#I don't know but I start to love the new guy...

[isuggestforcefem]

What I'm about to say is going to sound absolutely fucking insane but I need someone to hear me out on this one and unfortunately you are that person. Delete this if you want but I need someone to know what was revealed to me via divine intervention. This is gonna be a long one

I, as a cis boy, think the optimal strategy is to transition into a femme-presenting trans man or a lesboy or whatever you want to call it.

Now, you may be thinking, "what the fuck????" That's fair. I'm gonna try and break it down for you anyway.

I don't see anything wrong with being a boy. I'm fine as it is. However, I think being a girl could potentially be neat. So I transition into a girl, get estrogen and bottom surgery and whatnot, and bada-bing, bada-boom.

However, I can already convincingly pass as a girl. My voice is pretty androgynous and I have what some would consider a feminine build. Narrow shoulders, long hair, the works. I could still easily go by he/him even if I took estrogen because I'm already pretty androgynous.

"Why transition in the first place?" you might be asking, and I have a very simple reason for this. I want to be a lesbian. I literally cannot picture myself to be intimate with a woman as a man, and I've learned a lot about dating women from the best: lesbians. I want to follow in their footsteps and idolize women in sapphic doodles like the many lesbians before me. I also think I'm overdue for a much-needed hardware update.

Now, why would I still want to pass as a man? Well, as much as I love boobs, I don't think they suit me. Maybe a little bit, but I don't want em too big, y'know? It would also make most social interactions unchanged. I'm still just some guy. I like that energy about me. Also I got some pretty conservative family members. As long as they aren't trying to pull down my pants, I'd still be the same person to them. I'd still be the same person to me, too. I also wouldn't have to change clothes. I already wear what some might mistake for a dysphoria hoodie because it's a pretty thick and large jacket. But I am not giving up those pockets for shit. Also I don't think my skull shape passes too well? It kinda does but in an uncanny valley kinda way. My face can pass but I'm not 100% on the skull.

And, even if I transition, I can still be forcefemmed, but now with so many different layers. I'd still have that femmable egg energy. I could make the detrans kink gender-affirming. I'm still a boymoding trans girl, which is like one of the prime targets from what I've gathered (mainly from this blog). There's so many layers to it, so many things that could be done. I'm starting to think this section is a little too horny for this blog. I can't really tell.

I have contemplated this for roughly six hours and this is what I have. This solution satisfies all the conflicting ideals I have about being trans. I don't think it'd fix transphobia or anything, but I'd probably end up meeting one bigot who thinks I'm trans anyway so I might as well, eh?

Well, I guess I do still have a few problems, such as actually having to care about my looks, the expenses, shaving, ect. But other than that I'd say it's pretty airtight. This might be the new meta

Eggs are inventing new ways to be eggs in my dms I see

[landoughnut]

Green Light, Red Flag

♡ masterlist - request

♡ pairing - max verstappen x fem!reader

♡ summary - max likes you, but it takes the strong feeling of jealousy to admit it

♡ warnings - jealous max, angry-ish love confession, fluff

♡ w/c & a/n - 1.1k | du du du du

"To Super Max!"

The cheer echoes through the private room of the Monaco nightclub as champagne flows freely. Another win, another celebration, and you can't help but smile as you watch Max try (and fail) to dodge the shower of bubbles from his teammates.

"Honestly, you'd think they'd be tired of spraying champagne after the podium," you mutter to your friend, Hannah, who's watching the chaos with amusement.

"Bold of you to assume they ever get tired of it," she laughs.

You've been part of the Red Bull team's PR department long enough to know she's right. Your eyes drift back to Max, who's now arguing with Checo about something, gesturing wildly with his hands the way he does when he's excited. His face is flushed from the champagne and victory, hair still messed up from his helmet, and you ignore the familiar flutter in your stomach when he catches your eye across the room.

"Oi!" He calls out, making his way over. "Why aren't you celebrating properly?"

You raise your barely-touched glass. "Some of us have to work tomorrow, Verstappen."

"Tomorrow's problem," he says, dropping into the seat next to you. His shoulder brushes yours, and you pretend not to notice. "Today we celebrate."

"You mean you celebrate. I just watch you lot make fools of yourselves."

He clutches his chest in mock offense. "I'm wounded. Here I am, trying to include you in my moment of glory—"

"Your fifteenth moment of glory this season," you correct.

"—and you're just standing here judging me." But he's grinning, that competitive spark in his eyes that you've come to know so well.

"Someone has to keep your ego in check."

"That's what I keep you around for," he says, and something in his tone makes you look at him sharply, but he's already being called away by Christian for photos.

You watch him go, trying to ignore Hannah's knowing look. "Don't start," you warn her.

"I didn't say anything!"

"You were thinking it very loudly."

The night progresses in a blur of music and laughter. You're in the middle of a conversation with GP when you feel someone tap your shoulder.

"Excuse me," says a voice you don't recognize. You turn to find a rather handsome man in an expensive suit. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. I'm James."

"Oh, um, hi," you manage, caught off guard by his forward approach.

"I'm with the Mercedes hospitality team," he continues smoothly. "Would you like to dance?"

Before you can respond, you feel a presence behind you – familiar, solid, radiating tension.

"She's busy," Max says flatly.

James raises an eyebrow. "I believe the lady can speak for herself?"

You turn to give Max an exasperated look, but the words die in your throat. You've seen every version of his competitive face – the focused pre-race stare, the triumphant victory grin, the frustrated post-DNF scowl. But this? This is new. His jaw is set, eyes dark with something that looks suspiciously like jealousy.

"Max," you say carefully, "I can handle this."

"Can you?" he snaps, then immediately looks like he regrets it.

James glances between you two, understanding dawning on his face. "Ah, I see. My apologies, I didn't realize—"

"There's nothing to realize," you say quickly, at the same time Max growls, "Yeah, you should apologize."

"I'm just going to..." James gestures vaguely and makes a tactical retreat that would make Toto proud.

You round on Max. "What the hell was that?"

"What was what?" He's doing that thing where he pretends to be completely oblivious, which might work on journalists but has never worked on you.

"That whole caveman routine! Since when do you care who I dance with?"

"I don't," he says, but he won't meet your eyes. "I just... don't trust that guy."

"Right, because clearly I can't make that judgment for myself?"

"That's not what I—" He runs a hand through his hair in frustration. "Can we not do this here?"

You glance around, suddenly aware that several people are trying very hard to pretend they're not watching this exchange. "Fine. Outside. Now."

The Monaco night air is cool against your skin as you step onto the club's terrace. The city glitters below, the same streets Max was racing through just hours ago. He's standing at the railing, knuckles white where he grips it.

"Max," you say softly, "what's really going on?"

He's quiet for so long you think he might not answer. Then: "I don't like seeing you with other guys."

Your heart stutters. "Why?"

"Because!" He turns to face you, and there's that intensity again, the one that makes him such a force on track. "Because every time some guy looks at you like that, I want to... I don't know. Put up a safety car or something."

A laugh bubbles up despite yourself. "Did you just make a racing analogy about your feelings?"

"Shut up," but there's a smile tugging at his lips. "I'm trying to be serious here."

"Sorry, sorry." You step closer. "Please, continue with your vehicular emotions."

He groans. "This is why I never said anything. You make everything into a joke."

"Says the king of deflection." You're close enough now to see the flecks of gold in his eyes. "But if you're being serious... I don't like seeing you with other people either."

His breath catches. "No?"

"No." You reach up to straighten his collar, letting your hand linger. "Kind of ruins my plans to eventually marry you and steal all your trophies."

The tension breaks as he laughs, real and warm, his hands finding your waist. "That's your master plan? Bit obvious, isn't it?"

"Well, I was going to be subtle about it, but then you had to go and get all jealous and dramatic—"

He cuts you off with a kiss, and oh – this is nothing like the Max the world sees. This is soft and sweet and just a little desperate, like he's been holding back for as long as you have. You melt into it, fingers curling into his shirt.

When you break apart, he rests his forehead against yours. "Just so we're clear," he murmurs, "this means you're not dancing with anyone else tonight."

"Possessive much?"

"You like it."

"Maybe." You steal another quick kiss. "But only because you're cute when you're jealous."

"I wasn't jealous," he protests automatically.

"Sure, and you also 'don't care' about breaking Seb's record."

He pinches your side playfully. "You're impossible."

"Yeah," you agree, sliding your arms around his neck. "But I'm your impossible."

His smile – soft and real and just for you – is better than any podium celebration. "Deal."

When you eventually return to the party, hand in hand, no one looks surprised. Checo hands Hannah what looks suspiciously like betting money, GP just rolls his eyes fondly, and Christian mutters something that sounds like "finally" into his drink.

Max doesn't leave your side for the rest of the night, and if he holds you a little closer when James walks past, well – you're not complaining. After all, some victories are worth celebrating more than others.

[bluerosefox]

Danny kept quiet and stared tensely out the car window, even with Jazz, or his mom trying to ask questions for the first few minutes into the ride but the soft and firm "Madds, Jazzy, he'll tell us when he's ready." from his dad made them all stop their questions.

He had ignored the questioning gaze of his best friends too when they picked them up, the two at first armed and ready to fight for him against the Fenton's since he used the old code they had set up in case but he quickly told them that the Fenton's still loved him but he needed them ready to leave right now with him and his family and it was the only way to get them to do so without questioning at the moment. At first Sam was annoyed and was about to argue how his code text scared her but closed her mouth when Danny sternly looked at her his gaze sharp, Tucker had flinched back a bit because he hadn't seen that look on Danny's face in ages. The last time he saw it was when Dash, in Elementary, had stolen Tucker's brand new glasses and was about to smash them with a book, that stare alone had gotten Dash to back off for like a week before he started up his bullying again.

After that, all Danny did was open the van's door and told them

"Get in, we don't have time..."

Once everyone Danny loved from Amity was in the van he told his dad to start driving to Vlad's dumb place. That it was being fortified and once they got there he will explain everything.

