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...and maybe it's not love... | oscar piastri

note: here's part 2 <3 i think this will have 3/4 parts, but they might be split up if i reach the picture limit.

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pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader, logan x best friend!reader, one sided!enemies to lovers

faceclaim: various, from pinterest

youruser

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youruser: what can i say? i'm a busy gal

user: bae... are you soft launching someone or is this just logan again? -> logansargeant: it's not me -> user: LOGAN MY GLORIOUS AMERICAN KING! WHO IS THIS??

user: why are the f1 boys here?? -> user: bcz she took a picture with oscar and i guess they're all friends now -> user: and it's only lando. quite overreacting

yourmomsig: too busy for family dinner -> youruser: ma if it was only our family i'd have been there. i just wasn't in the mood to deal with aunt griselda -> logansargeant: yeah thanks for that, i had to take ur place -> youruser: love you logie

logansargeant: you know you idiots are so cute it almost makes up for making me have dinner with aunt griselda -> user: stop he calls her aunt, 'aunt' - those two are siblings your honors -> youruser: i already told you i love you... what more do you want?

user: GIRL ARE YOU BACK WITH YOUR EX? -> youruser: ew no

user: come home the kids miss you

user: bae who is this man you're taking pics with? do i have to be jealous? -> youruser: nah we're just friends -> user: YOU MEAN YOU'RE FREAKING US ALL OUT TO TELL US THE MAN DIDN'T EVEN MAKE IT OFFICIAL YET?? -> youruser: i'm actually crying at this comment this is the funniest fucking thing i've ever read- -> oscarpiastri: she has literal tears streaming down her face -> user: ARIANA? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

oscarpiastri: too busy of a gal to answer your texts? -> youruser: depends on who it is -> user: guys stop logan's besties are becoming besties- i love this!

youruser

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youruser: signin' out

oscarpiastri: photo creds? -> youruser: no -> user: wait... oscar was at the graduation??????? -> user: i don't think so... he took the first and/or third picture and neither of them are at the ceremony itself. i think he was just invited to the party -> user: quit crushing my dreams girl

logansargeant: proud of you 🤍 -> youruser: love you logie 🤍

landonorris: just in time for hot girl summer -> youruser: 🤪🤪

user: wait i thought she already graduated -> user: this is her law school graduation i think -> user: isn't she like 23?? how?? -> youruser: max course loads + studying during summers! wasn't fun, but i'm FREEEEE

user: girlBOSS

y/bffsuser: i love you !! so so proud -> youruser: i adore you 😘

yourmomsig: love you sweetie, i'm so proud of you -> youruser: love you more ma

user: wait where's the 'friend' she was soft launching a while back -> youruser: we're still going good, trust -> user: lowkey think it's oscar

yourprivuser

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youruser: fun night with fun people

tagged: y/bffsuser, oscarpiastri, logansargeant, friend2, friend3, friend4

oscarpiastri: probably the closest i'll be to graduating -> youruser: it's why i graduated twice, once for me, once for you

y/bffsuser: girl my face was not nice in that last pic -> youruser: puhleasee you look hot

logansargeant: i feel like there's someone you need to thank for all of this -> youruser: uhhhh god? -> logansargeant: girlllllll -> youruser: ugh thank you logan hunter sargeant, the greatest american to have ever lived

f1gossip

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f1gossip: sources say that oscar piastri was in fort lauderdale between the canadian and brazilian gp. he was most likely there for y/n y/ln's graduation, but we cannot confirm if he attended the ceremony or only the party afterwards. the two know each other through their best friend logan sargeant, and we can confirm that they've only become friends during the miami gp, which is around the same time y/n began soft launching someone she calls a 'friend'

many think her and oscar piastri have started or are starting a relationship, and the belief has been cemented by him attending her graduation party. these pictures look like oscar and y/n going out for dinner with her friends, holding hands at one point, and then hanging out at oscar's hotel afterwards. we cannot confirm or deny that any of these pictures are in fact oscar and y/n as they aren't clear, but they do look similar to them.

for more information on y/n y/ln, check out the link in our bio

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user: i ship them

user: bro who even is she??

user: how much y'all wanna bet she's not even really friends with logan?

user: that doesn't even look like oscar, y'all wilding

user: maybe he's just there to support a friend (in denial)

user: she doesn't look good

user: i don't like them together

user: oscar's too good for her

user: y'all hella interested in people who don't give a shit about you

youruser: wow my very own post on f1gossip- mom look i made it -> yourmomsig: congrats baby -> user: HER MOM ACTUALLY COMMENTED LMAOOOOO -> user: i changed my mind i stan her -> user: guys i really hope she's with oscar -> user: i don't think she is 😢 otherwise she'd probably ignore this post

user: y'all as much as i love them, i doubt they're together- most wags ignore these posts and this chick's out here commenting and calling her mom 💀

Y/N STARED AT THE MCLAREN CAP, unsure if she should wear it. It shouldn't mean anything to the public, just her showing support to one of her new friends. Because to them, that's all Oscar really was. Her friend.

They didn't know about the constant texts, the late night face times, the movie dates while across an ocean from each other. They didn't know about the way her heart would race whenever she saw his text, how he'd make her giggly and blush just by calling her a cute little nickname. They knew nothing.

Besides, she was wearing a Williams Racing shirt in support of Logan. Why should a simple McLaren cap - not even fully papaya colored - mean anything to the public?

"Oh my God, just put the cap on," Logan groaned, making way over and putting it on her head for her.

Y/N rolled her eyes, fixing the cap so it didn't ruin her hair.

"Shut up," she muttered. "I'm just nervous."

"You have no need to be," Logan promised her. "Oscar's going to lose his mind when he sees you in person, turn into a stuttering, stumbling mess, and you're going to be so touched by his awkwardness that you're going fall in love. All in all, it's a win-win situation."

"I don't like you," Y/N rolled her eyes, following Logan out of the hotel and in the car. She had arrived in England a few days ago, but kept a low profile. She missed the first two practices, before deciding to arrive on track for FP3 and quali. She'd also make her way over for the race tomorrow.

The two best friends shared TikToks and reels with each other during the short drive, making their way out of the car and towards the paddock once they arrived. Y/N tried to keep her hands at her sides, away from the McLaren cap on her head. No need to make it obvious. Cameras flashed and recorded videos as her and Logan walked down, making her incredibly nervous.

She felt hot, really hot. And... was she sweating? She resisted the urge to smell.

"You're fine," Logan promised, sensing her inner anxiety. "Nobody's focusing on your cap, they take videos of all the drivers arriving at track. Stop spiraling."

Y/N blinked back to the present at Logan's words, realizing that she was indeed falling into a spiral. It was all going to be okay. Logan was going to be there no matter what.

"Thanks Logie," she smiled. "You're the best."

"Yeah, I know," he nodded to himself.

She rolled her eyes, swatting him in the arm. Arriving outside the Williams' garage, she waved at Alex Albon.

"Hey, Y/N," he jogged over from inside. "How are you? Logan never even told me you're coming."

"I'm great Alex, thanks," she grinned. "And it was a bit of a surprise. I didn't want people to know I was coming here today. I have a job interview in a few days, so I decided why not come early and watch the GP in person."

"Good decision," he laughed. He looked at her cap, "Are you heading inside or heading to McLaren?"

"Uh... I think I'll head over to McLaren," she decided. "I don't want news of my arrival reaching Oscar before I get to surprise him."

Alex raised his brows, before fixing his expression, "Right, you guys finally met at Miami. I take it you became friends, right?"

"Yeah," Y/N nodded, trying not to let her heart eyes show. "I probably should've taken Logan's offer to meet his racing friends years ago. Most of them are pretty cool."

"I hope I'm one of them," Alex joked.

"You're at the top of the list," she winked. "Anyways, I'll catch you guys later on. Don't leave without me Logan."

"Same goes to you," he waved.

Y/N flipped him off, turning to make her way to McLaren garage. She could hear Logan's laughter behind her, making her smile to herself. Who knew when the last time he genuinely laughed on a race weekend even was?

Over the last few months, she'd seen lots of clips of Oscar and Logan hanging out together - more than usual - and usually joining them was Lando. It seemed that the Brit was interested in becoming friends with Logan after Miami, which honestly made her happy.

She arrived outside the McLaren garage, debating if she should head in or wait outside, or maybe just head back to Williams.

Before she could make up her mind, she heard someone make a surprised little noise.

"Y/N?" Lando asked, exiting the garage once he saw her. "You're here? Oscar that little brat, he never even told me you're going to visit."

"That's because he doesn't know," Y/N laughed. "It's a surprise. I kind of insinuated that I wouldn't be able to watch the race at all, but... well, I'm here!"

"Ugh you two are just so absolutely adorable," Lando sighed, slinging an arm over her shoulder. "C'mon, I'll take you to him. He said he's going to talk to his dad, I think."

"His dad's here?" She asked, stopping in her tracks. "Why did no one tell me his dad was going to be here?"

"Quit freaking out," Lando rolled his eyes. "His real dad's not here, I don't think."

"Then who is he — Charles?" Y/N asked. "They're still doing that little bit from Monaco."

Lando pointed to where Oscar was, indeed talking with someone in Ferrari gear. Y/N stood on her tiptoes, recognizing Charles Leclerc and his girlfriend, in the middle of some conversation with Oscar. Leo slept soundly in Alexandra's arms.

"Let's wait for them to finish their conversation," Y/N suggested, feeling bad for coming up to them while they were talking.

"Nope," Lando shook his head, leading her across and closer to Oscar.

"Lando, no, no, no, Lando, I will throw you under one of the cars, no, Lando—"

"Quick, laugh like I said something funny," Lando whispered.

Y/N was so surprised by his request, that she stopped trying to plot his murder.

"Laugh, woman!" Lando muttered.

"Oh, right," Y/N responded.

Trying her best to seem somewhat genuine, she thought of that time Oscar texted her because he walked into a pole. Which made her laugh so hard, she walked into a door.

She giggled at the memory, laughing as the duo approached the others.

Lando, seeing Oscar's head whip over immediately at the sound of her laughter, began giggling too. The two had to stop a few steps away from Oscar, Charles and Alexandra because of how hard they were laughing.

"Did you see— the way he—" Lando couldn't get a sentence out without bursting into another round of laughter.

"Lando, get your shit together," Y/N wiped her eyes, straightening up.

Charles and Alex raised their eyebrows, entirely confused by what was happening a few steps away from them, while Oscar stared at Y/N like she was a mound of gold.

