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growup-thatbeautiful · 9 months

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Pretty Girl | 3. been on my mind

1. pretty girl | 2. lover, you should’ve come over | 3. been on my mind | 4. last goodbye | 5. hold my hand

Warnings: explicit language

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hangman.jake i’m their cool uncle

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delilah.seresin they only have one uncle

-> jake.seresin unrelated

bob.bob.floyd i find that hard to believe

jakeysgirl he loves his family so much awwww

thereal_javy true

thereal_javy only because i’m not blood related though

tasha.trace if by cool you mean lame then yes

-> hangman.jake ouch

y/nislife i need to know if y/n was there

-> y/nfanpage fr me too

r_paybackfinch aw cute

-> r_paybackfinch ^ them not you

y/n.username best uncle ever

-> halo_cal_bass he paid you to say that didn’t he

-> halo_cal_bass i know you’re scheming

penny_benny A lovely family!

-> hangman.jake thank you for commenting nicely

-> y/n.username hey :(

-> hangman.jake you too <3

-> y/n.username mhm

-> y/n.username you’re on thin ice buddy

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Messages

roo: if there’s nothing to tell then what is this

*roo sent a screenshot*

tash: literally </3

roo: flirting in instagram comments is not a joke

you: guys

you: you’re acting like you didn’t do the exact same thing

tash: i-

tash: how could you use that against me?

tash: when i’ve been so supportive

you: 🙃

roo: where’s hangman

you: he’s reading all these messages over my shoulder

tash: hi bagman

you: he says hi :)

jakey: that is not what i said

you: i may have changed the words a little

jakey: you changed everything

you: i like positivity

tash: anyway

tash: now that bagman decided to join us

tash: spill

roo: what she said

jakey: whatever are you talking about

you: i know nothing

tash: LIARS

roo: unacceptable answer

roo: …

tash: i know you’re sitting there talking about this

tash: you’re not smooth

roo: just tell us

jakey: since when are you so fucking nosy rooster

roo: when you started keeping secrets

you: jake and i

tash: FINALLY

you: are telling you that

roo: this better fucking be real

jakey: 🖕

you: we’re together

you: good teamwork jake

you: way to keep the vibe

jakey: anytime baby

tash: ew stop

you: this is what you wanted??

roo: no go back

roo: i thought about it and i don’t like it

you: impossible.

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Instagram

y/n.username added to their story

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Messages

you: how would you feel if i told you i could come to san diego again

tash: i would feel honored

you: i might have a short job there

tash: now?

you: yeah they had a cancellation and called me to fill in

you: and that way i can fly with jake instead of alone to ny

tash: smart

tash: when do you leave?

you: …30 minutes

tash: GIRL

tash: text me when you’re getting on the plane

tash: and when you land

you: got it

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enews Are we dreaming? I hope not!

Model Y/n Y/L/N and Jake “Hangman” Seresin were seen together in the San Diego Airport. According to sources, they’ve been spending the past few weeks in each other’s company, as shown by their recent, frequent social media posts together.

Most know Seresin to be part of the self-titled “Maverick’s” group, made up of Pete Mitchell, Bradley Bradshaw, Natasha Trace, and more. Y/n, Trace’s long-term friend, and Jake met years ago, but have remained just friends for that time. Could things have finally changed? We say yes!

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y/nfanpage no way

y/nfanpage this better be true

ellieslip bro not her going through guys like that 🫰

phoenixislife i liked her with davey better tbh

jakeysgirl wait they’re actually so cute

models.page i thought she lived in new york?? why is she always in san diego 😭

-> bobby_pins she goes there because her friends are there and because of jake apparently

y/n.fan not javy liking this 😭 he knows something we don’t

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Messages

you: they’re onto us

jakey: i’m going to need some more information than that sweetheart

jakey: who’s onto us? what are they onto?

you: you’re a dick

jakey: yeah, and?

you: the media is figuring things out

you: connecting the dots

jakey: we haven’t exactly been subtle

you: i mean technically i’ve been soft launching a bf

you: so i can announce you

jakey: wtf

jakey: is this a legal thing?

jakey: do i need to do this?

you: how do you not know what this is

you: it’s like a teaser

you: for a relationship

you: and no it’s definitely not legally required

jakey: but why

you: for funzies

jakey: strange

jakey: so do you want to post first?

you: i would like to, pls?

jakey: of course, baby

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y/n.username my ☀️, 🌙, and ⭐️

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thereal_javy they told me first

thereal_javy i’m their favorite

-> tasha.trace debatable

roo_bradshaw FINALLY

roo_bradsahw i’m so bad at keeping secrets this is a relief

-> y/n.username glad we could help you out bud

jakeyswife yet another boy for her to ruin…

amelia.a.benjamin HA I KNEW IT

penny.benny Called it! Someone’s gotta keep Jake in line 😉

y/n.fan OMG ITS HAPPENING

y/n.fan FRIENDS TO LOVERS FR

bob.bob.floyd “nothings going on bobby” LIARS

bob.bob.floyd you will be hearing from my lawyer about this

-> picsofmodels real

halo_cal_bass i think you added pictures of jake instead of pictures of me…

-> y/n.username you’re right, what a silly mistake

hangman.jake now i can call you sweetheart in public without you glaring!