To the untrained eye it looked like he was merely staring out of the van but he was actually keeping watch, every muscle in his body tense and ready to spring into action should he need to, his fingers lightly near the hidden blade he had on him, one of the two things he managed to keep since being dropped off near Amity Park, the other being his old League uniform that no longer fit him. He knew depending how long it took his Mother to send her warning eventually League Assassins would be showing up sooner or later for him.

It didn't take long getting to Vlad's newish place, he had moved outside of Amity but not back to his Wisconsin castle when he finally decided to try to an actual dad for Dan and Ellie. It wasn't as ridiculous as the castle but it was still a huge rich guy place.

Danny sent a quick text to Dan from his phone, knowing the other was waiting for them. Without heisting, just as the GAV rolled to a stop, Danny opened the door and hopped out taking one of his to-go bags with him. He kept his eyes towards the open area, his eyes trying to catch sight of the littlest movent and his enhanced hearing for the tiniest sound.

His body was tense, ready to spring into action should he need to and only said "Get inside, quickly."

He could hear the rest of the people he loved and cared for pause, no doubt staring at him in question but after a firm "Go." from Jack the others made their way, grabbing bags along the way to the manor door where Vlad let them in with no words exchanged.

Danny could feel Vlad's gaze on his back, no doubt Dan didn't explain much but most likely told the older man that the Fenton's, Tucker, and Sam were in grave danger. Most likely said it with his eyes glowing and almost growling the order to fortify the place asap.

Danny shifted his foot, took a breath, and said aloud "Report."

"Misdirected two groups away from Amity in the last hour. My duplicates already have them knocked out and are dumping them a couple of cities away. Third group is no doubt going to message Fruitloop Prime and he'll be alerted you left home and will be looking to where you went. Give or take I say we have like a day or two before he finds your trail to Vlad's. Fruitloop Prime knows from reports you aren't on 'good' terms with Vlad so maybe three days at max? Enough time to go to... Father." Came Dan's voice from behind him.

"Thats... Just great..." Danny sighed heavily under his breath.

"So, whats the main plan." Dan stated, not even asking and Danny knew how tense and uneasy he actually was from the tone itself. Danny knew Dan wanted nothing more than to go straight to Ra's and rip the false immortal to shreds but Danny also knew that deep, deep down just how scared he was to even see his face. Danny was scared and he knew Dan was too.

"We tell the others the truth, and I mean everything. Get everyone weapon ready and then we get into contact with Father in Gotham, hope Damian doesn't try run his blade through me... Again, and prepare for an absolute shitshow of Father trying to 'take control' of the situation and butting heads with Mom and Dad's need to protect us." Danny said before finally turning around and stared hard at his once upon a time half future self. He gave Dan a sarcastic smile before adding "Wanna rock paper scissors to see who tells who?"

".....Fine." Came the scoffed annoyed response.

-x-x-

'Someone needs help against Ra's. Have sent them towards you. Take care.'

These words were seen, written in League code, on the screen in the Batcave. A group of people surrounding the computer screen, each one frowning and questioning why Talia sent this cryptic message.

To Protect Them

Another DPxDC idea with twins Danny and Damian.

'He knows.'

That was only message Danny received before he felt like he had dropped in freezing cold Arctic waters naked and felt if he remembered to breathe at this moment he would see his own breath, even though he had an ice core and no longer felt actual cold anymore, and for a moment the world around him faded into nothing.

No sound, no touch, not even smell.

Nothing.

Then like a supernova, everything around him exploded.

Everything was too loud, to strong, his skin felt hot and cold at the same time somehow. The feeling of dread crawled up his body.

He needed to go.

Run.

This message was his only warning. The only thing his birth mother could send him in regards of help. He knows it, he knows she can't do anything else but this. He also knows she wants to do more but in order continue to be the eyes and ears inside of the hellhole he once called home, a place he both hated and feared yet somehow still loved if only for the memories of his mother and brother, she could not do anything more.

"Hey Dann-o! Anything good in the mail today!?" Came the loud voice of Jack Fenton, his adopted dad, from the doorway. The same man who took one look at a muddy, dirty, tense, untrusting, almost fully feral little six year old Danyal al Ghul who held onto his only daughter hand when she dragged him home after finding him behind the Nasty Burger looking for food, and decided point blank that he was now a Fenton. That Danny, Daniel was his son as if he always was.

Danny could feel his lip tremble when he realized if he ran, if he booked it out of Amity now, the people he loved, the people he would happily die for, would be targeted. It wouldn't matter if he faked his death, or just left with no warning and never contacted them ever, ever again.

They would be killed for just knowing him.

For their deaths would be his punishment.

Danny could feel the rest of the mail in his hands, the ones he had went outside to get before breakfast cause his mom asked him to, fall out of them, the only one staying was the message from his birth mother. He took in a shaky uneven breath and turned around.

His face no doubt was pale, paler than it normally was, and his body trembled, and Danny had no doubt that despite all the training he had learned when he was in the League that even if he brought it out and pretended he was fine, his dad would be able to tell something was wrong.

Because his dad's happy cheerful face shifted to a concerned worried frown, a frown Danny hadn't seen in a few years, a frown that was common when Danny would wake in the middle of the night screaming, begging, or cursing in his native language or when he would be spooked enough to reach for a knife. But even with those moments the man never ever found fault in Danny, instead he would lower his voice and speak softly to Danny, waiting until he calmed down before asking if it would be okay to touch or hug him. Then he would sit with Danny for hours, keeping his normally loud and booming voice soft as he talked about random things, like family fudge recipes and how they came to be.

"Danny?" Jack asked softly as he took a small step forward, one of his hands lifted up as if asking permission to reach out.

Danny wanted nothing more than to rush into his dad's arms and hide in his large frame. Hide from the world around him but Danny knows he didn't have time, none of them did.

He took in one more breath and could feel his body stop shaking, his mind no longer chaotic, and his nerves steeling up. For the first time in a long, long time, he wasn't Daniel 'Danny' Fenton anymore.

He was Danyal al Ghul again.

"Dad. Get mom and Jazz into the GAV. Now." Danny ordered, his eyes narrowing as he clutched the message in his hand tight.

His dad knew something big was going down.

And he trusted Danny enough to do so quickly.

Danny closed his eyes as his dad ran into the house, yelling for Maddie and Jazz to get into the GAV. Danny opened them when he could feel the message in his hands slowly being covered in ice and knew his eyes were now glowing green.

He didn't have a lot of time. He needed to get his family, Tucker, and Sam out of Amity.

He needed to get them someplace safe.

He needed backup. More than his family and his friends.

He needed-

Danny nearly jumped when he realized who he can call to help.

In a flash he took his phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed a number he barely liked calling but needed to do so at this moment.

He waited, it felt like ages and it was agonizing, before the person on the other line finally picked up.

"What do you want-" came a somewhat same but rougher sounding of his voice but Danny cut him off.

"Dan, he knows." was the only thing Danny needed to say because he could hear the sharp intake of breath.

"Get them here now." was the order.

"Already on it. Is Ellie and Vlad with you?"

"Yes."

"Good. We'll be there shorty. Keep them safe."

"And then what?" Came the gruff question.

"Then... Then we'll prepare and call in Father and Damian. We need all the help we can get."

".....He won't be happy... About everything. Our... your fake death you know."

".... I know. But hopefully Father and the rest of his batclan will keep him from lashing out too much, especially with civilians and innocent lives on the line."

The two, Danny and Dan fell into a silence for a moment. Danny could hear his dad trying to hurry his mom and Jazz into the GAV despite their questions

".... Explaining all of this is going to be a shit show isn't it." Came Dan's voice after a couple of minutes.

Danny winced because yeah, not only explaining his actual past as Danyal al Ghul to the Fenton's, Tucker, Sam, and to Ellie, and Vlad but also having to explain his new life to his birth father and twin brother, a brother who thought he was dead, was going to be a hell in a handbasket.

"Yeah... it will be." Came his only response as he heard the GAV starting up and the garage door opening. Dan must of heard it over the speaker phone and said "Get Sam and Tucker and get here soon. No stops. We'll fortified Vlads dumb place in the meantime."

Dan didn't wait after that and instead just disconnected the call. Danny removed his phone from his ear and quickly pull up the group chat he had with his friends, sending them a quick message to meet him now. He used the code they had set up incase the Fenton's didn't take to him being Phantom well, he never had to use it since they took the news good, well as good as one could be after finding out their invention had half killed their son and that they had been hunting his ghost side down, but since this was important he needed them to be ready now.

He frowned as the Fenton GAV pulled up towards him and knew that what happens next would be...

Stressful.

[rafeysdeer]

so american (aka civil!reader x vigilante bf jason)

prompt: where the reader is not used to be loved in the right way, or, where jason finds the reader sleeping wrapped in his t-shirt and does everything to show how much he loves her.

a/n: omg hi! i know, i really disappeared this time, but i'm back and with a new imagine! i promise i will post every request that it's on wait list, and become more active in here, anyway, english is not my first language, and i hope u guys like this one 💗

"he says i'm pretty wearing his clothes" so american, olivia rodrigo

It was already late at night when the window of your tiny apartment opened, showing that your boyfriend had arrived from his usual patrol, unfortunately, you had been asleep for a long time, on the couch, curled up in a shirt at least twice your size, an open book sprawled on the coffee table, in a probably very uncomfortable position.

Jason's eyes lit up when he found your peacefully sleeping figure on the couch, his satisfaction growing even more when he recognized the oversized t-shirt you were wearing, his shirt, the one that had been missing for weeks, but he seen it hidden on your side of the closet, a smile started to take over his face.

He carefully approached you, pulling the blanket from the edge of the couch to cover your soft body, but no matter how gentle his touch was, he saw your eyes slowly opening, blinking slowly as you tried to shake off the desire to return to your deep sleep.

