#thought not using it on social media was enough of a clue
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Damn really gonna have to yell at my family that I dont go by my dead name anymore huh?
#it's been like 4 years since i have used it with anyone#fuck off#maybe it's my fault for not saying it directly#thought not using it on social media was enough of a clue#i am so close to becoming the angry trans person#but not knowing if i will have real support shuts me up#anyway good night for real#blu vent
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three - m.s
a/n: i had this waiting for three days pookies 😭 sorry for the wait
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originally, you weren’t going to appear in the sam and colby x sturniolo triplets video that the fans wanted oh, so badly, but it was proven by colby himself that their supporters wanted to see you as well.
you had quickly become a fan favorite on the triplets channel along with nathan doe so they wanted to see you as much as possible.
it was practically impossible to catch you on your own account nowadays. you did social media as well, having taken a bit of a break after you got pregnant with matt’s baby.
not only was the pregnancy unexpected, but it was a bit inconvenient considering the triplets were still at the height of their careers and you were as well.
the fans were aware of your situation as you told them in a quick instagram story before you disappeared off your account. they also got a few clips of you on the triplets channel and picked up on small comments chris would make before he would get smacked by nick for talking too much.
while matt was ridiculously excited to find out that you were pregnant with his baby, he knew it stressed you out greatly. you were only 20, and though you were financially stable enough to have a kid, the thought of being a mother so young sent shivers down your spine.
luckily, matt reassured you that he would be there for you every step of the way, with chris butting in on how he wouldn’t mind teaching your child a few curse words. nick made the comment on how he hoped the baby was a girl as he couldn’t handle being in the presence of a mini matt.
you were ever so grateful for the support the three brothers were giving you. but with support, came hovering.
even if the fans hadn’t suggested it, matt practically begged sam and colby to allow you to come to the haunted hotel, not wanting you out his sight for so long. especially since you’ve been getting headaches more and more frequently, he wanted to be around you as much as possible.
which is why you were next to chris with matt stood behind you, his hands gently rubbing your stomach as sam explained to the camera what they would be doing for their next clip.
the estes method.
you had seen enough of sam and colby’s videos to know what the estes method was and it was safe to say that this was your favorite part of their videos.
you moved to sit on the edge of the hotel bed with matt behind you as colby helped nick and chris get set up. (matt is sitting how he was in the video, his legs on either side of you with his chest to your back)
chris gave sam a thumbs up when he asked if he was all set, matt making the golbach chuckle as he told chris he was dumb.
“this is so fun.” you put your hands over your mouth in excitement, something you’ve picked up from your boyfriend in the years you’ve been dating him.
sam turns the camera in your direction as you speak, the camera picking up on the way your eyes shined.
“i heard the estes method is your favorite?”
“yeah.” you nodded, “it’s just so interesting.”
matt smiled into your hair as colby moved away from nick, signaling that they were ready.
sam and colby swapped positions, the dark haired man now holding the camera, getting an overview of the now green hued room.
“i just got learn.” chris spoke up, unknowingly cutting sam off.
“is there anybody in here with us? or anybody that wants to make themselves known?”
it was silent for a few seconds before you nick spoke,
“afterlife.”
“feel right.”
“crimes.”
chris and nick went back and forth for a few seconds, chris mentioning how he heard a full sentence before nick cut him off,
“three.”
matt’s brows furrowed, “three?”
“three what?” colby asked, looking between you, matt and sam, thinking that maybe one of you had a clue.
“boys.” chris said.
“three boys? like triplets?” you asked, the camera picking up on how you moved your hand between nick, matt and chris.
“yes.” “no.”
sam adjusted his footing, “are you referring to the triplets in the room right now?”
“yes.” “no.”
“yes or no?” the confusion could be heard in colby’s voice, “are you referring to the sturniolo triplets? the three boys in the room with us currently?”
“yes.” “no.”
“they’re contradicting each other.” sam concluded, seemingly speaking for the viewers as everyone in the room, aside from nick and chris, could tell that was happening.
“pull them out.” colby told sam, moving to turn on the lights while explaining to the camera that they would move to the bathroom and have matt do it instead since the ghosts seemingly like him best.
chris blinked harshly at the light, looking around blandly, “what happened?”
“nothing.” matt shrugged, “you guys were contradicting each other for everything we asked, we were getting nowhere.”
“really?” nick looked at you for confirmation, his blue eyes scanning your face.
“yep.”
“to the bathroom we go!” colby exclaimed, handing the camera to sam, brushing past everyone to get to the small restroom.
as you all huddled in, matt sat on the edge of the tub, colby behind him, nick sitting on the toilet with you, chris and sam closest to the door.
“you don’t want to participate in this one, yn?” nick asked, earning a snort from your boyfriend as he knew there was no chance.
“i’d much rather watch than have ghosts whisper in my ear.”
“i thought you said it was cool?” chris joked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “you scared now?”
at the mention of you being scared, matt’s eyes snapped to yours.
“not scared, just cautious.” you elbowed him softly.
“let’s start.”
“we’ve moved into the bathroom, is there a specific person with us?” sam kicked it off.
“wait. wait. wait.”
“does anyone wanna talk—“
matt cuts him off, “a breath, like—“ he mimicked what he heard.
“have we been talking to you all night—?”
“love.”
“is that why you’re here? because you love the hotel?”
“three.”
“three.” chris repeated, “three what?”
“boy.”
colby’s eyes met yours before they darted to sam, “they said the same thing when they were in.”
“three boys—“
“girl.” matt said, “they said girl.”
the word resulted in all the attention falling on you, the men thinking that there was a possibility the ghost were talking about you. though, matt’s words stopped that idea—
“baby. babies.”
“baby.” nick learned forward, spotting chris tugging you closer from the corner of his eye. “yn’s baby?”
you could feel your heart pounding in your chest when matt grew silent.
“this is so freaky.” you whispered, chris’ hand patting you shoulder in hopes of easing your nerves. as your bestfriend, he knew he could do just enough to calm you down for a few but he also knew that matt did it best. and with matt being in the position he’s in now, he would have to do.
“…babies.”
you let out a breath of air, you hands subconsciously holding your stomach bump.
“to confirm…” colby cleared his throat, wanting to end this as soon as possible as he sensed the uneasiness you were feeling. last thing he wanted to do was make either of his guests uncomfortable, “yn has three babies? boys and a girl?”
“….yes.”
sam eyes widen, “pull him out.”
colby placed his hands on matt’s shoulders, the brunet taking the blindfold and headphones off. he knew what he was saying, but he wasn’t aware of the questions being asked, so when he saw the looks of concern coming from you and his brothers, his shoulders fell.
“what’s wrong?”
chris, being the blunt man he is, looked at his brother with a smile.
“you might be having triplets.”
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comments:
| chris and yn’s friendship is so dear to my heart
| yn’s favorite method being the estes method is so real
update; i don’t think she likes it anymore 😭
| no one:
the ghosts: ‘i know something you don’t.’
| her belly’s gotten so big 🥹
update: i now know why��
| W COLLAB 🔥🔥
| yn’s so pretty
>>> MILF 🙌
| the way yn stopped posting for a while just to come back on youtube to some spirits telling her she’s pregnant with triplets 😭💀
| NICK’S FACE WHEN THEY SAID YN AND MATT WERE HAVING TRIPLETS 😭😭
>>> bros thinking about the future mess
| stephanie being obsessed with yn was the highlight of this video
>>> who tf is stephanie 🔥🗣️
>>> i meant samantha 😐
>>> yn got the motherly energy 😫🙌
| chris looked so good blindfolded 🤭
| has nick been working out??? bros arms are crazy 😫
| YALL BETTER LIKE FR I WANT PART 2 OF STURNIOLOXSNC
>>> X YN ‼️
>>> she’s not coming back 💀
| imagine they were all boys?? no girl dad matt 😔
>>> the ghosts said boys and girl ‼️‼️
>>> idk about you but i’m riding with the spirits on this one 🤷♀️ girl dad! matt for the win
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dt: @ruedowney @sstvrnioloo @electrobutterfly @sturnsgasoline
#sturniolo triplets#nick sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo imagine#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo fluff#matt sturniolo#sam and colby
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was wondering if you could do a smau or just a normal fic where oscar or lando are with an f1 academy driver!reader where maybe outside of racing reader is slightly alternative/rockstar gf vibes
hope you have a good day!
i am the rockstar, girlfriend | oscar piastri social media au
pairing: oscar piastri x f1academy!reader
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user1: enough is enough i need to be her
user2: someone get that kitty cat some ear protectors
yourusername: i found cumberland sausage in a bush by an airfield baby has ear drums of literal steel
user3: i wish i was a kitten who gets to go racing and live the rockstar life
racerbia: tell cumberland i love her
yourusername: so what about me ???
racerbia: i guess i love you too
yourusername: that's what i thought
user4: miss ma'am lowkey MADE it tell me why she has olivia rodrigo in her likes
user5: the girlies been using y/n as a pinterest board
oscarpiastri: who's the cutie
yourusername: oh oscar i'm blushing ... 😊
oscarpiastri: i meant cumberland sausage
yourusername: blocked.
oscarpiastri: i'm in your walls.
user6: i'm sorry but what the fuck is going on in here
user7: i'm just going to sit back and observe
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user8: mama on the cover of vogue ???
user9: okay i don't have a clue what the f1 academy is but i may have to tune in now
yourusername: thank yew for having me 🥰
user10: i guess we can't gatekeep her anymore
user11: gatekeep? girl she had like 700k followers before this
racerbia: oh so my bestie FAMOUS famous
yourusername: don't worry i'll never forget you
racerbia: i should hope not you still don't have your road license and who gives you lifts?
yourusername: i love youuuuuuuu
user12: so not to make it about a man, but oscar always be in the comments/interacting with posts from/about y/n
user13: rocks for brains
user14: tbf they'd be cute
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oscarpiastri: can't keep me away from the racing, i spent my spare weekend in barcelona with the f1 academy. oh i guess i bumped into y/n (most importantly, cumberland sausage)
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user15: so ... did anyone else know they were friends?
user16: i went dumpster-diving to find out and they're very lowkey but they've known each other a long time but because of racing in different series they've mostly had an online friendship
user15: interesting
yourusername: always nice to see you osc, and cumberland says thank you for her dreamies
oscarpiastri: she's always the highlight of our visits
yourusername: stop playing hard to get
oscarpiastri: you know i'm always easy for you
user16: @yourusername you know we can all see this, right?
yourusername: i know that's half the fun
user17: god this comment section fried my brain
landonorris: so THIS is where you were this weekend
oscarpiastri: yes, i told you this
landonorris: nooooo, you skipped my bbq because you were visiting "someone special"
oscarpiastri: yes, cumberland sausage
landonorris: i'm on to you, piastri 🤨
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f1academy: OH WOW !! y/n y/ln sets a record this weekend in monza by leading all practices, grabbing pole for all three races, leading all laps and winning all three races - the first ever f1 academy grand chelem
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user18: okay but like what more does she need to do to get to f2?
user19: i was there and lord this is DOMINATION
racerbia: that's MY teammate
yourusername: i love youuuuuu
user20: now this is a slay
oscarpiastri: wowowowowowowo
yourusername: do i make you speechless?
oscarpiastri: you know it
user21: these bitches are just teasing us now.
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yourusername: happy birthday cumberland sausage, my pretty girl, mummy and daddy love you xxx
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user22: MUMMY AND DADDY?
user23: so we're all idiots?
racerbia: i thought you guys agreed on a soft launch?
yourusername: too much effort, cumberland's birthday is now
racerbia: your mind confuses me so much
user24: i'm new here someone PLEASE tell me how this cat ended up with the name cumberland sausage
yourusername: when i rescued her the only food i had in my flat was a pack of sausages and it just stuck
oscarpiastri: does this make you a milf?
yourusername: and you a dilf?
landonorris: who are you and what have you done with my teammate?
oscarpiastri: are you just annoyed you found out the same time as everyone else?
landonorris: .... no
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oscarpiastri: best weekend, with the best of company
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user25: mama y papa
user26: obsessed with y/n's need to bring her cat with her everywhere, she's just like me
yourusername: so proud of you osc
oscarpiastri: maybe it's because i had a good luck charm in my garage
yourusername: that's cute, but for real you're just TALENTED AS FUCK AND DESERVE EVERYTHING
user27: loving y/n's brand of aggressive positive reinforcement
mclaren: turns out we ARE a cat friendly garage
yourusername: that you are, and your catering is very good 10/10 experience would do again
oscarpiastri: extra points for letting cumberland sleep on a tyre blanket
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yourusername: living the dream
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user28: that should be me 😭
user29: god i have seen what you have done for others
oscarpiastri: i dream of you often
landonorris: i beg you stop being horny on main
oscarpiastri: you made it weird mate i'm just professing my love for my girlfriend
yourusername: awwww love you too baby
user30: the way oscar is lowkey bringing in y/n's aesthetic
yourusername: i love this thought but really he'd just came for a last min visit and that is my shirt 😭
oscarpiastri: don't expose me like that
user31: now that's MY f1 IT couple
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 instagram au#f1 x you#f1#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri instagram au#oscar piastri#oscar piastri imagine
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childhood sweethearts (9) II a.russo x reader
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childhood sweethearts (9) II a.russo x reader
"-don't you have your own clothes?" you smiled in amusement, laid down on your bed as your best friend rummaged through your wardrobe, tossing things aside and mumbling to herself.
"yes but i have nothing to wear! like i told you before i came over here, keep up!" rory turned around and clapped at you making your eyes roll as you sat up and sipped at your drink.
"you my dear however are wearing this!" a few items of clothing hit you in the face as rory tossed them over her shoulder. "i thought we were just going to dinner?" you sighed as you peeled them off, the clothes in question a short black dress and an oversized black blazer for over the top.
"we are! but if we maybe end up somewhere else afterwards...we need to be dressed to show we're open to that." rory grinned with a wink as you only shook your head, having known her long enough to know there wasn't any point in arguing with the hard headed girl.
"so i saw that alessia followed you on instagram." rory mentioned casually, continuing her furious hunt through your clothing as you started to neatly fold everything she'd tossed aside in doing so.
"why are you stalking people again on social media? i thought we had this conversation ro!" you tutted, the girl notoriously known for a deep dive.
