#and everyone was like “yeah i dont remember anything after that for like 2 days”

[dreamsy990]

time flies when you have a concussion

[highvern]

Work Me Out

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, 18+

Warnings: working out, flirting, touching, almost car sex, making out, breast play, fingering, oral, face sitting, multiple sex positions, big dick mingyu, protected sex (gasp!), strength kink, dirty talk, choking, spanking :) lover boy gyu as always. let me know if i missed anything!

Length: ~5k

Note: y'all thought cheol rot was bad but the OG bias wrecker is back. dont come at me for gym terminology i go by vibes. replaced my gym crush with mingyu and this is what happened <3 i have a bonus/pt 2 in the drafts too but I'll wait to post it bc too much muscle pig mingyu is bad for the soul... and the [redacted]

to the anon that sent me a seok ask forever ago about his arms, im sorry i used it in this fic. but know i have a seok fic with exactly what you asked for in the works rn. everyone say thank you anon.

@bbychocolat do not hit my line about mingyu for at least 24 business hours i need to recover

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Figuring out the ins and outs of a new gym isn’t easy but it isn’t impossible. Go too early and you’re surrounded by creepy men old enough to be your grandfather. Right after work is a sure way to experience hoards of gym bros crowding around machines like they own them. 

So you go as late as possible. 

Only a handful of people are dispersed through the large space. A few run on the treadmills lined on the catwalk of the second floor, several switch through different weights in front of the mirrors. You make your way through the maze of equipment towards the leg press; your final sets before you can go home and wash away the grime of the day.

Or you would if someone wasn’t occupying the one machine you need.

Peeping your head around, you notice a black backpack and matching water bottle on the ground. You glance around, unable to find a clear owner since the next closest person is halfway across the gym doing a different exercise.

Would it be that rude to take the machine out from under someone if they’re not even using it? You could probably get in all your sets before the person even came back if you moved quickly.

You wait a few minutes. How embarrassing would it be to have the mystery person walk back up the second you sat down? But after five minutes pass and no one emerges to claim the spot, you set about changing the weights out.

And just when you slip into the seat, you look up and find someone approaching.

He’s tall, he’s handsome, and he’s barely ten feet away. Your saving grace is that he hasn’t spotted you yet thanks to his phone. 

But that doesn’t last long.

“Oh! Sorry! Were you using this machine?” You ask, trying to sound cordial. 

“It’s okay!” He smiles at you. “Do you need it?”

Yes.

“No, I can find something else to do.” 

You rise to do just that when he stops you with a shrug.

“I don’t mind sharing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I take long breaks between my sets anyway so it’s no big deal.”

So that’s where he went.

“Okay, thanks.”

“No problem.”

He moves to lean against the wall, face buried in his phone once again as you work through your set. Honestly you think he forgot you were even there until you start standing up and he pushes off his perch. 

Exchanging polite smiles, you skirt around him and snag your water bottle before occupying the same spot against the painted bricks. You try not to be a creep but watching the way the muscles in his legs bulge and coil with each rep is impossible to look away from. Especially when there’s just so much to look at.

He racks up twelve reps with ease and switches back off with you before wandering out of sight.

You work through two of your sets before he comes teetering back. 

“I tried putting it back to your weight.” You laugh, sipping from your water bottle.

“Three forty? Ouch.”

“What? Should I have made it lighter?”

“Try heavier. Like four hundred.”

“My sincerest apologies.” You mock, placing your hand over your heart. “I’ll remember that next time.”

He laughs again before slipping back into the seat and working through the motions.

This time you don’t bother hiding the way you watch him over your phone. He looks good, it’d be a waste not to watch the swell of his chest or the stretch of his thighs. The gym shorts and snug black t-shirt only exacerbate how cut his physique is. 

And if he makes a comment you can always twist your not so subtle gawking into a compliment about his form.

When he finishes his set again, he snags his bag and water bottle off the ground before turning to you. “All yours. Have a good night.”

“Yeah, you too.”

And he’s gone.

Over the next few weeks, you learn mystery man works out at the same time you. He’s there when you arrive and remains when you leave after an hour and a half of sweating and gasping like a dying fish, only absent on Wednesdays when you manage the most last luster workouts of your life. The disappointment the first time you realized you were looking for the backwards cap sticking out amongst the free weights would have been embarrassing but what's wrong with a little eye candy while breaking a sweat? 

And what a great view he makes. Your brief peeks into the mirrored walls are full of nothing straining muscles and glowing skin. The first day he did arms in a cutoff tee will go down in history as the worst day of your life. Only rivaled by all the other days he works his legs in shorts accentuating just how nice his ass is with every squat.

Your friends all ask when you’re going to talk to him again. As if you’ll just walk right up and interrupt the best part of your day. No, you’d rather watch him move across the gym floor from the corner of your eye, throw him a friendly nod, and go about your business than run the risk of making things awkward.

Unfortunately, doesn’t possess the same desire to remain a friendly nameless face like you do.

His name is Mingyu. Or that’s what the employee with glasses calls him while they joke around one night. You don’t mean to eavesdrop but they’re loud and the only exit takes you right past the U-shaped desk. Mingyu throws a grin as you pass by on your way out and the flash of teeth spikes your heart rate higher than any exercise you’ve done that night.

When he officially introduces himself at the water fountain the next night, you have to bite the urge to tell him ‘I know.’ Instead you snort at his extended hand, providing your own name over the firm shake like you won’t be haunted by the feeling of the calluses on his fingers or the heat of his palm for the next week. 

What’s worse is how he says your name back, rolling the sound across his tongue and past his quirked lips. 

And the final nail in the coffin is when you leave and you see the way he turns in the glass doors to watch, bidding you a goodnight with your name signed at the end.

Mingyu might be the worst gym crush in the world. Mostly because your thoughts of him extend beyond the brick walls he should only exist in. And partially because he’s caught you staring more times than you care to admit. 

Not as many times as you’ve caught him, but the point stands.

No, the worst part, you find out, is Mingyu is an incorrigible flirt. And he knows it.

Tonight you’re off schedule, runny nearly half an hour later than usual.; work clothes sticking to your skin as you make your way towards the off shooting hall housing the entrance to the locker rooms. In a rush, you step around another body only to end up in front of one much more familiar.

“There's my girl.” Mingyu smiles. “Thought you were skipping out on me.”

My girl. My girl. My girl, my girl, my girl….

There isn’t a thought in your head beyond the bold casualness he drops that bomb on you with so you nod awkwardly and force yourself not to sprint the next twenty feet to hide.

Half an hour later, when you catch him watching you in the mirror over his own weights, the bastard smiles like the cat who caught the canary. 

But you end up on top when Mingyu offers to spot you while doing weighted squats. He’s at your back, an appropriate amount of space between your bodies you wish he’d close. You don’t need his help. Your form is better than his (you would know, his ass and thighs give you tunnel vision when its his leg day). And the weight on the bar isn’t even enough to make you strain but why pass up on the offer? Especially with how Mingyu meets your eyes over your shoulder in the mirror with each dip.

And then he cheers ‘that’s my girl’ again when you re-rack the equipment with ease and it's over.

“Shit,” you grunt. 

Mingyu pops up from his perch between your breasts under your shirt, hair a mess and eyes glazed. “Good?”

“No, your steering wheel is in my back.” You wince, attempting to wiggle away and ending up further up his lap.

“Sorry, let me just…”

The seat flies back under your combined weight, throwing your forehead right into Mingyu’s chin.

“Fuck!” 

“Oh my god!” You gasp. “Are you okay?”

Mingyu’s head falls back as he releases a massive sigh. Each second that ticks by has you both coming to the same conclusion.

“Yeah,” you breath, sitting up. “I think this was a bad idea.”

“Oh…”

“I just mean like your car is small and you’re too big and I—“

The guffaw Mingyu tries to hide slips free too easily. “That’s what she said.”

“God, you’re gross.” 

Your nose crinkles as you rise up, using his chest for leverage. It feels as nice as it looks and its the worst knowledge you’ve gained in you life.

“Sticks and stones,” he hums.

“Well this was fun. I’ll ugh… see you around?”

When you try to shift back into the passenger seat to exit, Mingyu’s hands flex over your thighs to keep you in his lap. His sweats do nothing to hide his semi. Something he doesn’t even seem to consider as a concern given the way he unconsciously curls into you.

“Or we can go back to mine.”

He’s trying and failing to sound nonchalant. Like he won’t go home and fuck his fist in the shower with the echoes of your sighs filling his ears if you turn him down. You can see it in his eyes. What hinges on his offer and how much you’ll both regret it if the tension fizzles and dies in his SUV.

From where you’re sitting, it’s incredibly difficult to think with your head and not your hormones. Mingyu is hot, he’s nice, he seems decent enough. His behavior doesn’t hint at him being a creep. If he’s normal enough to fuck in his car, is he not normal enough to fuck in the comfort of a bed?

The thumb stroking your thighs and the hopeful eyes staring you down make the decision for you.

“Yeah, okay.” 

With his address in your phone’s GPS, you trail after his SUV in your own car. The roads are familiar because they’re the same roads you drive when you return to your apartment that turns out to be only three blocks closer to the gym than Mingyu’s. 

All this time he’d been so close and you never even realized. Did he think about you the same way you thought about him when he drove home? If he did, you’re in for a night.

Rolling into a space only a few down from where he parks, you pause to hype yourself up. 

People have sex all the time. It’s no big deal. I can do this. 

A knock at the window interrupts your spiral, finding Mingyu smiling sheepishly through the glass. The muscles in your chest squeeze when he opens the door and holds it for you to exit; and threaten to explode when his hand finds the small of your back and guides you towards the stairwell.

Footsteps echo down to the hall, Mingyu only a fraction ahead to lead the way to a non-descript door with a seasonal doormat that's seen better days.

“Ugh, this is it.” 

His apartment is shockingly clean for a guy your age. Not clean in the ‘I don’t own enough shit to even be dirty’ way. No, Mingyu’s apartment is cozy. There’s throw pillows and blankets on the couch. He has a lamp and bookshelf in the corner and the walls are adorned with a collage of artwork thoughtfully pieced together. Several personal photos are littered throughout, some with an obviously younger Mingyu propped next to what must be a sister or a cousin, a few of him with friends. One of him and a familiar man with glasses, their faces blurry but the glee clear as they’re frozen in time. Your lips lift with a soft smile at the personal touches bleeding into every corner of his space.

Turning over your shoulder you ask, “You and the guy at the gym are friends?” 

Mingyu’s watching you with something unidentifiable in his eyes, stepping forward to figure out which frame you're looking at until he’s only a foot behind you.

“Yeah, we went to the same middle school.”

“And this one?” You say, fingers tracing the edge of the wooden frame.

“My little sister.” Mingyu follows, still only a step behind.

“And I’m assuming these are your parents?”

“Actually those are Wonwoo’s parents.” He chuckles. “These are my parents.”

Mingyu’s arm reaches around to point at the correct photo, his chest brushing against your back.

“Wanna give me the tour?”

Mingyu manages to show you everything in five minutes. The living room and connected kitchen you’re already standing in, the door of the hall bathroom, and finally his bedroom. You take a seat on the edge of the bed, discovering the new smattering of details that uncover more about the man waiting with baited breath in the threshold. 

“Why are you over there?” You ask.

With arms crossed and shoulders up to his ears, Mingyu resembles a kid waiting to be scolded rather than a man who tried to hook up with you in his car less than thirty minutes ago.

“I’m nervous.”

You can’t stop the satisfaction from spreading to your face. “I make you nervous?”

Mingyu pushes off the door jam, shuffling forward until he’s standing a foot in front of you. “Yeah. I don’t really do stuff like this.”

“Stuff like what? Try and fuck girls in your car?”

“Haha.” Mingyu mocks, face descending until he rubs his nose with yours.

Your eyes slip closed when his do, breathing each other's air. “Stuff like what, Gyu?”

Your hands find the material of his shirt stretched across his shoulder. Each brush of his lips across your cheek, down your jaw, until he finds your ear.

“I don’t sleep around with girls I’m not dating.”

Oh.

“We don’t hav—”

“Which is not the best way to ask you out.”

