#//first for his hair and second for the outfit

[novaschips]

That trend where you get your coworkers to sign something but it's an old cringy picture of them, ft. the Pitt.

Anyways, their newest intern gets the bright idea to do this when they start their ED rotation and film it. They do it during small bursts of downtime when the attendings and the residents are just charting or on break.

Robby is the first they approach. They hand him a paper asking him to sign it and he laughs when he sees his picture, a fresh new physician in the 90s, in his cute little suspenders.

Collins is flabbergasted when she's face to face with her hometown pageant picture. She won Miss Congeniality. She demands jokingly for where they found it because her socials are absolutely locked down.

Langdon's is the one everyone crows over. 16 years old, with black dyed hair flopping over his eye, black painted nails, snakebite piercings and eyeliner, wearing too skinny jeans and converse shoes, tongue out. He was in a band, he insisted, but no one believed him.

Mel's picture is one from when she was 14 with braces, a flower crown on her head, pastel ballerina outfit from head-to-toe, in the middle of doing a pirouette. She gapes at it for a good second because she hasn't seen that picture in so long.

Those pictures of Frank and Mel are posted on the breakroom fridge next to one another with the quote "He was punk, she did ballet" for a good two weeks.

McKay is surprised with a picture from when she was in her high school swim team. Speedo zipped up to her neck and a swim cap, and she laughs saying she looked like an egg.

Samira gawks when she opens the paper and sees her awkward skateboarding phase when she was 13, posing with a skateboard and full on protective gear with a smile. The sad part is, she tells them, that she never learned to skateboard and just had a massive crush on Tony Hawk.

Trinity isn't spared, to her horror, because now all the bullying she did to Langdon when she saw his picture is coming to bite her back in the ass. Her picture is from when she was sixteen, back when she dressed more butch: Short hair, baggy pants, baggy shirt, BOXERS, raybans on her face, peace signs on both hands.

Dennis stares at the picture they show him, of him in denim overalls in the middle of a field of corn when he was fourteen. Skinny as all hell, and even back then, he still looked like a victorian street urchin.

Victoria's is from her sweet 16th birthday. She's in a monstrous pink ballgown, a bouquet of flowers in her arms, and a glittering tiara on her head. Behind her was the banner "Princess Victoria's Birthday Bash!" in Curlz MT font with a large picture of her face on it. She cringes upon seeing it.

All of it is cringy AF, but it gets the usually somber ER doctors to smile.

As for the nurses, Dana threatens them with death if they dig up her pictures. The interns know full well never to mess with them.

[tttabii]

BY YOUR SIDE

heeseung x reader

warnings : none, fluff

THE FIRST TIME LEE HEESEUNG saw you, he was peering out from behind the fence and munching on a melon popsicle, and a feeling of curiosity swelled in his chest. He was ten. You were eight, small and scrappy, talking back to your mom in fast, animated Mandarin while pointed at boxes and commanding the movers.

Your Korean was pretty minimal and broken at that time, but your eyes were so bright, and when his parents bowed and nudged him to step forward and say hi, Heeseung managed to mumble something like, "Wanna play?"

You tilted your head and paused, confused for a moment, but you smiled and nodded. That was enough. He had quietly made it his job from then on, to allow himself to stay close.

You grew up together. You were practically joined at the hip. Heeseung helped you through Korean schools, corrected your pronunciation with gentle care, and promptly offered to sit next to you during lunch the few times you didn't make friends.

You, in return, introduced him to Chinese snacks that were too spicy for him, got him to pass English, and promised that you would make it big in acting one day. When he said he wanted to be an idol, you didn't laugh.

"Then I'll see you on stage while you see me on screen," you stated, running your hair through his hair and he smiled like it was the most normal future in the world. Even as he trained late into the nights and you started taking acting workshops, you stayed close together—texts, calls, study groups, coffee runs.

Heeseung was your person.

You were his.

So when Enhypen finally made its debut, it wasn't if he wanted you with him, it was when. "Be my assistant," he told you, not even 2 hours after his first stage ended. "I trust you. I need someone who gets me, and you get me better than anyone."

Initially you hesitated, not wanting to hold him back, but he was persistent. Heeseung was always persuasive when it came to you. So you said yes.

Now, years down the road, you were all but tied to his schedule. As his personal assistant, your phone was ringing and buzzing with calls, itinerary and updates almost all day long. You knew the exact brand of water he liked, the best snacks to keep his energy up, and how to fold his hoodies just right in the van.

You reminded him to stretch before rehearsals, dragged him to bed when he passed out on the couch, and made sure his mic wasn't crooked during comeback shows. The fans saw the photos of you sometimes, but no one ever connected the dots. You were always just "the assistant."

Still, there were moments—those close ones. Like when he'd call you late after a shoot just to hear your voice.

Or when his hand would linger just a second too long when exchanging his phone with yours.

Or when he would lean in during dinner with his voice barely above a whisper asking things like, "if you weren't my assistant, would you still stick by me?" and you would laugh.

What else would you do?

You had to. You couldn't fall, especially not for him.

But Heeseung was long gone.

Two months later.

Heeseung was sitting across from the interview camera, dressed in a nice black jacket and playing with the edge of the mic attached to his collar. The interviewer grinned. "So Heeseung-ssi, what's your ideal type?" he said casually.

He blinked before smiling softly as if he already knew the answer. "Hmm... younger than me, pretty obviously. I don't know, someone with a little bite. Someone with guts. Long hair. Pretty eyes. Maybe a little bossy," he chuckled. "Someone who speaks three languages and doesn't take shit from anyone. Yeah, that's my type."

Somewhere backstage, probably fixing his next outfit or yelling at his manager to let him nap for five minutes, you had no idea. No idea he was talking about you.

You didn't realize how much Heeseung spoke about your childhood until the other members began teasing him about it at least every other week.

They would say that he talked about you "a little too much" every time he talked about some random moment when you were trying to learn how to speak Korean, or how you would sneak him Chinese candies under the desk at school, or even the time he tried to dye his own hair in high school only to end up looking like a tomato—until you came to the rescue.

In the present, it was no different.

You were now standing behind Heeseung with gloves on, carefully brushing his hair as it absorbed the fresh dye—red this time, at his discretion. The others were lounging in the dorm, flinging snacks at each other and teasing both you and Heeseung once in a while.

You had somehow already become a member of the friend group, it came so naturally. They all liked you too. You were cool, reliable, and Jay even declared once upon a time that you made Heeseung "way less annoying." Pretty good praise.

"So what the hell is taking so long?" Sunghoon hollered from across the room, "Hyung, just shave your head next time."

"You're just jealous of the attention I get from her," Heeseung shot back, a lazy grin spreading across his face while you rolled your eyes at him from behind. Your fingers massaged the dye in carefully, still gentle even when you lightly smacked the back of his head for being annoying.

Then Jungwon gasped. "Oh my god—guys! The interview's up."

Your ears perked. You'd almost forgotten.

That interview. The one where Heeseung supposedly had given his ideal type. Everyone scrambled around to pull it up on their phone. You, however, were the only one left to wrap up his hair until Jungwon shoved his phone in your face.

"Here," he said with a smirk, "let's see if you can pick up on it."

You blinked and leaned in. "...someone younger than me, definitely," the voice from the video echoed. "Bold, long hair, kinda bossy—she keeps me on my toes. Knows three languages. I don't know, someone who gets me."

You stared at the screen, your lower lip already protruding. Ouch. Your heart twisted in your chest, something warm and sad washing behind your ribcage. He had never told you those words. You didn't even know he liked anybody at all.

Your eyes flicked down the comments - most were shipping him with a popular female idol—a beautiful one. One with long legs, a famous laugh, and someone who is definitely not you.

"OMG it must be ____ from that team, they're always at the same awards shows!"

"But she only speaks Korean and basic English??"

"He said THREE languages, guys."

"Can't be her, she doesn't even give off a bossy type like lol."

