding you the sensation of his cock pulling out until nothing but his cockhead remains within your walls. a few seconds pass, then your begging returns. tearful, this time, fucking pathetic. he basks in the power that rushes through his entire being. you need him. you need him in order to feel good, and he loves that you do. he brings a hand down to adjust himself in his pants, hissing quietly at the ache that the action brings. he needs to fuck you right now. physically fuck you, none of this thought manipulation bullshit â but no, he has to be patient. he can be patient as long as itâs you.Â
the subway is slowing down again, and he comes to the gross realization that he only has a few minutes before both of you must depart. dammit, he has to make this quick.Â
meanwhile, youâre already halfway to your high just at the mere feeling of him inside you. as soon as his cock begins to move again, youâre choking back moans, head hanging low as your muscles tense and your hands press into your lap. you can feel him in your throat each time he thrusts back in, his thrusts growing faster and faster until heâs pounding into you.Â
âfuck fuck fuckkkkk!â you wail, encouraging him to continue. in reality, your walls clench around nothing, but your mind paints a different picture. you almost beg for him to cum inside, but you cant find the words, too fucked out to think about anything else but the knot in your stomach that grows tighter with each passing second. âfuck, please. please, fuck iâm, nghhââ
imaginary fingers swipe across your clit, and youâre a goner.Â
thighs quaking, your release coats your panties, walls fluttering, but the movement of his cock doesnât stop until youâre begging for mercy. beomgyu almost cums in his pants at the depraved wails you emit, half-baked sentences pleading for him to âs-slow down, please. i canât, no, i canât â shit!â
finally â finally â he grants you reprieve from the onslaught of pleasure. your body slumps into your seat, your eyes shut as you begin to float back down to earth. the clack-clack-clack of the subway slows until it stops completely. the usual robotic voice announces his stop, but you seem so out of it that you donât even register that you need to get off.Â
âgood job, baby. you put on quite the show for me,â he praises as he rises to his feet. luckily, he decided on wearing a longer coat today which he uses to cover up his raging hard-on. this has to be fate.
no response. with an excited gleam in his eye, he disconnects from your mind and moves towards you. looming above you, he drinks in the beads of sweat that have formed along your hairline, the wrinkles in your trousers where you gripped the fabric a wee bit too hard, your dreamy eyes and how they blink down at his black loafers before raising to meet his own. concern has painted itself across his features, his head tilting as he holds your bleary gaze.
âare you alright, miss? you look a bit ill.â
you blink once. twice. god, how are you so cute even after getting fucked so hard? he can barely control himself from blurting out who he is.
âwhatâwhat stop is this?â you ask him, eyes wide and red-rimmed from your earlier tears. he tells you, and he watches those same eyes widen. âoh shit, this is my stop!â
attempting to stand, you stumble straight into his chest. he catches you with gentle hands before heâs helping you steady yourself. your legs tremble like those of a newborn fawn, sexy yet terribly adorable. he gulps at the image of you unable to walk, legs so sore that youâre forced to let him dote on you, that forms inside his mind. later. that can come later, donât get too hasty.Â
âoh, youâre a bit shaky there,â he murmurs, a hand curling around you elbow when you stumble again. âare you sure youâre alright?â
âiâm f-fine, sorry for the trouble,â you reply with a polite, yet jittery, smile, stepping away from him. he wants to tell you to come closer again, he wants to smell your sweet perfume again, feel your warm skin beneath his fingertips.Â
but good things come to those who wait.
âno worries.â with a charming smile, he shuffles beside you, until the two of you have exited with the rest of the crowd. he catches your wrist before you can get too far, and you turn to face him once more. afterglow looks wonderful on you. âit looks like weâre getting off at the same stop today, so would you like me to walk with you until youâre feeling a bit better? iâm sure some fresh air will do you good.â
you pause for a moment, hesitating. have you seen him somewhere before? you feel like you have. âiâŠthat would be great, actually. thank you.â
âof course,â he nods, holding back a smirk. he canât help the words that escape him next.
âlead the way, thenâŠpretty girl.â
the way you look back at him with alarmed realization â even a hint of fear â causes a grin to split open his lips. you begin to sputter as you back away, but he merely follows with light, casual steps. âw-what, whoâwho are youââ
his smile grows knife-sharp. the door opens â it always does.Â
âaw, câmon, sweetheart,â he coos inside your mind, biting his lip as he watches your knees buckle. âwho else could it be?â
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HI BABRIE! HI KEN! [part 3, LH44 smau]
Lewis Hamilton x pregnant!reader [social media au]
Masterlist & Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! [part 1, LH44 smau] & Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! [part 2, LH 44 smau]
Summary: Lewis and his "real-life Barbie" girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N have a secret they keep from the fans. Though it's only matter of time before they announce the happy news... it's not like it can stay hidden forever anyways.
Warnings: Pregnancy. Slight hate and bodyshaming towards Y/N. If you're not in the right headspace, please don't read it!đ«¶
Author's Note: After quite some time, hello! I'm so sorry this took so long, but life has been so busy and hectic last month I simply didn't have time and energy to write this sooner. Though I'm very glad for everyone who waited for this part and I hope you'll like it. It's probably not the last one, I have few ideas for more parts. But I don't want to promise anything, we all know how long this part took XD.
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lewishamilton So proud to support charity program for the involvement of children from disadvantaged families in sports yourusername has been working on for a few years now. All money raised from the friendly basketball match goes to the fond of the charity. Let's change lives of these talented kids together! đ«đđŸ
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user1 basketball players should be grateful our king chose to be f1 driver đ
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yourusername together we can change the world for better!! đ«đ
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user3 You make our lives better by existing Y/Nđđ
user4 I think this is too idealistic lol
user5 queen speaking facts and keeping us motivated
user6 LET HER COOK đŁđŁđŁ
user7 Sir Lewis Hamilton is Sir for a reason đ
mercedesamgf1 đđ€
user8 even though he'll be driving for ferrari next year mercedes still supports him!!!
user9 and what did you think? that they'll ignore him or hate him suddenly? he still got a whole season w them đ€Ł plus it's all marketing
user10 nah i'll just live in delusion that admin loves lewis & y/nđ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°
user11 I love how you use your platform to raise awareness
user12 omg he's so hot đ„”
user13 Wait, why is Lewis at Y/N's charity event instead of her? I usually support her, but this is just weird... why can't she stand up for her own thing?
user14 RIGHT?! idk why she didn't even bother showing there
user15 Honestly I think that Lewis going there brings more attention to it than just her going there, and it's a good thing people are noticing this organization. Though I don't understand why she didn't go there as well đ€·ââïž
user16 guys stop wtf she could be sick or smth
user14 or she's just another attention seeker... never liked her tbh
user16 the only attention seeker here is u user14 get a life and stop hating đ
user14 i'm not hating, i'm stating facts and unlike y/n i don't need a man to do shit for me lmfao
user17 Y'all are really getting mad over nothing xddd
user18 Amazing work! đ you make the difference, Lewisđđ€đ
user19 the fact he has pink pants bc it's y/n's fav color and it's for a charity event she helped organize... i want a man like him đ©
user20 He's down bad for her!!!
user21 I mean... who wouldn't, just look at herđ€
user22 fr what i'd give to talk to y/n once
user23 Our fashion barbie iconic Queen đđ
user24 Lew giving the little boy a fist bumpđ„č
user25 he is going to be a great dad one day
user24 Oh definitely!đ«¶
user26 can't wait for dad lewis
user27 omggg imagine little him and y/n running around the paddock đđ
user26 they'll be sooo cute istg
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yourusername japan grand prix w my favs đŻđ”đ€
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user1 awww i live for bf lewis
user2 YOU DESERVE SOMEONE BETTER
user3 and who would that be user2 ?? you? lmfao u wishđ€Łđ€Ł
user4 the disrespect of writing these things under HIS COMMENT where he shows SUPPORT to HIS GIRLFRIEND...