-> y/n.username maybe…

-> tasha.trace nothing ever stopped you before

hangjake damn she’s gonna run out of guys to date

r_paybackfinch how did this even happen

r_paybackfinch the world is upside down cause i could have sworn you told us nothing was going on…

r_paybackfinch JK HAPPY FOR YOUUU

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Messages

jakey: do you have plans tonight?

you: no

you: i should finish the shoot around 2 though

jakey: okay

jakey: i have tickets to an event that i wasn’t planning on going to

you: okay?

you: is this you inviting me or?

jakey: do you want to go?

jakey: it could be our first public couple thing

jakey: we can be infuriatingly cute the whole time

you: yes please

jakey: consider it done

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hangman.jake had the absolute best night with my lovely girl

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tasha.trace she’s really my girl but okay

tasha.trace need more pics of the yellow dress immediately

-> y/n.username of course babe

fanforhangman mom and dad fr

y/n.username hi babyyy

y/n.username he means me guys 😁

roo_bradshaw shame we couldn’t go and do a double date

-> y/n.username we missed you and tash :((

thereal_javy good night, bud!

thereal_javy go to sleep it’s 3 am

-> hangman.jake ok

y/ndaily he looks so good in that second pic

-> seresin.hubby he really does

-> picsy/n it’s the y/n effect

penny.benny All the love for my favorite couple!

-> amelia.a.benjamin mom ew

amelia.a.benjamin looks like fun! invite me next time

-> y/n.username you’re 12

-> amelia.a.benjamin 16

halo_cal_bass my fav girl and my second fav cowboy

-> hangman.jake i don’t know how to react to that

delilah.seresin you better have bought her those shoes

-> hangman.jake ….i will now

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you: darling

you: lovely

you: <33

jakey: sweetheart

you: can you open my melatonin bottle pls

jakey: …

jakey: i feel used

you: simply don’t

you: i need helppp

jakey: it’s a child proof bottle

jakey: are you a child?

you: people have different strengths and weaknesses

you: do you want me to be more sleep deprived than i already am??

jakey: no

jakey: if you’re sleep deprived i want to be the reason why

you: so you’ll help?

jakey: yes

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Messages

tash: i tried to call jake but he didn’t answer

tash: i wanted to warn you

you: jake’s at the gym, what’s up?

you: it must be bad if you willingly almost talked to jake

tash: first off he’s not that bad, you know i can’t help making fun of him

tash: he makes it too easy

you: i know <3

tash: second off

tash: dave did an interview with vouge

tash: and it’s pretty bad

you: shit

you: bad bad?

tash: yeah

tash: idk how much of it is true

you: things got pretty fucked up

you: so it could be true

tash: fuck.

you: fuck.

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A/n who’s dave? why is that so bad? do i have a plan? find all of this out and more in the next part lol

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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hello :) can i request ney x reader where they just started dating not too long ago and it’s the readers first time staying at neys place so yk everything is pretty much new and excited for them, but then one evening they had a few drunks and everything was all good and funny until ney suddenly gets in a bad mood (maybe he’s triggered by something idk, something that reminds him of his past) and they start talking about it, really opening up to each other, ney realises how much reader loves him and he’s able to trust her. i'm sorry if this is too much/complicated but it’s just an idea that i had lmao 😭 loved the movie night imagine sm i felt like you’re the right one to write that haha

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Neymar Jr x Female Reader

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𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: YAAAAAAY A NEYMAR REQUEST!! and Haha I understand what you are trying to say! Thank you so much for requesting, I love writing about NeyNey c: I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads will mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥

As you step out of the car, you can't help but gasp in amazement at the sight of your boyfriend Neymar's luxurious mansion. It's a beautiful house, with a beautiful lawn and a beautiful view of the city. You've never seen anything like it before.