You frowned again, and handed the phone back. "It must be nice to have someone he likes" you said softly, like you weren't sure if you were joking or not.

The members went dead quiet for a moment. Jake and Sunghoon shared a glance. Jay blinked. Jungwon lifted himself off the couch with a groan. "You're joking," Sunoo said, laughing in disbelief. "You're actually serious? You really don't know?"

Heeseung turned his head slightly. "Wait-what are you talking about?" You stared at the ground. Heeseung stood up, his towel around his neck and the dye still setting. He tilted his head to look at Jungwon's phone. He didn't just look at the phone, though. He looked at the comments. He looked at the shipping. He looked at the name. His jaw tightened. You weren't looking at him anymore.

You were pretending to pack up the dye kit, stuffing gloves into plastic bags as if your heart wasn't on the brink of falling out of your chest. He took two steps forward. "Hey," he forgot to whisper, the tone was low, careful. "That... it wasn't about her."

You froze. You looked up. Heeseung exhaled. "I was talking about you. You idiot."

Your eyes went wide. Jake whopped. Sunghoon started clapping. Sunoo literally threw a pillow in the air. The others were screaming. And somewhere in the madness of your own surprise and his soft, stupid grin.

"What?" you mumbled, your voice only barely audible, eyes flicking between Heeseung and his members as if they were going to jump out and say this was all fake, that you were being pranked. But Heeseung didn't laugh.

His jaw popped slightly, he rubbed the back of his neck as if it might ease the pressure of everyone staring at him, and finally said, "I like you," again, a bit stronger this time, with his eyes dropping to the floor before they found you again. "I've liked you for a while. I know this is messy, with me... being who I am, and you being my assistant, and us knowing each other for like forever. But I meant what I said in that interview. It wasn't off the whim or random."

You didn't say anything. "And—" he was fast now, stumbling with words, like he was scared he would lose courage if he stopped talking, "I found you the acting job. Not a small one. A lead—you're the lead. And I don't want to spill, but your co-actor... may or may not be me." His ears turned red. "I pulled some strings. I just... wanted to keep my promise." 

The dorm exploded.

"OH MY GOD???"

"MAIN CHARACTER ENERGY??"

"Wait wait wait—how are y'all not dating already? This is some enemies to lovers stuff—except they're not enemies, just both dumb."

Sunoo was literally waving his phone around. "WE NEED TO MAKE A FAN ACCOUNT. You guys don't know this, but I have been saving videos since like last year. Do you know how many soft moments I have saved of you two???"

"Remember that time she fixed his tie for that shoot and he smiled for the first time that morning?" Jungwon chimed in, already on Photoshop preparing a layout.

"Post it anonymously," Jake laughed as he already started thinking of usernames. "'@heeandhisgirlmoments'? '@bossyandbunny'? No one will even guess it's her right? I mean, she's lowkey."

You were stuck in place, still processing the fact that not only did Heeseung confess, but Heeseung gave you the lead role in a huge drama... with him. Your chest had way too many emotions at once and it felt overwhelming so you did the only thing you could do at that moment which was step forward and hug him.

It wasn't just a hug. It was soft, slow, as if everything that was unspoken for years just came out in that moment. Heeseung froze for a second then exhaled and wrapped his arms around you tight—burying his face in your neck.

"About time," Jay exclaimed in a low voice.

"Come on. Just go kiss her," Sunghoon foolishly whispered to Jungwon, who immediately began recording like a psychopath.  

And, yeah. Maybe Heeseung did kiss you after that. A little shyly, but still his. His hand brushed your jaw like you were glass, and your fingers curled into the sleeves of his hoodie, heart beating louder than the others' giggles.

A camera click went off.

"OH YEAH THAT ONE'S GOING ON THE FANPAGE."

You didn't even care.

When you finally pulled away from Heeseung, your cheeks flushed and your heart doing backflips, you turned around to the chaos committee a.k.a. the rest of Enhypen, and saw them all huddled together on the couch cackling over their phones.

"Guys, what are you doing-" you started, but it was too late. Jungwon was giggling like a maniac as he replayed a video of you at the waterpark, arms around Heeseung's neck as he carried you on his back, with Ni-ki splashing water at both of you in the background yelling "Hyung! She's not even that light!!"

Another clip was of you feeding Heeseung a bite of rice with you yelling at him for not moving off the couch, where he smirked lazily with his head in your lap. All at once, your heart sank and soared.

These weren't just random videos—these were yours, soft and unfiltered. "Wait—how do you have all of this??" you asked with wide eyes.

Sunoo just winked. "We're always watching."

And then, you saw it.The fanpage. Already created. Already posting. Already viral. 

Comments coming in thick and fast underneath the account @enhyhub_loveline (definitely Jungwon, you saw the watermark and his editing style).

Fans had already started musing.

"Wait, is that Sunghoon's laugh I hear in the background?"

"Ni-ki splashing them?? The person has to be someone close."

"No one is denying it so it's practically legitimate members consent?"

"Does that mean Heeseung only needs to say it and they're official?"

Your fingers swiped across the screen as you had an epiphany: the public connecting the dots, but they didn't know it was you yet. Heeseung leaned over your shoulder, scanning the comment section.

At first, he didn't say anything. He just repossessed with a humoured laugh. "Well, I guess there's some confirming I need to do."

And just like that, the fandom is going to lose their shit.

note: part 2?

[kamelika]

match made in berlin

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your first meeting with kaiser (tw: abuse mentioned)

Rain falls on the somber city of Berlin. A young boy with blonde hair sits under a canopy of a store, bod curled up, head rested in his arms, shivering. The store owner walked outside not long after and spotted him, recognizing him as the kid who stole his bread a few weeks prior.

"It's you!"

The shopkeeper yelled, which surprised the famished kid, making him jerk up.

"Scram, get 'outta here, kid!"

The child scowled at him but quickly ran away. He was now all alone, under the sky, in a dark alley, with nothing but his trusty football. He looked down at the ground, until suddenly... The rain stopped.

Well, not completely, he supposes, he can still hear the sounds of raindrops striking the ground. He looked up and was met with an umbrella equipped with a drawing of a blue rose. He turned only to be greeted by you, eyes tinted with concerned, a nice, tidy outfit secured onto you.

"Uhm... Are you okay?"

You spoke, voice laced with sympathy.

"What's it to you? Scram, get 'outta here."

You flinched at his words, not being used to people talking like that, his soft blue eyes contradicting his sharp tongue. But who could you blame? Those were the only words he knew, being raised in a harsh environment.

"You're mean... I just wanted to help you!"

You pouted, drawing out some bread from your bag. You were pissed at him now, refusing to look at his face. He hesitantly took the food, not accustomed to such a kind gesture. You still avoided his gaze, hoping he'd say sorry, but it never came, and soon your eyes landed back on him again.

At first, he was hesitant to even take a bite, bater a not even a few seconds later, he ate the bread with glee, barely even chewing on it before swallowing.

"Careful! You might choke!"

You blurted out. He merely replied with a brief stare, before continuing to eat, a bit slower this time. You two chatted back and forth, and you learned his name at last. 'Michael Kaiser'. Such a mesmerizing name.

"Michael."

You mumble his name, letting it roll of your tongue.

"Eh, that's so hard to say. Can I just call you Mihya?"

He raises an eyebrow, exerting a face of 'what kind of abbreviation is that???', but quickly shrugs it off with a nod. He finishes the bread, and you two stayed and chatted together, umbrella still above his head. You two took turns holding the umbrella, since your hand got tired. The both of you chatted until the rain came to an end.

"That's a cool ball."

"I know."

"Can you play?"

"Yeah."

"Awesome! Can I see you play?"

"Fine, I guess..."

You two walked to somewhere with more space. He set the ball on the ground and he showed you a brief trick sorry guys I don't know soccer well lmao, i cant really explain football parts in full detail, in which you were easily amazed by. You didn't know how a kid that young was so talented.

"W-Woah. You're good!!!"

"Uhm, yeah. I know."

