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pandorxxx · 1 year

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Hard to please

Neteyam x Omatikayan fem reader (all aged up)

Warnings: Cursing, fingering, p in v, bratty reader, brat-tamer Neteyam, dom-Neteyam, multiple orgasms, squirting, choking, oral (for like 2 seconds, nothing crazy), bondage.

Synopsis: it’s finally your 21st birthday, and every warrior has pitched in to make sure that their favorite girl gets whatever she wants. They all have eyes for you, but you have eyes for one, and one only…

Outfit/Hair inspo:

You were the most spoiled girl in the clan. Your father, being jakes right hand man and your mother being one of the greatest hunters. You were automatically among the elite kids in the clan. You were very prissy, not one to get your hands dirty. Your father got you everything you wanted, and he spoiled the hell out of you. Every girl wanted to be you, and every male wanted to be WITH you. You were one of, if not THE most popular girl in the clan.

So, when your 21st birthday rolled around, you better believe it was the most talked about event all year. It was so big that your father and Jake sat down with many of the warriors to plan this out. It was endless nights of building and preparation, and every warrior in the clan was hands on. It didn’t take much for the young warriors to agree to such a task, considering it was all for you.

To say that you had every male warrior around your age wrapped around your finger was an understatement. They all wanted you, and would do anything to get you. Even if that meant signing up to help with a stupid girly birthday bash.

“Shit, this turned out kinda nice.” Lo’ak smiled, hands on his hips as he looked around the forest, admiring all of the work he and the other warriors put in for your party. There was no theme in particular, your only rule was the main color being PINK. And so, what y/n wants, y/n gets.

Pink lights hung from the tall trees, illuminating the forest just right. Pink balloons, streamers, and glitter imported from earth. This idea had been in your head ever since you were 16 years old, and your father did everything in his power to make sure everything was the way you wanted it. Beautifully decorated desserts sat on a long pink table. Along with all of the alcohol possible. It was truly a fairytale.

“Well, anything y/n wants, y/n gets. I hope she likes it with her ungrateful ass.” Neteyam spoke with a drink in hand, watching the forest fill up with members of the clan.

“She better like it. I’ve got glitter in places glitter shouldn’t fucking be.” Lo’ak scoffed, rolling his eyes. Neteyam followed with a snicker.

“Tell me about it. I’ve been washing pink paint and glitter off of my body for the past couple of weeks.” Neteyam sighed, taking another swig of his drink. The brothers slowly looked at eachother, silence falling between them before the famous line left their lips in unison.

“aNytHinG fOr y/N!” They mocked, bursting out into roaring laughter. It was sad but true. You had every warrior right where you wanted them, and that included Neteyam and Lo’ak. They’d do anything to see your spoiled ass happy. Not to mention you were hard to please.

Suddenly, the lights went low. Literally turning the entire forest a deep pink shade. The music cut, as your father took the main stage that the warriors hand built and painted pink for you.

“I just have a few words before we reveal my beautiful baby girl.” Your father started, immediately quieting the clan. He sighed with admiration before speaking again.

“Y/n, my daughter, my princess. We have been planning this party ever since you were 16 years old, and now…Tis finally time. Tonight is all about you, and I hope you have the best time. I love you so much baby girl.” He finished. The crowd immediately clapping for him.

“Now, I would like to turn the mic over to Jake. I believe he has a few words.” Your father spoke before handing the mic off to Jake.

“Yes, thank you. Firstly, I want to start off by wishing y/n a very happy birthday. I’ve known her all of her life. And she has grown to be a beautiful, lovely young lady.” Jake started with a lighthearted smile.

“Yeah, she’s grown alright. Have you seen that ass? Eywa took her precious fucking ti-“ lo’ak whispered before Neteyam covered his mouth. “HUSH!” Neteyam strained, trying to hold in his laugh.

“I want to thank my warriors for setting this entire party up. I’ve never seen them volunteer for something so goddamn fast.” Jake joked, eyeing all of his warriors all knowingly causing them to erupt into laughter.

“Anyway, I hope you have a great time baby girl. We all love you. Tonight’s all about you.” Jake ended, causing the crowd to hoot and hollar. Suddenly, The brightest pink light flashed on you and your friends in your own private section. Gasps from the girls and whistles from the men filled the forest.