"i wasn't stalking! i just so happened to be looking for that picture of us when i visited you in australia and went to the beach which i know you posted. then i saw that our mutual followers had gained one and it was her." rory tried to defend, glancing at you over her shoulder as you fixed her with a look making her eyes roll.
"thought you two hadn't spoke in years?"
"our mums reconnected, been to a few family dinners, we're talking again."
"thats all i get?"
"thats all you get because thats all it is!" you smacked her in the face with a tank top before putting it away, rory finally pulling a dress out she deemed acceptable and making a noise of happiness.
"well thats nice. it always was a shame you guys drifted and stopped speaking, you were inseparable growing up its always been super weird being friends with you both when you're not friends with each other." rory admitted, not ever having a clue you and alessia dated as most of your mutual friends had never known, grabbing your favourite brown leather jacket as you grabbed her wrist.
"you can wear this ro but i swear to god if you drop even a crumb of food on it we will no longer be friends."
~
"this feels illegal! it's a sunday!" you laughed, head buzzing and slightly tipsy as you and rory skipped through town hand in hand, off to your third bar of the evening.
"but you don't have work tomorrow so really it's more like a saturday!" rory grinned, london seeming to agree as the night life was no lesser on a sunday than it was any other night of the weekend, bars all packed out with drunkenly happy patrons.
"where are we even going?" you laughed as you stumbled, rory catching you and slinging an arm around your shoulders as she marched you both on with seemingly a clear destination and purpose.
"okay don't hate me, but we're going to test my skills as a wing woman." rory grinned, squeezing your cheeks together in her hand as she yanked you around a corner and into the line for yet another bar.
"no! no we are not." you shook your head firmly, trying to leave as her hands planted themselves on your shoulders, pushing you forward and toward the door.
"yes we are! you haven't slept with anyone since that horrid cow in australia and i love you so much but you're so fucking tense. you need a shag!" she kissed your cheek, the bouncer looking the two of you over and nodding for you to go inside.
"and just how do you know that! you don't know the ins and outs of my sex life rory." you scowled as she continued to push you toward the bar, the small venue cramped with people, majority crowded around the darts area on the other side of the room.
"what sex life?" rory teased, waving over the bartender as you scoffed and punched her arm. "can't believe you invited me out just to pimp me out, some friend!" you accused somewhat playfully.
"okay so you don't have to sleep with someone but what's wrong with a cheeky kiss? let your hair down baby! you're young, sexy and single." rory purred, shaking her shoulders suggestively and making you shake your head with undeniable amusement at her horrid dance skills.
"four jager bombs please." and with those buzzing through your head, you allowed yourself to be pulled onto the dance floor.
~
"ro you are the worst wing woman ever. that guy was like fifty and balding and that girl had a wedding ring on!" you managed to get out an hour later, now bordering on drunk as you clutched your stomach which was aching from how hard you were laughing.
"well i obviously didn't know that, i thought it was just a ring! queer woman love their rings." rory laughed, collapsing into you as the two of you huddled together on a table in the smokers area.
"see!" she held up your hands and pointed to the five rings scattered about your fingers. "hey if we're using that logic." you moved to grab her hands, pointing to her rings which only made the two of you laugh harder as rory extinguished her cigarette and the two of you returned inside.
"okay. what about him?"
"no! balding again."
"her?"
"definitely straight."
"him?"
"definitely gay."
"her?" you glanced to the girl at the bar rory was obnoxiously pointing at, smacking down her hand with a laugh, though the sound died in your throat as the girl in question turned around and you recognized the blonde who was with her her right away.
"is that alessia?" rory gasped, already practically running over to the girl as you tried to grab her but it was too late. "rory!" you hissed, having no choice but to follow after her.
"less!" the blonde looked up, just having a second to put her drink down on the table and stand to her feet before rory launched at her. "oh my god! hi?" alessia beamed at her school friend, embracing her in a tight hug as you awkwardly hovered a few feet away.
you couldn't hear what else was said between them but you knew you'd been mentioned the moment alessia's head shot up, looking around until she saw you, rory already stumbling over and grabbing your hand.
"rory no i really don't think-" you started to quietly disagree but before you could finish your sentence you were at their table, multiple pairs of eyes boring up at you as you felt the back of your neck prickle uncomfortably.
rory introduced you both as you forced a smile and gave the group of girls a wave, only recognizing a few of them from when alessia played in the youth groups. "we went to school with alessia." rory explained, subtly pinching you as you still remained silent, nodding along with her words.
"well friends of less's are friends of ours, especially locals!" a girl you'd not met beamed, inviting the two of you to join them. "oh i'm sure they have their own plans!" alessia tried to save you, catching your eye and immediately noticing you were uncomfortable.
"oh we did but they backfired tremendously, turns out i am a terrible wing woman!" rory joked, pinching your cheek and yanking you down into a seat as you forced a laugh. one by one the girls introduced themselves as rory settled right in, joking around as if she'd known them for years.
"well well well, aren't ya a sight for sore eyes y/l/n!" you settled a little as you realised the body squishing in beside you was one you at least knew, ella pulling you into a hug. "all grown up now though!" the brunette joked, bumping her shoulder into yours as the two of you fell into conversation.
you could feel alessia's eyes bore into you from across the table where she sat, constantly glancing over to make sure you were okay. which is why it came to no surprise when you excused yourself to get another drink that she followed.
"i'm really really sorry, i genuinely had no idea you'd come here." the blonde apologized right away, eyes wide as the two of you hovered in a corner by the bar away from prying eyes. seeing the obvious guilt written on her face and not wanting to ruin her night you placed a hand on her arm.
"i don't own the night life in london less, you're more than entitled to go out wherever you want with your friends. i won't lie and say it didn't take me off guard a little though." you admitted with a somewhat awkward smile which the taller girl returned.
"i appreciate that you tried to redivert though. but we both know rorys quite the social butterfly!" you were quick to assure, having appreciated her attempt to let you leave and enjoy your own night.
"is this weird? because i can make some sort of excuse or distraction or something so we leave." the blonde worried, biting down on her bottom lip.
"no! no no please don't feel you have to do that, you deserve to enjoy your night with your friends. look it is a little bit awkward but friends do run into one another on nights out." you shook your head, nodding for the two of you to get a drink.
"don't even try it, i warned you next time i was paying." you joked in an attempt to lighten the somewhat tense energy between the two of you as were quick to pay for her drink,
"wouldn't have thought you were a gin girl." alessia smiled, nodding to the g&t in your hand. "rory's had me on jager and red wine all night, the gins a very welcome reprise." you sighed, the both of you sharing a small chuckle before someone pressed in between you.
"well hello there miss y/l/n." leah grinned at you, your cheeks going bright red at the obvious catching out. "failed to mention you two knew each other when you helped with the football sessions at the school less. care to explain?" she questioned, fixing the younger girl with a pointed look before ordering her own drink.
"we went to school together leah, there isn't anything to explain!" alessia shoved her playfully. "mm i think the lies call for a make up shot of apology." leah grinned wickedly, nodding to the three tequila shots in front of her.
you and alessia sharing a look leah wasted no time doing her own, gesturing for the two of you to hurry up as you sighed but placed your drink down, grabbing the shot in one hand and a lime wedge in the other.
"jesus christ!" you wheezed as the alcohol burnt its way down your throat. "leah no!" alessia groaned as the blonde ordered another round, her arm slinging over your shoulder as she grinned. "ah come on mate, live a little." she teased the striker beside her.
"was she this much of a drip in school?" leah whispered to you, purposefully loud as alessia shot her a glare. "no she's just never been able to hold her alcohol." you smiled, your head spinning from the first shot as leah let out a loud laugh and the two of you threw back the second, alessia following suit with a grimace.
"i like you." leah winked, smacking you on the back as the three of you returned to the table. your previous seat now occupied you found yourself sat beside alessia, pulled into a conversation with a couple of her other friends.
the alcohol flowing and all the girls incredibly welcoming your previous apprehension melted away and you found yourself much more settled. though really you could probably attribute that to the copious amounts of drinks bought for you.
which is how you now found yourself on the dance floor, singing along and dancing with rory as leah, ella and another two of their friends chloe and jess all joined in, some of alessia's group having called it a night and heading off having early flights.
"careful, you're looking a bit green there less." lotte mumbled to the blonde, whose eyes were fixated on you dancing now with chloe, in what could only be described as quite an intimate way. "what?" the striker frowned in confusion at the older girls words, though catching on her cheeks heated up a little and she smacked her leg.
"i told you lotte, we're friends and i'm grateful she's even allowed that. she can do whatever she wants." alessia shrugged, lying to herself and lotte who only hummed, turning back to her conversation with beth.
though as you slipped on your footing and went tumbling to the floor she was right to her feet, hovering for a moment as she watched ella and leah help you up.
"come on russo don't be a stick in the mud!" rory suddenly popped into her line of sight, grabbing alessia's hands as she swiveled her hips with a wink, dragging her onto the dance floor.
alessia shrunk a little in disappointment seeing you were no longer with the group, instead engaged in a conversation with a tall tattooed brunette a few metres away. "maybe not such a shit wing woman after all!" rory joked making a w with her fingers and gesturing to you as alessia forced a smile and a nod.
her eyes never left you as the brunette leaned in closer, the music loud as you giggled at whatever she said, her hands finding your hips and swaying the two of you back and forth.
alessia's stomach lurched at the way you grinned up at her, your eyes locked with hers and seemingly hanging off of her every word, nodding along as the brunette seemed to dominate the conversation.
the same way you used to look up at her, laughing at her jokes and hanging off of her every word. as alessia would stare right back down at you as if you were the only person in the room, because to her you'd always be the only one that ever mattered.
suddenly feeling a wave of nausea came washing over her she mumbled an excuse and darted off to the bathroom, ducking down and dabbing her cheeks with cold water, closing her eyes for a moment as the room spun.
"hey less you alright?" the striker jumped a half foot in the air at the voice of her captain, not having heard anyone follow after her. "yeah fine, just needed a sec to cool off." alessia smiled, trying to leave as leah grabbed her wrist, giving her a knowing look.
"hey, tell me whats happened."
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having spent the last twenty minutes explaining everything to leah alessia almost welcomed the sticky atmosphere of the dance floor, a welcome distraction from the uncomfortable intimacy of pouring her heart out to her friend in the tiny bathroom.
leah wandering back to the table alessia tried to follow but ella pulled her back in to dance with them, pulling the puppy dog eyes and the excuse she flew back to manchester tomorrow and alessia owed her at least a few more dances.
and as much as she'd missed her boisterous best friend, it was you that her mind routinely drifted to, eyes flickering to where you now sat with the brunette from before, who still seemed to be talking your ear off.
everything seemed fine, and alessia began to try and accept that she soon would have to swallow her pride and watch you likely leave with this girl, no right or room to make any move to stop you.
but as the hours ticked away and the glasses on your table began to pile up, she wasn't the only one watching you cautiously as it appeared you could now hardly hold your head up, rory making her way over to interevene.
"hey, nearly ready to go?" you looked up through hooded eyes at your best friend who seemed to have grown a second head. "ro ro!" you slurred out with a grin, your head slumping to the shoulder of the gorgeous brunette beside you whose name seemed to escape you.
"she's fine, you and your friends should go." the girl smiled, though it didn't seem all that friendly as rory hummed, knowing you were far too drunk to be consenting to anything right now. "we will, but she's coming with us." rory spoke somewhat forcefully, you only giggling as your head lulled back and the room span.
alessia watched the whole interaction carefully, humming every now and then as ella rambled on beside her. she was content to let rory take the lead, however as the girl tried to help you up and the brunette beside her shoved her away, your head suddenly flying forward and crashing onto the table, she could no longer be a bystander.
"she can hardly keep her eyes open, she's leaving with us. so fuck off!" rory warned firmly, alessia squatting down and gently pulling you up to sit again, her hands shoved away by the brunette who you collapsed into with a laugh.
"do you want to leave with them love? aren't we having fun?" the girl asked you as you mumbled something incoherent.
"don't fucking touch her! she's practically passed out and she can't even say her own name let alone yes or no to your advances you creep. so unless you'd like us to call over security i suggest you walk away while you still can." alessia warned protectively, standing up tall and glowering over the brunette as rory slipped in to gently help you to your feet.
"whatever. she's not even worth it anyway!" the brunette scoffed, standing and walking away as alessia balled her fists, withholding the urge to run after her and knock some sense and respect into her, a feeling she'd not had in years, not even when she was pushed around on the football pitch.
"shit!" alessia hurried to grab you as rory tripped over her footing, also having had one too many drinks as noble as her intentions were as the two of you almost went crashing to the ground. "stay here for a second, i'll be right back." alessia helped you sit back down, leaning into rory who sat beside you and nodded.
"everything alright?" leah asked with a concerned gaze over her shoulder toward you. "they've both had way too much to drink and i can't let them get in a taxi like that alone." alessia smiled apologetically as she grabbed her bag, leah, lotte and beth all nodding in agreement.
exchanging hugs with her remaining friends and promising a stroppy ella that she would come and see her and mary in manchester the next weekend she could she hurried back to the two of you, leah following behind to help her get the two of you out the front.
"thank you leah, really." alessia hugged the older girl tightly once the two of you were safely sat in a taxi. "remember what i said yeah? right person, wrong time. if its meant to be, it'll be. if it's not, cherish what you had." leah reminded softly, kissing the strikers cheek and returning inside.
"where's your place less?" rory managed to get out, somehow having given the driver her own address as alessia gave the same. "i can't remember where she lives." rory winced, nodding to you who was now passed out entirely, face smushed against the cold window pane of the taxi, body curled into itself.
"i live a few streets away, she can stay at mine. i'm a bit worried leaving her by herself if she falls down and hits her head or something." alessia bit down on her bottom lip as rory could only nod, hardly able to keep her eyes open.
"you could stay too if you wanted?" alessia offered, reaching forward to tap her shoulder as the driver pulled away. "s'fine. my boyfriends home!" rory slurred with a shrug, alessia nodding and settling into her seat, glancing to you every now and then.