You two continued chatting for hours on end, and he showed you a few more tricks before you had to go.

That spot quickly became a usual meet up spot for you two. It was an unspoken routine for you to stop by there after school ended.

Whenever he was harmed by his dad, you would treat his wounds, and overall make his day much brighter and enjoyable. You always made sure to eat only half your lunch to share the rest with him. You were the anchor of his life.

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Suddenly, he stopped appearing. You quickly learned that he was arrested, and you tried your best, but couldn't do anything about it. You begged and begged the officers, but they merely ignored you, seeing you as an immature child. You knew Michael didn't do that. Sure, he stole, but you could swear with your life he wasn't the perpetrator.

Years flew by and you grew older, maturing and slowly forgetting about Michael. Just as you completely forgot about his existence, you were walking to high school, passing by the place you and Michael used to meet before spotting a familiar figure. You took a good minute before finally recognizing him. It was Kaiser, but taller, with 2 rattails sticking out on the back of his head, equipped with blue ends. You couldn't bring yourself to talk to him. You figured he'd left everything in the past behind, knowing about how wounding it was. You know you'd at least have to say 'hi', but no matter what, the words wouldn't come out, and you were so frustrated with yourself because you didn't know why you couldn't greet him. You hesitantly walk away, hoping he'll stop by again tomorrow and you'll greet him then. As soon as you walked into his view, he called out.

"Y/n?"

You froze. Honestly, you were kind of relived he was the one who spoke out first. You slowly turned to face him. You gulped.

"Mihya."

there will be a part 2 guys i just wanted to release this rq

[next>]

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a/n: my writing style is inconsistent lol

requests r open bbgs

[sturnsblogs]

INTRODUCTION

LOSER!MATT X POPULAR!READER

Observant. Blunt. Detached. Guarded. Intimidating. Headphones. Chains. Rings. Silver. Cat person. Converse. Skating.

Outgoing (on the surface). Overwhelmed. Perfectionist. Determined. Funny. People-Pleaser. “Mean”. Lonely. Legos. Modeling.

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You’re two weeks into senior year and you are already going insane. Your mornings are a chaotic mess, your planner looks like a war zone, and between modeling gigs, your parents’ constant yelling, and school events, you’re barely keeping your eyes open—let alone keeping your life together.

This morning is the final straw.

You’re frantically tugging the sock curls out of your hair while muttering under your breath.

“Stupid, stupid—I knew I should’ve set a second alarm,” you snap, knocking over your mascara tube in the rush.

You’re doing your makeup in half the time it usually takes, blending concealer with your fingers while stuffing toast in your mouth and hopping into your boots. You almost trip on your way out the door but manage to grab your bag and keys just in time.

At least you look hot. That’s the rule: if everything is falling apart, you still show up pretty. Lip gloss perfect, hair bouncing, outfit coordinated to perfection. No one can know you barely slept. No one can know your parents were screaming until 2 a.m.

You get to class just as the bell almost rings. The teacher gives you a half-annoyed glance but doesn’t say anything, and you smile politely, sliding into the room.

That’s when you see it.

Assigned seats.

You sigh so hard you almost deflate.

“Great,” you mutter under your breath, scanning the projector. Your name is paired with someone you don’t recognize at first—then your eyes catch it.

Matt Sturniolo.

You blink. The quiet guy? The one who never talks? Always in the back with his hood up and headphones in, looking like he hates the world?

Your eyes drift to the far side of the classroom. He’s already there, slouched in the seat, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands, staring ahead like he wishes he were anywhere else. His legs are stretched out, one foot tapping restlessly under the desk.

You hesitate for a second before walking over. You sit next to him quietly, adjusting your bag and smoothing your skirt. You glance at him.

He doesn’t look at you. You keep staring. A little curious. A little intrigued.

He finally turns his head just enough to meet your eyes, his expression unreadable, eyes slightly narrowed.

“…What?” he says, voice low and gruff, like your existence is annoying him.

You blink, caught off guard. “Nothing,” you say quickly, looking away.

There’s a beat of silence.

“You’re staring,” he adds flatly.

You scoff lightly, trying to play it cool. “I was just… figuring out if I’ve ever heard you talk before.”

He raises a brow. “Congrats. First time.”

His voice is deeper than you expected. Not shy, not nervous—just blunt. Dry. Like he didn’t want to speak but felt obligated to acknowledge your presence because you wouldn’t stop looking at him.

You glance at him again, a little thrown. “You always this friendly?”

He smirks faintly, just the ghost of one. “Only to the people I really like.”

You open your mouth to respond, but nothing clever comes out. You just huff a laugh and look forward, lips twitching into a grin. He’s clearly not trying to impress anyone.

Which is kind of… refreshing?

You reach into your bag and pull out your notebook. “Well,” you murmur, “guess you’re stuck with me.”

Matt doesn’t look at you. He just flips a page in his sketchbook, pencil moving lazily across the paper.

“I’ve been through worse,” he says.

And somehow, that makes you smile harder than any fake compliment ever has.

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A/N- Thank you to @chriss-slutt for the idea and thank to @cherryystemfemme for all the pictures i love you both. If anyone has done this AU please tell me so i can give the credits.

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[pandacherryblossoms]

~💗BOYNEXTDOOR Headcannons💗~

^^Bad Boy Woonhak x Girly Girl Reader^^

Fluff

• He first notices you in the hallway, all pastels and sparkles, and instantly assumes you’re too soft for someone like him. But when you give him the brightest smile and compliments his earrings, he’s thrown off—and secretly intrigued.

• You start waving at him every day. He pretends not to care… but starts arriving earlier just to catch you smile. He warms up to you and you only.

• You’re the type to carry cute pens, glittery notebooks, and stickers, while he’s got headphones in, a beat-up leather jacket, and doodles skulls on his notes.

• You guys bicker over you adding Hello Kitty stickers to his phone case. He complains, but never takes them off.

• His motorcycle jacket looks very good on your pretty pink dresses, and he knows it.

• Woonhak glares at anyone who so much as looks at you wrong. You’re oblivious half the time and just keeps talking about your lip gloss flavors.

• But when someone actually disrespects you? He’s instantly in front of you, jaw clenched, voice low and dangerous: “You’ve got two seconds to walk away.”

• Despite his tough image, he starts carrying extra pink hair ties around his wrist because you always lose yours.

• You painted little hearts on his nails one day “just to try,” and he wore them all week. When someone mocked it, he shrugs and says, “My girl did it. Problem?”

• He buys you your favorite boba flavor without you asking. You almost cry.

• You love hand-holding and cuddles; he pretends to groan but always pulls you in by the waist, especially if someone’s watching.

• He’s the king of back hugs while you talk to your friends. Chin on your shoulder, arms tight around you, looking smug.

• You get flustered when he compliments your outfits with that cocky smirk. “You look beautiful baby”

• But you surprise him with sudden boldness, pulling his collar to fix his tie and saying, “Only for you.” He malfunctions.

• You calls him your “tough little puppy” and he rolls his eyes—while secretly melting.

• Only you get to see the way he blushes when you kiss his cheeks or play with his hair. You turn the big bad wolf into a soft puppy.

• He never expected to fall for someone so bright, but now he can’t imagine his world without your pink sparkly energy.

• And you? You feel safest in the arms of the boy everyone warned you about—because he’s only ever gentle with you.

[sweetsonnyangel]

Ferrari is my red flag | CS55

Slow burn!!

First fic about Carlos..

Pls enjoy, I rewrote this so many times.

Takes place while he's still in Ferrari.

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3:16 AM

“Lan, when’s my flight supposed to leave for your race?”

Lando looked at his phone, shaking his head.

“Are you serious? In literally 30 minutes.”

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You shot out of bed, eyes barely open as you fumbled for the nearest shirt. You pulled it on, grabbed your big black purse, and started tossing random clothes into it, hardly pausing to think about what you were even packing. The last thing you grabbed was your wallet, and with one final, hasty glance around your room, you bolted out the door.