Your hair was twisted in the front, as loose curls hung down your back. Decorated with gorgeous pink accessories. Your body was covered in loose glitter, glowing under the bright lights. Your outfit was revealing, diamond embroidered nonetheless. Diamond chains hanging down your waist. Diamond chains laid perfecting along your round ass. Your thigh-band matched your diamond outfit perfectly as well as your other accessories. You smiled, blowing kisses into the crowd as you waved at everyone.

“Oh my…” lo’ak spoke in a trance like state, watching as you stood up to spin around, showing off your little outfit. “Mmm that girl is practically fucking naked. Who ever made that outfit needs a raise or something.” Lo’ak continued, eyeing you up and down before licking his lips.

“Mhm.” Neteyam hummed, watching you through his predatory gaze. Muscles flexed as he clenched and unclenched his jaw. You and Neteyam were kind of close, considering both of your fathers brotherhood. He really couldn’t stand your attitude. You were rude, cocky, and prissy. Your relationship was mostly him giving and you taking, without as much as a simple thank you. If it wasn’t for his father, he would’ve been taken care of that bratty attitude of yours. There was no denying that he was sexually attracted to you. Hell, every warrior was. And tonight just amplified it.

The music turned back on, and the party resumed. You spent your time mingling with everyone there. Singing and dancing with your friends, and drinking/smoking the entire time. Until it was gift time. This was always your favorite part of any celebration. Even though the only person who was good at giving you gifts was your father, he knew you so well.

The warriors fell in line, right in-front of you. Most of them bowing at your feet before handing you their gifts. They all ranged from handmade jewelry, cloths, and accessories. Nothing that really peeked your interest.

“Lo’ak, what the hell is this?” You smiled sarcastically, holding a very short pink loincloth with “lo’aks property” written across it in black glitter.

“Oh, come on mama! you know we would be good together. Just thought everyone else should know that ass belongs to me.” He shot you a cheesy smile, rubbing his hands together as if he just gave you a block of gold. You couldn’t hold your laugh in as much as you tried.

“Tempting. It’s too small.” You giggled, holding it up with your finger. He smirked, eyeing you up and down. “Exactly.” He whispered, biting his lip with a stupid smile on his face.

“Yeah Yeah, where’s your brother?” You rolled your eyes before blushing slightly at just the mere thought of Neteyam.

“Bro, I don’t know. I don’t care either. Kiss me already!” He spoke in an irritated tone, puckering his lips as he closed his eyes. You threw the loincloth at him, landing perfectly on his head.

“Kiss that.” You laughed, your friends right behind you. And the gifts just kept coming. Warrior after warrior. Same old same old. Until one of your favorite ones stepped up, stealing your undivided attention.

“Y/n, you look beautiful as always.” Said Nazu before signing a greeting. He was one of the most promising warriors in the clan around your age. He was strong, confident, sexy and you couldn’t deny that.

“I know I’m pretty. Give me the gift now.” You spoke sensually, bringing him closer by his war belt. He smiled, eyeing you up and down before following your orders. He handed you the box, both of you locking eyes as you took it out of his hand. Your gaze met the box as you untied it. The most beautiful headpiece you’d ever seen shimmered under the pink lights. Encrusted with rare pink diamonds, only the most skilled hunter would be able to find. You and your friends audibly gasped. Your mouth hung opened in shock. Nazu was visibly proud. Proud that he impressed you, and that was very hard to do.

“A headpiece I made myself. Your favorite colored diamonds are woven together, see? Only fit for a queen, such as yourself.” He explained, his voice low, as he admired his handy work in your hand.

“Oh my eywa, Nazu….” You spoke in a surprised tone. Admiring the headpiece before meeting his gaze. “You’re always the best gift giver.” You smiled, immediately placing the headpiece on. And ofcourse it went with your outfit so well. Everything on your body was dripping with diamonds, so expensive as it all danced under the low lights. He was utterly speechless as he admired everything about you, eyeing you up and down with a slight smirk.

“Y/n, if you’d do me the honor, I want to court you. I’d take such good care of you, better than any of these other warriors and you know that. I’d give you the life you deserve, and you wouldn’t have to lift a finger. I’d shower you with gifts like this everyday.” He confessed, bringing your dainty hands to his lips, leaving a small kiss as he stared into your soul. You couldn’t help but smile, listening to the same old song you heard from the warriors before him. His hands shifted to your back, scooting you closer to the edge of your throne with aggression. He leaned down to your ear, placing a soft kiss.