You press him out of your space, far enough that you can look him in the eyes and see if he’s serious. The tips of Mingyu’s ears burn red but he’s looking right at you despite how embarrassed he clearly feels.

“You’re asking me on a date?”

“Ugh, yeah. I think it’d be fun. But you don’t have to! If you just wanna do this that's fine t—”

Whatever words Mingyu was trying to say fizzle on the tip of his tongue as you pull him into a kiss. He curls over you, pressing you further into his bed with every fervent pass. Wedging one hand under the small of your back, Mingyu lifts you up and carries you while he crawls to the center.

Your mind wanders to all the other ways he can manhandle you into the mattress.

He settles flat against you, hips cradled between your own while delving into your mouth. You fill your hands with his ass, dragging Mingyu’s covered cock against your core. A groan backs apart your lips as Mingyu falls into the curve of your neck. 

“This is a yes to the date by the way.” You pant now that he’s taken over, hands scratching up his back in an effort to get rid of his shirt. “In case that wasn’t clear.”

Mingyu’s clothes disappear over his head and across the room, yours following shortly after. The heat of bare skin on bare skin is better than anything until he takes one of your breasts in his palm and the other in his mouth. 

Every curse you know flies through your lips as he sucks and pinches until you're sore between the legs.

He takes the squeeze of your thighs and the rock of your hips as a greenlight, hands leading where his lips follow until it’s nothing but your panty clad core an inch from his face.

“This okay?” Mingyu asks in the fat of your thigh, tongue trailing fire across the skin.

You nod with a sigh, “Mingyu, please.”

He doesn’t need much more than that, the fabric barrier gone in a blink and his nose traces your folds until he’s dying for a taste.

Mingyu eats pussy like he doesn’t need oxygen. The path of his pointed tongue around your clit is nothing short of precise, meticulously tracing every ridge and curve until the sheets stretch under your fingers. When he flattens it to pay broader attention, your legs squeeze and Mingyu’s hands force them wide around his shoulders.

Your feet flatten on the bed and thrust up his mouth, wet and crude with fingers in his hair and your whines in his ears. Every suck of Mingyu’s mouth forces the muscles in your neck to lerch until they hurt and your head falls back. He takes pride in the way you drip for him, making the best mess he’s ever had the privilege to clean up.

You reward him with an lavishing praise at the next twitch of your insides, “Fuck, just like that.” 

Taking advantage of the slight arch in your spine, Mingyu’s hand sneaks under your back, fingers unforgiving as they dig into your ass. He curls your hips up and buries a finger in your core with mortifying ease.

Between your legs, Mingyu catches your eyes. Pupils blown wide, mouths bruised around stuttered breath. A matching set of debauched expressions. He’s more familiar like this; skin glowing with sweat, and hair matted to his forehead. Next time you see him at the gym you know it's all you’ll think about. Next time you're alone in your room, or the shower, or the grocery store. Or anywhere you’ve day dreamed about him before.

He leans back to watch the digit disappear, only to reappear soaking. “Feels good?”

“Give me another and it will.”

You savor the rhythm he sets, thick fingers working to prep you for what you felt under his shorts. His tongue is hard and wet at your clit, fingers stretching and spreading until your stomach dips and you nearly buck him off as your clit swells from abuse.  

Your fingers pluck at your nipples and Mingyu apparently likes to watch because he manages more enthusiasm, forces his finger to crook just the right way, and continues to suck even after you start screaming.

“Oh fuck, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You chant, voice cracked.

Something sounding suspiciously like a ‘thank you’ drops into the mix but Mingyu’s the only one to hear it. In his opinion, he should be the one doing the thanking; you just gave him enough spank bank material for the next six months.

You don’t dislike the taste of yourself on his tongue, his lips, his chin, his cheeks, and even his chest when you flip Mingyu over and aim to return the favor. He blushes when you lap against the hollow of his throat; embarrassed from the way he goes boneless with such simple affection.

He sinks into the plush of the mattress, propped up by the mountain of pillows at the headboard. Mingyu’s stomach stiffens under your tongue and the twitch blooms a smile on your face. Predictable.

“Sensitive?”

Your nails raking up the shape of his thighs turn the denial falling from his lips into a whine, and it makes you wonder what other sounds Mingyu will make with his cock in your mouth.

The vein bulging along the underside of his length gives your tongue something to trace along as you lap from base to flared tip, sucking down until it shines from spit and pre-cum. You take all you can until the curve of your throat protests.

Mingyu’s big and he’s loud.

“Oh God, shit.” He babbles with abandon, hands fisted at his sides until his knuckles turn pale.

You focus on the cock in your mouth rather than how pretty Mingyu’s chest would look covered in bite marks. How a bruise on his hip would be just visible when he reaches over his head to do pull ups, and red streaks from your nails on his bicep would make a great accessory.

A hand lands on the base of your skull, gentle until it's not. His thumb dips to stroke the bulge of his dick through your throat as you take him deeper. And like some ridiculous porno theres still an inch you’ll never be able to take even if you do nothing but let him fucking your mouth until the only thing you taste is cum.

“Fuuuuck,” Mingyu groans from a harsh suck on the upstroke.

He distracts you with his tongue on yours, keeping you from diving back down and destroying his ego from how quick you almost made him cum. Your one solace is the lazy grip you have on the base of Mingyu’s length, fingers tightening around the head while he cants into the squeeze.

You think Mingyu is going to plant you on his cock and make you ride it until one of you is crying. But he keeps pushing and pulling until you’re kneeling over his face, knees cushioned in the pillows and hands against the wall to steady you while he dives in again.

His head shakes back and forth, tongue out to swipe messily at your clit as you grind into his face. The last grip of sanity you have gives you the mind to reach back, jerking Mingyu off while he eats it, a cycle of moans moving through you; him into your folds when you squeeze from a grating pass off his tongue that has you whining to the ceiling fan.

“Shit, need you to fuck me.” You whine but don’t stop curling against the latch of his lips, legs stiff with ache.

It’s Mingyu who brings things to a halt, raising you away from his mouth until you're left on your knees while he stands to rummage in the drawer for a condom. You listen while the paint of the wall cools your forehead.

The hand at the dip of your spine makes you melt when he checks in, “Still okay?”

Nodding, you find him over your shoulder with a thick swallow. Mingyu’s nose follows the slope of your muscles, lips untying all the knots he’s worked into them over the past few weeks.

“Want it like this?”

“Yeah.”

You drop until your chest meets the bed and arch until it hurts just to put on a good show. Mingyu shuffles behind you, knocking your knees wider with his own, palms molding to your ass and spreading it apart to take a good look like he wasn’t tongue deep inside your pussy already. The room is nothing more than the sounds of grounding breaths; Mingyu watching the way your torso moves around the air, releasing a long exhale before moving closer.

The feel of his chest against yours was great, but the hard muscle of it along your back, his chain caught between and leaving a definitive mark, is life ruining. It shreds the last bit of humanity you’ve been clinging to since you dragged Mingyu to the parking lot and tried to stick your hands down his pants while leant against the passenger door.

No matter how well Mingyu stretched you for his cock it was never going to be enough. Taking the first inch nearly splits you in half. But you're soaked and needy; nothing short of the end of the world is going to keep you from getting the satisfaction of feeling him in your guts. You take it with measured breaths and affirmations to relax. Slow arches of his hips work him in until he’s flat with your ass and whispering absolute depravity into your ears.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

Arching your ass higher, you whimper, “You’re huge.”

Your ass stings under his punishing hand, thrown forward by an involuntary buck of his hips.

“Don’t say that.”

You turn until you can look over your shoulder again, meeting wild eyes. “You feels so good.” You moan, eyelids low and wrecked.

“Didn’t—shit, think you’d have such a dirty mouth.” He bites into the side of your neck, sucking a bruise like a depraved teenager. 

“I knew you’d have a fat cock.”

You get what you want so easily it's almost insulting; Mingyu’s hand forcing your face into the sheets and his hips rushing into you with pure need. Every prod into your cunt has you wailing. It’d destroy your self respect if you could think of anything beyond how he’s ruining you for anyone else.

Pillows topple off the edge of the bed as you scramble for a hold. Anything to ground you against the burn in your veins with every tight squeeze around Mingyu’s cock. His balls slap against your clit teasingly, more degrading than the way he has you bent in half. 

“Harder,” you beg.

Mingyu falls back on his haunches, pulling you with him until you're sitting up right. His arm comes into view, curling around neck until your throat sits in the crux of his elbow and his hand latches on your shoulder; a crude headlock he uses as leverage to keep fucking into you. You’ve been choked but this is infinitely better. Whatever Mingyu wants to take from you, he’s in a position to do so.

“Gonna cum?” He nips into your earlobe.

His hand shoves its way between your legs, swipe roughly against your clit before you can even hope to answer.

A pathetic nod is all you manage thanks to the muscles gathered under your chin limiting your mobility.

Mingyu let's go then and your hands prevent a crash into the headboard, putting you back in the same position as before but you have to work for it now; ass bouncing in his laps as you ride him. Finding your balance, you drop one hand to your clit as Mingyu’s pinch your nipples.

“Let me have it, let me make you come." Mingyu pants into your spine. "Fuck you look so good like this, shit.”

He keeps rambling, flying with you towards the edge hand in hand; both breathless from the slap of your thighs against his.

“Mingyu, feel so good. Oh my god, oh my g—”

The softness of the pillows greets you once again while everything flashes white. Mingyu scrambles behind, fucking you into the mattress while you soak his cock. Muscles twitching, teeth ground till they crack, you come and come and come while begging him to do the same.

Mingyu gives in without hesitation, all his weight behind his hips as he fills the condom; dragging you back with an arm around your waist. Every jerk of his cock against your walls from the force makes you vibrate until he’s slipping out, soiled and used against the back of your thigh.

The last thing you register is his lips finding your shoulder again, rubbing back and forth as he comes down.

You fall asleep under the heat of his body for who knows how long, content in the mind shattering numbness of what just happened. Mingyu seems to feel the same, dead weight hanging half off you so you can at least manage to breath.

When you wake, whether it's twenty minutes or two hours later, Mingyu is snoring into the pillow, still naked. His lips pout in his sleep and you swallow the urge to shower them with kisses thanks to the drool at the corner of his mouth.

Even without the covers, you're warm. The kind of heat that slips over your skin, sinks into your bones and keens for you to fall asleep and stay. But Mingyu asked you on a date, not to spend the night. And you’d hate to assume and ruin whatever this is before it as a chance to start.

“Where are you going?” He pouts.

You don't make it two inches out of his arms before he’s pulling you back, tangling them around you so there's no chance of unnoticed escape. Mingyu digs his nose into your cheek and waits for an answer like he has all the time in the world.

Something tells you if he knew you were attempting to head home, Mingyu would throw a fit. And what use is that when you want to see what a night sleep with a giant human furnace is like?

“Bathroom.”

Adding to the list of information you’ve learned, Mingyu is a stage five clinger. He latches on to your back, guiding you into the shower stall for a quick spray down that leaves half your face, part of your thigh, and almost none of him clean.

He falls asleep against the base of your skull while brushing your teeth, because of course he has a stash of extra toothbrushes under the sink just in case. 

And when you crawl under the fresh sheets, he pulls you into his chest, leaves a kiss against your forehead, and tells you he can’t wait for your breakfast date tomorrow.

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[yuriisclumsy]

hii! How are you darling :)

Can i request a crack/ funny and fluffy cale x pregnant reader ? Like she is a few months pregnant, so cale and the kids always lay with her and dont let her do much.

Ofc the others are overprotective of her, bc like shes clumsy😭 like always falling down the stairs, nose bleeds (me core) and she watched everyone panic while looking at them with a deadpanned look bc

1. Shes a baddie whos to hot to die

2.the baby is fine and alive

And cale is loosing his mind bc he cannot leave her alone for two mins bc she will somehow make even more trouble simply bc shes ✨just a girl ✨

Stay still, will you?

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝:1,267

»»►This is a funny scenario. I like to think Cale is a super, over the top, overprotective, man. If you mess with those he cares about or loves, you’re about to find yourself in an interesting situation. 

»»►But when Cale finds out he’s going to be a papa, he goes wild. Forget accepting whatever mission the crown prince wants him to do, he needs to be right next to his wife–24/7. 