You called an Uber and stood outside your apartment building, impatiently glancing around. Your hair was a wild mess, as usual, and it was impossible to tell if you were wearing shorts or not. To top it off, your feet slipped into ridiculous slippers.

When the Uber finally pulled up, you sprinted toward it, practically throwing yourself into the back seat. "Hi," you said, already digging into your purse for cash. "I’ll give you an extra 200 if you can get me to the airport in under five minutes."

By some miracle, you made it onto the flight, barely.

You collapsed into your seat, bag still clutched in your hand, because, of course, it was the only thing you had bothered to bring.

In the Norris family, your legendary inability to be on time was practically a birthright. You were always late. Always.

People liked to call it irresponsibility; you called it prioritization.

"Why rush if I’m not going to look good?" you had once said, entirely serious.

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You stepped off the plane, blinking blearily as you trudged through the airport, still in dog slippers, still mildly running on chaos and adrenaline.

And there he was.

Lando, standing near the arrivals gate, hands in his pockets, looking entirely too smug for someone who had zero clue how much of a disaster your morning had been.

Your face lit up the second you saw him, and you picked up the pace, practically launching yourself into a hug.

"Hi, Lans!" you grinned, practically launching yourself into his arms.

Lando huffed out a laugh, hugging you tightly. "Hey, where are your bags?"

You pulled back just enough to lift your purse with a puzzled look. "Right here?"

He stared at you for a second, then laughed, shaking his head. "You’re insane."

"It's nice to see you too."

He rolled his eyes, still smiling, and pulled you in for another quick squeeze. "Missed you."

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Lando took you back to his hotel room, already half-impatient as he told you to put on an actual outfit because you’d be heading to the paddock. You’d always been supportive of your brother, always cheered him on from a distance, but you’d never actually been to one of these races before. Now, the reality of it was setting in—and despite the excitement, a small part of you still felt a bit out of place.

"Can I borrow one of your shirts?" you asked, your voice cutting through the quiet, pulling Lando’s attention away from his phone.

He barely looked up.

"Lando!" you snapped, a little more urgently.

"What?"

You sighed. "Can I borrow one of your shirts?"

He lazily pointed to his suitcase, eyes still glued to the screen.

You rolled your eyes and walked over, rummaging through the mess of clothes until you found a simple white shirt. You slipped it on, paired it with your black shorts—not your best look, but it would have to do.

"Okay, I’m ready," you said, flashing him a small grin.

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The paddock was packed, like, ridiculously packed. A sea of people, cameras flashing, voices blending into a constant hum of excitement.

The second fans spotted Lando, the screaming started. You stuck close to his side, expression shifting into something unpleasantly neutral.

You’d never really been public about being Lando’s sibling. Didn’t see the point. But judging by the way people were already whispering, pointing, staring, that was about to change.

Lando led you away from the chaos, weaving through the crowd until you reached a more private part of the paddock. That’s when you spotted Oscar, standing near the McLaren garage.

You smiled, waving. “Hi, Oscar.”

His face lit up as he pulled you into a hug. “Hey! Long time no see.”

You laughed softly, stepping back. “I know… How’s Lily?”

You fell into easy conversation, chatting about Lily, racing, and whatever else had been going on recently. But before long, Lando returned, this time with a few familiar faces.

You turned to see Max Verstappen, hand already extended for a handshake.

Of course, you ignored it entirely and pulled him into a hug instead. “Nice to meet you!”

Max hesitated for half a second, slightly caught off guard, but then smiled, going along with it.

One by one, you did the same to every driver Lando introduced. Charles, Pierre, Lewis.

Of course, you already knew who they all were—who didn’t? But this was the first time you’d actually met them. And if first impressions mattered, then they were all getting hugs, no exceptions.

You met the WAGs, introducing yourself with a bright smile—though not all of them seemed particularly welcoming. A few gave you curious, borderline judgmental looks, probably noticing how much younger you were… and how your style didn’t exactly scream elegance the way theirs did.

Not that you cared.

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At the end of the day, Lando’s text finally came through.

Hurry up and get to the car.Helpful. So helpful.

You sighed, wandering through the paddock, phone pressed to your ear as Lando—being the absolute menace that he was—ignored every single one of your calls. "Unbelievable," you muttered under your breath, groaning as you glanced around, searching for anyone who could point you in the right direction.

And that’s when you saw him.

A flash of red caught your eye. A driver.

You made your way over, tapping him lightly on the shoulder. "Excuse me?"

He turned around, his expression flickering somewhere between mild amusement and thinly-veiled impatience, but none of that mattered.

Because the second you saw his face, your brain just short-circuited.

He was stupidly beautiful.

Like, unfairly so. God’s personal flex.

You blinked, suddenly feeling hyper-aware of yourself. What were you even wearing? Did you look like a complete mess?

"Uh, hi."

You forced out a small smile, sticking your hand out, because for some reason, he was the first person today who made you second-guess going in for a hug.

His grip was firm, warm, fingers lightly calloused. "Hi, I’m Carlos."

The accent hit you immediately—deep, unmistakably Spanish.

And that name… Carlos.

It sounded familiar, tugging at something in your memory.

Lando had definitely mentioned him before. Probably more than once.

"Do you know where Lando parks? Like, where the parking lot is? I’m so lost."

Carlos’s brow furrowed instantly, like he had just been handed the weirdest request of his life. "I’m sorry, but I can’t give that information out."

You just stared at him, completely confused, brows knitting together in unison with his. Was he… seriously? Did he think you were some crazy fan asking for a weird favor?

"...Oh, sorry, He’s my brother" you explained, gesturing vaguely, trying to salvage the situation. You felt a little awkward, suddenly wishing you had dressed up or something. "I was trying to call him, but he’s being an ass and not answering."

Carlos didn’t look convinced. He still had that suspicious look on his face, like any minute now you were going to ask for an autograph or try to start a scene.

What the hell was going on at the paddock?

You sighed, throwing your hands up in defeat. "Look, just FaceTime him. See if he answers, please."

Carlos hesitated for a moment, giving you a side-eye, before pulling out his phone and dialing. The FaceTime ring echoed through the air as the call connected. Finally, Lando’s face appeared on the screen, looking unbothered and slightly amused.

You didn’t waste a second. You snatched the phone from Carlos’s hand. "Lando! You prick! Why aren’t you answering me?"

Lando blinked, clearly caught off guard by your fiery explosion. "What the hell?" "What do you mean, what the hell? I’ve been trying to reach you for ages!" you fired back, voice rising with every word.

Carlos just stood there, completely entertained, trying not to laugh. It was honestly impressive how fast the entire interaction had gone from mildly confusing to pure chaos. Definitely siblings.

Lando and you spent a solid five minutes arguing over the phone before finally reaching a compromise. Carlos would help you find him. Because, apparently, Lando was incapable of doing things the easy way.

Now, you and Carlos walked side by side through the paddock, the air buzzing with energy as the world around you moved in fast-paced rhythm.

"Sorry I didn’t believe you," Carlos chuckled, hands tucked casually into his pockets.

You glanced up at him with a small smile. "Oh no, it’s fine. You’ve probably had people ask crazier things, right? Gotta be cautious. I could’ve been a total weirdo."

Carlos let out a light laugh, nodding in agreement. But then, his gaze lingered just a little longer than necessary, subtle and thoughtful.

You eventually made it to Lando, who shot you an annoyed look, but the moment his eyes landed on Carlos, a warmth softened his expression. The two of them hugged, Lando thanking Carlos and apologizing for you getting lost.

Still caught up in the moment, you turned to Carlos with a small smile, pulling him into a brief hug and pressing a light kiss to his cheek. It was casual, effortless—probably something you didn’t think twice about.

Carlos paused, just for a second, not long enough for anyone else to notice, but long enough for it to settle somewhere quiet inside him. He offered you a small nod, the corner of his mouth lifting into the faintest smile. On the surface, it was nothing, just a casual goodbye between acquaintances.