“I’d fuck you right. However you want it, whenever you want it. It’s all yours, my love.” He spoke sensually in your ear, sliding his hands down your back to grip your ass. He was making you hot. He knew what he wanted and he went for it, there’s nothing more attractive than that. But you couldn’t help but turn your attention to the warrior behind him. The last warrior of the night. Neteyam stood tall, gift in hand as he glared at the scene unfolding in-front of him. He huffed with every breath, face screwed in anger.

“As tempting as that sounds. I would be a liar if I said I didn’t have eyes for another.” You hummed, staring directly at Neteyam, making sure he heard every word. He smirked, shaking his head all knowingly. Nazu let you go, backing up to look at you. He scoffed, placing his hands on his hips as he looked around.

“Ha! Who? Who could you possibly want more than me?!!” He shouted, eyebrow cocked as he waited for an answer. You looked back at Neteyam briefly, as he seemed to be in defense mode, just in case he need to kick Nazu’s ass for the way he was shouting at you.

“I want you! Can’t you see?!” Nazu growled lowly, gripping your dainty arm tightly. Shaking you out of your trance.

“Move.” Neteyam said firmly, standing directly behind Nazu. His lip twitching with anger as his tail swayed high in defense. Your eyes went from the grip on your arm to Neteyam within an instant. Nazu huffed, letting you go harshly before throwing his hands up in surrender. He turned around, meeting Neteyams hard gaze.

“She’s all yours.” Nazu smiled sarcastically, backing down immediately. He turned his head to you eyeing you up and down before walking away. Bumping neteyam’s shoulder in the process. Right as Neteyam went to snatch Nazu by his queue, he felt 2 dainty hands grab his wrist, turning him around.

“Hey Hey! Don’t worry about him. Fuck him.” You reassured Neteyam, bringing him dangerously close.

“Did he hurt you? Huh? I’ll fucking kill him.” He growled, examining your arm for any marks. Jaw clenching and unclenching in anger. You grabbed his chin, titling it up to meet your gaze.

“I know you would. But it’s no need for that. I’m fine.” You smiled, glancing at his lips, before bringing your eye contact back to his eyes. He sighed in relief, finally calming down in your embrace.

“What’s in the box?” You asked with a smirk, letting his chin go before pointing at the small box in his hand.

“Why’s it so small? You of all people know I like big presents.” You snarled, sitting back in your throne, crossing your legs slowly. Thighband flashing with every sudden move. He chuckled, glancing down at it before handing you the box.

“Such a fucking brat. Just open the box!” He laughed, placing it in your lap when you wouldn’t take it from him. You rolled your eyes, lifting the lid to be met with the most beautiful thigh band you’d ever seen. It was pink ofcourse, covered in bioluminescent flora and huge diamonds so bright that they reflected on your face. Bigger and shinier than the ones Nazu gifted you. You were speechless, jaw dropped to the ground as you watched it dance under the lights.

“N-Neteyam I- Thank you.” You stuttered, in complete awe as you stared at the beautiful craftsmanship on your new favorite present.

His eyes widened, ears perked up from your words. Out of everything he’s ever done for you, he’d never gotten a thank you until now.

“I-umm.” He threw his head down, chuckling at himself for getting choked up. “I know how much you like those things. You always look so good with them on, so I thought I’d make you a personal one. Your favorite color, and the biggest diamonds I could find.” He finished, hand on the back of his neck as he glanced at the thigh band you had on, trying his best to keep his composure.

“I love it. I love it so much! Put it on me, please!” You screeched in excitement, handing him the thigh band. He shook his head with a light smile before bending down in-front of you. He ran his strong, calloused hands up your leg slowly. You uncrossed your legs immediately, letting his tender touch consume you. He grabbed the piece of fabric that was already on your thigh, pulling it down slowly as he watched you Intently.

Once he got it off of you, he tried to hand it back to you. You shook your head, pushing his hand away. “You keep that one.” You spoke, eyeing him sensually. He smirked before placing it between his teeth, grabbing the one he made for you. He slipped it on you slowly, making sure it was in place before sliding his hand all the way down your leg softly.