"we needa do breakfast or dinner or something!" rory stumbled out of the taxi as it arrived to her place, blowing alessia a kiss and making her way up the driveway, alessia requesting the driver wait till she got inside before driving off, nodding for him to go once she had.
the drive to her own house a little further away from town alessia's eyes fluttered closed as she crossed her arms over her chest, exhaustion starting to sink in as the time neared one thirty in the morning.
she jolted a little in surprise as something came crashing into her, but she relaxed seeing it was only you, your head resting on her arm as alessia carefully lifted your head and stretched out, allowing you to lean into her much more comfortably as her eyes slipped closed again.
she blinked tiredly as she felt the car come to a stop, rubbing her cheek and leaning forward, clumsily tapping her phone to pay for the ride, not even bothering to look how much it was.
"okay." she sighed looking down at you, popping her door open and carefully sliding out, propping you to lean back into the seat as she did. leaning in she unbuckled you, cradling your head in one arm as the other helped you out, balancing your shorter form which crumbled into her side as she kicked the door closed and walked toward her front door.
the stairs proving much too difficult she mumbled a soft apology well aware you had no idea what was going on, lifting you up and into her arms as she carried you up and to her doorstep as you mumbled incoherently.
setting you back down and rummaging through her bag she grabbed her keys, helping you inside and setting you to sit on her lounge. "lessi!" you managed out with a lopsided smile, eyes opening a little more as your head tilted to the side and you squinted up at her.
"yeah, its me." she smiled back, unable to resist as she ran a hand through your hair affectionately, moving your flyaways out of your face. but snapping out of it she snatched her hand back as if it had been burned, hurrying to lock her front door.
"okay, come on. bedtime!" alessia sighed, hauling you up and helping you to the spare bedroom, grateful she only lived in a single story apartment which meant no stairs. "we can't go to bed! we're not dating anymore silly." you slurred, poking her cheek.
ignoring your remark she sat you down, smiling a little as you laid down with a thump, star fishing in the bed as alessia wrestled your boots off. "okay. theres no way you can consent to this, how do we get you dressed?" alessia mumbled to herself chewing on her bottom lip, tapping her foot as your eyes slipped closed again.
noticing your dress was strapless an idea came to mind as she left you for a moment to pop to her own room, grabbing you some clothes to sleep in. "hey, we gotta get you changed." the blonde whispered softly, squatting down and tapping your leg, your eyes fluttering open as you nodded and forced yourself to sit up.
even though it was hours away alessia was already dreading the moment you'd wake up, knowing all too well the feelings of regret and embarassment which would likely flood your body. only selfishly she hoped unlike her you'd not run away before she woke up.
carefully slipping a large shirt on over you alessia helped you stand for a moment, tugging the strapless dress down and quickly helping you to step into a pair of shorts, leaving your bra and underwear on.
knowing the worst way to wake up was hungover with a face full of makeup it was to the ensuit she gently guided you to next, sitting you down on the lid of the toilet as she grabbed out the makeup wipes which always sat in here for when her friends stayed over.
"lessi!" you managed out again as she squatted down between your legs, gently holding your chin in one hand and wiping away your makeup with the other. "thats me." she promised with a smile as you hummed, closing your eyes as she wiped away your mascara, trying to be as soft as she could.
"missed you." you giggled, kicking her lightly as alessias smile turned a little more pained, knowing it was only the alcohol talking. "i missed you too." she still spoke quietly, popping the dirty wipes in the bin and sighing, her heart aching at the sight of you sat before her in her clothes, in her house, yet you were as far away from hers as you possibly could be.
helping you up and into bed she flicked off the main light, leaving the lamp on in case you tried to go to the bathroom later, pulling the duvet up to cover you in the dimly lit room.
"hey! stay." your hand shot out and grabbed hers as she turned to leave, eyes widening as yours remained squinted toward her. "you need to sleep." she forced another pained smile, gently pulling her hand out of your grip.
"stay lessi. please!" you whined now, rolling over and repeatedly patting the empty space beside you, looking up at her with a drunken pout. "i can't. you'd hate me if i did." she smiled sadly, running another hand through your hair, forehead warm to the touch.
"no. stay." you demanded again, though a little more tiredly as you patted the empty bed, eyes half closed as alessia hesitated, her entire body screaming for her to just walk away, and she should have, she knew that.
but, she didn't.
still dressed in the suit pants and vest alessia had gone out in she slipped in beside you, body tensing as you were quick to cuddle into her, tucking your face into her neck. "night lessi." you slurred out, hardly legible as you hugged her tightly, alessia slowly moving her arms to wrap around your midsection, doing her best to ignore the little voice in the back of her head screaming at her to get up and go.
but selfishly, she would take what she could.
your body eventually slumped into bed, breathing evening out as you finally fell back to sleep, alessia ever so gently prying your arms off of her, slipping back out of the bed.
if you noticed you didn't even stir, stretching out in bed with a deep exhale, mouth slightly ajar as you breathed soundly in and out. and if you'd have cracked your eyes open even just a few centimeters you'd have met alessia's hopelessly lovesick gaze bearing down on you.
or if you weren't so drunk you might have felt her lips press an affectionate kiss to your clammy forehead, lingering for a moment as she squatted beside you, other hand tangled in your hair as she inhaled deeply.
wrenching herself away she hurried out of the room, feet refusing to stop until she'd closed her door so quickly you'd think she was being chased and shutting out an intruder, her heart absolutely pounding in her chest as she slowly sank down, back pressed against the door as realization sank in.
alessia was still very much so head over heels, undeniably and most certainly problematically....in love with you.
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chapter ten
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faceless // P1: the mask... take it off ~ charles leclerc x reader
pairing: charles leclerc x fem!driver!reader
includes/authors notes: language, lack of equal rights/ gender equality, readers an unknown figure in the races, fem!reader's gender assumed as male, use of "y/n".
Bold Italics are the past.
Normal Italics are thoughts or radio messages.
summary: "There is a new mysterious driver on the grid. Nobody knows who he is, the only thing we know is that he races for Red Bull with the number 66. Other drivers call him the faceless driver for none have ever seen his face or heard him speak. The faceless driver is a legend in the making and even giving Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen a run for their money…”
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Come on y/n! you told yourself. You could feel the car beneath you hum as you broke smoothly into the corner, speeding up once again on the straight. Repeating these movements over and over like clockwork, as you did laps around the track, maintaining your position in first.
Throttle.
Break.
Turn.
Repeat.
Driving in a car as nice as a Red Bull felt euphoric, the car was sleek and fast. You glided across the pavement with the perfect amount of traction, you could overtake in your sleep.
"Nice work 66, you've lapped the back of the grid. Tsunoda coming up on your right at P20." your race engineer informed.
Clicking on your voice changer and the radio you responded, "Roger, thanks Rick,"
You lapped multiple people, continuing to feel at ease behind the wheel, your race could not be going better and you were well on your way to pulling ahead of your competition in the championship standings.
But you see, that was kind of a stressor...
Your boyfriend Charles had no fucking clue you were racing, hell he didn't even know you had ever stepped foot near a car before you met him. When you got the call from Christian Horner that he wanted you on the team you were beyond ecstatic, but of course, being the first woman in Formula One, there were some hesitations.
You had never had a huge social media presence and the thought of interviews made you nervous. Not to mention the massive fan population of Formula One that you felt already stalked you enough after meeting Charles.
Voicing your concerns with your new team principal was not a problem, and to be honest it sounded like he agreed with everything you had to say. Making you feel confident about your choice, even if you had nerves going into this alone and keeping it from your boyfriend.
"I completely understand y/n," Christian said over the phone. "I think if we send you out into the media, the drivers and them will eat you alive, not saying you couldn't handle it but that is a lot of unnecessary pressure."
"Yes," you replied. "And I want to be taken seriously, I believe people not knowing I'm a woman might just make my life a whole lot easier."
"And this is why I picked you y/n, you're serious about your work and are smart about it. I think this year is going to work out just fine."
You and Christian whipped up the plan to create a mysterious persona. You would use a voice-altering device at all times, people called you 66, no interviews or media were ever allowed, and absolutely no one could know your real identity. Not even your teammate Max, who had clearly been fuming since Horner started to favor your superior driving skills on the track, without even having a name.
"Box, box," Rick quipped, pulling you out of your thoughts, that sounded about right. You were about to take the second pit of your two-stop strategy. Replacing your worn-out hards with fresh medium tires that would last you until the end of the race and warm up perfectly for fastest lap attempts.
You turned the last corner before the entrance to the pit wall came into view, slowing the car, you took a clean park just outside your garage. After a quick few bumps up and down your car was released again, rolling down the pit lane and back out into the race. That must have been the fastest pit stop of your life. You speed past a Ferarri to maintain your previous spot in first.
Holy shit, that was Charles.
You pushed the car to the max, pulling away little by little, trying to brush off the achy feeling you felt when you saw the bright red race car in your rearview mirror. But you didn't feel right and it wasn't the thought of Charles, not feeling as calm in the car as you usually did put you even more on edge. Something was off. Something was wrong.
It was taking more effort to drag the car around corners and every time you tried to break, something in your car hissed like a cat being held above water.
"Ri-ck-y, wha-at the h-ell is going on?" your masked voice shook over the radio from the tremor of your car.
"Um, looking at it right now 66,"
You knew it wasn't Rick's fault of course and he was always on top of things when it came to your needs during the race. You didn't need to panic, he would fix it.
Stay calm y/n.
Stay fucking calm.
"Oh no, once she starts quoting Micheal from The Office you know shits about to go down," your best friend Sarah cackled.
"STAY FUCKING CALM PEOPLE!" you shrieked, pulling smoking cookies out of the oven. You could hear Lando rolling around on the ground, laughing so hard he was crying.
"It's not on fire love, you're blowing out nothing..." Charles smirked, making Lando wheeze next to him.
"Okay, don't panic 66"
"I'm not fucking panicking-"
"Oi... watch your language," You could practically hear Ricky's smirk in his voice, except he seemed uneasy.
"Ok, dad,"
"66, focus."
"Right sorry,"
"I'm going to need you to box again,"
"WHAT?"
"I'm. Going. To. Need. You. To. Box. Again."
"FOR WHAT?"
"Your left rear tire is loose, I'm sorry mate,"
You felt like you were going to scream, how the hell does that happen? The simple pit stop your crew has been doing all year, and they can't put the tire on tight.
"UHHHHH" you groaned.
"I know, I'm sorry, box this lap please,"
You drove the car as best you could around another corner, the pit lane was still about half the track away so you would have to stick it out. Charles however, was gaining on you from your slow lap times with the wonky tire. Oh boy, Charles was really gaining on you.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
The car jerked to the left, and you struggled to maintain control of the wheel. The back of the car shook as you pushed it faster, you could not let Charles pass you by this much, even if you got a fresh set of tires you wouldn't have enough laps to regain pole position. The red Ferarri pulled into view beside you making your heart clench and pulse quicken.
"Leclerc trying to overtake on your right," Rick warned, "Be careful with that tire!"
Too fucking late Ricky.
The back of your car slipped, sending both you and Charles hurdling toward the barriers. You braced for impact, head pulsing, ears ringing. You tried to take a deep breath, letting oxygen into your lungs, instead, they were greeted with thick grey smoke. You could see flashes of red around you and heard people screaming outside the car, why were you still sitting there?
"Mate! Do you copy? Get the hell out of the car 66!" Rick yelled into your ear.
Both of the cars had burst into flames. You removed your steering wheel and neck guard, holding onto the halo above you in order to pull yourself out. Your boot had gotten stuck somewhere under the seat and no matter how hard you yanked on your leg, it would not budge. Your body felt weak, and muscles throughout your body shook with fear and fatigue.
The radio must have failed at some point because Rick had stopped yapping your ear off, leaving you to your own thoughts and tears that had started streaming down your face.
"Please don't advance towards the fire!" someone shouted. "Mr. Leclerc!"
Looking up you saw Charles. He had weaved himself through a part of the car that was not in flames, holding out a hand to help you. Taking his hand you both used all of your strength to pull and release yourself from the cockpit of the car. Your foot popped free and survival instinct took over, sending you both running out of the flames.
"Thank you," you mumbled, making sure the voice changer was not damaged in your helmet before speaking to him.
Charles just grunted, lifting his visor, and then his helmet from his head. He pulled off the white balaclava as well and stuffed it into the helmet.
"What the fuck was that mate?" he asked, green eyes dark. You panicked and remained silent, to be honest, you didn't really know what you had just done. Pushing the car was one of the stupidest things you could have done with a loose tire.
You slowly backed away, you needed to get out of here.
"Mate what-?" Charles let out an aggressive sigh as you turned away. "I saved your bloody life after you tried to end mine! The least you could do is talk it out-" he was yelling now and you just walked away. You knew you would hear all about this later anyway.
"Sir, I'm going to need you to step into the medical car," a sharp-looking woman with glasses tapped her clipboard and then pointed to the car with her pen.
You just kept walking.
"Sir!"
"What a dick-" you heard Charles say in the distance, making guilt build up in your chest.
The tears continued to fall once more as you made your way to the Red Bull garage, you were glad the heavy helmet covered your face, and that you made the deal to never remove it. You could feel the stands of people staring at you, some cheered, some booed, other people stared with looks of fear or adoration. That crash was a mixture of emotions for everyone.
The stares continued as you passed the engineers to head to your driver's room. Guilt filled you when it came to the team as well, who would spend the rest of the week getting you a new car started for next weekend's race. When you closed the door to your room you could hear whispers through the walls, everyone was pissed.
"Christian, I want to know who I'm dedicating countless hours to mate," an engineer said. "He fucking fried the car, and now I'll be fixing it for the next 5 days, I don't even know who the guy is."
Christian, who was right outside your door said, "I know Matt, I'm sorry it's just not an option right now."
"But-"
"Thank you for understanding, if you'll excuse me."
The door opened in front of you and your team principal walked in, closing and locking it behind him before he turned to stare at you. You took the hint and removed the sweaty helmet from your head, fresh air hitting your sweat-soaked skin.
"I'm sorry," you whispered, recalling the crash clearly in your mind.
"And so am I," he said, face remaining calm, "Our race control should have been better than that and your tire should not be hanging off your car during the race."
You gave him a small grateful smile, "I lit the fucking car on fire."
He let out a hoarse chuckle, "That you did. Look, I'm going to let you go find Charles, keep your cover and shit. We can talk about this later alright, there are still some things I think we should discuss."
"Okay, thank you sir," you said and once he left you slipped back into your street clothes, sleek jeans, and a black shirt. Brushing your hair into a messy bun, and trying to touch up your makeup before exiting out the back alleyway towards the Ferrari garage. By this point the race had ended and the crowds were bustling giving you a perfect opportunity to b-line to where Charles and Lando were standing.
