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lewisvinga · 3 months

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that’s my girl | lance stroll x fem! reader

summary; lance’s fans hated y/n for her personality and willingness to defend him and herself at any cost. however, their views on her change when a fan meets her and posts all about it

fc; tara yummy

warnings; suggestive comments

taglist; @namgification

note; requested! i’ve been obsessed w tara yummy lately but yall my requests are closed atm, i’ll open them soon once i finish w the requests i have rn 😫 so pls bear w me n be patient 🙏

masterlist !

liked by lance_stroll, lilymhe, and others!

yourusername: my man bought me chanel. sick.

username: not her not tagging lance…

yourusername: don’t want people looking at what’s mine 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

lance_stroll: acting like you weren’t begging for a bag and a pair of shoes🤣

yourusername: not u exposing me 😩

lance_stroll: just telling the truth 🤫

lance_stroll: anything for my girl❤️

yourusername: wahhh

username: i wanna be like y/n

yourusername: to be like y/n, u gotta have the y/n mindset 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️

username: she ate this tho icl

username: ugh i don’t like her, she’s such a gold digger and it’s so obvious

yourusername: gold digger is when girl receives bags from millionaire boyfriend🤕

username: she’s so ugly and unclassy, idk why lance is dating her

yourusername: you’re pretty unclassy, but while we’re at it, lance just made out w me 😁😁

lilymhe: WOWWWW you’re so hot i can treat u better than him

yourusername: i can treat u better than alex bae

liked by lance_stroll, carmenmmundt, and others

yourusername: i 🖤 st tropez

username: here she goes again w the not tagging him💀💀💀

yourusername: big deal , i’m literally sitting on him and he watched me post this 🥱🥱

username: THE SECOND PICTURE???? IS SO???😩😩😩😩😩

username: omg the second picture i’m gonna go crazy

username: who even took the last picture?

yourusername: my boyfriend 🔥

lance_stroll: beautiful as always😍

yourusername: gonna give you a big fat kiss

username: i actually like her but he’s all daddy’s money, she should date some other driver who earned his spot

yourusername: LMFAOOO, babe most drivers on the grid ARE nepo babies and come from rich families 💀 yall just mad that lawrence is a loving father 🤕🤕

username: she ate this one thing up

username: i love her idc attitude idk

username: i don’t! she’s so mean and disrespectful to lance’s fans, it’s so nasty

yourusername: no i just defend myself and lance, maybe if yall weren’t coming at my neck every 5 seconds i’d be nicer 🥱🥱

carmenmmundt: GORGEOUS 😍

yourusername: NOOO YOUU😩

liked by lance_stroll, yourusername, and others

f1wagupdates:

a fan met y/n l/n while in new york city! she said that y/n was super nice, complimented her outfit, and even introduced her to lance! turns out the black cat of the paddock is super sweet!

tagged; yourusername, lance_stroll

username: her smile :( she looks so sweet

username: ugh i love her idc what yall think

username: omg omg i was that girl, she even gave me her lip gloss bc i asked about the shade😩

yourusername: lmk what u think bb bc the formula is so chefs kiss

username: omg shes in nyc??? i need to meet her nowww

yourusername: for a couple more days, may or may not pop up in saks tmrw at noon🤭

username: y’all were just bitter she’s dating your fave!! y/n will always be her

username: u could never catch me hating on mother

yourusername: i promise you guys i’m not scary😩😩 i’ll just defend my man or myself whenever 🤷‍♀️

lance_stroll: y/n is the sweetest girl i’ve ever met. she’s made me the happiest man ever. hating on her means hating me. i would take legal action against some people who leave nasty comments but y/n’s against it. she’s the best girl i could ever ask for. liked by yourusername, f1wagupdates and others!

lance_stroll: but that’s my girl ❤️

lance_stroll: and that ladies and gentlemen is how to make the y/n l/n giggle

yourusername: STOP EXPOSING ME😖

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 scenario #formula one scenarios #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #formula one social media au #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll smau #lance stroll imagine #lance stroll scenarios

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wife-of-all-dilfs · 5 months

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beautiful mess | f. odair

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summary: finnick knows exactly how to comfort you in a moment of insecurity.

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader

warnings: established relationship, menstruation, fluff, boyfriend!finnick being a cutie patootie, angst, mild hurt/comfort, insecurity, a little overdramatic but it’s cute idc

notes: about to get my period so this is kind of self-indulgent lmao. the number of times I rewrote this is insane. i hope i didn’t disappoint <3

“You know, I think I could pull off one of those long wizard beards,” Finnick said, admiring himself in the bathroom mirror as he shaved down the slight stubble on his jaw. “Those ones that go down to your chest? I could decorate it with little seashells and twine. It’d look hot, don’t you think?”

His playful words didn’t register in your mind.

Frustrated tears threatened to spill as the hairbrush in your hand tugged harshly at the roots of your hair. Nausea was bubbling in your stomach as you stared at your reflection, feeling as though not a single human being in history had ever looked as ugly as you did right now.

“Sweetheart?”

Here you were standing next to a Greek god, meanwhile, your skin was all hot and blotchy, your hair was a tangled mess, and your stomach was aching something awful. Christ, you hated being on your period.

A hard lump was lodged in your throat; you tried to swallow it, but there was no use. Warm tears had already begun to stream down your cheeks. Unable to bear the sight of yourself any longer, you turned away from the mirror. As you reached for the bathroom door handle, a sharp unexpected cramp pierced at your insides, causing your legs to buckle and collapse to the cold tiled floor.

That was the last straw. You just couldn’t hold it in anymore. A disharmony of cries burst from your lips, reverberating around the small room as your shuddering body folded over itself. Curse the Fates for having you been born a girl.

Finnick, now switched to panic mode, quickly dropped to his knees before you, eyes wide and alert.

“Hey, hey!” he said soothingly as his hand moved to rub your back in support, though he wasn’t even sure what he was supporting.