user5 Lewis & Y/N 4ever đ«¶
user6 omg look at roscoe baby so cute
user7 the teeth I can'tđ„č
user8 It's Roscoe's world and we're just living in it fr
alexandrasaintmleux so prettyyy đđș
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yourusername oh stoppp u are prettier đđ
user9 Girls supporting girls and wags supporting wags... that's what we like!!!!
user10 the fact lewis liked alex's comment w two accounts is the best thing that happened this weekđ
user11 shut uppp I didn't even notice it before user10 đ he's such a simp I love this đđ
user10 i knoooowđ
user12 finally you attended a grand prix this year!!!!
user13 đđđđđ
mercedesamgf1 It's always brighter with you in the paddock Barbie Y/N!đ
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yourusername next time i'm going all out w the pink đđ«¶
user14 the legend herselffff
user15 Admin is slaying and supporting Y/N đââïž
user16 MOTHER IS SERVING ONCE AGAINđ§đ»ââïž
roscoelovescoco Enjoying's dad's racing's w my's best's mum's âșïžđ
yourusername enjoying dad racing w my best son đ„čđ
user17 not roscoe slowly learning y/n's slang and saying w instead of withđ€
user18 and the fact Lewis is the one really writing it... !!!!!
user19 They're such cute a familyđ„°
user20 mum and dad and son... I can't it's too adorable đ« â€ïžâđ©č
user21 Literally the queen of f1 and gorgeousness keep slaying
user22 where is the usual barbie aesthetic?!đ„
user23 fr I want pink dresses not blue trousers
user24 Guys she can wear whatever she wants
user23 yeah true but still... she already built that image so why not keep it wtf đ€·ââïž
user25 Covering her fat stomach with the purse ewww đ€ąđ„Ž
user26 i wanna take u haters seriously... but I just can't xd
user27 if you have anger issues like me and don't like online trolls, pls stop scrolling people! there are so many dumb users from twitter in these comments!đ
user28 I just don't get why they're hating on Y/N all of sudden... what did she ever do to them
user29 idk, probably bcs she wasn't active for a while (she was probably not feeling well or smth as she said in an interview few days back) and didn't attend any gp till japan this year (again she was probably sick so understandable)... plus lot of f1 "fans" are jealous bitches change my mind
user30 Internet always moves in waves and one time everybody loves u and then they hate u đŹ
user31 yeah but it's so sad cause y/n is such a sweetheartđ„șâ€ïž
user32 I honestly wouldn't care about the haters if they didn't attack her body and the way she looks... that's down right embarrassing and disgusting
user33 AGREED user32
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lewishamilton It's hard to put into words how happy and excited we are. Can't wait to hold our baby in a few months and support my dearest love on every step of the way. Feeling blessed right now đ€đȘ
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charles_leclerc Well, that's a shocking news I didn't know about this time...đ
charles_leclerc But big congratulations!â€ïž
yourusername yeah we needed to give u heart attack w smth too đđ
susie_wolff Congratulations Lewis and Y/N, you will be great parents! đ«đ«¶
yourusername thx susie, we have great role models in u and toto!!! âšâ€ïžâđ©č
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kellypiquet what a great news!đ„č
yourusername love u kelly đ
sebastianvettel Many congratulations!
lewishamilton Thank you Seb!
yourusername will u be the fun uncle??? pls seb đ„čđ
sebastianvettel If you'll make me their godfather....
yourusername done deal đ€
lewishamilton I-... fair enough, done deal
fencer EXCUSE ME?!! THAT'S NOT FAIR
charles_leclerc Yeah what is this favorism?!
yourusername guys it's seb how could we say no đâš
charles_leclerc True... fair enough then I guess đ
fencer I still feel VERY offended
yourusername charles don't use that ironic emoji on me and fencer u can have the second child
lewishamilton Darling that sounds like you're sacrificing our second child while the first one isn't even born yet...
yourusername whoops đ«ąđ
sebastianvettel Do you realize this is not a private conversation?
yourusername actually u can set selected comments private seb đ
charles_leclerc Wait seriously?!
lewishamilton No, she's just testing if he's old enough to believe her đ
yourusername you're sour bc u believed me the first time i tried it love âșïžđ«¶
sebastianvettel This is exactly why I didn't have Instagram sooner.
charles_lecerc We love you Seb!â€ïž
yourusername yeah we do love u our new godfather!!!!đ
mercedesamgf1 Congratulations from the whole team!đ€©đ€
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alexandrasaintmleux awww so happy for both of u!đ
yourusername hope you're prepared to be the fav auntie đ€đ
alexandrasaintmleux anything for my little nephew or niece hamilton đ«Ą
scuderiaferrari The next world champion on the way?đâ€ïž
yourusername pls i hope they'll stay far away from racing đ
scuderiaferrari Well... then we'll at least get another tifosi đ
georgerussell68 Wishing all the best mate!
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landonorris Wooohooo congrats!!!
landonorris Wait- do y'all realize you'll be parents now? Like real REAL parents of an actual child?!
yourusername yeah lando that's how it usually works when u get pregnant đ
landonorris Yeah but... wait! The child needs to be McLaren fan!
yourusername your mission to get all hamiltons to be your fan is getting more complicated, isn't it? đđ«ą
landonorris Shhhh Y/N it's a secret mission đ€«
yourusername oh my bad sry
yourusername wait why do i know about it then???
landonorris Ehhh... miscalculation?
yourusername tf lando đ
lewishamilton I'm starting to think this baby will be our second child and Lando is our first...
landonorris Wow so can I officially say Lewis Hamilton is my daddy now?đ
lewishamilton NO
yourusername lando don't you dare or istg
landonorris Byeee parents!! đ€
f1 Let's go! đđ¶
francisca.cgomes babyyyyy đ€đ
pierregasly Why the leaves?
francisca.cgomes bcs it's an autumn babyyyyy
yourusername love u kika đ
pierregasly Oh congrats by the way!đ«¶
yourusername thx pierre đ
logansargeant RAAAAAHHH đșđžđŠ
logansargeant Sorry alex_albon took my phone đ I wanted to say congratulations!đ€
alex_albon đ
yourusername lol
yourusername but thx sm logan, you're such a sweetheart! đ«¶
lilymhe I swear it'll be the cutest baby ever
yourusername babe it'll totally will if u say so đ
kevinmagnussen đ
hulkhulkenberg Welcome to the dad's club on the grid Lewis! đ
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oscarpiastri What a happy day, congratulations! đ§Ą
yourusername what's the orange heart doing here oscahh??? đ€š
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oscarpiastri Better now?
yourusername thx oscar sm for the congrats!đ„° also you should use my signature heart emoji more often đ
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yourusername enjoying the barbie life đđ
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lewishamilton Beautiful, gorgeous and my Barbie!
yourusername awww my ken đđ«¶
user1 omg i love them sm
user2 I wanna have what they have
user3 the effect bf Lewis has on me should be studied đ©
user4 Just the fact he usually isn't active on ig and doesn't comment or anything... and she is the only exceptionđđ€
user5 gorgeous literally so gorgeous
user6 The baby bump đ„čđ„č
user7 and she looks so good with it too đ„čđ„č
alexandrasaintmleux such good times hanging out with my fav barbie! đđ
yourusername the best times girly!!! đ
user8 i live for this friendship
user9 Imagine these two next year in Ferrari garage together!đ
user10 literally the only good thing coming out of lewis leaving mercedes
user11 fr fr user10
user12 Are those flowers from Lewis???
roscoelovescoco Yeah's they'res from's dad's đ»âșïž
user13 OH MY GOD ROSCOE HIIII
user12 Can't believe Lewis Hamilton replied to my comment as his dog đ
user13 lol user12 u really won life xd
user14 this is sooo cuteee đ»
user15 You and Alex look so good together! Hope you'll be friends forever!