But as you turned back toward Lando, laughter already spilling from your lips like nothing had shifted at all, Carlos didn’t move right away.

He stood there, watching for a beat too long, like maybe he was still trying to make sense of the way your laugh lingered in the space between you. It wasn’t dramatic or cinematic. Just… quiet.

Something about the warmth of your goodbye, the softness of that small, unthinking kiss to his cheek, something about how unbothered you were by it—left a trace behind.

He wasn’t sure why it stuck with him. Maybe it was the contrast—the way you felt so new in a world that always felt the same.

Carlos blinked, shook his head lightly, like brushing off a stray thought, and turned back toward the garage.

Nothing had really happened. But for some reason, it still felt like… something.

You and Lando waved Carlos off before driving away, the city lights blurring past in a swirl of color.

"You’re such an ass, Lando."

Lando just laughed, his expression smug and infuriatingly pleased with himself. "I’m not the one who got lost."

You scowled, crossing your arms over your chest. "It’s my first day here!"

Lando shot you a knowing glance. "And whose fault is that? Should’ve stuck with me instead of running off."

You groaned, throwing your head back against the seat in exasperation. "Whatever. Can we just get food?"

Lando glanced over at you, smirking in that annoyingly charming way. "Depends. Are you gonna get lost on the way to the drive-thru too?"

You rolled your eyes, but deep down, you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

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You and Lando sat on the hotel floor, the food spread out between you like some kind of sacred ritual. It was tradition. Floor dinners—just like when you were kids.

You popped a fry into your mouth, chewing thoughtfully as you watched him. "Your friend was cute."

Lando barely glanced up from his phone. "Which one?" "Carlos."

His head snapped up so fast it was a miracle he didn’t get whiplash. "HEY. No. That’s my best friend. Absolutely not."

You groaned, flopping back onto the floor dramatically, arms flailing. "Why not?" Lando pointed a fry at you like it was a weapon, eyes narrowing. "Because I said so."

And just like that, Carlos Sainz was officially added to your mental list of People You Were Definitely Flirting With—just to annoy Lando, of course.

[lilmarshie]

Neon Nights | Sylus x Reader

Sylus plans a special evening for you in the city. He sets up a cozy evening out exploring the neon lights of the city, complete with a motorcycle ride, a nice dinner, a visit to a small antique shop, and a cozy night in enjoying your favorite movies to end the evening.

Sylus had planned this night out for a while now. He picked out where you will go and eat, what you guys would wear, and even the car that he would pick you up in.

He had everything timed out to the second and had Luke and Kieran go and pick you up to take you to the surprise date setup that he had planned. It was located in the middle of the neon light filled city and in a seemingly inconspicuous spot. But little did you know, that this date night would be unforgettable.

Upon arriving, at said date spot, you were surrounded by the neon lights of the beautiful city. The azure glow of nightlife raged on around you, exuding a rich sense of beauty that you couldn’t get anywhere else. You were dressed in a simple outfit that Sylus had picked out for you before you went to meet him. It was a leather jacket, over a simple red top with small accents of black lace atop it, you had paired this with some cute leather pants that had lace detailing on the sides, and some black and red leather heels to complete the look. It was everything you knew that Sylus would love.

When Sylus saw you, he was staring at you in awe. You looked absolutely stunning and he was so lucky to be your boyfriend. He loved everything about you and he couldn’t be happier. “Hello, kitten. Oh how I’ve missed you.” Sylus drawled, as he stepped into view.

He was dressed to the nines in a handsome (and very expensive) black suit that was ornately decorated with black and red feathers. It seemed as if he moved, the feathers would glow in the dim lighting. Sylus had paired this with some dress shoes that featured feather detailing and rubies added to the shoes to give them a bit of something extra. He looked absolutely sexy, you thought quietly to yourself.

“I’ve missed you too, sweetheart.” You said, as you sauntered over to the silver haired man. You pulled him in for a hug, and were immediately enveloped in his cologne that smelt of rich leather, a hint of bourbon, and a subtle smokiness that made you weak.

Sylus took your arm in his and started to explain everything that he had planned for that evening. First, you were having dinner at the 5 star Italian restaurant that was just up the street. It was a four course meal that was about $1,000 a person and that wasn’t including the rich desserts and alcoholic drinks that Sylus would treat you to as well. But oh how this man loved to spoil you. Secondly, Sylus took you on a motorcycle ride to a small thrift store to check out some of the vintage clothes and antiques. Then, you went window shopping in the downtown district that was filled with laughter and neon lights all around.

You spent hours joking around with Sylus, teasing him about some of the things he tried on at the antique shop, and, you would playfully tousle his hair as you strolled downtown. Sylus’s eyes were bright and his face was happy and cheerful. You know that this date night was much needed for the two of you. Especially since it’s been months since you’ve had some quality time together.

As the night came to a close, Sylus helped you on the back of his motorcycle, and you made your way back to his house. Upon arriving, Sylus scooped you up into his arms, and carried you bridal style into the house. He carried you over to the lavish sofa in the living room and helped you take off your heels. “Now let’s enjoy a quiet night in, sweetheart.” Sylus said softly, as he turned on the giant tv and started to pick out one of your favorite movies to watch. He had also secretly prepared some snacks to enjoy but before long you were already starting to drift off to sleep.

“I love you, Sylus. Thank you for a wonderful evening.” You said, with a yawn as you gave him a gentle hug and a peck on the lips.

He smiled down at you as he tilted your chin up to give you a gentle kiss back. “Anything for you, my love.”

[eternal-love]

HOPE OF IT ALL

Pairing: Austin Butler x Younger!reader

Summary: You’ve never tasted a love that wasn’t yours, because you didn’t even know that it wasn’t yours to begin with. It was borrowed.

Warning: Slight mentions of smut. Cheating.

Note: sorry I haven’t been very active, I know I said I would be but this week has been a bit difficult for me— personally. I apologize again.

Coachella 2013, salted air and the heat of the desert under the sun. You never needed anything more, not when you had Austin by your side.You practically begged your parents to let you come all the way here with him.

“I’ll take real care of her.” He told your parents, your father trusted him a little too much. You clung to Austin’s arm tightly, as if to assure your parents.

You packed your carefully arranged outfits for the weekend, you worked on making flower crowns for each day, and packed everything you needed. You kissed your mother goodbye and you were off to go.

Firstly, you two rented a small house close to the festival— expensive as hell but you used your savings. You were so excited as you settled into the bedroom. You were eighteen and it would be your first music festival, you knew you’d sleep on the same bed, you just didn’t expect things to escalate that night.

It started with him giving you a beer, then kisses here and there, then making out on the bed. Slowly unbuttoning your denim shorts. Your hands on his biceps.

“Are you sure?” He whispered in between kisses, his plump lips pulling away from yours.

“Never have I ever done this before.” You whispered back. You were a bit shaky, nervous. He could feel it in the way you gripped his biceps tightly.

“I’ll be gentle, baby.” He whispered before his hand went inside your panties. Making you groan in ways you would consider animalistic. You just kept spreading your legs for him, he only laughed in your lips.

He laughed at how naive you were, how you sounded so lost and needy at the feeling of his skilled hands.You lost your virginity to him, he was really gentle with you, making sure you were okay— even if he wished he could be rough.

“M’gonna go all in, baby.” He warned you before slamming right inside of you, you threw your head back and your eyes rolled at the back of your head, he gripped the sheets, his knuckles turning white.

His silver chain glinting and hitting you in the face, his face scrunching due to the pleasure.

“So tight, so good for me.” He moaned, then went to kiss your neck.

It wasn’t all perfect, you giggled a lot too, nervous giggles, of insecurity, of not knowing what you were doing.

The next morning, you woke up by his side, he was already awake, checking his phone. “Well, good morning.” His voice was hoarse, from sleep. “Get ready, gotta get going.”

You got ready quickly, took a shower, dried your hair, put on a shit ton of sunscreen, a shit ton of blush. Wore your overpriced clothes from Urban Outfitters and thrift stores.