"You need to get a girlfriend, Lando," Charles spoke, hitting his friend playfully, "How bout that girl over there?"
Lando looked to who Charles was pointing at, "Eh, maybe,"
"C'mon mateee, she's pretty. Some might even say stunning, go talk to her!"
"This morning I saw a YouTube video with a puppy riding a motorcycle. So my bar for stunning is pretty high."
"Okay, but maybe there are different bars for different situations...?"
What the fuck were you listening to?
"The bar is consistent, the only time I set the bar low is for limbo. Always keep the bar raised no matter what."
"Uhm, okay, your funeral," Charles said before spotting you, his face lit up and Lando turned over his shoulder to see what Charles was looking at.
"Look who it is!" Lando cheered. "Your girlfriend, Charles. Maybe you should focus on your own love life and not mine..."
"Where were you?" Charles asked, ignoring Lando. Pulling you into his side and placing a kiss on your head.
"Bathroom," You replied curtly, "needed to compose myself."
"Were you crying?" Charles questioned, eyes looking concerned.
"No." you grumbled, wiping away access mascara from under your eyes.
"Well I wouldn't blame her mate, you gave everyone quite a scare with that crash," Lando shrugged.
"Oh, I'm sorry baby, I promise I'm alright," your boyfriend cooed, pulling you into his chest for a tight hug. You chuckled and relaxed into his scent. Lando was called away after a few minutes leaving you and Charles alone.
"Should we head back to the hotel?" he questioned.
"Yeah," you sighed, squeezing his hand as the two of you walked to his car. He opened the passenger door for you before heading around to his side. Turning the key and pulling out of the parking lot he blasted his favorite French rap music that you didn't understand.
"Uhh, what a day," he sighed.
"That looked like a nasty crash," you replied, "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Oh, yeah I'm fine," Charles said, "I hate the other guy,"
You gulped at his words and tried to keep your voice steady, "Yeah, we don't even know who he is though..."
"That's also a problem, like we get it, he's good. Hell, he's amazing. But now he's fucking up other people's races by being selfish, and then hiding behind his visor because he's too much of a coward to own up for the mistakes he and his team make-"
Holy shit. Is that how people saw you? A coward?
As Charles ranted on you felt your breathing quicken, images of the crash fluttered through your mind. What would happen if Charles found out about your secret? This was the best relationship that you had ever been in, you felt genuinely loved and cared for. The butterflies in your stomach never ceased when he was around, no matter how many times he complimented you. You hadn't fully said it to him but, shit, you were in love.
Would he break up with you if he found out you had been lying?
Was it hot in here?
"Woah love, are you okay?" Charles asked pulling you from your thoughts. "You zoned out there for a second"
"Mhmm! I'm fine!" you forced a smile.
Charles's green eyes narrowed as he frowned, "You know you can tell me anything right?" his hand reached over the console to rub your thigh, reassuringly.
"Of course,"
He leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead before he continued to drive, he continued to talk about his race, and you hummed in agreement. You had back-to-back races so another one was just around the corner, you needed to pull yourself together. Growing less anxious as the night went on, a beautiful sunset captured your attention as the colors faded behind some hills, but the word coward still screamed in your mind that night as you drifted off to sleep.
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Hazbin Group Chat Fic, pt 1
* CharChar added PurpleFemale, SeXXXySpider, SssirP, Husk, NaNaNaNiff, and Alastor to “Hazbin Hotel’s Home for Imaginary Friends” *
CharChar: Hi, friends!
SssirP: But… but we’re not imaginary.
PurpleFemale: I think it’s related to some TV show on earth.
SeXXXySpider: Shh, don’t say the T-dot-V word or flat-face will come spy on us.
SeXXXySpider: Also wow @ Husk & Alastor. We can totally tell who are the digital grandpas in this friend group.
Alastor: I beg your pardon?
NaNaNaNiff: Ehehe, your usernames.
Alastor: Yes?
NaNaNaNiff: They’re just your names. Laaaame.
Husk: I’m not calling myself some stupid nickname.
SeXXXySpider: Bwahaha, two seconds, kitty. I assume you’re down at the bar.
Husk: Oh god.
PurpleFemale: Run, Husk.
* Husk changed his name to KittyKat *
* KittyKat changed his name to Husk *
* Husk changed his name to NiceTryFurball *
* NiceTryFurball changed his name to Husk *
* Husk changed his name to WhiskeyWhiskers *
WhiskeyWhiskers: This… can stay.
SeXXXySpider: I win!
WhiskeyWhiskers: If you touch my phone again, I’ll break your fingers, brat.
SeXXXySpider: Weird kink, but actually not the strangest thing I’ve done so far this week ~ <3 ~
PurpleFemale: That… that’s not okay, Angel.
SeXXXySpider: ¯\_¯\_(ツ)_/¯_/¯
NaNaNaNiff: Awww, you gave him the extra arms!!!
SeXXXySpider: You know it, Niff.
Alastor: I’ve been here approximately three minutes and already feel my brain rotting away. Charlie, what exactly was the point of this?
CharChar: Okay, so I figured even though we all live together that we still need a way to communicate whenever we’re not actually together.
SssirP: For what, exactly?
CharChar: Anything! If there’s just something you want to share with the group. It can be an idea for an exercise for us or a funny joke you thought of or just letting me know that the handle is broken on your bathroom sink!
WhiskeyWhiskers: Don’t all you fucks spend enough time with each other? And I should know – I keep getting dragged along on your little misadventures.
SeXXXySpider: Bet.
WhiskeyWhiskers: What?
SeXXXySpider: Not the kind of bet you’re used to.
SssirP: “The term bet can be used in a few different ways on social media but generally means agreed or okay.”
SeXXXySpider: Bet.
PurpleFemale: Siiiiigh. And here we have Angel, the perpetually online e-boy.
SeXXXySpider: Uwu?
PurpleFemale: Kill it with fire.
NaNaNaNiff: Eheheheheh.
PurpleFemale: Don’t actually kill it with fire.
NaNaNaNiff: No fun :-(((
Alastor: I’m still very confused.
SeXXXySpider: Just go with it. You’ll catch on.
CharChar: Thanks, Angel. I’m glad someone is immediately on board.
SeXXXySpider: (bb^_^)bb
SssirP: I’m not opposed. I’ve never been in a group chat before.
PurpleFemale: Really? You didn’t have one for you and your egg things?
SssirP: Giving the Egg Boiz cellular phones is a very bad idea. Trust me. A very bad idea.
SeXXXySpider: I’m so fascinated to get that story out of you someday.
CharChar: Angel, will you help Alastor change his name too?
SeXXXySpider: Iiiii will not.
Alastor: SmArT BoY
SeXXXySpider: Eep
PurpleFemale: Eep
SssirP: Eep
CharChar: Oh, come on, Alastor. It’s part of the fun! Here, bring me your phone and I’ll help you!
Alastor: I assure you that I am quite fine, my dear.
WhiskeyWhiskers: She gets a pat on the head and Angel gets a vague death threat? Checks out.
SeXXXySpider: ^
SssirP: But it is kind of fun, having a different name.
PurpleFemale: What would Alastor’s name even be?
SeXXXySpider: Honestly, he’d probably go with, like “RadioDemon” and think he was being clever.
CharChar: I’ll come up with a list of ideas!
NaNaNaNiff: RadioRudolph
Alastor: No.
Alastor: And, my dear Niffty, why are you engaging in all of this nonsense?
NaNaNaNiff: Ehehehe, because they can text me whenever they find a bug!
WhiskeyWhiskers: There’s one bothering me at the bar.
SeXXXySpider: Hey, she already tried to stab me once.
SeXXXySpider: Also, the clue is in the name, baby. Spider. Not bug.
WhiskeyWhiskers: Only once? Pussy.
SeXXXySpider: (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞
SssirP: Actually, that one does look like it has cat whiskers.
SeXXXySpider: (=^ ◡ ^=)
SssirP: Aww.
CharChar: You know, that does raise an important question! Niffty, do you also go after spiders or only bugs?
NaNaNaNiff: Spiders are our friends! They eat all of the nasty little buggies. They tie them up and then suck them dry!
PurpleFemale: Angel, no.
WhiskeyWhiskers: Don’t do it.
CharChar: That’s….
SeXXXySpider: Don’t mind me over here deleting my half-completed text then.
PurpleFemale: Do you have any shame?
SeXXXySpider: ¯\_¯\_(ツ)_/¯_/¯
SeXXXySpider: I mean, they’re usually the ones doing the tying up, sooooooo
SeXXXySpider: Niff can be half-right.
Alastor: Regretting your decisions yet, Charlie?
PurpleFemale: About starting this group text or about life in general?
Alastor: That I shall leave up to her.
CharChar: This. Is. Fine.
CharChar: (Angel, if you need someone to talk to…)
SeXXXySpider: Thanks, doll, but my therapy comes in little plastic baggies.
PurpleFemale: Speaking of, we found the stash taped to the underside of the couch. I believe that may have been the last one, yes?
SeXXXySpider: …
SeXXXySpider: My therapy is *supposed to* come in little plastic baggies.
CharChar: I’d say sorry, Angel, but I’m honestly not that sorry.
WhiskeyWhiskers: Good job, girls.
SeXXXySpider: Hey, Niffty, did anyone ever tell you that cats are a species of bug?
NaNaNaNiff: Nice try~
SeXXXySpider: You know, I remember someone did once call me “Whore Bug”
PurpleFemale: *Snort* What?
SeXXXySpider: Yup
SssirP: Ah, I did intend to apologize for that
SeXXXySpider: Eh, I punched you in the face. (งง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)งง We’re even
PurpleFemale: Wait, what happened?
PurpleFemale: Also, Angel, where do you keep getting all of those?
SeXXXySpider: oo(◕␣~)oo
PurpleFemale: No
SssirP: It was when I was still trying to help the Vees.
SssirP: Before I realized that Vox is a jerk.
SeXXXySpider: ^
WhiskeyWhiskers: Not gonna lie, that’s actually kind of funny.
CharChar: Remember what I taught you, Pentious?
SssirP: Ah, yes!
SssirP: Angel, I’m sorry I called you WhoreBug.
SeXXXySpider: Thanks IG but I’m not sorry for punching you.
SeXXXySpider: Also, I’ve been called worse.
PurpleFemale: Once again, Angel. That’s not okay.
SeXXXySpider: I’m getting tired of typing the shrug
PurpleFemale: Or you could take your own trauma seriously for, like, two seconds.
SeXXXySpider: Or I could bury my trauma in sarcasm and ice cream.
WhiskeyWhiskers: Replace ice cream with bourbon and I’ve been there
CharChar: Note to self, see if Alastor can find a therapist for the hotel
Alastor: I shall keep an eye open, my dear girl
CharChar: Do you think Rosie knows somebody?
PurpleFemale: Do we really want a cannibal living in the hotel?
CharChar: The hotel welcomes ~everybody~
SeXXXySpider: Resisting. Urge. To. Make. Eating. Joke.
CharChar: See?! That’s growth!
SeXXXySpider: Resisting. Urge. To. Make. Growth. Joke.
NaNaNaNiff: Hehehehehe.
SssirP: I actually don’t know what the jokes would have been???
WhiskeyWhiskers: Keep that innocence, bud
(Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanfiction#group chat#charlie morningstar#vaggie#angel dust#husk#niffty#alastor#sir pentious#got a little bored at work#angel texts so quick because he has the extra hands#should i keep going?
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Summary: You talk shit to the wrong person on a discussion forum. Idly, you troll one user who’s really into the Paranormal Liberation Front’s new leader, Tomura Shigaraki. You’ve heard he’s being heralded as the Villain of Villains, though you’re not sure that’s a valid title. You decide it’s time to make your opinion known. “Idk if I’d give him that title… lol he’s giving insecure incel.”
Mean!Yandere!Shigaraki x Bimbo!Reader
⚠️ mdni. degradation. incel. misogyny. noncon. oral. panic attacks. shigaraki is a mean dom. slut-shaming. yandere.
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You snicker as you press enter. Admittedly, you don’t know enough about the white-haired criminal to make that judgement call. You’re basing your statement solely on appearance. What can you say? Making ignorant comments is the essence of shitposting. You get to act a fool online because no one will ever discover who you are.
Until the user you mouthed off to replies.
Crumbleking: the fuck do you know?
Crumbleking: and you think a guy like him wouldn’t get women? he has a fucking army you stupid bitch he can have anyone he wants. that’s not insecure.
You roll your eyes, noticing he didn’t address the incel comment.
(Your username): I literally do not give a fuck lol do you want him @ crumbleking? Seeing as you know so much about his personal life and all
Crumbleking: you should be thankful he hasn’t killed you yet
(Your username): I’m not hearing a no
Crumbleking: get fucked
(Your username): Apparently shig is doing enough of that for both of us lmao
Crumbleking: you’re asking for it
You block the user. How many times has some moron threatened you online? Too many. But you take solace in the fact that, just like you, everyone’s simply a keyboard warrior. At the end of the day, it’s not like any of this shit is serious.
Right? :)
Well, a few days after this incident, you login to your social media account and notice a message in your mailbox. You lift a brow. It’s probably a meme from your best friend. You’re surprised to find a notification next to Requests. Someone you aren’t friends with has messaged you.
Hastily, you tap the Requests tab. You don’t know why your heart is pounding, or why you have a horrid feeling about this. Perhaps you’re under too much stress lately, or perhaps your intuition is trying to tell you something — that you’re in danger.
The request is from someone named Shigaraki. You know it can’t be the real villain. You clue in that it’s likely that freak who was defending him on the forum. He must have determined who you are somehow and resorted to messaging you on your private social.
Shigaraki: hello you dumb slut
Shigaraki: remember me?
Yeah, it’s definitely him. You wonder what his goal is, what he wants from you; normal behaviour doesn’t include stalking. You debate on whether or not to reply. You could play dumb or own up to your role. Of course, it’s far easier to do the former.
You: no?
It’s simple and to-the-point. You see him typing back right away. You hold your breath when he stops. Then, the screenshots from the forum come, reminding you of the conversation.
Shigaraki: i know you’re (username).
You resort to the IP tracker on your laptop, figuring you’ll spook him and he’ll leave you alone. You power it up and click eagerly. When you’re halfway through locating him, it’s as though he’s read your mind.