A thousand-and-one distressing thoughts flew through his mind. Had someone died? Were you injured? Were you dying? Obviously, these ideas were a little irrational considering you were just standing next to him a second ago. But seeing the love of his life in pain and not knowing why made him fear the absolute worst.

“Baby, what happened? What’s wrong?”

All you could do was sob in response. You felt pathetic. Stupid, ugly, and pathetic. “How can you—” Another sob left your lips— “stand to look at me?!”

You could feel his hand stop moving which, illogically, made you even more upset.

“What?” he asked quietly. “What do you mean ‘stand to look at you’? Please, sweetheart. Talk to me.”

Finally, you forced yourself to sit up, revealing the tears that streaked your distraught expression. Finnick’s brows scrunched together, almost like he was in pain watching you in such a state of disarray. He tried to think of anything he might’ve done to make you feel this way because, of course, the first thing Finnick Odair would do was blame himself. But nothing came to mind.

Your heavy heart sank—he looked so worried. A part of your brain knew you were overreacting. Justa little bit. It made you feel even more terrible, knowing he was panicked simply because you didn’t like how you looked. Nevertheless….

“I look so ugly!” you cried. “My hair is all knotted, my face is all red and gross, my stomach is cramping, and—and… I’m just a mess!” You buried your face in your hands. “Why are you even with me?”

Shock was an understatement compared to what Finnick felt when those words left your mouth. Never in a million years would he believe someone like you—someone who looked like you—could ever possibly be insecure about their appearance, and now, of all times.

He gently reached out and removed the hands that shielded your face. You attempted to turn away to conceal yourself in shame, in fear that if he got too close, he would discover your flaws and see you the way you saw yourself. But he caught your chin with a single finger and compelled you to meet his gaze.

Yes, your skin was a little red and your eyes were a little bloodshot, but that didn’t mean you looked ugly. In fact, your rosy cheeks glowed with such radiance that the teardrops falling from your crystalline eyes looked like shimmering diamonds. Your lips, which were slightly quivering, were reddened and plump—an alluring contrast to the hue of your skin.

Not that he would say it given the insensitivity and selfishness of admitting such a thought, but he believed you cried quite beautifully.

“Because I don’t think you’re a mess,” Finnick said softly, ironically tucking multiple disordered strands of hair behind your ear. “You’re human, and you don’t need to look or feel perfect all the time. That’s why you’ve got me—I’ll always think the most of you. And when you’re feeling this way, I’ll always remind you so too.”

You tried to allow his compassionate words to seep into your brain, tried to turn his beliefs into your own. However, the storm of emotions inside your mind was refusing to dissipate. The insecurities just wouldn’t subside and Finnick could see it in your glossy eyes.

“Listen to me,” he said, his thumb brushing away a tear that fell across your skin. “Waking up and seeing your gorgeous face next to mine? That’s what gives me the strength to get up every morning. Those imperfections you’re so adamant about? They only make me love you so much more.

I love every part of you. Every so-called flaw, every tangled strand of hair on that pretty little head of yours.” He grinned as he consolingly ran his fingers through your hair which, in his opinion, was perfectly soft and smooth. “You’re my girl and nothing will ever make me want it any other way.”

Hearing his declaration had your heart aching in your chest. Your hand curled around his arm, needing some physical anchor to the reassuring words he spoke. There was nothing but sincerity in his voice, a sure-fire sign that he was telling the truth.

You realised you never had to worry about Finnick finding you unattractive. Though you were a little worried he was partially blind which, unfortunately, represented your own seemingly unshakeable insecurities.

“I wish I could see myself the way you do,” you whispered, voice hoarse from crying.

“I know,” he sighed. “I know, but just give it time. One day you’ll look back and wonder what the hell you were thinking. I mean, you? Ugly? Sweetheart, we might need to get you some glasses.”

You sniffled, lips stretching into a wobbly smile. “You’re an idiot.”

He lifted your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Only for you,” he quipped in response, wearing a light-hearted smirk on his lips. “Come here.”

He opened his arms, beckoning you to seek solace in his embrace. You scooted closer, sinking into his broad chest as his arms enveloped you. Your legs were folded awkwardly beneath your body and Finnick’s back ached from the lack of support behind him, but neither of you seemed to mind.

What is love without a little suffering?

His hand stroked the length of your hair, curling random strands between his fingers in admiration. Your fingertips danced across his tanned skin, amorously tracing the words ‘I love you’ over and over. You weren’t sure if he even noticed; it didn’t really matter. The sentiment remained true.

You listened to his heart beating centimetres from your ear. Thump. Thump. Thump. And you were grateful it beat for you. You were so, so grateful for Finnick. For his strong arms that soothed you in their embrace. For his lips that released a swarm of butterflies in your stomach with just a quirk of their corners. For his voice that could lift you from the deepest, darkest pit at any given moment.

So, when you whispered, “Thank you,” it was much more than a show of appreciation for his words of reassurance. It was gratitude for his existence. His entire being. For his love which echoed your own.

“Always,” he whispered in return.

Time began to pass but you remained in the same position—holding each other closely, dearly. And then as more minutes passed, rationality began to set in. You were thinking about apologising for your dramatics, but Finnick had other ideas.

“Wait, did you say your stomach’s cramping?” he asked suddenly. You simply nodded. “Are you on your period?”

Your head turned to bury your face against his chest in embarrassment. “Yes,” your voice muffled into his shirt.

Finnick grinned to himself. He didn’t want to play the stereotype card but knowing that detail helped him understand your actions a little better now.

“Well,” he began, gently coaxing you away from his chest so he could look into your eyes. “How about you come sit with me in the kitchen, hm?” He caressed the line of your cheekbone as he spoke. “I’ll cook you some pancakes and then we can both melt into the couch all day. Does that sound good?”

You pretended to think about it for a moment, the hint of a smile tugging at your lips. “Chocolate chip pancakes?”

He made some noise between a chuckle and a scoff. “Of course. Anything else would be a culinary tragedy.”

“Oh, Finnick Odair,” you proclaimed theatrically, winding your arms around his neck as you pulled yourself further against him. “How I love you so.”