As you walk towards the front door, your heart is pounding with excitement. You can't wait to see what it's like inside. You love Neymar with all your heart, and the thought of spending time in his home is almost too much to bear. As you step inside, you're struck by the opulence of the place. The floors are marble, the walls are adorned with priceless art, and the furniture is all custom-made. You can hardly believe that you're standing in the same room as Neymar, let alone that you get to stay here. Neymar greets you with a warm smile and a hug. "Welcome to my humble abode," he says, his voice full of playful sarcasm. "I hope you're ready to be spoiled." You wrap your arms around him and hold on tight, feeling safe and loved in his embrace. You've been dating for a few months now, and you've never been happier. Neymar shows you around his house, your eyes wide with wonder. Everything is new and exciting, from the outdoor pool to the state-of-the-art kitchen. You could spend hours gazing out the window at the breathtaking view of the city. Just briefly looking at it makes you feel like the luckiest person in the world. One evening, as you're curled up on the couch with Neymar, you turn to him and say, "I can't believe how amazing this all is. I feel like I'm living in a dream."

Neymar smiles and takes your hand. "I'm glad you like it. But it's not the house that makes it special. It's you."

You feel your heart swell with love for him. "I love you so much, Neymar."

"I love you too," he replies, pulling you close. "I want to give you everything you could ever want or need. I want to spoil you."

You shake your head, "I don't need any of this. I just need you."

Neymar leans in and kisses you gently. "You have me. And you always will."

Over the next few days, you continue to enjoy your time in Neymar's home. You cook meals together in the gourmet kitchen, watch movies in the home theater, and swim in the indoor pool. Every moment feels like a fairy tale, and you can't imagine ever wanting to leave.

The last night of your vacation is now upon you, and while you wish you could remain another day, you must board a plane tomorrow night to travel to New York City for New York Fashion Week for your photography gig.

Neymar wanted to make sure you two could have fun together since it is your last night there, and what is more fun than dancing?

As you and Neymar enjoy a few drinks together, the two of you dance to the music, relishing each other's company. With the volume turned up, someone driving by might mistake your intimate gathering for a raucous party. As you sway back and forth, he presses up against your back, and you both revel in the moment. He then pulls you close by the waist, turning you around and taking your hand. With a playful twirl, you both burst out laughing, completely immersed in the joy of the moment.

Neymar slurred words echoing over the blaring music, "Why caN't yOu juSt MArrY meeeeeeeeeee?" He stumbles around trying to dance, clearly more intoxicated than you are. You couldn't help but laugh at his drunken antics. Despite feeling tipsy yourself, you still had your wits about you. You reach for the bottle of Grey Goose sitting on the living room table and pour yourself another shot. As you downed the drink, you realized you couldn't taste anything and it went down like water, a sensation you were not used to. Typically, the burning sensation of alcohol would make you cringe, but tonight, it was absent. Suddenly, Neymar announces he has to go to the bathroom, stumbling and almost tripping over his own feet. You try to rush over to help him, but your slightly off balance state slowed you down. "Let me give you a hand," you offer, reaching out to grab his arm.

Neymar's expression turns hostile as he looks at you and retorts "I don't need your FUCKIN’ help...why the FUCK does everyone think I need THEIR HELP? HUH? HUH?" His angry outburst left you puzzled, as he had been dancing happily just moments before. You struggled to make sense of his sudden change in behavior. However, given your current state, you found it difficult to remain composed and fire back, "What the heck is your problem? I only tried to help because I saw you were about to fall!"

Neymar let out a small laugh, "So, you didn't think I'm capable of helping myself? I don't need any assistance to use the fucking bathroom? You're just like them! You think I'm a fucking baby, don't you? A crybaby that just can't take care of himself, and that's why I always ACT like I'm hurt when I'm in excruciating pain! DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO CONSTANTLY GET HURT AT THE SAME SPOT AND EVERYONE JUST KEEPS THINKING YOU'RE FAKING!" His voice grew louder and more intense with each passing word. You were about to interrupt him, but something made you pause and listen. You realized that his anger wasn't directed towards you, but rather towards the constant hate he received on the internet. You glared at him, not saying a word before turning around to grab the remote for the speakers and lower the volume.

"Ney, come here," you said in a soothing tone, hoping to calm him down as well as yourself. "No," he simply replied, causing you to roll your eyes. "You're acting ridiculous right now," you started to say, but he cut you off. "SEE, THIS IS WHAT I MEAN! YOU'RE JUST LIKE THEM, I-" You interrupted him this time, "SHUT UP AND LISTEN!" He fell silent, glaring at you with a mix of anger and confusion.