"Okay, okay— never mind, I can't do it," Lando fell into another round of laughter every time he remembered how quickly Oscar looked at her.

"Oh my God," Y/N muttered, sending an apologetic smile towards the trio near them.

She grabbed Lando's arm and dragged him the final few steps, smiling at the small group.

"I'm so sorry about that," she apologized. "Lando here doesn't know how to behave."

At this point, Lando's laughter, which was finally beginning to stop, starting up all over again.

"I'm sorry guys, I'm so sorry," Lando got out. "I'm not laughing at you guys, I promise. I'm laughing at Osc."

"What did I do?" Oscar asked, finally snapping out of whatever trance he'd gone in after hearing Y/N's laughter.

At his question, Lando's laughter came back, this time high pitched and bringing on some tears.

Y/N leaned closer to Oscar, whispering, "Is this normal?"

"Just ignore him," he responded, hoping she couldn't hear his heart beating all over his body. "It'll stop eventually."

"If it doesn't it'll give the rest of us an edge in the race," Charles offered.

"Right, uh Charles, Alexandra, this is Y/N," Oscar introduced them, the group now choosing to ignore Lando as he sat on the floor and laughed some more. "She's uh, a friend of mine, and also Logan's best friend. She usually only comes to Miami, but apparently is here today."

"Surprise!" She grinned.

Oscar smiled, the feeling of her happiness radiating towards him. Maybe he liked surprises a lot more than he realized.

"Logan, uh..."

"Sargeant," Lando supplied to Charles from his spot on the floor, wiping his eyes to clear up some tears. "The one who drives for Williams."

Y/N's smile dipped slightly at the reminder that Charles was another driver who wasn't quite close with Logan. But she brought the smile back immediately, doing her best to be nice.

In fact, it was only because Oscar had his eyes on Y/N the entire time that he noticed the small dip. He didn't know just what it was about, but he remembered her make the same expression when she first met Lando.

"Right, yeah," Charles nodded. "I just wanted to make sure I had the right one. It's nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Charles, and this is my girlfriend Alex."

"Nice to meet you guys," she smiled again, and it was as if nothing was wrong. She cooed at Leo asleep in Alex's arms, "Aw, cute dog. I've been more of a cat person my whole life, but I love puppies."

"His name's Leo," Alex introduced the dog.

"Oh, he's adorable," she grinned.

"Well, it was nice to meet you Y/N," Charles nodded in her direction. "We've got to go now, but hopefully we'll see you later on. Bye Lando, bye son."

"Bye dad," Oscar laughed.

"Bye," Lando waved at them.

Once they were gone, Y/N looked back at Oscar, only to see him already looking at her.

"Hi," she smiled.

"Hey," he breathed out.

"Oi, you two are being too lovey dovey in front of the cameras," Lando warned them. "Go to the motorhome or something."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but he wasn't wrong. There were much more cameras around McLaren than Williams, and people would be dissecting Y/N and Oscar's every move. Considering they weren't even dating, she wanted to keep the secret for a little while longer.

"Right, uh... you wanna come along, Y/N?" Oscar asked her.

"Sure, I'm not due back at Williams until the end of the day," she shrugged. "I got to return my paddock pass then. Coming, Lando?"

"No thank you," he shook his head. "I like my spot on the floor, and I'd rather not accidentally be a cockblock."

"Lando, we're not going to have sex in Oscar's motorhome," Y/N rolled her eyes.

"We're not?" Oscar asked, a joking glint in his eyes.

"Take me out on a date first, then we'll see," she responded in the same tone, turning towards the motorhome and making her way there.

"Hey, I already asked," he reminded her, catching up. "It's up to you to decide when you're cashing in the rain check."

Y/N tilted her head at him, a small smile making its way to her face. "Tell you what, you win the race tomorrow, I'll go on a date with you the next day."

Oscar smirked, "Well, I have to win the race now."

"Nice to know where your motivation factor lies."

The two arrived outside the room, and Oscar opened the door for her.

"What a gentleman," Y/N grinned to herself, entering the small space.

She took a seat on the bed, while Oscar sat in the chair by the desk.

"Are you okay?" Oscar asked once it was just the two of them, no cameras, no Lando, no one else.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked. "I'm fine."

"You're not fine, there's something bothering you," Oscar noted. "Or it did bother you at one point. When you were talking to Charles and Alex, you frowned at the start of the conversation. Right after I'd introduced you to them. Like, as if you were upset by something they said or did, I don't know."

Y/N frowned again at the reminder of that interaction, before shaking her head quickly to clear her thoughts.

"Nothing, I mean... like it's not a big deal," she tried to explain. "It's just this weird thing about me."

"You know you can trust me with anything, right?"

"I know, Oscar," she sighed. "It's just... it's complicated, I guess."

"If you want to talk about it, I've got time," he responded.

Y/N stared at him, remembering how she thought she hated him just a few months ago. She saw him as an egotistic prick, who'd left her best friend in the dust after stealing him from her. And here he was now... telling her he'd listen to her if she wanted him to.

"I didn't like you for a long time," she confessed.

At Oscar's hurt look, she continued quickly.

"Wait, no, that didn't come out the way I wanted," she closed her eyes. "I mean, like when we were kids, a long, long time ago. Because, for our entire lives, it'd been Logan and I. We did everything together, always. And then he got serious with racing, and he made other friends. Which was fine by me, because I'd always been his best friend. The only one who managed to come close to my position in Logan's eyes, was you. You were the one who'd managed to be one of his closest friends, because of racing, and you were the one who was closest to taking my place. And... well I was jealous. Which was why I often ran away after Logan's races, never stopped to meet you or talk with you, or any of the other drivers.

"And, you know, the years passed, and Logan and I remained close, and the jealousy faded, but then, I don't know. I guess I was embarrassed to talk to you, because I'd been jealous for so long. And then you both went into F1, and I told myself I'd be happy for both of you... but I wasn't, really. You just— I mean, you came into F1, and the love for you was immediate. The fans, your team, the other drivers. They all loved you, and they wanted to talk to you. And Logan... Logan got stuck with a shitty car and a shitty team, and none of the drivers even wanted to talk to him."

She took a deep breath, continuing, "and I know it's not your fault, but I love Logan, okay? Like I'd quite literally give up my life for him, and seeing him constantly in a place where he wasn't being treated fairly, where he wasn't happy.... it hurts. He's here because he loves racing, but every time people talk shit about him or act like he didn't put in so much work to be here, it makes me upset. I was... I don't know, envious of you on behalf of Logan, if that makes sense. And so I kind of ignored you during F1 as well. But then I began talking to you, and that first time I heard you speak, stumbling over your words, I think that's when I realized you were human. Just like Logan. You didn't choose it to be this way and you can't help it. And you know, a lot of times I can forget most of the people out there have never acknowledged Logan, because he's asked me to forget it so many times, but then they remind me that they haven't... and it hurts, Oscar. It hurts to see that. So you know, I'm sorry for judging you before ever even meeting you. That was stupid of me."

Oscar stared at her for a moment, feeling sick at her words. He'd never had someone who he was that close with, not outside of his family. He couldn't even imagine what went through her head every time she saw him, or the other drivers. He didn't blame her for her feelings, she had every right to hate anyone out there.

"Oscar?" she began hesitantly. "Are you... are you alright?"

He got up from his chair, standing in front of her and pulling her close. She immediately wrapped her arms around his waist, melting into his hug.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry that I let it happen."

"Oscar, it's not your fault," she said, her voice muffled by his embrace. "I realize that now, and it's something Logan's always known. He's never blamed you, I don't either. It's just the way life works."

"It's not great," Oscar commented.

"Nah, not really," she agreed. "But it won't stay like this forever."

She wouldn't let it.

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f1: and it's the FIRST career GRAND PRIX WIN for oscar piastri! a daring move by the aussie in the final laps of the race put him ahead of max verstappen and as the leader of the race, where he led quite comfortably to the checkered flag

mclaren: that's our guy!!

user: OSCARRRRR GO OFF

user: LOGAN IN POINTS SOMEONE TALK ABOUT LOGAN IN POINTS -> user: your honor they're boyfriends

youruser: wow a race winner -> oscarpiastri: it was nothing

user: OSCAR OSCAR OSCAR OSCAR

user: someone check on y/n -> user: ???? -> user: well her and oscar might be dating no one knows. but she's besties with logan, and one of them won and the other's in points so she might be celebrating

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: winning the race ➡️ winning in life

user: OSCAR JACK PIASTRI!! WHO IS THIS???

user: mans just dropped a whole bomb and left

user: boy isn't responding to ANYONE -> user: he said 'look at my girl' and then dipped

user: y'all that's y/n i'm calling it -> user: no she looks too tall in the second pic -> user: i think she's wearing heels

user: oscar get your ass back on this app and answer the peoples' questions -> oscarpiastri: no.

youruser: ugh i love her nails -> oscarpiastri: 🙄 she said thanks babe -> youruser: your girl loves me more than you -> oscarpiastri: i'm afraid it may be so

user: NAH IT AINT Y/N! LOOK AT HER COMMENTS

user: y/n bestie boo tell us who oscar's new girl is -> youruser: no.

user: y/n and oscar are hilarious bcz she's been soft launching her 'friend' for months and now oscar's hiding a whole girlfriend from us -> user: i see what logan meant when he said they're too similar but also completely opposite

user: i still think the girl's y/n

youruser:

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youruser: summer of 24... you were definitely one for the books

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user: YOU'VE BEEN SOFTLAUNCHING OSCAR ALL ALONG????

user: the way i didn't actually see this one coming

user: I FUCKING KNEW ITT

oscarpiastri: best summer yet 🩷 -> youruser: got me blushing and shii

logansargeant: i'd like a written thank you card for being the reason you two are together -> youruser: no 🤍

user: i just KNOW logan's been their biggest shipper

yourmomsig: cutiess

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: it's been ten years in the making

tagged: youruser

user: SHUT UP

user: wait they've been dating for TEN YEARS??!! -> user: no i think he had a crush on her for like ten years

youruser: i adore you 🩷 -> oscarpiastri: it's hard not to adore me

youruser: s i m p -> oscarpiastri: are you complaining? -> youruser: no

logansargeant: again. am i getting a thank you at all??? -> oscarpiastri: sorry my future wife said no -> youruser: jasdjfakhfrshgous -> user: nah she real for that- i'd do the same if oscar said that about me

user: she needs to lose some weight

user: ew why does she smile like that

user: MOM AND DAD

landonorris: i'd also like a thank you for not being a cockblock -> oscarpiastri: no.