The air was salty at Coachella, crisp and hot, very hot. But you had Austin by your side. He got a lot of stares, those biceps took away all the attention.

“Now, don’t get too far away from me. Hold on tight. I don’t want to have to fill out a missing person report.” He warned you, tugging at your braids.

“I promise. I don’t want to get lost—“ you looked around, everyone either looked stoned or way too on their world, “here.”

It was filled to the brim with people, but you never left his side not even a second. It was a bliss from then. Listening to the sets, dancing around with him, smoking weed— because yes, he had to give you a try at least once in your life.

“Want to try?” He asked as you sat down together in a blanket.

“Weed?” You asked, whispering, as if he had brought meth or something.

“No, I meant fighting lions.” Austin said sarcastically, lowkey playfully annoyed. “Yes, weed.”

You bit your lip, you’ve seen people do LSD here, no one cared to say the least, there were too many people packed here for anyone to notice.

At first you coughed, he laughed at you, then he proceeded to teach you how to smoke, thirty minutes later— you were in the clouds.

Your brain acting as if you were in Woodstock ‘69, twirling around with him, him trying to make you sit down as the sun wore down.

“So fucking pretty.” He muttered against your ear as he kissed down your jaw.

“Austin—“ you chuckled, looking at all the people around you. “The people—“

“Back at the hotel you were moaning all pretty. Didn’t care if someone heard ya, right?” He caught your lips in a very passionate kiss. The kind of kiss that would get dirty looks.

The three days Coachella lasted, you felt enamored, that kind of feeling you only get with very special people. The kind of feeling that only ever replayed in certain memories.

Like staring at him as he danced to some artist he only knew, it happened in slow motion. He was yours, or so you thought.

Or those moments in which a bottle of wine that was sipped away carelessly and swiftly laid on the floor, long forgotten because you were twisted in bedsheets by his side.

But it all happened rather quickly, it sure did. Because on the last day, you woke up by his side. His back beneath the sun, you wished you could write your name on it. You dreaded this day because you didn’t want this escapade to end.

Packing bags while Led Zeppelin played in the background. He grabbed one of the wine bottles from the floor and took one last sip from it, then tossed it to the trash can without a care in the world.

He found one last good use for it and then tossed it away.

“Will you call once I go back to school?” You asked him, a freshman in college. The highlight of your day was your favorite subject and him remembering to call or text you.

He was— different. A bit more distant.

“I’ll try to.” He answered, biting the inside of his cheek. “If I don’t get too busy.”

“It’s okay. I’ll wait.” You answered, pressing your lips together.

Once he dropped you off, he kissed you one last time, then basically shoved you off his car.

You only told your mom what was convenient— yes, we slept in separate beds, yes, we didn’t drink, yes, he didn’t touch me.

She didn’t know you still expected him to call you over to his house so you could feel him again. How you were so hopeful that he’d take you out on another date.

You were changing for the better. Hopeful. Hopeful. Hopeful. People would think you were naive, any normal girl would have caught the hint and understood that he didn’t want anything to do with you anymore.

But you still remembered, you did, you could see you both lost in the memories, that weekend slipped away into a moment in time. You had him, or at least you remembered thinking you had him.

You started cancelling plans, hoping he’d call, he always called you on fridays before Coachella. He didn’t anymore. But you were still hopeful. Excepting to hear his voice on the other side, saying: “meet me behind the mall’’

Meet me behind the mall.

Meet me behind them all.

It all started with your friend showing you a pic of Austin and Vanessa, very clearly together, all over each other.

“This your man?”

You wanted the earth to swallow you whole, because yes, you had been proudly showing them photos of you two since you basically started hooking up with him. He was easily recognizable.

“We’re not together anymore. Broke up after Coachella.” You tried to deny it. You did it out of humiliation. You didn’t want to feel played even though you did.

“Really? Well that was quick. Guess pretty boys move on pretty fast.”

You pressed your lips together and nodded.

Maybe you hadn’t been enough. Maybe you wanting it wasn’t enough. But for you it was enough.

You were mad at him, at her, at yourself. You weren’t even sure what to feel. You texted him a thousand times, demanding an explanation. Not a single response until you saw him again.

“Oh, fuck me.” You said, your hand gripped your shopping bag. You fought yourself to approach him or not approach him. But your body moved in autopilot, it was your only chance.

He saw you, from the distance. He started walking away. He heard you calling out his name.

“Nope, not doing this.” He said, loud enough so you could hear him. Until he decided to fucking man up. Why was he running away from a girl? Coward.

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. That smugness in his face. Biting his cheek as you spoke.

“You’ve been ignoring me for weeks! And I found out you have a girlfriend? How long have you been seeing her while we were together? What about us?” You yelled, rage coming from within you.

He almost laughed in your face, and he did laugh, it just didn’t come out the way he wanted it to. It just came out as an incredulous laugh.

“You haven’t understood it, have you?” He looked around, biting the inside of his cheek again. “There was never an us! We, what we had, never existed. We just hooked up.”

It hit you like a thousand bricks. “What do you mean?” You asked, stuttering. He didn’t even answer, he just looked down at his shoes.

The silence was deafening.

So it meant nothing? Like, nothing at all? Those two months, the festival weekend?

It was everything to you.

Maybe it had been so much to call it a summer love. Or too little to say ‘us’.

“So you weren’t mine?” You stuttered, looking at him as you held back tears. “The memories. The bottles of wine. The twisted sheets. That wasn’t—?”

“Of course not! Are you stupid?” He interrupted you, his words harsher than intended. He rubbed his face and ran his hand through his hair. “Look, you’re nice. You live with the hope of it all, alright? That’s good.”

You wanted to cry your eyes out at that very moment.

“But it was never serious between us, alright? I’m with another girl. She’s mine, I’m hers, not yours. As simple as that. Just— don’t call, don’t text. And don’t make these scenes again. I’m sorry.”

His apology was half-assed, you wanted to smack or slap him hard enough to make him respect you. But you were shaking. You didn’t understand. What? He looked so in love. The way he stared at you. It was all fake.

But what he said was true.

You lived for the hope of it all.

He was never yours to begin with.

He wasn’t yours to lose. No.

[puppyscatorccio]

nat , not natalie

notes : transboy regressor nat, carer lottie, takes place s3, slight mention of padding ( no detail )

It was two A.M. Just about all of the team had fallen asleep, except for Nat. There were light cries to be heard from his hut, but nothing to wake anybody. He kept them muffled, biting down on each sob, desperate to not draw attention and risk someone coming to check on him. Curled up into tight ball, more tears began to flow as he looked at his own body. One cry broke loose— one that would echo throughout the camp.

Lottie heard it instantly, immediately running over to his hut within seconds. The other girls stirred, a mutual confusion on their faces as they all looked at one another. Despite that, they all decided to let Lottie handle it, as nobody else was skilled enough to deal with his meltdowns. Outside the hut, he heard them talking about him, then even using the name Natalie. He pressed his hands to his ears, warm tears dripping down his body and into his shirt.

Lottie entered gently, seeing the boy with his tear-stained face and his horrible trembling. Just one look into his eyes and she was able to instantly tell he was regressed. He looked small; he looked vulnerable.

“Hmm, let’s see.. how old are you, baby?” she whispered, rubbing circles on his back as she scooted closer to the boy. “Can you lift up your fingers for mama?”

He hesitated before lifting a single finger. He was often this tiny— it wasn’t new to Lottie. The girls outside didn’t know that, though. The name Natalie still being repeated; his face scrunching up as he held back warm tears. He eventually broke, sobbing harder than before. He hated this.

“I know, I know.. you don’t like that name, huh?” she whispered, kissing his forehead. “I’m sorry baby, you’re always going to be just ‘Nat’ to mama and that’s what matters. You’re mama’s boy.”

Nat clutched her shirt with both hands, needing to be closer to her than he already was. Lottie knew he was exhausted, both mentally and physically. “You’re okay now,” she murmured, thumb brushing over his temple. “I’ve got you, baby. Mama’s not going anywhere. You hear me? Right here.”