“What you are feeling right now is not towards me! I understand that you are not in the right state of mind right now, but I'm not gonna sit here and allow you to continue to yell at me!,” You eyebrows furrow as you speak. “Neymar, I see you as a strong and powerful individual. Your spirit, both mentally and physically, is truly remarkable. Your passion for futebol is inspiring, and your determination to succeed despite all the injuries and setbacks is admirable. I want you to know that your injuries don't define you or your abilities. You are capable of achieving anything you set your mind to, and I believe in you. I know that social media can be tough, but please don't let it get to you. You have so much talent and potential, and I'm here to support you and cheer you on every step of the way. You are not weak, Neymar. You are a fighter, and every obstacle you face is an opportunity for you to grow even stronger. So, keep pushing yourself and believing in yourself. Remember that every obstacle is an opportunity to grow and become even stronger. I'll always be here to support you and cheer you on, no matter what. And even though I'm not the best at futebol, we can 1v1 each other if that makes you feel better,” you let out a small laugh at the end of the sentence knowing how bad you are at futebol and how easy it is for him to beat you.

Neymar remains silent for a moment, his expression turning pensive as he processes your words. You can see the sadness in his eyes, and it breaks your heart to see him like this. "Y/N... Do you truly believe that?" he finally asks, his voice heavy with emotion.

You nod your head emphatically, "Of course I do. You are an incredibly talented player, Neymar. Your skills and dedication to futebol are undeniable, and nothing anyone says on social media can change that. You are so much more than their opinions and criticisms."

You decide to get him a bottle of water to help him sober up, walking over to the kitchen to grab one. As you walk back over to him you can tell that the argument has sobered you up, you hand him the water. Neymar takes a few sips before speaking up again, "I'm truly sorry, Y/N. It's just... the pressure of social media is getting to me. Everyone always talks about how I'm faking my injuries during futebol games when I'm being serious. It's like they think I'm some sort of crybaby or childish. I've gotten injured in the same spot so many times, but all they see is me rolling around on TV screens. It's just frustrating when they don't put themselves in my shoes, and how they disrespect me."

You listen to him carefully, understanding his frustration and pain. "I can imagine how that must make you feel," you say, trying to be supportive. "It's not easy to have people constantly doubting you and your abilities. But you know what? You are not defined by what others say about you. You know your truth, and that's what matters the most."

Placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, you continue, "You are such a talented player, and you have worked so hard to get where you are. Don't let the negativity of others bring you down. Keep pushing yourself and focusing on your goals. The right people will see your hard work and dedication, and they will support you no matter what. And remember, everything you feel is valid. It's okay to be frustrated and upset, but don't let those feelings consume you. You are strong and resilient, and you will get through this."

Neymar stands up, not saying a word as he hugs you tightly, "I don't know what I would do without you," he says, his voice muffled by your shoulder. "I just feel so worthless sometimes, like I'm not good enough."

You pull back slightly so you could look into his eyes. "Don't ever say that," you say firmly. "You are amazing and talented, and you have so much to offer the world. I believe in you, and I know that you can achieve anything you set your mind to."

Neymars face softens, and he gives you a small smile. "Thank you," he says softly. "You always know how to make me feel better."

You smile back at him, feeling grateful that you could be there for him when he needs you. "That's what I'm here for," you say, kissing him on the cheek. "To love and support you, no matter what."

Neymar remains quiet as you two continue to hug , savoring the warmth and comfort of your embrace. He thinks about how much he loves you, and how lucky he is to have you in his life. He never thought he could find someone who understood him so well and supported him through everything.

As he thinks about your words of encouragement, he feels a warm feeling spread throughout his body. He realizes that just hearing your voice and feeling your touch can instantly make him feel better. He feels loved and cherished, and he knows that no matter what happens in his life, you will always be there for him.

He pulls back to look at you, taking in your beautiful features and the softness of your skin. He feels overwhelmed with gratitude for having you in his life. "Thank you for everything," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I love you so much."

You smile at him, your eyes sparkling with warmth and affection. "I love you too," you say, caressing his cheek with your hand. "I will always be here for you, through the good times and the bad. We'll get through everything together."

Neymar feels a sense of peace wash over him, knowing that he has you by his side. He feels loved and supported, and he knows that no matter what challenges come his way, he will be able to face them with you at his side. He leans in for a gentle kiss, savoring the warmth and love that he feels in this moment.

You give him another kiss before he pulls away from you and says, "Now, if you'll excuse me, my darling, I seriously do need to go pee like really, really, really bad." "Then leave!" You chuckle as you see him hurry to the restroom down the hall

You can't help but feel grateful for moments like these, where you can be there for each other and bring comfort and happiness to each other's lives. You think about how lucky you are to have someone like Neymar in your life, someone who brings so much joy and love into your world.

As you wait for Neymar to return from the bathroom, you feel mischievous and decide to play a prank on him to lighten the mood. You quickly sneak into the kitchen, trying to suppress your giggles, and search for something to use. Your eyes catch sight of a plastic spider sitting on Neymar's dresser, and you can't resist the opportunity to use it. You grab it and hide near the exit of the hallway, waiting for him to return.