f1gossip

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f1gossip: well it's officially been confirmed by oscar piastri and y/n y/ln that they are dating and have been together for at least the summer. it's unclear when they began dating, but we can assume it was after the miami grand prix, where it is believed that they met for the first time.

y/n y/ln is the childhood best friend of logan sargeant, and has took to social media multiple times to defend him. she has completed law school, and we believe she works in england, which is where oscar is located at the moment. for more information on y/n y/ln and the timeline of her and oscar piastri's relationship, check the link in our bio

user: bro who cares

user: i thought this was a driver gossip page not the wags

user: what does oscar see in her? -> user: right like she has to have bewitched him

user: i love her she's such a girlboss

user: idk how oscar does it. my brain would stop working once she smiled at me

user: something about their relationship screams pr to me -> user: like wdym they only met in miami bcz fans wanted them to and now they're dating -> user: nah that's sketchy

notes: well here's the anticipated part 2!! i hope you guys enjoy it! if you'd like to be added to my tag list, please comment on part one of this series just so all the comments are in one place. let me know what you guys think of this part in the comments + reblogs <3

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oddvanilla · 7 months ago

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PLEASE EXPLAIN WHAT "SKIBIDI" AND "SIGMA" MEANS I'VE BEEN TRYING TO FIGURE IT OUT FOR A WEEK AND IT KEEPS POPPING UP IN YOUR BLOG AND I'M SO CONFUSED 😭😭😭😭

AAAA I love people who ask me open ended questions,, you're basically allowing me to yap 🫶🫶🫶

It all starts with Gen Z, you could say. The thing with Gen Z is that we're so sarcastic it's CRAZY. I mean, we got lots of terms that millennials can barely wrap their head around. It's like only we can understand this dumb humour. Like obviously, we say "rizz" (short for charisma: a charm) and "GYATT" (usually popular in African-American environments, short for goddamn),, but the thing is, we say that stuff ironically (in a sarcastic manner).

But there's Gen Alpha, basically people who are born after 2010 (until 2025, starts gen beta). And these kids are like brainrotted to the EXTREME. Keep in mind, brainrot usually means people who are too chronically online and sometimes can only speak in internet slang...weird. Gen Alpha is responsible for creating or popularizing some terms. These include a LONG list, I'll try to explain as much as I can here...

Sigma: the equivalent of alpha, an individual who's viewed as dominant.

Skibidi: short for Skibidi Toilet, a series made up of short videos created by DaFuq!?Boom! On YouTube.

Cap: a lie. Usually used in phrases like "No cap!" (No lie) Or "That's cap!" (That's a lie)

Slay: Something done impressively or greatly. Usually used between females but it's NOT restricted to that. used In phrases like "you slayed that/you ate that!"

Sus: Suspicious, unsettling

GOAT: abbreviation for "greatest of all time". Like in "Ronaldo/Messi is the GOAT"

Clout: popularity. Example— "I did that for clout"

Flex: to show off

Bop: Bae of plenty, someone who is seen as a player

Cancel: Cancel culture is pretty much getting celebrities banned off social media platforms. For example, many people want to cancel Andrew Tate.

Noob: newbie, someone who is a rookie. Either new to a game or bad at a game.

Drip: how cool your outfit looks. Like seeing a kid with a hoodie and saying "Damn, that kid got drip!"

Dope: The equivalent of Rad, something that's cool.

Dupe: yes, there's a difference. Dupe is like a knock off or a fake.

Lit: the same meaning as dope. usually something fire, as in it's awesome.

Stan: to be a huge fan of someone. Others can interpret it as a stalker fan, but the first definition is more popular.

Fanum tax: popular streamer Kai Cenat is friends with another streamer known as Fanum. Fanum often appears in Kai's streams to steal food from Kai. Fanum tax has become a popular term between fans indicating someone is stealing your food. Sometimes used in percentages. For example, my best friend casually fanum taxes 85% of my lunch every other afternoon.

Mewing: a technique used to sharpen your jawline, where you put your tongue at the roof of your mouth—often not allowing you to speak.

Edging/gooning/surfing: (Sorry asexuals..) a sexual practice involving controlling your 0rgasm.

Glazing: to over-hype something or give something so much compliments and attention it has gotten cringe worthy.

Tweaking/tripping: to act energetically or even unintelligently under the influence of crack/drugs, used sarcastically.

Aura: an imaginary calculation method of how much power or reputation you have. For example, falling In front of a group of teens means you have lost aura, or power. You can say that's -500 aura (points). Or maybe helping a homeless man. That's +5000 aura. Memes go around like "the golden dog", a card that makes you immune to losing aura.

Of course there is MUCH more. and Gen Alpha creates new terms every other weekend that it's starting to get tiring keeping up with these trends. Unless you're on the internet 24/7/365, then you'd surely know all of these and spontaneously use them. But I don't, so there's a lot I missed here, at least i believe so😭😭

The problem is, gen alpha uses all these different words and terms UNIRONICALLY. Meaning that they're actually serious. And oh, trust me they will look at you weird when you use an outdated word like "lol", "yas", or "YOLO".

So... Who can we blame for this ridiculous behaviour? Obviously, no other than millennial and generation Z parents. In my personal belief, Gen Alpha being on the internet from such a young age is seriously a bad idea. I mean, I have not one, but TWO (2) gen alpha siblings. You can imagine how hard it is from me... My 5 year old cousin goes to kindergarten and he says that he "rizzed" a girl at his class, which got him +10000 aura. Yeah, even I can't believe what this world has come to.

But from another perspective, we can do nothing about it. Maybe it's a good thing to let gen alpha on the internet? After all, we can't keep taking steps back, saying we need to quit phones and cellular devices in general. All we can do, really, is just let the future unfold. A few decades away from now, Generation Gamma or Delta or whatever, is gonna be laughing at gen alpha saying they're as old as time, probably holding a portable toilet in their hands. we never know what the future brings us🤷‍♀️

So that's it, sorry for answering your silly little question with a whole essay 🙏 thank you all for coming to my ted talk.

#my fav ask. i love this. might as well pin it #the sigmas will rise 🥶🥶#gen z culture #gen alpha #pop culture #philosophy #english literature #essay #ted talks #reine yaps

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Riri, your papa is here

(Au: Omegaverse. Miles and Hobie went through a break up before having their first child)

Hobie got up the steps knowing that he's late, he knows he needs to come on time. He knows it. Work had held him up, so now he has to find a way to schedule his work hours with his schedule for his child. With a simple knock at the door, the door quickly spun open revealing his ex-partner.

Miles stood with one hand on his hip with a disapproval frown on his face, those big doe like eyes still get Hobie's heart going even after all these years. "You're late."

"I know. I know. Work held me back... Umm, where's Riri?" He finally asked, he didn't want to talk about his tardiness.

"Hobie, we agreed on this schedule because you said it works for you." Miles said in a serious tone, then sighs, "Look I get your trying to make a good living, but talk to your boss about your hours because I'm not-" Hobie quickly cut him off, "I know. I will. Just work being busy. Now, where's my-" Then Miles' bubbly husband came by the doorway, "Is that Hobie?"

"Yes, bae. It's Hobie." Miles said to his Alpha.

A buff Indian American Alpha with a thick clean cut beard pop behind his Omega with a big smile on his face, "Hobie, my dude! What is up!"

"Hey, Pav." Hobie gave him a simple hello, it's not like they're close friends. Pavitr always been a friendly person.

"Hahaha, so you're late, do you know that? Riri is waiting for you in the living room." This time Pavitr's said in a semi-bubbly tone with a bit of serious expression. "You know, you can't be late. I don't care if you're late or not, because I get to spend time with my little princess, but this is more important to Riri than me and Miles."

"I know! I know! Look, I'm trying. I'll talk to my boss, anyway can I have my kid?" He really wants to get out of there.

Miles sighs, "Riri, papa is here!"

"Alright!" Riri a four year old girl that has both resemblance of her parents, she happily carried a Disney Princess backpack filled with her fun activities for the weekend. Her hair in a beautiful bread with colorful pink beads, and cute princess shirt with mint pants and light up shoes. Her heterochromia eyes gleams, "Hi, papa!" She rushes over to hug him.

"Hey, lovely. Come here and give your papa a hug." He picks her up to kiss her forehead, "You been good?"

"Yeah, daddy and appa said we'll go to Disney World for the summer if I'm super good at daycare!" She happily said.

"Oh, is that right?" The punker glances at Miles, he didn't know about that nor did he agree his daughter going on a trip. What about his custody to her?

Miles crosses his arms, "We're talking about it, Hobs."

"Yeah, don't worry, bud. You're welcome to come, bring your wife too!" Pavitr happily said, "and ya'll son, Manny."

"Easy, bae. We were just talking about it." Miles pointed out.

Riri frowns, "But you guys promise me, I wanna go to Disney world!"

"We'll talk about it later, love." Hobie said, "Right now, you'll enjoy the weeknd with me, and Mindy and your little brother Manny."

"Manny just sleep, poo and eat." Riri tilted her head being confused, she only watches the baby being snug with his mom.

"Because he's a baby, lovely." Hobie said to his kid.

"I guess." She had that Hobie Brown honesty. "He just lays there and fart."

Pavitr giggles, "Princess, don't be mean. He's your little brother. You need to be a big sister to him."

"Hehe, okay appa." Riri kisses her stepdad on the cheek giving him a hug.

Miles smiles at the two before turning to find his ex-boyfriend rolling his eyes at Pavitr. This pissed the twenty nine year old because not many Alphas would want to be with a 'touched' Omega, especially one with a strong Alpha descendants. Pavitr being the most sweetest understanding Alpha had love Riri like it was his own. So seeing his ex-boyfriend disapproval his husband is pissing him off.

"Anyway, we'll best be going. Say goodbye, lovely." Hobie said.

"Bye bye daddy, appa!" She waves at them.

"Bye, mi vida." Miles went to kiss his daughter's cheek. "Be good to mama Mindy and your little brother."

"Okay!" Riri nodded.

Hobie began walking off having his daughter in his arms, they headed to the bus. The ride to his place wasn't far, only about twenty minutes depending on traffic. Always that fucking New York traffic.

When he got home, his wife, Mindy already gave a bottle to their son Manny. The baby burps before sitting on the couch with a baby pillow to support his back while watching Sesame Streets.

Mindy turns to find her husband coming in, "Hello, Riri. How's it going, sweetie?"