"Jay? What time is it? I'm sorry, I tried to stay awake, but the couch was so comfy" the girl said, trying to defend herself, of nothing, because he was not accusing her at all, and it's obvious when he looks at her face with an expression of pure confusion.

"Why are you apologizing, sweetheart? It's really late, you didn't have to wait for me, come on, let's get you on bed" he says as the girl blinks her big eyes, shaking off the sleep, her arms wrapping almost instinctively around his neck, as he picks you up bridal style, wrapped in the fluffy blanket and takes you towards the bedroom.

It didn't matter how many nights had passed, how many patrols there were, how many times he told her it was okay for her to go to sleep, and that she didn't need to wait for him.

The routine in the end was always the same, him finding her passed out on the couch, curled up in some uncomfortable position, and then carrying her back to the bedroom while she grumbled about how he didn't need to carry her, even though she made no sign of moving, and just curled up tighter into him.

And yet, night after night, she kept apologizing for doing something as silly as falling asleep while waiting for him to come, and as cute as he thought it was, it was starting to get tiring.

"Honey, you know you don't have to apologize every time you fall asleep, right? It's okay to sleep, besides, I love the routine of having to carry you to bed" He teases with a smile on his face that said everything that was hidden behind his gaze.

She curls up on the bed as she waits for him to finish taking off his gear, watching him take off his combat boots and heavy jacket.

"I don't know, I just feel bad, you already do so much for me, the least I could do was wait for you." She says with a look on her face that expressed how much she wished she could do more, how much she felt she needed to do more.

His head tilts slightly to the side as he lets out a tired sigh.

"The only thing I want from you is for you to rest, so you can be beautiful and happy the next day, and not look like a tired zombie, you know that's more like my thing." He teases, smiling mischievously, drawing a little laugh from her pretty lips, as the bed moves with the new added weight.

His arms go straight to her waist, as if there was a supernatural force pushing them towards her. They curl up comfortably around each other, his head tucked into the space between her neck and shoulder, leaving kisses that were anything, but innocent.

"Maybe I have to tire you up, so you finally stop being so stubborn and go to sleep," he jokes, smiling as he bites lightly her earlobe, making her let out a cute sound between a nervous laugh and the beginning of a moan.

"Jay, stop it, you're tired, let's go to sleep." She protests, moving in his arms as he warmly holds her in place.

"Nah, never too tired for you, love."

His voice sounds huskier as his open-mouthed kisses start to trail down her neck, causing nervous giggles. "You know, I think you should-" He begins as she let out little nervous laughs and giggles, he murmurs against her skin, causing goosebumps, an effect only he could cause on her. "...Wear that shirt more often, you look pretty in my clothes." He says with a naughty smile as he places kisses on the lap of her chest, the part that's not covered by her (his) shirt.

This was going to be a really long night, at least you got a good rest.

[rotagnus]

Messages From God & The Universe <3

happy wednesday babies! i hope all of you are doing well. here is a little pac with guidance for all of you. if you guys are wondering why i am posting so much, i have a lot of free time on my hands and am trying to grow my intuition and my faith. i hope you guys enjoy this reading!! much love <3

pile 1.

the signs have been pouring in for you, and this is your permission to take them into your heart. a lot of you are hesitant, and do not want to believe that what you've seen is a sign, specifically the sign that's been lingering in your thoughts more than most. i am hear to tell you that this is what you think it is. a lot of you also seem to feel like you're always watching the happiness go by due to your own morals...many of the people you know have been experiencing joys lately that you have not given yourself access to.

don't worry. God has a plan for you, the universe, whatever you hold belief in. a lot of you have been finding joys in putting all of yourself into activities...maybe over-training, studying too hard, et cetera. take a break. i know you don't want to focus on these things that have been bothering you, but you should. the answer is right there. you'll be glowing, soon. your happiness will return to you, and it'll be visible; your skin might clear up, you might look better, you know what i mean? i love you, the universe/God does, and i assure you that you can take a deep breath and trust, trust that you will be okay.

pile 2.

a lot of you have experienced a heartbreak recently. this will uplift you, and it is not a sign that God/the universe has left you. sometimes, when everything is breaking; it's a sign that it's all coming together. everything will clear up soon. sometimes, you are meant to go on a journey alone; but you are never alone. your ancestors, guardian angels, higher beings...they're all with you. things have been going out of your life for a reason; bad ones permanently, good ones temporarily. but you must not focus on those right now. uplift your heart. you're powerful because you have a strong sense of compassion and kindness. utilize that. understand that not everyone wants to hurt you.

there are a pair of eyes on you, watching you. be wary of people, and be observant. your power lies in your heart, in your ability to forgive others. with the two of hearts, here, this may signify a union between you and something else, or someone else. you are divinely protected, and you need to have more trust in what is going to happen. it'll happen to better you. the universe is telling me to tell you that it's got you covered, on its own timing. so relax. also, the sense of discomfort you have will be uplifted.

pile 3.

there is a sense of vagueness and mystery in your life. cycles are ending, and you've come out glowing and strong. you've been reborn into a burning phoenix. this change has been for the better; think of who you were, particularly in the winter of 2024, the early months (november, december). you were most likely miserable; if not, this pile isn't for you, darling. you were closed off emotionally and you lost so many parts of yourself you believed that soon you would be nothing but empty space.

God/the universe is telling you to open your heart up. you have so many wants...so many desires, but you feel as if you'll lose this new you if you even dare to open up again. you're sensitive, easily hurt, and with this new change, it's hard for you to navigate this path. you're a lamb. the most important advice here is to be able to open up, but follow your judgements with people. trust the little voice in your ear. be vulnerable, be you, but with the right people. discernment is crucial. you will be tested to see if you've learned; so be prepared. but this new cycle is good. you needed this new start.

[pantiesandpamperssissypart2]

"Just like that. Good boy. Don't move, okay? Hold that position. You know what happens if you disobey. Say it, don't just nod."

"Yes, teacher"

Not for the first time, Jack wondered if he'd fucked up beyond all belief. The answer, of course, was yes. And yet inside his filthy diaper his tiny cock was hard. But at what cost? Well, as he was soon to learn, at the cost of everything! That's all.

He was 53 and had always been straight and dated chicks but he'd also had a secret submissive side and he fantasized constantly--even while having sex with women--about diapers and spankings and humiliation at the hands of, gasp, men.

And then at his 35th reunion of all things, a story was told over beers and a lot of shit came rushing back as well as a plan that would lead to, well, him in a dirty, wet diaper, on his back, at his apartment door, legs up. It was his old hoops teammate Kirk who brought it up. Remember in gym class senior year. When Kirk stuffed old Timmy Jensen into his locker and the poor geek started bawling like a little baby? And wet his gym clothes! Fucking hilarious. Remember! They all did and they all then remembered what the gym teacher--a sadistic prick named Mr. Burns who was also the wrestling coach--did in response. He didn't punish the perpetrators of course. No, he punished the victim. He pulled the pants-wetting pansy out of the locker, sat him on the bench, told him to stay right fucking there--a teacher swearing!--and then went into his office, only to emerge with the biggest fucking diaper any of the students had ever seen. To their shock he ripped the pissy clothes of of Timmy and taped him into the goddamn diaper! He then pulled a pacifier out of his pocket--where did that come from?--and told Timmy he was ready for gym class.

Holy shit. And for 10 minutes he made Timmy participate in gym in just his diaper, sneakers and gym T-shirt. Bawling the whole time. "You cry and piss like a baby you'll be treated like one." Finally he let the nerd go down and put a new pair of shorts from storage on over his diaper but, well, the kid's life was ruined obviously. He actually never returned to school and somehow nothing happened to Mr. Burns. This was the '80s after all, weird shit happened.

Jack couldn't believe he'd blocked that whole episode out. Had that been what subconsciously sparked his submissive diaper desires about five years later? Could it have been?

He stewed on this for weeks. He still lived in his old hometown. Had a good job as sales manager of a local gas company. His folks still lived there. His current chick lived there. And...old Mr. Michael Burns still lived there, he confirmed. Old fuck was like 80 years old now but still had a house on Belgrade. His wife had died a decade earlier.

And so, after not cumming for a week to build up the courage, Jack wrote the most insane letter of his life and mailed it to his old gym teacher. Explaining that he loved the idea of being put into diapers by a guy. He wanted to be spanked. Berated. Humiliated. Taught a lesson. Humbled. And he mentioned the old incident with Timmy Jensen. Could Mr. Burns maybe help him with this? But please please please be discrete about this. Please! Fucking idiot.

He heard nothing for a week. Two weeks. Excruciating. What was the old asshole doing? Finally a call came. When they started talking Mr. Burns just started chuckling and said, "I knew all you basketball players were homos." Whoa. But he wasn't! He just, you know, liked different stuff. He told Jack to be home on Saturday at 10 a.m. and Mr. Burns would be over.

Saturday 10 a.m came and Jack opened the door to the still formidable former teacher, who looked like he could still kick anyone's ass, especially Jack's. He smirked when Jack stood there stupidly. Jack saw a big diaper bag over the coach's shoulder. Mr. Burns walked in and put the bag down and then told Jack to strip. He stood there naked for several minutes as the old bastard looked him up from head to toe. Jack flinched when Burns flicked his cock and when he inspected his ears and patted his ass. Then he grabbed him by the hair and gave Jack the first spanking of his adult life. Oh it hurt! Real tears there! Over Burns' lap, Jack could feel the old man harden. Cocks still work at 80 apparently. Once done, he got Jack on the floor, laid out like a sacrifice. He stuffed some surprise suppositories into the boy's pussy and then proceeded to pull out a giant diaper and tape Jack into it. He rubbed the front of it as Jack moaned. He produced a pacifier just like he'd done with Timmy Jensen. Then he pulled out a pair of old gym socks and white gym sneakers and laced them on, followed by an old high school gym sweatshirt. What a picture. Speaking of, Mr. Burns took many of them and then disappeared for awhile, telling Jack to stay seated.