When he finally returns, you hurl the spider towards him, causing him to jump back in surprise and let out a loud scream. "OH FUCK!" he yells, his heart racing from the sudden fright. You can't help but laugh at his reaction, feeling accomplished in your prank.

Neymar looks at you, a mix of shock and laughter in his voice, "Y/N! That's what you get for constantly pranking me!"

But his laughter quickly turns into a mischievous smile as he exclaims, "Oh, I'm totally going to get you now!" He chases after you, and you squeal as you laugh, running away from him in excitement.

As you both playfully run around the house, you feel a sense of happiness and contentment being with the person you love. It's moments like these that remind you of the joy and laughter that come with being in a relationship, and you feel grateful for each moment you spend together.

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dairy-farmer · 2 years

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Once when Tim was a baby he blew a kiss to the papparazzi goodbye on his mother's arms as she carried them to the limo home.

It ended up trending for literal weeks, and his parents decided to make him model a few things. Cute things, usually. There was one where his shirt was messily unbuttoned, hair a fluffed up mess. There was one where he sat on a kitchen counter leg's spread the way a baby can never keep their legs closed, he's wearing a pair of brown overrals with no shirt underneath. One with a flower crown, one in a suit and tie, one on his daddy's lap. Things like that.

Anyway, tim comes across a gif of him as a chubby cheeked cute little baby blowing a kiss to cameras and...well, he's a teen ceo with a bit of spare time. He redoes every piece of the photoshoot he sees. At first he thinks people find it cute. He's trending again, he expected maybe a few days. But days turned to weeks. And weeks turned to months.

He opens his social media account to see he's STILL trending because of those photos. Him on Bruce's lap, dressed up all pretty. Him with messy hair and an unbuttoned shirt, no scars seen on his clean unhairy chest. The one that's trending the most is him blowing a kiss to the camera, an added wink to make it look cuter.

Before he could scroll to the countless of people still thirsting over him, Tam snatches his phone and tells him to focus on his paperwork. He tells himself he'd check them out later again but he forgets and he never sees basically the whole world thirsting for him

STOP THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER READ!!!!!!!!!!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭!!!!! i've always had a headcanon that tim was a cute baby, like a really really cute baby. the kind of baby that you see and can't help but think 'wow you should be on tv!' and his parents were the type to get him professionally photographed. like tim could be the gerber baby!

and baby timmy is so plump and charming with his little rosy nose and cheeks. he'd 100% have been put on catalogs for children's clothes, been on local commercials. maybe he would've even had a nonspeaking role on a tv show that ran for a single season. timmy wouldn't have been a BIG star but he'd have certainly been recognized enough. tim essentially went viral before the internet or modern forms of virality were around!!

of course by the time he's a teenager he's just one of a million gifs uploaded and popularly used. he shows up on video compilations of 'don't kids just do the darndest things?' alongside dozens of other children doing tooth-rottingly cute antics. and his wikipedia page which only knows him as one of bruce wayne's adopted children and the current ceo of WE makes no mention about it.

i imagine no one among the bats even knows its him because ??? he doesn't mention it???? it was years ago for him and he was just a baby. he barely even remembers it and it's not like it was relevant information to know. even though some of the lingering effects are present in his life. tim inherited a condo in new york from his parents that he stays in overnight occasionally when he's in the city. he knows it was purchased using money from his brief stint in show business. he also knows there's an investment portfolio for which he gets monthly letters in the mail for since the state had protections in the form of child entertainment laws. about 20% of every job tim did as a kid was set aside for him by his parents. it was the same in california the other 'show business town'. of the country they had jackie coogan's law and new jersey had mary dahl's.

so tim stumbles on this very old gif that's sort of grainy in the way internet footage that's been copied and reposted over and over again always is but he recognizes it because tim's parents used to make him 'kiss the crowd' every year at the office christmas party. he remembers how embarrassed he'd be to do it but he'd power through because his mom would get this joyful blush and an ecstatic smile on her face that wasn't from the champagne.

tim still has the original footage somewhere in a box along with other pieces of memorabilia because his mom had been his biggest fan. he'd always be so embarrassed about it. he'd actively avoided bringing friends over when his parents were home because he knew she'd show him his baby photos. some parents brought out the soccer trophies or the newspaper clipping from the spelling bee. tim's mom brought out pictures of him as a chubby baby laughing sweetly at a camera.

it's out of nowhere that he sees the clip he hasn't seen or thought of in almost a decade. he's just scrolling through social media and sees some interesting beef between two people erupt and clicks on it just to be nosy. it's at the very end that the gif shows up.