“Perfect fit. You know me so well.” You giggled, admiring the band dancing in the lights. He admired too as he took the old band out of his mouth, placing it on his wrist just for it to scrunch to his size perfectly.

“Finally got your ungrateful ass to say thank you. I think my job here is done.” He joked, standing to his full height. You placed your foot on his chest, and he quickly grabbed your ankle, massaging your lower leg with a slight smirk.

“What are you doing? Hmm?” He asked, tilting his head with a confused look on his face.

“I wanna show you how grateful I am. Let’s go somewhere more private.” You smirked.

“And miss the rest of your party? I don’t think so.” He said sarcastically, shaking his head in disagreement.

“Let’s take the party elsewhere.” You demanded, eye fucking him as you looked at his loincloth. Bulge growing by the second.

“Now you know your father would kill me for fucking his precious little princess.” He spat, letting out a chuckle before placing your foot back on the ground.

“Oh come on, Tey! He won’t find out. I know you want me.” You giggled, leaning back in the chair before shifting your hips up sensually. He clenched his jaw in restraint, watching your body move, and the diamonds glisten around it.

“Mmm what gave it away?” He hummed. You bring him closer by his wrist, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Oh, I dont know. Maybe the growing bulge in your loincloth babe.” You whispered in his ear before backing away to look into his eyes. He raised a brow, a slight smirk forming across his lips. “We can’t, y/n.”

“Give me what I want, Neteyam. It’s my birthday!” You whined, bottom lip poked out as you pleaded with him. He sighed before he let a smile creep across his face.

“You sure know how to get what the fuck you want, don’t you?” He asked with a slight smirk, picking you up out of your chair. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist as you kissed his neck shamelessly, not caring if anyone saw you. He glanced back at your friends, shooting them a fake smile.

“Uhh, if you ladies would excuse us. I’ll bring her back in a few.” He chuckled nervously, bowing his head slightly at the girls before walking away with you in his arms.

- -

He walked you to a secluded place in the forest behind the party. Music from the party could still be heard from where you two were. Your lips were still attached to his neck, purple hickeys forming all around his neck. He laid you down on the moss before hovering over you, indulging in a passionate kiss.

“Fuck, lay back!” You commanded, flipping him to the ground before straddling his lap.

“Goddamn, woman. You want me that bad, huh?” He chuckled watching you take the headpiece that Nazu gifted you, throwing it to the ground beside you.

“Oh shut up!” You rolled your eyes, bending down to kiss him again. He obliged, humming in your mouth as he slid his hands down your back to your round ass, gripping it tightly. He smacked it a few times, causing you to moan in his mouth.

“Take it off of me.” You moaned breathily in between kisses. He obliged, untying your diamond skirt from around your hips, throwing it to the side. He moved on to your diamond thong, untying it from around your hips. He pulled it from under you, throwing it to the side as well. You sat up on him, grabbing his hand to run it down your entire body. He bit his lip, watching the diamonds on your outfit dance under the night sky.

“You look so good, I-I don’t even wanna take this off of you.” He spoke in his melodic tone, running his hands across your diamond top.

“So don’t.” You smirked, yanking his loincloth down just enough to expose his throbbing cock. The veins pulsated as his swollen tip leaked precum. Your eye’s widened, licking your lips as you stared at his huge cock in awe.

“I want it. Right now.” You spoke in a trance like state, completely hypnotized by his gorgeous shaft.

“It’s all yours, Princess. Now let me give it to you, ok?” He spoke calmly, nodding his head as he tried to sit up, but you just pushed him back down. Immediately lifting up to attempt sliding down onto him.

“I I-wanna ride it!” You moaned, trying to push him into you, to no avail. You really didn’t know what you were doing, but you knew that you wanted him, right now.

Come on, y/n. g-get up, it’s not working this way.” He sighed, tapping your thigh.

“Nooo teyam, I wanna ride it. Just a f-few more seconds! I-ngh! It’s almost in!” You whined, gripping his shoulders tightly as you tried to shimmy your way down his shaft.

He growled, rubbing his hands down his face in frustration. “It’s n-nowhere near in you. J-Just let me change positions. I can help you out, ok?” He explained, voice calm as he maintained his patience with you.