“You’re tired, huh?” she whispered. “It’s okay, baby. You’ve had such a big day. You hunted, you helped, you were so brave. Mama’s so proud of you. You don’t need to be big now. Just rest.”

Part of him wanted to melt into her arms and never move again. The other part— smaller, sharper— whispered that he shouldn’t need this. That needing her made him weak. But he couldn’t let go. He didn’t want to.

As Nat was still leaned up against her, she gently helped him out of his dirty hunting outfit; he hadn’t changed in days. She reached for his raccoon onesie and a diaper patterned with little blue paw prints. With care, she changed him, then began maneuvering him into his raccoon onesie.

The raccoon onesie had a tiny hole near the wrist, one she’d sewn shut weeks ago with thread that didn’t quite match. He loved that. It reminded him that she cared enough to fix the things he couldn’t.

Now that the boy was all ready and dressed, she dug in his backpack and got his pacifier all wiped off and dried. She prompted for him to open up, no words spoken as he listened to her. She lightly placed it in his mouth once he did. His eyes grew sleepy as he sucked on it; Lottie cooed at him as he rubbed his eyes softly. She brushed back a few strands of brunette hair before smiling at him.

“Mm, someone looks sleepy.” she teased, grabbing his blanket and his stuffed puppy. She felt a wave of relief wash over her— thankful she packed everything here for this trip in the first place.

As they lay together, Nat grabbed fistfuls of her shirt to ensure she’s not leaving. She placed her hands over his ears, shielding him away from the noise, the girls’ chatter, the world. With her comfort and embrace, the word Natalie became insignificant in his mind. His limbs felt heavier, like they didn’t belong to him anymore. Words floated to the edge of his mouth but dissolved before they made it out. Everything inside him went quiet—safe quiet. Baby quiet. All that remained was Nat— Lottie’s sweet, sleepy boy.

[ferigrievous]

KANJI KOGANEGAWA HCS ⋆˚࿔

calls everyone ‘dude’ regardless of gender

broke a TV once at a team outing because he didnt use the strap on the wii remote when bowling

brings snacks to practice but never brings enough even though the team has literally always been like 12 people since forever

thinks all his dreams are prophetic

asks “how do i look?” while wearing the same exact outfit as the day before

didnt understand the hype behind energy drinks and how people got addicted so he tried one and got addicted within like a week

really loves stickers and personalizing his things but is too afraid to put anything anywhere so all his things are just blank

that one guy who gets people’s names slightly wrong but no one ever corrects him because its endearing

drowns all his food in hot sauce. its not even real hot sauce its just sour and mildly inconvencing

would unironically be like ‘this ones for you!’ and completely miss the spike

tries looking for something he’s lost while holding it. big victim of calling his phone to look for it using his phone

once tried rucking and fell down a hill because he didnt do it right and didnt expect how hard it would be

did the laundry once and accidentally broke the handle of the door clean off and no one in his apartment could do the laundry for a week

uses way too many emojis

panics when ordering at restaurants and just picks the first thing he sees

learned how to burn CDs sometime in second year and made one for every single one of his team mates and some people on other teams and it was just like 7 variations of eye of the tiger

thinks “camping” means bringing a sleeping bag to someone’s backyard

waves at dogs

once mistook a stranger’s car for his mom’s and sat in the back seat and neither of them noticed

has a lucky pair of socks and boxers that has never once helped him but still continues to use it

has gone through more than 30 waterbottles in highschool alone because he will leave them random places and trust that he’ll remember where he left it

post timeskip, he gets more waterbottles in PR than anything else

tried to dye his hair a ‘normal colour’ once in middle school and got scared halfway through and couldnt get it off or fix it so he had to go to school like that

thinks he can whistle but he just blows air. he also cant wink, and cant snap. but he thinks he can.

his idea of journaling was “TODAY WAS CRAZY” followed by a doodle of him tried to build a birdhouse and somehow glued it to the table

thinks horoscopes are real but only for himself

runs up the stairs two at a time but always trips and never learns his lesson

afraid of frogs. this became a problem post timeskip.

leaves voice messages that are just him laughing for a minute and then like 20 seconds of what he actually meant to say

tried yoga once and fell asleep. tried hot yoga the next week and farted during class.

[ct-multifandom]

Climatiqueen reactions

Featuring level 99 plate of corn analysis

I wonder what gets posted in the pig channel, like cutesy things?

Aurore :))))))) the children yearn for her getting screen time. Where is Mirelle

Ok so Aurore is genuinely interested in meteorology as a science and wasn’t competing in s1 to just become a TV personality

I’m getting a hunch influencer!Chloe is part of some larger akuma-baiting plan. Like she’s running competitions and showcasing her “rich perfect life” to potentially make people upset. I feel like Zoo is run by Tomoe since she was pretty much responsible for Alliance, which had the goals of invasively collecting data and making people doomscroll. This feels like the same exact thing, take 2. Vincent did an ad for her cars in revelator, and he might be in on this too.

It’s called Zoo because all the channels are named after animals get it get it?

Chloe lists off the names of miraculous animals who aren’t allowed to compete as their icons show up on screen, but she says unicorn instead of goat. Huh (maybe she’s biphobic. Sorry)

I like that Alec has a huge afro wig now, it feels more in tune with his backstory

Yeowch imagine scrolling and a news report about your father’s death shows up

I want to know what Adrien was texting Juleka about. Meow meow to meow meow communication

LMAOOO his messages to Marinette bro was infodumping. Purely one-sided yapping. I guess this lines up with what she says later about not knowing what to write in response to his perfect texts

r/malelivingspace fr he’s so unsure about his identity he can’t even decide on a wall color. In revelator we see him in front of the same wall but it had like teal and yellow swatches. Idk if he’s still deciding or if it’s gonna be like “what if my wall was a messy splatter of different colors and I didn’t have to choose just one”

TIKKIS LITTLE TEA SET oh me oh myyyyy

Gina lore also what could Marinette possibly be doing with her stuffed cat and potted plant

Why does a Reblochon pancake actually sound kinda good

Adrien: Nathalie probably isn’t going to like my pancakes 🥺 Nathalie: oh thank fucking god they taste like real food instead of chalk and nightmares

The garden hose scenes made me laugh out loud each time, they didn’t get old. Ily gorilla

They’re so cute but also that one couple in high school that has you like is this allowed wtf is that allowed

Adrien’s kinda eating in that bike helmet with his bangs in the wind

Tf is Ray posting about to be in second place

Nora is in 3rd and in 4th place is uh… chlorine? Nice to see people so interested in chemistry!

Diane seems really sweet but I have to wonder if it’s fr or if she’s secretly one of those aggravating out-of-touch people iykwim. Luck is obviously written all over her and she pretty much tells Aurore later like oh I’m only winning because I’m lucky haha see all my posts are so stupid yet everyone loves them! which is what makes her snap. I guess my question is if she’s well intentioned yet insensitive or if she’s an undercover mean girl

AURORES OUTFIT oh peak character design the sunny dress covered by the cloudy transparent raincoat? And her mismatched gold smily sun and silver frowny flower earrings? The bits of curly hair in front of her ears look like lightning bolts

Gorilla on the scooter serving Paul Blart realness

Aglae you’re so cute please don’t be Lila you little emo boy from Whoville

She’s wearing like goth oxfords with socks with ghosts on them? She has one of those “tattoo” chokers but there’s an animation error in one moment where it looks much thicker. Her hoodie has a paint splotch design and her leggings do as well in a tie dye way or maybe it’s supposed to look like they’re ripped?

Why are they posed up like the iconic Marc and Nathaniel love at first sight scene is something yurious occurring

Interesting attention to detail that Aurore sucks at makeup and is one of the only girl characters not wearing any

Oh did Aglae like, smirk sinisterly in the split second before she hugged Aurore and told her she was too nice to do anything underhanded or am I seeing things

Girl why is Manon at big kid school? I didn’t realize school for all ages meant literally fully integrated that sounds… unhelpful. And every single other character we’ve seen at school so far is a teenager.