Eventually the pussy pellets did their trick and Jack filled his Pampers and started crying. But the tears were only going to be beginning. See, Mr. Burns had invited Jack's elderly parents over. Along with his girlfriend. And one of his coworkers. Found them all on Jack's phone. They should all be coming soon and wouldn't that give them something to all talk about at the next school and family reunions.

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[hotguycomiczine]

hi! first, I loved reading the zine so much it's one of my favourite piece of fan content in this fandom, you guys did a wonderful job!

do you plan on selling a physical version? i know people have asked you that before (and the answer was "maybe") but since most those asks are from before the actual release, I was wondering if there's anything new on that

“Good day, dear reader! Hearing you like my journalism is pretty sweet, I'm not gonna lie— I'm flattered! Our goal is, as always, the pursuit of truth, and what better way to reveal it than by telling a gripping tale? Sure, there may have been a few embellishments here or there— but like a good friend of mine always says: ‘your actions matter, but what also matters is how you tell the story.’ That was an important lesson for me, so thanks for all the praise! It's nice to know there are readers out there appreciating all my efforts.

So, you wanna know about printing, do you? Sniffing around already for the next big scoop? Under normal circumstances, I'd try and slip you a clue, but I'm pretty sure these emails are being monitored… and the big guys upstairs don't exactly like it when I start giving away their secrets. Even Scott can't get away with that.

Still, as a token of gratitude for the kind words, I'll try and throw you a bone. Surely I can do that much. One eensy little question you ought to ask yourself:

Once you've been shown the truth, and read between the lines— what comes next?

Nice chatting with you, dear reader, and don't you worry… everything will make sense soon; that's a Pearl Moon guarantee!”

(p.s. oh, and a bit of advice: a good reporter always triple checks their answers! ;) )

[arcadia-of-pluto]

LADS! Idol Group AU — Y/n

(Banner Art — @/AngyeFdez on X)

Before I officially start on the drabbles/prelude, I just wanted to present the Y/n's for this drabble series! There's going to be six in total, one for each love internet and then one for the polycule.

For poly Y/n, the others will have a purely friendship-type of relationship while in the solo ones, poly! Y/n will be a normal manager and, often times, middle-man for their relationships.

I haven't completely fleshed them out just yet, but I thought I might as well post what I have so far and gauge how y'all feel about it!

I'll also reiterate here the nicknames for each Y/n;

Zayne's Y/n — Petal

Sylus's Y/n — Kitten

Caleb's Y/n — Pipsqueak

Rafayel's Y/n — Cutie

Xavier's Y/n — Starlight

Manager Y/n — Grey

(If I'm honest, Grey came from an old bts fic I read where Y/n was referred to as that instead of Y/n. I couldn't think of a better "name" and I just wanted to let that be known!)

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Zayne's Y/n

Y/n has been with her group since she was 15. From trainee to debut. She was always the poorest of the four, the butt of the joke, but she tried her best to get along with the other three girls. She was the youngest, so she was already at a disadvantage, but she wanted to prove to them and the higher-ups that she was a good addition to the group. However, the group wasn't gaining enough publicity and so her manager decided they needed to have one of the girls act out to get eyes on them.

To be the ‘Wildcard’ and have more people talking about them, and that role was unsurprisingly given to Y/n. At first, Y/n wasn't aware of this. She'd be confused and panicked whenever tabloids would post about her having a “night out” with another guy when she was just hanging out with one of her cousins. Or when she had a class reunion and was photographed leaving the bar with her friends. But eventually, the team sat down with her and explained everything. Because she was being portrayed as a “problem child”, the group was becoming more popular.

People were keeping an eye out on the group for her, to see what she'd get herself into next. Y/n didn't want to ruin her image to put her other bandmates up on a pedestal, but what else could she do? (Her group could be called BILY – Because I Love You). 

Anyway, idol x idol and maybe her manager decides to take it up to the next level and tells her to get close with someone from the most popular idol group at the moment, which is LADS. She only listens to her manager, because maybe someone at UNICORNS INC could help her become a soloist, she can't stay with her group any longer because it's absolutely ruining her image. Every single video, it's “she has such a good voice, it's a shame she acts the way she does”, “if she wasn't such a good dancer, she would've been kicked from the group”, “what's all the hype anyways? She's not even that good looking”, “BILY deserves better! #Y/nleavethegroup”. (It's the best idea I have right now.)

She'll be 19 when LADS is first formed (while Zayne is 22) and when the official drabbles begin, she'll be 24 while Zayne is 27.

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Sylus's Y/n

I'm not sure why, but I want his Y/n to be a stripper turned actress. Like she's always had big dreams, but she's doing what she can to make money so she first meets Sylus at the N109 Zone while she's a waitress and a stripper and he's a rapper in Onychinus. As he works his way up through the ranks of Onychinus, she's by his side every step of the way. They're not exactly friends, but they're not strangers either. Right before Sylus leaves to pitch his idea to UNICORNS INC, he tells Y/n about his plans and she encourages him.

She even hits his shoulder with a smile and says, “When you make it big, don't forget about me, y'know?” And while he's off training with his new group, she also gets scouted, but for a completely different industry. Acting.

So his Y/n is basically just actress x idol

I know this one has significantly less writing, but it was the easiest to explain. The other Y/ns, including this one, will be of similar age to their love interest until we get to poly! Y/n whose age will be more in the middle.

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Caleb's Y/n

For this au, Caleb and Y/n won't be step siblings, because outside of the games, I can't justify pseudo-incest. (I have a step brother and don't wanna screw him — my sister, on the other hand, did 🕴 /srs)

Instead, Caleb was taken in by Y/n's grandma, Josephine. Josephine didn't really want to take Caleb, but Y/n insisted. Josephine worked at an Orphanage, that's how she adopted Y/n, and whenever Y/n sae Caleb, noticed how quiet and distant he was compared to the other children, she couldn’t help but be reminded of herself. So an 11-year old Y/n begged Josephine to take in the 13-year old Caleb. Josephine didn’t even have to adopt him! She could just be his guardian. After she took him in, Y/n grew close with Caleb, learnt his story about how he was separated from his parents, and dove into research and news articles to find his parents. She found nothing.

Besides their last name Xia.

So Caleb continued to live with them, even getting a part time job during school since Josephine paid more attention to Y/n. She didn't even give Caleb an allowance, but Y/n didn't know this. Even when he graduated college, Y/n was the only one there for him. (He went straight to college after highschool graduation at 18 and graduated college at 19. He was volunteering at a local air base to get a feel for if he wanted to work there, shadowing employees throughout college, and eventually he got to flying.

So he technically has two years of experience whenever he gets into his accident at 20.

Again, Y/n was the only one to show up at the hospital for him. (So childhood friends to lovers, but also she's the one who tells the agents, Tara, Jenna, and Simone, about Caleb and to scout him.) 

But also slowly becoming a Josephine disliker. Put her in an old folks home and be done with it 😭

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Rafayel's Y/n

Rafayel's Y/n will be a fan. But she's actually been a fan since his old Tidus days, whenever he revealed his very first artwork (which she immediately bought once he sold it). She's on the richer side of life. She's always gotten what she wants, but she knows the struggles of the lower class.

Her and her mother used to be dirt poor, always scraping by for their next meal, but when Y/n turned 11, there was someone at their doorstep. An agent from UNICORNS INC. They were looking for one Miss “M/n” and it appears your father, who you never knew at this point, had been looking for your mother this whole time.

Your father was elated to learn he had a successor to his company, but also a daughter. A sweet child that he could spoil and now he has his beloved wife back.

Y/n saw Rafayel's first work at 16 (he was 17) and knew she had to have it, but it wasn't for sale. Not until two years later, when Rafayel (Tidus) was more famous, did he sell it. So at 18 (him 19), she was in a huge bid war until she finally won the painting. She has it hung up in her apartment. Then, a few months later, Rafayel dropped from the public eye. (He was doing this idol training with the others, this training went on for a few months before they went to the public to reveal their group).

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Xavier's Y/n

What if his Y/n was someone he had a crush on in college, they slept together at a party when they were drunk (they both remember) and she got pregnant? 🤔 So they'll be parents at 18/19 and when Xavier is 23, the baby would be around 4 years old. Okay, okay.

The two had a mutual crush on each other during college, but neither ever reached out. They were mostly acquaintances, working together on projects and one-sidedly fighting for the top ranked student. Y/n was trying to be number 1, always falling short, and Xavier wasn't even trying. He would usually not nap in classes she was in, but a few weeks after the party, she dropped out. So Xavier lost his motivation to stay up in his classes and that's what led to him being kicked out of college.

Y/n dropped out because she was embarrassed. Her and Xavier weren't dating, she had a crush on him, and now she's pregnant. She's downright mortified. She can't tell him that he's suddenly going to be a father because what if he just says he doesn't care or that he wants nothing to do with her? She's too nervous and anxious of his reaction to even be around him, so she left college and got a job at Linkon's local bookstore. She practices writing while pregnant and after she gives birth, she publishes her first book.

By the time her and Xavier are both 23, she's a best selling author and a mother to a lovely 4 year old daughter named Margot (child of the light). So his Y/n will be one night stand/single parent?

Don't ask why my mind jumped to college pregnancy, hidden baby type stuff for Xavier, but I am extremely attached to Margot

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Poly! Y/n

In the non-poly drabbles, Grey / Y/n will just be their manager. She'll be helping them with their relationships and being completely professional.

In the poly drabbles, Grey / Y/n will also be their manager, but they'll be trying to win her heart. They all know they like her and they're trying to get her to realize it.

The other Y/n's will be present, but Pipsqueak will just be Caleb's childhood friend who called in a favour to get him scouted, Petal will be the troublesome member of BILY who comes to them for help, Cutie will be a rich fan who helps them out with money troubles and the face behind their social media account, Starlight will still have Margot but her and Xavier's college crushes have since went away and they're close friends (Margot comes over to play with Grey and Xavier, and Grey loves it. She would sit there with a smile and say, “I can't wait to have ours…” And “Margo can be their big sister.”) And Kitten will be Sylus's actress friend who helps Rafayel dip his toes into the acting business and is close friends with Grey.

