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alwaysonf1 · 6 months

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lewis is doing what?

Pairing: Charles LeClerc x Hamilton!OC

Genre: Slice of Life; Fluff

Word Count: 3k

Warning: Changes in the timeline for the sake of the story.

Rating: PG-13

Author's Note: This is my first F1 fic, which makes me nervous so why not start with a series.

Many Drive to Survive haters like to pretend everything that comes from the show and what it’s about are beneath them. That they couldn’t possibly care, and that the only important thing is the race on Sunday. And yet the day after the latest season drops you can find them amongst the chaos trying to figure out what the hell were all those hints about a new form of content that F1 plans to release.

Interwoven with the usual storylines and mild dramatics there was a lot of talk about how drivers show their families the support they’re given. How they show up for them in their careers and bits of their lives. It was weird at first, but then it sent off alarm bells when an almost fourth wall breaking moment happened where the Netflix team was blatantly dismissed.

“I think we have this one Netflix, but thanks for the help.” Those were the exact words spoken by the head of marketing as she closed the door to a room where you get a glimpse of team paraphernalia but see no faces.

Every social platform that you can find an F1 fan on has it trending and the conversations (and screams into the void) are fast paced. But Twitter is where the real unhinged and brain cell losing behavior is happening.

And the most accurate guessing.

Almost everyone within the community is discussing what that snippet could mean. Is it the end of DTS as they know it? The end of it completely? Are F1 and Netflix severing ties? Will F1 be taking over? Is this some little game they're playing with their viewers to keep them tuned in? Is it something completely different? What the actual fuck is going on?

In the middle of those questions are those who think themselves a genius or are delusional enough that they can’t help but form some wild ideas of what’s to come.

Someone must be retiring. Multiple people are retiring. There’s going to be a reality show ala Keeping Up with the Verstappens, where everyone learns that Max’s little trauma dumpy memories with Jos are just the surface level of how insane that man is. Someone is getting married. Someone is getting married to another driver. A nepo baby is going to become the “voice of the fandom” and host a show about the drivers during race weekends and it’s going to be all the wrong things. A dating show for all the singles. A behind the scenes at the lives of drivers and their families, but like Family Feud. And the penultimate dude bro dream of them getting to spend the season hanging out with drivers and get confirmation that their toxic thoughts that alienate most of the fan base is true.

After about twenty-four hours it all dies down. Everyone is still wondering, but they don’t feel like they’re losing their minds while they try to be the one who can say they were right when they news drops.

As if timed, the second that F1 drops in trends the F1 admin drops a graphic with the faces of six people who are clearly positioned like the thinking face emoji on every platform that they use. In the captions it says: Week in the Life - Sibling Edition.

If Twitter was home to the first wave of screaming, it belongs to Tumblr the second go round. Everyone is so excited for the content that someone must have thrown up from how aggressively happy they feel. Everyone is talking about who they want it to be and what content they’d love to see from which sibling. Those who make gifs are especially excited to get everything they can, though they won’t be outdone by those whose brains and fingers will be entities on their own once they get hold of a singular moment that will inspire the fic of everyone’s dreams.

Those who always have something negative to say are there as usual, but they aren’t as loud or upset as they often are. Being nosy doesn’t stop just because you want to pretend that you only care about the race, as if someone doesn’t have a file of screenshots from all the times, they’ve attacked the character of a driver for something not race related at all.

The reaction to this is the kind that instills faith in what is being done. The kind of thing that tells all the upper management who didn’t like it that it was a good idea, but also puts a certain bit of weight on the content team. They need this to deliver. Need to keep the hype, especially since the first episode doesn’t drop until the start of December and they’ve already recorded half the series so a failure could stop the rest.

So once the Singapore GP ends, Daniel Ricciardo’s face is no longer gray. You get to see that goofy smile and wink. You’d think they told everyone he was getting a permanent seat with a three year contract with the reception to it.

It’s Charles Leclerc for Japan.

Lance Stroll for Qatar.

Carlos Sainz for COTA.

Alex Albon for Mexico.

And coming off his first P1 of the season, Lewis Hamilton for Brazil.

For the next week or so if a tweet isn’t about excitement, disdain, or shock in regard to this new F1 exclusive content, it has a certain main character at its center.

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x black!reader #f1 x reader #f1 x black!reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x black!reader #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fan fiction #f1 fanfic #f1 fan fiction #f1 imagine

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agendabymooner · 7 months

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𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 !!! 𝐥𝐧𝟒 — 𝐭𝐰𝐨

☼ LANDO NORRIS RETWEETED

chapter summary: lando norris is beginning to show his true colours after honey-sue announced her third album release and her participation in a special event occurring in three months — maybe he’s just excited to see her during the monaco gp?

OR f1 fans are noticing that his twitter timeline is being taken over by posts about the famous british youtuber/musician.

content warning: use of explicit language, ofc’s discography is based on lana del rey’s albums and songs, insta + twitter posts, mentions of cigarette + alcohol consumption, mentions anxiety, short jokes, “liked by pierre gasly”

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

tagged sidemen

liked by landonorris, maxfewtrell, pierregasly

chrismd oh geez can’t wait to share lockers with you i guess 🤥

suemehoney god forbid i’d actually see some kneecaps on you, dixon 😳

user1 stop violating him oh my god 🫣😩

stephentries_ finally 🙃 the better lewis playing for the match liked by suemehoney

zerkaa one of the boooooyz 😩💪 liked by suemehoney

bambinobecky my favourite pick me 😭🫡 liked by suemehoney

suemehoney actually give me a kiss plz 🥵

user2 “liked by landonorris” 💀

user3 honey is officially a victim of “liked by pierregasly” 😭😭😭🫡

user4 what’re these f1 people doing in honey’s insta??? 😳

user5 didn’t mean to invade y’all— but we couldn’t contain lando and pierre in the horny jail so we had to check out what’s the fuss ourselves

user4 understood

liked by landonorris, pierregasly, miniminter

user1 OKAY SERVE SIS SERVE

user2 i’ll kiss you in the mouth if you do the spoon necklace again 😩

ksi 😭😭 liked by suemehoney

wroetoshaw i’ll be the first to cry when it first come out liked by suemehoney

r0sielewis 🥵 liked by suemehoney

niko they better play this at my funeral liked by suemehoney

suemehoney i’ll even dj it for you neeko 😚🤭

user3 yo these f1 drivers are wiiiiild 😭

user4 “liked by landonorris” 💀

user5 “liked by pierregasly” 😅 can’t believe this shit

user6 can’t even have shit in this economy

HONEY HONEY

william ya shit! who is this man??? he goes on to say that this lunch is important but he isn’t here??? tf am i doing here? i could be doing something else!

WILLIAM²

honey calm down m8 😅 lando said he’ll be here in five minutes that’s what max said at least why don’t you grab some alcohol

HAROLDINHO

and get her pissed in monaco at 1 in the afternoon? are you insane? do you want to die?

WILLIAM²

allow it? it’s her vacation harold— let her drink if she wants to drink

HONEY HONEY

i took my anxiety meds this morning you fuckin numpty 😭 if i drink now it’ll be nothing but a trip to the hospital for me

WILLIAM²

right. shit sorry. maybe take some breather? filly’s more than willing to walk around with you before we order. i’ll talk to max about lando 🙏 the idiot isn’t always this late so this is unusual

HONEY HONEY

you better 😐 i should’ve brought cigarettes

HAROLDINHO

shut your mouth. if i see a single stick i’m shoving it down your throat.

HONEY HONEY

oh fuck off. you’ve had worse than nicotine. bitch.

MAX 😚

m8 🤠 the more time you spend in front of a mirror the more time you lose with your lover girl

LANDO 🥵

fuck off im nervous

MAX 😚

lad 😭 she’s not going to bite you. she doesn’t even want to talk to people what makes you think she’d want to deliberately talk to you?

LANDO 🥵

that’s even worse 😭😭 i’m omw. seriously. i just need to make sure i look decent enough 🙄

MAX 😚

you might have to do some explaining to w2s about you retweeting posts about his sister though 😅 the whole “lando norris retweeted” spiel is becoming a trend and uh it’s not a good look for you

LANDO 🥵

MAX FOR FUCKS SAKE!

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xxshadowbabexx · 1 month

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Johnny “Soap” MacTavish NSFW Alphabet

Thank you @chamomiletealeaf for picking who I did this for!

A- Aftercare (What does it look like?)

You’ll cuddle for a bit, the. he’ll go to clean you both off in the shower. Something that typically ends with one of you receiving oral. After the showed he checks in with you to see if you need anything and meets those needs, lastly he puts on some dumb show for hin to watch as you sleep in his arms.

B- Body count (How many people have they fucked)

You don’t want to know. He can’t count that high.

C- Cum (Where do they do it? How much is there?)

Prefers to finish on your ass but has no problem blowing his load on your face. His cum is thick and white, salty with a tangy undertone. You’re not sure if it’s gross or yummy, but either way you want it all over you.

D- Daydreaming (How often do they find themselves having dirty (day)dreams about their partner)

Probably once a day-ish. If he’s on deployment he tends to jerk himself off when he’s taking watch and the others sleep. Although he’s not as quiet as he thinks and his squad definitely knows what’s happening.

E- Emotion (Do they fuck when angry? Excited? Do they get emotional after?)

Excited for sure. You got a promotion? Well now he’s ready to reward you. You moved in together? Dick is standing at attention.

F- Famous (Would they ever be a camgirl/boy? How popular would their channel be?)

He would totally be like John Kilo (if you don’t know who he is check him out on twitter). Absolutely fucks the weirdest shit for likes and views and it works. Mans channel is always trending.

G- Goated (What are they the absolute best at?)

Johnny can make anyone feel like the most fuckable person on the planet. Something about how he looks at you while doing the nasty makes you feel like you’re insanely desirable, sexy, and just wanted.

H- Hair (How much do they shave? Does the carpet match the drapes? Do they mind hair on their partner?)

He really doesn’t shave, thinks it’s a waste of time. His pubes are a shade or two lighter than the hair on his head.

I- Intimacy (How intimate are they during it?)

Not really intimate at all, but the foreplay? Wildly intimate.

J- Joking (How serious are they during the deed?)

Pretty serious actually. Johnny wants to please, and although he’ll never admit it, he’ll be embarrassed if he messes up in bed. It’s not that he doesn’t love to laugh with you- because he does, it’s more than that. He watched a lot of porn throughout his life, and assumes that people want sex a certain way. Rough, filled with dirty talk, etc.