“No! Just put it in me already!” You huffed, still trying to use him as your own personal fuck toy, but failing miserably in the process.

“Shit! You’re going to hurt yourself!” He shouted in frustration, stopping your hips with his large hands.

“STOP IT TEY!” You shouted back, sending him over the edge. He growled loudly flipping you both over, him now hovering over your half naked frame. You tried to lift your head up to speak before he grabbed your neck, pushing you back to the ground. You immediately backed down to him, the only man that could put you in your place.

“I know you’re not used to being told no. But that shit ends today. If we do this, we do it MY way. You’re not the fucking boss, I AM. Got it?” He spoke lowly, shaking your neck with every word. You held onto his wrist to ensure that he wouldn’t squeeze your neck any tighter. You nodded your head frantically with wide eyes.

He bent down, crashing his lips into yours. Your tongues fought for dominance, but his won. He began to slide his hand down your body slowly, until he reached your bare cunt, rubbing firm circles into your clit.The surge of electricity made your body jolt under his touch. You tried to evert eyes from Neteyam by turning your head side to side frequently, but all he did was follow you with his eyes.

“No, look at me y/n.” He said breathily with a dark tone before tilting your chin to meet his gaze. He deemed this the perfect time to slide 2 fingers into you nice and slow. Your back bowed to the mossy ground, breasts just barely touching his chest as you let out a series of whimpers. He curled his two fingers into you at a steady pace while he used his thumb to massage your clit harshly.

“FUCK I- I…” you moaned, squirming around underneath him. He grabbed your neck, holding you in place before he drilled you with his fingers, working loud squelching noises out of you. Your jaw dropped suddenly, deeming you completely silent. He was nose to nose with you, you two breathing the same air as you listened to the wet sounds of your cunt.

“You wanna be a good girl and squirt for me? Hmm?” He asked, staring into your blown pupils.

“I-I YES! Im gonna be a good girl!” You squealed, face screwing in pleasure as your legs started to shake. If your eyes weren’t wide before, they were bulging now.

“TEYAM! I think I-I THINK!” You gasped, your orgasm completely taking over your body. “Mhm, give it to me baby! Don’t hold back.” He moaned, getting completely turned on by your pornographic release. You screamed, gripping his strong arm as your juices flowed out of you with each rough pump of his fingers. He suddenly took them out of you, smacking your clit at a harsh and fast pace. Surges of electricity ran through your veins, making you twitch with every other smack.

“Cum for me AGAIN!” He growled, watching you come undone for a second time, squirting all over his hands and wrist. Your legs closed around his hand tightly, as you lazily backed away from him.

“P-Please Teyam!” You whined, gaining some distance away from him as he watched you back away. He chuckled, sitting up on his knees as he jerked his cock at a painfully slow pace.

“Come back. I thought this was what you wanted?” He asked sarcastically, yanking you back down to him by your ankle.

“No, I-I do want it. I-I just-“ you stuttered until he cut you off. “You just want it YOUR way. And I won’t let that happen, sweetheart.” He continued your thought, he knew you like the back of his hand.

“Not true!” You whined, crossing your arms.“ Yes the fuck it is.” He spoke lowly, slapping his cock on your sensitive clit, smearing your juices on his shaft. You lifted your head up just to get a peak, licking your lips as you hummed with each slap.

“You want it in you?” He bit his lip, now rubbing his cock in between your soaked folds. You sat up on your elbows, watching the source of pleasure, listening to the squelching noises.

“Yesss! Please Teyam. Im begging you!” You moaned, bucking your hips against his cock. To hear you beg was like music to his ears, and all he could do was give you what you wanted, no questions asked. He lined his cock up with your aching hole before sliding in slowly, making sure not to hurt you in any way.

You were already drunk off of him. Your head dipping back slowly to every single inch he slid into you. Your eyes rolled back and you had a delirious smile plastered on your face from finally getting what you wanted.

He bottomed out harshly, smashing the last few inches into your sweet spot before continuing that movement with deep strokes. He grabbed your leg, pulling it over his shoulder to open you up alittle more.

“Ohh my- Teyam FUUUCK!” You moaned, gripping the moss beneath you. You whined with every thrust, back still bowed to the ground. He started at your neck, rubbing his calloused hand down you entire torso, sending chills through your spine. He reached your clit, rolling it between his fingers before massaging the bud of nerves with his thumb.