Shigaraki: if you think I’m not using a vpn then you’re stupider than I thought
The panic really sets in now. You’re hyperventilating. The message shoots you into a panic attack — the kind when your throat constricts and your lungs heave stale air. You scratch at your chest and gasp. You feel like you’re dying. You can’t breathe. With quivering fingers, you type a nasty message to him.
You: what the fuck is wrong with you. why the hell do you care what i think this much???? please leave me alone. blocking you.
That’ll end this terror once and for all. Or will it?
Shigaraki: Don’t you fucking dare you whore
His response is nearly instantaneous.
Shigaraki: if you block me I’ll find you irl
Shigaraki: i just showed you how easy it was to find your social media profile
Shigaraki: i’ll fucking find you
Shigaraki: and we’ll see if you feel the same about me when we’re face to face
You can’t stand it. You press the block button and exit the app. You turn off your phone — as if that’ll help — and throw it onto your bed. You shut down your laptop place it gently atop your desk. That’s enough for tonight. You have to remind yourself that the person threatening you is just a persistent troll, that the Tomura Shigaraki would never waste his precious time bantering with a random person on the Internet. You get to bed using that precise logic.
Except you’re wrong.
A few weeks pass, and you make the foolish mistake of thinking you’re safe. You start to throw caution into the wind, glancing over your shoulder less and walking home from work at night. You don’t notice the pale man trailing you. He watches you at work, as you hustle under pressure, and at home, before you close the curtains. He’s seen you naked twice. He assumes you meant to show off your body to an audience, that you like a bit of exhibitionism. Well, he’ll keep that in mind when he extensively plots out your payback.
Finally, one evening, he strikes. You come home from work and close the door. Securing the locks, you don’t see him until it’s too late.
He wraps a hand around your neck, keeping his pinky lifted to prove a point. He could kill you if he wanted. He could turn you to dust and be done with this stupid shit. In truth, he doesn’t know why he let his anger overtake him to the point where he had to find you. The problem is, he can’t stop his pursuit. If you escaped him right now, he would find you again.
And again.
And again, until he’s able to teach you a fucking lesson.
“Thought you could get away from me, huh?” He rasps next to your ear. “I found your social media account. Didn’t think I’d find your address?” He cackles venomously. “Stupid whore.”
You know immediately who you’re being held captive by. It’s the guy you were talking shit to online. It also happens to be Tomura Shigaraki, in the flesh. You realize, at once, that your luck is positively atrocious. Like, honestly, how the fuck did this happen to you? You can’t make sense if the madness.
He drags his knuckles along your cheek, stroking it. You feel his index finger trace the outline of your lips. Instantly, your heart sinks. On cue, he hums.
“I bet these can suck dick better than they talk shit,” he remarks darkly. “Wanna find out?”
You don’t, but he does.
“Take off your jacket, or I’ll crumble it off with the first two layers of your pretty skin.”
He takes away his hand to allow you space. The way you understand it, if five of his fingers make contact with your body, you’ll begin to fall apart. You’ve seen footage of what he’s done to heroes who have defied him. It causes you to wonder why he’s chosen to torture you, of all people.
The answer lies in his discovery of your social media account. Before he saw what you look like, he was content to merely leave you a little scare. Then, he started diving into your life, going through each and every one of your photos. It turns out you’re quite the socialite. You with your friends. You with your family members. You with animals. Food. Music. Video games. With all these posts, he was granted a perfect snapshot of what it is you do. And now, he wants to watch everything you ever loved decay.
“Why the hell are you doing this?” You hiss, daring to make eye contact tact with your stalker. “Don’t you have better things to do, you fucking freak?”
You spit the last two words with as much vitriol as you can muster. He doesn’t miss the effort you pour into your distaste. He rewards you with a callous cackle.
“Aw, what’s wrong?” He cooes, scarred lips contorting into a smile. “We’re on a first name basis, aren’t we?”
You lick your lips. You can’t recollect if you referred to him by name. Everything is a rapid blur.
“Shig.” He prompts you. “You’re the first and only person that’ll call me that.”
Heat rushes to your cheeks. You didn’t consider it overstepping at the time because you didn’t think you were interacting with Shigaraki. You can see how it might have been construed as intimate in his eyes, given your casual use of the pseudonym. The least you can do is apologize. It won't save your ass, but perhaps it will urge him to go lighter on you.
"I-I'm sorry," you squeak. "T-to be fair, I—“
“To be fair, I should wrap my hand around your throat and watch you beg me for air as your whole body turns to dust.” He interrupts you venomously. “Take off your fucking jacket.”
You unzip the garment and throw it onto your sofa. Next comes your hat and scarf. You finish his request when you’re in only your sweater, pants, socks, and undergarments. He smirks at the result of your swift labour, drinking in your silhouette. He’s seen enough photos of you outdoors to know what lies beneath the rest. Thirst traps, you’d probably call them. Little did you know they’d be used against you one day.
He removes his phone from the back pocket of his jeans. With a languid thumb, he swipes it to life. He logs into his fake social media account and finds yours. It’s bookmarked as a favourite tab, of course, especially considering how many times he’s used your pics to jerk off. If you only knew how many nights his cock twitched, begging to be sheathed in your soft pussy, you’d probably be petrified.
He grins.
“What were you thinking, posting shit like this?”
He twists the screen around for you to see. It’s a photo of you and your bestie in bikinis. Your hair is wet from spending time in the ocean. You and your friend were vacationing at a beach, and you wanted to look your best. Beside her, your lips are coiled around a lollipop, cheeks hollowed out from sucking on it. A thirst trap? Absolutely. But not for him.
He stares at the image one more time before putting the phone away. His crimson orbs lock with yours. A smirk settles across his lips.
“Get on your knees.”
Your eyelids clamp shut. Wordlessly, you lower yourself to the ground. It feels utterly humiliating. You have no choice but to let him use you. There has to be a way out of this situation, but how? If you’re serious about surviving, you have to cook up an escape route.
Shigaraki nears your submissive form. He wishes he brought something to tie you up. You’d look gorgeous bound for him. Helpless and barely willing is how he likes his lovers.
He wasn’t lying when he told you he gets women. Since establishing the Paranormal Liberation Front, people have been throwing themselves at him. They’re attracted to his power. He doesn’t have an interest in any of them, though; there are better things to do, and more enticing partners to find. You fit the bill quite nicely.
He hovers over you, leering at you with his crotch mere centimetres from your face. His jeans smell like laundry detergent — you didn’t expect that. You guess he’s not as crusty as he seems, with his scraggly hair and raspy voice.
Suddenly, he grasps the back of your head with four fingers and pushes your face against his clothed erection. He grinds it along your cheek, twitching in his underwear, yearning to feel the warmth of your slutty mouth. Soon you’ll serve him, but not yet.
“Look what you do to me,” he groans, lulling his head back. “I’ve been waiting for you to fix this problem. Won’t kill you until I’ve had my fill.”
You shiver. You’ve got to get to fuck out of here. If you can distract him, you can jump out of the window and get help. It’s risky, but you don’t have much of a choice.
He releases you and moves to unzip his pants. Your breath hitches. You don’t want this to extend any longer than it has to — not if you can help it. Who knows when he’ll get bored and murder you? He’s unhinged. The time to act is now.
“Wait,” you mumble. “Sh-shirt.”
Shockingly, he lets up for a moment. You take the opportunity to gesture to the garment you’re wearing. It’s your work uniform. Nothing special. He doesn’t have to know that, though.
“Lemme take this off,” you insist. “P-please. I-I don’t wanna ruin in.”
If you remove your shirt, that’ll leave you in merely a bra and pants. Fortunately for you, Shigaraki isn’t a stupid man when it comes to his own satisfaction. He decides to offer you reprieve. Robotically, he steps back to give you space. He’s seen them from afar; he knows they’ll be impressive up close.
“Hurry up.”
He doesn’t anticipate you being a skillful little idiot.
You roll backwards and stumble to your feet. Bolting towards the window, you’re grateful that he didn’t make you strip completely. The hesitation of humiliation and shame might have prevented you from leaping out from the second floor. It’s with luck that you don’t break anything upon hitting the ground.
Shigaraki lunges for your hair a millisecond too late. He catches himself on the window frame. At the same time, you get to your feet and sprint. By the time he reaches the street, panting and growling with fury, you’ve disappeared; there’s not a trace of you left behind.
He suspects you’re off to alert a local hero or police officer. That’s fine. He doesn’t expect them to believe you, and even if they do, how will they protect you? He can feel his power accumulating; moreover, after the impending procedure that’s set to occur in the coming months, he’ll be unstoppable. He doesn’t mind killing those who get in his way.
Thus, with a heavy huff, he lets you go. You obviously want to play, and he’s a master gamer. He knows you want this just as much as he does. After all, didn’t you grasp that he was serious about finding you as many times as you manage to flee from him — that he’ll keep his pursuit steady until you no longer have the strength to run? You must want to be hunted, like pretty prey reserved only for the best.
You have no idea who you’re fucking with.
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[ Stalker ]
>>> Ghost x Reader
You were Simon's guilty pleasure.
No matter the day, the time, or the hour, you were always in his mind and consumed his thoughts entirely, leaving no room for anything else.
He tried to reassure himself that he wasn't doing anything wrong. But deep down, he was well aware that he was allowing his dark side to take over him again, and this time - even if he didn't want to - he wasn't able to escape the darkness, which devoured him and kept him captive.
Simon knew his obsession wouldn't end well. It never did. But you intrigued him, and he wasn't strong enough to fight the allure.
The only interaction you two had so far was a one-night stand. After bumping into each other at the club, you invited him back to your place - he was gone by the time you woke up and you never saw him again.
But he saw you. Often.
Initially, he just followed you on all of your social media accounts using his burner account. However, staring at you through the screen didn't satisfy the hunger building inside him, and he grew bored with only just looking at pictures of you.
That's when he began driving to your apartment block, parking his car across the street and spying on your windows all night until the sun would rise up and he would be forced to leave because he didn't want to be seen by you or raise the suspicion of your neighbours.
Most of the time, your curtains were drawn - you liked your privacy and wanted to keep the noisy passerby out of your business. Sometimes, however, if Simon was lucky, you would forget to close them and he could watch you as you stripped your clothes off and changed into something more comfortable before going to bed.
Today, like usual, he parked his car under a broken lamp post and turned the engine off. Tonight was a special day though - he didn't want to be stuck just admiring you from afar anymore. He had other plans.
A knock on the door woke you up.
You blinked a few times while taking a glance around the living room. Even with the curtains closed and the sun gone, the moon's radiant light found a way through, painting the room in a delicate shade of grey.
You sat up and rubbed your eyes, before sliding your palm across the couch and fetching your phone to check the time.
2:00 AM.
Another knock.
You stood up and switched on the light. The room was chilly, so you reached out for the blanket, which was thrown on the edge of the couch, and wrapped it around your body, hoping it would warm you up.
Even though you weren't expecting anyone, you dragged yourself to the front door and opened it. You were surprised to see no one, but just as you were about to shut the door, your eyes traced over the ground and you noticed a neatly wrapped package.
You picked it up and looked to whom it was addressed. There was no name, but there was a handwritten note.
'To my love'
When you returned to the living room, you unwrapped the package and discovered a box of chocolates.
You had no clue who had brought them, but you figured that someone had just mixed up the apartment numbers and placed the package at the wrong door.
You didn't complain, though. Even if you should have returned the package to the intended recipient, there was no name, so you decided it wouldn't hurt to eat the heart-shaped chocolates with a sweet filling instead of throwing them away - they were, after all, your favourite; it was a lucky coincidence.
When you entered the bedroom and walked over to the window to draw the curtains, you spotted a car parked outside across the street. You didn't think much of it or the man sitting inside'; perhaps he was just waiting for someone.
And Simon was waiting, patiently, counting every second that ticked by. His finger tapped against the steering wheel, as his gaze kept shifting from the watch on his wrist to your now-dark window.
He knew you had to have retrieved the package by now. If he was lucky, you helped yourself and sampled the treats inside, too. And if his calculations were right, in about thirty minutes, you were going to pass out.
He waited and waited, shifting in his seat every few minutes, unable to keep still because the anticipation was oozing out of him as he envisioned all the different ways this night could end.
Simon lit one cigarette after another since it gave him something to do instead of allowing his thoughts to spiral, and get darker as they wandered to place and scenario, which he didn't want to imagine.
As much as he wanted to get out of the car and make his way back to your front door now, he forced himself to sit still as the time passed. He didn't want to spoil everything just because he couldn't hold his composure and gave in to his desires rather than thinking with his head.
Thirty minutes had passed. Then another ten, and finally he threw caution to the wind and decided to take a risk.
He strode inside the building and up the stairs, his heavy boots making no noise as he adjusted his skull mask - in all honesty, he didn't need to wear it, but he did, just in case.
Simon had taken care of all the cameras a month ago, and so they weren't an issue anymore. He could come and leave with nobody seeing him.
He grew heavy with anticipation that mingled with the excitement and thrill of being aware of the wrongness of his actions as he got closer and closer to your door.
This was not how he intended to see you again - sneaking into your apartment late at night. But after your first encounter with him almost three months ago, he was not able to corner you again, no matter how hard he tried to instigate those accidental meetings, where you bump into each other, recall the fun you had last time and exchange phone numbers.
He tried to act normal for once. He really did. Because this time, he wanted to control his obsession and let the relationship develop as spontaneously as it could.
He went to the usual spots you hung around. He carefully considered what he was going to say to you before asking you out, but it seemed as if you were avoiding him. Of course, he knew you would never do such a thing. How could you?
After spending so long watching you, following you, hiding in the shadows, while keeping track of your every move and getting to know you from a distance, he knew you would never do anything like that on purpose. Not to him, not to anyone else.
Simon stopped at your front door. It was locked, but that wasn't going to stop him. He had learnt a number of skills in his life, and one of them was picking locks, which he used frequently, and which were going to come in handy now.
After he got inside and closed the door, he found himself in a dark hallway. Even though he had been here only once, he knew his way around, which meant he could stroll through the darkness without bumping into anything or knocking something over, causing you to wake up.
Despite his stature, he moved with surprising agility, gliding through the room without making a sound.