K- Kinks (Their five biggest)

Sensory play. He likes having his senses taken away to accentuate his other senses, or to do it to you. Would love it if you put a blindfold over him eyes, taking turns stroking his cock with your hand and giving it kitten licks. He loves never knowing what’s coming next.

Voyeurism. He loves letting his squad (mainly his Lt) watch your reactions as he pleasures you.

Dacryphilia is something he adores. Your fucked out, teary face is a sight he could never get enough of.

Begging is also a huge turn on for him. Feed his ego by telling him how much you just need his thick cock, how it’s the only one you could ever want. How he’s the only one.

Breeding. Even if you don’t have a vagina/means to get pregnant let him play into his fantasies. Let him talk about how he’s gonna breed you so good, get you full of his kin. Even if it’s improbable.

L- Location (Where are they down to fuck?)

It’s something about that damn couch. He needs to rail you there as the springs creak. Needs to fuck you until the cushions are soiled and nasty and your naked body leaves a permanent imprint.

Plus, loves seeing your guys’s mates sit on that couch with no idea how well used it really is.

M- Music (Do they like to listen to songs during the deed? If so what ones?)

You can ask, but it’s a no. Music covers the sound of skin hitting skin, covers your whispered gasps and his whiny moans. Who wants that?

N- No (Something they would never do)

No watersports/shit play. Johnny is willing to try most kinks at least once, but not those.

O- Orgy (Will they ever have group sex? If so with who?)

Basically anyone tbh. He has no problem going to a house party and having an orgy with complete strangers (it’s a miracle he doesn’t have an STD yet).

P- Position (What position do they favorite? Are they the giver/receiver in the position?)

Doggy style 110%. Doesn’t matter if he’s the one fucking you or if you’re fucking him up the ass. He loves this position. Loves spanking you of having his moans muffled by the sheets. Truly the ideal position for him.

Q- Quirks (Do they have any weird traits in bed?)

If you have the ability to, Soap would love to breastfeed from you. Boobies are just so perfect to him, and your milk tastes so good! If you ever have a child you’ll have to buy formula because Johnny is a greedy man and will be drinking everything you produce himself.

R- Rough (What’s their pace?)

Thrusts are quick, deep, and bloody hard. Never gives you a moment to catch your breath, and frankly he can’t catch his either.

S- Stamina (How many rounds can they last?)

Three to four rounds, but the rounds are short. He cums fast when he’s with you and he isn’t ashamed to admit it. But don’t worry, he makes up for it by using his mouth and hands on you for hours.

T- Toys (Do they use em? What ones? On their partner or themselves?)

Owns a fleshlight, bullet vibrator, and vibrating nipple clamps. Bought all three of them to use on himself but has no problem using them on a partner, or letting his partner use them on him.

U- Urgent (Their opinions on quickies)

Bloody loves them. Loves finishing all over you when he knows you’ll have to walk around coated in his semen for the rest of the day because you didn’t have time to shower before leaving for work. Consider it his way of marking you as his.

V- Volume (How loud are they in bed?)

So fucking loud the entire neighborhood will hear how he whines your name as he slips into you, moans as your lips wrap around his cock, and curses as he empties himself all over the swell of your ass.

W- WorldWideWeb (What sex things have they googled? What’s their porn history?)

Porn history contains a lot of lactation kinks, as well as bondage. Watches hetero and homosexual porn pretty equally, it all depends on his mood.

X- Xtra (A fun lil random fact)

On the down low, really wants to try sounding, but needs to look into the mechanics more first before he brings it up.

Y- Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

As I said before, he liked to jerk off daily. So sex drive? Through the mother fucking roof.

Z- Zzz (How fast do they fall asleep after sex?)

He’ll stay up for an hour or two, watching something or playing a video game while you sleep in his arms.

taglist

@theloneshadow24 @frogtowne @ladyxtiger @whitetiger846

#johnny mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #john mactavish x reader #captain mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap mw2

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rylem33 · 3 months

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Influenced

Alexandra and her friends, Mia, Jenna, and Chris, wove their way through the crowded space of their favorite spot in town. They were in search of a table where they could sit and enjoy each other’s company. Mia, with her knack for spotting opportunities in a sea of chaos, pointed to a table in the corner that promised a bit of seclusion.

From their corner view, they sat and listened to the music and chatted about their days. With a sudden burst of enthusiasm, Alexandra declared it was time for a group selfie. Standing, she expertly angled her phone to capture the moment—their smiling faces, the warmth of the overhead lights, the background hum of the crowd around them. After a few attempts, filled with laughter and playful complaints about blinking at the wrong moment, they captured the perfect shot. After examining the photo, Chris, raising his glass in a toast, dubbed Alexandra the “selfie queen,” a title that was met with unanimous approval. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alexandra’s afternoon had been perfectly ordinary until her phone erupted with a relentless barrage of notifications. This can’t be right, she thought, silencing the device only for it to vibrate again with an urgency that felt almost apocalyptic. Picking it up, she saw her Twitter app alight with activity. Why would anyone be tweeting at me? Confused, she tapped into the app, her heart rate accelerating as she saw her name trending.

What on earth…? Her eyes widened in disbelief as she scrolled through the tweets, each one a variation of accusation and speculation. A video, blurry and shaky, depicted a woman giving a blowjob. The man was clearly the rapper, Johan, but the woman was hard to recognize. Yet, somehow, everyone had decided the woman was her. This isn’t me. How can they not see it’s not me?

Her phone buzzed with a text from her best friend, Mia:

Mia: Hey, saw Twitter. This is crazy! That’s not you in the video, right?

Alexandra: Of course not! I don’t understand how this is happening. 😞

As she tried to draft a response to the accusations online, her thoughts were a jumble of frustration and disbelief. I need to fix this. Fast.

Another text came through, this time from her brother, Daniel:

Daniel: Alex, please tell me you’re okay. Mom’s freaking out about this Twitter thing. You’re denying it, right?

Alexandra: I’m trying to, but it’s like a tidal wave. I don’t know how to stop it.

She posted a tweet in her defense, her fingers trembling as she typed:

Alexandra: To everyone who’s seen the video going around: That is NOT me. I have no idea how this started, but please stop spreading lies.

Instead of quelling the storm, her post seemed to fuel it further. Comments poured in, a mix of support and vitriol.

RandomUser1: Yeah right, that’s what they all say. #cancelAlexandra

SupportiveStranger: I believe you. This mob mentality is out of control.

Watching the numbers of her followers increase was like observing a car crash in slow motion—horrific yet mesmerizing. Is this really happening to me?

Throughout the evening, the situation escalated. More friends reached out, each message a mix of concern and curiosity. Her social media feeds were a battleground of opinions, and amidst the chaos, Alexandra noticed something unexpected—a surge in followers.

People are following me because of this? Why? .

Her phone buzzed again, breaking her train of thought. It was another message from Mia.

Mia: This is insane. You’re at 1k followers now. Some people are defending you. Maybe this can be turned around?

Alexandra paused, the gears in her mind beginning to turn. Turned around? How? The seed of an idea was planted, but she shook it off, focusing instead on the immediate firestorm.

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Alexandra woke to the sound of notifications on her phone. The follower count had jumped overnight—10,000 and climbing. This is getting out of control.

Her thumb hovered over the Twitter app, unsure of what to do. Opening it, she braced herself for the onslaught of opinions about her. The tweet she had posted in her defense had become a battleground.

TrendChaser: Clearly looking for her 15 mins of fame. #AlexandraExposed

DigitalDefender: Misidentification happens. Give her a break. #JusticeForAlexandra

Mixed in with the condemnation and conspiracy theories were messages of support, and bizarrely, admiration. People are actually siding with me. They’re… fans?

Her contemplation was interrupted by a new text from Mia.

Mia: You’re trending again. And not just on Twitter. Have you seen Instagram and TikTok? You need to capitalize on this, Alex. Before someone else does.

Alexandra: Capitalize? Mia, my life is being turned upside down. How am I supposed to “capitalize” on that?

Mia: Think about it. You’ve always said you wanted a bigger platform for your art. This could be it, in a weird way. Use the attention.

Use the attention? Alexandra had long craved recognition for her graphic design work, but was this the way? Yet, a growing part of her that whispered of opportunity grew louder. Could I really turn this nightmare into something… beneficial?

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With a mix of excitement and trepidation, Alexandra prepared to share her work with the world. She carefully selected a few of her favorite pieces, each one representing hours of dedication and a piece of her soul. She photographed them in the best light, ensuring the colors popped and the textures spoke through the digital medium.

Her first post was a painting she was particularly proud of, a swirling abstract piece that, to her, represented the chaos and beauty of the natural world. She captioned it with a quote from one of her favorite artists and a brief commentary on what the piece meant to her.

“In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you.” – Deepak Chopra. This piece is my attempt to capture that stillness amidst the chaos of life. Hope it speaks to you as it does to me. #ArtistsOfInstagram #AbstractArt

The reactions were immediate. Many of her followers, drawn in by her usual content of lifestyle and fashion, were surprised but impressed by this new dimension of Alexandra’s creativity.

Fan1: Wow, didn’t know you were an artist too! This is amazing 😍

Fan2: Love seeing this side of you! You’re beautiful and talented. Please share more!

However, not all the feedback was positive. Among the genuine appreciation, there were those who saw this as a departure from the content they followed her for, and they didn’t hesitate to voice their skepticism.

Skeptic1: Seems like everyone’s an artist these days. Looking for a quick claim to fame by showing off some colors and calling it art.

Skeptic2: Attention seeker much? Stick to what you know. This art thing isn’t for you.

The mixed reactions left Alexandra feeling both vindicated and vulnerable. She had hoped her art would be received with open minds, yet the criticism stung, feeding into her insecurities.

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Alexandra and Mia had found a quiet corner in the restaurant where they could catch up. It had been weeks since they last had a moment together, just the two of them.

Mia sipped her drink, watching Alexandra with a mix of concern and curiosity. “So, talk to me,” she said. “How are you handling all… this?” She gestured vaguely, encompassing not just the restaurant, but the entirety of the situation that had swallowed Alexandra whole.

Alexandra shrugged, her phone resting beside her cup, its screen lighting up every few seconds with new notifications. “I have over 100k followers. It’s overwhelming,” she admitted, a frown creasing her brow. “One minute, I’m just me, and the next, I’m this… person everyone has an opinion about.”