kellypiquet where's the bag from? it's so pretty! đđ€
yourusername idk lew gave it to me for christmas last year... i'll ask and let u know!! đ€đ«¶
kellypiquet đ«¶
user16 The queens of the paddock right here đ
user17 still can't believe y/n & lewis are going to be parent in a few months
user18 RIGHT?! It's like a fever dream for me đ
user19 Yeah i was excited for dad Lewis so long that now I can't believe it's finally happening đ€â€ïž
user20 the best wag right here
user21 and soon the best mum!
user22 Ur STUNNING đđ
user23 Woman đ
user24 proud to say i never hated on Y/N
user25 YES
user26 always knew she's the queen đžđ
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yourusername can't describe in words how much i love u lew!!! đđ«
lewishamilton Love you too darling, so much!
user1 I can't đ
user2 i wanna have what they have
user3 THE BEST COUPLE EVER
user4 if they ever break up love isn't real
user5 I'll tell my children they are the original Barbie & Ken
user6 my parents đ„°
user7 y'all don't understand how much i love them
user8 The best parents ever!!!!
roscoelovescoco Mums looking's gorgeous đ„čâïž
lewishamilton She in fact is.
yourusername my boys making me cry đ„čđ
roscoelovescoco Oh's no's mums don't cry's đ
yourusername don't worry baby it's happy tears đ
user9 now I'm crying too... this is so sweet
user10 The reason they're my favsđ
user11 why is this so precious đđ
user12 so prettyyyy
kellypiquet Our Barbie looking like a goddess!đ
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yourusername thx kelly!!!đ
user13 she's fr glowing đ»
user14 Thought she can't get more beautiful than she was before but pregnancy proved me wrong
user15 MARRY HER
user16 we love bf lewis dedicating whole post to y/n đ€đ€
voguemagazine đ€©đž
user17 ariana what are u doing here?!??!!
user18 Even Vogue is an Y/N fan and we love it
user19 y'all don't understand how bad i need her to be on the cover of vogue or some other magazine đ©
user20 OMG user19 SHE WOULD SLAY IT TOO HARD
user21 You should marry her now!!! đđ
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user22 heyyy did someone else see lewis like it and then un-like it?!đ§
user21 When the notification of roscoelovescoco liking my comment came up on my phone I nearly dropped it and screamed... like what? Excuse me sir!!! đ
user23 LOL I love how he goes savage liking comments w his dog's account and then regrets it immediately xd
user24 guuuyyyssss what if it means we'll get proposal soon???âșïž
user21 I wish!!!!
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Author's Note: Thank you for reading it to the end! I'll be very grateful for likes, comments, reblogs and every other sign of support. Also you can let me know if you think baby Hamilton will be a girl or boy đ€. Have a great weekend! (Btw if someone wants to talk about their predictions for Saudi Arabian Grand Prix, they're welcomed bcs I don't have anyone to talk to about it XD)
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dr3 | deep blue but you painted me golden
part one â i polish up real nice
[ series masterlist ] part 2 | part 3 | part 4
pairings:Â daniel ricciardo x f!leclerc!rbr driver!reader, lestappen
summary:Â [ social media au ] y/n joins red bull and stirs shit up! ft. lestappen's oblivious flirting and danny's impeccable pr training
warnings:Â language
faceclaim:Â barbara palvin + random faceless checo pics
authorâs note:Â i first came up with the last post of this series (stay tuned!) and it kind of snowballed into whatever this is đ i played fast and loose with the timeline. suspend your disbelief. anyways, enjoy!
Daniel Ricciardo Talks About Red Bull and What Comes Next â The Late Show with Stephen Colbert
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yourusername looking forward to racing with an undying commitment to winning đ thank you so much @.redbullracing for the opportunity to join the fastest team in the paddock
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charles_leclerc super fier de toi đ mais ferrari est toujours la meilleure [ super proud of you but ferrari is still the best ]
âȘ yourusername si ça te chante đ đ„° [ whatever floats your boat ]
user not the caption đđ
âȘÂ user she definitely saw the interview đđ
âȘ user christian did say that rbr thought it was "right" to bring daniel back to the team đ which team and in which capacity though... đ€
âȘ user praying y/n isn't the next victim of the red bull second seat curse đźđ§đđŻ
user y/n didn't hesitate at ALL with the speed comment huh đ
âȘÂ user i mean she's not wrong, red bull are currently the fastest and if they keep their momentum they'll completely dominate this season
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redbullracing Pre-Season Testing sees us go fastest as Max and Y/n record fantastic numbers đȘ
user holy shit we all know that y/n is a rookie but can we just appreciate her pace during testing??? that's insane for anyone, let alone a driver who's still getting used to the car
âȘÂ user i've been saying it for months y/n could 100% be the next big thing for f1
âȘ user can't wait to watch an actual race đ€©
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user hear me out, rbr 1-2 in bahrain đ
âȘÂ redbullracing what dreams are made of! đ
user y/n proving all the haters wrong we love to see it!
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âȘ user danny would still do better though đ€
âȘÂ user well he's not the one in the cockpit so wouldn't it make more sense to just support y/n as well?
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yourusername never in my wildest dreams did i think this day would come. getting my first podium in my first formula 1 race is absolutely insane to think about. i don't have words to describe the joy i feel.
thank you to @.redbullracing for giving me this chance, thank you to the fans for cheering me on, and most importantly, thank you to my family for supporting me in chasing my dreams â€ïżœïżœïżœ
i promise i'll keep making you proud. p2, baby!
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charles_leclerc that's my baby sister đ
âȘÂ yourusername we were born a year and a half apart.
âȘÂ charles_leclerc yeah well max and i are only 16 days apart and he still calls me a baby
âȘÂ yourusername iâ you know what, you're hopeless đ
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maxverstappen1 congratulations y/n đ
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âȘÂ yourusername thank you max!
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â swear i couldnât sleep a wink last night â
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yourusername got new pink leg warmers đđ
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username12 trevor has been liking and commenting for MONTHS thereâs no way theyâre not hooking up
â username25 calm down sheâs friends with turcs and cole đđ
logan.stankoven WE GET IT you got new skates or whatever
â yourusername i will personally send you back to the ahl
â logan.stankoven okay i was on fire on the texas stars đ„±
â yourusername what if i light you on fire đ€
â logan.stankoven oh!
â jpav8 letâs be nice guys
_alexturcotte is that the lululemon water bottle
â yourusername HOW COULD YOU TELL FROM THE LID??
â _alexturcotte my spidey senses tingled
â yourusername turcotte tingle is insane
â _alexturcotte HEY MAN donât slander the family name ââ
username36 my figure skater idol đââïž
username4 trevor zegras eh??
colecaufield and new skates and new skate guards and a new bag
â yourusername you sent me money what was i supposed to do with it????
â colecaufield use it to pay off your student loans đđ
â yourusername but you already paid them off for me đ¶
wyattjohnston_ thatâs so preppy and coquette
â yourusername stop. just stop đ
â wyattjohnston_ IâM TRYING TO BE SUPPORTIVE
â yourusername THEN STOP
â wyattjohnston_ you donât want me to be supportive of you? đ
â yourusername no
jasonrob19 i bought those skates for you
â mush__27 we know you spoil her đ
â t.harley48 fr you ainât gotta flex
â yourusername indeed you did đđ
username41 iâm patiently waiting for the day trevor accidentally posts that theyâre dating
â username88 is he not with dixie??
â username12 LMAO as if
jackhughes niceee solid skates
â yourusername jack hughes đ±
â jackhughes yes thatâs me
â yourusername i feel like a successful fangirl
â jake30oettinger i thought you liked the stars đ yourusername
â yourusername I LOVE THE STARS I PROMISE OTTER
trevorzegras đ
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â _alexturcotte youâre such a pussy
â trevorzegras you are what you eat
â _alexturcotte stfu
â colecaufield stop being so critical turcs
username53 itâs so preppy in here!
ilia_quadg0d_malinin oh please we all know i can do better
â yourusername your ego is unbearably big
â ilia_quadg0d_malinin say that to me when you land a quad
â yourusername I LITERALLY DID IT BEFORE YOU THO????