He saw a box of chocolates on the coffee table as he passed the living room. When he noticed it had been opened and half of the sweets were gone, the corners of his lips curved, and a sly smirk appeared across his face.
Simon became even more confident now that he knew his plan had worked and you were asleep in your bedroom down across the hallway.
He opened the door and scanned the room before his gaze spotted the bed and his eyes settled on you.
Your body was concealed under the blankets that were tightly wrapped around you, but he could see the outline of your body as your chest gently rose and fell.
He took a deep breath and walked inside, remembering not to open the door all the way since it would creak.
The smell of your sweet perfume was all over the place, overpowering him and sending his mind into a downward spiral.
You were sleeping. You didn't know he was here, and you will never find out. You would know if he...
No.
Simon shook his head. He wasn't going to do that. He couldn't. Not to you, and not like this.
As he approached your bed, he slowly sat down, keeping his eyes wide and fixated on you to make sure you were still sleeping and unaware of his presence.
He simply sat there watching you at first, unable to tear his eyes off of you. His glance swept across your face, examining your dark lashes, parted lips, and flushed cheeks. You were flawless, without a trace of a single imperfection.
Simon leaned forward, dipped his head and softly pressed his lips to your forehead. He was about to kiss you when he stopped himself and drew back.
He raised his hand and tucked the sheet down, revealing more of your face and letting the fabric drape just below your collarbone. His hand trailed across your jaw before brushing a few loose hair strands.
Your skin was so soft.
As you laid there, unaware of his presence, lost in a blissful slumber, wrapped in warm blankets, you looked angelic. The soft moonlight filtering through the window only enhanced your beauty, making your skin glow.
For almost an hour he didn't leave you, but the sun began to rise and he knew he was running out of time. You will wake up soon. If you would find him here in your apartment sitting on the edge of your bed, you would freak out and he refused to ever do anything that would upset you.
He forced himself to stand up and was about to leave when his gaze was drawn to your phone; its corner was sticking from underneath the pillow.
You awoke many hours later, around midday; for the first time in a long time, you had slept through all of your alarms.
You took your phone and unlocked it.
That's when you discovered a photo of yourself asleep that appeared to have been taken earlier tonight.
A shiver raced down your spine, and you froze, letting the phone slip out of your hand and fall to your lap. Your eyes darted around the room. Everything appeared to be in place and looked to be the same as it did before you went to bed.
You lived alone. You didn't have a roommate, and no one, but you, had the keys to your apartment.
As you attempted to slow down, your mind was racing with possibilities. Your heart was hammering loudly in your chest, and only one question kept swirling around, causing chaos in your head.
Who took that picture?
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Hii! This is my first time sending a request haha! Well, could you Heartsteel Aphelios with Reader who’s a hardcore Gamer?
(I mean, like ungodly amounts of hours on a multitude of games. Always hitting new high scores. And the classic, eyebags from lack of sleep.)
⌜heartsteel!aphelios x fem!reader⌟ ╰ ❝ YOU CAN'T WIN A GIRLFRIEND IN A 1 V 1 ! ❞
❥ prompt: Aphelios thought there wasn't a single soul in the entire universe stupid enough to challenge him to a 1v1. But apparently, the 'God of Gaming' thought to use their last brain cell to bet their final testament. Little did you know, you'd fall from grace, then forced to play in some idols sick twisted game of pay-back.
❥ content/warnings: enemies to lovers vibe, affectionate bullying, name calling, teasing, fake relationship, fluff (?), 100% emotional dmg ( + crit. bonus on reader)
░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ 'GOD OF GAMING'....that's what they call you. An immortal being born to play and dominate the realm of video games in all facets. Sleep's inevitably for the weak and uncommitted. It's a mark of honor to wield dark, heavy under bags beneath your eyes, so long as it meant keeping your rightful place on the throne.
Even in the realm of FPS, no one dares contest your dominance on top of the leaderboard. It's impossible for anyone who even thinks to get more than three hours of daily sleep. Until this night, at the deathly hour of 3 A.M on a Tuesday, an unknown player sweeps in announced. First round on top was a newby flook. You were busy taking a few breaks in game to sip on your energy drink. Second time, the damn bastard is kill stealing from even your weakest team mates. Third time he makes top of the leaderboards...now that's a personal attack on your reputation.
It's not long till various social tweets race like wildfire across all media platforms. Nothing more than constant jabs and reminders of how fickle your place is in this revolving door of a world. It makes you crinkle your fifth can of gamer fuel. There's only one way to respond to this usurper trying to contest your territory.
░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ APHELIOS sits back in his chair, tapping a finger on his desk. He narrows his eyes against a blaring screen. Who even was this? He had no clue. All he can recall is playing some random game out of boredom, then a monsoon of social tweets pestering him and some other guy who likes gaming. Maybe a little too much, he suspects.
He does his own social media rummaging, scuffing at his findings. You practically live inside your room, dedicating your whole life to playing video games. Apparently, it's your entire livelihood. He doesn't envy you one bit; pity is the better word that comes to mind. Your entire aesthetic is wearing an oversized hoodie that covers everything (probably your man boobs), and even your face. Except for your eyes. Holy hell, those eyebags were heavier than Sett's banana hammock on a hot summer's day.
Lazily, he opens up his calendar; checking event dates, rehearsal dates, fan meet dates. Tomorrow's his only free day for the week. Luckily for you, that's the one day you demanded from him. And of course some holed-up undesirable would ask another guy to challenge him at a internet cafe. No big deal. He'd set aside a few minutes to put you in your place. Then, completely forget about your entire existence the next day.
Aphelios accepts the challenge and locks in the date. When the day of divine retribution comes, he shows up twenty-minutes before hand. He purposely waits in front of the internet cafe you chose. Only to enjoy the sight of watching some idiot (you) sweating in a hoodie, barely able to catch your breath before you stood at his feet. Oddly enough, something different turns the corner. Eye-catching, even.
"Hey. Looks like you didn't chicken out on me," you comment, brushing away your done up hair from your shoulder. "Guess I'll give you kudos for that."
Aphelios does a double-take, trying to process the image of you online to what's standing in front of him. From his perspective, you look every bit of a model that just stepped out of a photo shoot. Where did those bags go? Man boobs? No, girl boobs? Was being reversed cat-fished a thing?
(Imagine the power of a whole eight hours of sleep and wardrobe change)
You quirk a brow at his silent, mile-long stare. "Um, yeah. Let's make this quick. I have plans to go shopping after this. So I want to get this over with so I can get on with my day. Sound good to you?"
Before he can respond, you brush pass him, slipping through the doors behind. Blinking away his sense of whiplash, Aphelios follows. It's not surprising to find a group of fans swarming and buzzing around the entire place. He's still stun-locked by your unexpected appearance. Observing as you go about in graceful fashion, greeting and hugging those in support of you.
"How about we make a deal before we start," you approach him again, placing your hands hotly on your hips. "I win, and you announce on all your social media platforms that I'm the better player. And your terms?"
Aphelios pauses. He made a hasty assumption. Thinking you were some guy living like a wall rat inside his own apartment. The slight margin of error has his lips curling in the most sadistic fashion. This was going to work out much more in his favor. And there's no intention of letting you off so easily. Being an attractive girl was never a default for mercy. He pulled out his cell, and typed the following:
If I win, you have to be my girlfriend for a month.
░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ YOU READ the words out loud, and the whole atmosphere cuts to silence. Your mouth trembles, before you burst with laughter as does the rest of the room. Clutching your cramping stomach, you swat the air in frantic motions. "Y-You can't be serious," you say with attempts to catch your breath. "You think you're going to win? That's so funny. How embarrassing for you. To think you'd even have a single chance to date me." Calming your breaths, you send him one final death glare and spit out the word. "Delusional."
Walking to take your seat, you ignore his unfaltering gaze trailing you. There's a glint in his eyes that tells you he's enjoying whatever hamster wheel is spinning inside his head. You need to add the poor hamster is obviously sick, forced into labour and probably part of a lab experiment.
When the match starts, no one feels the need to invest too much into the game. You were, after all, the 'God of Gaming'. It wasn't going to be a fair match to begin with. Until the game ends before anyone can blink twice; especially you.
The rule to win the round was simple; land the first headshot. Needles to say, you didn't.
Your eyes widen against the screen. Your death screen pops, and your lifeless body collapses. Adding unnecessary amounts of salt in the wound, your scumbag of an opponent crouches over your head. Repeatedly. Your trembling vision shifts away, past your monitor to the opposite side. Slowly, Aphelios leans casually into view, a cocky eyebrow cinched high into his forehead.
You grit your teeth, hand tightening into fists that would mark the inside of you palms. Pestering whispers and scandalous talk rise and echo around you. There's no way to escape the shame. You bow your head in defeat. What else can you do? There wasn't any use in fighting. You have to save whatever drop of class and honor you have left. Anything out of pocket, and your whole reputation could crumble. You push yourself away from the desk, pacing to meet your bastard of an opponent on the other side.
"Good...good game," your voice strangles to leave your tight lips. You try hard not to ruin your face with a scowl. Especially when Aphelios stands pretty damn tall, staring down at you like a child that just had good a spanking. Taking out his phone, he shows you some text:
Sure. Guess you would call it a good game. And now that you're my girlfriend, it's only reasonable to go on a date with me. As my reward and all. Those were the terms. Right?
The blood inside your veins boil. You want nothing more than to slap that phone out of his hands, and crush it beneath your heels. You reserve to grinding your teeth. Aphelios merely smiles through a devilish crinkle in his blood moon eyes. And it's now dawning on you; he's made a full-proof plan to make you suffer.
From what I know, girlfriend's hold onto their boyfriends hands. And also call them 'babe' as a loving pet name. Right?
You want to scream at the top of your lungs right now. Holding your breath, you withhold it from your surrounding scrutiny. When he reaches out his hand, you take it tensely. He chuckles when your manicured nails dig aggressively into the skin of his hand.
It’s cute how badly my girlfriend wants to hold my hand. I’d be careful, though. The harder she squeezes, the more I kind of like it.
You gulp and loosen your grip. Honestly, where the hell does he get off saying stuff like that so casually? How humiliating. And it was just the start of your month of impending doom.
Like any ‘proper’ date, he drags you to one of his usual spots in town for a meal. It's odd to witness him take the lead so naturally; as if you really were his damn girlfriend. When he offers to order and pay for the both of you, you almost hesitate. However, you weren't going to turn down a free meal. Even if it came from your current worst enemy.
“Oh. Um…then I’ll have the burger. No pickles.” Aphelios sends you a yard long stare, and you know he's siphoning you for more. You blush, turning a cheek. “Please, b-babe?”
You can tell he leers underneath his mask, like a cat whose gotten his cream. He leaves you briefly, before returning and setting a tray of food in front of you. For a moment, you stare at the hamburger with warranted skepticism. You raise your pair of squinting eyes at Aphelios, whose already pulled down his mask to quietly enjoy his meal. After a beat, you lower your restraints, and slowly take a bite. You immediately stiffen and gag, spitting up into a napkin. There's definitely pickles—loads of them.
Aphelios almost chokes on his own laugher at your award winning expression of disgust. He slides his phone across the table:
Oh. Sorry. I thought you said extra pickles. ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Freaking bastard! Before you can smack his phone off the table, he snatches it back to the safety of his pocket. With a growl, you slough off the heaps and slices of fermented food. You're able to de-pickle the patty, but there's little joy in eating something with the faint essence of the nastiest condiment.
And after a not-so-enjoyable lunch, he takes you to a nearby pâtisserie for dessert. While waiting, and you have a half a mind to run out. Or call the local circus so they can come get their evil clown back. You're terrified to see what he's planning to bring you. And when he does, your mouth instantly waters. You stare down at a cute, decorative dessert parfait. It looks perfect with no hidden pickles (don't put it past him though). Your eyes glisten at the extravagant layers of yogurt, fruit compote, and whipped cream. Not to mention, the glazed whole strawberries on top, glittering with snow powder sugar. Giddy with excitement, you almost forget the silent devil sitting next to you. Before you can take the first bite, Aphelios intercepts your hand, brings it to his lips, and claims it for himself.
There's only one spoon, you know. And like any good girlfriend, it only makes sense to hand feed her boyfriend.
Down to the very. last. bite.
There's a twitch in your face. You really want to dump the whole dessert pile onto his head. Unfortunately, that would be a major insult to the parfait. Exhaling your fury through your nostrils, you belly the desire to murder him with a plastic spoon. Grumbling, you perform your embarrassing 'girlfriend' duty. Nearing the end of this round of torture, he smiles—all at your expense, of course.
Wow. Am I full. Thanks for that. I'm actually feeling kind of generous from all your devoted attention. Tell you what. I'll let you have the last bite.
"Yeah, right," you snort. "Like I would ever share the same spoon with you, let alone anything you've touched on this Earth—hmph!" Before you can finish your berating monologue, Aphelios flips your hand around and slips the spoon inside your mouth.
ㅉㅉ You shouldn't talk with your mouth full. Silly. You might choke. And I rather not have that on my conscious.
You whine, trying to swallow your way through a verbal tantrum. Who knew it'd be so difficult to argue with delicious yogurt in your mouth? Still, reality settles shortly after the sweetness melts from your tongue. A certain thought springs a bitter aftertaste. For all intents and purposes, you both just shared an indirect kiss.
You smack the spoon on the table, feeling your face heat up. Yet, he's just sitting there, sly with composure. Not bothered by any of it—this sick 'fake dating' sims game. It wasn't fair. Nothing about this was fair! How many times did you have such an experience through your dating visual novel games? Too many to count. Yet, despite all those perfect moments with your various 2-D boyfriends, this fake 3-D imposter, just ruined the whole trope experience for you. There was no way you could replay those scenes and not think about your suffering today. You would damn this man to Hell again, but obviously, he enjoys vacationing there.
It was funny when you thought your gruelling date would conclude after dessert. Aphelios made sure to think of various, and random places to drag you to for no good reason. He's perfecting the art of physically and mentally exhausting you. Stroll in the park? He may or may not have put a caterpillar on your head. Watch you freak out about it, and then relish in having you beg him to help you. Lovely time window shopping at an outdoor mall? He makes sure to slip away and watch you panic trying to find him in the mass of busy bodies. Before you know where your head's at, you blink up against lit downtown buildings, store fronts and street lights.
Well, today's been fun. Just one last thing to make this date perfect. Something my girlfriend will definitely love.