apparently, the gif of tim as a baby is used as a kind of sassy 'that's all folks!' finishing line a la porky pig. a bit of searching and tim finds thousands upon thousands of people who've used it. the gif is recognizable but not as famous as the one of michael jackson eating popcorn or of a generic white man blinking in surprise.

it's really just a pleasant surprise that serves as a quick laugh.

tim doesn't really have much thought behind it when he shares it with tam and a few other staff members at lunch the next day. small talk is a necessity in corporate life that not even tim can escape from and he was really just looking to entertain his circle of work friends.

they're confused for a bit and tim can see it in their faces that they're not sure why he's showing them some of the funnier uses of the gif.

"that's me when i was a baby!" he tells them.

tim's in a PR meeting by the end of the day. they're absolutely salivating at this opportunity because apparently, photos taken 10 years apart is the internet's newest and biggest fad. people recreating family photos, vacation images, and touching scenes.

it's cute, it's heartwarming, and it's family-friendly! WE has been working to rebrand itself under tim's command. bruce's playboy image has apparently held back the company's progress according to some economists so the board has tasked the company with improving into a more...wholesome image.

tim's baby photos are apparently the prime way to do that and honestly...tim really likes the idea. corporate stuff aside.

tim hasn't thought back to his childhood in a long time. much of it was overshadowed by that one bad day at the circus which was actually...approximately around the time tim stopped baby modeling.

it'd be hard to do with a child that kept bursting out into tears at the slightest memory of that night. plus his parents had started getting busier at that time too.

still. it's nice to have relics of a bygone era.

pr wants to curate it, pull in professional photographers, get an entire set up but tim shoots it down. he wants it to be a personal project. something he posts online himself and not under the flag of WE.

there's some reluctance but ultimatly tim has the upperhand. he's the one with the photos afterall.

it takes a few weeks. it takes time to gather up props and outfits as well as scout out the locations. plus tim is doing this during his free time which means it takes a little longer.

tim manages to wrangle bruce into one of them. showing him the ripped-out page from a bridal magazine where tim's dad had ended up being a model too. mostly because tim kept getting fussy on the original model's lap and asking for his dad. tim had been wearing a poofy little floer girl dress and holding a basket with scattered petals on both him and his dad's lap. his dad was mid-laugh and dressed in a sharp black tux that looked like one bruce had in his closet.

tim takes a lot of photos that week. one where he's in a thin tanktop and little shorts with flour and batter on his hands while seated on a kitchen island. an ad for a mixing bowl that claimed that purchasers could look forward to 'less mess!'.

there's tim at a botanical garden, laying on the daises like a little fairy. it's an image still printed on the back of the 'welcome!' pamphlet for the gotham garden society.

tim in fishing gear with overall and naked as the day he was born underneath. tim needs to use the straps to strategically cover his nipples because he's grown since he was a kid.

tim in some formal wear thought that ends up being less exciting than others.

bruce is a collecter of vintage cars so tim has the perfect prop to use to recreate the old 'wish you were here!' gotham postcard which featured a baby him dolled up all pretty and changing a tire.

they're cute. tim looks at the photos with fondness. plus once he'd told bruce he'd needed help bruce had gone through each photo, looking at it and letting a soft smile at each one.

"you were a cute baby." bruce tells him when tim shifted in his lap. the flower girl dress was white and poofy and the closest tim could find was a wedding dress he managed to rent for a hundred bucks.

all tim was missing was a veil on his head. bruce wrapped a tighter arm around tim's small waist, tugging him closer and letting tim sprinkle flower petals onto his chest and their lap.

it was a nice picture. alfred even asked for a printed copy and kept it framed alongside other family pictures on the mantlepiece.

they're nice photos. cute too.

tim even remakes the original kiss, even throwing in a wink at the end.

tim doesn't think much about them when he posts them followed by a short caption of 'the more things change the more they stay the same.'

it's sentimental, tim is sure it'll fit right in on the train of people also doing it.

he's right. he does.

he also trends on the front page of nearly every social media site for a week. then two. then three.

tim's not big on the internet. so he mostly checks out even though everytime he goes out there are seemingly more papparazzi out than normal.

tim makes a joke at dinner about the reaction being bigger than he expected over a simple gift and they all just stare at him.

tam keeps saying he's the new 'white boy of the month' and it'll blow over eventually.

but it doesn't.

tim checks in one day and sees that his notification counter has just stopped and there is a constant stream of messages getting sent to his inbox.

tim is about to open it, curious to see what others were saying-

when it gets plucked out of his hand.