"Good. A bit exhausting." Her dad set her down so she can start putting her jacket and boots away. It was a semi-cold day, with a bit of breeze.

Hobie chuckles, "I'm the one that carry you most of the way."

"But I have to sit on the bus, papa." She giggles being in her casual outfit and rushes with her backpack to the living room, "Hi, Manny!"

Manny looks at her then made grunting sounds. "Is he pooping?" She asked.

Mindy giggles, "Maybe. He just had his lunch." She went over to pick up her son, "Oh who's a stinky baby? You are. You are." Her Omega scent smelled like gentle sweetness of milk and honey. It's a scent Hobie loves from his wife. Sadly, and he would never tell her the real reason why he loves her scent, because it reminds him so much of his ex-partner.

Even though the two ended on a terrible note, he still cares about him, love him still. Their relationship was never on a good time, it always felt like wrong place, wrong timing, nothing seems to go their way. Now, all it's left of them is being coparents to their daughter.

Hobie knew he shouldn't think too much of the past, he knows part of their failed relationship was him not being ready to commit when they needed to. One biggest hint is Riri, when Miles got pregnant, the punker didn't want a baby or the marriage life. His band at the time was being popular, slowly starting up.

Miles wanted them to be serious, which was too fast at the time. Not to mention, they were on and off from a previous fight about so many things.

In the end, Hobie and his band didn't get famous in the way they hope, thus the end of being a rockstar. And the break up with Miles, too. So, he's a producer making music for anyone, that's how he met Mindy with her beautiful gospel voice.

When Riri was born, Hobie came to see her and fallen for her. Miles had hope for him to commit, but he couldn't forgive Miles for saying petty shit from their break up. It was best to leave it as it is. Petty fights, petty custody battles were filled with hurt and pain from their break up.

He wanted to break up....

The punker wanted to wait or express his freedom a bit more. Somehow they were able to maintain their feelings at bay, slowly being more friends for their daughter.

Riri began coloring as she watches Sesame Streets, "Papa, daddy doesn't like you, huh?"

"What makes you say that?" Hobie asked.

"I dunno. You two always look at each other weird... like mad."

"Nah, it's just sometimes papa isn't following what daddy says and it's my fault."

"Did you love daddy before?"

"One point I was, but we're good friends." He arched his eyebrows, "Why did ya ask?"

"I dunno. it's hard to believe since mama Mindy is so sweet and you love her a lot. You hold her hand, kiss her cheek- and with daddy, you two fight a lot."

"Yeah, we always did." Hobie sat on the couch, "Believe it or not, we never fought like that."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, we use to sing, dance, have fun. Now, your daddy is all about being mean and strict rules. Don't tell him, I said that."

"I won't." She giggles.

"Did you ever wish for us-" Riri shook her head, "Nope. You two always look sad together and that makes me sad. I like it when you two are happy."

"I see." Even his baby girl sees that the two weren't meant to be. They weren't off on a good note. "Well, one thing we know is that me and your daddy love you so much. We'll always try to make you happy."

"Hehe, I love you, too, papa."

Normally the weekend is Riri enjoying fun times with her papa like going to the park with the family, eating pizza, and watch movies. Sometimes they play fashion outfits or she's in her own world talking to Manny. The baby boy can only listen to Riri's stories about Spider-man or barbies.

When she return home, she saw her daddy waiting out the door of their home with one hand on his hip. Miles welcomes her back.

"How was it, honey?" Miles asked.

"Good. Super fun. Manny gets scared of his own farts." She giggles.

"Haha, that is funny." Miles let his daughter go off to her room with her things. "And I need to talk to you." He said to his ex-partner.

"Oh yeah? What am I getting blamed for this time?" The punker sarcastically asked with a snort.

His ex glares at him, they step outside of the front door, Miles shut it. "Why are you always pissed off at me?"

"What?"

"You got annoyed with Pav for being sweet to Ri!"

"Pfft, be for real, Miles. That was Friday! Let it go."

"No, because you always get annoyed with my husband! I never treat Mindy that way."

"Okay, you wanna know why, so bad?" Hobie threw his hands in the air, "You and him are making plans without telling me. Disney World? Over the summer? I wanted to take her to London to know where I come from and you basically run that mouth off saying no, she's too young or she's not ready or you don't think I'm responsible."

"This is Disneyland, and we were just talking about it."

"No! Don't give that shit. Pav basically made a promise with Ri so now ya'll obligated to do it."

"Look, Pav was trying to teach her that being-" Hobie cut him off, "No, don't give me that. It's always something so innocent but when I pull the same shit, you bitch at me."

"Excuse me," Miles scowls, "What da fuck you think your talking to? You better tone that mouth of yours, you asshole."

"Admit it, Miles. You hate I'm being your baby daddy. Your other have full custody of her."

"No! I know, you never been a responsible man! You always run off. I don't trust you taking her to London!"

"It'll be me with my wife and son!" In the fact moment Miles gave a look of anger flash in him, it seems like he was jealous almost disbelief to find Hobie married with a child. It's true, how can the punker be so quick to marry Mindy when he denies marriage with him.

"Maybe I do, but I know you ain't shit."

"Oh fuck off. I'm telling you now, Miles. You and Pav better not take her to Disney World until you let me take her to London. You can go low, I can go lower."

"You really going to upset her, because I said no to London?"

"You always hated that I'm here. I care about my daughter, and want to give her trips."

Miles inhale sharply, "You don't respect me or Riri's time. You were supposed to pick her up on a certain but you're always late. You never taken her to the doctor, or changed her diaper-"

Hobie looks at his ex in disbelief, "Because you deny me access to my own kid, because you wanted to be petty. I was there when she was born and you still buggin'. Man, fuck this. I'ma talk to my lawyer about minimal contact from you when I pick Riri up."

"Ugh, fine. Do it." Miles fumes seeing his ex-partner walking off. The twenty nine year old went back in his house being upset. "Shit." He sighs. Why do they always fight so much? He just wanted Hobie to respect Pavitr.

Riri came by to find Miles wiping his own tears, "You okay, daddy?"

"Yes, baby. I'm fine. Just mad at your papa, right now."

"Oh, nothing new then." She began walking off to get her sippy cup from the fridge.

Miles gave a small chuckle, "Heh, yeah. Same ole' same ole..." He knows this isn't healthy for his daughter to see, yet she seems to be unbothered by it. She is exactly like Hobie, her attitude towards everything is very chill and her bluntness had a certain humor to it. "So, how was Mindy?"

"Good. She and papa were singing a pretty song and Manny tries to sing, too." Riri sips her sippy cup. "Daddy, why you don't like papa?"

"What? what makes you say that, sweetheart?" Miles stood awkwardly almost in shock with his baby.

"Well... you guys always fight and I asked papa why, too."

"What did he say?" He arched his eyebrows.

"He said it wasn't always like that... he said he did love you."

Miles' bites his bottom lip, "He did?"

"Yeah. I thought it was weird because you two always fight."

"I'm sorry, honey. I know we shouldn't fight. Me and papa have a lot of stuff we still haven't got over." Miles kneel down to hug his daughter, "You know, we love you so much, right?"

"I know."

"And what me and papa had... was nice for a bit. I did love him, too. We weren't compatible."

"What's compatible?"

"It's like two jigsaw puzzle that doesn't fit together. You can force it but it would never fit perfectly. That's me and your papa."

"Ohhh." She said.

"I'll try to be nicer for you. I don't want you to see us fight or get any ideas about me hating your father." Miles did love Hobie, maybe that's why he's so mad with him. So many things he wanted from his ex-boyfriend that never happened. In the end, he end up doing all the things he wanted from to someone else. To another Omega, and that hurt him like an old wound being ripped open.

Now, Miles have to admit he did rush things too fast or expect his ex to be a traditional Alpha too fast. When he got pregnant with Riri, he gave Hobie an Ultimatum which never works out. So much anger, so many petty revenge to hurt Hobie... was it worth it in the end?

Now, they're two exhausted grown men trying to coparent their daughter. Their beautiful perfect daughter, Miles has no regrets to wanting her. He will never apologize for that. He's pretty happy to have a child with his ex-boyfriend, it's at least their Riri is a good outcome from their broken relationship.

"Okay, daddy. Can I got play with my dolls, now?"

"Sure, sweeter. Go and plat." He watches his baby girl running to the living room to play. This time he took out his smartphone to text Hobie, taking a moment to think about what to say.

Miles: Hey, you can take her to London, but I'ma need to know everything like time, dates, places and who's going...

-few seconds-

Miles: Sorry for being mad at you, but understand that Pavitr makes me and Riri happy.

Hobie: I understand.

Hobie: Thanks

Hobie: I'm sorry for saying shit... I think we need to go to therapy, I don't want to say the wrong shit and hurt you and Ri.

Miles: Same. We need to make this work without the fights.

Hobie: I agree.

Miles nodded at this. "This is a good start."

#miles morales #hobie brown #punkflower #spiderman

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panda-of-the-trash · 11 months ago

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gimme some vines to draw/nf

Hi welcome to chilis

I heard you were talking shit about me

Wouldn´t you like to know weatherboy

I love you bitch, never gonna stop loving you bitch

Stop I could´ve dropped my croissant

Hey i´m a lesbian I thought you were american

Huriance katrina more like huricane tortilla

What the fuck is up kyle

How´s it feels to be the worst cop ever. Shut up your mother buys you megablocks instead of legos. You fucking take that back

And they were roommates (of course)

Is there anything better than puss, yes a really good book

Road work ahead, yeah I sure hope it does

2 bros coiling in a hot tub 5 feet apart cause they´re not gay (I love you anthony)

We all die you either kill yourself or get killed *funky dance* what you gonna do

Hi i´m Derek welcome to pizza hut, lemme guess pizza *faints*

Freshavocado

I thought you were bae, turns out you´re just fem. BRUH

SAIL OOO *breaks piano with foot*

This one´s to end racism *misses basketball hoop*

Back at it again with crispy kreme

Why are you running? Why are you running?