»»►And let’s be honest with ourselves, this man would literally take this chance to laze around even more. This is the life he wanted, no? 

»»►Oh, but his dear wife doesn’t like sitting still for more than a minute. This is torture for her—but can’t do anything about it because her husband and (adopted)kids want her to relax and take care of herself and the baby. 

»»►But, why? You may ask. That’s for the single fact that she is clumsy (hey just like me!). She crashes stuff, trips, falls, hurts herself—according to Cale and the others—she denies such accusations—and last but not least, she gets herself in trouble. 

»»►So, yeah. [Name] have no “stepping outside the state” privileges until after the baby is here physically. But [Name] is a tough cookie. She can handle herself when no-one is around. So—to everyone’s dismay—she goes outside one day. It’s just to stroll around and see what has progressed in Harris Village. 

»»►One thing to note: she didn’t tell a soul about her outing. 

»»►Now imagine Cale’s face when he comes back to see the staff panicking for the whereabouts of his wife. 

»»►Let's just say…it was chaotic that day. 

“Woah, that looks tasty...!” [Name] drooled at the sight. 

“Good morning, lady [Name]! What can I get you today?” The shop owner greeted [Name] with a smile. 

“Can I have this please?” [Name] pointed to one of the delicacies of the bakery. It was a croissant-looking-bread stuffed full of chocolate. 

The owner of the bakery gave her a bag filled with what she ordered. “Here you go! Please come back soon!” the owner waved goodbye. 

“I will!” She waved back at the owner. [Name] took one of the baked goods and began to eat it.  

“I wonder how everyone is doing at the state.” 

… 

“LADY [NAME]!” 

“M’lady! Where are you?!” 

“Does anyone remember the last place [Name] went to?!” 

“M’lady, please be okay!” 

Currently, everyone is in a frenzy. The lady of the house was nowhere to be found, and everyone and their mothers were running like headless chickens in search of her. And if they did not find her, their master was going to kill them! 

“What is with the commotion here?” a voice spoke from the entrance of the manor. 

Everything stopped. Slowly, the housekeepers and butlers turned their heads towards the voice. They knew this voice. Very well in fact. Although they grew to like it, right now, they wish they didn’t hear it. They prayed that it was a ghost. Dread overtook them as they saw the voice’s owner. 

Cale Henituse. Their young master. And the husband of the manor’s lady they were trying to find. 

“So? Is anyone going to tell me why you are all running like the world just ended?” Cale spoke. 

Who was mad enough to even dare to tell the young master that his wife magically disappeared? Not me. And not anyone in this room.  

Yet a brave soul stood up and spoke. May he rest in peace. 

“Ah…y-young mater Cale,” a young butler went forward and vowed, stammering in his word, “we..uh…. Can’t find lady [Name] anywhere...?” 

“...” 

“...” 

It was deafeningly silent. No one moved an inch, waiting—waiting for the order to execute them. They fully accepted their fate. 

“Well, what are you all just standing there for?” he spoke, breaking the iceberg. 

“Huh?” 

“Standing still isn't going to bring back [Name].” He stood there, staring at the crowd. 

He was right. 

They needed to get back to searching for Lady [Name]!  

A chorus of ‘yes, sir!’ was heard before a horde of housekeepers and butlers left in search of their Lady. 

“*sigh* Why are you like this [Name]...?” Cale whispered and looked up. He slowly walked to the exit of the manor heading to the town; the children followed after him–this included Choi Han. 

“Master Cale, where are you going?” Hans asked. 

“I’m going to the market area in the town,” he said, not bothering to look back. “Ron, make my bed as comfortable as you can make, will you?” 

“Yes, young master.” Ron responded. 

“Great.” 

… 

Lovely day for [Name] sitting in the shade of an umbrella and her delicious foods. Going from one shop to another, she had managed to gather a lot of food. She had gone overboard again, yes, but the baby she was carrying and her were happy. Who could ever disturb such happiness? 

“[Name].” A male voice called her name firmly from behind. 

Of course. The only person that could was her husband. [Name] knew he only meant good, but right now he had broken that tranquility. 

“Oh! Cale, love, darling, how are you...?” [Name] turned and looked at him nervously. The children had gathered around her–with Raon being invisible naturally. 

“[Name]...” Cale rubbed the temples of his face before sighing, “why are you out?” he asked sternly. 

“Well clearly, I was taking a walk. And I bought some snacks on the way.” She answered, petting both Hong and Raon while On made herself comfortable in her lap. 

“What–no. That’s not what I meant.” 

“You asked why I was out, and I told you why.” 

“You know exactly why I asked that.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” [Name] gave the children the treats she had bought earlier. 

“[Name], please. You know how dangerous it is for you to be here right now. You are due at any point now! And I just…agh..I just want you to stay safe.” He said in frustration. 

[Name] looked at him, feeling a bit guilty that he is like that. She had reached her ninth month a week ago, making this month the most crucial. She just didn’t want to stay locked up in her room all the time. It was something that did not sit right with her. 

“I’m sorry…” [Name] looked down in shame. 

“I…*sigh* You are going to be the death of me.” Cale came closer to her and placed his hands underneath her. 

“Hu-huh? Cale? What are you doing?” panicking a little before realizing he was going to carry her. 

“Carry you, obviously.” He scuffed. “We’re going back to the manor.” 

“Aww…can’t we go to another shop? It’ll be the last one, I promise!” Her begging went to deaf ears. He wasn’t letting her get away with it, so she started to wiggle her way out his arm. 

“Stay still, will you?” 

“Not until I get my last treat.” 

“*sight…* Fine. But you’ll have it after dinner. Dinner is going to be served soon.” Cale said while walking to the nearest candy shop. 

“Mmmm, I'm fine with that. Oh! Choi Han, hello. Sorry, I didn’t notice you there.” 

“It’s fine lady [Name].” Choi Han gave her a small nod. 

“Moooom…I want a treat too!” 

“I also want one!” 

“The great Roan Miru will get one too, right?” 

“Wait a second. Since when do they call you mom?” Cale asked in confusion. 

“Yes, yes. All of you will get one.” 

“Don’t ignore me.” 

Choi Han giggled as Cale continued to ask and get ignored by them. 

Fin 

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Constant Companions Closeup #3: ROT FOR CLOUT

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WHAT'S going on guys, welcome back to another Constant Companions Closeup, the show where we take a DEEP DIVE into what makes these tunes tick! Last episode, we went aaaaaall the way there on Not Quite There, and today, we're making that liggity-line go up up up up up with ROT FOR CLOUT featuring VISUALEYES!! Before we get started, remember to SMASH that like button, SLAM subscribe, and FUCK the bell icon. This week's community challenge: leave your credit card info in the comments! Bet you won't!

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I check my notifications way too fucking much. It's a habit I'm trying to curb, and to my credit, I am doing better lately, but being chemically predisposed to dopamine deficiencies has done a number on my ability to go five minutes without checking the funny glowing numbers on my phone. Naturally, I also very much seek more validation than I should from the opinions of strangers yadayadayada yeah that's what the song is about but none of that actually has to do with why I started writing this song in the first place.

Have you ever taken a flight with American Airlines?

This was after waking up at 4 in the morning to fly out of Houston thinking I'd be napping on a couch in Ohio by 2 pm at the latest.

I want to make one thing clear here, and that's that I made this bed for myself. Tucked the sheets in and all. You see, on the rare occasions I fly, I normally take Southwest. Southwest does not overbook flights like a lot of other airlines do, so it's a practice I am mostly unfamiliar with. So, when I received a notification on my phone promising genuinely ridiculous amounts of flight credit money in exchange for taking a slightly later flight, I thought - well, shit! That sounds nice!

This is how they trick you. I didn't really realize I'd been tricked until I was on my second flight of the day, sitting in a middle seat at the very back of the plane, heading from Dallas, a city I don't live in, to Washington, DC, a city I was not trying to get to, staring down the barrel of another flight I was destined to get on that had been delayed like two fucking hours.

I became the Joker. All I could do to remain sane was write a song about it. This is how ROT FOR CLOUT came to be.

I guess the moral of the story is this: Don't go to Ohio. And to answer your question,

Yes I am

Not really

No

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This is a complete sidenote but I want to mention it here: I'm genuinely overjoyed at the amount of people excitedly talking about my songwriting or the intention behind my lyrics. For a long time, it really felt like lyricism was the last thing people cared about from me, while it was always the thing I wanted to take pride in the most... So genuinely, thank you everyone for caring!! Every single fire emoji people have put next to a line I've written has extended my lifespan by multiple years

There's a brief little moment where the song's chords leave the key, doing a really stereotypically jazzy 2-5 movement, and it's one of my favorite parts of the entire song. I'm not really a music theory buff or anything, and I'm certainly not formally trained, but I've always been very passionate about more complicated harmony in otherwise poppy and accessible contexts - bo en's album pale machine really rewrote my brain when I first heard it.

On that note, there are microtones in the vocal melody - During the chorus, some of the rapidly repeated words move up in quarter tones! Possibly the simplest way I could've included microtonality, but I'm genuinely afraid if I learn more than what I already know about it I'll be lost to the darkness.

Obviously, the work of Sasuke Haraguchi was a massive influence on this song, particularly the song Igaku. I think basically everyone on the entire planet has picked up on that at this point, but I do also wanna point out some other songs that were on my mind at the time! (two for three on these posts mentioning louis cole now)

I'd also like to take a moment to spotlight the vocal samples on this! They previously appeared on エビチャーハン!, and they've honestly become some of my favorite samples to throw in things. They're also just a fucking goldmine sincerely

Finally, HUGE thanks to Visualeyes for the delightful synth solo on this!! I had put out a call on Twitter looking for instrumentalists, genuinely originally envisioning a super jazzy piano solo, but their synth playing genuinely brought the whole song together perfectly!

That's about it for this song - though again, if there are any more questions people have, I'd be happy to answer them in the replies to this post or elsewhere!! (*ahem*) THAT'S gonna do it for today's video, folks! Feel free to leave a like, comment, hit the subscribe button for more and click the bell so you don't miss any new videos. Tomorrow? I Wish That I Could Fall. it hurts.

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Getting isekai'd?! (Part 2)

Sagau! Genshin Fatui x Gn! Reader (ft. Your bsf)

Warnings: Im too lazy to put anything here rn...

『Beloved fluffball/s mentioned below! 💜』

@justmare

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Sidenote: Someone please teach me how links wpek in tumblr plesae 🤠

Part 1 here :>

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The harbingers we're having a meeting with, well, y'know... the usual and boring ass stuff with the Tsaritsa. That is until they were interrupted by a group of fatui agents, who panted as they almost unintentionally broke the door.

"P-pardon us for the interruption. Y-your Majesty." A female agent stammered out. "B-but this is... urgent."

*Insert them telling their surperiors that they spotted someone (you ofc) that looked like their Grace and that the person was with another person and a wolf-looking creature (they dont know its your dog ok 😭🤚) *

"Someone that looks like... Our Grace? Are you certain?"

"Yes. Your Majesty."

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"The jacket's nice..." You awkwardly said out of the blue as d/n happily walked around the snowy terrain, his/her paws making a faint yet satistfying crunch on the snow as he/she walked, with a leash much to the poor doggo's dismay (cus bro this huge baby loves running around without a leash)

"Awh, thanks n/n (nickname)" Your bsf answered in a sing-song tone.

"Remember the time we met bro?" (You call your bsf bro regardless of their gender, they dont mind lol)

"Yeh, lol."

♤ (story of when you guys met cus idk what to put here)

You guys met in around 1st year high school when your teacher said that their is an art competition coming up and everyone is to be partnered up with another student in a different section.

Oh, how faith was feeling generous that day, by making the teacher partner you with y/b/f/n... Though, you had to admit, it was kinda awkward at first...

"Yo."

"Yo."

"So like, whats your name bro? You seem cool."

"Name's y/n."

"Ohmigash nice name. My name's y/b/f/n, wanna be friends?"

"Sure brooo"

Just as when as your new friend tried to extend their arm for a handshake, they may have accidentally spilt some paint with their arm. Oops.

"Oh shitttt..." You cursed in your head.

"Oh nah, we is cooked. 😢"

Yeah yall got a not-so-fun scolding for 2 hours by the trainer.