Since Grey's mother was a stripper who worked at the N109 Zone and slept with her clients, which led to her getting pregnant. Grey's mother ditched her and so she was raised by the strippers of the N109 Zone (similar to MaoMao from Apothecary diaries being raised by the sex workers).

[rwshfordgirl]

KENAN YILDIZ IS YOUR FIANCÉ?

where her students discover that kenan is her fiancé

pairing: kenan yildiz x teacher reader!

a/n: i want to thank 🪐 anon, you helped me improve this story haha but a few years ago i wrote a story similar to this one with ben chilwell, but those were pandemic times :/ unfortunately i no longer have the original post, but rewriting it was really cool.

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The mayor decided to hold classes remotely for a day due to an event that would leave the streets of Turin busy. You don't mind teaching and being at home, and the children wouldn't mind changing for one day either, in fact they are curious. When they received the news that they would have online classes, they shared loud and clear that they wanted to see what your house was like.

"I'll only show you my house if you show yours."

You made your 9 year old students laugh.

The office on the third floor of your house was made for events like this. In fact, you teach Italian classes remotely to people from all over the world. However, a leak must leave the space closed. And today, you will have to teach on the kitchen counter.

"Kenan, love. It'll take me an hour in the kitchen, if you need anything, text me."

Your fiancé appeared in the room, he seemed to be looking for something.

"It's okay, I won't bother you."

Yildiz gave you a kiss on the cheek after grabbing a drink from the fridge and going up to his room, he intended to make the most of his day off from training. Since he couldn't stay with you, he decided to watch whatever was on TV.

"Signora, your kitchen is very beautiful." Your student's high-pitched voice was the first thing you heard when you entered the virtual classroom.

"Thank you, Amelia." You smiled at the screen. "I'm glad to see you guys with the camera on, I thought you guys would be embarrassed."

"You said you would only show us your house if we showed us ours."

"You guys really took this seriously." You chuckled subtly. "But come on, we have to start studying."

You heard countless sounds of children snorting, which made you laugh out loud. They turned on the microphone just to do that.

"You guys are very lazy. But don't worry, we're just going to practice what we saw in class yesterday."

Out of the corner of your eye you quickly saw a figure pass by. Which made you jump back slightly. It was Kenan, he looked at you with an awkward smile.

"I forgot my cell phone." He whispered, but not quietly enough.

"How is there with you, Signora?"

His gaze was divided between the computer screen and Kenan smiling embarrassedly, knowing he couldn't be there.

"Stop taking care of your teacher's life."

Someone who shared the same room as one of the children, screamed.

"Oh my God." Your student said as he kept his eyes peeled for Kenan's figure passing behind you trying not to be seen, "Kenan Yildiz. Do you live with Kenan Yildiz?"

The children began to talk together, some wondering who Kenan was and others almost crying.

You turned your head back a little to look at Kenan. "Sorry." He mumbled.

You gave the Turkish man a reassuring smile. "It's okay."

Not enough reason to be mad at Yildiz. You knew that the kids would find out sooner or later that Kenan was your fiancé. In fact, you don't know how they didn't find out before, your photos wearing the Juve jersey at the stadium on match days appear on several gossip portals.

You reached out to gently pull Yildiz by the sleeve of the long shirt he was wearing. Seeing the children's reaction to seeing him up close made you laugh out loud, again.

"I want you to meet someone very special to me." You saw Kenan's cheeks flush "My fiancé."

"I can't believe my favorite teacher is engaged to my favorite player."

"Kenan please, come visit us at school."

Like you, Kenan laughed at their reaction. What’s more, he felt proud knowing that the children felt so much affection for you. Seeing you becoming a teacher, as you always dreamed of, makes Yildiz feel happy.

"I'll visit you only if you pay attention in class today, okay?"

Total silence. The children just nodded.

"Great. I'll leave you guys alone now." He walked away smiling and waving at the computer camera. "Love you, good job." You read his lips and blew a kiss in his direction.

Your students were in awe, you laughed at their reaction after Yildiz's cameo. They couldn't believe.

"I can't believe my teacher is Kenan Yildiz's fiancée."

The days passed, and they couldn't get Kenan out of their heads. You even tried to get Kenan to come to a cultural event that was going to be held at the school, but the busy schedule didn't allow them to go.

But Kenan was eager to meet the school, the staff, and the kids. After all, you always speak so highly of them. Why wouldn't he enjoy meeting the people you like?

And it was on a random Thursday that he decided to pick you up at the school where you teach. Kenan arrived a few seconds before the bell rang and the children were released. He was outside the car, leaning on the side of the vehicle and smiling as he watched you say goodbye to the students.

"Miss, your fiancé is here." One of the girls warned you and you saw him waving as you looked up.

The children crowded around you. "Call him to come here, please." The sly voice made you smile and do as asked.

Yildiz was happy when he saw you waving, calling him to come in. And he promptly followed towards you.

He was hugged by several children, even those who weren't even his students. He looked at you with a smile that took up almost his entire face.

"They were waiting for this moment anxiously."

"I imagine, I promised them I would come."

[multicohn]

summary: isack being a supportive boyfriend to his girlfriend during the olympics

warnings: just a short little thing for now ( shout out to all my isack lovers btw ). drivers being jokingly mean, thought i'd put it in just in case. this is based back in 2024 after spa :)

pairing: fem! skateboarder! reader x isack hadjar

genre: smau, fluff, established relationship

face claim: no one in particular. i got most of the photos off pinterest and just picked them at random ( i don’t know who the skater is in the last pics, but the blurred photo is of the medal winners )

author note: this was going to be a gabi oneshot, but i changed it at the last minute

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isackhadjar: great way to start the break! now time to go support my y/n at home <3

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user: good job isack!

paularon_: i let you win btw

| isackhadjar: yeah okay

user: cuties

camposracing: enjoy your break champ 👊 hoping y/n wins 🙏

| youruser: thanks admin 💖

user: what does she compete in?

| youruser: skateboarding!

| user: oh... which one are you in?

| youruser: park, so it'll be on august 6th if you wanna watch :)

youruser: reporting for hab duties lol

| isackhadjar: always 🫡

| paularon_: i’m going to be sick

| isackhadjar: die

| user: LMAO

pepemartiofficial: can i wear her medal if she wins?

| isackhadjar: wdym if…

| pepemartiofficial: 🙄 *when

| isackhadjar: good. don't do it again

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user: don’t break him we need him

paularon_: yes… do it so so i can win

| youruser: you haven’t even been on the top podium yet, sit down.

| paularon: hope you lose in the first round

| youruser: 🖕

sami_meguetounif: please tell me he fell

| youruser: he slipped off and the board hit him in the ankle

| sami_meguetounif: LOL DID YOU RECORD IT

| youruser: IM NOT GIVING IT TO YOU

| sami_meguetounif: BOOO 🍅🍅🍅

camposracing: please don’t injure him. he’s got a championship fight going on

| youruser: I KNOW THAT HE WAS FINE

| camposracing: 😐

| youruser: it was just a bit of pain… BUT NOTHING IS BROKEN OR BRUISED OR EVEN SCRATCHED

| camposracing: 😑

| youruser: attitude

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olliebearman: okay gollum

| youruser: i’m going to doxx you

user: i’m new here. wtf do you mean isack is dating someone in the olympics

| user: they started dating towards the start of the year. there was a skateboarding comp going on in the same place as a race and he went to see with some of the other guys

| youruser: i will also like to state that i did rizz him up first

| gabirelbortoleto_: and ignored all of us at the same time

| youruser: i was NOT 🙅‍♀️ letting a man THAT cute WITH big brown eyes leave without getting his number first

| isackhadjar: ☺️

| gabirelbortoleto_: WE ALL HAD BROWN EYES WTH AREBYOU TALKING ABOUT

| youruser: his are special

| gabirelbortoleto_: im going to block you both

user: was he allowed in the village?

| youruser: NO I WAS SO UPSET

| youruser: but the beds were basically made of cupboard so i saved him back pain 🫶

| camposracing: thank you

kimi.antonelli: still offended that i didn’t get an invie

| isackhadjar: you don’t deserve one

| kimi.antonelli: UNPROVOKED????

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user: we love a supportive bf

gabirelbortoleto_: be honest, did you throw up?

| isackhadjar: yes

| gabirelbortoleto_: you aren’t even competing

| isackhadjar: and here i thought you were being supportive. watch out in monza

user: love when drivers became wags

| isackhadjar: it’s a hab.

| user: my bad king 🙏

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isackhadjar: SHE DID IT ❤️❤️

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user: HOLY SHI

user: i was watching and they put the camera on isack — he was crying SO BAD

user: she ate that

user: absolutely unreal to witness her skate

sami_meguetounif: congrats to y/n and everything... why do you look tall in the last photo

| pepemartiofficial: i thought i was the only one!

| isackhadjar: one day is all i ask for

formula2: WOOHOO WELL DONE Y/N

camposracing: an olympic gold medalist will be in our garage...

| camposracing: someone hold me

jakcrawford: damn you better win the championship now

| isackhadjar: working on it…

| gabirelbortoleto_: 🧍

| paularon_: 🧍

| zane.maloney: 🧍

| isackhadjar: GO AWAY

youruser: i love you so much 🥹🥹💙

| isackhadjar: you constantly have me in awe, i love you baby, well done 💙

| olliebearman: barf

| isackhadjar: WHY ARE YOUS DOING THIS TO ME LEAVE

kimi.antonelli: congrats y/n! ( why didn’t you invite me )

| isackhadjar: stay mad

| kimi.antonelli: ⁉️

[petr1kov]

hey, guys. as some of you may remember, i've asked for help to afford my dog's treatment about a month ago, believing he had a bacterial infection on his mouth. unfortunately, that turned out to be a misdiagnosis, which we found out due to several exams we had to take in preparation for the procedure (an ultrasound, which led to some appointments with an oncologist, a cytology and, finally, a PARR test). these results took way too long to come back, which made for a pretty stressful month, but now we know for sure: freddy has cancer, most likely a b-cell immunophenotype lymphoma.