Mia nodded, reaching out to gently tap the phone. “And this… is helping? Or making it worse?”

Before Alexandra could answer, the phone buzzed again, its insistent glow pulling her gaze away from Mia. She picked it up, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face, which quickly morphed into reluctant fascination. “Sorry,” she mumbled, swiping through the notifications. “It’s just—”

Mia sighed, leaning back in her chair. “It’s like you’re not even here. You’re with me, but you’re not with me, you know?”

Alexandra looked up, her attention torn. “I know, I know. It’s just hard to ignore. Every buzz could be something important, something else I have to deal with.” Her voice was a mix of justification and frustration, the weight of her new reality settling on her shoulders.

Mia watched her friend, the transformation palpable even in such a simple act as checking her phone. “But is it really that important? More important than the people right in front of you?”

The question hung in the air. Alexandra set the phone down, face-up, as if bracing for the next assault. “It’s all important, Mia. These notifications, the followers, the comments—they’re how I build my business. This was your idea, and now that it’s gained traction, I can’t just ignore it.”

“I know, but at what cost, Alex?” Mia’s voice was gentle, but her eyes were sharp. “Look at you. You’re here but not here.”

Alexandra opened her mouth to protest, but the truth of Mia’s words silenced her.

The phone buzzed again, more insistent this time, but Alexandra ignored it. She took a deep breath, pushing the device to the side. “You’re right,” she conceded, a small wave of defeat washing over her. “It’s just… hard to balance.”

Mia reached across the table, covering Alexandra’s hand with her own. “I get it. This is all new, and it’s huge. But don’t lose sight of what’s real, okay?”

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Alexandra stared at her phone. She received an email from a brand that, under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t have considered aligning with. The brand was known for its flashy, fast-fashion ethos, and Alexandra was confused why they would reach out to her.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Collaboration Opportunity with FastFashGlam!

Dear Alexandra,

We’ve been following your rise on social media with great interest. Your style, your voice, and your ability to connect with your audience are exactly what FastFashGlam looks for in our brand ambassadors. We believe you represent the bold, dynamic spirit of our collections, and we would love to explore a partnership with you.

This collaboration would include exclusive pieces from our upcoming line for you to showcase, along with competitive compensation and the opportunity for massive exposure across our channels.

We’re excited about the possibility of working together to bring fresh, fashionable looks to your audience.

Best,

The FastFashGlam Team

Reading the email, Alexandra felt a mix of flattery and discomfort. FastFashGlam? Their stuff is cute, but… it’s all fast fashion. Doesn’t exactly scream ‘sustainable. She debated ignoring the offer, not wanting to compromise her values for the sake of exposure.

However, the mention of “competitive compensation” and “massive exposure” gnawed at her, tempting her with the possibilities. Could this be the break I need to really fund my art?

After much deliberation, she decided to respond, seeking clarification, and perhaps, negotiating better terms that could align more closely with her budding principles.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Collaboration Opportunity with FastFashGlam

Dear FastFashGlam Team,

Thank you for reaching out and for your kind words about my work. I’m flattered by your interest and intrigued by the opportunity to collaborate. However, I have a few concerns regarding sustainability and ethical practices within the fashion industry.

I strive to promote brands that align with these values. Could you provide more information on FastFashGlam’s commitments to sustainability and ethical fashion? Additionally, could you elaborate on the terms of the compensation and exposure?

Looking forward to hearing from you,

Alexandra

The reply came swiftly, the brand keen to secure her as an influencer. They glossed over her concerns about sustainability with vague assurances and buzzwords but were significantly more transparent about the financial incentives and the scale of exposure they were offering.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Collaboration Opportunity with FastFashGlam

Dear Alexandra,

We appreciate your thoughtful response and your commitment to sustainability. FastFashGlam is actively exploring ways to incorporate more eco-friendly practices into our production processes. We’re excited about the future and hope you’ll join us on this journey.

Regarding compensation, we are prepared to offer you a substantial package, including a generous upfront payment and a commission on sales generated through your promotion. The exposure includes featuring you prominently across all our social media platforms, with a combined reach of over 5 million followers.

We believe this partnership could be mutually beneficial, and we’re eager to welcome you to the FastFashGlam family.

Warm regards,

The FastFashGlam Team

Alexandra found herself at a crossroads. The opportunity was too good to pass up, even if it meant compromising, just this once, on her ideals. It’s just a stepping stone, she rationalized, a way to get my foot in the door. I can always be more selective in the future.

With a heavy heart but eyes wide open to the possibilities, she drafted her acceptance.

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First Post

So excited to finally share this with you all! 🌟 I’m thrilled to announce my partnership with @FastFashGlam, a brand that embodies the boldness and vibrancy I strive for every day. This is more than just fashion; it’s about making statements and owning your space. Can’t wait to take you on this journey with me. – Alexis 💕 #FastFashGlamXAlexis #NewBeginnings

Fan1: Wow, congrats on the partnership, Alexandra! But…who’s Alexis?

Fan2: Loving the look! But I’m confused, did you change your name?

Fan3: Alexis? Is this a typo or are we witnessing a brand new you?

Second Post

Following the initial confusion, Alexis quickly follows up with a story, a boomerang of herself winking and pointing to the name “Alexis” emblazoned on a custom piece from her FastFashGlam collection. The overlay text reads:

Caught you wondering, didn’t I? 😜 Alexis is not just a name; it’s an evolution. We’re all about growth and embracing the new, aren’t we? Stick around for the ride! 🚀 #AlexisEra #BeBold

CuriousCat: Okay, Alexis, we see you! Loving the energy but gonna miss Alexandra too!

BrandWatcher: Seems like a marketing move, but I’m here for it if it means more fab fashion content!

OldFan: Not sure how I feel about the name change. Hope you’re still the same person at heart.

Third Post

A few days later, a video clip of Alexis talking directly to her followers, wearing another outfit from FastFashGlam, clearly addressing the name change but focusing more on the brand partnership and what her followers can expect in terms of content. She’s radiant, confident, and fully embodying the Alexis persona.

Hey, lovelies! 🌹 I’ve seen your comments and DMs, and I love the engagement. Alexis is more than a name change; it’s about stepping into a larger version of ourselves. And with @FastFashGlam, we’re going to explore so many new styles and ideas. Get ready for exclusive sneak peeks, giveaways, and so much more. Let’s make fashion our playground! 🌈 #AlexisAdventures #FashionForward

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Alexis stood in front of her bedroom mirror, the afternoon light casting a soft glow. She had spent the morning at a high-end salon, getting her hair dyed and styled, and her outfit was a carefully chosen ensemble. She felt a mix of excitement and nerves as she prepared to share her new look with the world. With a practiced smile, Alexis took a series of videos, showcasing not just the clothes and hairstyle but the confidence she was beginning to embody more fully. She selected the best video, one where the light hit just right, making her hair shimmer and her outfit pop. She typed out a caption, a blend of casual chic and strategic tagging of the brands she wore.

New day, new look. 🌟 Thanks to HellaHair for the fabulous hair and @FastFashGlam for this killer outfit. Feeling unstoppable! 💥 What do you think? #FashionForward #StyleInfluencer

She hit post, and almost immediately, the notifications began. Likes, hearts, comments—they flooded in, a tidal wave of validation and critique.

Fan1: OMG, Alexis! You look amazing! 😍

Fan2: Hair goals! Seriously, how do you always get it so perfect?

Fan3: This outfit is everything. NEED to know where I can get those shoes!

Mixed among the adoring fans were comments from her friends, who had stumbled upon the post in their feeds, surprised and a little taken aback by the sudden change.

Mia: Wow, Alex, this is… a lot. When did you go blonde?

Jenna: Looking good, but miss your natural look. Remember when we used to laugh about how high-maintenance those influencers were? 😅

Chris: Impressive, but don’t forget who you are beneath all that glam.

Alexis’s phone buzzed with each new notification, a mix of pride and a twinge of guilt at her friends’ reactions. She knew her transformation was more than skin deep; she was curating a new identity, one post at a time. But seeing her old friends’ mixed reactions brought a moment of reflection. They don’t understand. This is who I need to be now.

Choosing to focus on the positive, Alexis responded to her fans with gratitude and emojis, carefully crafting her replies to maintain her burgeoning influencer persona.

Alexis (replying to Fan1): Thanks, lovely! Your support means the world! 💖

Alexis (to Fan2): A little magic and a lot of hairspray! 😉 Thanks for the love!

She hesitated over her friends’ comments, knowing that her usual, breezy influencer responses wouldn’t suffice. With a sigh, she decided to leave them unanswered for now, not ready to confront the guilt she was feeling.

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Alexis received a group message from her friends.

Mia:Hey everyone, thinking of hitting up our usual spot tonight. It’s been ages since we all hung out. What do you say?

Jenna: I’m in! Could use a break from adulting. Lol.

Chris: Sounds good. Alex, you coming?

Alexis hesitated, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. Her mind was a battlefield. Going out with them… I can’t risk being tagged in some random photo that doesn’t fit the brand I’m building. But how do I say this without sounding mean.

Alexis: I’d love to, but I’ve got so much going on right now. Raincheck?

She could almost hear Mia’s disappointment through the screen.

Mia: You’ve been saying that a lot lately. Everything okay?

Jenna: Yeah, we miss you! It’s not the same without our selfie queen.

Selfie queen. The title stung with irony. If only they knew how much those selfies are calculated now. Not just fun and games anymore.

Chris: Let’s plan something chill then. Just us, no fuss.

The offer was tempting, a call back to simpler times. But Alexis’s mind was already racing ahead, calculating the potential impacts, the way her night would be dissected and discussed by her growing audience. Can I afford a night off? A night being just Alexandra?

Alexis: I really appreciate it, guys. But I’ve got an early morning shoot for a brand partnership. Can’t bail on them. Let’s definitely plan something soon though!

Her response felt hollow, even to her.

Mia: Okay, we get it. Just don’t forget us when you’re famous.

Famous. Alexis opened Twitter and looked at her profile. 1.2M followers. She smiled, putting down her phone.

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Alexis was strolling through the upscale shopping district, her latest designer outfit attracting admiring glances and the occasional whisper of recognition. She was used to it by now—the double-takes, the hushed reverence, the way people seemed to orbit around her presence. It was all part of being Alexis, the influencer, the trendsetter, the icon.