An all too knowing smile creases his mask again. Taking your hand, he leads you away to the next destination in mind. With your eyes half-lidded with fatigue and feet already beaten to a pulp by your heels, you force yourself to stop caring. Like everything else, you'll just go along with it and pray it's over soon.
⌜LUV-U ♡ HOTEL⌟
Your mouth drops at the sight of a pink and flickering neon sign a few steps away. Did he really just drag you to a Love Hotel!? You swallow hard. Nevermind, you did care. You cared a lot! "This has to be a joke, right? You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to let you take me inside—"
You're cut short as you're tugged forward. Nearing the entrance, your heart pounds louder than the surrounding nightlife. Your thoughts are racing. And watching another couple walk out looking rather satisfied with their stay doesn't help your emotions at all. That is, until he casually leads you past the hotel and around the corner, where there's vending machine against the wall. He releases his hold and gestures to it.
What are you talking about? Take you inside where? And no. There's no joke about this being the best vending machine in town for canned coffee. ㅎ_ㅎ
You stare with dumbfounded horror as he purchases two cans, and places one in your stiff hands. You look down at your coffee and contemplate just about everything up till this point. How big of a mistake it was to meet someone like him. Worse yet, be at his mercy over a stupid bet you set in place...and actually lost. How did your life turn out this way? Regret and humiliation well up as tears against your eyes. You pinch your bottom lip between your teeth. With the last of your dignity on the line; you'd rather die at this point than cry in front of him.
░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ APHELIOS lowers his drink from his lips, watching you from the side of his lashes. Looks like you were at your limit. Maybe he went a little too far. But every bit of his ego wants to rationalize it was well deserved. A pestering knot tightens like a fist at the base of his sternum. It bothers him enough to turn his neutral expression into a frown. His gaze catches your trembling legs, and traces them all the way down to your heels. His eyes widen by a margin; it's insane to think you hadn't complained about your feet hours ago. Looks like that knot wasn't going away anytime soon.
He tosses away your cans and raises his phone:
Take off your heels.
"What?" You're at a complete loss for words. Was he now going to force you to walk barefoot on the gross streets? You shake your head. "No way. Forget it. If you want me to take them off so bad, then do it yourself—Jerk!"
Aphelios flutters his eyelids in annoyance. More so that, for a split moment, he found himself not entirely hating the insult used against him. Forgetting the stupid interruption of his brain, he bends down and starts unlacing your straps. "H-Hey, wait a second you freaking weirdo. I didn't actually mean it literally."
It doesn't take much effort to hoist you onto his back, wrap your arms around his neck, and press your thighs snug against his waist. He anticipates a spit fire reaction. To his surprise, you simply huff and puff out your cheeks, muttering another possible insult. Honestly, he was sure you would've taken this opportunity to choke him out in a headlock. (He would've done it, but glad you didn't).
With a final adjustment, he hands you his cell phone, open with the map application. It seems it takes you a moment to realize he wants you to put your address so that he can dump you back wherever you live.
"You really plan on carrying me all the way to my house?" He can't see your expression, but by delivery alone, he can hear the blush in your cheeks. After a few taps and a mutter, he gets his phone back. "You better delete my address later. Or your new name's going be 'Stalker'."
Aphelios can't help but scuff. Like he would waste any more of his free time on inflating your already big head. He wonders how you even manage to fit your head through any shirt holes.
For a short while, you don't speak. As he walks through more quieter neighborhood streets, he feels your body condense further into his back.
"Mm, you know, for a being a cold jerk...somehow, you feel super warm," you breathe sleepily against his earlobe.
After a mumble or two, you commit to a terribly sleepy idea. Closing your eyes, you place your lips against his neck. Lingering, your mouth is soft and warm against his skin. Slightly sticky from whatever lip gloss you still have left. After the longest moment of his life, you abandon your spot. But he can feel your sleep drunk smile from how close your lips still are.
"Heh, there..I already kissed you, so...now you can't make me do it later....jerk."
When you finally doze off with light breathes and snores, Aphelios comes to a complete halt. It takes a moment to process. Then, without his consent, his neutral complexion flushes bright pink. The spot where you kissed him feels like it's burning a hole straight through him, down to his thumping pulse. He exhales a hot and heavy breath. It's warm enough to puff in the night air. With a shake of his head, he finds his walking pace, continuing towards your apartment.
He refuses to let you sway him with whatever tricks and flirts you have up your sleeve. He wasn't a swoonful idiot like most. And Aphelios knows he has a whole month worth of you still left. He'd make sure you always knew who you were dealing with. And by the end of it all, he'd make sure you'd never be able to get him off your mind.
A brewing smirk lifts one corner of his lips. This game was going to be more fun than he expected. And just like every other game, he would ultimately win.
Too bad for you, he mused to himself.
an;; ahhh thank you all for all your sweet messages i've been receiving through my hiatus. really appreciate it. trying to get back in the swing of things of answering anon. reqs. and working on my cleaning lady fic as well.
ngl, i swear, i hc so hard the phel can be such a sadistic/vengful bitch hell bent ruining anyone's life. like hes so unbothered by things and keeps to himself, that the minute you try to test him in that department, yeah no, you're officially on his shit list for life. how sweet how my man can hold grudge. <3
#heartsteel#league of legends#heartsteel aphelios#heartsteel x reader#aphelios x reader#reader insert#request#fem!reader#reqs open#heartsteel fic
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CHRIS’ BRAND IS IN CRISIS
A steady and constant decline…
Since he came back to social media to sell dog food for the back Friday (a very tactless error in my opinion), Chris has been hemorrhaging followers on Instagram. At this point, he has lost more 500,000 followers. And it keeps going down. I have already written a post about my thoughts regarding those numbers. Here is a link if anyone is interested in checking it out.
Here is the latest chart showing his numbers of followers…
We can still observe the same trends, his drop is constant and steady but more interestingly his loss of followers was even steeper on January 25th and today. And this is rather concerning for him and his team because the 25th was the day his next movie project was announced. And we know yesterday and today were all about the ASP stunts in DC. And he even got press coverage for it and a nice little article from one of his sponsors: People’s Magazine.
I have speculated that his team probably didn't buy any bots or not as many as usual when the Coen movie was announced, because they likely wanted to monitor if that news would bring him any natural follows. I suspect the movie announcement didn't bring him any or very few. Or it might have even cost him some real follows. Who knows?
We see the exact same trend today after yesterday’s stunt in DC. It’s actually even a little worse. So we can deduce that his acting career is not helping him at the moment, his brand as a political activist isn’t helping him either. And let’s not even mention his shenanigans with his kinda “wife”. To sum things up, his brand is in crisis.
His “political activism” is starting to become offensive…
I already wrote an article that mentioned his performative activism. If people want to check it out.
Real or not, Chris has attached himself to a trolling fat-shaming, racist, antisemitic, Nazi sympathizing clout-chaser. And the optics are absolutely horrifying. Here are some of the receipts provided by Anni's Little Shop of Horrors
So his political activism looks not only hypocritical and performative now, it also appears as a rather infuriating provocation. This ASP stunt was very ill-conceived. I am not sure it was his decision to do so. Maybe the investors demanded he did more with the company. But the end result is disastrous all the same.
He and his team should have read the room after the horrible comments he got after that infamous ASP chat about racism and antisemitism. That was his clue to stay away from any kind of political involvement for the time being. But he and his team have doubled down. Like they have done so with the shitshow with Abba since the very beginning. They have managed to alienate so many fans and they continue to do so. It’s not stubbornness at this point, it’s the exact definition of insanity: doing the same things and expecting different results.
Time for a new brand and a reinvention…
I wrote and I still think Chris is going to be just fine. But his past brand has been really damaged and his rebrand isn't working out so resorting to old tactics and tricks is unlikely to help him regain the fans he lost or to make him gain any new ones.
Interesting enough, he or his team have just cleaned his Instagram once more. And now apart from an ASP promo and one R1 still, it's all about Dodger. The focus on his Dog dad persona might not prove more efficient in regaining his fans though. They have used that poor dog way too much in those shenanigans with Abba, and they have let her use him as well.
I don’t think Christopher’s haven would provide much help at the moment because he already burnt that bridge. And Marvel being a sinking ship at the moment, I am not sure that even his alter ego Captain America could help him. So it’s probably time for a change. The real kind!
Gandhi famously said:
"We but mirror the world. All the tendencies present in the outer world are to be found in the world of our body. If we could change ourselves, the tendencies in the world would also change. As a man changes his own nature, so does the attitude of the world change towards him. This is the divine mystery supreme. A wonderful thing it is and the source of our happiness. We need not wait to see what others do.”
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kinda long, but bear with me--
re:the recent ask you had about lando and oscar being friends off track, possibly lukewarm take but: i personally don't actually care if they are friends or not? them being good teammates on track and on camera is good enough for me honestly.
i think it's healthy to maintain some boundaries and distance with teammates, especially when the lifestyle that comes with f1 is already so intense. sure, you can have that bond with a coworker from being in the trenches and working together, but in a way i think that bond stands nicely on its own. i especially admire oscar for recognising that at a relatively young age, maybe it's mark webber's influence because oscar's team is being very deliberate about oscar's public image in year 1, at least.
tl;dr anything we get beyond "contractually obligated" with the two guys is a bonus imho.
("ma'am, this is a wendy's!" you shout. yes it is. sorry i have many thoughts in the wendy's!!)
AJGFSAJGFSAL if anything my blog would be a waffle house at 2:45am babe so honestly any and all longposts are right at home <3
I totally agree w you and honestly it's not insignificant that Oscar has such a quiet almost grown-up life (and kinda has for at least three years now) and Lando has four careers around five hundred friends and at least 10 FWB and slightly more suitors who would gladly tie him down if they could - like, anything we get from them together is to be treasured bc outside F1 their common hobbies are padel and gaming. though I do love that Lando said he and Oscar are pretty similar guys??
there's also the fact that as you say, Mark's influence has very wisely had Oscar back off social media for his first year in F1 and we already know from them mentioning it after the fact or context clues that he and Lando do a lot of the same hanging out that Lando does with other drivers during the season. and it's actually pretty sweet that they don't choose to broadcast that too loudly. it has the same vibe as lando.jpg and that picture of Oscar smiling directly into Lando's camera and the little black heart underneath. Oscar is part of Lando's McLaren family <3
whatever kind of friends they are it's not for show - it's why their challenges and post race videos are so cute and nervous bc they don't have that bromancey jokey thing down for the cameras. at least for now they don't feel like posting it out there for everyone to see. not only is that sweet it's also extremely smart and clearly agreed on by both of them. it reminds me of this quote from Andrea:
"They actually use the same terminology, like it looks like they are in communication before reporting their feedback."
the McLaren twins will eventually start to open up to us but I agree, we should be glad we've got confirmed 2 more years of them as teammates and the friendship that we do get to see.
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Hi, I just wanted to share a thought with you.
I just noticed this is the first time Oscar sees Lando crashing as a teammate. Lando isn't an accident-prone driver and seeing him crash badly in your mirrors must be shocking.
If you see that post-race video where Andrea, Zak and Oscar talk about the race, Oscar starts with a "First, I'm glad that Lando is ok" and then he falls silent for a moment.
I know racing drivers are used to crashes but I feel Oscar was a bit shaken with this one. After his F2 pals, he feels the closest to Lando, they share a lot of time together during race weekends, and knowing it was big enough that he had to go to the hospital must be a bit scary.
They most likely did the engineering debrief together so maybe all the social media likes were out of the relief of knowing that Lando was fine.
Hi anon,
i 100% agree with you on this topic. It was probably awful for him to see the teammate he‘s close to crash especially cause it happened behind him and he only got to see a glimpse of it through the mirrors (and tbh the sparks made it look even worse in that moment).
On top of that Oscar probably didn’t have a clue of what’s going on exactly but had to finish the race regardless. Everyone saying he did it for lando, big yes. As far as i know Oscar didn’t even know about Lando‘s condition until after the race?! So yeah, it was definitely extremely draining for him.
I like the fact you pointed that out! Oscar was definitely shaken up by that and it was very considerate of him to mention Lando first before going deeper into debriefing, goes to show how important Lando is to him. And the little pause… he definitely had to sort himself out first. Can’t blame him though, imagine pulling off an amazing race while your teammate is at the hospital. Must’ve been a strange feeling for Oscar to end a race without Lando somewhere around.
Yes! Oscar made it very clear he‘s glad that Lando is alright. And i love that he didn’t hesitate to show it publicly too if you take into consideration that he most likely spoke to him in private some time after everything had happened.
Nothing but huge sportsmanship and admiration for each other 🧡
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Once more social media companies are starting down the path of "hm, what if we roll in a feature... everyone will hate..."
so I am again reposting my very basic in progress to being polished HOW TO MAKE A ZINE post
I will expand it when the blog launches and I don't know when the blog launches, but this will get you started. Or at least closer.
...and now...
... a ramble...
For Netherworld Post Office:
I'm going to stay where I am on various platforms
Continue building our "Let's Stay in Touch Occasionally" mailing list
I'm fleshing out a blog that is 2/3rds "slice of life stories of monsters living in paradise stories and comics," 2/3rds "Here is how and what to mail, how to make it fun and vibrant, cheaply" and 2/3rds ramble. Also discount math advisories.
The blog will be on a WordPress site. Free, no subscriptions necessary, open to read.
I'm working on a $2/month (USA postage included, global shipping a bit extra but not much) zine. Full color, 8 pages, decorated envelope, discussing Halloween, mail, and Halloween mail.
Spoiler if you're working on a zine and scrambling "how can that zine be $2?!" we lose about $0.05 - $0.10/zine and this is an acceptable loss. Marketing costs money. The strategy is people will subscribe to the zine and then once or twice a year say "oh wait I need a birthday card, I should get it from Netherworld Post" and that 1-2x year order will cover the loss + add profit to our coffers.
This point is made because I'm not seeking to start a pricing war on zines.
I AM seeking to make something fun and enjoyable and as affordable as possible so as many people as possible will say "huh that's neat."
When the blog goes live and the page about how to make a zine goes live, I'll go into the numbers on how I am making it and offer ideas and tips on how You as a Maker of Things For Sale can make one
I'll also offer tips and ideas on how You as a Maker of Things Not Necessarily For Sale can make it too, it's not exclusively for art shops.
There are no zine laws.