it's tam reminding him to finish his work for the day and tim puts a pin on his curiosity. he'll explore it later.

but he doesn't.

he already fulfilled what he set out to do and so long as the reactions weren't bad he was fine.

so he never checks and so he doesn't see people losing their minds over tim's thin taktop and how you can just barely see the outline of his pink nipples.

how when he's seated in bruce's lap there's so much more heat and tension present. tim is so small and its emphasized by how much bigger and broader bruce is compared to him.

tim's garden pictures where he's wearing delicately laced daisies into a crown- it emphasizes the gentle slope of his jaw, the his cute button nose, and his full pink lips that make him look like something to be ravished in the flowers.

tim was an absolute treasure of a baby that blossomed into a gorgeous boy with the sweetest eyes and the most fuckable mouth in existence.

the way those pink lips were so wonderfully plush as they blew kisses out. people zoomed in on every part of tim. his pretty mouth, his perky tits, soft bottom, and the obscene spread of his legs-

people send him messages begging for more, others demanding he sends them photos of his tits and pretty cunt that they knew he was hiding.

but tim never sees them. even when he does eventually get back online.

mainly because his father and brothers would go through his phone and make sure every single message was destroyed while ensuring the more...brave messages were silenced.

while tim may not have seen the fall out of his little photoshoot.

they most certainly did.

#anonymous #answered asks #asks

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littlemissvincentvega · 2 years

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holy... oh my god, ur alex imagines are so hot, esp the one with the misbehaving s/o omgggggg, could i request alex having rough hate sex (or jealousy sex) with his s/o and fucking them stupid?? i just need more alex delarge smut, and thank u for the amazing works omlllllll

thank you lovely 😭💕 ahh i love writing for alex. luckily i rewatched aco a few weeks ago (made ryan watch cos he'd never seen it but he loved it) so i have a little muse for alex :') here goes lol i hope you enjoy! <3

wc: sex and boobies

You stood in the Duke of New York with a tray loaded full of empty glasses, waiting to take them to the kitchen. It was just a part-time job, but one you enjoyed-- mostly because Alex would visit rather a lot. He liked to know what you were doing, how you were doing. Make sure nobody was giving you any shit. The previous day, Georgie had paid a short visit. He had only come for a cider or two, just to chat and relax after a day at work, but it just so happened that you were behind the bar that afternoon. Of course he recognised you straight away and the two of you ended up having a lovely little chat, getting to know one another a bit better. Alex could be very cryptic; a very difficult fellow to read. "Darling?" a familiar voice called, and you turned around to see him approaching you. "Fetch us a little lager, there's a good girl."

"Alex!" you beamed, tottering over to him to plant a kiss on his cheek. He liked you to do that whenever you first saw one another. "Just give me a moment and I'll sort you out." With that, you whirled around and disappeared into the kitchen to put the glasses down. Moments later you were behind the bar, pouring a pint for your dearest Alex.

"So, 'ows the shift going, sweetheart? Rabbiting 'ard?" he asked you, watching your hands work the pump. Thinking about how he liked to see your hands work his pump, so to speak.

You smiled, placing the pint on a coaster. "Hard enough. What've you been up to?"

"Bit'a this, bit'a that."

"Captivating."

He chuckled quietly, looking up to meet your gaze. His baby blues were more intense than usual. Darker, perhaps. "Now," he began slowly, "did thou have something to tell me?"

You felt your brows knit together, stomach dropping slightly. "What?"

"Been chatting with Georgie-boy, have thee?" He leaned forwards, not once breaking eye contact. "Been 'avin' a little govereet, have we, darling?"

Your gaze fell to your feet. "He came into the bar--"

"Go to the toilet," he instructed, interrupting you mid-sentence. That was what irked you about Alex; he never gave you chance to explain anything.

"Why?"

"Get that pretty little backside of yours to the toilets before I give it a good tolchocking," he warned through gritted teeth, "unless you want every veck and cheena here to see what a naughty little girl you are."

There wasn't much you could do at that point. Alex could have easily gotten you fired then & there, but something in the back of your mind told you to obey him. His words mattered more than your manager's. Without another peep, you coyly made your way to the ladies' toilets-- you knew just what was coming.

Shortly after, Alex entered the bathroom and pushed you into one of the cubicles, quickly shutting the door behind him. You could feel his erection as he got you against the wall with nowhere to move. "Talking to other chellovecks, hm?" he muttered, yanking up your top to expose your breasts. Cold fingers squeezed on your nipples, earning a quiet gasp from your lips. "Do we need to be taught another lesson, darling?"