As she paused to peer into the window of a chic boutique, contemplating whether the handbag on display matched her brand’s aesthetic, she felt a sudden, light tap on her shoulder. Turning, she found herself face-to-face with a young man, his eyes wide with the unmistakable glow of fandom.

“Alexis?” he stammered, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief. “I’m such a huge fan. Your posts, your style, everything you do is just… amazing.”

For a moment, Alexis sized him up—his earnest expression, his less-than-fashionable attire. A time ago, she might have smiled, thanked him, even engaged in a brief conversation. But that was before. Before she realized the power of her brand, the importance of maintaining a certain image, a certain distance.

Without missing a beat, Alexis’s demeanor chilled, her voice icy as she replied, “Do you always go around touching strangers? It’s incredibly rude and presumptuous. You should learn some manners.”

The fan’s face fell, his initial excitement curdling into embarrassment as the people nearby turned to watch the exchange. Flustered, he mumbled an apology, but Alexis wasn’t finished.

“And another thing,” she continued, her voice loud enough to draw even more attention, “if you’re going to approach someone like me, at least make an effort to look presentable. This isn’t a meet-and-greet at a discount store.”

With that, she turned on her heel, leaving the fan standing there, diminished and red-faced, as the crowd whispered and chuckled amongst themselves.

But Alexis wasn’t done. Seizing the moment to reinforce her brand’s exclusivity—and to teach a lesson to her followers about the importance of personal boundaries—she pulled out her phone and quickly recorded a video, her voice dripping with disdain as she recounted the encounter.

“Lesson of the day, darlings,” she said to the camera, her tone one of mock-seriousness, “approaching celebrities requires grace and respect. Remember, we’re not your friends; we’re figures of inspiration. Let’s keep it classy, not trashy.”

She posted the video without a second thought, not caring about the fallout for the fan, only considering the engagement such a post would generate. Her followers lapped it up, flooding the comments with praise for her stance, laughing emojis, and commiserations about the lack of respect she faced.

As she continued her day, satisfied with her handling of the situation, Alexis never stopped to consider the impact of her words and actions on that fan—or on her image in the eyes of those who still valued humility and kindness. In her quest to maintain her status, she had lost sight of the person she used to be, the one who would have seen an eager fan, not an opportunity for a lesson in branding.

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Alexis was responding to some followers, when a notification popped up indicating she’d been tagged in an old photo by Mia. Her immediate reaction was irritation.

The photo was from that night they’d dubbed her the “selfie queen,” a candid shot full of genuine smiles and unguarded laughter. It was a stark contrast to the polished, poised images she now favored.

Mia’s caption was simple, a nod to simpler times.

Throwback to when nights were about friends and photos, not followers. Miss these times @Alexis.

The comment section quickly filled with heart emojis and friends reminiscing about the good old days. But Alexis saw red. This didn’t fit the narrative she’d been building. It was too raw, too real. Without thinking, she typed a response that would later haunt her.

Alexis: Wow, some of us have grown up since then and realized life’s about more than just cheap drinks and bad lighting. Maybe try evolving instead of living in the past?

The moment she hit send, part of her knew she’d crossed a line. But it was too late. The damage was done.

It didn’t take long for Mia to text her, the hurt evident in her message.

Mia: Alex, what the hell was that comment about? That photo was about our friendship. Why would you say something so mean?

Alexis: Mia, you don’t get it. I have a brand to maintain, and that photo doesn’t fit. I can’t afford to be dragged down by nostalgia.

Mia: Dragged down? It’s our history, Alex. Since when did you become so… cold?

Alexis: Since I realized that to get ahead, you have to be strategic. You clinging to the past isn’t my problem. I suggest you focus on your own life and leave me to mine.

Mia’s response was a long time coming, and when it arrived, it was tinged with resignation.

Mia: I miss Alexandra. She knew the value of people over likes. Goodbye, Alexis.

Alexis stared at the message, a pang of something like regret tightening in her chest. But she quickly quashed it, telling herself she was making the necessary sacrifices for her future. If they can’t understand that, they were never really my friends.

She went back to her social media, deleting Mia’s tag and moving on to curate her next post, a glossy, impersonal shot of her latest brand partnership. The likes and comments rolled in, a balm to the sting of Mia’s words.

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Alexis stood before the full-length mirror in her opulent bedroom, dressed head to toe in designer wear. Today’s ensemble was for a beach outing. She adjusted the designer sunglasses perched on her head, a subtle yet expensive accessory that shielded her not just from the sun but from the prying eyes of recognition. Her outfit, while seemingly perfect for a leisurely day by the sea, was meticulously chosen for its brand value and the image it projected—an image that was about to be splashed across her social media, perpetuating the luxurious lifestyle her followers envied and admired.

Stepped into paradise 🌴☀️ Sometimes, you just need to escape and find your slice of heaven. #BeachVibes #LivingMyBestLifeBrand Tags: TokenBikinis, SunShades

Finding my balance between the sea and the sky. There’s something magical about starting your day with the sun and the sound of waves. #MorningRoutine #ZenBrand Tags: TokenBikinis, YogaGogo

Every sunset is an opportunity to reset. Feeling grateful for the journey and the beauty that surrounds us. #Gratitude #SunsetLoversBrand Tags: TokenBikinis, DeluxeTravelInc

SunsetChaser: Stunning view, stunning you. 🌅GratefulHeart: This caption 🙌 Your journey is inspiring!

#f2f transformation #personality change #corruption

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blue-jisungs · 9 months

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streamer!bf jeongin

song inspo. item by stray kids!! woo!!

a/n. this jeongin lives 24/7 in my mind ?! also this is the last july jam session piece of writing <\3 oh and thank u @l3visbby for helping me out w this one mwah ily!!

pronouns. not specified/gender neutral

foxI.Ny was a small steamer that started with minecraft videos and tutorials

but with time he blew up, people loving his personality, voice and handsome face ^_^

he’s known for playing with his other 7 friends online, being the youngest amongst them

chill streams r one of his favourites, just playing animal crossing and talking to his fans

or singing

but his fans noticed that sometimes his gaze would linger off in another direction or his smile would become heartwarmingly wide upon seeing something behind his screen

so they were like ‘meh, those r probably his friends, right? he mentioned he lives with someone’

but one day during a q&a session while he’s rambling about some of his future plans connected with vlogging, the fans see a glimpse of hand and someone putting down a bowl of fruit

jeongin smiles, has literal hearts in his eyes… and chat goes crazy bc!! what just happened!! is this his s/o?! he HAS AN S/O?!

and he’s like “umm yeah 😁”

it goes trending and he’s so :(

“y/n i’m so sorry… what do we do now…”

so you discuss it and just… settle on saying that he’s taken and if and when you feel like it, you’ll show up on the stream ^_^

but in the meantime you continue to give him some fruits or water while he’s steaming

the fans go insane once u place a soft kiss on his forehead and run away giggling

like, they already love u

when the day comes… oh boy…

you pop in, smiling shyly and waving; jeongin is just staring at you in awe (as usual) and chat goes crazy

this is your chat now.

you even go trending on twitter

and the people want you on the streams 🫵

what people want, jeongin shall give… and well, you liked it too

so often he goes streaming with you, different kinds of games or just q&ns

animal crossing, the sims, minecraft, league of legends, the witcher, genshin, valorant…. you name it

even cooking simulators

he just wants you to have fun

and his chat js so :((

he’s stealing kisses from you occasionally or just kissing your temple

“good job!” “you’ve got this!” “you did so good, im so proud baby!!”

you two are goals ngl

JEONGIN IS JEALOUS THO BC THE FANS KEEP EDITING YOU TOO

“guys… i beg… i know my partner is amazing but please…”

and you’re like “hehe >:)”

yeah… fans truly love u 🥹

other than that you always have some kind of matching; whether it’s clothes in game, keychains, pfps on social media

he can be a sweetheart while playing games with you like helping you out or fighting mobs if they’re bugging you

but if he’s feeling mischievous he will steal your crops or hit you lol 😭

but oh man if you’re having an open mic in valorant or csgo

he will get defensive if someone insults you,,, he won’t let it slide

lol but also he’s like

playing with the boys, yelling being loud

it takes one (1) text from you

“can u shut up ‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥”

or “be a bit quiet please i’m studying :(“

for him to quiet down lmao

you often hang out in his chat as well

and he’s so :”) when he realises

but gets pouty when you start flirting with his fans literally in front of his eyes 😔

sometimes switches to emote only bc of that LMAOO

but sometimes you just type that u “miss his stupid face” while you’re at work

and everyone is like <\\3

he takes you to diff events n all, you’re often featured in his vlogs

basically you’re the fav couple of the internet bc u can just feel the love between you two 🥹

and everyone loves you, seriously

who knows, maybe you’ll open your own channel one day?

skz masterlist | event masterlist

taglist.@geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @ethereallino ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @duolingofanaccount ,, @slytherinshua ,, @stxrseungs,, @ka-ni-ma ,, @iliveforlixie ,, @ameliesaysshoo ,, @dazzlingligth ,, @mark-geolli ,, @l3visbby ,, @w3bqrl ,, @ddeonudepressions ,, @yourfavoritefreakyhan ,, @mirxzii ,, @kazmura ,, @primoppang

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joesanrio · 11 months

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You’re so Needy | R.R

Summary: There is something about Nova being in Roman gear that makes Roman go insane.

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Nova (OC) || Established but secret Relationship

Warnings: Teasing, Joe has an ass obsession, kissing, blowjob, fingering, vag. penetration (xoxo)

Rating: 18+

Word count: long asf

A/N: I was rewatching the Sasha banks and Roman tag team match- now here I am. I’m not good at writing y/n so y’all and Nova gonna have to be locked in- lmao

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I knew it would be a long night starting from when the producers called me into the office to tell me and until the night of. “Joe move..” I huff while hip bumping him out the way.

“Why you so grumpy mamas?” He asked as his arms find there way wrapped around my waist. “I’m stressed.” I complain while struggling to do my hair with a big 6’3 man attached to me. “Why? You know the crowd loves you… you kill it every time.” He smiles before letting my waist free and standing to the side of my make-shift vanity. I nod and take a deep breath before checking my gear one more time.

The seamstress made me a female version of Roman’s gear; fitted vest but with my symbol, all black super mini cargo skirt, black cuffs, and boots. I looked amazing, might make it my regular gear if I wanted to steal Roman’s shine- oh who am I kidding that man is the shine itself. “You should ask to keep that.” Joe smirked beside me, “For what?” I play into his game. “Our private matches, ya know the ones in our room.” He winks at me.