Hey you okay? Yeah just lately I haven´t been able to think straight (balls, tow guys holding hands, but, wiener)

I am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand

You cannt sit with us. Actually meghan I can´t sit anywhere I have ✨️hemorhoids✨️

That was legitness, yeah it was

*yeets frisbee into oncoming traffic* what the fuck richard

Fuck off Janet, i´m not going to your fucking baby shower

Yeah go ahead and pull it through *cat tugs cord through cabinet hole* thanks bud

Did you wash the dishes? I thought you wanted to do them. HmHmHm you were wrong

A potato flew around my room before you AAAAAAAA *wild screaming as potato on flies on ceiling fan*

Look dad it´d the good cush. This is the dollar store how good can it be

Well when life gives you lemons

*kid wiping baby powder all over himself* go away GO AWAY

*man dances with squeaky chicken toy and carbord sing that says love* love yourself accept yourself

Hi i´m ranasha bliss and i´m your freestyle dance teacher *freestyle*

Ah fuck, I cant´ believe you done this

There´s more but my head it not working

If anyone has more to add go on lmao

#anya babbles #ita #EAT UP

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thatgirlwhokeepsreading · 6 months ago

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I absolutely second that! I'm Australian but (for reasons not relevant here) spent upper primary school living in Western Europe attending an USAmerican international school. My mother was haunted by the idea that me and my siblings weren't learning the Australian-specific humanities content we'd have gotten if we'd been back home, and as part of an effort to correct that bought us some books that basically had a Horrible Histories-esque tone.

I mostly read and re-read the first book in the series, and I can't remember date range but it basically started with pre-invasion* European contact and went through to I think federation. My recollection is these books didn't really unpack the First Nations' perspective, like they still were very much positioned primarily as sympathetic to people who had been transported. (Which does mean they were pretty ACAB lol.)

But the fact that they left in parts like massacres, enslavement, genocide of Indigenous Tasmanians, James Cook being Like That, etc., ended up being HUGE for me. Like, I'm a historiography** girl, I know there's no "neutral" approach to reporting history, but the barest facts prima facie are just Not Good. In particular I remember this part that was just like "Terra Nulius was plainly bullshit, because like... There Was Guys There. You kept having to kill them, so they're clearly there???? European understandings of land ownership be damned."

Anyway, I say this was Huge for me bc it turns out when I reintegrated into Australian schooling I was coming in way hotter and more anti-colonial than everyone else. Also I was so so bad at naming people who undertook mapping expeditions. So I ended up being slightly behind anyway because I didn't know anything post-federation and retained Zero names of white boys who died trying to find the inland ocean.

Like I'm not even trying to claim I was a Woke Bae in class (I was 11yo and I wanted the authority approval so bad lol), or that I'm a flawless ally to Indigenous people now, or even that my peers were all completely ignorant. It's just literally my whole perspective was founded on the idea that cruelty to Indigenous people was if not a feature then an inevitable byproduct of colonialism, and this was Probably Bad Actually. And I didn't realise that for most of my peers and even many teachers weren't starting from that same premise.

And this always fascinated me because my mother didn't set out to give me a Woke History Book. (I think I literally ended up with those books bc, as I say, they had a very HH vibe and I LOVED HH.) It also, more importantly... really stands in contrast to the sanitized American history I learned in school.

(*they used the term "settlement" or if they were feeling spicy "colonisation", which is fairly standard for books ostensibly aimed at white kids. In the academic environment in which I operate**, however, we tend to use "invasion" because even if the Brits brought a prisoner labour force to then colonise with doesn't make it not a military action.)

(**Australian theatre historiography, not history history, so I won't unilaterally claim language we use is current best practice)

#additional story about my mother in this era as palete cleanser:#she was CONVINCED that in additon to knowing the capital cities of the states and territories #we needed to know the names of the major river running through these cities #insisted that EVERYONE learned this in school and would quiz us on it constantly #I have not met ONE person of ANY generation who was required to learn this #anyway its my party trick ready working clockwise #Queensland - Brisbane - Brisbane River #New South Wales - Sydney - Parramatta River #Australian Capital Territory - Canberra - Molonglo River #(that's the one I always forgot)#Victoria - Melbourne - Yarra River #Tasmania - Hobart - River Derwent #South Australia - Adelaide - River Torrens #Western Australia - Perth - Swan River #Northern Territory - Darwin - Darwin River #genuinely idk how she picked “major river” or if that's all accurate #at some point I want to learn all the Indigenous place names; seems only fair #ANYWAY #it me

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nityarawal · 11 days ago

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12/22/2024

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Peace, Love, Eternally,

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ughbraindisfunction · 1 year ago

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kpop oc intros!!

**please note that these r just for fun and that me and the friend i made these with made them for the sillies. we do not really mean to ship/sexualize any idols!

also note that characters having more than one love interest or the same as another person doesn't mean they're in a poly-ship! the other creator and i have multiple plot lines and aus that we experiment and plotlines we experiment with! so they are separate!!

other creator: @skz-bae

Hyerin

Face claim: Han Julie (Kiss of Life)

Group: STRAY KIDS

Stage Name: Rin

Birth Name: Bae Hye-rin

English Name: Vivienne Bae

Chinese Name: Pei Hui-lin

Nicknames: Bambi, Rinrin, Rinnie Hyerinnie, Nation's Bae, Vivi, Hyein

Position: Main vocal lead dancer ig

Birth Place: Beijing,

Birthday: 16th December 2000

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Chinese Zodiac: Dragon

Height: 165 cm || 5"5'

Weight: 49 kgs || 108 lbs

Blood Type: AB

MBTI Type: ESFJ

Nationality: Korean

Representative Emoji: 🐨 /💕

Love interest(s): Lee Minho(SKZ), Han Jisung(SKZ)

Find on - @skz-bae

Cheol

Face claim: Ji Changmin(TBZ)

Group: Stray Kids

Stage Name: YunCheol

Birth Name: Choi Yun-cheol

English Name: Jack Choi,

Nicknames: Yun, Yunnie,

Position: Dancer, Vocal

Birth Place: Gwangju, South Korea

Birthday: January 18th, 1999

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Chinese Zodiac: rabbit

Height: 177cm

Weight:

Blood Type: O

MBTI Type: ISFP

Nationality: Korean

Representative Emoji: 🐆 [cheetah]

Love interest(s): Yang Jeongin(SKZ), Lee Minho(SKZ)

Find on - @choicore

Haiyan

Face claim: Kun(WAYV)

Group: N/A(hes not an idol lol)

Birth Name: Zhao Haiyan

Nicknames: Hai, Shark boy, Haiya,

Birth Place: Dongguan, China

Birthday: September 5th 1999

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Chinese Zodiac: Rabbit

Height: 174cm

Weight: -

Blood Type: B-

MBTI Type: ESFP

Nationality: Chinese

Love interest: Bangchan(SKZ)

Find on - N/A

Kwangsun

Face claim: Yoon Jeonghan(SVT)

Group: ATEEZ

Stage Name: Kwangsun

Birth Name: Lee Kwangsun

Nicknames: Sunnie, Sunshine, Kwanga, Kwan,

Position: Rapper, Dancer

Birth Place: Busan, South Korea

Birthday: May 18th, 1999

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Chinese Zodiac: Rabbit

Height: 173cm (5’9)

Weight: -

Blood Type: O

MBTI Type: INFJ

Nationality: Korean

Representative Emoji: 🐈

Love interest: Hwang Hyunjin(SKZ)

Find on - N/A

Ben

Face claim: Seongmin(CRAVITY)

Group: The Boyz

Stage Name: Ben

Birth Name: Ben Park

Korean Name: Park Byung Ho

Nicknames: Byung, Bee, Benji, Ben Ten

Position: vocal, dancer

Birth Place: Chicago, USA

Birthday: October 31st, 2000

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Chinese Zodiac: Dragon

Height: 173cm

Weight: -

Blood Type: A-

MBTI Type: I

Nationality: Korean-American

Representative Emoji: 🐹

Love interest: Song Mingi(ATEEZ)

Find on - N/A

if u have any questions or comments or anything plz say whatever's on ur mind ! i am desperate to talk abt these silly guys.

#my ocs #kpop #kpop ocs #kpop oc #skz oc #ateez oc #the boyz oc #sillay #just little guys #ocs #i cant draw #how do i tag shit #raaaaah #🗣️🗣️🗣️#plz dont hate me #i like them #theyre so silly #super silly

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davidhatter · 2 years ago

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Getting Into Knives || Hatfish

baenxietydad:

��Oh yeah, he had his epipen with him at least, and it wasn’t as bad as if he had eaten peanuts himself. Whatever the hospital gave him fixed him right up and he just slept as soon as we got home.” Mu-yeol said, checking the mandu and determining the first few were good enough to finish cooking in the soup. “And Franny Robinson handed her card over for any possible expenses to go to her, so that was nice. She didn’t have to do that. She was surprisingly…normal for someone with that kind of –” money “– life.”

He sighed as he added a new batch of mandu to cook.

“Fortunately that was like two years ago and we’ve not had a peanut run-in in a dark alley since. I was worried about that with him choosing to move into the dorms; he’s really embarrassed about it and his –” ah, he wouldn’t mention Nemo’s small wing, Hatter wouldn’t understand, he was a real person after all. “– dad always worrying about it.”

There, just say Nemo’s embarrassed about him like all kids are a little bit.

“That’s part of why I’m always giving him food, at least I’m sure it’s safe if I make it. Aish, but what’s he going to do when he eventually moved really far away? I suppose he has time to learn to cook himself. He’s not very good at it yet,” Mu-yeol said, chuckling and shaking his head. “Though he made birthday miyeok guk – ah, seawood soup, it’s a Korean thing – for my birthday last April, that was sweet. It was much too salty but I ate it all of course.”

That also sounded very much like Franny Robinson, who had stayed the same since Hatter had known her since she had first moved to this town, before she had hit it big, but back then it had only been a matter of time. He had been both surprised and not surprised every day she could come in and greet him like an old friend, acting as she always did, but getting wiser with every step of the way. It was admirable, quite frankly, with that many people breathing down her neck.

“Yeah. Have a conversation with her about music or American politics one day, then see how normal she can be,” he said. This was meant as a compliment, of course, but it may have seemed otherwise under the deadpan way he had landed the sentence.

He didn’t notice anything amiss in the explanation, though he had always found no understanding of why a child might be embarrassed of a parent who loved them. Hatter had never felt that when his mum had showed up at his school or he would see her on the street, outside the shoppe, when he was with his friends. Maybe it was a generation thing, he’d have to ask Martha and Sam what their kids thought of them.

“Seaweed soup,” he repeated, taking this detail in and thinking, well, if he could make that then he probably didn’t need to worry about finding a gift for Mr. Bae. Which he felt was necessary since he found himself asking. “You’ve mentioned it’s in April, what day is it? And Karen’s was in March, right?”