♤ (end of story lmao)

"Yo, I think d/n is thirsty rn..." Your friend pointed at the panting husky. Poor cutie patootie. You thought before you realizing you didnt bring water with you. "Ah damn, I didnt bring water, we gotta go back now. Sorry bud." You apologized to d/n who was still panting. Give him/her water you little shi-

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After you guys FINALLY arrived back to your home, you immediatly opened the door and got some water for d/n.

"There y'go, you cutie patootie of a dog." You cooed as you petted d/n, who was drinking water happily.

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"Where is this... person, you say?" The Captain crossed his arms.

"We last spotted them near a house, sir. They were with someone else and a creature that appeared to be a wolf of sorts."

"Hm~? A house~?" Columbina asked in her soft, sing-song voice.

"Yes mam."

After that the Tsaritsa ordered everyone, the harbingers included (for you simps), to go to this house and see if its actually their creator or nah.

The end.

Sike bitch.

D/n fell asleep on his/her bed. Bruh.

You guys sat down on the couch, an awkward silence could be felt between you, Though it was cutted off by a knock on your door.

"Ima go get it."

"Bruh sure, ima head into my room if you need me." You gave y/b/f/n a thumbs up before going up the stairs. Unaware of the big surprise thats coming to you. Both of you.

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Posted: June 28, 2024. 11:48am.

【Part 3】

[mschimdt]

EXPLORER SHENANIGANS PT.1

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synopsis: you, a famous youtuber known for exploeimg abandoned buildings with your friend jaz, come across freddy fazbears, you stumble inside not knowing there was security

warnings: i domt proof read my fics, if u dont like it then leave

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you, a famous youtuber known for exploring abandoned buildings and places, along with your friend, jaz.

you were streaming on youtube,in your backyard, talking to your fans asking them to reccomend places for you to explore, you were reading the chat with jaz

"a abandoned hospital?" you looked at jaz, she replied "thats too dangerous, ive hearf that hey have radioactive shit" she chuckled

"yeah true, oooohh someone said freddy fazbears thr pizzarea that 5 kids went missing in, thats a good one actually, i thinkd it'd be fun to explore that place, i dont think theres any security there" you looked at jaz " thats actually such a good idea!" she replied

you stared at the chat, everyone agreeing for you to go visit freddys.

"i think we should go, what time is it jaz?" u asked

"its 10:38" she replied, "think nows a good time?" u asked

"yeah, lets go collect our things, ill carry the cameras and you stream" she said

you were talking to the screen "okay guys were gonna pause the stream for a bit to get prepared, we'll stream again once were ready" you waved at the camera and paused to stream

you went inside, changing your clothes, grabbing a mini med kit just incase, and a pocket knife along with aa gas mask, you were always prepared before exploring abandoned places after you explored a school once with no equipment and you found fungus and some physcopath living inside it

"im gonna start the stream again lemme just grab my keys" you said

you were walking to your car, you opened the stream again "alright were back, time to go explore freddys!!" "woooo"

"i dont know if we should be scared honestly, i mean 5 kids got 'killed' in there apparently and there were some missing people a few days ago with their cars parked outside freddys" you said nervously

"lets not think about that, think about what we could find! i mean.. afterall we used to go here as kids." jazz said trying to reasure you

"okay were here" you said, parking your car

you turned the keys, shutting the car off, you opened the door and got oit of the car "oh my gof this ppace looks creepy as fuck!" jaz said, staring up at the flickering sign

"yeah, alright lets find a way in"

you found the door, it was open? weird, you said to yourself

"whys it opened?" "bet you theres some other peoppe exploring in here, lets me careful dunni what theyre capable of"

you walked down the short stairs, leading into a dark hallway, you walked and walked till you reached the stage room

"oh my god! i remember this room from when i was a kid!" jaz said excitedly, walkimg around the games studying them

"do you think they work?" you said

"theres no power, maybe if we find a power switch?"

"good idea come on!" you ran across the hallway, looking for a electricity room, you also stopped along the way to explore other rooms "found it!" you said

"alright lets try this" you said, turning your camera to face the lever you were about to pull, "3.... 2..... 1!" you pulled it down, lighting the pizzarea up, the lights making slight buzzing noises

you went back to the stage room, trying out the games

you didnt notice a guy coming through the wide door

"hey! youre not supposed to be here" he said. the guy looked like he'd just woken up from a nap

"and who're you..?" yous said

"security", he said followed by a yawn

you and jaz turned to face him,

"arent you those youtubers?" he said

"yeah- sorry about this tho didnt know there was security" jaz said

"look ill make an exception, you can hangout around jere for abit aslong as you dont break anything"

"really?!- thank you so much-..?"

"names mike"

"thank you mike!"

you and jaz played some games, mike was sitting by on a table.

then he spoke up "righy- how'd yall get in here?" "the door was opened" you replied "shit i forgot to lock it, be right back" he went to lock the door, u and jaz having the time of your life playing the arcade games

mike came back while you were both trying a basketball game, "lemme try" mike said, walking up to the stand he threw the ball, landing it into the hoop

he raised aa first up and yelled "wooo!"

u both laughed, trying to score a hoop, then you heard mike say "i know a few tricks to these games, theyre all rigged" he laughed

soon enough, it was 5am, mikes shift was about to end "okay so my shifts about to end- you guys should definetley come by tomorrow tho, today was fun" he said, a genuine smile on his face

his smiles pretty cute, u smile back, jaz turned to you raising and eyebrow at you

"thatd a good idea mike, we'll come by tomorrow, thank you for tonight really and thanks for not kicking us out!!"u said, making your way out of the building to your car

you got in your car, jaz said "holy shit that was so fun"

"litteraly ohh my gooodd" u added

you drove all the way back to your house, you and jaz have been living together for almost a ywar, you bought the house when your youtube channel took off so you could make more content

you edited the video, and posted it on youtube before going to sleep

once you woke up, you noticed the video had over 5million views, thats a record for you

"JAZ JAZ!!" you yelled "look oh my god"you added excitedly "holy shit? in SEVEN HOURS????" "YESS! we also gained 300K more subscribers from it"

"the freddy thing really worked out i guess"yo u said chuckling slightly

you spent your day home with jaz, untik you got an idea "jaz wanna get some snacks? we could watch a movie" "good idea, ill go get dressed"

you both got dressed, heading to the car to go to the supermarket nearby simce you were runnung low on snacks

the moment you got there, you noticed a familiar car, didnt think anything about it though

you walked inside, picking up a few snacks, you turned around to hed to thw other aisle, and you caught a glimpse of mike, with a little kid? he has a kid?

he noticed you, you went up to him.

"heyy, how are you" you said with a smile on your face

"im good! whatre you doing here?" he said

"nothing kust picking up some snavks, i disnt know you had a kid" you said, staring at the little girl who looked to be around 9

"oh abby? shes my sister not my kid, im raising her though because my parents uh- my dad left and my moms dead and stuff"

"im so sorry about that, anyways me and jazz might come by tonight, last time was fun" after that, you said your goodbyes and continued shopping, seeing him every few minutes, either waving or smiling each time you saw him.

[dreamauri]

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— you are reading: part two !!

╭╯ pairing . . . max verstappen x fem! driver! reader ) ┊ summary . . . you're unstoppable, a machine. and people dont like winners ) ┊ genre . . . angst/fluff ) ╰╮ warning . . . X )

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RACE DAY Sunday May 8 2023 — Circuit de Monaco, Monaco

The crowds of cameras and team members cleared a path for you to the edge of the pool. You held the first place trophy in your hand tightly as you began running. Once you were close enough, you did a flip, spinning into the pool. You hugged your trophy as you fell into the pool head first.

Quickly resurfacing, you covered your face with your elbow to hide your face while you took the mask off to replace it. A spare was handed to you by Jj. A few other mechanics and team members jumped in. Together they lifted you up on their shoulders.

"Seventeen!" Everyone chanted together. You raised your trophy high as the cameras took photos. "Thank you so much everyone!" You shouted happily as you got out of the pool, sharing a hug with your team principle. "Lets go out after this, one seven." Some one suggested patting your back.

"I shouldn't. I don't really drink." You explained hesitantly when you were finally walking back to the garage to prepare for the duties ahead. "Come on, it'll be fun."

"I really should—" "—Seventeen." a voice caught you off, turning to the Dutch boy, he patted your back firmly. "Great driving out there." "Thank you, Max. You did—" "Max you should join us!" You pursed your lips at the situation you were finding yourself squeezed into.

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Max woke up the next day with a groan, how he had gotten back in his bed was a mystery to him. With a glass of water and a pill sitting on his night stand, there was diffidently someone who brought him back. What he didn't expect was that person to still be there, making breakfast.

After swallowing the pills, Max was greeted the smelling a delicious aroma. Following it the the kitchen, his eyes find a woman working over the stove, one that he didn't remember from the other night. "Oh, you're up earlier than I expected." Turning to face him, Max makes eye contact with a familiar face that he couldn't quite put a finger on.

". . . It's me." You broke the silence after a few moments. "Who?" Max stuttered confused. "Seventeen." You clarified shaking your head. "Surprise I guess." You shrugged plating the vegie omelette. "Finally seeing the face that you've been competing against for most of your childhood."

"Yeah . . . —Wait how'd you get in here?" "You begged me to take you home and cook for you the next morning. So, your wish has been fulfilled." You pushed the plate towards him before turning off the stove. "Thank you." He replied hesitantly sitting and starting to eat quietly.

'What else can she do?' he thought, taking another bite ( which meant he liked it ). "Do you need anything— oh hello." You reached down petting the cat that rubbed against your ancle. "Max, do you need anything else or?" "No, I'm good." He said with a mouth full. "Alright, I will be going now before Aussie drives Mkayla nuts."

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MEDIA DAY Thursday June 16 2023 — Circuit Gilles Villeneuve, Canada

"Wait what are we doing? I wasn't told anything." Max asked you as he sat on the table opposite side to you. "We are- what's it called again. My English isn't that good." You muttered looking at the persons behind the camera trying to remember.

"It's umm . . . We have to try and guess the flavours of the Redbulls." You explained as someone placed a tray with see through plastic cups in 2 rows. "Oh easy." Max nodded, leaning forward looking at his row of the energy drinks.

"I don't drink red bull that often so I'm probably going to lose. I know Max is a- umm, wow where is my English? 'Txt'?" [Alcoholic but to energy drinks, what do you call that? Energy drink addiction? How do you say that in English].

"Oh, really? Huh-" You broke out in small laughter seeing your teammate eager to down the shots presented to him. "Oh God." You cursed after taking a sip from the first cup. "That's enough sugar to last me a year." Max laughed at you, watching you scrunch your face.

"This is . . ." Max raised his hand impatiently knowing the answer. "Max seems to know. Why don't you tell us?" "June berry." He answered without hesitation. Point after point you let max score more even though you recognized a few flavours.

He of course let you take a guess first, but you never gave an answer. "Um . . . The blue on-" "-RAHH!"

A scream made its way out of your mouth as you suddenly felt someone grab your shoulders firmly from behind. Leaning your forehead on the table embarrassed, you listened as the crew members and your teammate laughed their asses of, along with the unmistakable laugh of the honey badger from behind you.

"I'm so sorry, Sent-" You quickly cut him off by smacking his chest, an embarrassed smile reaching your eyes. "Asshole." You chuckled standing up and greeting Daniel with a hug which he gladly returned. "Oh I love her hugs, they're like gold and heaven mixed into one." Daniel smiled patting your back gently.

"Hey fancy Maxie." Daniel greeted sharing some sort of secret handshake with the blond. "I'll let you guys get back to what you were doing, sorry guys." Daniel apologized to the people behind the camera before waving goodbye.

You and Max sat back in your seats for a hot 5 seconds before you both erupted in laughter. Trying to miserably form sentences during your wheezing session. "How loud-" *wheeze* "how loud was it?"

"Joel from the garage texted me asking if Max killed someone." A crew member answered earning a few more silent laughs from you and the Dutch, both if you falling out of your seats, failing to catch your breath.