In response, his face lit up with a stupidly lovesick grin. This man will be the absolute death of me, you silently swore. You couldn’t help but lean in and press a soft endearing kiss to each dimple that hollowed his cheeks; doing so only made his smile stretch impossibly wider.

The touch of his deft fingertips settled on the sides of your cheeks, holding your face in his hands like it was his most prized possession—technically, you were. His smile never disappeared as he leaned forward, kissing you with such ardent affection that you were afraid your heart might give out from the consuming potency of his adoration.

It tasted like salt, your tears having now dried on your lips. More importantly, it tasted like love. Warm, sweet, syrupy love.

You pulled away, murmuring against his lips, “You would look hot with a wizard beard, by the way."

He chuckled lightly, sustaining the five-second break before returning to your lips to whisper the words, “I knew it.”

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mostlykind · 2 years

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I FINALLY MADE A PURCHASE

#it was completely unnecessary but idc #I’m happy to have bought smth #it’s a knitted coord set #jumper and SKIRT #so it may turn out completely ugly #i feel like it’ll drown me #cos the model looked rly tall #loool but we’ll see #it’s v hijabi appropriate #so Im hoping it’s nice #and winter appropriate!#rahma’s rambles

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lucvly · 5 months

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— christmas headcannons with chris. ⸰ 𖥔 ͙

warnings: fluff, cursing, mentions of sex, not proofread as always.

a/n: this is soo self indulgent help !! i love christmas fr.

— he’ll act like he literally doesn’t give a shit about christmas but on december 1 he’s already staying up late thinking about what he’s gonna give you.

— i don’t even wanna hear discourse about this but this man acts like a child around the holidays. he’ll enjoy december like he’s a 10 year old child who still thinks santa’s real.

— my man is quick to hang up those lights. it’ll deadass be mid november and he’s already asking you when you’re gonna decorate because he wants to help you.

— gingerbread house making is a must. he loves it. you do it at least three times in december because it’s by far one of his favorite traditions. of course he ends up building something that doesn’t look nearly close to a house but A for effort.

— you get matching ugly sweaters obviously. it’s your job to get them every year, and they progressively get worse. chris always complains about how itchy they are LMFAOO.

— baking christmas cookies with him is such a chore for real. you can’t even let him open the flour because it either ends up all on the floor, or on your face. don’t even ask him how to preheat the oven because those cookies will end up burnt.

— most times you have to make three or four batches of cookies because the first batch turns out awful, the second one: burnt.

— once your relationship gets really serious, you two make christmas cards and send them to your close family and relatives. it’s corny, sure, but you both love doing it.

— once every year, you go with him and his brothers for a late night drive just to see how people decorated around the neighborhood. chris always ends up falling asleep on your shoulder in the backseat while nick is yelling about how the lights should’ve been hung higher or how the reindeer is out of place.

— you best believe you’re writing letters to santa. it’s unserious but chris loves doing it, especially because he gets to write something along the lines of: “santa, all i want for christmas is my girlfriend under the tree. thx. — C” LMFAOOAOA sorry.

— you’re absolutely making matching ornaments. they have your initials on them it’s adorable. though decorating them is painful as hell because chris always ends up throwing glitter at you.

— takes elf on the shelf so serious like calm down!!! he better not catch anyone laying a finger on that dumbass elf or he’ll go absolutely insane.

— going christmas shopping with him is adorable. he gets so excited over what to get his brothers and his parents AWW, and he also gets a present for trevor obviously.

— you are never gonna know what that man gets you for christmas. he hides it so well it surprises you each year to be honest. you’re out here thinking he didn’t even get you a present and he’s already packing up at least three.

— definitely an expensive gift type of boyfriend, i’m talking tiffany necklaces, chanel bags, dior, ysl. and he doesn’t even care because seeing you happy makes him 10 times happier. (“baby, you didn’t have to– oh my god.” “i know, but i wanted to. you deserve it.”)

— of course you also get him cute and expensive gifts but you could seriously give him a rock and he’d cherish it as if you just gave him a gold bar.

— you two will absolutely watch christmas movies together, especially romcoms. he loves christmas romcoms LMFAOO. he’s the type to complain about the main character idc.

— he hangs up a mistletoe on his door just so he can tease you and give you a kiss every time you walk into his room. (“look, mistletoe, you gotta kiss me.” “chris i swear to god.”)

— christmas dinners are hilarious bye. he’ll deadass be eating 3 or 4 plates with no shame at all. you’re staring at him in disbelief and he just looks at you with his mouth full like “😊”. at least he’s happy LMFAOO.

— he gives you at least three presents. the first one is marked “from: santa, to: y/n” obviously you know it’s him LMFAO he thinks it’s cute and you just leave him be. second one is marked “from: chris, to: his girlfriend.” as if he wasn’t the one marking up those presents BYE. third one is “from: the best boyfriend ever, to: the prettiest girl.” he’s so cute somebody sedate me !!

— one hundred percent asks nick and matt to figure out what you got him for christmas. you’ve figured this out over the years so you don’t even give them hints anymore LMAOO.

— the worst jokes over the holidays seriously. (“hold on. babe, which cooking seasoning is the most festive?” “chris–” “christmas thyme.”) he needs to be stopped lord have mercy.

— secretly loves decorating. he’ll decorate with you all day fr. ornaments, mistletoes, the tree in general is his favorite. he cannot deal with putting up lights though. it pisses him off so badly– (only because he ends up tangled in them).

— i just know he makes hot chocolate with water. nuh uh. you had to teach him the correct way (with milk) because it was seriously getting on your nerves LMAO.

— he gets so lovey dovey over the holidays. he’s also horny 24/7 but that’s completely besides the point HELP. hands around your waist, arm around your shoulder, hand holding, everything.

— matching pjs YUP. he loves matching christmas outfits with you LMAO especially pjs. y’all have like four matching pj sets every year it’s so cute.