“Boy. Come on let’s go.” I deadpan at him before we laugh and leave the locker room. Walking down to the gorilla was making my nerves heighten, “Dang Nova- you look so good!” I hear Trin from behind me. “Thanks bae.” I blow her a kiss and she catches it.

“What about me?” Joe shouts back disappointed but does a spin to show his gear, “You wear that all the time!” Trinity shouted back as Joe playfully rolls his eyes while I laugh.

We wait in the gorilla for our cue. The closer it gets to time the more I feel my leg shake in the chair I’m sitting in. “Nova get ready.” The staff called for me as I immediately stand up, “Calm down.. you do this all the time.” Joe whispers in my ear before giving me a quick kiss. “Right.” I smile as I go to the spot.

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“Oh come on, it’s your favorite.” I tease charlotte as I use her finisher ‘natural selection’ on her. “1…2…3!” The crowd went wild, “Your new United States Tag team champions, Roman Reigns and Nova!” The announcer yelled as Roman lifted me up by my thighs to hold up our belts. The crowd is giving a standing ovation before Roman sets me down and we make our way back up the ramp. Leaving Charlotte and Rusev.

“Joe…they’re gonna go crazy.” I say as I already feel the #Rova trending on Twitter. He was paying me no attention as he was cracking it up with his cousin Jey while we walked down the hallway. “Uce, y’all might as well come out and confirm it.” Jey shrugged as Joe nodded. “But at the same time it’ll be all about our relationship instead of our talent.” Joe said as he mentioned the downside, and the major reason why we haven’t said anything.

“I feel you. Maybe you can talk to the producers and creative team about it.” Jey mentioned as Joe nodded and I hummed. “Alright gotta go before Jimmy start having people look for me.” Jey said before hugging us bye.

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“I can’t wait to head to bed..” I say happily as we enter the locker room. “To sleep or something else?” Joe asked with his eyebrow raised, I turn around with an unamused expression before busting out in giggles. “Cut it out.” I laugh as I feel Joe staring me down from behind, “Has that always been there? Ya know I’m always looking but I think it grew. Maybe while we were in the ring…I don’t recall it being that size.” Joe rambles about my ass.

“Go shower!” I laugh as I push him towards the shower room. “Let me feel it to make sure i’m not hallucinating.” He laughs before quickly turning around and wrapping his big arms around me. “Joe move and go shower.” I weakly push the man away as he’s feeling around on my ass. “I’m not hallucinating.” He winks before finally letting me go and showering, “You’re so unfunny.” I say as I try to put a serious expression on my face. “But I had you cackling like a witch!” He chuckles mockingly at me.

I giggle and roll my eyes before getting my change of clothes ready for my shower.

We finished showering and Joe already placed a pick up order for chipotle. “Ah its gonna be so good!” I squeal when he tells me, “Okay I got everything we can go.” I smile as he nods but doesn’t move. He gets up and walks towards me, his eyes darkening as he walks me back into a corner.

“You looked so hot.” Joe said as stood in front of me while my back was against the wall. “I could say the same about you.” I say as I look up at his lustful eyes. I go to leave the confined space before he pulls me back by my waist. “Let’s stay like this for a while.” He hums before planting a tender kisses on my lips. I hum at the taste of his coco butter chapstick, “Omg you taste so good.” I smile into the kiss before his hands start heading down to my ass.

“Joe can we go?” I pout as pull away from the kiss feeling my arousal start to build, he nods as he takes my hand in his. I smile as we walk to the car passing by some friends and doing small talk.

We get in the car and I immediately take off my jacket feeling hot already. “You hot already? All we did is kiss.” He teases as his hand fall onto my thighs. “Oh whatever- come on let’s go!” I softly moan as his hand starts caressing the inside of my thigh. “Okay okay!” He chuckles as he starts the car.

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We enter the room forgetting all about the food and my jacket in the car. Joe quickly guides me to bed by my waist. He has me sit down on the bed as he stands in front of me. “Finally after all day..” he sighs while removing his sweatshirt, I can’t stop gazing up at his abs. My body immediately starts rising in temperature as he slides down his sweatpants, his dick print on full display.

“Oh don’t do that mamas.” He smirks as I bite my lip unknowingly. He lifts my chin up gently before tapping my lips with two of his fingers. I open my glossed lips slowly as Joe shoves his long fingers into my mouth. “I think you can take it.. just open wide.” He smiles as I nod urgently and find my way onto my knees. Joe pulls his boxers down and his hard dick slaps against his stomach after being released.

“It’s so big.” I say mesmerized before taking the large dick into my hands. “I’m a big man.” He shrugs before getting impatient with my slow strokes, “Don’t start the teasing.” He groans while his head falls back when I kiss tip. I hum as I take him into my mouth, tasting the precum that I used to coat his entire dick. He moans as he feels the tip reach the back of my throat, I suck in my cheeks as I slowly pull away causing his to leave my mouth with a pop.

“Shit. You’re so hot.” He says breathlessly while his hand reaches the back of my head to pull me back onto his dick. I slap his dick onto my tongue making Joe’s grip tighten on my hair, I whimper as I suck the tip. “Joe.” I say looking up at him innocently, “Fuck! Sorry mamas.” He huffs before moving his hips. Now with both hands on the back of my head, he starts pulling my head further down his cock until it hits the back of my throat. “Just like that… you like it? Oh I know you like it.” He groans as his hips starts moving faster. I moan in response bringing Joe to his breaking point, I can feel the cum slipping down my throat as he holds my head down.

His hands release their grip from the back of my head gently, “Damn. Get your ass on the bed.” He breathes harshly before tapping my hip once I stand. I pull of my top while watching Joe lick his lips at the sight. I smile seductively as Joe steps closer, “Lay down.” He orders. “So bossy.” I giggle as he pulls down my bottoms, I lay back onto the pillows behind me.

“You’re so soft.” He says as he kisses up one of my legs, I hum as he positions himself in front of my core. His kisses felt hot along the inside of my thighs, “ You smell amazing.” He smiles against my skin. I feel my face get hot as I feel a sudden kiss on my clit, before he licks i between my folds. I felt a slight whimper leave my mouth as he does constant licks up and down my folds. “Joe..” I moan as he hums on my core causing my hands to immediately reach for his head. I feel a small suck on my clit before one of his fingers slide their way inside.

“Damn, don’t think you’ll be able to take me.” He smirks before his tongue leaves my folds, I whine at the lost contact before his other hand rubs on my clit gently. I could feel pleasure building up as my back arched off the bed, “I- mmm Joseph please!” I moan loudly as I came onto his fingers. He removed his finger gently before sucking them off, he moaned at the taste before connecting his lips to mine. “You taste yourself, isn’t it good?” He mumbled into my plump lips. I nod eagerly as he grinds himself into me.

“Put it in.” I groan impatiently, “Fuck, turn around for me then.” He taps my hip while our lips disconnect. I get on my hands and knees in front of before wiggling my ass in his face as he seemed distracted. “I’m just admiring you impatient brat.” He chuckles before slapping my ass, I moan as my body moves back towards him. He rubs the tip in between my folds before entering slowly. His deep breathing behind me fills the room until I feel him all the way in my stomach. “So deep..” I moan quietly as he begins to move in and out.

His hands guide my waste back to meet his thrust, my arms already feeling weak by the pleasure that’s happening. “Oh your pussy is so good.” He moans as pushes my back further down into an arch, his dick grazing my walls and penetrating deeper than before. “Joe- oh!” I felt my walls tighten around him, his thrust getting faster and harder. “Fuck! Baby damn…almost made me cum.” He says breathlessly pumping into me.

I lay into the pillows to mask my screams before he pulls me up by my hair, “It’s good? You want cum on my dick? Oh I know you do.” He groans in my ear with his hand on my throat. I whine and nod frantically as he hits the spot perfectly. “Cum on me.” He says as his voice vibrates in my ear causing my walls to tighten around his big dick. “I- I’m cumming!” I yelp as he holds me down onto him while my head falls back on his shoulder. His thrust getting faster as his warm seed coats my walls.

He kisses my neck softly before pulling out slowly making sure nothing drips out. “I love you.” I smile feeling like I was going to pass out at any given moment. He laughs as he lays me down gently before heading to the bathroom, “I love you too.” He whispers as he comes back with a clean wash cloth to wipe me off with.

“Here put this on.” He hands me one of his t-shirts. I put it on quickly before laying back down but on my side of the bed this time. “Come on.. you gotta be tired.” I whisper as he gets in bed and falls into my arms. “Yeah, that was the most intense work out I’ve ev-“ he starts before I cut him off, “Enough! You’re so annoying” I giggle before he places a kiss on my forehead. “But it wasn’t annoying when I had you mo-“, “Joseph!” I laugh as he chuckles and wraps his arms around my waist. I kiss his lips one more time before we fell asleep.

#roman reigns #roman reigns smut #joe anoa'i #roman reigns fluff #roman reigns oneshot #roman reigns fic #wwe roman reigns #wwe superstars #wwe smackdown #wwe smut #roman reigns x oc #joesanrio

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bleuflowerfields · 1 year

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DAVID CHIEM IS TRENDING ON TWITTER.

I REPEAT, DAVID CHIEM IS TRENDING ON TWITTER.

bonus tweet:

man, this is actual insanity, i'm going to be honest.

bro actually boomed in popularity so much after episode 11 dropped and it's crazy

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #david chiem #THE DAVID-I-FI-CATION!

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starfxkr · 4 days

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all this drama in hollywood au so far ik awards season is total chaos moony like the trending hastags on twitter during it get crazier and crazier by the year

LETS TALK ABOUT THE GIRLS RED CARPET LOOKS PART ONE BC IM GOIN IN DEPTH

kitten THEE fashion girl is pulling out archive vivienne westwood fall/93 wearing the rocking horse heels and this makeup look that donni davy does on her. it's talked about on hf twitter for months they wont shut up about it. discourse starts about whether or not she's too busty for the look and she in turn posts a (censored) pic of her tits on insta. controversy of the night? clearly channeling paz de la huerta and shows up higher than a kite with her bestie in tow. somethings clearly goin on with jj because they're in the background of someones video making out at the club.

pup is wearing this impossible to find gigi hunter dress her close family friend gave her. the shoes are jefferey campbell and she's a bronzed goddess, dupes of this dress are on shein in less than 12 hours after she wears it and everyones fighting to find what bronzer she's wearing and hf twitter argues whether or not she should be there bc she's a nepo baby. controversy of the night is she's seen sloppy drunk all over the city and there's talks of if she needs rehab.

bunny wears this herve lager 1996 dress with this fantabulous beat and the chanel heels in the middle. her outfit is soooo gorge and her body so snatched its insane. spends the night hanging off rafe's arm which is her big controversy bc as far as everyone else knows she's still with her football player husband now she's with this much older man kissing on him like she's angelina jolie. lipstick alley is on fire the wholeeee night and she just keeps cryptically posting pics of her in a penthouse that looks vaguely like rafes.