#title: (getting into knives)#ch: (mu-yeol bae)#(hatfish)

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skz-rin · 2 years ago

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╴╴╴⊹ꮺ˚ YOU'RE MY ANGEL BABY !

『📜』 ── PROFILE

~♪~ !! BASIC !!

STAGE NAME - Rin | 린

BIRTH NAME - Ophelia Chaerin Bae

LEGAL NAME - Seongrin Ophelia Bae

KOREAN NAME - Bae Seongrin | 배성린

CHINESE NAME - Bào Xinglin | 鮑星潾

ENGLISH NAME - Vivienne Bae

NICKNAMES - Bambi , Rinrin , Rinnie , Hyerinnie , Nation's Bae , Skz's angel, aegyo queen , Baebi , Huihui , Fifi , Lili, Lia, Ella

BIRTHDAY - November 19, 2000

ZODIAC - Sagittarius | Dragon

BIRTHPLACE - Lyon, France

HOMETOWN - New york city, New york

ETHNICITY - Chinese - korean

NATIONALITY - American

LANGUAGES - 100% Korean (Native), 100% Chinese (Native), 99% English (Fluent), 80% French (a little rusty)

~♪~ !! PHYSICAL !!

HEIGHT - 165 cm | 5'5"

WEIGHT - 49 kg | 108 lbs

BLOOD TYPE - O

PIERCINGS - 2x Lobe Piercings, 1x Orbital piercing(right), 1x Helix piercing(Left)

TATTOOS - None

~♪~ !! CLAIMS !!

FACE CLAIM - N/A

VOCAL CLAIM - Abigail Morris (The last dinner party)

VOCAL CLAIM - Chaein (Purple Kiss)

DANCE CLAIM - Jang Kyujin (Nmixx)

~♪~ !! STATICS !!

DANCE : 8.5/10

VOCAL : 10/10

RAP : 7.5/10

STAGE PRESENCE : 9.5/10

VARIETY : 8/10

SONGWRITING : 8.5/10

PRODUCING : 6.5/10

CHREOGRAPHY : 7/10

ACTING : 8/10

~♪~ !! CAREER !!

PROFESSION - Idol

GROUP - Stray Kids

LABEL- JYP ENTERTAINMENT

TRAINING PERIOD - 3 years

POSITION - Main Vocalist, Lead Dancer

UNIT - Vocalracha

SKZOO ANIMAL - Animal -> Otter , Name -> SuRin

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJIS - 🦦💕

INDIVIDUAL FANDOM - N/A

SPOTIFY - N/A

SIGNATURE -

~♪~ !! FACTS !!

She has a blue belt in Hapkido, she didn't participate in many competitions as she mainly learned it for self defense.

She was born in France but moved to NYC with her mother when she was 2 years old.

She also did tennis since she was little girl, she has been participating in competitions since she was 9.

She is one of the richest members in the group.

She participated in produce 101 and ranked third thus becoming a member of I.O.I

She participated in sixteen and made it to semi-finals before being eliminated.

She graduated from Hanlim school of arts a year late.

She went on a trip to Washington D.C. with Chan after both of them ranked 1st during trainee evaluations.

Her mom was a famous opera singer but currently works as a financial advisor and her dad is the CEO of a real estate business and also runs a line of luxury hotels.

She alternates between calling the boys oppa or hyung, She usually just says whatever she feels like at that time though during debut she only called them hyung to feel more like a part of the group.

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therealvinelle · 3 years ago

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What do you think the Cullen family reactions would be if someone called them a skinny legend (individually)? Like a kid at school or a colleague for Carlisle? I suppose Edward in particular would be displeased.

Considering how I had no idea what the term meant until I googled it for this post, I'm not sure they would know what it meant either. They don't strike me as people who would be very online.

Skiny legend, for my fellow uninitiates, means "someone who is stanned".

(Because I have to say it - I don't believe they'd be engaging with our modern world at all by the time "skinny legend" becomes a thing, so this post is on the thought experiment end of things.)

Alice isn't self-conscious by any means, all the same she finds it rankling to be referred to as skinny. She gives the offender an unimpressed look, and carries on with her day.

Bella doesn't know what this means either, but it sounds like a positive. She smiles uncertainly, thanks the lucky stars she can't blush anymore, and going forward she avoids this person.

Carlisle is lost, and thinks it's a sad reminder of just how obese the American populace has gotten that he, a fairly normal adult, is now considered skinny. He makes a weak joke about working out. Get it, because he's skinny... god, he hopes he didn't call his colleague fat just now.

Edward is offended. He's not skinny. He's muscular! Slim, maybe, though he prefers "lean", but certainly he's toned! Why, you can't tell he had the Spanish flu at all. "Skinny". Pfah.

Emmett just stares at the person who called him skinny legend.. He is obviously not skinny.

Esme takes it as a compliment, and compliments the person back.

Jasper doesn't care.

Renesmée is going through a phase and knows what this means! She knows so many terms. She's so excited that this is happening. Gosh, she hopes she finally made a human friend. Would the human like to be her bae? Let's go simp for Timothee Chalamet, he's a soyboy! Hello, fellow humans, y'all.

Rosalie would be flattered if the compliment wasn't so weak. She's a lot more than skinny. She isn't even skinny, Alice and Bella are skinny girls. Rosalie is a woman, she has curves.

#alice cullen #bella swan #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #emmett cullen #esme cullen #jasper hale #renesmée cullen #rosalie hale #twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanons #twilight renaissance

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kelyon · 2 years ago

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Live Wire 2: Moving In

Bailey Gold gets dragged across state lines to live in some creepy old mansion.

Reference photos for the house

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Bailey Gold slumped against the window of the passenger’s side of his dad’s car. He held a potted plant on his lap and a fish tank between his feet. Some things were too fragile to let the movers take in their van.

The drive from Boston to Maine was hot and long and stupid. Most of the conversation was about the new town they were moving into, Storybrooke.

“So you’re telling me this place doesn’t have a movie theater?”

Papa kept his eyes on the road. “There’s one the next town over.”

He rolled his eyes and thwumped back into the seat. “You’d have to drive me there. Every time. You’d probably sit in the car in the parking lot and read for two hours.”

“Sounds like a treat to me. Or we could go to the movies together.”

“Yeah, but you don’t like movies.”

“I like movies,” Papa protested. “What I don’t like are feature-length theme park rides.”

Bae blew out a stream of air. In Boston, the nearest multiplex was only two bus stops away from their apartment. He could go by himself and meet his friends there. They could watch movies and eat junk food and he never had to care if it met the ‘artistic merits’ his father cared so much about.

He tried another tactic. “Are there any museums there?”

For as long as he could remember, they’d had memberships to every art, science, and history museum in town. He’d been crazy for dinosaurs when he was a kid. Even now that he was older, the museums were still interesting. At least, they were something to do. And there was no question that they met Papa’s approval.

“I’m sure there’s something about local history.”

“Local history? Papa, we’re leaving behind the entire history of the American Revolution!”

His father only snorted. “There’s more to the world than America.”

He fell back against the headrest. “Then why didn’t we move to Scotland? It’s gotta be better than Maine.”

“I don’t think your mother would appreciate me taking you out of the county.”

“Whatever. She doesn’t care.”

Papa slowed down a little. He took one hand off the steering wheel to put it on Bae’s shoulder. “Hey, listen. Your mother is a complicated woman, but she does love you. It was brave of her to admit that she can’t take care of you the way you deserve. She will want to see you again, and when she does, it will be easier if you’re close.”

Bae didn’t say anything. He looked out the window, watched the forest pass by. It didn’t make sense that Papa had more faith in his mother than he did. Wasn’t divorcing someone supposed to mean you hated that person? But Papa never seemed to hate Mom, even when she was at her worst. He was just sad for her. It was the same thing whenever Bae messed up--he said he wasn’t mad, just disappointed.

Bae was mad. Your mother is supposed to care about you. Your mother is supposed to put you first. At the very least, a kid should be in the top three on a mom’s list of priorities. From a young age, Bae had figured out that his mother’s first three concerns were always sex, drugs, and rock and roll.

He shook his head, got back to the subject of why Papa shouldn’t move him to some stupid little town in the middle of nowhere.

“Does this place even have a library?”

“That it does,” Papa grinned. “Practically right next door to where I’m going to have my shop. You can go there whenever you like.”

Bae sighed. It probably wouldn’t have any of the events and clubs the Boston Public Library did. But at least it was something. That was all he wanted: Something interesting to happen in this new place.

****

Why was it pink?

He was still in the car. At fourteen, Bae hadn’t been taught how to drive, or how to hotwire a car, but he was pretty sure he could figure out both skills on the fly. All he had to do was slide over into the driver’s seat, fiddle with some wires, and press the gas pedal--whichever one that was. He could be on the road back to Boston and Papa would never be able to run after him.

Nah, he’d get pulled over. Or he’d need to stop for gas and he didn’t have any money. There weren’t any gas stations that would accept a potted poinsettia or a tank full of female betta fish as payment, and that was all Bae had on him right now.

So he opened the car door and stepped out, holding the plant in both hands. Papa was standing in front of the yard, looking up at the house. When Bae stood beside him, he saw that he was smiling.

Seeing how happy his father was to be here made Bae feel bad for hating moving so much. He still wanted to go home, but he was ready to admit that wasn’t going to happen. One way or another, this was their home now.

“So, pink, huh?”

Papa chuckled. “They liked their colors in the Victorian era. I did check to make sure the walls weren’t papered in arsenic green.”

He walked to the porch, so happy he barely needed his cane. Bae followed.

“Arsenic? Isn’t that poison?”

“It certainly is.” Papa pulled out the key to the front door. “And also a very vibrant dye. But don’t worry, son. Everything is safe in there.”

While his father fiddled with the lock, Bae looked around the outside. He tried to think of something good to say about this new place. “We’ve never had a yard before.”

“There’s a patio in the back, too,” Papa said. “I was thinking of putting in a fire pit.”

He nodded slowly. Their apartment in the city had been great, but there weren’t a lot of options for outdoor stuff. Papa had tried to “enrich” Bae’s summers with camping trips that had always ended in one disaster or another. Maybe a yard and a fire pit was a better place to start.

With a heavy sigh, Bae followed his father into the house.

“Count yourself lucky,” Papa said. “It used to be pink on the inside too.”

Bae wrinkled his nose as he looked around the main entrance. “And now it’s gray and white.”

“Gypsum and Homburg. It took me a long time to decide on those paint colors.”