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wasawattpadkid · 1 year

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Idk really how to ask for a request but could you maybe do a randy × reader at some point. Fluff, Smut idc i just love him and theres not enough fics of this man

There really isn't enough fanfiction for that boy so I'm happy to help! Hope you like it 💕

Be Kind, Rewind

Pairing: Randy Meeks x reader

Warnings: none just fluff

"Back again I see," Randy said happy to see your face. You pursed your lips handing him your tape. "Did you remember to rewind it this time?" You huffed leaning on the counter. "Yes, smartass." He smiled setting the tape on the return cart. "Well don't keep me waiting." Randy had been waiting all weekend for you to come back to give him a review on his movie. "I hate to say it but you missed with this one."

"What! Prom night is a classic." His voice was loud making the store look at the both of you. "Sorry." You mouthed to the people around you getting embarrassed by the man. "It was a total Carrie rip-off. I like Jamie Lee Curtis as much as the next person but that movie blew." Randy plugged his ears walking around the store humming so he couldn't hear you. It was a childish move. You laughed following him around. "I can't believe this right now. I thought we were friends." Randy was dramatic and only part of it was acting.

"We are! What'd you think about the movie I gave you?" Hearing that he stopped in his tracks turning to face you. "Career Opportunities really?" The tone of his voice let you know that for the 6th time in a row, your hints went right over his head. You sighed as Randy prepared himself for a rant. "I don't understand how you can watch that crap. It's not realistic. A nerdy loser never has pretty girls pining over them. It's just a trope in romantic comedies to get men hopeful that some babe would ever like them back."

You pursed your lips with a nod. "Guess that means I'm not pretty." Randy grabbed a handful of returns putting them back where they belonged. "You're beautiful I've told you that. Why would you say something like that?" You could laugh at how oblivious he was. Sometimes you wish you were some cheesy horror babe in a movie so he'd actually understand you for once.

"You said, "nerdy losers never have pretty girls crushing on them." So that must mean I'm not pretty." Randy's brain malfunctioned as he replayed your entire conversation. He didn't understand what you were getting at.

"Randy you geek, I like you. God, do I have to spell it?" The poor boy froze as a woman walked up behind him. "Excuse me sir do you know where the Clint Eastwood movies are?" Randy didn't respond. "Um, they should be over in the western section." You walked the old woman over to the aisle. "You like me?" Randy shouted causing the whole video store to go silent. Every customer in there looked at the crazed teenager. "Here you go, ma'am." You ignored Randy pointing towards the movies.

Your friend ran over to you not paying attention to the newfound attention. "Thank you, sweetie." She replied quickly getting away from Randy. "You like me like a brother right? I've gotten that a lot over the years." You shook your head letting him figure the rest out on his own. "A cousin then? Maybe even a step-sibling?"

The questions made your nose crinkle. "Ew no." Randy still needed to narrow it down. "You like me like a best friend then?"

"Are you brain dead? She has a crush on you." A random customer chimed in annoyed with the boy. You laughed at the bystander. Randy just stood there bewildered. "Wait so I'm a nerdy loser?" Confusion washed over your features. "You said that I said, "nerdy losers never have pretty girls pining over them." So what I'm some nerdy loser?"

"Do you seriously want me to answer that Prom Night?" Randy gestured with his hands as he spoke. "It's a classic ask anybody!" You simply squinted saying everything you needed to with your eyes. "Okay maybe I am a nerdy loser but what does that make you for liking me?"

"According to you, it makes me ugly." You laughed setting the poor boy up for failure. "N-now that's not what I meant. I didn't know you liked me when I said that." Your hand covered your chest. "Does that make me the exception then?" In movies, there were rarely exceptions to the rules. They were plain and simple. In romance movies, the ugly chick never gets the hot guy. The exception is if she has a makeover that removes her glasses and straightens her hair. In horror movies, there can only be a final girl if she's a virgin. The exception in that scenario is if the movie has laid out basic rules just to show the audience they can break them.

In this case, however, he could make an exception to make an exception. "I'm not sure. It makes me the luckiest nerdiest loser ever I know that much." You leaned forward pressing a quick kiss against his lips. His eyes grew wide as you pulled away. "You're going to kill me aren't you?" He said breathlessly.

The bell on the desk rang grabbing Randy's attention. He walked over helping the customer with their tapes. "Do you want me to kill you?" You asked with a laugh not worried about the customer overhearing your conversation. "I would say I have so much to live for but your just about all I have so it's up to you." The guy at the desk rolled his eyes as he grabbed his things. "I think that's romantic." You walked away from the desk making Randy follow you.

"Are you being serious about liking me?" Unfortunately, Randy has been played before. Stood up just for others' entertainment. You two had been friends since you were kids and he didn't expect you to be that way. That being said the alternative made less sense. "I literally just kissed you." Randy thought about that for a second. "Can you do it again just so I can make sure?" It was a pathetic attempt at being smooth but Randy made it work. You cupped his face in your hands taking your time to kiss him. His eyes closed focusing on your lips.

"Randy!" His boss barked making the two of you jump. "Don't make me fire your ass again. I don't pay you to make out with customers." You smiled at the man earning a dirty look in return. "Y-yes Sir." He stuttered out in fear.

"We can talk about this later if you want?" Randy shook his head. "I get off at seven could I pick you up at eight?" Neither of you had discussed what movies you'd watch. "I don't have any new movies at my place." Usually when the two of you hung out you'd force each other to watch movies you both picked out. "I was thinking dinner." He said almost nervous. You could tell him a million times you liked him and he would never believe it fully. You were way out of his league.

The idea of a date made butterflies hit the walls of your stomach. "I'd like that but we're seeing the new Robin Williams movie afterward. You pay for tickets I'll pay for snacks." Normally he'd argue about your choice in movies but this time he was over the moon. The bell rang once again making Randy regretfully walk away. You followed him walking in front of the counter. "I'll see you at eight for our date." It was adorable seeing the way he lit up at the word "date."

"I'll see you then Y/n."

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fabuloustrash05 · 20 days

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Some of My TMNT Hot Takes (PART 2) 🔥

Warning: More Opinions

Part 1 Here

I don’t like that in Mutant Mayhem Donnie is not a “science guy” but instead is more of an anime and pop culture geek. I’m not against him being an anime fan (I love anime too) but I wish we saw more of his science and being a tech genius side instead of him just liking stereotypical “nerdy stuff”. If that makes sense.