now, i'm going to take him back to see the oncologist as soon as possible, and the next step will be to start chemotherapy (though what type, i still don't know). he's otherwise still well and acting like himself, and from what i've been told, he could have over a year of survival, if all goes well. knowing he's on limited time breaks my heart, but i just want to him to be alright while he can.

so if you're able, i'd really appreciate a donation to help me out on this, or just sharing this post. i heard chemo is around 300 per month, at least, and i'm trying to adjust to that new expense, but it will be difficult, especially at the start (right now, i just have enough to afford his oncologist, not the treatment itself), and we do need to start it soon, for his benefit. thank you 🩷

[tinartss]

psst do u have any more haikaveh fic recs? i read all the ones in your last fic rec post and loved them all ^_^

hello anon i've had this ask marinating in my inbox for months because i wanted to gather enough material to put together a longer list but even though i don't have a ton i figured it's been long enough 😭 i'm happy to hear you enjoyed the last recs! i looked back through the first list and it's truly filled with classics

without further ado here are 10 fics i've read in the past few months that altered my brain chemistry

notes:

most if not all are sfw but check tags before reading👍

organized in no particular order apologies i was lazy this time

was gonna add little comments to each but i’m now realizing that would take up a huge amt of space so. just know that all of these changed the trajectory of my life. thank u fic authors for all u do🫶

matters of the heart by luminvies (T, 11k)

“The art of tarot can be difficult to process, I know,” Al-Haitham says, nodding. “You just have to accept it.” “STOP SAYING THAT,” Kaveh says. Al-Haitham picks a random card from his pile of cards and flips it over to reveal a Genius Invokation HP food card of tandoori roast chicken. “This is going to be your dinner.” “WHY DO YOU KNOW MY DOORDASH ORDER,” Kaveh yells, typing furiously into his phone and brandishing the app in Al-Haitham’s face. “I PLACED THE ORDER RIGHT BEFORE I WALKED THROUGH YOUR DOOR.”

Al-Haitham is a tarot card reader. Kaveh is skeptical.

Tempt Me Away (But I'll Always Be Yours) by snowytuesdays (T, 31k)

"Senior Kaveh! You're early today." "Of course, I was the one who asked to meet, how could I be late?" Kaveh said, a smile automatically forming on his own face. "I don't know, perhaps you got distracted by another fraudster, asking 'Oh Lord Kaveh, will you build me a house'?" "It was that one time," Kaveh said, his cheeks burning slightly. "You just happened to find me at a bad moment." "Certainly, certainly," the scholar said, mirth in his eyes, “How could anyone possibly fool the great Light of Kshahrewar?”

HE'S TAKEN by heartslogos (T, 22.5k)

There's a visiting scholar following Kaveh around, all smiles and sunshine, and Kaveh finds himself torn between his lingering unrequited feelings for a certain someone and this bold newcomer. But Kaveh starts to realise something strange- Alhaitham never appears at the same time as the other guy. Now, as Dehya takes a minute to compose herself and come to terms with the fact that all of this has actually just happened, Dehya turns to look at Al-Haitham and Cyno, reading the absolute resignation on their faces. "Alright, how does she know you're an incredibly athletic swordsman? For all she knows those muscles could be for show. What did you do, do a full work out routine in front of her? Help take down another corrupt regime?" Dehya asks as soon as she's entirely sure that the reporter has been wrestled out of earshot. (Meanwhile, everyone else present has scattered or attempted to erase their presence to become inanimate fixtures in the background.) And then, because this is way more important than that little detail, she continues, "Wow. Damn. I never thought I'd say this, but that reporter is way too into you to be healthy. There's no way you're that hot."

revelation of the silent sands by levvli (G, 2.2k)

Sethos' new family warns him that Alhaitham and Kaveh can't stand each other. He isn't so sure. Written for the Haikavetham Gotcha for Gaza!

a cat's life comes just once by cherotonin (T, 8.4k)

The thing on the floor makes a sound at him. The sound goes something like, Meow. Kaveh had already been recognized as a genius by the time he was learning nursery rhymes, so he is of course very well-acquainted with the sounds and transliterations thereof made by various common animals. In fact, his recall speed for these associations is likely significantly above average. This is why he recognizes so rapidly and adeptly that there is a fucking cat on his floor even though he does not and has never owned a cat. “Meow,” says the cat again. “Yes, I know,” Kaveh says irritably, and then immediately feels bad about it. “I mean.” He clears his throat. “Meow, as well.”

Al-Haitham seizes an opportunity to conduct an unusual experiment regarding Kaveh's usual patterns of behavior. To maximize the integrity of his results, he does not inform the subject of his observations about the study parameters.

Or, Al-Haitham cashes in some vacation days while in cat form, and Kaveh adopts an eccentric stray in his roommate's absence.

the deepest secret by heartslogos (M, 52k)

When Kaveh opens his eyes a field of hills sprawls out before him, onward and onwards. A grass sea with waves of hills, dotted in orange and yellow and purple. Kaveh turns his eyes towards the sky and can only imagine what sunrise or sunset must look like from here. Without knowing it, Kaveh is walking out into the grass, barefoot with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the front laces undone and his hair already messy from just waking up and when he breathes in he chokes, he chokes because as the cool grass sea air dances with him laughter blooms in his lungs and he spreads his arms wide like he could scoop it all up into himself. Like he could find the room for it. Maybe he does. Maybe he can. Who knows? The wonderful thing that Kaveh has discovered about having no memories is that he has no limits. He doesn't remember them. He can be anything. He can be a grass sea. He can be an infinite sunrise. He can be beautiful. The Howl's Moving Castle fusion that I, specifically, asked myself for.

Changes of State by GoWingOvaBored (E, 152k)

“I’ve designed many buildings in my career,” Kaveh begins, the attention of every single person in the crowd fixed on him. “Most of which have been extravagant pieces made to stand tall in our city and glitter.” Kaveh glances down at what must be some notes on the podium, pausing before he looks back up, shining in the bright lights of the stage. “But in recent years, I must admit that my focus has shifted.” Alhaitham leans forward, watching, hoping for something he can't quite admit. Not when the truth is that he’s never known how to say that he is hungry without fear that people will see the truth that he is starving.

Or, a year after the events of the Interdarshan Championship, Alhaitham finally retires

I've connected the dots (What dots? This is sudoku?) by heartslogos (T, 35k)

In which the entirety of Sumeru gets stuck on reading into something that just isn't there.

The Stars Shine Brighter in Your Eyes (but I'll never admit it) by SynapticCryokinetic (G, 32.8k)

Alhaitham has one last job as the Acting Grand Sage of Sumeru - to rescue Sumeru from another potential age of digital slavery. Kaveh was roped in amidst loud wails about his safety and agreed to help Alhaitham in exchange for never having to pay rent again. Features slightly cocky Alhaitham who is romantically oblivious and goofball Kaveh who is equally romantically hopeless.

your fragrance like an accolade by alcazary (T, 16.5k)

"I'm me. I promise, I'm me. You don't like soup— you rail at me whenever I make it because you can't eat it when you read your books. You smile at me whenever I fix your headphones for you, whenever I put a peach candy in your mouth. Alhaitham," it sounds like Kaveh's begging. He should never beg. Not when Alhaitham is going to kill him. He's not—

or: alhaitham gets kidnapped

sorry it's so short this time! it's been taking me longer to finish fics recently since i've been listening to them instead (using microsoft edge's built-in tts, would recommend!) but i hope you find something you like regardless🫡 i have a huge backlog of wonderful fics that i need to read so i shall get cracking on those and report back with more recs soon.....in the meantime if you stumble upon any life changing fics yourself please do share in the comments or tags TY🙏

[ranneondeeznuts]

Imagine a Yandere! Idol who sings every song based on you.

𖹭 You met Ivys when you two were 8. It was the cliché childhood bff trope.

𖹭You guys were stuck to the hip since his mom was your mom's boss and they were actually pretty good friends. You two hung out a lot. Well, often because you were forced to as Ivys was quite clingy, and when meeting up, he'll kind of force you by his side. You were used to it anyway.

𖹭Growing up, Ivys was like, your only friend, Well, true friend, actually. He was a handsome young fella and you were just… Well. You. He was popular and talented. And you were just a little fly around him (Well, according to your classmates)

𖹭Whenever Ivys was absent, the others will put down their masks and start insulting you, claiming that Ivys would just throw you away when he'll get bored of you.

𖹭It got so bad, that you started getting uncomfortable around him, trying to push away the haunting words of those stupid bullies.

𖹭But, no matter what you did, he won't budge. He's in every corner, no matter where you go and it's sort of creepy. But, you think he's just being nice, right? I mean, if he avoided you, you'd probably still try to catch up to him, right?

𖹭Thankfully, when you're with him, no one will disturb you, He liked everything that you like and you didn't really hide anything from him. You gave him your interests, and one of them was to be an idol (Just pretend guys)

𖹭You were saddened when during fourth year high school, he left because his family had a new country to continue his business. But, it was how life went. So, you needed to move on.

𖹭You expected the bullying to continue, but it stopped. Even after he moved out.

𖹭Ivys loves you. He always did. Even after he moved away (He punched the glass of his mirror and wall when he found out he was moving away)

𖹭He was considered the perfect boy. Handsome, talented, and smart. But, of course, not everyone is perfect.

𖹭He always knew about the bullying. He always knew about your insecurities. He always knew your interests. And those were idols.