â ilia_quadg0d_malinin thatâs a lie and we both know it
â yourusername STOP GASLIGHTING ME THIS IS NOT BEST FRIEND BEHAVIOR
lhughes_06 Maâam, would you like to visit the Prudential Center in Newark, New Jersey to watch us practice prior to our game against the Anaheim Ducks?
â jackhughes youâre supposed to dm her, not publicly commentâŠ
â lhughes_06 YOU TOLD ME TO COMMENT ON A POST
â lhughes_06 this is ur fault
â yourusername YES I WOULD
â lhughes_06 see it worked anyways jackhughes
t.harley48 you messed up the ice before practice đ€Źđ€Ź
â yourusername stop whining start grinding đ„¶
â wyattjohnston_ stop whining start grinding đ„¶
â logan.stankoven stop whining start grinding đ„¶
â mush__27 stop whining start grinding đ„¶
â t.harley48 once i get on that zamboni itâs over for you all
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yourusername someone tell him iâm outside waiting rn đ
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username29 PLEASE TELL ME âHIMâ IS TREVOR
ilia_quadg0d_malinin oh! when did you start posting about your crippling love life đ
â yourusername youâre like the only person i told and you proceed to make fun of me đđ
â wyattjohnston_ no you told me
â logan.stankoven and me
â jpav8 and wyatt told me
â hhinee you told me as well
â miroheiskanen i also know
â matt9duchene so do i
â tseguin92 oh you told me too
â t.harley48 donât forget about me
â jake30oettinger you literally told me too
â mush__27 good lord how many people did you tell (i know about it too)
â ilia_quadg0d_malinin you told an ENTIRE nhl team. yourusername
â yourusername âŠâŠ..i told you firstâŠ..?
â jasonrob19 what are we talking about
nickrobertson01 thatâs not one of your jacketsâŠ
â yourusername how would you know if you havenât been in my closet đ€š
â nickrobertson01 you just gave me a closet tour on ft yesterdayâŠ..?
â jasonrob19 then whose jacket is it?????
â yourusername no one i swear itâs mine đ°đ°
jamiebenn14 is that not a literal nightgown?
â yourusername stop judging my stylistic choices đ
â tseguin82 THATâS WHAT I WAS THINKING
â yourusername you old men are NOT hip with the kids
â jpav8 youâre breaking our hearts here đđ
username33 is that or is that not the outside of an ice rink???
username20 i swear to god sheâs seeing trevor
username94 someone tell me iâm insane because i swear iâve seen the ducks practice there before
â username17 no no youâre not insane i think youâre right đ°
â username11 lmfao maybe she just practices there too???
hhinee so to be clear, âhimâ is HIM right?
â yourusername yes yes youâre right roop
â jasonrob19 why do i not know what youâre talking about
username6 IF IâM RIGHT, i think iâve seen that backpack in the background of one of trevorâs stories beforeâŠ
logan.stankoven so what iâm hearing is if you hang out with him, you leave us alone?
â yourusername what happened to the kid that BEGGED for my autograph when i showed up to one of the texas stars games
â logan.stankoven YOU SAID YOU WOULD NEVER BRING THAT UP
â yourusername đ
â wyattjohnston_ HE BEGGED?????
_quinnhughes cool fit i like it đ
â yourusername aw thank you âșïž
â username37 OH MY GOD IS IT QUINN
â username72 WHAT THE FUCK WAIT A SECOND
colecaufield i see youâve been gaining more attention..
â yourusername are you saying iâm not successful enough to regularly get attention??
â colecaufield oh my god YOU ALWAYS DO THIS
_alexturcotte i have never seen someone leave mid-convo as quickly as i just did
â yourusername you were with him?
â _alexturcotte no he just stopped typing all of a sudden
â yourusername so you were.. texting him????
â _alexturcotte yeah??
â yourusername THEN HOW TF DID YOU SEE HIM LEAVE??
â _alexturcotte I DONT FUCKING KNOW I WAS JUST YAPPING
â yourusername you know for someone so smart, sometimes you make no sense đ
mush__27 you being 1,500 miles away should be a crime
â yourusername oh stop complaining i was literally back home like 8 hours ago
username17 has trevor not commented yet??
â username99 itâs not as if he comments frequently
jake30oettinger youâre so not slick
â yourusername thatâs great iâm so glad you noticed even though you literally didnât know until i told you!
â jasonrob19 PLEASE GOD JUST TELL ME đ
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your bitch is back with a trevor au and this time itâs gonna be irl + smau because i was fucking STRUGGLING with feather..
and also iâm thinking of the nickname being lacey because i think itâs just so cute and also i got a whole backstory and all⊠đ
but regarding ilia malinin and all of my favorite dallas stars.. yall might have to know some stars and figure skating lore for this one but i donât really think itâs gonna affect the plot of the story or the story itself (you just might not know who anyone is đđ)
as always if you wanna be tagged, just comment or dm me!!
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Cool About It âȘ
Synopsis: a cutesy little smau where you and clarisse go to a Boygenius concert
a/n: hey guys!!!! Long time no see Iâve been super busy I promise Iâm working on stuff but hereâs a super quick smau Iâve been thinking about in the meantime. No warnings just cute fluff friends to more than friends (?) trope anyways if you like this Iâll maybe make more smau content
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c.larue: Do you wanna go see boygenius?
dariaa.j: Like Young Sheldon?
c.larue: âŠâŠâŠ
c.larue: like the band đ
c.larue: I got the tickets before me and silena broke up and I donât wanna go alone like a fucking loser
dariaa.j: like the loser that you are?
c la rue reacted đ
dariaa.j: when is it ??
c.larue: Saturday doors open at 7
dariaa.j: cant im busy đą
c.larue: do you know anyone whoâd wanna go??
dariaa.j: you can ask y/n
c.larue reacted đ
DIRECT MESSAGES
c.larue: are you busy Saturday???
y/n.y/n: depends
c.larue: Boygenius concert??
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y/n.y/n: You shouldâve led with that
c.larue: Iâll pick you up at 7
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âŠ.be for real đ
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Sheâs scaring the hoes @y/n.y/n đ
y/n.y/n replied: STOP I HAD TOO I KEPT LOSING U
y.n/y/n tagged @c.larue in a post
â« Cool About It by Boygenius
Boygenius and Clar>>>
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@seaweedbrain: stealing the last pic
@c.larue replied: Iâll kill you Perseus
@seaweedbrain: get ur girl đš @y/n.y/n
@y/n.y/n replied: she is NOT my girl
@c.larue: you wish đđ
@dariaa.j: cuties!!! đ«¶đ«¶
@y/n.y/n replied: đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶
@wisegirl: I love my moms
@y/n.y/n replied: love you too annie<333
@c.larue replied: get your boyfriend Annie đ
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@c.larue: You get home ok???
@y/n.y/n: yeah, you???
@c.larue: about be home
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@c.larue: we need to hangout more
@y/n.y/n: do we???
@c.larue: wow itâs like u hate me đđ
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@y/n.y/n: are you busy friday???
@c.larue: well now I am
@y/n.y/n: itâs a date
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AJAX 1K DTIYS!!yayyyyyyyy
(flats under the cut btw)
hey guys. heres that dtiys i promised for 900 followers and waited so long to make i ended up getting 100 more followers. so this is a 1k follower dtiys now. sorry. anyway. THANKS FOR 1K FOLLOWERS? you guys are awesome i appreciate the support for my insanity. to honor that insanity i have made a dtiys of the 3 characters i am most insane about(shocking nobody) lets go papaya nationđ»âïžđč!!!!
le RULES?