I don’t like the Punk Frogs (any version).

The 87 crossover episodes in the 2012 series (as much as I did enjoy them & are great episodes) should not have happened. They leave no real impact or development to 2012’s overarching story and just waste time. These episodes could’ve covered more important things that 202 was desperately lacking like like character exploration and character dynamic development. It was just nostalgic fanservice. The arc in S5 specifically would’ve work better as a movie instead of a 3-4 episode arc in the (most likely non canon) final season.

Shinigami being Mikey’s second love interests ruins her character a bit (for me personally). That was a pointless decision that did NOT need to happen. She would’ve been our first recurring female character to not be a love interest, but nope!

People are allowed to like/ship Donnie x April in ROTTMNT (this is coming from someone who’s not crazy about April being shipped with the Turtles).

I ship Yuichi with 2012 Leo more than Rise Leo (still ship Rise Leoichi, but I just think 2012 Leoichi is way more interesting, plus 2012 Leo deserves a good love interest).

The humans in Mutant Mayhem look ugly af (I know that was probably an intentional design choice but still. It looks bad.)

I hate Raph x Casey (any ver). I’ve stated in part one that I don’t like Raph (any version) being in a romantic relationship with human characters and yes, that meant him with Casey. Not only that but Raph and Casey being a couple ruins their whole dynamic and iconic friendship I love so much. I’m all for friends to lovers but they are a line that should not be crossed. Not every friendship needs to turn romantic.

2012 Karai’s hair looks bad.

Fans often over exaggerate Rise Donnie’s character and badly mischaracterize him in fanfics and fan comics to the point it makes him feel like he’s an entirely different character.

Shinigami should have been revealed to be a villain.

Rise Donnie was just as mean to his brother as fans claim 2012 Raph was to his. Yes, they both do love their families and I’m NOT saying either of them are abus!ce (they’re not), but fans praising Rise Donnie for doing similar things fans criticize/hate 2012 Raph for doing just makes them hypocrites.

Venus does NOT need to be in every iteration of TMNT. It gets kind of annoying when fans keep on saying that she should be in all the other iterations when in truth her presence would not make sense based on the already established canon story. The only (recent) version of TMNT where I think her being included would’ve fit the best and deserved to make her comeback in is ROTTMNT.

The side plot of 2012 Karai being mutated and later getting brainwashed by Shredder was a waste of time and the most boring arc in the series.

2012 April, Donnie and Casey being in a poly relationship does not fix anything with their problematic dynamic and massive flaws with one another. I'm not saying you can't ship all three of them together, you do you! Idc But in reality their relationship would be a train wreck, that's why I personally don't ship 2012 Capriltello.

Renet is probably one of the most powerful allies the Turtles have in the 2012 series.

Rise Donnie would NOT hate 2012 April. He’d go crazy over her psychic powers and want to study them to help her explore them more.

From what I've seen so far, Leo x Usagi seems like the only GOOD ship in the 2003 series (this hot take might change tho).

Raph had the best character arc and development in the 2012 series and changed the most out of the four brothers. Next would be Leo. With Mikey and Donnie have little development (or none at all sadly).

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Let's talk about KIM DOYOUNG...

I just came here to say if I CATCH yall defending Doyoung out here it's blocked on fucking site. I need yall Ncitzens and Kpop stans to STAND THE FUCK UP.

Out here posting pictures of ugly ass snowmen with MCDONALDS BS. GFTOFH. I saw this yesterday but Koreaboo pissed me off and these tweets of these fucking weirdos made me mad. So imma talk about it here.

Imma post screen shots of tweets and for those of you that are clearly not assholes or not delusional, let's point and laugh.

Fuck the first tweet bc though he is not supposed to be making political statement. That's what he's doing. And I will drop that man like a trash bag into the dumpster. The SECOND TWEET FUCK KIM DOYOUNG'S FEELINGS. Fuck him what about the feelings of the Palestinian fans that he has? What about the people you are actively dying from bombs? starvation? Dehydration? What about them? Out here actively making SNOW MEN using McDonald's shit FUCK HIM. AND FUCK YOU TOO WEIRD ASS BITCH.

The first tweet here. It's not about his family or friends. Doyoung is in the public posting pictures of McDonald's snowmen. He's fucking weird. And if we find out about his family and Friends they can get the smoke too. They ain't special. The last tweet on the bottom...yall spend too much online into kpop. I need people to be educated and up-to-date in the world bc what do you mean does that country exists??? I need people to WAKE UP GO TO FUCKING SCHOOL OR GET HOBBIES OUTSIDE OF KPOP PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

We knew SM wasn't shit. We knew. Doyoung, I am not shocked he's in SM. I like to give people chances but once you fuck up you fuck up. And THIS??? Oh baby you lucky SM needs you for they check which is why I will not be supporting Doyoung and I will give you the Wendy treatment bye bitch.

Hell isn't hot enough. That's all imma say.

On that note, I want to add that as a K-pop fan and Ncitizen, I am greatly disappointed, but I am not surprised. I had a FEELING someone in NCT was gonna do this bs. For once, I was hoping to be proven wrong. But that hoes to show you... we don't know these groups. He isn't the only one supporting these companies. Other idols are, too.