𖹭He silently thanks the bullies because he could comfort you and wrap you to his side tightly. Sure, you were being quite stubborn because you feared the bullies, but don't worry, sweety. He'll chase them out. (He doesn't need to cuz a single glare will let them run away)

𖹭He knows your likes, dislikes, hobbies, and every little thing you do! Like, chewing on your pen to focus, squeezing your pillows to make them more comfy, and swaying around when you get bored. Oh, so so cute!

𖹭And he knows your current fixation on idols. Its so cute when you chatter about them, saying how they're so handsome, have pretty voices, and nice dance moves (Hm? No, he's definitely not planning for their demise)

𖹭So, when he moved away, he immediately sought your attention. Even if you aren't together. So, he's following his dream. Technically, no, but it's what you want! To be an idol.

𖹭Imagine a few years later, you're staying at your cheap apartment, eating some lame-ass ramen noodles. It was your average Saturday until the show you were watching had an ad. You sighed and tried to click the skip button. But your hand froze when it flashed a familiar name.

"Ivys Yveonne!"

𖹭You almost choked into your noodles. "What the fuck." she stared at the screen. He looked handsome as always. But way more handsome now. Then, it showed his concert address and ticket cost. It was happening in your town! And the ticket was only 300 dollars!

𖹭You wanted to see him again. Not in an obsessive way, but in an "I miss you" kind of way. It's been 8 years now and this was a good opportunity.

𖹭Little did you know that he planned all of this.

𖹭Ivys was shaking in excitement. He planned all of this. He easily got into the agency, got famous, and ordered some agents to track where you were. He literally didn't have to wait because, after a week, you were located.

𖹭He immediately scheduled a concert in a week (By blackmailing his managers) and already made the list of  all the songs he was gonna sing. (Love songs)

𖹭Nah, it isn't particularly love songs. You know those Japanese songs that sound innocent and have a catchy beat but in reality, it's about suicide and cannibalism? Yeah. But in his case, its about him wanting to sleep with you, keep you in his basement, marrying you (Forcefully)

𖹭Imagine his excitement when he sees you in the crowd. His non-existent is basically wagging in a hundred miles an hour. And when you ask his managers if he did good, they will all say the same thing. He sang like it was the end of the world.

𖹭You had a free VIP seat (Somehow), and you were amazed. He was majestic even. The lights shining his white hair and his yellow eyes looked like golden jewels. His movements were swift yet smooth, like a river.

𖹭You were cheering your heart out, supporting your friend, but you were afraid he already forgot about you. Well, he probably already did. You were just your average overworked business girl, stuck in an office with paper work.

𖹭He was looking at you. He noticed you the moment you entered. Of course, he had to keep his eyes to the crowd, knowing he'll get a scolding if he doesn't.

𖹭When the concert was over, you wanted to go up to him and hug him, but of course, you can't, too afraid to get rejected and let the body guards get you.

𖹭But, when you were just about to go to the exit, you were blocked by large bodyguards, "Please come with us," they said. Without waiting for your answer, they immediately took a hold of you and dragged you to the back stage, despite your protests.

𖹭You were scared for your life. Were you about to die?! Did you do something?! But, you were seated on a chair, as the bodyguards went back to guarding the entrances.

𖹭You looked around, frightened. Just as you were about to ask and probably scream, a pair of familiar yellow eyes was in your sight, the same white fluffy hair that you have missed so dearly.

"Hello, love." 𖹭

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hi nalyra!

Regarding your latest post about going into the tags, I've been having a similar experience to be honest, especially lately. Definitive factors are the lack of news and s01 and s02 leaving us for 4+ years with this "tale". So much so that I've been actually starting to take it as face value too. Because really what does one have to say otherwise? Hints? Hints are not canon yet so they can't count as proof -also we don't know how they are going to be used.

Promised revisits? Yeah we saw those in season 2 and they definitely did not help change the tale. Contradicting promises and half truths from cast? It's not enough to rely on. The responses are often more about how the actors interpret their characters motivations not what the writers actually write and how they see the characters.

I really don't wish to be negative but I think it's equally possible that season 3 will infact not turn everything onto its head and this is largely based on the creative decisions taken so far. So many relationship dynamics were changed to their core eg. Armand-Louis.Core events altered completely, murder scene, trial scene etc.

And may I just add here a comment about rolin and not everyone has to agree this is just my impression, but listen to the way he talks.

Nickistat is a "super emo relationship", lestat is always described with epithets like "messy" "volatile", the world "sexy" was used a lot. Emphasis is given on how this is the Monster Vampire Show where everyone is equal in monstrosity because that's how monsters monster.

I really don't mean to dump all over anyone's dreams here but when people speak they show you who they are and what their intentions are. How hannah reacted to the 1x5? That's who she is and what she believes and what she writes stems from this.

When they spoke of the 1x5 revisit they were speaking like they somehow altered the whole series and its trajectory when infact no? The scene interpretation and its fall out stays exactly the same. Has stayed the same for the audience!

In no interview did they mention about setting up how lestat functions as the hero in the VC universe, not because to use a quote "this guy is a mess" but of how horrible things keep happening to him (some based on his bad decisions but others not) and he keeps going some times with existential angst others with a joie de vivre.

They did not mention or give emphasis on how the core of iwtv was parental grief, and how it WAS supposed to be about claudia.

We cannot expect season 3 to magically alter all of That. The edited tale very likely will never change but instead "added upon" let's say with some revisits and clarifications.

As of right now 90% of the Fandom is confused and to that i say it's not because all the pieces are missing its because the pieces don't match.

The writers intentions vs the actual book arcs and characters don't match right now there is a dissonance.

I apologize for the offensively long post, of course anyone can feel free to disagree I love hearing how other iwtv fans are experiencing the series and fandom and their thoughts on the future season(s).

And massive thanks to you Nalyra for providing this space that is much needed!!

You're welcome.

I mean... I do think the revisits helped to change the tale? And massively so, because the "sales man" comment alone made it clear that there had been whole memories implanted.

Should have made it clear, I need to say though I guess, because that for example is what I meant.

People... don't take the mental step back to evaluate the tale they were told. They "waited" for the big revisits to change everything they had been shown.

And what the show did instead - was change key scenes... and it expected everyone to be able to follow.

To re-evaluate why Lestat in 1x05 did not have blood on his face outside or in the sky... but was shown in the revisit to have had blood all over - for example. Because it's an implanted memory!!! The hair styles also indicate that, I have talked about that at length before.

What really happened out there is up to interpretation right now, and I do think it has to do with the arc they try to do that Sam hinted at.

But this way of revealing things... and expecting people to have the mental capacity to reevaluate the whole show after the fact... THAT is what did not work.

At least for some.

Because I have seen enough fan reactions to know that it did NOT in fact stay the same for the whole audience.

I do not expect s3 to give us many more explicit revisits. I do expect a revisit to "murder night" because the words in Claudia's diary do not match and the revisit was hinted at before.

But Lestat did not go and contradict everything Louis said in his book - some, yes, but not everything?? - so why would s3 do that.

No the show is not the books, and yet it is.

It is an adaptation.

I do not like all of the choices... but what I do get is what they intended with the revisits and how these few key scenes do, in fact, actually do change the whole tale.

Go on, nonny, do a rewatch.

Look at Lestat's hair in Louis' memory, and notice the hair in what turned out to be a wrong memory... notice what Louis could not have known, but told of, and then... re-evaluate.

Because that is what this show wanted us to do with the revisits :)

Because it's all in there already... and THAT - as much as it frustrates me, given parts of the fandom not understanding it 😅 - is quite ingenious.

[qwerty019283ytrewq]

Okay, bachelor au, since no one wrote this.

It's just a thought, send it to those who know how to write, we need it!!!

Of course it's Maxiel.

✨️Imagine ✨️

The BACHELOR

I F!#%&$g found it!!!

🌹Max gets on the show for strange and funny reasons (let his sister record him, he resists for a long time, but then for some reason goes to the set).

🌹Perhaps the candidates don't know who will be the bachelor, or only Max doesn't know.

🌹The first test.

The candidates must complete it, only after that they will get to know the bachelor.

This is the bachelor's introduction to the candidates. Daniel comes up with a test. He loves photography and backpacking. You know what's going to happen next...

Candidates must walk along a picturesque and rather difficult hiking trail (everything takes place in Italy) and make their portfolio of 10 polaroid photos. They have only one reserve photo. Everyone thinks that these are their photos against the background of beautiful views. Some people think it's just a photo of nature.

Max is going to sabotage all the trials, therefore... Each photo is one of his fingers against the background of a tree, sky, mountain, and so on. In the eleventh photo, his face is stupid surprised (the picture was taken at the moment when he picked up the camera).

*Daniel laughs at the camera while looking at the photos.

"Okay, all ten of them. I hope his legs are okay too."

Perhaps the eleventh (or first) photo is missing from the folder.*

🌹Acquaintance.

All the candidates are standing on a strange stage. Max hates it all. It feels like a manicure in a shop window. He's already fighting with makeup artists and stylists. He ignored the outfit that was prepared for him and just put on a white T-shirt and skinny jeans. He still suffers from the fact that his cap was taken away from him, and styling gel was applied to his hair.

Daniel appears.

* "Oh my God." Max speaks rather quietly, but at the same time loudly.

"Just Daniel."

(yes, it's hackneyed, but damn good)*

🌹Max is a blogger and an IT specialist. He streams iRacing and other games, and enjoys Formula 1. It's only after meeting the bachelor that he realizes why the interviewer was smiling so much at the his first interview.

Max actually knows who Daniel Ricciardo is. He knows everything about Daniel's career. Maybe he has a poster with a Honey Badger in his room. MAYBE he's been in love with Daniel for a very long time...as an idol...and maybe even more. He never thought he would see him in person. Especially on a stupid show.

🌹I have no idea what's going to happen next. I haven't watched the show. In my version...

They all live in the same house. They can communicate, rumors appear, candidates form alliances against people they don't like, and someone becomes enemies. Everyone doesn't consider Max a threat.