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"I'll introduce us both and you can explain what we're doing." You decided, Max giving you a quick nod in agreement. "Hello Redbull addicts and non Redbull addicts." You greeted once you were given the go, already earning a laugh from your Teammate. "This is Seventeen." You pointed at Max. "She's very pretty and you all should love her. And I'm Max Verstappen, a Dutch boy with DRS issues and bad haircuts."

You weren't even half way through and Max had dropped, slipping on the ice you two were balancing on. "Oof, that must hurt . . . Well that is a DNF for seventeen. The first one in her career, let's hope she's ok."

Since finishing media tasks, marketing decided why not do some Canadian stuff when in Canada. The result was you and Max running after each other on ice, skating like idiots. There wasn't really a goal or a challenge. Just you two having fun and getting closer.

"Max is pretty isn't he?" Max joked, playing along with the switched roles. You, in the background, flexed your muscles pretending to be Max. "I have a lot muscle." You tried to imitate, making Max hold his stomach as he held on to the railings.

Soon after, you found yourself holding Max from his ankle while he laid on the floor, dragging him along as you glided on the ice. "HOW DO YOU- HOW DO YOU STO-" "OW!" Max complained once you toppled over him after hitting into the wall.

The next thing you tried to do was wrestle with him, trying to tackle or pin each other down. To the camera it looked funny, two kids throwing hands and pulling at each other as they tried to stay stable on their knees.

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"Introduce yourself, please."

I go by Seventeen when it comes to racing, I'm 22 years old. I drive for Oracle RedBull Racing. And unlike other drivers, I'm the best because I know I'm the best. There is no argument there. I am unbeatable and my results prove it.

"Can you tell us the story about the story of your number?"

I chose the number seventeen because it's very significant to me, it's the age of which I made my karting debut as 'seventeen', and the number as is a lucky charm for me and my family. It's also the number of former F1 racer Khadija El-Gamazi who is a big role model for me. And as for the one, it's there to foreshadow my future championship titles.

"What inspired you to take up racing and become a professional driver?"

I happen to be of a descent of a long blood line of racers, dating back to the first f1 grand Prix, le mans, rallying, drifting, and much more. I wasn't really into the sport as much as the rest of my family. At 4 one of my family members were tinkering with a kart and told me to give it a test drive. I didn't want to get off. The biggest inspiration for me to stay in the car was Marwa El-Gamazi, f1 test driver.

"How do you manage to maintain anonymity and balance your personal life while being a public figure?"

I just do it.

"What is the significance behind your chosen mask, and does it hold any personal meaning to you?"

There is no significance to my mask whatsoever. I just don't want you to see my face for my private reasons. I also don't want to be asked to take selfies while I'm buying groceries.

"How do you handle the pressures and expectations that come with being in the spotlight and racing at such a high level?"

I have a dog.

"Can you share any memorable moments or victories that have been particularly meaningful to you in your career?"

Uhhh . . . Let's see . . . So far they're all just- they're just wins you know? Yes I love winning, but they're all just stepping stones. The only truly memorable ones will be the championship deciders in which I'll be at the top.

"What advice would you give to young girls who dream of becoming professional race car drivers?"

Don't let people give you ****. It's all about self belief, trust, and hard work. You can do anything if you truly believe you can do anything.

"What are your goals and aspirations for the future, both in racing and beyond?"

I want to break all the records that I can.

"Thay must've been boring to watch." You apologized to your PR manager as you walked out of the room Netflix had taken over.

"What happens if they portray me as a villain? I was pretty blunt back there." "Relax we go you coverd." She nodded you with a confident smile. "We got time for a break. You wanna see what's the hype with Tim Hortons? I'll drive!"

"You're a lifesaver Mkayla." You smiled hooking your elbow with hers as you exited the paddock.

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RACE DAY Thursday June 18 2023 — Circuit Gilles Villeneuve, Canada

You laughed as you chased Christian on the stage, spraying him with champagne. Max came from the other side trapping the team principle between you both as you showered him with the expensive alcohol.

Your laughs filled the air as you pulled Max, Christian, and surprisingly Lando on the top pedestal, side hugging each other. "Redbull gives you?" You asked the crowd. "Wings!" The shouted the answer as the photo was taken.

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RACE DAY Sunday July 9 2023 — Silverstone Circuit, United Kingdom

Lap 39 :: When you pushed against the brakes, but you felt something snap. Your foot pushing all the way through with no resistance fighting back, sending panic up your spine as you continued to travel at 250 kilometers per hour, pressing the pedal over and over with no avail. "BREAKS! I HAVE NO BREAKS!" You panicked over the radio as you did your best to not crash out on the turn.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" You sweared repeatedly, voice increasing in volume as you did your best to not crash out.

"Sonething is wrong. Is Seventeen okay? She's not breaking on the turns- like at all." Max informed into the radio as he trailed behind you from a safe distance. "She has no breaks. Make sure to keep the lead after she retires, Lando is 2.53 seconds behind."

Oh no.

"But she's never lost a race." He argued, feeling himself frown. 'We can force her to retire' he remembered making his heart sink. "Okay . . . keep me updated on her." "Copy."

Lap 42 :: Your hands were shaking and your face was wet. It wasn't raining, nor was it cold. You felt like you couldn't breathe as you bit and chewed on your nail, watching as the marshals assessed the scene.

"And that is a red flag and a safety car for sector 2." "Let's replay the crash there, and-" "Ooooh." "That must hurt." "Big dissapointed for Seventeen." "This marks the end of her overall 78 plus win streak and her formula one 9 win streak."

Your soul felt empty as you walked into the garage, Mkayla rubbing your back as she walked by your side. "Hey, you did amazing. No one could manage a car without breaks as long and as skilfully as you did. I'm proud of you."

'I'm proud of you.' The words echoed in your ear and it felt wrong. "But I lost." You countered, wrapping your arms around yourself, as she slowly undid the helmet strap and pulled it off.

"There's a whole lot more to racing than winning." She nodded with a smile, pulling your balaclava off handing you the black mask. You put it on without objection as she took a claw clip from her bag putting your hair up in a nice elegant bun.

You sniffed as you wiped your waterfall tears. 10 years of straight wins going down the drain felt like a a shovel in your heart. With each second that passed, it felt emptier and emptier with a hole growing deeper and darker. The only thing you could do now was watch as Max and Norris fought for the Lead, Hamilton comfortable in P3.

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"Hey." The Dutch winner sat to your side in the back of your garage. You were hugging your knees, watching as the Mechanics cheered and danced around, celebrating yet another team win. "Congrats." You told him, the waterfall in your eyes hadn't stopped since you had gotten out of the car and Max was worried you'd get dehydrated.

"Champaign?" He offered holding the bottle up. "I don't drink, thank you." You shook your head, politely declining. "Really? . . . But you went out with us that day in Monaco." "Yeah, 'no' wasn't really an option at the time. I don't think you remember, but I was your designated driver." You jogged up his head shrugging. "Right. Right . . ."

"I'm sorry . . . About your streak. I know it ment a lot to you." He didn't know why he was apologizing, he won. "Eh. It wasn't your fault." You dismissed. "Now stop hanging out with the mother of depression and go have fun. You deserve it." You nudged his shoulder with a weak smile.

"Are you su-" "Go." You chuckled pushing his shoulder. Max nodded, patting your bicep gently before getting up. "Winner buys dinner." He told you before leaving.

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"Is that fish?" You looked at his sandwich with a look of disapproval. "Tsk tsk." "What? It's just a sandwich." He defended himself, voice muffled from the fries in his mouth.

"Fish sandwich. Which is even worse than fish." You shook your head in dissapointment, opening your take out box. "This is real food." You pointed at the shawarma starting to eat.

"What's that?" "It's heaven in a box." "Let me try." "Can I have some of the Pepsi in return?" "Deal." You shook hands with him, making the exchange.

The two of you were sitting atop the hood of a rented car, eating silently. Max had bought dinner, him eating McDonald's, and you Lazeez. The two of you had made a small trip to Niagara falls, watching the waterfall as you ate in silence.

"How fast do you think the water travels?" "Faster than Ferrari that's for sure." He commented making you break a small laugh. He sat in silence watching you eat, the small lights coming from the distant post lights and the moon light illuminated your face.

Max felt in debt to you. After all, what had happened today, was his fault. "Stay on her tail." His dad suggested before the race. He didn't think much of it before. Only when his dad congratulated him after the race had he discovered what had happened.

He felt like he sabotaged you, even though his father was the one to. And Max felt too guilty, to tell you, to not make it up to you somehow. He was starting to like you, and he did not want you to go down like that.

"We have a week off till Hungary. Any plans?" "Think I'm gonna go for a family visit. You?" "Not sure really. I just know I'm going to Monaco."

". . . Do you want to come with me? The weather is nice around this time of year." "Where are we going?"

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"You're French?" "I'm not French." You quickly shook your head as you walked through the airport. Max had to conceal his identity, because that would get a lot less attention than both Seventeen and Max Verstappen showing up.

"How do you take your coff- actually never mind. Stay here." You pointed at the chair, setting your suitcase next to his. "Do not get up. Don't take your eyes off the bags." You lectured.

"I'm not 5." He defended, making you chuckle as you pushed the brand-less cap further down his face. "Shh." You hushed before walking to the vending machine.

He listened to you none the less, keeping both bags in his hands while you did what you did. "Cheers." You held out the Redbull can for him once you returned. "Thanks."

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"Kart a7mar meen! Roo7 el3ab be3eed!" Your cousin shouted from the living room. "I need a translator!" Max shouted afterwards. Leila and Max were playing fifa, and you were in the kitchen preparing breakfast whilst whispering prayers to keep you patient.

Leila and Max were a chaotic duo that should have not been brought together. With a shared love for football and similar temper, along with the language barrier for the cherry on top, they were driving you nuts.

"I can't even shout to both at them at the same time." You complained to the puppy chewing on a ball while resting between your feet. "Lulu, kefaya l3b. Hati Max we ta3ali. [Enough gaming, lulu. Come here and bring Max. "I heard my name?"

"Putain d'enfer." [fucking hell] you heard the girl cuss as she pulled the blond along from his wrist. "Langue." [Language] You scolded, smacking her wrist that tried to steal from your plate.

You pushed the plate filled with pancakes towards her, making her gasp in excitement. You pushed the veggie and egg plate towards Max, who looked between his plate and Leila's in jealousy.

He tried to steal one of hers, only for his hand to be pushed away as she started eating. "Leila. Meteb2eesh bakhila, ediloh wa7da." [Leila, don't be selfish. Give him one] You scolded her as you pulled a stool for yourself to sit on.

The 8 year old looked at Max warily before holding up a pancake for him. The Dutch tried to take it, only for it to be pulled away from his grasp. "Hey." He huffed folding his arms. "She wants to feed you." You explained. "It's a cultural thing. If you're gonna eat out of our plate, we're gonna hand feed you."

"Oh . . ." Max hesitantly leaned down, opening his mouth. Leila gently fed him, keeping her free hand under his mouth to catch any crumbs. You couldn't help but snap a photo quietly, a small smile spreading on your face.

Max and Leila had quickly become best of friends somehow. While walking through the streets of Paris, the Dutch driver carried your cousin on his shoulders, sharing a crep with her.

Looking through shirts, because you were buying a whole new closet for Max because he didn't know how to dress, Leila pointed at different things for the blond.

Max didn't hesitate to pick the ones she chose, even holding up things for her to compare between. Needless to say, you used your camera a lot today, you were surly going to have an album dedicated just for them.

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Wednesday June 19 2023

"Go right, go right!" Max shouted gesturing with his arms dramatically as he watched Leila play. Leila had begged you to bring Max along to watch her football match after school, and you could tell she was trying to impress him.

You sat on the grass watching as Max gained the attention of other parents and audience with the foreign language. "Goal!" He cheered, sharing a high five with the girl once she came over giggling happily. "Don't DNF now." He joked gently nudging her back to the field.

"She's good." He told you smiling as he watched the game. "I mean, she likes Mo. Salah. He's a big role model for her, I wouldn't be surprised if she pulls off one of his victory dances.

"Cover number 6!" He called getting back in the game. You chuckled smiling to yourself. A ring pulled you out of your concentration. Picking up your phone and moving away from the shouting Dutch man, you answered. "Salut . . . Oui, C'est Y/N . . . Oh— . . . Je— oui oui. Merci."