> draw morro harumi and echo together.....idrc if theyre watching tv like in the drawing tbh i just did that because i wanted to draw it. feel free to use the drawing as inspiration for your own artwork but dont feel limited . just make sure to include those 3 interacting at minimum! you can include other chars if u want too idrc but the focus is this trio
> umm that being said no morro x harumi. thanks. i dont care in terms of anything else if u wanna make it platonic or romantic but keep that one out of here plsđ
> doesnt have to be my designs! feel free to use ur own designs for the characters as long as u include all 3 of them. u can do a mixture or something too idgaf. get silly with it
> tag me & include #ajax1kdtiys on the post because tumblr sucks a lot sometimes
> EDIT: entries due november 15th now bc i had a couple ppl ask for an extension and also im really busy rn lelđ
prizes???
guys i foyght for my life in the trenches last time trying to decide winners so we're doing it a different way now. im just gonna assign every entry a number and draw straws if youre cool with that. its much easier i think..
so basically i am just gonna pull 3 random names out of the hat and all winners will get 1 fullbody drawing of their choice!! no first second third etc thats too complicated 4 me. i mostly just want this to be for fun for anyone interested in participating:)
FINAL NOTES if anyone has any questions feel free to DM me or send an ask. the flats for the drawing are included below for reference. byeee
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Can i request the qsmp (whoever you want i don't mind) reacting to you taking care of their Egg/eggs while they we're somewhere away?
You don't have to write if you don't want to, have a nice day/night đđ
hello!! thank you for the request!! since I still wanna do tallulah I will just use another one of her parents (phil) because wilbur is a sack of shit!!! ; anyways thank you for the req, hope you enjoy! I was gonna do more but I don't know much about them just yet and stuff đđ
QSMP ; taking care of their kids while they're away
includes ; tubbo & sunny, niki & empanada, phil, tallulah, & chyanne, quackity & pepito, foolish & leo
warnings ; language
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TUBBO & SUNNY
he asks if you can watch over sunny while he works on his machinery stuff for a bit and keep her entertained
he picked you because sunny loves you and she wanted you to watch over her anyways
bro you spoil her so bad đ tubbos clone fr
hes very grateful that you would watch over her though, he just didn't want her to get hurt and stuff
he kinda spies over you two playing around and smiles in the distance like "awee aren't they so cute?" with a little happy frown
rewards you with a flute for watching over her, even after you said you don't need anything to watch over your god-daughter
everytime you watch over sunny after that, you let her play with the flute and you practice around with her too
you're not the best flute-r but sunny likes it and that's all that matters
NIKI & EM
she had to go out and find cherry wood for a little add on to the bakery and left em in your care with the promise she'd repay you in sweet treats
you guys bake for a little and play around with tallulah and leo, basically playing house but at the bakery
niki comes back and sees you with three of the eggs like "where'd they come from? I was gone for like 20 minutes??"
"we were playing bakery"
em jumps about and places down a sign to say "look, ma! we made cakes :)"
gives you a little hug and thanks you for watching over em and tallulah & leo
"em, can you help me with the new room, honey?"
PHILZA, TALLULAH & CHYANNE
Phil and Missa had to leave the kids with you for some business stuff w the federation
good god are they little demon children
chyanne wants to play pvp with you and tallulah wants to show off her flute skills
you decide to negotiate and put their needs into one
you created a game of hide and seek with some of the other eggs, basically chyanne would use his sword to tag people out and tallulah would use her flute to lure him or hiders. hiders and chyanne wouldn't exactly know which team she'd be on each round which kept it fun
Phil comes back and takes a picture of you and tallulah hiding behind a rock from chyanne, who got a hold of your iron sword somehow đđ
"I'm home, kids!"
tallulah and chyanne instantly run to him and tell him about all the fun they had and how they want you as their babysitter when he has to leave
he thanks you graciously for watching over them and the other eggs and getting them to have some equal fun
he gifts you a new skateboard to repay you since cellbit stole your last one lmfao
10/10 will be watching over them again
FOOLISH & LEO
he left leo with you while he, tina, and quackity had to go on a little expedition for more resources because they wanted to build a McDonald's playplace for the eggs
you two go around the island and take pictures of the scenery, the buildings, the bugs, etcetera
he loves photography and it's like his creative outlet so of course he dragged you around the whole island
the long walk was nice and peaceful though, you both enjoyed yourselves
you make a little tree house with a slide to hide from the thunder and lightning, since it randomly started thunderstorming
they love you so much and love how you understand their passion for building and photography
like that one post, "yeah they're mentally adults but they're still children"
like yeah, leo is a professional photographer but of course they need you to change the batteries, that's just how it works bro
QUACKITY & PEPITO
"Y/nnnnnn, can you watch over Pepito for me?"
he had to go do some Federation shit, as per usual apparently
you guys pick flowers together when the night falls since he struggles with sleeping sometimes
he tells you about how much he loves his foolish (his grandfather/mother) and asking when quackity will be back
you just kinda look at him in silence for a moment and say "I dunno, bud, but soon. I'll be here for you though"
he dresses up as Spiderman and you dress up as the Green Goblin and play superheroes most of the days
eventually, quackity returns, fucking like 3 days later
he gives both of you large hugs and thanks you, and repays you with some blackstone that you needed for a build
"pa, we played superheroes all day!!"
"Oh, did you?" He chuckles
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Hey, so I saw that you had requests open for TWD stuff on your Daryl post! I LOVED that fic so much! I read it last night and oh my lord, you write for Daryl so well! It felt like I could picture him right in front of me with how well you captured him. He wasn't ooc at all!
Anyways, I was wondering if you could write a part two? Maybe Reader stays with Daryl while he is in the kingdom and they find Carol together. Maybe reader stays with her and she picks up on the signs and tells the reader to get tested to see if she's pregnant đ Sorta just want a fic where Daryl has a baby <3 And I feel like you could write that super well! If you are uncomfortable with this request feel free to ignore this! Thank you for the beautiful fic last night đ I will be reading it again now.
Baby, It's Okay
Pt. 1; I Love You, and I Don't Say It Enough{smut}
A/N: Ahh I am so glad that people like it! I wasn't sure if people would be too into it lmao. I had the idea, but I wasn't sure haha. Glad that you think I wrote him pretty in character too! I was a bit worried lmao. Apologies if this isn't that well written. I have been struggling with words lately.
Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Warning: AFAB!Reader, She/her pronouns used, pregnancy,
REQUESTING INFO || TWD MASTERLIST
Carol reached over to hand you one of the apples that Ezekiel had brought for the two of you. A soft smile on her lips. "So, you and Daryl," she motioned to her own neck with a smirk. You swore you couldn't feel any hotter at the moment. Hands reaching up instinctively to feel your neck, even though you knew you wouldn't be able to feel the hickeys she was motioning to.
She only laughed softly, shaking her head with a sigh. "Don't worry, I get it. I'm just glad he has you," You chuckled softly, nodding. "Yeah, I am too. He treats me better than anyone I've ever dated in the past," "he better. Or else he'll be dealing with me." She commented and you snickered, rolling your eyes with a soft sigh. Carol had always been yours and Daryl's number-one supporter. She was always there when one of you needed advice. Though it was mostly you that went to her, Daryl would occasionally ask or wait for advice from her. She was pretty good at reading when he needed some.
"I'm glad that we found you out here. Daryl doesn't want me in The Kingdom in case they find him. He knows Negan and his men will probably come looking for me next in order to teach him a lesson." You added with pursed lips at the thought of it all. "So he thought me being here would be better. Plus, then neither of us is alone." She smiled at your words. Reaching across the table to hold your hand. "I asked to be alone here, you know?" Your smile was quick to fade at that. Looking her over cautiously, hoping that you didn't say the wrong thing. Or that you weren't intruding. "But I wouldn't ask for anyone else to break those rules than you and Daryl." You chuckled, giving her hand a light squeeze. "We're thankful, Carol. I'll try my best not to be a burden."
You tried not to get in her way for the next few days. Daryl coming to visit the both of you every night and leaving back for The Kingdom or Hilltop in the morning. Promising to return later that night. He always came back, too. You and Carol both knew he wouldn't stay long, though. He loved you, but he had to keep moving. Keep helping the groups prepare for the fight against the Saviors.
"Are you all right?" Her voice was hardly audible as you held your head in your hands. You had just thrown up again, the third time that morning. Carol frowned as she looked you over. "Honey, do you feel all right?" She asked, coming to sit beside you. When you finally processed what she was asking, you nodded. "Yeah, just feeling nauseous is all. I don't know what's going on." "Morning sickness?" You froze at those words. It couldn't be.