It looked… clean, Bae guessed. The movers would be coming later with the furniture and most of the boxes, so right now the whole house was empty. It felt empty. Their voices echoed as they spoke. Outside it was getting hot, but the house made Bae shiver. It was all really weird.

“I bet somebody died in here,” he said.

Papa just chuckled. “Maybe you were right about moving to Scotland. Back there, it’s when someone hasn’t died in a house that you know something’s wrong with it.”

“No, I mean… doesn’t it feel creepy to you?”

“No,” Papa said. He ran his hands over the polished wood around the door and the staircase and the fireplace inside the entryway. Bae could see how much he was trying not to smile. “This place feels exciting, son. It’s a blank canvas, it can become anything.”

Bae let out a whoosh of air and tried to see the house the way Papa saw it.

“The stained glass around the door is pretty,” he offered.

“There’s more on the stair landing, do you see that?” Papa turned Bae’s body to look. “And there’s a window in that little nook here.”

“Oh that’s cool,” he admitted. “I didn’t know we had nooks.”

“Might even be a cranny around here somewhere.” Papa looked at his watch. “The movers will be here soon. Why don’t you look around upstairs while I handle things down here? Go say hello to the house.”

Bae snorted. “What?”

“Like in that movie you used to watch. The Japanese cartoon? About the two little girls who moved into a new house.”

“My Neighbor Totoro? That’s a kid’s movie.”

“I liked it.”

Bae rolled his eyes but started to go upstairs anyway. “I’m gonna go find a sunny window for the plant,” he said. “Then a shady spot where I can put my fish tank. I do not need to say hello to a house.”

Papa just shrugged. “Well, don’t blame me if the soot spirits decide they don’t like you because you were rude to them.”

He shook his head and went to the second floor. Soot spirits! Did Papa think he was still a kid? There weren’t any spirits in this house.

****

Bae’s bedroom was on the third floor. He picked it out because he wanted a balcony. Papa had let him because the balcony was so high up there was no way he could climb down to sneak out of the house. Not that Bae would do something like that. In Storybrooke, where was there to go?

He put his poinsettia on the balcony, and his fish on a shelf in a nook by the balcony door. When he plugged in the tank, the filter gurgled to life and started working right away.

“Awesome,” he said to himself. He meant it, too. That filter didn’t always work the first time, or at least it hadn’t in Boston. He’d thought he would have to get Papa to buy him a new one, but now maybe he wouldn’t.

With his two most important possessions taken care of, Bae decided to help move in everything else. The charger for his phone was in one of the suitcases he’d packed into the car. He should find that before the battery ran out. His laptop, too, he should get that out of the heat as soon as he could.

He took the narrow back staircase that led down into the kitchen. The movers were using the main stairs, now he could stay out of their way. This would also be a great way to sneak past Papa for late-night snacks.

Maybe this house wasn’t so bad after all.

#live wire

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drabbles-mc · 3 years ago

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Game Day

EZ Reyes & Angel Reyes & Sister!Reader

Day 11 of the July Prompts and a request from @cherieann-2001: football and How about American Football game with Ez/Angel/and Baby sister Reyes? They all like three different teams within the same division so whenever two of the teams play each other there is a lot of trash talking etc. But they love one another at the end of it all.

Warnings: language, alcohol

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: The Reyes Family deserves happy times together and that’s all I have to say about that.

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“You guys ready to lose?!” Angel called out as he flung open the door to Felipe’s house.

You were fast at work in the kitchen, laughing and shaking your head at the dramatics of his entrance. Over the years, despite everything that had ever happened in the Reyes family, all of you still managed to come together during football season. Sometimes it felt like you only came together just to give each other shit over your teams, but it was nice that some things didn’t change, didn’t get lost.

He looked around and quickly realized that you were the only one in the kitchen, if not the entire house. Walking over, he placed a kiss on top of your head, “Hermanita,” he glanced around once more, “you the only one holding it down out here?”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “No, Pops and EZ are out back by the grill,” you looked up from the pan in front of you, “Feel free to go and help.”

“Nah,” Angel chuckled before going and grabbing a beer out of the fridge, “I’d much rather stay in here and bother you.”

You rolled your eyes, “Damn, and here I was thinking that you were actually going to offer to help.”

“You want my help?” he cocked an eyebrow.

Your sigh turned into a laugh, “That’s a fair point.”

“When’d you get here anyway?” he asked before taking a swig of his drink.

“This morning,” you covered the pan on the stove and turned the heat down, “Had breakfast with Pop before you boys could show up and disturb the peace.”

“What are you two troublemakers up to in here?” EZ asked with a chuckle as he walked inside, a plate in his hands piled with food that Felipe had been cooking outside.

“Oh, nothing,” you smile, “just figuring out how we’re going to celebrate when the Chiefs choke tonight.”

EZ scoffed, a smile on his face, “Big talk for a girl whose team is already out of the running,” he grabbed himself a fresh beer from the fridge and took a drink, “Brave of you to wear those colors around here, considering,” he nodded towards your jersey.

“This isn’t gang territory,” you laughed as you leaned back against the counter, “Besides if Angel can wear his, I can wear mine.”

“You can all go change,” Felipe said as he walked in with the last of the food, shaking his head all the way over to the counter.

All three of you laughed, knowing and loving that he always put on an annoyed front when you were all there. You knew that if the three of you showing up and causing a ruckus every weekend was really a problem, he wouldn’t hesitate to kick you all out. But he enjoyed it as much as the rest of you, even if he didn’t want to admit it. Time together with the four of you was rare, and no one knew and felt the value of it all quite as much as your father did. For all his grumbling about the yelling and the shit-talking, and shaking his head at the amount of food that three of you would burn through, you would always show up to a full fridge every Sunday morning when you came to have breakfast with him. And the living room would always be clean and set up perfectly for all of you to hang out there later. You loved him, though, so you let him continue to pretend to be bothered by it. It kept you and your brothers amused, after all.

“We gotta get you one, too, Pops,” Angel said with a laugh.

“One what?” Felipe didn’t look amused at all.

“A jersey,” he gestured to himself, “I feel like these are your colors.”

“No way,” EZ chimed in, shaking his head, “He’s not gonna—”

Felipe interrupted, cutting off the discussion before it could continue, “Is it done?” he looked at you and then nodded towards the stove.

You nodded, laughing at his dismissal of the heated debate that was about to take place, “Yea, all set to go. Was just waiting for you and Boy Wonder to finish grilling.”

“Boy Wonder?” EZ looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“What? Sounds like an upgrade from Boy Scout if you’re asking me,” Angel smirked.

“I’ll demote him again after his team loses,” you laughed.

“They won’t,” EZ shook his head, adamant about his position, “No chance.”

“We’ll see,” your voice was singsongy as you helped get everything together.

You were listening to the two of them going back and forth as you started bringing everything to the table. You might’ve all been grown, with your own lives, problems, and responsibilities, but something about getting together for games at Felipe’s turned all of you back into punk kids again. It was all jokes and headlocks and pushing each other off the couch after dinner. And Felipe would always sit and watch from his chair, fighting to keep a straight face and not feed into your antics but smiling and laughing along with you. But you could always see it in his eyes, even when he was watching you trying to tackle Angel to the floor in the middle of the living room, he’d rather have you all there than anywhere else in the world.

The game was well underway, and the now-empty dinner plates were all stacked off to the side. EZ kept promising that at the next commercial break he’d bring them into the kitchen, but it never happened.

“Oh!” you bumped his shoulder with your own, “Called it! Choked!”

EZ laughed shaking his head as he gave you a shove back, sending you into Angel’s side, “You sound more and more like him every damn day.”

“There are worse brothers to take after,” Angel laughed as he draped his arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his side and preparing to put you in a headlock.

“Angel,” Felipe spoke up, waiting for you all to look at him, and all he did was give a slight shake of his head, causing Angel to let you go.

“You don’t gotta protect me, you know,” you laughed, “He’s not even that strong.”

“Pfft,” Angel shook his head, “That’s it, you’re done.”

Your scream turned into laughter as he threw you in a headlock, threatening to pull you down onto the floor. You turned your body, managing to pull your legs up and press your feet against him, pushing yourself away and getting him to break his hold on you with a laugh. He easily lifted and move your legs back off the couch, shaking his head.

“Not even that strong,” he muttered as he returned his attention to the game, “Bullshit.”

“I mean,” EZ chuckled as he got up to finally bring the plates into the kitchen, “she did get out of that pretty quick.”

“Shut up,” Angel crumpled a napkin and threw it at him, “Aren’t you supposed to be watching your team lose?”

“Don’t make him drop those dishes,” Felipe spoke up, “Or you’ll be buying me new ones.”

“Oh,” you chimed in, “don’t let Angel pick out China patterns. Please.”

“We’re supposed to be friends, you know,” Angel chuckled, “If I can’t trust you on game day, who can I trust?”

“No one!” you laughed as you reached down, grabbing the napkin he’d thrown and chucking it back at him, hitting him square on the forehead.

“Heads up!” EZ called as he walked back into the living room, carefully lofting a beer bottle to Angel. He sat down, handing you one before passing you the bottle opener.

The three of you settled down a little now that you had fresh bottles, not wanting to spill anything on your father’s couch. That ran the risk of genuinely frustrating him. And you knew that the spiller would be the one who either had to clean it, or replace it. That wasn’t a responsibility that anyone wanted on their shoulders.

EZ was in his glory as the game came to an end, his team managing to come out of it all on top. He stood up, holding his arms out, “Called it!” he turned back to you and Angel, “And you thought they were gonna choke.”

“They did for a while, there, Boy Scout,” Angel piped up with a chuckle.

“Still won, though,” a cocky smirk was plastered across his face.

“Shut up,” you swiped the bottle caps off the table and tossed them all at him with a laugh.

You leaned forward, elbows resting on your knees as you ran your hands down your face. It’d been a long day. Good, as they always were, but you could feel yourself starting to get tired. You glanced over at your father, chuckling quietly when you saw that he was passed out in his chair. You nudged Angel with your elbow, nodding over to the chair with a soft laugh.

“It’s exhausting dealing with you two knuckleheads,” Angel said with a laugh.

“Learned from the best,” you shot back with a smile.

You draped a blanket over your father, leaving him to sleep in peace. The three of you all cleaned up the kitchen and living room, restoring it to its former glory. As much as you wanted to say goodbye, you knew that Felipe would just be mad that you all woke him up. So with that, you all made your way outside. Their bikes were parked alongside your car, and there was something so reassuring about the sight of them all lined up together.