Here's some links to other idols

I also want to note that I will be taking my Doyoung post down even though it had Johnny in it. I'm clutching my pearls like a southern white woman and leaving. I can't get rid of the merch I bought, especially my DoJaeJung albums, but I won't be buying anymore. I understand some of these idols are under contract. For example, New Jeans they have a contract with Coca-Cola, and they just had a meal with McDonald's. That I completely understand. But ACTIVELY spending money to McDonald's and Starbucks and posting it!?!? Nah, you gotta go. Idc who you are. I don't care you have godly teir vocals you're done. It's not that hard to TRY to do something good. I am actively avoiding Starbucks, McDonald's, actively staying up to date on what's going on in the world. It's not just Palestine. It's Congo. Sudan. Yemen. If I can do all of that work a job. Go to school. Watch One Piece (an anime that actively talks about corrupt governments, genocide, war, propaganda, etc). Kim fucking Doyoung and other kpop idols can do it too. They just don't care and want to keep rolling their checks (he probably need to with that pocket change he probably getting). I AM BEGGING yall K-pop stans who still don't get it to STAND UP. Get a life. Read a fucking book. Because yall look dumb as hell, and I'm sorry, but my EGO MY PRIDE will not allow me to be dumb and continue to turn a blind eye when I know people are dying in a genocide. And for those of you saying "well just educate the idol." Baby, there's a reason why college is for adults, and it's not a mandatory if grown adults want to make the choice to learn they'll do it. These idols are GROWN it's not my job to educate adults who are older than me, and it shouldn't be your job either, especially FOR FREE.

I hope yall have a good day today, and I hope yall stay safe out there!

#black kpop stans #nct 127 #kim doyoung smut #june talks #dojaejung #doyoung nct

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Just Like Magic pt. 2.5

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Viscount!Choso x Maid/Reader

Warning: N/A

MASTERLIST

A/N: This is 2.5. Just some background context drabbles to tide people over till the next release of JLM. Thanks and I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think! Follow, comment or reblog, IDC because I enjoy writing this fic. Please pay attention before reading.

What Happened in the Year Drabbles:

Meeting Megumi:

Megumi huffed and groaned in exasperation as he struggled to use his spoon to scoop some soup into his mouth. It has been two days since he was recovering from his recon mission. Megumi was doing routine checks on villages in the north, ensuring security was tight when he was attacked by a monster. This was an ugly tall monster with lots of drool and long legs, the young soldier struggled to subdue the monster with his skills and barely got away.

When he arrived at the palace, he informed Viscount Itadori, who then planned to take most of his men up north to eradicate the monsters. Nanami helped him into his room to rest and recuperate. Right now, he was struggling to eat some food which made him instantly give up and return the bowl onto his tray and move it to the foot of the bed. There was a knock on his door, annoyed at whoever was coming to disturb him.

“Megumi!”

He winced at the screechy voice as he took in the hyperenergetic pink haired mage. His posture straightened in surprise at the woman behind him, wearing a dark green dress and carrying herself with an air of elegance.

“What do you want?”

“I wanted to check on how you were doing! What kind of monster were you attacked by?”

“Shut up, Yuuji! Who’s that behind you?”

She was about to open her mouth when Yuuji cut in rather disappointedly.

“Not until you answer my question.”

Megumi glared at Yuuji but the young lady rolled her eyes and patted the pink haired man on the shoulder before taking a seat on the chair beside Megumi’s bed. Her eyes go over to the tray on the bed as she smiles softly at Megumi. There’s something about her that reminds him of someone close to him.

“My name is (Y/N).” She hesitated at the end, looking to Yuuji as if he could better explain who she was. Yuuji grinned as he gave a nod.

“She’s the new Viscountess."

Megumi raised a suspicious eyebrow, folding his arms and leaning back on his bed.

"When did this happen?"

Yuuji brought his fingers to count before smiling and answering.

"Four maybe five days ago."

Megumi furrowed his eyebrows before then asking.

"I thought he was meant to marry Lady Yorozu."

Yuuji smiled nervously, scratching at his head whereas (Y/N) straightforwardly answered.

"Duke Kenjaku tricked Viscount Itadori by making me pose as Lady Yorozu."

Megumi gave a nonchalant nod as (Y/N) turned to Yuuji to request that he excuse her and Megumi. Yuuji gave a nod and stepped out before it was just (Y/N) and Megumi. She exhaled looking at his tray and spoke.

"Was the soup not to your liking?"

Megumi pursed his lips and shook his head, unsure of whether to tell her the truth or to go with her assumption. She smiled and brought the tray on her lap, stirring it with a spoon.

"I used to make this soup for my brother whenever he was … unwell. I hoped it would do the same for you."

Megumi's shoulders sagged slightly as he shook his head, this time deciding to admit the truth.

"It would have been good if I could just get my strength up."

(Y/N) smiled softly and lifted the spoon up to Megumi’s mouth.

"If you're okay with it, I could help you eat."

Megumi opened his mouth cautiously, taking a bite and finally managing to savour the soup. It was sweet and nutty, being able to taste chicken, corn and egg. Something his sister would make as he glanced up at the young Viscountess. What did she want? (Y/N) smiled while stirring the soup and giving Megumi another spoonful.

"Truthfully Sir Fushiguro, I'm trying to atone for my inconvenience."

Megumi hadn't realised that he expressed his thoughts out loud but remained a neutral expression at her words. He couldn't well and truly judge what she was saying as he exhaled.

"Don't bother. You weren't the one who tricked Viscount Choso, Duke Kenjaku did. As long as you don't hurt anyone here, then there is no issue."

(Y/N) gave a nod and helped Megumi to finish his soup before she stood up with the tray in her hands.

"You remind me a lot of my brother. I just want to make sure that I do right and well by you, along with the other house members."

Just before she's about to go, Megumi calls out.

"Call me Megumi. You make me sound old like my Dad."

"Of course, Megumi."

(Y/N) left the room and Megumi couldn't help but let out a small soft smile. She reminded him a lot about his sister Tsumiki. Maybe Lady Itadori would be a beneficial addition to the Itadori House.

Meeting Locals:

It had been a month now since (Y/N) had grown accustomed to the House, coming to grips with her role as a Lady. It seemed that the training she would have given to Lady Yorozu (if she got married) became more useful for herself as she finished reading the final ledger from Viscount Itadori.

Kaprines was doing alright as a region but it had not given much value to the country of Alabria as she leant back on her study chair. She recently rearranged her office, to have an extra desk by the wall, full of parchment, paints and graphite. The window in the office also had a cushioned seat which made it easier to look out the window and sketch.