'Y/N? I've heard that before. Where?' Max thought turning to you. "What's wrong?" "I have to go down to the hospital. You stay here with Leila. Take the train home, she knows how." You pulled out your wallet, pulling out 50 euros, stuffing them in his back pocket. "Buy her an Oreo McFlurry from the McDonald's to the right of the trainstation."

You pulled his arm up, pulling a pen from your pocket as you scribbled your number down quickly on his skin. "Call me when you get home. Make sure Leila takes a shower, and don't let her close the door in case she slips so you can help her. Understood?" You were spitting information and more guidelines which overwhelmed your teammate.

"Don't. Don't mess up." You pointed at him before running off. "Okay . . ." He replied to no one confused.

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"Salut?" "Hey, it's me." "Hey Max." You greeted over the phone. He could hear you sigh in relief, making his heart itch worridly. "I did everything you told me." "Good good. Thank you, Max. I owe you big time." "It's alright, I had fun."

He smiled to himself, watching as Leila came over with hair brush and a hair tie. "I- ok." He mumbled shuffling backwards so she can sit between his legs. "Can you tell me what's wrong?" "It's, it's nothing you have to worry shouted it's ok." "Well it's definitely worrying you. And we're friends are we not? You can tell me."

Max pressed the phone between his ear and shoulder, beginging to brush Leila's hair gently. 'Friends.' You though breathing in. "Mar— my uncle." You corrected yourself knowing Leila was listening. "Got into cardiac arrest and he's in a comatose at the moment."

You felt your eyes tear up as you confessed, your breaths becoming short as you held sobs in. "I'm scared and I don't know what to do." "Do you want me to come?" "No, no." "OK. What do you need me to do." He paused with the brushing, listening to you intently.

". . . I want you to go to Hungary tomorrow like we planned. With Leila and Aussie. My PR manager can take Aussie off of you. And if you could keep an eye on Leila for just two days. Just two days. Thursday and Friday. I swear I'll make it up to you—" "—Hey. You don't owe me anything." He affirmed, starting to brand Leila's hair. ". . . Thank you, Max. Really."

To say that Max's feeling for you were resurfacing was no lie. You had invited him to your house and had given him a nice week off where he could meet the real Seventeen.

The feelings were stronger no doubt.

17: where's my silverstone win?

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[stuckyrogersbarnes]

'Now, dont be a naughty little slut, Y/n.'

(Bucky & Thor smut)

Warnings: Double penetration, edging, degrading kink, edging.

Word count - 1.1K

Female Reader

You had had a tiring day at work. You worked as Tony Stark's assistant since Pepper and Tony got married. You loved your job, but sometimes it was too time-consuming for you to release, if you know, you know. You sigh as you get out of the shower, your hair is wet and you are wearing your new dark red lace panties and an oversized red t-shirt. You had assumed no one was up at this time of night so you didn't bother making an effort to wear anything else. You lived in the compound with everyone else, they were usually asleep by 11 pm. Whereas you, were usually asleep by 2. You walk downstairs to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water. You take it towards your lips but then your head bumps into the fridge and all the water spills over you. Your nipples harden at the cold sensation of water and your clit instantly gets swollen after not having any contact with anything for the past few months. "Fuck." You whisper. Not only are you wet from the outside, but the inside too. You hear two different laughs behind you. You freeze. "Oh, looks like she finally heard us." You hear a familiar voice say. You turn back, only to see the two hottest men in the compound - Bucky and Thor. They were standing about 5 feet from you, your legs bare, your nipples hard and your pussy drenched. "Hi, boys. I didn't know you were up." You try to sound as confident as you can. "Oof, look at those tiny little nipples," Bucky remarks, you had never heard him talk like that. "Mmm, yeah they look yummy," Thor smirks. "What are you doin' up so late, doll?" bucky asks, "N-nothing. Just getting some water." "Oh yeah, and how's that working out for you?" Thor asks as he steps forward, you can feel his cool breath on your forehead. He was about a foot taller than you, but he was leaning down. You look down. "Oh, she's shy." you hear Bucky come closer. "Don't be shy, y/n" you hear Bucky say on your left as Thor slides his hand up your right thigh. Your breath became uneven. Bucky's hand touches your ribcage, climbing up, slowly. "Tell us to stop, doll. We will." You look up. "No, please don't." "Oh, look at that, looks like she's craving some good cock 'eh?" You look at Thor as he connects his finger on your clit on top of your panties. At the same time, bucky's fingers squeeze your nipples, tight. You moan and fall back. Thor grabs you with his other hand. "Be careful sweetheart." he chuckles. 

Bucky picks you up and puts you on the counter, "Now be quiet doll. We don't want the others hearing you, do we?" You shake your head. "No." "No what?" "Sir?" "Good girl." He takes your t-shirt off and they both groan at the sight of your bare nipples. Bucky and Thor each latch onto one of them. You hold back a moan. Thor's hand begins to circle your throbbing clit, you already begin to shake. "Look at that, she's already about to come." They smirk. They back away and take off their shorts. Only for you to discover, that they weren't wearing any underwear. You swallow at the sight in front of you. They were both gigantic. Bucky was huge, but Thor was humongous. You reach your hand down to your panties and begin to rub. "Now, don't be a naughty little slut, Y/n," Thor growls. You whimper. They both slowly come towards you. Bucky drops to his knees and swiftly licks up your slit. Thor grabs his cock and begins to stroke it. You moan at the sensation of Bucky's eyes tongue inside you. You shut your eyes, unable to keep them open. "Uh uh. Keep your eyes wide open Y/n. look at me." Thor commands. "Fuck." you moan, about to come. You open your eyes. You begin to shake again, you can feel your stomach churning. Bucky groans. Just as you're about to orgasm, bucky stops. You whine at the loss of contact.  

"Get on all fours, Y/n. And remember, the safe word is Red." Thor says. "Ye-yes sir," you say getting on all fours. "What's the magic word?" bucky asks. "It's red, sir." "Good slut." You feel Thor's cock at the tip of your asshole, grab some lube from his pocket and thrusts his whole length into your tight, unused asshole. "Fuck, you've never been fucked in the ass have you?" "No sir." You groan at the pain. "I thought a whore like you would have been." You moan as he begins to thrust. Open up wide for me Y/n" Bucky stations himself in front of you. You open your mouth for him. You suck on his tip, glistening with pre-cum. You take in his full length, without gagging. "Fuck, you're so good at this. Good whore." Thor slaps your butt, you moan, making Bucky's cock twitch. "Fuck me, Barnes." You moan. "Oh. Look who's giving me orders." they both chuckle. "Beg for it, slut." "Please! Please sir i need you. Help your little slut." You whimper. "Whatever you say, doll." Thor pulls out and carries you to the couch. Bucky lies down and you climb on top of his cock. Your pussy had never had such a large length, you loved every inch of it. Thor enters from behind. Your scream gets cut off by Bucky's lips on yours. "These doors aren't soundproof Y/n," he warns. They both begin to thrust, giving you a feeling that you had never felt before. 

You begin to see stars, and both your pussy and ass hole clench around their cocks, you hold back your scream as you come all over their cocks. They don't stop. They start to go faster, harder. Making you squirt all over them, again. "Oof, look at that. Our little slut knows how to squirt." Thor says in a growl. "Yes, she does." They re-enter you, bucky takes his finger down to your clit and begins to rub. You moan, on edge again. They pull out as you squirt on them again. Bucky moans as he comes on your clit and thor on your ass cheek. You moan at the warm feeling of their come. 

"Did you enjoy that, Y/n?"  Bucky asks. "Yes sir." "Good girl," Thor says.

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

ok so, hello first of all!

i really like your thoughts & analyses abt vita. so im curious about what you think about her becoming a Masked Fool in part 2 and her relationship with sparkle?

personally, her becoming a fool seemed odd to me? like. vita's whole thing is freedom, being unchained by Gods and the Divine, so I can't rlly see her following an aeon, like if she really had to elation is the best choice i suppose (bc, and correct me if im wrong, she wants to live an enjoyable fun and have fun freely) but following an aeon at all seemed odd to me. esp bc she's friends (? you never know with vita i suppose, but they seemed pretty close) with sparkle. afaik of hsr, masked fools are a spectrum. some fools find elation and joy in helping others and some find violence for shits and giggles entertaining and sparkle is more the latter right? like vita is all about having fun and all, but i never got the sense that she enjoys pointless violence. hell, she even calls the gang's attempts to fight her and kira's (or prometheus', i dont remember) death "boring" in the salt snow city arc. if she was someone who enjoyed violence for the sake of it, she wouldn't be so straight-laced and stoic. and yeah she laughs and smiles in some parts, but she's clearly not enjoying it. even in the cg where she's standing over a dying prometheus her face is completely blank.

anyway yeah, vita joining the masked fools kind of raised a question mark from me. i guess i can both see it but also not? what are your thoughts on it? and also if you disagreed with my reading of vita here please say it, im always curious to hear more about her!

My understanding is less that the Masked Fools enjoy violence specifically, and more that they find everything funny to extremes. Vita doesn't say sure when Sparkle suggests blowing up the Solar System, she just gently goes yeaahh I'll consider it. Sparkle is the extreme here.

See! The thing is the Masked Fools' masks are an invitation to a funny kids club and a power boost, it comes with zero actual obligation. If anything she's just using Aha's blessing for her own plans— and said boost may or may not grant her power according to the Rule of Funny, so that could be really interesting (like, if Aha can just decide to make a worm a near-Aeon being for the funnies, They can also make Vita overpowered because it'll be funny).

Aha also has no desire to actually control people the way Sa did, so her religious trauma isn't triggered the way Leylah does it. They're just here because they think the universe is pointless and that's hilarious; pretty close to Vita's own... positive cynicism?

See this museum entry in Phosphorus for what I mean:

"Always have hope for tomorrow, and always do your best every day." What exactly does "hope" mean? Praying for God's favor? The fabrication of illusory fantasies? Painkillers to numb the pain? In the end, it's just a more honorable form of superstition. Ah… Isn’t it a bit of an overstatement? After all, I still like the word "hope". Just like I like my own name~

So I don't find it that odd. I'm kinda happy she's making friends and finding people she can get along with :D Though I don't think Sparkle is gonna be a good influence on her in the long run... she doesn't really do emotional vulnerability, which Vita's gonna uh, need eventually. I don't think she is fine.

Vita is basically finding solace in laughing at the fourth wall with someone who shares her ironic cynicism towards the pointlessness of it all. Is that healthy or a good thing for everyone else? EHHHHHH

[noeggets]

Noeggets has a lot of deep thoughts about Shadow's characterization

it's so sad that Shadow was only a project to gerald, like we all joke /think that Shadow was "part of the family" but he was only a cure to Maria, that man was not as good a person as we think he was IM NOt SAYING HE WAS BAD but i usually see him depicted as super super kind to Shadow but i was reading the lore of SA2 and watching an analysis video and if the president never asked him to make whatever he asked him to make Shadow very well would not have been created.

It's so dark and so sad, like he manipulated Shadow when he went insane how do you think it feels to Shadow to know the person who made him didn't truly love him? like neither of the things that created/help create Shadow really truly loved him, he's only a cure, he's just a thing to reach immortality, he very well could be immortal himself, Shadow i don't think he can die cause he was created to not be able to catch any disease and be immortality it's self.