#✨.txt #kitten!reader #puppy!reader #bunny!reader #hollywood au

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lovecanyon · 2 years

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AZOFF!YN PRETTY PRETTY PLEEEEAAAAASSSSEEEEEEE

INSTAGRAM BLURB

harry styles x azoff!y/n

MASTERLIST | PATREON

JANUARY 2022

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hshq Y/N Azoff, our new manager. Beginning of an era.

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harryfan2 omg

harryfan5 REST IN PEACE JEFFREY 😭

harrystyles Already such an honor to work with Y/N.

harryfan3 he’s so cute

pillowpersonpp so excited!!!

harryfan6 a true girlboss

jefezoff #retiring

yourinstagram have fun old man

harryfan8 PLEASE I ALREADY LOVE HER

mitchrowland the excitement i feel right now

harryfan4 oh this was the girl harry was with yesterday…😭

kidharpoon shaking in my boots

harryfan7 #slaying

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harryflorals HARRY WITH Y/N AZOFF LAST NIGHT IN LONDON!

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harryfan13 i’m not okay right now

harryfan15 BE SERIOUS

harryfan17 harry…count your goddamn days

harryfan19 @jefezoff let us know how you feel about this 🎤🎤

harryfan14 cause of my downfall = this

harryfan16 she’s his new manager obviously they are going to be seen together? 😭

harryfan18 yeah…

harryfan20 cut the cameras

harryfan22 banging my head against the wall

harryfan24 the matching coats ✨

harryfan21 jeff’s sister stealing his job is just so iconic

harryfan23 harry hiring y/n as his new manager is very real of him

FEBRUARY 2022

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yourinstagram happy 28th sue! thank you for staying up late talking to me and buying bottles of rouge’s for your overly special best friend (me)!

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harryfan25 THE UNSEEN OF HARRY

harryfan27 tears are rolling down my cheeks

harrystyles It’s an honor buying you wine, my love.

yourinstagram speaking of wine…go buy some, specifically red wine!

harrystyles Already on it darling.

harryfan29 i’m on the floor

harryfan31 i don’t know how to process this information 😭

alessandro_michele birthday boy

harryfan33 just thinking of all the photos y/n has of harry

paulithepsm feeling 28!!!

harryfan30 he’s so hot for what??

glenne_azoff this duo is truly everything

harryfan32 the azoff’s really got harry in a chokehold

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enews Harry Styles was seen carrying suitcases into his manager Y/N Azoff’s house in Malibu earlier this morning.

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harryfan38 HARRY IS LITERALLY A GOD

harryfan40 not him moving in with y/n 😭

harryfan37 SHIT SHIT SHIT

harryfan39 this is it boys. she got him.

harryfan41 they are most likely just a couple of besties

harryfan43 “besties” yeah sure…

harryfan45 the way this is trending on twitter. we are going through hell.

harryfan47 crying in the club

harryfan42 harry’s outfit though 🙏

harryfan44 i am going through all stages of grief

harryfan46 literally going insane

harryfan48 pretending i did not see this

harryfan50 this post has every harrie shaking

MARCH 2022

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hshqdaily HARRY’S MANAGER Y/N AZOFF LEAVING A STUDIO IN NEW YORK YESTERDAY!

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harryfan52 omg the new album is probably coming soon 😭

harryfan54 WHAT

harryfan57 y/n probably knows a lot 😮

harryfan53 she looks so beautiful…i don’t blame harry at all

harryfan55 the hottest azoff

harryfan56 i love the way she’s so humble

harryfan58 right, i didn’t even know jeff had a little sister

harryfan60 slayed.

harryfan62 i’m going to need harry sue the paparazzi again

harryfan59 y/n is just so pretty

harryfan61 leaving the studio??? hs3 coming soon 🤭

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styles.aozff Y/N MEETING FANS IN NEW YORK TODAY!

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harryfan64 I WANNA MEET Y/N?

harryfan66 the fans should’ve told her to leak hs3 🙄

harryfan68 they are in the presence of an icon

harryfan70 i love her already

harryfan67 y/n gives me so much harry vibes

harryfan69 they radiate the same energy 😭

harryfan71 the woman behind it all

harryfan73 the way y/n managed haim, tyler the creator and billie eilish

harryfan75 a true girlboss

harryfan72 harry’s fans = y/n’s fans

harryfan74 i’m going to need a story time about them meeting y/n

harryfan76 the rings.

APRIL 2022

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pillowpersonpp coachella bound

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harryfan77 HARRYCHELLA

harryfan79 oh my god harry’s soulmate 😮

yourinstagram i hate the heat

pillowpersonpp same same same

harryfan81 she has me in a chokehold

billieeilish MY ICON AND MUSE

harryfan83 y/n can run me over…

glenne_azoff so pretty!

harryfan84 when you realize y/n was the one that got harry to perform at coachella

harrystyles Y/N is amazing at what she does.

harryfan82 SOBBING

harryfan85 harry responding to a fan gives me life…

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yourinstagram the youngest azoff child takes on harrychella (hoping she doesn’t get sunburned)

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harryfan86 i love y/n

harryfan89 THE CAPTION IS SENDING ME

harrystyles So very beautiful darling.

yourinstagram your very beautiful too H

harryfan90 not them flirting in a comment section 😭

harryfan92 cause of death: harry and y/n

alanahaim missing my favorite girl!

harryfan94 i love everything about y/n 🙏

mitchrowland the coolest

harryfan91 literally going feral for her

_basselin so gorgeous y/n 💞

harryfan93 now i know why harry was flirting with her..because same

MAY 2022

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yourinstagram Harry’s House, Out Now

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harryfan95 SCREAMING

harryfan97 HS3 HS3 HS3

harrystyles Thank you for everything you’ve done bunny, I seriously love you.

yourinstagram i love you too!

harryfan96 WELCOME HOME CHEATER

harryfan98 harry dating his manager is so 😭

pillowpersonpp album of the year

harryfan99 Y/N IS SO GOOD AT HER JOB OH MY GOD

jefezoff congratulations, i am so proud!!

harryfan102 this album has me sobbing on the floor

haimtheband so very amazing ❤️

harryfan104 late night talking and grapejuice is clearly about y/n 🤭

harryfan100 crying and throwing up

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harrystyles The muse of Harry’s House.

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harryfan103 did he just post this??

harryfan105 HARRY FEELING COMFORTABLE POSTING ABOUT HIS RELATIONSHIP MAKES ME SOB

yourinstagram i love you dearly sue

harrystyles Well I love you more.

harryfan107 never settle for less women

harryfan109 this seems like a fever dream 😭

gemmastyles i love you guys 💞

harryfan106 having a breakdown

emmalouisecorrin I KNEW IT

harryfan110 this relationship is everything to me

glenne_azoff best couple ever!

harryfan112 harry really loves the azoff’s 🤭

felicathegoat EXCUSE ME…YOU BOTH ARE TOGETHER?

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papermagazine Jeff Azoff is apparently angry at his little sister, Y/N Azoff over dating his former client, Harry Styles. He calls it an ‘inappropriate relationship’ for the music industry.

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harryfan119 JEFFREY?

harryfan121 now i know why harry fired jeff 🙄

harryfan124 dramaaaaa

harryfan122 this is so bad….what are we going to do

harryfan125 i don’t believe it

harryfan127 be serious please

jefezoff fake news.

yourinstagram sorry for being in a ‘inappropriate relationship’ :(

harryfan129 I AM SCREAMING

harryfan131 i seriously love them for this

harryfan134 paper magazine = deuxmoi

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stateofcharles · 2 years

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am I still not good enough? - CL16

pairing: Charles Leclerc x female!reader

word count: ~ 1,9k

warnings: body insecurities, self-loathing, past toxic relationship(s), hurt/comfort

summary: Your first public appearance as Charles Leclerc’s girlfriend only produces loads of nasty comments from the press, causing demons from your past to resurface. Your boyfriend then reminds you why he loves you.

a/n: title from Little Mix’s “Good Enough”, sorry for the sensitive topic but this song has been stuck in my mind lately and I had to write something about it. remember you are all beautiful, never let someone bring you down cause your body is perfect the way it is, you’re valid and you deserve to be loved for who you are <3

09:00

You woke up in the unfamiliar hotel room, Charles snoring next to you. Sunshine was entering through the curtains and hitting you on the face. You stretched your arms, carefully not to hit your boyfriend, and then picked the phone from the nightstand. You immediately noticed some messages from your cousin, but what impressed you the most were the countless notifications from all social media you had.

After thinking for a while, you decided not to worry too much about them: the previous night you had participated with Charles to a movie premiere he had been invited to, making your first appearance as a couple in doing so. You had imagined the press would go insane: Charles Leclerc had been probably the most talked-about bachelor in the previous 3 years, and the fact that he was now committed was certainly some front-page news.

You also expected a lot of new followers along with many, many messages and comments from his fans, either congratulating you or insulting you for stealing their man. You knew that, you had discussed this situation multiple times with your therapist and you thought you were ready. You couldn’t imagine what you were about to discover.

Having chosen to ignore social media, you opened your cousin’s texts and you immediately frowned at the sight of her cryptical words.

Y/N pls i beg you DON’T OPEN ANY SOCIAL TODAY

do it for yourself

love you and call me asap <3

Curiosity was eating you alive. Your cousin for sure had the best intentions, but could she really expect you not to do anything? Especially after having told you such things? You were a mere human being in the end.

You decided to start from Twitter. Your homepage seemed normal, nothing unusual. You checked what was trending then. Charles’ name was #1, and right below was “Charles Leclerc girlfriend”. You clicked, still unaware of what was waiting for you.

The first tweet you saw was from TheSun but many similar ones from other gossip websites followed, clearly riding the wave. The words hit you at 200 mph: those weren’t just insults from some obsessed fans, that was much more, it was everything you had tried not to think about.