You jolted uncontrollably from the pleasure. You reached down to grab his wrist tightly, trying your best to stop his movements as the pleasure became too much for you. He smacked your hand away immediately before glaring at you, stopping his movements all together.

“You don’t fucking listen! I told you, I’m in charge. Not you!” He growled, pulling out of you just to flip you over on your stomach. Your eyes widened, realizing that you’d ticked him off for the last time.

“Teyam, I-I’m sorry! It was j-just too much! It won’t happen again please!” You pleaded with him, and he loved to hear you beg. He stayed silent, all you could hear were loud huffs. So loud and intense that you could feel his hot breath on your back.

He took your diamond thigh band from around his wrist. He pulled your arms behind your back, wrapping the piece of fabric around your dainty wrists a few times before it was tight enough.

“Arch it. NOW.” He commanded, sending a hard smack to your ass. You whimpered, yet and still lifting your knees up, arching your back and exposing your dripping cunt to him. He chuckled, watching your stubborn ass follow his direct orders.

“All it took was my cock to make your prissy ass bow down, huh?” He grabbed your hair, yanking it back to the point where your eyes met his. Your eyes were filled with desperation and he loved it.

“Watch me destroy this pussy. Don’t take your eyes off of me.” He growled, sliding his clock into you slowly, watching your eyes roll back from the sudden fullness. He began to drill into you, hard and deep. And all he could do was watch you fall apart, moaning and whining deliriously as he fed you long, hard strokes.

“What would your father think about his precious, innocent, Princess getting dicked down like the slut she is, hmm?” He asked, watching your face screw in pleasure as he sped up his pace.

“You’ve really got everyone fooled. Thinking you’re so fucking innocent. Saying you don’t get dirty, but look at you. So fucking dirty for me, right?” He snarled in your ear, gripping your hair tighter as he drilled so deep into you.

“Mhm! Yesss!” You moaned, voice rippling from his hard thrusts. He pushed your cheek back down into the ground, pushing your knees farther apart. He gripped your hips, using them to bring you back onto his throbbing cock repeatedly.

“Tell me you’re my dirty little slut.” He growled, smacking your ass a few times, leaving numerous purple handprints on the flesh. Using your tied up hands, you tried to block his hits, to no avail.

“Te-yammm I- I can’t!” You whined, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt his swollen tip slam against your sweet spot with each stroke. The pleasure mixed with pain was too much for you, it consumed you to the point of delirium. But you knew if you didn’t obey him, it would get worse for you.

“I-I’m your dirty little slut!” You muttered before biting your bottom lip, trying to suppress the screams threatening to pierce through the still forest.

“Mhm, Good girl. Good *thrust* fucking *thrust* girl *thrust*” he moaned through gritted teeth before tucking his bottom lip in between his teeth, watching your ass meet his pelvis with every hard thrust.

“I-I’m so fucking close, Teyam!” You whined, shifting your head on the ground to look back at him. He grabbed the restraint around your wrist, using that as leverage to pound into you slowly, creating the loudest smacking sounds that rang through the forest. Your jaw dropped, legs shaking from your oncoming orgasm as you clenched around him repeatedly.

“Mhmm! keep squeezing me with this pretty pussy. Cum on this dick and milk me dry, Princess.” He moaned, shooting you a devilish smirk before smacking your ass once more. There was nothing you could say, your moans got caught in your throat, and your jaw still hung opened. He watched your eyes roll back again, shaking uncontrollably from the steady strokes he sent you.

“Best birthday present ever I’m guessing?” He chuckled, eyebrow cocked as he awaited an answer. You nodded your head slowly, still spasming underneath him as you finally reached your peek.

“SHIT!” You squealed sharply, juices flowing down your legs with every stroke. He pulled out, smacking your clit with his cock repeatedly, working your orgasm out of you. You shook violently, screaming as you squirted all over his cock.

“Fuck yes! Let it out all over this dick.” He moaned, sliding back into you to chase his high. Your knees buckled, sending you and him flat against the moss. He still kept his pace inside of you, thrusting hard and deep. You lazily squirmed under him, trying to crawl away from the overwhelming amount of pleasure.