You shook your head, dropping your hands to look over to Carol. "What? No, it can't be, I..." You were about ready to tell her that you and Daryl had used protection, but thinking back to it. You hadn't. He'd came inside you and that was that. "I.." you stammered again, the realization of it all finally setting in. "Hun, relax, everything will be okay." She assured you. Reaching out to place her hands on top of yours once more. "But what if he doesn't..?" tears were pricking your eyes. Unable to finish the question as dread set in. "Look at me, Daryl won't be mad at you. This is just as much his fault as yours. He might be a little scared at first, but he won't be mad. He'll love you and the baby if you are pregnant. I know he will." She smiled, and you nodded. She was right.
You both sat there quietly for a moment or two before she let out a sigh of her own. "I can go into The Kingdom today. Get you a pregnancy test to make sure. No use telling him just to find out you're getting sick 'cause of stress. Don't wanna put any ideas in that head of his." She spoke and the both of you chuckled. Nodding your head while sniffling. "Thank you, Carol." "Anything for my favorite couple."
It wasn't long before you had the test in hand. Staring at it with anxious eyes as you waited for the stick to decipher your future for you. To your disfavor, it was positive too. Frowning with a sigh as you tried to rake your brain for a way to tell Daryl. How would you? Maybe you could just wait it out, and he'd notice. Or wait until you were further along to be sure you would stay pregnant and nothing would happen to the baby. God, what if something happened to it? You were so overwhelmed, holding the test in your hand while entering the house again. Staring down at it while your feet led you to where Carol last was.
"Darlin', everythin' okay? What's the matter?" your head snapped up in a panic. Wide eyes stared back at Daryl who was now standing in the kitchen with Carol. You held your breath, hoping that she would say something to get you out of this situation. But when you looked over at her she was sneaking into the other room. Neither of you expected him to be back for another few hours, so you were both surprised by his arrival.
Your mouth opened to say something, but no words came out. A tear rolling down your cheek while you stared back at your lover. You didn't know what to say without scaring him away. You had a feeling that whatever you said or did would send him out the door, never to come back. Even if you knew that he wouldn't leave you. So, when he approached you with worried eyes, you extended your arm to hand him the test.
He was quick to reach out for it. Grabbing and inspecting it. It took a moment of looking it over and finally, he read over the words on it. Finally realizing what was going on.
Daryl's worried brows relaxed as reality set in. Blinking while he stared blankly at the test. If anything, this felt worse than him pushing you to the side and bolting out the door.
"Is this.." He pursed his lips, eyes flickering up to yours and then back to the test. "Is it mine?" The fact he even asked that made you frown. Nodding your head with sad eyes. "Yes it's yours, why would you even ask that?" He only gave you a shrug in response. Trying his best to figure out how to feel about the situation. He was happy, hell. He'd never felt so excited about the thought of kids! He just wasn't prepared for it. Nor was right now the time for you two to be worrying about a baby. It was already a lot making Sure Maggie and her baby stayed safe. This would be a whole other ball game for Dixon.
"So, I'm gonna be a daddy, huh?" He asked, flashing you a half smile as if to assure you that he wasn't upset by the whole thing. You nodded, letting out a relieved sigh while sniffling, which caught his attention real quick. Though he smiled, you couldn't help but worry it was just so you wouldn't freak out. That was too late. Every bad thought you could have was already plaguing your mind. "If you want to, if you wanna leave me, I get it." It was his turn to frown. He hated that you thought he would leave you over this. It was his kid, why would he want to leave?
Daryl put the test in his pocket. Unsure what else to do with it. Living in the apocalypse he had a habit of shoving everything in his hands into his pocket. Once his hands were free he grabbed you to pull you close. Cradling the back of your head with his hand, kissing the side of your head with a hum. "Baby, it's okay. I ain't leavin' you. I just.." He pondered for the right words, and you clung onto his shirt. Trembling a little while you waited anxiously for what he would say.
"I just never thought I'd be able to be a dad. With the dead and all, plus. I just never supposed I'd be a good one." He told you, and you pulled back to look up at him. Reaching up to cup the side of his face. "Dar'," you called, and he sighed. Resting his forehead against your own. "You'd be one of the best fathers in the world. You've proved that with how you treat Judith and Carl, and how you watched over Beth... I was worried you wouldn't want it." He shrugged, smiling softly. "Well, it wasn't on my to-do list, but we can't really do anything else. I ain't leavin' you anytime soon, either. Not over no damn kid. I'll love you and them just fine." He muttered in assurance, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips and you giggled lightly. "I'm glad." He nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to your jaw. Sighing while his free hand came between the both of you to rest on your stomach. Forehead now resting on your shoulder. "Can we name 'em, Little Ass Kicker?" It was time for you to roll your eyes, sighing deeply at your lover. Which only seemed to make him smile more. "Daryl," he hummed, pulling back so his eyes met your own. "You aren't allowed to name the baby." He chuckled, sighing while pressing another kiss to your lips. "Alright, fine. You and Rick ain't no fun." And so that was that. Daryl knew about the baby, and everything was going to be all right. He would be sure of it. Or at least you hoped everything would be all right. As good as it could be in this fucked up world, anyhow.
You and Daryl had decided on keeping the baby between the two of you and Carol until the whole Negan situation was handled. Or until Daryl could find a safe place to keep you. Carol would get you the supplies you needed. Such as vitamins, and enough food to make sure you were somewhat healthy. Daryl would spend a lot more time with you, too. The further along that you got, the harder it was to get the hunter to leave your side.
Once Negan was somewhat stopped and finally imprisoned within Alexandria. You and Daryl finally told the group about what you were both expecting. It was like a weight was lifted off everyone's shoulders. Even if it was something that they would have never known until you were showing significantly. It was wonderful to hear the great news after stopping the Saviors for what you all hoped was for good.
Rick had pulled Daryl in for a hug. Smiling widely at his friend. "Never saw you as a father type," Daryl chuckled, shrugging. "Me neither." He spoke, looking over at you as you spoke with Maggie and a few of the others. Smiling and laughing as you talked about the big news. "Guess Abraham was right though, is nice thinking about settlin' down. 'Specially with 'er." Rick nodded, squeezing his friend's shoulder with a sigh. "I'm happy for you. If you two ever need anythin', you just give me a holler. Got it?" Daryl nodded, keeping his eyes on you. Smiling when you glanced over and waved at him. "Thank you, Rick." "Anything for family."
It was a little weird having Daryl at your beckon and call at all times of the day. Once he was finally able to feel the baby, you were done for. Privacy was a thing of the past and Daryl couldn't get enough of you. He had to have his eyes on you at all times. Making sure that you were safe and okay, that nothing would happen to you or your baby. He'd never forgive himself if anything happened.
When he did have to leave your side. Michonne or Carol, sometimes both of them, would be with you. Helping you and giving you the time away from your lover that you needed.
"I don't think I've ever seen him stay in Alexandria this long, he's always going on runs and doing something" Michonne stated. "Well, he's got a baby to take care of now," Carol spoke with a smile, and you chuckled, sitting back in your chair with a sigh. "Well, he's driving me crazy." You huffed, a hand resting on your stomach while you looked between the two women. "I love him, but god. He's been a lot, lately." You laughed, and they laughed with you. "Give him a break, he's just trying to do what he thinks is best for you and your guys' little one." You nodded, shrugging. "Yeah, I guess you're right." "I'm always right," Carol spoke, and the three of you laughed once more.
When Daryl came back from his hunt later that night, you were already asleep. Michonne was passed out on the couch downstairs with a book in her hand. Carol back in her own house. He smiled faintly at the woman on the couch, thanking her silently in his head and reminding himself to do so later when they were both awake. She nor Carol didn't have to stay with you, but they did, and he appreciated that more than either of the women knew.