Charles Leclerc shows off his new girlfriend at movie premiere and never reduces the grip on her hips as they pose for photos on the red carpet: was he trying to reduce those gross love handles on her hips?

Your eyes immediately filled with tears: your biggest nightmare had come back.

When you had met the stylist who dressed you for the event, you had been left a bit startled by her choice: a baby blue three-piece suit, which exposed part of your abdomen. A shining silver pair of stilettos to complete the outfit.

It was truly mesmerising, but as soon as you tried it on you were filled with doubts since the trousers, being quite tight-fitting, emphasised a lot your waist area.

Your body had always been like that: healthy and fit, but with some fullness on your hips and thighs that you had never been able to burn and that had only increased with all the stress you had to bear in that last period. You would go to the gym every week, follow a precise workout and diet, but yet no major improvements had happened.

Everything had changed when you and Charles had started dating: ever since the first day he had never commented on your figure - unlike other ex-boyfriends, who apparently never failed to remember you how fat you were - and when you had finally opened up about your insecurities, he comforted you saying that you were perfect like that, you didn’t have to listen to what some bored and stupid people had to say about it and you swore him you would try.

Though in that moment it was almost impossible for you to be faithful to that promise. You were really trying not to dwell on some shitty article written by pathetic people, but the doubts you had almost completely buried were surfacing, again.

You didn’t want to cry but it seemed your mind didn’t agree with you.

You started having flashbacks of all the slurs your exes had thrown at you and of all the times they had humiliated you, even in front of your own friends and family. You covered your ears with your palms but the voices in your head were louder and louder.

Look at you, oh my god aren’t you ashamed?

Such a horrible body, thank god we have the light down when we are in bed.

What’s this fat? What are you, a pig?

I bet I could bring you to the butchery, they’d know what to do with you.

You should be grateful I haven’t broken up with you yet.

I can’t believe your beautiful face belongs to this shitty body.

You already go to the gym? Well, PUT. MORE. EFFORT.

You didn’t realise you were crying and screaming non-stop until you saw Charles awake beside you, his face showing pure concern. Though you couldn’t stop, those insults were playing in your head over and over again. At some point you were exhausted and you screamed at the top of your lungs, “SHUT UP!”

Charles immediately lifted up, just in time to catch you as you threw yourself in his arms, your sobs only louder, more and more uncontrolled.

He held you closer trying to calm you down, but every effort he made seemed useless, so he just decided to wait. He couldn’t figure out what was going on: he had been woken up by your crying, but when he opened his eyes he realised the situation in front of him was much worse than he had thought.

Then he saw your phone, Twitter still opened on it and he caught a glimpse of what you were reading. That was when realisation hit him.

It was the first time he witnessed you crying because of this, but it wasn’t the first time he had to deal with you during a panic situation.

He carefully moved you on his lap, placed your head on his bare chest so that you could hear his heartbeat and then he lay down again but hugging you tight and bringing you down with him.

It took a while, but your sobs eventually died down. You sniffled and then looked at Charles for the first time that morning. When you saw his worried face you felt almost guilty, but the boy quickly started leaving short kisses all over your face and you couldn’t help but giggle at the tickling sensation.

He then looked proud of himself, for being the person who had managed to make you laugh after such an unpleasant crying spell.

You could read in his eyes that he wanted to ask you what had just happened, but at the same time you could see that he didn’t want to be rude or - even worse - make you cry again.

You sat up, he followed you immediately. You sighed heavily and started speaking, your voice shaky, “I’m sorry for what you’ve just witnessed but-” you threw a glare at the suit, on a coat hanger visible through the opened closet door, “I really loved yesterday, and my suit, and you were fantastic, but-” you tried to calm yourself down, not wanting to have another crisis and Charles noticed it, so he started rubbing small circles over the top of your hand.

“They made me hate myself, my horrible body and my stupid suit and I know I don’t have to give them the attention they’re seeking but it’s stronger than me.” You let some silent tears fall from your eyes.

Charles promptly wiped them away, “Do you want to tell me what they said, ange?”, his voice a bare whisper.

Reluctantly, you nodded, knowing that you somehow had to say those words out loud in order to move on. “They pointed out that… you know that yesterday you always kept your hands around my waist and hips on the red carpet? Well they said you were trying to-” you lowered your voice, ashamed of what you were going to say, “reduce my gross love handles.”

You had done it. You had said it, there was no going back.

Charles’ expression was startled. You could sense he was going to get angry and you feared you couldn’t control him.

Instead he took a deep breath and then left a long kiss on your scalp.

“You know they’re just a bunch of idiots, right? You know I love your body and I adore your love handles, there’s nothing gross or wrong with them, they’re part of you and of your unique beauty and I would never change them or ask you to do so.”

You knew it, though your insecurities didn’t leave you. “But there are so many beautiful girls out there with perfect bodies and then there’s… me. I have nothing special, I don’t even know why you still put up with me and you haven’t cheated on me yet with one of them. I’m not worthy, of you, of your love and affection.”

“Stop hurting yourself Y/N, you are worthy, you are enough. I know it’s difficult for you, but you have to believe me. There’s no one I’d want to be with more than you. I asked you to be my girlfriend and not some model, and that’s because I love you. Do you remember when we met for the first time? Your brother’s birthday party?”

You nodded, other tears menacing to come out at hearing your boyfriend’s words.

“Well,” he continued, “I loved you from the very first moment. I loved everything about you, from the way you scrunch your nose when you laugh, to the sparkle in your eyes when you see a puppy. From your beautiful hair when you collect them in that messy bun, to how you stretch in the morning when you’re still half-asleep. And I venerate your love handles,” he lowered his face to whisper in your ear, “I love holding them when we’re making love and I love leaving my fingerprints on them.”

You set those tears free, unable to control yourself. Charles hugged you again and you whispered to him ‘Je t’aime’ over and over again, while he answered every time ‘Je t’aime encore plus’.

After what felt like an eternity you untangled the hug and took a look at the alarm clock on your nightstand. 11:20.

“When do we have to leave?” You asked him. Deep down you were afraid to leave the small bubble you had just built in that hotel room, but you knew you had a flight to attend.

“Our flight is scheduled for 3pm, but it’s my private jet, I can ask them to delay it if you need to.” His loving gaze was straight in your eyes, but you realised you couldn’t ask him to do it.

“It’s fine Char, I just need some minutes to pull myself together, then we can go to have lunch in that restaurant you told me and lastly we head to the airport.”

“Are you certain? If I tell my pilots we had a mishap they’ll understand, especially if I pay them extra.” Sweet boy, he was always so caring.

“No babe, I’m fine and I have to come back to reality.” Your tone was determined this time.

“Are you sure you can face it? I understand if you need more time.” His face was still concerned, but you were ready.

“Just hold my hand Charles, and then I’ll be able to rule the world.”

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evan4ever · 1 year

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Vegas, baby

Part 4 — part 3 here

Warnings: pregnancy, social media

a/n: I tried researching and maybe I’m just not a pro at it but couldn’t find any of Evans personal friends names (feel like it’s that way for a reason or maybe I am just dumb 🤣 so I made up Joe 🤪 and just figured Sarah would be perfect for this situation 🥰) Also, please let me know if I missed any tags and let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list! I’m still learning how to do tumblr so I appreciate the patience and the support 🤍

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Evan’s POV

His phone was blowing up more than normal, but nothing that caused him to feel the need to look. He didn’t have any social media platforms but he still managed to get notifications regarding things on social media. Mostly texts. He simply checked them and would reply when he had time and lately he’d been very busy so in this particular time, he didn’t.

Evans life seemed so much more unproblematic since ridding himself of social media and that’s what he liked. He was already in so much spotlight that he felt he had no personal time for himself, and that everyone knew everything about him. Sometimes he felt like his life was not his own. It wasn’t that way so much anymore and he planned for it to stay like so.

He had gotten dressed this morning and was drinking a large cup of coffee, sugar and butter added, and he was sat at the large island in his home reading through his mail he’d received that morning. Mostly bills and such that he’d be able to pay from his phone. The outside world was currently dimmed through his ears not paying attention to anything, not even the constant buzzing of his phone, as odd as it was. He was in his own world.

“Peters” Joe walked in. He was a buddy of Evan’s who was visiting and staying with him. Evans eyes flickered up to him and shot him a smile.

“Coffee on the counter if you want some.” Evan stated then got back to reading. Joe stared at him for a moment, Evan hadn’t taken note of Joes shocked face and this only made Joe more nervous. He had read articles that came out this morning, obviously Evan hadn’t considering it was regarding him and some really big allegations. Though Evan caught on to Joe’s lack of movement and looked back up to him. This time he could see the torn look on Joe’s face causing Evan to lower the mail and sit himself upright in his spot.

“You good, buddy?” Evan chucked awkwardly at Joe’s behavior, raising his eyebrows to encourage him to say something.

“Um, yeah.. have you read any news this morning?” Joe questioned curiously, silently hoping Evan already read it and was coping calmly. But seeing Evan shake his head slowly, curiously, Joe sighed and silently cursed himself for being the one to drop this on him. He pulled his phone from his pocket and brought up his twitter feed, scrolling only a second before landing on the trending news article and opening it. He hesitated a moment silently preparing himself for Evan’s reaction, then swiftly handed the phone to Evan all while avoiding Evan’s curious and bit concerned eyes.

Evan slowly took the phone, his eyes still watching Joe before looking down to his screen and reading the name of the article:

‘ Does Evan Peter’s have a child he doesn’t know about? ‘

Evan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at just the headline, quickly looking up at Joe who still wasn’t looking at him though could sense his eyes on him, “just read it man”.

Evans eyes held themselves on Joe for a moment, then hesitantly lowered back to the article and he began reading it. All he thought the entire time was how could someone take something like this this far? He’s no stranger to fake and false stories airing but this one was too much. Claiming a pregnancy and it making the literal news? That was insanity. He wanted to throw the phone and break a few things, nearly shaking in anger at the lies he was reading. He didn’t recognize any names brought up, even yours. All he knew was that a fan was going above and beyond to get to him and he wasn’t going to stand for it.

Until his eyes landed on the video linked on the bottom of the article. He still didn’t recognize the name of the Tik Tok-er, but he clicked on the video to watch what was said that blew up this much. And that’s when his stomach dropped.

He saw you, the center of attention in the video, your stomach painfully obviously pregnant. He remembered you. And he remembered what the two of you did almost 9 months ago in Vegas. And that’s when everything made sense to him.