It had also been a month since she had stayed indoors, getting used to her place and she desperately wanted to go out and breathe some air, to go into the town and see what life was like for the inhabitants of Kaprines. After all, she was Viscountess Lady Itadori of Kaprines.

She gave a soft smile at Zachary, the raven was snoozing peacefully on a cushion on her desk, she brought a finger to stroke the back of his neck. (Y/N) wanted to keep Zachary close to her. Standing up, she went beside her office door to pull the golden cord which summoned Nanami to her office. Within a few minutes, there was a knock on her door before it opened to reveal Nanami.

The man was dressed in a simple dark blue shirt with a khaki coloured trouser and long jacket. He gave a short bow to the Lady.

"My Lady?"

"I've finished reading the last ledger but I had a few questions."

Nanami gave a nod as (Y/N) gestured for him to take a seat opposite her desk before she too sat down herself. The blonde man simply stood before her desk ignoring her offer which made (Y/N) roll her eyes.

"What would you like to know?"

"Has Kaprines contributed to Alabria in any way? For example, Scora is our biggest port which takes in imports from other nations; Chaycor produce steel and wool; Shiuh Shia have big agriculture, almost providing food for the country, Jotron has the best education and medicine provision and Lushijan is where most men train to become knights and soldiers."

Nanami nervously scratched the back of his head which seemed to answer her question. Something needed to be done to try to get Kaprines established and on the same level as the other regions.

"I mean, Kaprines has a mixture of those things but nothing that makes it stand out alone."

"Right. And what about the people? How do they feel about the Lord presiding over their state? Viscount Itadori wrote very little about them."

"As far as I know, we've not heard many issues from the towns. They're self-sufficient in what they do but I can be wrong. In terms of the ledgers, Viscount Itadori had to focus more on retaining stability as a household head.

"It took him a lot longer to be accustomed to being a Viscount, especially as he is used to being on the battlefield."

"I see. Finally, how many people exactly know who I am? And what have the people been told?"

Nanami stuttered as he counted in his head.

"In terms of the truth of how and why you're here: Me, Nobara, Megumi, Yuuji, Captain Tsukumo, Captain Fushiguro and Lord Itadori know. The other workers in the house have been told that Lord Itadori chose to marry you instead of Lady Yorozu. Everyone else has not been informed. That was Lord Itadori's job."

Nanami's face darkened as he stared down at the desk. Unfortunately Zachary was waking up at that moment and croaked loudly at the butler's face, flying up in panic before landing on his Lady's shoulder. (Y/N) pouted, patting her bird comfortingly and soothing him whereas Nanami snapped out of anger and apologised.

"I apologise, Zachary."

The raven bowed his head before flying down perching himself on her lap to receive pets and strokes.

"Right. In that case, I should be able to just visit the people without any hassle."

She lifted her bird to her eyes and informed Zachary to pass a message to Nobara and Megumi. The blonde haired butler stands up with surprise.

"My Lady?"

"What? Is there an issue with it?"

Nanami shook his head with a soft chuckle, opening the door to let the raven fly out and give a message.

"You're beginning to look a lot like the Lady of the house." (Y/N) gave a smile before Nanami continued, this time his tone was more serious. "Please do me a favour and keep Megumi and Nobara with you."

"I promise."

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"Why is it so quiet?"

(Y/N), Megumi and Nobara walked around the town square, taking in the very few people that were walking around. It looked like a ghost town. The roads weren't dilapidated so the town wasn't necessarily poorly kept. There just seemed to be no life and excitement.

"Kaprines has been like this as far as I know. There just isn't much to do."

The shopkeepers seemed bored out of their minds as (Y/N) glanced around. There was a lot that needed to be done before she came across a shop that was simply titled 'Hakari's'. With a frown, she entered the shop, after requesting Megumi and Nobara to wait outside, looking around to see odd bits of indistinguishable junk and books. There was a person sitting at the front counter, their eyes snapped up in surprise as they turned around and called.

"Kin! There's a customer!"

There was a trudging down the stairs before (Y/N)'s came across a man of average height, dressed almost like his manga counterpart. This was all new territory and the characters she knew were becoming different to what she knew prior. He was wearing black trousers and a brown fur coat, his hair was a pale purple.

He had a big grin on his face as his fingers stroked along his thin barely there moustache, before spinning his hand to give a flamboyant bow.

"Hello! I am Kinji Hakari and behind me is Kirara Hoshi. Call me Hakari. What brings a member of the Itadori House to my shop?"

(Y/N) glanced up with confusion at Hakari, unable to understand how Hakari knew that. The man simply grinned as he explained.

"I know nearly everyone in this town and you definitely aren't from here. Plus you have the house seal on that robe."

(Y/N) pinched her lips at her realisation as she lifted the hood off her head before introducing herself, deciding to go with her maiden name to avoid telling the truth.

"I'm (Y/N) Inumaki, working in the Itadori House. I'm new to Kaprines and simply just want to know why it looks so empty out there."

"Ah, so you want information? That's gonna cost you."

That's how he was going to be. (Y/N) was unimpressed as she exhaled rather bored.

"That's disappointing. I'll simply take my business somewhere else."

She was about to turn around but Hakari called out after with a hearty guffaw, as he gestured for (Y/N) to come and sit by their front counter. Kirara went back and put a chair down for their customer to sit on.

"Ah I'm only jesting, Miss. Please sit. Kirara, how about tea? I promise it's on the house."

(Y/N) gave a nod and sat down on the chair as Hakari took a seat opposite her. It wasn't long and Kirara brought out a rich chamomile tea for her to drink. The chamomile was fairly decent but (Y/N) sipped the drink so as not to look rude. Hakari began to answer.

"Well there's just not much in Kaprines. People here just live quiet lives or the people that did live here, move to the other regions or try to work in the Itadori House."

"You seem like the kind of person who'd make more of themselves in another region. How come you're here?"

"You're not wrong but I'm great where I am. My business does well and Kirara and I are happy here."

There was something he was hiding but (Y/N) gave a nod as her eyes wandered around before landing on a candle with drawings on its body. Standing up, she went towards the candle, lifting it and examining it in her hands.