The split is purely "do you care about shaving $0.24 per outbound envelope because you're going to send lots or not"
Here is my reality:
As a person, I enjoy Tumblr. As a business, it's been very good to us.
Our Instagram isn't going anywhere. I'm preparing for the eventual bleed of people using it. Maybe it'll affect us, maybe it won't.
This is NOT a doom-and-gloom EVERYTHING IS DYING post. I'm not nearly online enough or smart enough to offer thoughts beyond general vibes and feelings.
I am saying "enough people have commented enough times they enjoy my business ramblings that I want to share what I know/am doing because I strongly feel a diversification of outlets helps more folk make more art and more folks making more art means there is more art and I'm going to enjoy it."
It takes at least a year -- far more likely a few years -- to build up a sizable social media following.
Sizable = "posting on Platform is more valuable to meeting our goals than Doing Something Else"
You can throw money at the problem (ads and/or hiring a consultant and/or an agency). This will scale you up far faster because they'll build the shortcuts do the research and the yadda yadda.
The reason Netherworld Post Office is able to offer very inexpensive, very high quality greeting cards, at a very low shipping price is because we are largely focusing on "What can we do in-house? How can we get smarter, more clever with our very limited resources?"
We just wrapped up Phase 01 and are about to head into Phase 02 on this plan. It's working well.
Slowly
An agreeable pace but well.
The new app-of-the-day, Cara.
Will it be great? No clue!
Will we post there? Probably not!
Why am I offering this part to the news above? I don't want to gate-keep information I have! Recurring theme to my rambles :)
There is a significant chance that someone who says "It makes sense for my personal goals to make Cara" and then that's great.
The key to building a shop or ongoing project is realizing:
There are many paths available
You have to figure out what path is right for you
It will be a unique combination exclusive to you -- elements can be shared but ultimately every path is going to have it's own unique aspects
This path will change over time
You have to tinker constantly
That's part of the fun :)
Final Link List Now That I Am Done Talking Above Image is My Producer's Reaction When I Finish Talking
Netherworld Post Office shop
Netherworld Post Office Let's Occasionally Stay in Touch email signup
Netherworld Post Office first draft writeup on how to make zines, a tumblr post, because I love zines
Netherworld Post Office final disclaimer for reasons: Your art path is your own, it will look unique to you, it will share elements with many other folks but at the very core? It is unique to you :) All above is shared purely in hopes of giving back to the small art shop community that helped get me to where I am
Cheers everyone
I hope we all make it :)
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pinky promise / pierre gasly
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day 26: promise (part of one-word november prompts!)
word count: 0.9k
pairing: pierre gasly x bff! reader
summary: you learn that pierre is leaving alpha tauri at the same time as everyone else. turns out, you had expected him to warn you about his departure sooner that the rest.
author's note: well turns out I'm dumb and i posted day 27 before this one jajdjskj hope you enjoy it still and sorry for the delays! I'm really into the wc and the days just pass me by. I'll try to get the last prompts done asap <33
the announcement that pierre would be leaving alpha tauri at the end of the year to join alpine for next season caught you by surprise. it's not that you didn't know that he was looking for some other team to move into, to keep on growing, but you thought that he was just thinking ahead, for the distant future. after all, he had his seat secured in the team, and didn't leave any clue that would indicate to you that he wasn't happy with the team. because of all of this, you couldn't ever know that he would be leaving so soon, so you couldn't be prepared to say goodbye just yet.
after so many years working together, you already knew all his cues, just as he knew yours. the friendship you two had developed during the race weekends had transferred into your personal lives outside of the track too, and he was one of your closest friends. that's why it was so weird to you to have learned about his departure from the team through social media, and that he hadn't made an effort to tell you privately before. you weren't necessarily mad at him, just disappointed that he hadn't trusted you enough.
you weren't avoiding him and the inevitable goodbye that would come, whether you like it or not, soon enough, but you had changed your work station for the day: instead of working from his drivers room, the one he had kindly offered you to work on, claiming that he never used it and you needed the quiet space more, you were doing a bit of light work in a little office yuki's assistant gave you. even though you weren't actually acomplishing any of the task due to your racing thoughts, the knocks you heard on the door startled you more.
"didn't see you at all today, chérie. were you hiding from me?" pierre said in a jokingly tone, while handing you a coffee. it was his way of waving a white flag, to offer peace. a way of saying he wasn't here to fight. when you ignored him and didn't take the cup from his hand, he deposited it near your computer, on the desk you had all your stuff dispersed in, and sat across from you. you said, sounding more annoyed that you initially pretended to. "if i wanted to hide, you wouldn't have found me so easily, gasly".
"woah there, using my surname, are you angry at me?"
you turned down the screen of your computer to assure him you were listening, and rubbed your hands on your face in a sign of fustration, mostly towards you, due to the attitude you were giving him even though he didn't deserve it. "i'm sorry, okay? it took me by surprise. you didn't tell me anything" you murmured, a bit disappointed that he hadn't trusted you enough to tell you the news beforehand. he leaned in onto the desk, and took your hands between his. "i was dying to tell you, chérie, i swear. but they told me no one could know. not even charles knew".
sighing, you assured him, slowly circling the back of his hand with your thumb "no, i get it". he stayed quiet, knowing that you had more to say, and after a few seconds, you continued talking. "it's just that it will be so different without you here". pierre smiled, taking one of his hands towards your cheek to caress it slowly, and you leaned into his touch. "i'm sure you'll get on with nyck just fine, he's a great kid". you laughed a bit, knowing that the dutch was a year older than him, and he still called him 'kid'. after a bit, the joke subsided and you went right back into your gloomy mood, not being able to look into his crystal clear eyes. "but it won't be the same, pierre, you're my best friend" you whined, and he laughed a bit at your dramatization. "promise we'll stay close, even if don't work here anymore".
pierre kicked lightly your feet under the table to get your attention again. he earned a glare in return, but he was satisfied to have your y/e/c eyes looking into his again. to look at him. "how could i forget you, ma cherie?" he furrowed his brows, tilting his head. "we are neighbours still, you remember, right?" he stood up, walking towards you and situating himself behind your chair, massaging your shoulders softly. "we'll always have pizza tuesday to catch up, no?" he mentioned, trying to make you remember all the little things that, even if he was going to work with another team, would remain still for the two of you. "unless you're already tired of me". you jokingly elbowed him, a bit angry that he had assumed such thing, while saying "don't be silly, pierre". due to your eyes facing the other way, you didn't see exactly where the hit had landed, but when he crouched by your side you thought you had punched him way too hard. what you didn't know was that he was faking it, and in the second where you let your defense down, he was already tickling you. once he saw how red you were, he was satisfied, and stopped the attack on your ribs. you hit him again. "that was rude, p.". he laughed with his full chest now, and made you stand up to get ready to leave the little office. "come, they're waiting for us to take the final photo" he encouraged. you pouted when you heard him say 'final', knowing that next year he would be taking this exact same photo dressed with another teamwear, and with a different team surrounding him.
"don't be silly, y/n. I'll bring you back to me as soon as I can, okay? pinky promise."
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obsessed enemy yandere (a bit of nsfw and degrading)
enemies who are in denial at first. it's normal to think of your rival often, right? for motivation. to work harder. study harder. develop more self control. become perfect. better.
it really was innocent at first. you were just motivation, just a fellow competitor but when you look at someone for so long, spend so much time bitterly looking at their social media, being almost constantly compared to them, well. it's only natural for them to think of you in every single moment of their lives. they dreamt of you. they thought of you. they ate to the thought of what your favorite foods were, they worked out to the thought of you blushing when looking at their physique, they showered to the thought of what your showering routine was, every moment was dedicated to being better than you.
soon, it became all they talked about. when something or someone plagues your every thought, it's only natural for them to dominate your conversations as well. (doesnt help that people encouraged it, love.) they were self aware, of course. it's hard not to be when their friends roll their eyes when they bring you up again, show them another selfie "it's obvious they're using a filter here, how come no one else sees this?!" "its so obvious they're trying to show off their trophies on purpose, they're so fucking conceited." but eventually, they're friends give them concerned looks instead of playful insults, nervous laughs and nods instead of scoffing and encouraging more insults. when your competitor is all you ever talk about, people suddenly start getting very concerned about you but do they care? no. they drop their friends. they need to focus on beating you.
everything they do, every minute, every second of their life is dedicated to you. dedicated to trying to get better than you, best you at every turn but stalking your social media wasn't enough. you didn't post often enough. text posts sure but actual visuals? of your room, your face, fucking ANYTHING!? no. they didn't understand. you were beautiful, successful, smart, athletic, perfect but you never bragged about it so what was the point?! (do you have any idea how famous you could get if you just gave it even a little bit of your attention? your lack of awareness makes me fucking sick.) but again. it wasn't enough. they needed to see you. see you every moment of the day because obviously you were hiding something, right? right?! you- you have to be hiding something! some secret training regime or studying technique, there has to be something that makes you so fucking perfect!
they didn't even realize they were doing it at first, honestly. following you around, memorizing your schedule, watching you, planting microphones everywhere, it just seemed like the normal, right thing to do. (you knew i was going to break in, didn't you? that's why you left your underwear right in the open, right? to distract me from my mission, to hide whatever secrets you have in here. it wont work. you can't seduce me like this, even when the urge to hold it up to my nose is so strong. there has to be something in the air, right? you fucking slut. i'm gonna beat you and finally, finally you'll see how great i am. how worthy i am of your attention.) they couldn't find whatever secret you were hiding but maybe they just weren't looking hard enough. it has to be here, somewhere... of course! there has to be a- a puzzle! obviously! god, maybe your dirty clothes did distract them! they quickly started taking pictures of everything, anything that could be a clue or a hint or something, they'd find out exact what you were hiding from them.
they couldn't find it. they were going in circles. it had been weeks and nothing, no changes and it seemed like you were drifting farther and farther away, hanging out with some cunt that wasn't even a quarter on your level. some fucking loser that didn't deserve your time. they stumbled around in conversation with you, barely able to keep up with your elegance but they somehow managed to trick you into thinking they were worth breathing your air, taking up your time, touching your skin, trying to romance you. they were lying to you. they didn't fucking deserve you. (i fucking hate you. how do i keep losing to you yet here you are, humoring this fucking idiot? you know you're above them. you know you're superior, you fucking know it and yet here you are. are they gaslighting you? tricking you? drugging you? are they your secret? do they know what makes you so... perfect..?)
they didn't expect you to look so devastated when your new friend went missing. sure, they expected a bit of shock but then you'd get right back into it, right back into the rivalry you two shared! you would see the hints they left you, the secrets, the clues that lead you right to them so the two of you could finally battle it out and see whos better! they'd finally taste your blood, feel your flesh between their teeth, smell your sweat up close and personal, tug on your hair, hear your whines and moans of pain right in their ear, feel your body against theirs... but after an entire week you were still sad! (seeing you cry and not by losing to me is... it leaves a sour, disgusting taste in my mouth. it makes me want to throw up. why are you so hung up on them? i'm right here. look at me. focus on me again. i just got rid of the thing that was distracting you, you should be thanking me!) so there was only one thing left to do.
purge them from your system. make you focus on the rivalry again. you understand, don't you, love? you'll be thanking me when you get back to normal and forget that fucking mistake.
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hello i’ve got some thoughts and updates for this blog.
i’ve been on a bit of burnout for a while, including life outside of writing. naturally the termination has sped up that burnout. i’m exhausted and struggling to be graceful about it, but that’s to be expected. i’m not one to sit on my feelings even though i’ve lacked the energy to write. which really bites because that’s my number-one passion really.
however i’ve taken some time to relax by diverting my attention away from social media and niji streams. i’ve relearned an old hobby and splurged a little too much on a new one, and i kind of can’t believe how much i missed drawing on real paper with a real pen and pencil. and thank god the love and deepspace sponsorship wrapped up before the termination, because that game has me in not just a chokehold but like one of those umbilical cords from astral projection. the silver cord? that
i’ve been watching other vtubers lately as well. i’ve always considered adding holostars en to my list but hesitated because everything else on my blog was niji-related.
consider this confirmation that i will be adding holostars’ tempus hq, vanguard and armis, and first stage productions’ avallum to my list of characters i will write for. i admit i’m not as familiar with armis, but i’ll be paying closer attention in the near future as i branch out from strictly watching niji only.
(might also be adding idol corp’s e-sekai? maybe? i watch them once every few months and i haven’t seen pochi or yuko stream since they debuted 💀 no clue on their gen 2 either)
i’ll be overhauling my masterpost for organization soon. so apologies for the horrors about to come… to be clear i will not delete any of my writing so don’t worry!
i’m unsure how much niji i’ll write in the future. give me some time to think as the situation hopefully cools down. i appreciate your patience.
and who knows maybe i’ll write for non-vtuber fandoms too
i think it’s about time i clean my inbox out soon too. i‘ll answer what asks i can and delete the remaining ones. i’ve had a few requests sitting in my inbox for nearly a year now and i’ve recently realized how stressed i was over them and learned about some boundaries i didn’t know i had beforehand, among other things, so so it’s about time i face them head-on. i apologize if i never got to your request! please don’t take it personally if i don’t answer your request. but above all else thank you for being patient, understanding, and kind enough to send in a request. even though i tend to bite off more than i can chew i always get so happy whenever i see a notif in my inbox and i appreciate your time for a little unit 4402.
even though i’m not watching niji streams atm i’m hesitant to stop writing for them because, like, i keep thinking of this clip of doppio saying he feels like he’s allowed to buy healthy/organic food because of fan support and donations, and among other reasons... it’s very easy to make conclusions on people you only know through a screen and i just can’t bring myself to cut them out so abruptly, even if i’m a fan creator on a site none of them use.
idk when i’ll post next and it feels nice to say that. i usually try to post once every 2 weeks, but considering how i’m trying not to think about niji right now and am instead embracing other parts of my life, i dunno. it’s nice. this blog is a major source of joy for me and it feels like i’m preserving what makes it so special for me instead of turning it into a chore. hopefully with time and rest i’ll have a clearer idea of where to go from here.
that’s pretty much everything on my mind, i think? thank you for bearing with me and my yapping. i hope to return soon and that the next time you see me, my blog will be cleaner, more expansive, and with a fresh mindset. take care of yourselves and don’t get immersed in toxicity. don’t forget to do what you love 💛
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