How do you think that feels? to just be a thing? Biolizard is just a failed attempt at making Shadow based on Chaos, those Chaos things in the ARK are failed attempts at Shadow also based on Chaos, i never knew this until i read the wiki 2 days ago SA2 has such a dark story i feel so bad for Shadow

re-thinking what i used to think about IDW Shadow lemme explain

And now that i know all this about Shadow the way he acts in IDW makes a little more sense to me, we all thought he was stupid when Sonic said "don't touch those zobot guys you'll turn into one" and Shadow was all "yeah, i dont care this wont effect me" HE WAS LIKE THIS FOR TWO REASONS

he was mad at Sonic cause his whole thing i want to achieve world peace i already talked about how IDW Shadow doesn't have as much compassion as the Shadow we all know from any other game but this is Eggman we're talking about, with everything Eggman's done up to this point do you think Shadow believes there is any good in him when he rarely does anything good Shadow has seen? Time eater, Sonic unleashed, Shadow is not ignorant to Eggman waking up a monster inside the planet everybody whether we seen them or not knows sonic unleashed happen, Sonic brings up sonic unleashed in IDW so it canonly happened. i remember reading that Knuckles and Shadow were gonna be in Sonic unleashed and if that's true SHADOW IS AWARE OF THIS

Eggman is a threat to the world to Shadow but he allowed the doctor to be cause Sonic keeps him check, Sonic is starting to be "unable" to keep him in check from Shadow's view, Shadow was there in forces, he witness what Eggman did to greenhill, he fought infinite who is a merc hired by Eggman mercs off people, Shadow is trying to save people that's his whole thing. After what happen to Shadow in Episode Shadow in forces do you think Shadow would hold any sympathy for Eggman the next time he physically see's him? After what he did to the world, after what he did to Omega? right in front of his eyes? Using Infinite to corrupt Omega and scare him Shadow cares about Omega that's his friend i had a point but i forgot it dang it anyway Shadow was in the war,

i remembered it a little bit i think i think i was gonna say something about when GUN sent Shadow to rescue Omega idk i haven't touched forces in sometime, and Shadow didn't come back as well as Omega. Eggman immobilized Shadow Shadow does not think the world is safe with Eggman around i think that was my point i don't remember...

ANYWAY that's why when Shadow came to see mr tinker he was pissed that Sonic allowed Eggman to be, this is dangerous to Shadow. when Shadow was getting mad at Sonic cause Sonic was preaching let Mr. Tinker live Shadow was thinking about the bigger picture: This man is terrorizing people and the only way to keep everyone safe is getting rid of him, this may be the only chance we get, but he let him live because Sonic explained that Shadow did bad things in the past as well so does that mean Shadow gets to go down with Eggman?

Shadow was mad at Sonic and the mess he made, Shadow was being compassionate i just didn't see it or understand it until now, it shocked him greatly when he was consumed by metal virus because he truly believed he could not catch a disease, this is a disease, so he wasn't being stupid i will admit he should have been more cautious not to put it to the test if it would work on him but Shadow was so sure he couldn't catch it, cause he believed he can't catch any KNOWN diseases this was a new disease his body wasn't created to understand therefore it works on him.

We thought SEGA didn't know what they were doing when they were writing IDW Shadow BUT THEY KNEW WHAT THEY WERE DOING people probably don't even care or remember about when that issue came out and everyone got so mad that Shadow was written "wrong" and being "stupid" but now that i have a understanding i think understand what he was doing and his thought process.

Shadow is moving up on my favorite list for this i feel so bad for Shadow F in the chat for Shadow his story is so sad like really. also heres an old thing i did that's really valid now

[strawberrylabs]

Whumptober day 2 with Alhaitham!

prompt: "They don't care about you"

Whumptober masterlist

Summary: You should've listened to your friends when they warned you about the acting grand sage

Warnings: Alhaitham kinda a bitch, gaslighting, manipulation, neglect, mildly yandere themes, toxic relationship, fighting, alludes to character death, derealisation

When your friends warned you about dating Alhaitham you didn't listen to them.

"He doesn't seem like the relatioinship type."

"He's too disconnected"

"There's something strange about the way he looks at you.."

But you brushed them off. You were in love after all.

And besides, he loved you too! He must have loved you, why else would the stoic Acting Grand Sage himself agree to date you?

Besides, your relationship was great! Alhaitham told everyone about your relationship. He bragged about you all the time!

You never really paid attention to the fact he made extra sure to mention it to Kaveh whenever you saw him.

Your relationship was so sweet! Alhaitham plans weekly date nights which eventually become so frequent that everynight is date night!

You brush off your friends complaints that they never see you anymore.

Alhaitham is so observant and caring! He let you know as soon as he realised how distant your friends have been lately. You know you spend lots of time with your lover, but its not like you're with him 24/7!

You dont acknowledge that Alhaitham encouraged you to take night classes to avoid them. He said that if they were really your friends, they would change their schedule for you.

Alhaitham is so smart. This one time your friends tried to convince you that Alhaitham was manipulating you into cutting contact with them. They tried to convince you to leave him! You almost believed them, but luckily Alhaitham pointed out how flawed their logic was, and scared them into never going near you again.

You push the thoughts of what they said deep into your mind, too afraid to admit they may be right.

Alhaitham gets so overprotective of you, its cute! One time Kaveh came up to you and tried to lie to you saying Alhaitham didn't actually love you.

"I made some stupid comment about how he can do anything but keep a partner and he flipped!

When your friends tried to tell you, he pushed them away because he can't risk you leaving him and proving me right!

Don't you see? He's sick in the head!

He's manipulating you into letting him be your only human contact so you stay with him! You have to leave before it gets worse!"

Before you could even begin to entertain the idea, Alhaitham appeared from behind you and began punching Kaveh. It's a goof thing he was there, you were almost starting to believe the architect!

You can never manage to recall what happened after, as if you blacked out the second Kaveh fell unconscious. But you vaguley remember that Alhaitham didn't stop and, and the macabre crack of bone. Or perhaps the crack was within your mind? You can't tell.

Alhaitham is so kind. When you mentioned you hadn't seen your friends for a while, he enlightened you by saying they were toxic, and abandoned you.

"They don't care about you."

His words were cold, and unlike you had ever heard him before.

You decided you would do you studies at home from then on.

You wondered why Alhaitham already had the paper work ready the second you mentioned it. You also tried not to think about how you never left the house anymore. It was for the best right? yeah, of course it was!

Alhaitham was so loving! He went out and worked so much to provide for you both. Sometimes, he even got home before midnight so you could spend and hour with him before you both went to bed!

You felt bad whenever he told you he was too tired to entertain you. But it's ok, you know he's just exhausted!

One time you tried to say you were exhausted too. He spoke coldly towards you, saying you dont know the meaning of the word.

But you do know right?

Or don't you?

You can't recal.

Alhaitham is so considerate! He's so busy now, he barely has time to speak to you at all. But that's ok! He still acknowledges you! He even says hello some days!

Or does he? When was the last time he said you name? When was the last time you spoke to someone?

But you're talking to yourself now, doesn't that count?

No, talking to yourself doesn't count!

You wish you could talk to your friends.

Where are they? Are they alive? Were you alive?

What are you?

Oh yeah. You're Alhaitham's lover.

Oh yeah. Maybe you should have listened to you friends.

Maybe you should have listened to your friends while you still could.

I wont lie, this was super fun to write. Hope you liked it!

[mikiemcsmitty]

Fictober Day 1

prompt: "That was good work"

Fandom: Supernatural

Character: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Rating: General

Summary:

Sam's POV: Dean attending Sam's school play "Our Town" (as referenced by Dean in season 1 episode 16)

Dad’s not here.

Of course, Dad’s not here, Sam thought to himself as he peeked out from the curtain. 

Ever since he became a teenager and started developing his own interests, John had started giving him less and less attention. All of his parental attention was reserved for Sam’s more hunting-inclined older brother. 

It wasn’t like Sam was really vying for his father’s attention in the first place; after all, John had no interest in anything but the chase. ‘Finding the thing that killed Mom’ had been his life goal for as long as Sam could remember. There wasn’t really room for John to be a dad to kids who weren't his perfect little soldiers. Dean could play that role well, but Sam… Sam wanted to have a normal life. A life that John couldn’t give him. At 8 years old Dean had to be the one to teach him how to throw a baseball and at 11 Uncle Bobby had to be the one to teach him how to ride a bike. All John did was teach him how to load a pump action shotgun with rock salt. 

Sam was used to being dropped in a random motel in a random state to get through half a semester before being picked up to start over somewhere else. Six months was the longest he had ever been at one school. This new school in Colorado was nothing different. At least it wouldn’t be different if it wasn't his first semester alone, but Sam was starting his sophomore year without Dean. Ever since dropping out of high school to be a full-time hunter, Dean was hardly around anymore. 

With all this newfound free time Sam decided to look into after-school activities to keep his mind off of how alone he now felt. It also let him stay at school longer so he didn’t have to walk half a mile back to an empty motel room so soon. 

Drama club wouldn’t have been his first choice but the kids seemed nice and sometimes they would practice until 11 pm on Fridays so it was perfect for keeping busy. 

Sam had an unnatural talent for acting developed from the years of having to lie to everyone around him including his own father sometimes. This landed him the role of George Gibbs, the male lead of the fall play.

-----

“So how's school going,” came Dean’s voice from the other end of the phone one week prior.

“It’s fine I guess,” Sam said flatly.

“Oh, come on you gotta tell me all the high school drama now that I'm not there to witness it myself.” 

“I… wouldn’t know.”

“Don't tell me you’re spending all your time in the library again.”

“No... Dean look I gotta go–”

“No no no come on Sammy tell me how it's really going.”

Sam sighs. He knew Dean wouldn't understand his sudden desire to act but he opened up anyway. “I joined the drama club…”

There was a pause on the other end. “...I leave you alone for 2 months and you've already gone full-fledged geek.” Even though they were talking on a phone Dean could swear he could hear Sam’s eyerolls. “So are you playing Dorthy or are you more of a wicked witch kind of guy.” 

“I’ll have you know I got the MALE lead roll,” Sam protested.

“Wait for real,” Dean said dropping the mocking tone. 

His sincerity made Sam get self-conscious again. “Yeah… look just… dont tell dad ok?”

“Why not I'm sure he’d love to know how you're doing.”

“If he wants to know he can call me himself…”

Dean nods softly even though Sam can’t see it. “Well look, I gotta go for real now but... what day is the play?”

“It's next Friday,” Sam said with a sigh.

“Alright break a leg.”

-----

Sam looked out into the crowd again watching as other kids' parents filed in. He knew Dean well enough to know he would tell their dad despite his wishes but Sam didn’t expect John to actually do anything with the information. Despite that feeling, he couldn't stop himself from scanning the crowd every few minutes while they waited to start. Sure enough, there wasn’t a single familiar face anywhere to be seen.

When it was finally time to start Sam took his position and waited for his queue. Once the curtain finally rose he looked out and that's when he saw him. Not his Dad but one better. His older brother. Dean Rushed in clearly disheveled from not showering after a run-in with a monster. He was standing in the back and breathing heavily from running to get there in time but that didn’t stop him from waving at his little brother when they locked eyes. 

"That was good work you did out there,” Dean said affectionately while ruffling Sam’s hair at the end of the show. 

"Just you?" Sam asked. He didn't have to specify, Dean knew what he meant. Sam was wondering if Dad was coming or had any intentions of coming.

"Just me," Dean responded.

[hostilemuppet]

So, backstory. I (39M) married my husband (29M) a few years ago (I was 36, he was 26). We got together after a passionate night of lovemaking in a motel room after meeting in a gay bar. I realised the next day that the handsome stranger was actually the guy who had made multiple attempts on one of my brothers (28M, then 24) life (dont ask why hes not in prison, money can accomplish anything) and figured out pretty quickly that he was using me to make my brother miserable. Now since he was playing with my heart, I thought that at least I should have my own fun, yknow? So I started messing with him a little, encouraging PDA that he wasn't really that interested in (were both pretty high profile so public image was important to him, and also im not sure if he even liked boys?), "influencing" him to buy me things I didnt need. I'm not a monster, I was just fucking with him a little for funsies.

Anyway eventually I asked if he actually loved me etc etc so he bought us cruise tickets and the proposal was beautiful and the ceremony even more so. He moved in and I let him bring very few of his belongings (hes a hippie). Soon we had twins (0F, 0M) (he stayed home while I worked (my job is not important)) and life was great. Soon the cat got let out the bag and he found out that I knew that he was trying to use me for my brother (who was also in on the situation). He said something about divorce so I threatened to tell everyone every little detail, even that /thing/ he likes. What followed was 8 more months of constant psychological warfare and the best sex I've ever had, until the unthinkable happened.

We actually started to fall for each other. Now I'm not proud, what with the twins and all, but I instantly filed for divorce (i am also a child of divorce, okay, I've got commitment issues and it made it too real, weve all got flaws). He got full custody and I got to return to my bachelor lifestyle. And it. was. MISERABLE. I missed him so much. I missed pissing him off. I missed when he'd get mad and put dairy milk in my coffee to make me sick. I missed the way every time we woke up hed say "morning, my bitch husband who I hate" and id call him sweetie and kiss him on the cheek as he stewed in rage. I even missed the kids!