“Alright,” you gave them each a hug, “Stay outta trouble. Love you.”

“Love you,” Angel swung his leg over his bike, clipping his helmet on.

“Love you,” EZ smirked as he walked over to his bike, “And you can just call me whenever to tell me that I was right about the game. You have my number.”

You shook your head, smiling as you unlocked your car, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

#mayans mc #mayansmc #mayans fx #mayans mc imagine #angel reyes #ez reyes #ezekiel reyes #ezekiel reyes imagine #ez reyes x you #ez reyes x reader #ezekiel reyes x reader #ezekiel reyes fanfic #angel reyes x you #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes imagine #july prompts #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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the-trashiest-of-the-trash · 3 years ago

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Random Headcanons - Sergio (Part six) :))))))

I came up with some randoms ideas and scenarios while working lol These are a bit light hearted compared to the last part lmaoo

Masterlist

You can't look at him and tell me that he won't at least have a small freak out about his hair turning grey

One day you were playing with his hair and plucked one out. When you showed it to him he stared at it and for a moment you thought he might burst into tears because of how quiet he was.

But instead he went on a long tangent about how he's too young for this. You just have to distract him with a change of topic, or just tell him he won't look bad with grey hair. He wouldn't mind being told that

The two of you play rock paper scissors to see who picks what movie to watch. Best out of three. Unless the two of you decide on something right off the bat. Or he might give in to whatever you want to watch

He prides himself on his ability to cheer you up. Whenever you're feeling down, he gathers you in his arms, attacks you with smooches, and makes sure to do some of your favourite things. He'll also bring you out for dinner at your favourite place.

Oh and I was also thinking about what to name a kid (if y'all decide to). He said at one point he would like the first one to be a girl, and imagine naming her after Sofia?? He would stare at you for a while, and for a second you thought he might be upset. But then he smiles through teary eyes and says it would be perfect.

Doesn't know what to make of weird "American" terms and endearments. You thought he was confused about Bae just wait until he hears about dilf or something lol

like if you use "same" often he'll catch on pretty quickly, but as soon as you use it in a different context than what he's used to he'll be thrown in a loop again lol

#fictif #sergio jimenez #wkldr #fictif sergio #LoveLies #Fictif LoveLies #heir to love and lies spoilers #fictif heir to love and lies

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dcbutinamrev · 4 years ago

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AmRev as Iconic Vines To Lighten Up Your Day

(Sorry I had too- )

Hamilton: AH!

Lafayette: Stop could have made me drop my croissant!

Tilghman: *sleeps*

Meade: *pours water on Tilghman*

Tilghman: Hello?

Lafayette: Dad look it’s the good kush!

Washington: This is the dollar store how good could it be?

Hamilton to Laurens: Country boy, I love you, blech.

Meade: *throws frisbee*

Tilghman: What the fuck Richard?

Washington: No. No off topic questions. No. Permission denied. No. You have been stopped-

Andre to Hamilton: You have a beautiful smile.

Hamilton: Thanks. You’re not that handsome.

Andre: Wow. Thanks-

Madison: And they were roommates

Jefferson: Oh my God, they were roommates

Washington: Every time you yell at your kids, put a quarter in your no yelling sock and soon you’ll have a weapon-

Lafayette: Road work ahead? Uh, yeah. I sure hope it does-

Jefferson: I keep telling you man, you gotta stop lettin people walk over you.

Hamilton: *wheezes* Okay-

Laurens: *weirdly walks down the hall*

H. Laurens: *sighs with disappointment*

Betsey: Mom, I got something to tell you…

Catherine Schuyler: What is it honey?

Betsey: I got an A-BOR-TION

Fitzgerald: Ha ha. I do that-

Meade: Hi welcome to chili’s

Harrison: When there’s too much drama at school, all you got to do is, walk away-yay-yay

Hamilton: If there are any spirits here tonight…tell me…do I sound like Shikera? *makes weird noises*

Judge Woodhull: 911 is it an emergency?

Abe Woodhull: No!

Judge Woodhull: Then…what is it?

Abe: I…It’s digiorno-

Philip: Hey, Ma. Say who wants lasagna

Betsey: Who wants lasagna? *trips*

Hamilton: *starts talking*

Laurens: Uh, I’m not finished. Let’s get started.

Hamilton: *talking*

Laurens: Oh my God. Can you please just let me do it-

Peggy: Hey guys look at this dress my Mom bought me. SIKE! IT’S A JUMPSUIT! YOU WERE FOOLED! HA HA HA!

Hamilton: Hey, bro what do you want to eat?

Laurens: *the souls of the innocent- * A bagel *No!* Two bagels

Jefferson: There’s only one thing worst than a rapist. Boom.

Adams: A child.

Jefferson: No-

Jefferson: You can’t sit with us

Hamilton: Actually, Jefferson, I can’t sit anywhere. I have hemorrhoids

Tallmadge: Hey everybody so today Bradford pushed me so I’m starting a kick starter to put him down

*picture of Bradford*

Tallmadge: The benefits of killing him would be I would get pushed way less-

Samuel Seabury: Someone in our apartment has been killed. Please help-

King George III: Calm down. Don’t want a panic at the disco-

Hamilton and Jefferson: *fighting*

Madison: Can I get a waffle? Can I please get a waffle-

Continentals at the Redcoats: Look at all those chickens!

Kinloch: Oh sorry I fell asleep while I was waiting on you to make me a sandwich!

Laurens: Go back to sleep and starve

Charles Lee: Basically I um…what I was thinking was—

Laurens: *punches Charles Lee*

Charles Lee: Aw, fuck man. I can’t believe you’ve done this-

Washington: Put that candy back. I’m not buying you all that mess Oh. Try me.

*Who’s that Pokémon?*

Mulligan: IT’S PIKACHU!

*It’s Clefairy!*

Mulligan: FUCK!

Brewster: I’m JOHN CENA! *blows flutes through nose*

Anna Strong: Ben is that a weed?

Tallmadge: No this is a crayon-

Strong: I’m calling the police!

*illuminati theme plays*

Laurens at Charles Lee: What the fuck is up Charles! No what you say? What the fuck dude? Step the fuck up!

Laurens: He just dropped and was just smacked the lip just…wha-pow! Dropped down said braaa

Hamilton: Hurricane Katrina! More like hurricane tortilla!

Harrison: Do you ever like wake up and do like do not do something and you’re just like: What the fuck is going on?

Woodhull: You don’t know what is good! *weird moves* You don’t know me! You don’t know me!

Meade: If you want to play baseball, you got to be the baseball

Hamilton: I thought you were bae. Turns out just you were just fam.

Laurens: Bro!

Hamilton: *walks away*

Tallmadge: A nice typical American dinner

Billy Lee:

Tallmadge: *screeches*

Adams: How about the four shelf, want to hit that-

Hamilton: Shut the f— up.

Laurens: *does something awesome in battle*

Hamilton: That was legitness

Hamilton: something she said-

Betsey: *laughs*

Hamilton: I like that laugh. *mimics laugh*

Laurens: We just love working here. We all have a lot of laughs. Fuck off Hamilton. I’m not going to your fucking baby shower.

Laurens: Hey I’m gay

Lafayette: I thought you were American?

Hamilton: Did you wash the dishes?

Laurens: I thought you wanted to do that?

Hamilton: *laughs* You were wrong

Peggy: Mom, I know you don’t have a lot of money so it’s okay if you by me sketchers for school.

Catherine Schuyler: *snorts* What are those?

Tallmadge: Excuse me? Can I get a cup of cofffe? Black?

Billy Lee: Can’t you see me talking?

Hamilton: How do you know what’s good for me?!

Washington: THAT’S MY OPINION!

The other aides: *blinks*

*Hamilton trying to convince Washington to let him go to South Carolina*

Washington: You can’t go. No. Sorry you can’t go-

Hamilton: I love you bitch. *pointing at Eliza and Laurens* I ain’t never gonna stop loving you…bitch.

Lafayette: They following Ma. They following me.

Lady Washington: Who?! Who following you?!

Lafayette: The bus-

Lady Washington: The bus?

Franklin: Welcome to physics-

*something explodes*

Franklin: *screeches* HOLY MOTH-

Laurens: It’s summer. I got my hat on backwards and it’s time to fucking party. *hits head on banister*

Hamilton:

Laurens: *slams break*

Hamilton: *chokes on food* LAURENS!

Hamilton: Smack cam!

Burr: Bitch I hope you the fuck you do! You’ll be a dead son of a bitch I’ll tell you that-

Philip: Oh my God. It’s Chipotle! Chipotle’s my life

Meade: Hey, Tench you want some?

Tilghman: This bitch empty! YEET!

Hamilton: WHAT ARE THOSE!

Lady Washington: They are my crocks!

Hamilton: *fires gun*

Lafayette: *jumps* THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU!

Washington: *walks in room*

Hamilton: BRAH!

Washington: *jumps and walks away like nothing happened*

Burr: I brought you Frankincense

Hamilton: Thank you

Burr: And I brought you…Myrrh

Hamilton: Thank you.

Burr: Myrrh…..DER!!!”

Hamilton: Judas no!

Billy Lee: Lebron James. Lebron James. Lebron James. Lebron James. Lebron James.

Laurens: *sneezes*

*Deers runs off*

Hamilton: Nice Laurens

Laurens: What? I sneezed! Oh I’m not allowed to sneeze?

Arnold: I smell like beef. I smell like beef.

Andre: I’m real. And I can’t go with ya-

Peggy Shippen: Ooh, this is my jam. This is my jam. Turn that song off. This is my jam-

Hamilton: Ooh, I like your accent where you from?

Lafayette: I’m librarian

Hamilton: Oh my bad *whispers* I like your accent where you from?

Franklin: *blows smoke* Atom-

Adams: Honestly I don’t remember. I was probably fucked up. Yeah I was crazy back then.

Lafayette at Hamilton and Laurens: Two bros. Chilling in the hot tub. Five feet apart cause they’re not gay-

Revere: Mother trucker dude. That hurt like a butt cheek on a stick.

Franklin: Watch your profanity

Laurens: What’d you say? What’d you say?

Washington: I said whoever threw that paper, your Mom’s a hoe.

Arnold: Thanks for checking in I’m still a piece of garbage-

Hamilton: Remember one time I liked you

Andre: No?

Hamilton: Good. Cause it never happened!

Andre: Oh…

Hamilton: *laughs and walks away*

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