When he made it to the room he cleaned himself up, first. Showering to get all the blood and grime off himself before climbing in bed with you. His hand instinctively came to rest on your stomach while he curled up beside you. Kissing your shoulder with a sigh. "Hey," you muttered, and he smiled. He should have known you would have woken up. "Hey," he spoke back. Both of you lay there for a moment before you spoke again. "You get anything good today?" You spoke groggily and he shrugged. "Nah, not really." He lied, but you believed him. Cozying up next to him with a hum. "Better luck next time," you muttered, and he nodded. "Yeah," he mumbled, kissing the side of your head.
Daryl didn't want to tell you that he actually did hit the jackpot out on his run today. Not only did he have a deer hanging in the garage to butcher later on. But he also found you some stuff. Some clothes for the baby, some baby food, and even a set of rings for you and him. Or at least he hoped the ring would fit you, if not he'd put it on a necklace for you. He had never asked you to marry him, and everyone already assumed that you were both married if they weren't a part of your original group. Hell, even the original group considered you both to be spouses, so why not make it official with rings? It may not actually be official, but to Daryl, and hopefully yourself, it would be.
Daryl never knew that he would ever be married to the love of his life. Let alone having a pup with them. He'd never been happier with the idea. Smiling softly at the thought of the baby being born. Being able to hold both of you. Being able to teach it how to hunt and track. He had to chew on his bottom lip to hide back the wide grin that threatened to show. Watching you sleep while rubbing your stomach. He'd never felt more normal in his life than now, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let anyone take this away from him. Not Negan, not the dead, no one could hurt his family. Not on his watch.
Not now, not ever. He'd be sure of it, too.
You hoped that he would lay off being protective after the baby was born, and he knew it. But truth be told, Daryl knew he'd only get worse as time went on. The moment he held the little one in his arms, and realized what you both had made. How precious it was and perfect. This little bundle of joy that brought hope for the future. Your future. You'd both just have to grow to live with it because he'd never let either one of you out of his sight. Not in a million years.
"Daryl, we aren't having any more kids," you'd tell him, but Carol was right. Back when she mentioned not to tell him until you knew it was certain you were pregnant. Because even just the thought of a baby might give him ideas, and right now. The thought of having more kids with you after this one got old enough for you both to care for another baby. God, it was definitely giving him ideas.
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Hello smooches, its đ„ anon. I'm sorry for not popping up on ur inbox for a very long time again (health issues, again.) i hope that you are doing well! I see so many Dotty's rambling when i scroll down a bit and honestly i can't wait to read all of it đđ (and also hoping to see just a bit of Capitano content from u-)
So.. Remember when i said last time that i have a brainrot about Capitano's Childhood Crush with fragile!reader? In ur Capitano Childhood Crush fic, reader always sends a lot of letters to him but he never recieved them, right? (It was disheartening, just like what u said on the fic..) And, Well..
Imagine that all of the letters are about reader telling him about their conditions, their illness getting worse and worse, until the last one about reader wanting to see him again for last time..
When Capitano wanted to see them again, he sends some of his Fatui agents to search for reader whereabouts (since it would be too dangerous for reader's safety if he is the one who come to them, also he never see them among the crowds for a very long time whenever he and his troops came back, reader always come to see him..).
Now, imagine his reaction when his agents told him that reader is already dead a long time ago or when he finally found all of reader's letters đ
I'm trying to make my ask not too long, ĂŠĂŒgh đ©đ i'm sorry if its messy- đ anyways, sending virtual hugs for u smooches for still feeding us Harbinger content for more than a year now đ€đđ as always, bless u and ur big brain writings
-a rotten đ„ anon
(Also recently, i saw an "early" story leak about the next region on twt that we will have Dottore boss fight in Natlan instead of Capitano. Idk if its true or not, but if its true.. then, i guess you guys Dottore lovers better prepare for him now đ i want to see some C6R5 Dotty mains here)
HI đ„ ANON!! I MISSED YOU! And don't worry about popping in! I want you to take care of yourself first above all! I hope you enjoy the plentiful Dottore brainrots though :3 (and i promise to post some Capitano brainrots. Just for you.) BUT AHHH THIS BRAINROT... WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME SAD. (Yes, I remember when I put that in my fic! I can't believe it was so long ago though- you made me go back and reread it đ)
Imagine if you live in a secluded part of Snezhnaya. It's quiet and pretty with only the servants in the house to keep you company. Capitano let you stay here instead of the mansion because staying in that big house without him would probably make you sadder. Though you are already sad without him, it's a bit better. But you spend a lot of time writing him letters. It was a habit of yours, telling him what you've done all this time even though he's not here. Some letters get sent, some don't. But you always put the happier stuff in the letters that get sent to him. He's out doing a lot of hard work, you don't want to bother him with your illness! Though anyone could see the lingering sadness in your letters. However, the battlefield is a tough place and the long distance doesn't help your case. Things are bound to get lost and go missing. So you're left waiting, and waiting, and waiting for your husband's replies that never come... Eventually, you stop sending them, instead keeping them in a box.
Although Capitano is busy with his mission, he wonders why you haven't reached out to him. Amidst the war and battle, he does look forward to your sweet letters, perhaps your handwriting may not be the best, but he loves to see how his darling is doing. He of course focuses on his duties, but he always thinks of you. So it wouldn't hurt to send an agent to report on you, since clearly communication isn't the best right now. When the soldier arrives and hears of your demise, he isn't sure how to break the news to his Harbinger. All he can do is hope that the letter makes it to him after the battle is over, so morale isn't too down. And it does. The Fatui win this battle, and the letter comes just in time. Ah, finally he can see how you're doing, Capitano thinks. But when he reads the first sentence, he's... well, I can't explain his emotions very well. Empty would be a good word. Why? Why didn't he know? Couldn't something have been done? You were find before he left, how did your condition worsen that quickly?
He won't know, because he won't ever hear your voice again.
AND YEAHHH i saw that leak too but. To be honest i don't really believe it, a bunch of story leaks have turned out to be trolls so tbh i don't really pay attention to them anymore, especially when they're so far into the future đ
But my c6r1 Arlie savings are going strong right now! (400 wishes >:)
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https://www.tumblr.com/gurugirl/727844679534690304/guru-im-devastated-after-that-last-bff-dad-when?source=share
YES ME TOO I'm devastated đ© Can you please give me something to hang on to (sneaky please?) until you post on Monday (I'm really not sure I can last that long I'm sobbing)? Anything at all???? Please guru đ
Oh I'm so sorry đ© Look, only because you asked nicely will I give you something. But I gotta say... most of this next part is also angst (until it's suddenly not at the end đ) so while I will give you something, like you asked, I can't promise you that this will make you feel much better. But it does give you some more insight into things.
Enjoy this sneaky from the next part of bfd!harry!!
âFuckâŠâ he whispered to himself as he sat down on the hardwood floor next to his desk. What was he doing? Why had his life come to this? It was his fault. He recognized it. Heâd been weak and lusting after you long before he made any moves.
It was the night of Faeâs 22nd birthday. About two years ago. They threw a big party for all of Faeâs friends. You showed up early to their house, which wasnât out of the norm for you, being Faeâs best friend. But Fae hadnât arrived yet and Mrs. Styles was just on her way back with the cake. Harry was in the backyard setting the chairs and cups and fixing up loose ends. It was just the two of you.
âMr. Styles!â You snuck up behind, startling him.
He turned quickly and was caught off guard by your outfit. You were dressed for a party. A pretty thin yellow dress with small white polka dots. The top part was well fitted around your breasts and tapered at your waist where the skirt was a little more flowy and knee length. It wasnât inappropriate and didnât show too much skin but there was something about the way you looked in it that had him taken aback. You looked so grown. Stunning.
âHi, Y/n. How are you, dear?â He pulled you in for a hug and he didnât know what it was about the hug either. You were warm and had pressed your body into his and it riled something inside of him.
When he pulled away from you he kept his eyes on yours and he noticed your lips and how soft your skin was on your cheeks. Your big round eyes took him in and it felt like you were both looking at one another in a different light for the first time.