A couple years (and several rehab admissions, mostly mine) later we ran into each other at some charity event that I don't even remember what was for. I asked him how the twins were doing. He said they were good. He said I was looking well. I returned the compliment. We both had some wine. Next thing I knew, it was morning and we were married again. Now, I know what you're thinking, but he said he missed me too, and yeah he's the only partner I've ever had that's lasted longer than 2 months so maybe I don't have the best history but I really think we can make it work this time!

Tl;dr: AITA for turning my little brothers mortal enemy gay?

Edit: stop asking who I am, none of you know who I am, I am anonymous, that is the point duh

Edit 2: i am not Floyd [lastname]-[lastname2]

Edit 3: I mean it, I am not Floyd. I dont care if the ages and timelines match up

Edit 4: just bc my husband is a hippie doesn't mean he's the only hippie you guys know of

Edit 5: a lot of celebrities have fraternal twins

Edit 6: fuck you guys

[leafing-charm-eb]

hi. i have an au to unpack so get ready wemen and men and people whose genders are bent

so... 2 much anxiety fairly oddparents au aha

SO BASICALLY its a pretty well known the fact that timmys life is miserable hence he got fairys but what if timmys parents are people who should get a divorce like if timmys parents isnt leaving timmy alone with vicky to do something and is at home they argue and what if timmy got cosmo and wanda a bit later than he did and what if vicky does things way worse.

so thats why timmy has so much anxiety for this au

now some of you may wonder from the fact that i am a nicktoons unite fan what happens in nicktoons unite!

well timmy isnt really so agressive only when provoked and since timmy already knows jimmy and trusts him he trusts the others too

now WHAT ABOUT MY DANNY AND TIMMY COUSINS HC (not the head cannon that timmy accidentally summons danny)

well for this i think the cousins never met each other till nu gang happened and LET ME TELL YA WHY

because for timmys parents and dannys parents just dont interact often. sure they call eachother from time to time but havent gone to each others places

or danny and timmy met before but timmy was so young he didnt remember (no this isnt a reference to forgor au i swear 😭)

im getting a bit off track so BACK TO 2ma

timmy before getting fairies (remember i said he got fairies later) sometimes cries himself to sleep or listen to music because timmys parents are so fucking loud when fighting at night.

the reason why cosmo and wanda was given to timmy later is because timmy would get vicky as a babysitter later because timmys parents are trying to fall in love again neglecting timmy

AND WHAT ABOUT CROCKEERRRR so crocker has a suspission to all of his class to have FAIRY 💥 GOD 💥 PARENTS (sorry i have to) and he does know that miserable children gets them (if you think about it timmys class are all miserable in thier own way like chester being poor but he shrugs it off.

timmy however before getting fairies is already having too much anxiety (see what i did there) and pretty much everyone notices that but his parents because they are lumps of shit so crocker began looking for evidence of fairy yod parents on timmy which well since timmy didnt have fairies yet and from how much crocker keeps looking there is no fairies he even asked timmy himself if he had fairies and timmy look up to crocker anxiety gilled thinking he missed something and ask whats a FAIRY 💥 GOD 💥 PARENTS and crocker still keeps looking but he just finds out timmy doesnt have fairies and how miserable timmy is to the point hes crying himself to sleep so he shrug it off and just thought timmy is just miserable but not miserable enough to have fairies. until timmy just shows up to class without anxiety and everyone is worried but that was the day timmy gets his fairies and as days go on and crocker gets suspicions again and boom the fop series but ill cut after poof seasons because no.

timmy is still a rulebreaker and even after getting fairies he still have anxiety becuase anxiety doesnt go away like that

but wait i have to talk about something..

JIMMYTIMMYPOWERHOUR

so yeah remember i said in the nicktoons unite bit that timmy trusts jimmy from jtph? yeah so-

timmy accidentally wishes to go there right and then met jimbo and hes a mad fuck lmfao.

it basically went "what the fuck who are you" "IM SORRY I DIDNT M-MEANT TO GET HERE I- I GOT HERE BY AC-ACCIDENT I DONT KNOW THIS PLACE WHERE AM I IM S-SORRY IF I BROKE ANYTHING IM SORRY-" aha..

and yknow the whole jtph happened but timmy have anxiety and stutters alot... alot.

lets just say for this au jimmy is the one who gets feelings first

so what about the other 2 jtph well its practically the same but yknow timmy anxiety and stutter but from one to another it lowers down.

EXTRAS

REMEMBER MY DANNY GETS SUMMONED BY TIMMY ACCIDENT HC? YEAH HE DID ACCIDENTALLY DO THAT AND BRO 2MA TIMMY IS APOLOGIZING SO MUCH BRUV

also uhh drawings of him becuase 💔

the first 2 i actually shared in discord earlier

gonna make more content for this but feel free to use this au

oh and one more thing to note here when hanging out with the nu gang as buddies not beating up baddies when timmy meets gary he loves him. he practically loves all pets but gary is just yes there is no meaning behind it just timother loevs snials

[unablethethird]

60. how are you?

3- yeah but I think it's more of the thought of them than their actual self 4-Going to university and studying psychology 5-my frens/moots 6-My bad memory is both a blessing and a curse, but with the power of forgetting comes the guilt of not remembering

7-genuinely think it was the worst year of my life lol, i can't imagine going through that again 8-Yeah, i cry easily in general lol 9-Does my sister count 10-Very, mostly because my base facial expression is :| so unless im trying hard to mask, or you know me well, you will not know lol 11- Nope, i forgot to put it on but im wearing my headphones 12-To wake up as a random cis boy 13- a little scared/paranoid, but distracting myself with tumblr

15- No self awareness, bad memory, smart dumbass, irresponsible, cringe, sincere, accomadating, i will yap for 100 years or not at all, no inbetween 16-I mean, hasn't everyone 17-They suck to have but they exist and i think its normal to have one thing ur insecure about [as long as you don't obsess over it] 18-Kind of? Like if i could choose different options. But if i couldnt choose then HELL NO 19-nope 20-

21- 14, 27/11/2009 [dd/mm/yyyy] 23- my friends hating me, forgetting, never being okay 24-166cm

25-My friends, not even joking 26-again, my friends 27- feeling negative feelings, people being assholes for no reason, my memory 28-If you're my friend and your vibe isnt bad 29- The lorax 30-Hazbin/murder drones 31- A) The epidermis can't bleed, it has no blood vessels B) Hitler was high for most of WWII C) Theres proof that hitler might have been a closseted gay [and killed people to hide it] Bonus fact: snakes smell with their tongues 32) Used to be mainly guys but im at a single sex school so its girls now 33) To play anything cool, to say no 34) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 35) Sport 36) A) be a psychologist B) Be a good,happy human C) make my frens happy

37)idk much about acting but that beetlejuice guy is cool as heck 38) Im a basic bitch but john mullaney 39) I love playing all sports, but my favorite is either dodgeball or basketball [this does not mean im good at them though /silly] 40) me and my old family friends would phsycially fight for fun a lot, and so one day as our parents took us to the park, we went on a big hill and we started fighting eachother, and it was a 3 on 1 [well, yeah my sister was there but she didn't fight and all she did was run, so nobody went after her], and i still fucking won, the self esteem boost was crazy

41) *insert joke about me and fictional character* 42) Girl in pieces, i have never not cried when reading it 43) I cant choose 44) i dont talk to people so idk 45)

49) The arcade, playing pump it up 50) that'd dox em and i dont have pics of my moots 51) Sag 52) im kinda good at reading intentions 53) 1-frens 2-music 3-Fanfiction 4-psychology 5-research 54) if i say it i'll get more anxious lol 55) moots=frens 56) Cheese 57)Foxes!!! Especially red or black ones 58) Their username starts with Z, their pfp shows their oc underwater, and they have a don :3 59) I needed to read a fancomic on undertale but i had to make an account

[wilsons-striped-ties]

november tc challenge (days 1-30 one shot)

by @faszaakisshobbi

1. what does your tc teach & do they teach you?

history and yeah, from year three to four

2. if you could pick their outfit for the day what would it be?

okay he always wears the same things but i have an attachment to his dark blue dress shirt and dark grey pants sooooo

3. what’s their personality like? ( eg. are they loud or quiet? enthusiastic or fairly reserved? )

he's quiet but able to socialize, and hes really thoughtful and sweet and really enthusiastic in a gentle way when hes passionate

4. are they married? got any kids?

married with three kids :'

5. what’s your favourite memory with them?

im always torn between most of our memories together but i think when i gave him his cupcakes, or maybe during teachers day when we were walking together down to the canteen, we were talking about a rather depressing topic of my college LMAO but it was really nice talking to him in a softer situation, seeing the gentleness in his eyes, it was really comforting talking to him again

6. what was your first impression of them?

that he was scary looking LMAO

7. what’s your favourite thing about them (physically or personality wise)

physically, his dimples or his eyes. personality, his thoughtfulness or his memory, hes always remembering things about me and its really nice because almost no one does that

8. do you have a song that you associate with them? if so, what is it?

maybe secret love song by little mix or dandelions by ruth b, but fundamentally hes super lana coded but i do have a really complicated attachment to him and yellow by coldplay so there's that

9. have you ever had an argument with them? if so, what about?

phew nope

10. are you attracted to them romantically? or platonically?

i think a mix between platonic and romantic, its like a silly crush but still i am deeply attached to him emotionally

11. if they kissed you (and it wasn’t illegal) what would you do?

i would just short circuit

12. do you think they know about your crush?

i dont know, but ive made my favoritism towards him very obvious HAHHA

13. what would be your ideal date with them?

walking around with him and just talking about anything and everything, holding hands and maybe going to a museum with him too

14. do you have any inside jokes? if you feel comfortable sharing, what are they?

nope unfortunately :' but now we do talk about the day i gave him passion fruit cupcakes for his birthday HAHAHA

15. how often do you see them?

almost every time i go back to my high school

16. have you ever cried over your tc? if so, why?

thankfully not with him

17. what did they do their degree in? is it the subject they teach now?

I HAVE NO IDEA but i am dying to know what his degree is

18. do they do any sport? if so, what?

he does play soccer quite well and he runs too, but im not sure how often, he is a huge soccer fan though. he did say he'd drop by to the table tennis club and play with me one day if he's free, but that was last year during my table tennis finals competition so i doubt he remembers but oh wellsss :'

19. what do you think they do in their spare time?

i think he would spend time with his family, he looks like he reads too

20. do you have any photos with them? if so, how did you get them?

YASS i have like at least six and i just ask him for them HAHHA he always gives in to me :'

21. do you plan on staying in contact after you leave?

yess we are still staying in contact-ish? im still going back to my high school and seeing him around and talking to him!

22. what’s your favourite scenario you’ve made up in your head about them?

us just talking about life and holding hands, i dont know why but im really obsessed with holding his hand, it just seems so comforting to me???

23. have you ever seen them outside of school?

NO BUT I WANT TO

24. does anyone else know about your crush? who?

like my sister teases me about it, my junior is done with my bs and that's probably about it? almost everyone knows i favour him but they dont know my obsession i guess

25. what animal do they remind you of?

i used to think a tiger but then i decided agaisnt it and im thinking a mix between a wolf and a fox

26. do you know when their birthday is? would you get them a gift?

YESSS i baked passion fruit cupcakes for him!!

27. how did you realise you were in love with them? was it love at first sight? or gradual?

i think ive always been in love with him, my heart knew but my brain took a regretfully long time to catch up, mistaking it for just curiosity :'

28. do they drink / smoke that you know of?

he probably drinks, probably doesnt smoke but it would be hot if he did both AHAHHAH but oh wells

29. if you could reenact a movie scene with them (from any movie!) what would it be? which character would you be and which would they be?

my brain just popped the proposal into my head, the part where andrew says "marry me, because i'd like to date you" and as a kid it was the most romantic thing ive ever seen or heard but i dont know, i'd love to do a ballroom dancing scene with him, or maybe something from lalaland, he feels like a lalaland coded person I DONT KNOW

30. what’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had about them?

i have no idea actually, i dont often dream of him