Marlena teaching cooking class as if she doesn’t have a full time job already

Adrien how do you even mess up using a piping bad that badly

I need a full 360 on the design of that poetry teacher she looks like Professor Plum

Juleka, Rose, and Ivan are all in that class and have been shown to write poems/their own lyrics, but Luka isn’t. Headcanon Luka is bad at lyrics?

Guys great news Ivan still has an eyebrow slit, it’s just a lot smaller and harder to see. He’s also wearing a necklace made out of metal beads. His miraculous might be missing (animation error) and he still has bleached bangs.

Ok I had to double check to make sure I’m not crazy but Nathaniel’s hair is like, brown now, right? Or at least way faded. I had to turn back to the intro where his hair is bright red again and Alix is next to him… *remembers trading card lore* hmmmm I think I see where this is going.

I was gonna leave it at that ^ but then I remembered some of you will have no clue what I’m talking about so. There’s a piece of trivia that Alix dyes Nathaniel’s hair so I’m saying his hair faded because she’s been gone too long and she’ll fix it when she comes back. I’m predicting this will be the main plot of his focus episode

As soon as I saw Ondine is was like :0 👉 ONDINE!!!! She’s so gorgggg she’s finally allowed to wear normal clothes. Ondine my queen I love you and I can’t wait for your episode I’m so glad you’re part of the squad and kind of important now. If they ever need a substitute miraculous holder she’s probably at the top of the list.

Oh hi Marc. Wait are your legs clipping into the ground? It’s kind of funny that the whole gang is crowded around one table while Marc and Nath are taking up an entire big table for just the two of them

They’re eating a refined smear of orange sauce for lunch (jk I know they’re done eating)

Zoe’s phone case and screensaver are her shoe design. They all have more unique cases now ig, Aurore’s in blue with white clouds and Diane’s is pink with green clovers.

Hot take Kim was valid for asking Aglae if she thinks Aurore was about to get akumatized. That was a perfectly important and relevant question.

Also Kim has stud earrings now, I first noticed that in revelator

lmao “I know what you need, a tall glass of water!” “…Buh-” 😧👉🥛

Oh wow the food pyramid poster in the nurses office seems to be organized like the hierarchy of needs with carbs on the bottom, then veggies (vitamins), then proteins, then sweet treats. Then exercise and drinking water are drawn below the pyramid. That’s actually a pretty nice design. See this is the plate of corn content I promised you all

The drills. The lightning crown. The stormcloud skirt with neon lightning cracks… peak. If Aurore knows how to do one thing, it’s slay. Reminder that akumas “design” their own costumes

Glad to see the school is confirmed to actually have an elevator btw

The 2D wow

Oh my that train cataclysm scene was epic. Sure is lucky there was nobody on it during all that! I’m glad to have cool fight choreography again because last season it was starting to feel kinda like they just beat up the villain in 5 seconds out of obligation and left. I hope we’ll get some cool lucky charms again

Ohhhhh people have been saying that Lila hasn’t outright requested the miraculous yet before this. Omg she’s only doing it *after* the akuma gets what they originally wanted so it feels like a fair follow-up deal. Rather than expecting them to pledge allegiance to her on a gamble that they may or may not get what they want. The braincells

Episodes since the Eiffel Tower has last been personally victimized: 0

I guess they can just automatically use power ups now? Is this part of having adult powers or do they like eat a handful of special macarons every morning just in case

She has neon corset lacing on the back of her dress

Markov is now a tiny fella who snaps into Max’s wristwatch. I miss his old design because it was really cute but this new concept is pretty cool

Pegasus has been carrying this season so far what. First transformation of the season this is his show now. Miraculous tales of Pegasus

The choreography is like the same but cooler. Such small changes make it so much more visually interesting to follow like how it pauses on his shoes and chest to highlight the more interesting details of his suit, and how the horseshoe boomerang swivels in with a lightning swoosh effect. The Just Dance icons at the bottom are fun.

Did you know Just Dance has a map of the miraculous theme song where the coaches are cosplaying lb and cn? I recently found that out. I also recall one time Alya and Nino were playing a game that’s basically Just Dance in the show. Rest in piss Gabriel Agreste you would have loved Lida

Ok yeah Pegasus saved the tourists but realistically they would still take serious fall damage. I guess his portals somehow magically decelerate them so they’re ok.

Chloe degaf about this contest she’s so over it like ugh I guess you won whatev

Aurore considers Marinette and Adrien to be her friends

Oh so now you care about the book again

*Aurore putting a picture of Claudie on a hear me out cake* Max: THATS MY MOM

I see Lila is also doing that “next time…” 😈 shit Gabriel used to do before he realized that statistically it probably will um not be next time or the time after that either

I guess the ladybug community is the peace and love one where nothing toxic happens ever or something

People have pointed this out a long time ago but the merry go round is now filled with seats designed after the miraculous animals :)

If you gave Adrien the goat miraculous he wouldn’t even have powers he’d just turn into a black widow type of superhero

Marinette: I’m gonna be mature and let Adrien live his life! Marinette two episodes later: now who the fuck is that and why hasn’t he introduced her to me how do they know each other

RIP Adrien you would’ve loved Apple by Charli XCX

“Why doesn’t Sublime assume Adrien is jogging for sport, a totally normal thing to do in a park?” bro he’s wearing skinny jeans

Astruc or someone please tell us Diane, Aglae, and Ondine’s last names for tagging reasons please

Ok that’s all for now folks, see you after El Toro de Piedra probably!

[fromthecellarsofoldnewgate]

Wellington: He’s 29. Birthday’s the first of October. Posture’s about what you’d expect from a sneaky academic- that is, not greet, not terrible. Slouches when in Polite Company, to make himself smaller (he dislikes dealing with people sometimes). No set color scheme, actually. If I had to make one, it’d be orange, blue, brown and grey. Only distinct trait is his glasses and ponytail. He’s rail thin, about 5’7ish, and pale as a ghost (being underground will do that to you). His main outfit consists of black pants and shoes, a white dress shirt, orange tie, and a brown tweed jacket that’s been patched up by hand- singed, torn, and all sorts of damage has been repaired with a steadily improving hand.

Seidel: He’s 34. Birthday’s the twenty-second of February. Posture’s fantastic- soldiering for a few years will do that to you, plus he likes being In The Way. It’s enrichment to him. Color scheme is dark blue, gold, grey and some slight purple. Has a dueling scar just under his right eye, a scar from a bullet on his right shoulder, and some slight cuts on his left arm- blocking can be tricky, and human instinct is to use your own body to protect itself. Built like a brick shithouse. 5’9. Main outfit is basically the middle uniform here. He does, in fact, have the pickelhaube; he doesn’t wear it much because that would be too gaudy even for him. It gives +4 Dangerous. Is it realistic for him to keep a whole ass uniform? No. Don’t care. The man runs around with like four pistols strapped to him and a sword.

Elise: She’s 62. Birthday’s the nineteenth of May. Posture varies wildly depending on time of day, who she’s around, and her mood. Some say she’s never at the same angle twice. Color scheme is black and yellow and white. No real distinct traits for her, aside from the slowly greying hair. She’s of average build and around 5’5. Her main outfit consists of a black silk top hat, black frock coat, yellow vest and bow tie, and black pants and shoes. Very much a mortician’s outfit, perhaps with too much color though.

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What does your character look like? Do they have any notable physical characteristics? Do they have a set colour-scheme? What's their posture like? How old is your character?

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Kim Hongjoong attends the wedding of Choi Minho and Kim Ahyoung alongside wife Diamonté, in Phulay Bay, Krabi, Thailand on June 2nd, 2024

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Both are making a comeback, my life is worth living.

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my two favorite francis santiagos!!!

i also love fuzzy low grade photos and screenshots like smth about them just makes me love my babygirl even more

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armand picrew <3