He rewatched the video a few times as if rewatching it would change the circumstances, make you not pregnant, make you someone he didn’t know so he could claim that it was in fact a lie. But each time rewatching it just confirmed everything the article had said.

He was about to have a child that he didn’t even know had been conceived.

Evan swallowed hard and finally shakily handed the phone back over to Joe who now was watching him. He was calm, it seemed. The opposite of what Joe had expected, though concerned more at his reaction. “You gotta tell me what’s going on, Peters.”

Evan shook his head at Joes words, his head dropping into his hands that rubbed over his face and rested in them while he nearly silently had a panic attack. He finally stood from the stool roughly, grabbing his phone and pushing past Joe who followed. He had to clear this up. Maybe you slept with someone else after him? Surely he wasn’t the only one. Even though he knew the possibility was real considering he had t slept with anyone since you. But you guys were supposed to keep it at just sex. You both made it very clear you were too busy for a relationship, let alone a fucking baby. He didn’t have time for this.

“Evan, man, what is up? Is it true? Where are you going?” Joe questioned as he followed behind Evan who made it to the front door before turning and looking at Joe to say something but no words coming out. Instead, Evan shook his head and swung his door open only to be met by Sarah (Paulson).

Evan was taken back by her standing in front of him giving her a confused look while she only held one that spoke of sincerity and concern. She was, concerned for her friend. She had read the article and she needed to talk to him herself.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were working.” Evan stated, avoiding the obvious answer that he knew. She only smiled softly to him.

“Can I come in?”

Evan sighed and stepped out of the way allowing her to enter, closing the door and turning half scared to face his reality when she’d get him to admit it. Sarah watched him for a moment, his eyes looking to hers then away, then back before down to the floor. She knew the allegations were true, he just confirmed it for her. Instead of scolding him like he’d been expecting, he was met with her arms pulling him into her into a gentle and sympathetic hug. He blinked a few times before he wrapped his arms around her and broke down.

Sarah rubbed his back as he sobbed into her, soothing her dear friend. It was a hard pill to swallow, she knew that. And he didn’t need a lecture, he needed a friend, a support system, he needed help.

Meanwhile Joe stood aside, confused at what was happening. Did this mean everything he read this morning was true?

“Joe?” Sarah spoke breaking him if his thoughts and looking to her, “would you be a doll and make some tea? Earl grey, add some honey.” She smiled and Joe nodded, turning and leaving them alone.

Finally Sarah pulled back enough to see Evan while he brought himself up and wiped the tears that fell. He felt like a baby, crying in front of his friend. But she understood and he knew he needed to let himself feel this. “Tell me what happened, Evan.”

Sarah’s soft and kind voice reassured Evan and after collecting himself, he sighed loudly. “I met her in Vegas earlier this year. January. She was… I mean come on. She was hot.” He groaned again, violently cursing himself now for not being smarter. “We were drunk. I wasn’t expecting to have sex and one thing led to another. We didn’t have any protection but I… you know.. I pulled out.” He cleared his throat awkwardly at talking about this with Sarah. But he needed to tell someone and he preferred it be her than anyone else. She only nodded and allowed him to continue. “We agreed it meant nothing. Just some drunk fun sex. We didn’t exchange numbers. I didn’t even get her last name, barely remembered her first. I didn’t think she’d get pregnant.”

“Do you know if she’s tried to reach you at all?” Sarah asked and Evan looked down trying to remember if he’d seen anything with her name, but not recalling anything.

“I mean if she did, she was pretty limited in ways to do it.” He realized that must be why he never knew. You quite literally would’ve had no ways to get ahold of him. And that made his heart ache a bit, for you. You’ve been doing this alone. You were probably so angry at him, hence the video and what must be your friends words. They were like an echo in his ear. He made it impossible for anyone who didn’t know him personally to be able to reach him and that made it impossible for you too, and this was important.

Sarah could see the realization in his expression and she knew it was hurting him. But he didn’t know it would happen, he had to protect his mental health and his privacy. He was doing what any celebrity would do by making it hard to reach them. It was the hardest part of the job. The fame and fortune was great, sure, but the amount of people who would go so far to try to get to celebrities was rough. Evan did what he needed.

“It’s okay, Evan. You didn’t know. That’s all there is to it.” Sarah took a deep breath and nodded, “but now you have to face it okay? I’d say probably in person.” She chuckled lightly, rubbing his arms as he stood with them by his side thinking about her words. She was right. But where did you live? That wasn’t exchanged either.

“I have to find her first.” He nodded and she smiled.

“I can help. Come on.” She held her hand on his back and he allowed her to lead them to the kitchen where Joe was still attempting to make tea like Sarah had asked. She shooed him away while he apologized only to be met with a “thank you for trying” and Sarah finishing it while Joe took a seat next to Evan.

“I did a little searching on her myself when I first read the article this morning. I found her Instagram. It’s y/instagram/name. Here.” She handed Evan her phone and allowed him to look you up, finding your profile and clicking on it.

There you were. He studied the images you had shared, so many baby bump pictures. He clicked and scrolled through reading each caption and scrolling more stopping on a selfie. He sighed and smiled lightly at the picture of you. You were so pretty. He was so mad at himself for not just getting over his busy schedule and getting your number. He could’ve made time for you. Especially had he known he got you pregnant. He didn’t mean to neglect what was partially his responsibility. And god, he hoped you’d forgive him.

“Have you messaged her?” He looked up to Sarah who shook her head no, looking back down and sighing. Would you believe it was him if he messaged you from Sarah’s account? Was that the smart thing to do? Or does he fly to wherever you were and come to you? “I don’t know how to go about this.” He sighed again, dropping her phone in the counter and resting his head in his hands again, something he tended to do when he was stressed.

“Would you like me to message her? I can talk to her, figure out how she prefers to? Girl to girl.” Sarah smiled and shrugged, Evan liking the idea. He slid her phone back to her and she picked it up and went straight to your DM, letting her fingers type out what her mind said was best to say.

‘ Hello, y/n. I’m sure this may come as a surprise to you, but I assure you I’m reaching out as a friend. Evan has no social media, as I’m sure you know by now. He’s allowing me to come to you first. We would like to know how you would feel about coming to you. This sort of news is pretty big and it would be best to talk in person. I hope you would agree. Please call me at this number — when you have a chance. I look forward to talking to you! Sarah ‘

Sarah handed the phone back to Evan to allow him to read it and once he approved, she sent the message your way.

“It’ll be good to remember that her phone is probably going crazy right now too, so give it some time. If she doesn’t respond by this afternoon, we’ll have your management reach her. We’ll get ahold of her one way or another, okay?” Evan sighed at the thought of his manager having to reach her. That always seems to make matters worse, seeming more angry on what is his part and he didn’t want it to turn that way for either of you. He wasn’t angry, he was sad and annoyed at the entire situation for sure, but never angry. He wanted to make this as smooth as possible for everyone. But, of course, he wanted to be in his child’s life, and he hoped you would too.

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Your POV

You could barely keep up with your notifications and your phone ringing like crazy. You were at your wits end, ready to throw your phone in the garbage and take it out. But Shay had come over and helped you through it. It was barely early afternoon and your face was all over social media and it caused your insecurities to grow. It didn’t help that the angry and bitter people were calling you names and pointing out your every flaw. It was overwhelming, to say the least. You couldn’t fight back the tears that finally managed to escape.

“Hey, stop that. Everything will be fine!” Shayla frowned when she saw your state, your head in your hands and the tears dropping from your cheeks. You shook your head not believing a word she was saying.

“This is exactly what I wanted to avoid!” You couldn’t help the glare that you sent her way. You knew she never intended for this to happen but it was her fault and you were angry about it. Shayla quickly looked down at her hands feeling your wrath towards her.

“I know.. I’m really sorry y/n. You know I never wanted to make things go wrong.” She picked at the skin around her nails avoiding your eyes that quickly closed as you took a breath and gathered yourself. Screaming at her would get you nowhere, you knew that much.

“I just don’t know what to do. Like..” you shook your head at your spinning mind, “like nothing feels right, you know? Nothing I say or do will make this right. I should’ve tried harder to reach him. I should’ve never even slept with him.” You chucked your phone with the last sentence, letting your anger get the best of you. You needed to throw something, you needed to be angry. Your phone clashed into your dresser with a loud thud and you groaned at the sound as if it hurt your ears. “I should’ve never slept with him.”

It was silent for a minute while Shayla let you have your moment of anger before walking over cautiously and picking up your phone that was now cracked. She looked at all the notifications, texts and missed calls and scrolled through them. You heard a gasp from her and looked up, seeing her hand over her mouth as she stood wide-eyed at your phone screen.

“God, what now? Another pissed of text? I’ve read them all.” You shook your head and rolled your eyes, letting yourself lay back in your bed as you rubbed your temples waiting for her reply that came quickly.

“Sarah Paulson.” Was all she said. You furrowed your eyebrows and shrugged.

“What about her? Did she post about me?” You scoffed at the thought but didn’t bother looking back to Shayla instead letting your head lay back down on your white comforter.

“No. No not at all!” The excitement in Shay’s voice made you curious, but still remained in your spot. “No y/n here! You have to read this! Seriously. She messaged you!”

“What did she say?” You couldn’t lie, you were worried that it was going to be a nasty message. You weren’t dumb, you knew she and Evan were friends. Why wouldn’t she defend her friend.

“Hereeee! Read it” she shoved the phone to you and stood in front of you at your bedside. You grabbed the phone and groaned, letting your eyes find the beginning and read over each word carefully, and it was honestly a weight that lifted off your chest. You felt like you could breathe again.

“Oh, thank you God” you closed your eyes in relief, hugging your cracked phone to your chest and letting your breathing even itself out. She wants to talk, she wants to meet up. “Wait,” you shot up and looked at Shayla, “what if she just being nice? What if she is helping Evan find a way to take my baby? They can’t do that right?”

“I… I don’t know. Look just, you just have to do it okay? I don’t know Evan but I would hope he’s not that kind of guy. You have to walk in there believing that. But you have to take her up on the help. I think it’s the only.” She nodded, rubbing your arm reassuringly. Your heart was pounding so hard and so fast, terrified at the thoughts that returned. You also hoped Evan wasn’t like that but how could you be sure? You had to be guarded, but you knew Shayla was right. With one last glance at Shayla, you pressed the number she sent in the message and your phone began ringing and you waited nervously for the woman to pick up.

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