He readily admitted at the very beginning that he was here for fun, he makes sarcastic remarks in single interviews, he boldly responds to the ridicule of other candidates, doesn't try at all in any tests, but passes them anyway. (Daniel likes this cheeky guy. There's something about him. He may not be the love of his life 😏, but Daniel wants to see how Max will behave next.)

🌹One night, Max was watching the F1 race and was very loudly cheering for his favorite team.

"Come on. Slow down, you have to go slower. Yes! Full throttle!"

In the morning.

Max didn't get enough sleep, he's pissed off about the cameras in the house, he's pissed off about the candidates. His hair is disheveled, he's wearing battered sweatpants and an old washed T-shirt, which he slept in, coming down for breakfast.

Max stops for a second and sees the other candidates and DANIEL at the table. He needs a Red Bull to start worrying.

The stupidest and most handsome candidate makes a sarcastic remark in his direction.

"Didn't someone have a good time with their right hand yesterday? Next time, be quiet, dude, no one wants to know what you're doing in your room at night."

Daniel hides all his emotions and takes a sip of coffee.

Max glares at the fool...

"Actually, I had a great time with twenty fit, handsome guys. You know, they passed me around." (Is this a rather vulgar hint that he watched the race?)

Daniel's eyes widen, and when he gets the gist of the situation, he laughs out loud. Loud and booming, as Daniel can.

"Who won?"

🌹Of course, Max and Daniel get to know each other better in the process. Max realizes that he is completely in love with Daniel. His participation in the show is still for fun, he knows that more interesting and successful people take part in the show, he isn't in Daniel's league, but if he has pleasant memories with Daniel after the show, then it was worth it.

And Daniel understands that Max is the most pleasant and down-to-earth candidate. He likes Max's laugh, his grumpiness, his cockiness, and of course, his looks (there should be a hot description of Max here). This guy is simple(y lovely) and he fit Daniel very well in spirit. Dan already knows who's going to win.

🌹There were a number of individual dates. Daniel came up with more and more sophisticated dates. Yachts, glamour. But when it comes to Max's turn, it all seems too much.

He just says "look beautiful" and waits for Max at the entrance of the house to lean on the Aston Martin. Max comes out in a leather jacket over an untucked white shirt, his skinny jeans and a good pair of shoes.

Daniel wonders if they can cross the border and end this whole stupid show.

And Max takes his breath away from the sight of Daniel in a dark shirt and trousers, and an Aston Martin behind him.

They spend an amazing evening in a not very glamorous but nice restaurant. The food is delicious, the view is wonderful, the conversation is relaxed, they laugh and forget that there are cameras nearby. At one point, they hold hands.

Then they walk along the embankment, the dialogue is more personal, and at some point Max just stops.

"I can't take it anymore."

Daniel expects anything. From "I'm sorry, but I have a boyfriend" to "This is all a setup, I just wanted to make fun of you." But...

"These shoes are hurting me."

"Uh, what?"

"My sister gave me this pair of shoes at the last moment, for 'some kind of celebration.' I put them on for the first and probably the last time. I can't walk."

A burst of laughter makes people on the embankment turn around.

"Come on"

They reach the shoe store, which is about to close. Thanks to Daniel's name and a couple of autographs, they buy comfortable shoes for Max and are about to return. The return road takes place in comfortable silence. The guys exchange glances and smiles. Before entering the house, Daniel stops Max and..OF COURSE THEY KISS.

🌹They enter the house and..The remaining candidates are watching something on TV and laughing. Max realizes that this is one of his streams, the one where he not only praises Daniel's talent as a racer, but also talks about how hot Ricciardo is.

"Max..."

Daniel tries to take his hand, but Max pulls his hand away.

"I think it's time for me to sleep."

🌹The next morning, the three remaining candidates are sitting at the table. When Daniel arrives, he looks at the place where Max should be, but it's empty. He notices an envelope under his plate. Next comes the cutting of frames. Max's empty room, footage from the cameras on the street, which filmed Max leaving this place at night. All with sad music.

🌹In the letter, Max writes about how he didn't want to take part in the show, how he decided to behave stupidly, and just wanted to see where it would lead him. He writes about how happy he was to meet Daniel, that although Max already had ideas about what Daniel Ricciardo was, Daniel surpassed them all.

"I'll add a little drama with my departure, maybe it will raise the ratings. I don't know what you expected from this show, but I hope you won't be disappointed that you spent your time on it. Don't change, Daniel. Enjoy the butterflies."

The text of the letter doesn't appear in the show, Daniel refuses to show it.

*Daniel is looking out the window in the interview room. He sighs, looks at the envelope in his hands, looks at the camera, smiles sadly.

"He's gone." He shrugs slightly, looks at the envelope again. "The show must go on."*

🌹At the next stage, Daniel had to dismiss one candidate, and three ones had to go to the final. Only one get a "prize" (?). But Max left, so two remain in the final.

There must be something here. A test, a date, I don't know. But in the end, Daniel doesn't choose anyone.

"Well. It was fun and informative, but stories don't always end with a happy ending and a wedding."

Dan smiles at the camera.

"It didn't work for me. I hope, despite the result, this season will be the highest rate."

The show ends. Black screen...

The sound of an incoming message.

🌹Max returned home. He lay in his bed for three days. He was crying, he was angry, he was sad, he didn't feel anything, repeat. At some point, Victoria appears. She talks quickly and haltingly about how sorry she is that she dragged Max into this, how sorry she is for what happened, how stupid and mean it all is. Max just hugs her, and then they watch shitty movies and eat ice cream.

"Why did you leave?"

"How can I look him in the eye after that? He probably thinks that I'm a crazy fan who set all this up, or some kind of crazy fan maniac."

"Well, that's not too far from the truth."

"Oh, fuck you!"

"Remember how you almost hit that poor guy when he said that Ricciardo wasn't good anymore? You were foaming at the mouth to prove how much he had done for the sport and that his latest car was just a bucket on wheels. Come on, Mad Max!"

"In my defense, I was drunk, and the car hardly looked like a lawn mower."

Slowly, Max returns to the stream. First, without a camera, then with a camera. One of his friends tries to joke about the show, Max leaves. After that, they don't touch on the topic anymore, and the chat moderators do their job very well.

Max's vacation is coming to an end, there are no jokes at work, but they started hitting on him more often. Max doesn't know which is worse.

One day, he returns home tired and annoyed because one of the worker decided that hitting on Max while he fixing a system error was a good idea. Max has a reprimand and two days off at his own expense.

He's already planning to warm up dinner and watch stream when Victoria sends a message.

"Are you at home?"

"Yes, but I don't want to talk, I don't want to see anyone, and I don't want to go anywhere."

"Oops." The doorbell rings.

"Damn you."

Max opens the door abruptly.

"My God, it's possible..."

He sees a bouquet of purple roses in front of him. And then the bouquet comes down and he sees Daniel.

"It's just Daniel, remember?"

🌹The sound of an incoming message. A chat appears on the screen.

Daniel Ricciardo: Okay, I finally found HIM on your stupid show. You guys did a good job. Good luck with next season. 😘

Titles

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OMG I SAW UR SUNGHOON THING and pookie i literally have THE headcanon of all headcanons bc its so plainly obvious but i feel like nobody talks about it-

sunghoon would be overjoyed to teach you how to skate. like i mean THRILLED like he would hold your hand or maybe your hips from behind and just glide on the ice with you OMG IM GONNA CRY HELPPPP i need this man in my lifeeeee aksjsjsvbsbe

ANYWAYS I LOVE UR BLOG SM IM A NEW FOLLOWER YAYAYAY

NO like sunghoon has quite literally taken over my brain ahsbhjftshis. but thank you for the follow omg!! you guy’s headcannons are keeping me so inspired. sometimes the headcannons that are painfully obvious are the best! because we KNOW they're probably the most realistic <3

warnings: slight angst?, history with negative emotions.

from a personal and relatable perspective, sunghoons dealt with a lot of isolation and maybe even trauma because of his diligent childhood, and so teaching those skills to someone he holds so dear to his heart is probably a terrifying thought. He's been asked if he would ever teach his child to skate, and never gave a definite answer as he wanted to ensure that it was truly something his child "would want to do." So when you mention to him how exciting you think it would be to go ice skating, he goes into fight or flight mode. He doesn't know if he should give it a chance for the purpose of making you smile, or straight up reject the idea in fear you might end up like him. But from the moment you step into the rink, frustratingly attempting to lace up your skates with a passion he hadn't seen in so long, especially in himself, he starts to accept that the things he once held with such frustration and resentment might've only been because he was blinded by its hindrance for so long. He’d forgotten the beauty it held. Seeing you sitting there, hair gently pulled over to one side as the cold air touches your skin, your quite literally the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"Don't worry baby, I'll show you." he utters, kneeling down before you as he pulls your ankle into his hands. His hair falls in front of his forehead, short enough that you can make out the small smile gracing his face. You swear to yourself he looks just like a prince. He laces your shoes tightly, and presents a hand out for you to hold, pulling you up to standing ever so gently. You're losing balance at the way he pulls you closer to his face, watching his eyes glimpse your lips before coming back up to your eyes. He doesn't look away as he guides you onto the ice, not even as the ground becomes too slippery for you to balance. Your legs begin to wobble, and you question whether this was a good idea in the first place, but you catch the way Sunghoon hasn't stopped smiling. How his eyes have squinted with joy since you stepped inside the rink a short while ago.

His hands snake around your waist, guiding you in front of his chest as he leads you around the rink. The weight of his steps steady you, guiding you smoothly across the ice. He can't take his eyes off you, not with the way you light up after starting to get the hang of things. Your eyes shift from the floor back up to his face, finding that he's already staring, and it turns you shy. He notices the way your hands place themselves on top of his. He loves that you need him, that he feels needed. Like he’s finally making someone feel the joy of the art that he hasn’t felt in so long. And in this moment, Sunghoon isn’t wincing at the thought of himself skating, most definitely when it’s with you.

suddenly, he doesn’t think it’s so bad.