His hands roamed up your thighs, thumbs hooking under your underwear to pull them down. Your clit was already throbbing from the way he spoke to you. A single finger gliding across your slit drove the two of you up the wall-- you were already glistening, dripping with arousal. Alex tutted quietly, "Naughty naughty," and forced his finger between your lips. You had no choice but to taste yourself, to taste how much of a good little slut you were. How his words could flip you on your head just like that.

With his free hand, Alex unbuckled himself, unzipped his pants and dropped them slightly. He removed his finger from your mouth and picked you up, holding you against the cubicle door. Whining quietly, you lowered yourself onto him and let out an involuntary moan at his cock filling every inch of you. "You be quiet, darling," he purred, beginning to fuck you. There was no build-up to it, he simply started fucking you with no mercy, watching your tits bounce as he pounded you against the door. At that point you didn't care if people heard you, but Alex said no. And what Alex said went.

You truly did your best to stifle your moans, but it was all too much. Even he was struggling. "Fuck, Daddy!," you squeaked, holding onto his shoulders desperately. No response from him, but he clamped his hand over your mouth.

"Quiet," he warned, maintaining an intense eye contact with you. "Just sit there and take it like a good little devotchka, yes?"

A pathetic nod was given from you and he smirked, continuing to fuck you up against the door. "Good girl," he praised, squeezing your ass uncomfortably hard. His cock was throbbing inside of you, eager to release, and he definitely didn't hold back-- seconds later, you felt his hot load inside of you, sticky and relieving. He fucked you a few more times before helping you get up off of him, a smug look slapped across his face. Hands fumbled to zip himself back up and Alex opened the door, letting himself out, not giving a fuck that you were still standing there with weak legs, tits out and skirt hitched up over your ass. He turned to admire you, a wet slutty mess in nothing better than a ladies' room cubicle. "I hope we've learnt our lesson now, sweet'eart."

#alex delarge x reader #a clockwork orange fanfic #alex delarge smut

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arroworsparrow · 5 years

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50 Questions

1: What would you name your future daughter?

Amelia Rose

2: Do you miss anyone?

Badly.

3: What if I told you that you were pretty?

I’d shake my head.

4: Ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”?

In a round about way.

5: What are you looking forward to in the next week?

Seeing my family & friends back home.

6: Did you go out or stay in last night?

Stayed in... home is where it’s at.

7: How late did you stay up last night?

11ish?

8: Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?

Well I’m married, so.

9: What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?

Getting ready for the gym.

10: Have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?

Yes.

11: Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?

Yes.

12: Have you pretended to like someone?

Yes. But I’m kind of over pretending anything.

13: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?

Never had one. Never want one.

14: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

Yes, my brother.

15: Is it hard for you to get over someone?

Oh my god. 😭

16: Think back five months ago, were you single?

No.

17: Have you ever cried from being so mad?

All the time.

18: Hold hands with anyone this week?

Yep.

19: Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?

Yes actually. A goodnight kiss.

20: Who did you last see in person?

My husband.

21: What is the last thing you said out loud?

“My belly hurts.”

22: Have you kissed three or more people in one night?

Yep. Wilder times.

23: Have you ever been to Paris?

No, it’s not even on my top 10 list

24: Are you good at hiding your feelings?

Usually no but it depends.

25: Do you use chap stick?

Every few hours.

26: Who did you last share a bed with?

My husband.

27: Are you listening to music right now?

No.

28: What is something you currently want right now?

For the pain to go away.

29: Were your last three kisses from the same person?

Yes.

30: How is your heart lately?

Shredded but the pieces are kind of still all plopped together in a heart shape so that’s something.

31: Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?

Yes.

32: When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?

Today.

33: What do people call you?

Aylissa. Ay. Unni. Babes. Little koala. Lissa. Lassa. Boo boo. Panda. China doll. Lula Bella. Arissa. Asian persuasion. Sweet girl. Baby girl. Sunshine. Tia. Bessie.

34: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?

All the time.

35: Are there any stressful situations in your life?

Too many.

36: What are you listening to right now?

My fingers on the keyboard.

37: What is wrong with you right now?

My belly hurts and so does my heart.

38: Love really is a beautiful thing huh?

Can be.

39: Do you make wishes at 11:11?

No but I have.

40: What is on your wrists right now?

Scars.

41: Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused/waiting for the unexpected?

All but one.

42: Where did you get the shirt/sweatshirt you’re wearing?

I’m not wearing anything.

43: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?

Uggghhh yes.

44: Have you hugged someone within the last week?

Yes.

45: Have you kissed anyone in the last five days?

Yes

46: What were you doing at midnight last night?

Sleeping.

47: Do you miss the way things were six months ago? I do and also don’t.

48: Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?

Depends on the person.

49: Have you ever been to New York?

Yes.

50: Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?

Yeah in their own way.

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