âUh⊠can I help you with anything?â You quickly spoke. Suddenly appearing nervous.
âOh⊠no. Thatâs okay. Weâre pretty much done here,â he looked around the backyard and back toward you.
You turned and looked toward the house and then to him, âIs anyone else here?â
âNo. Just us.â
You smiled and looked down at the grass and then backed up slightly, planting your gaze back on his, âWell, I can go back inside. Donât want to bother you orââ
And in some moment of clarity or insanity, he couldnât be sure, he stepped forward and wrapped his hand around your wrist, âItâs okay. Youâre never a bother, Y/n.â
You looked down at where he was touching you and back into his eyes. The moment felt so intimate. So real. He watched your lips part the slightest.
âOh. Okay.â Was all you could muster to say.
You were clearly affected by his touch. But so was Harry. His hands on your wrist felt sizzling. He couldnât explain it. Sure heâd always seen a pretty girl when he looked at you but there was something different about you on that day.
During the party, Harry noticed that his eyes kept meeting yours. It was unspoken but the continuous search for one another didnât stop all night. He hoped no one else saw it. He was sure no one did. And it wasnât as if anything had really happened anyway. It was innocent. Just frequent gazes from opposite sides of the yard.
Before you left for the night you helped clean up. You found Mr. Styles boxing up the string lights and he stood up when he saw you approach him. He wasnât sure if you were seeking him out at that very moment on purpose or not, but no one else was around to witness what you did next.
You gently reached for his hand and then stepped in to give him a hug, âThis was fun, Mr. Styles.â
Your words were innocent enough but the hug was even more intimate than the first one you shared when you originally arrived. You put your arms over his shoulders and he wrapped his around your back. You both stood pressed together for longer than would have been seen as appropriate. It was definitely a signal. A shift of something deeper.
Harry turned to put his face into your hair and responded, âIâm glad you were here tonight.â
It might have been two years ago, but it was what had begun everything. From then on, he noted your longing gazes, just as he was sure you saw his too. But you both had never acted on it. Until that day at your apartment.
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We've Got Forever After All: Ross Macdonald Instagram AU
A/n: so I got this request a little while ago (sorry for taking a long time to complete it) but I decided to make it into an Instagram concept, hope that's okay. I know it's not exactly what you asked for but I hope you enjoy anyway â€ïž
Taglist: @scooby-doodoo @thereisaplaceintheheart @theoriginalwhatsername (if you want to be added please just drop me a message đ«¶đŒ)
the1975updates:
the1975updates Ross looking fine in this video I found... Him and Hann are also spotted with a mystery girl, no clues on who she is / her relation to the boys, but let's just be happy for them regardless đ«¶đŒ
yourinstagram:
yourinstagram my love â€ïž
Liked by rass1975, trumanblack and 32,819 others
75fan is this a soft launch?
yourbestfriend who's this then?
-> yourinstagram oh sush
yourinstagram:
yourinstagram my love is home đ„č never been happier... If only he wasn't away being a rockstar all the time (jk of course, proud of you baby đ«¶đŒ)
Liked by rass1975, trumanblack, bedforddanes75 and 32,719 others
trumanblack oi oi
bedforddanes75 sexy....
75fan omg omg omg I can't deal.... My husband is not.. my husband? He's taken đ (happy for him)
yourinstagram:
yourinstagram hello there handsome @rass1975 fellow Ross girlies: you're welcome â€ïž
Liked by rass1975, charli_xcx, jamieoborne and 43,719 other
75fan doing the gods work and we thank you đ
the1975updates you really do be feeding us... Thank you đ«¶đŒ
rass1975:
rass1975 .... Surprise?
Happiest & luckiest man alive. I promise to love you forever @yourinstagram forever the best thing that's ever happened to me
Liked by yourinstagram, trumanblack, 1975adam, bedforddanes75, charli_xcx and 472,729 others
đ yourinstagram shared this to her stories
yourinstagram I am and always will be the lucky one Mr Macdonald, I love you endlessly and can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you â€ïž
-> rass1975 I love you more Mrs MacDonald â€ïž
trumanblack I'm still crying đ the happiest for you
charli_xcx still mad you beat us to it, but it was a truly beautiful day and I couldn't be happier for you both @rass1975 @yourinstagram
bedforddanes75 about time, so happy for you both
1975adam join the club đ happy for you both
jamieoborne the best â€ïž
yourinstagram:
yourinstagram from the moment this man stepped into my life I knew I was the luckiest person alive. I am so unbelievably happy to be able to call myself your wife... Thank you for loving me for all my crazy (including being obsessed with you) and for making me laugh until I cry, for being the most supportive partner and for filling my life with love... I love you so much Mr Macdonald â€ïž
To my fellow Ross girlies: thank you for all the beautiful messages, your support has always made us smile and continues to do so to this day. Don't worry, I will still be posting Ross content for you and there will be a lot of it, we've got forever after all....
Liked by trumanblack, bedforddanes75, rass1975, yourbestfriend and 87,819 others
rass1975 I love you my beautiful fan girl wife â€ïž
âł yourinstagram I love you more
trumanblack â€ïž
bedforddanes75 the best couple
1975adam an amazing day for the best people I know
charli_xcx my best friend married my bfs best friend!!
75fan I can die happy
75stan no one more deserving of being his wife
yourinstagram:
yourinstagram @rass1975 doing what he does best đ«¶đŒ love you hubby
Liked by rass1975, jamieoborne, jwaughsaxophone and 87,791 others
rass1975 a true Ross girl â€ïž
âł yourinstagram absolutely HUSBAND! I do have your last name now....
fan1 HE LOOKED SO GOOD WTF
âł yourinstagram i know right!!! Not fair is it?
fan3 love that she was at side stage, she waved at us at one point, was very sweet... He killed us though, I mean just look at him, fine as hell....
âł yourinstagram I would've been down there with you screaming over him if I could! He did indeed look fine as hell
75fan the way you interact with fans makes me so happy... You're just as obsessed as us!
âł yourinstagram absolutely â€ïž
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Hi! Im sorry to bother you đ but the last two days have been a rollercoaster of emotions and I usually don't really keep up with the drama so I can't tell if this whole situation is normal or not lol
Also I totally understand if you're done talking about it, so feel free to just ignore this đ
I just can't get rid of the feeling that it's all being handled in a weird way, it's pretty obvious that it is the company that pushed this decision, Chan basically said it himself in that fansign video. And while I agree with ppl that it might be a good thing for chan to take a break from chans room but I don't get why is it done so poorly. He hasn't mentioned chans room since june and he's the only member that hasn't gone live lately...
Wouldn't be easier for everyone including jype, chan and stays, if Chan said smth like chans room will come back someday or that it won't come back, maybe say that he's busy and taking a break. Today he had to spend the entire day sending cryptic messages on bbl, now he clearly wants stays to stop bringing attention to it, but without any answers ppl are still going to speculate about it yk? Basically, I don't see how this way of handling everything benefits anyone, especially Chan, cuz there are already ppl blaming him...đ„Č Sorry for ranting đ
sadly when it comes to kpop we very rarely get clear answers. back in june chris posted on bubble saying he wasnât able to do it for the foreseeable future. i think we all assumed that meant a little while but between the bowing thing and how stays and the other fandom have reacted on top of just how insane the boys schedule has been iâm not surprised heâs at a point where channies room isnât so possible. it does suck and itâs hard to tell what the real reason is, my guess is a combination of a lot of things, as to why itâs gone but i think itâs going to be one of those things we have to just accept. if and when chris finds the time or ability to do it again it will happen. if not itâs truly sad but chris has honestly been too busy for it for years now but has put the time in anyway and i think heâs been holding himself to the promise longer than he should have. channies room has always been my favorite part of the week, but if he needs to stop itâs just something we have to respect.
also jype is literally just always garbage at announcing or keeping fans informed of anything. after how they never talked about hyunjins hiatus or let the meme era talk about him at like all during that time i expect nothing from that company to be presented well unless itâs making them money lmao
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