"Ah you like the candle?"

"It has a beautiful design."

"Yeah, these sell quite well but people are buying them because they light up a room. They don't care to look at the designs which is a shame because the maker works real hard to design and carve them."

"Who makes them?"

"A kid that lives down the road with his mother, says it helps him pay for food."

Her hands stilled as she glanced up at Hakari, asking.

"Are people struggling here?"

"A lot of people do. That Lord Itadori spent money to build the roads and some houses but the houses are too expensive. People can only afford food. Honestly, the region needs a lot of work and improvement."

Staring down at the candle, a small idea was starting to form in her head as her fingers traced the designs on the candle. She was going to turn Kaprines around to make it thrive.

The improvement project:

(Y/N) shook her head as she stepped off the carriage, before being immediately flanked by Nanami and Nobara. Rolling her eyes she was about to turn to the carriage when Nanami had beat her to it and held on to three covered canvases, Nobara had the other two and a small pile of booklets which were held by a twine bow.

Nanami bowed at the Lady who shook her head with a smile, walking forward and into Hakari's to greet the owner. The purple haired man grinned and exclaimed with delight.

"Lady Itadori! Once again a delight to see you here!"

About two months after her visit, Hakari had already deduced that (Y/N) held a high position in the house and his suspicions had been confirmed when he caught Nanami bowing to the Lady, a prior time when (Y/N) came to visit Hakari.

The two of them had formed a business relationship of sorts as (Y/N) sold a few paintings to Hakari, additionally providing him with means to travel around and sell these art pieces. This slowly started to create a name around the region and slowly slowly, people were coming to Kaprines to buy and sell art. Kaprines was on its way to becoming a cultural hub for art.

"Hello Hakari! How are you doing today?"

"Doing amazing my Lady! Can't wait to see what you've brought for me to sell today!"

Nanami uncovered one canvas to show to Hakari, who put the canvas on his counter. Kirara was busy helping the other few customers that were in the store. The painting was a watercolour of a peach blossom tree in the summer and it made Hakari's heart warm with delight.

"My Lady! You seem to get better, day by day! These will all sell well. Let's hope that Sir Amanai shows up today."

Among her buyers, there was apparently a tall man with striking sharp blue eyes that went by the name of Sir Amanai that brought a lot of her paintings. The door opened and closed but Hakari's grin grew wider as he spun around the table to greet the customer.

"Speak of the man himself, Sir Amanai!"

Finally after months of wondering, (Y/N) could meet her most valuable customer. The man was incredibly tall, dressed in a simple brown shirt, black waistcoat and black trousers, along with a black robe. The man was rather tall and his stature was difficult to tell because of the bagginess of his clothes.

Hakari was right about his eyes being a striking shade of blue. It was like the sky and sea were clashing for dominance and it could make you get lost for years. That was the only defining feature of him because the rest of his face was covered by a white mask. Apparently it was to hide his hideous scars he received from his military days.

The tall man seemed to sense Lady (Y/N), finishing his greeting with Hakari before stepping up and bowing in front of the Lady. He used one hand to lift the bottom of his mask, the other held onto the Lady's hand and kissed the back of it before resettling his mask on his face.

His eyes seemed so familiar but she couldn't pinpoint who exactly this man was. There was no way this man could be who she thought it was because the person she could think of, would have had a much grander introduction to the story.

"And you must be the painter who creates these wonderful works of art."

"That's me. I'm (Y/N) Inumaki. Sir Amanai?"

"That's right and in the flesh! I must say, I adore your art pieces. I’m always asking Hakari when the next piece will come in but he’s given me a better gift as I am now able to meet the lady responsible for them.”

Sir Amanai stepped around the young Lady to the counter to see the cherry blossom canvas. There was a big grin on his face as he took in the soft colours and brush strokes. His gloved hands traced the branch of the tree trunk before looking over his shoulder and declaring.

"I would like to purchase everything that Miss Inumaki has brought just now."

Hakari clapped his hands and gave a nod, going around the counter to process the purchase. (Y/N) had a curious glint in her eyes as she stepped forward to open her mouth but Sir Amanai cut in.

"Do you take commissions?"

(Y/N) glanced up to Nanami as if silently asking him but he shook his head.

"Not to date, Sir."

"Well would you take a commission from the Royal family?"

Everyone seemed to be still at the words. There was no way this man was of the royal family. The masked sir laughed as he waved in hands to clarify.

"I'm a representative of the Royal family and the emperor has heard of your work. He would like to commission a portrait from you to celebrate his birthday next year."

"Next year?"

"Yes. He is in no rush to hear a response from you soon. Take your time and consider it. When you do, please arrive in Jotron with this brooch. You'll be let in to meet Emperor Gojo."

The store door opened and closed which made Mr. Amanai look up and nod.

"Ah! Mr. Kuroi, good you're here! Please help me take the art pieces back to the estate."

Mr. Kuroi was also a tall man with long black hair that was tied into a half updo, he had brown dragon like eyes which gave him a mysterious intimidating aura. The man dressed similarly to Sir Amanai and had on a black coloured mask. There was something fishy about his mask which made a chill run down (Y/N)'s back.

Nanami noticed this but kept quiet, hoping to bring it up later with Lord Itadori when he came back from his hunt. Mr. Kuroi silently gathered the canvases and parchments, sending a bow of his head to everyone before leaving. After paying Hakari with a pouch of what could be coins, Sir Amanai stepped forward and reached into his pocket to hand her a brooch bearing the crest of the royal family: a shield with a hydrangea behind a magpie, the Gojo family crest.

"Until the next time we meet." He sends a final farewell to Hakari before swiftly leaving the shop. Nanami, Nobara and (Y/N) share an intrigued expression as (Y/N) whispers to them.

"There's something quite not right there."

"I agree, my Lady. I'll have someone survey them the next time they come."

(Y/N) gave a nod before collecting her split money from Hakari. Heading out of the shop and going to her carriage, followed by Nanami and Nobara. There wasn't something quite right about Sir Amanai and Mr. Kuroi.

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