“No, come back. I’ve got one more present for you.” He growled in your ear, wrapping his entire arm around your neck, using it as leverage to Buck his hips into you hard.

“Mmm too deep, too deep!” You moaned, using your tied up hands to push down on his lower abdomen. But you were too tired to use any real force.

“I’ll go as deep as I want to in this pussy. It’s mine!” He growled, tightening his grip on your neck as he thrusted into you harder. You were on the verge of another orgasm. Twitching with every stroke, whimpering his name as tears welled in your eyes.

“Y-You’re gonna make me cum again!” You screamed, feeling the knot in your lower abdomen tighten. “Go ahead baby, I’m right behind you.” He moaned in your ear before kissing the lobe.

That was all you needed before your eyes rolled back, cumming on his cock for the second time. His cream coated shaft revealing itself with every thrust. You let out a series of moans as you came down from your high. Neteyam felt your walls contract around him, trying to milk him dry.

“Fuuuck! Get on your knees!” He grunted, pulling out of you, walking around your trembling body to stand in-front of you. You managed to use your knees, pulling you up to kneel in front of him.

“Mmm you look so fucking pretty like this. Ready for your gift, Princess?” He moaned jerking his cock hard and fast. Sliding his hand from the base, all the way to the tip, smearing the precum oozing out of his tip. He let out a few grunts before painting your face with his seed. You smiled deliriously, sticking your tongue out for him.

“Juuust like that baby, let me feed you.” He moaned, grabbing your hair to push your mouth onto his cock. You obliged, wrapping your mouth around his entire length as he came in your mouth. You hummed on him, sucking the rest of his nut out of him. Your cheeks filled with his seed and you swallowed it greedily before detaching from him with a loud popping sound.

He grabbed your chin harshly, smearing the access cum across your lips. “Happy birthday, my little brat.” He muttered through gritted teeth. You stared up at him through hooded eyes, a delirious smile plastered across your face.

“Thank you, Teyam…”

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hemmingsleclerc · 7 months

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Omg 🥹

ur writing for dad max is soooo cute

Can u make one where Olivia is graduating pre-k or something from school and the whole family attending the mini graduation and being so proud of her 🥹🥹❤️❤️

yes yes yessss 💗💗 thank u sm!!!!

Preschool Graduation┃MV1

It was a beautiful morning and Max was dressed in an elegant tailored suit. He stood proudly next to his wife Y/N as they attended their little daughter Olivia's preschool graduation. The air was filled with excitement as families gathered in the hall, adorned with beautiful decorations and colorful balloons emblazoned with the phrase ''Class of 2023.''

Max's heart swelled with pride as Olivia, in her tiny cap and gown, joined her classmates on stage. The little graduates were beaming with joy, and Max couldn't help but feel nostalgic about how quickly time had passed since Olivia's first day at preschool. He still remembered when he had cried that morning with his daughter in arms trying to convince his wife to stay home that morning and not send her to school because he still couldn't believe that the day had arrived.

Y/N, with a proud smile, squeezed Max's hand as they took their seats. Both families, the Verstappens and the Y/L/N, were there to celebrate this special moment. Max's parents were sitting nearby and exchanging proud glances with Y/N's parents.

The ceremony began with the children entering, holding hands and laughing. Max tried to maintain his composure, but every time he caught a glimpse of Olivia's radiant smile, his eyes filled with tears. He dried them discreetly, hoping his wife wouldn't notice.

When Olivia's name was called, Max couldn't contain his emotions. He let out a proud cheer that echoed throughout the room. He jumped to his feet, camera in hand, and started taking pictures madly. "That's my daughter!" he yelled, not caring that it elicited some amused looks from the other parents. Although his wife was not far behind, she also stopped to record from the moment her little girl got up from her seat until she turned to see her parents and waved with a huge smile full of joy from stage. Both families burst into applause and shouts when the little girl received her diploma. And to Olivia's surprise, all of her uncles were there too. Charles, Carlos, Lando, Daniel, George, Alex and even Checo with his family were there, all applauding excitedly and some crying.

Max's eyes shone with tears of joy and he wiped them away with the back of his hand, laughing at his lack of self-control, but he didn't care in the least.

To the amusement of the other parents, he snorted and pulled a handkerchief from his suit pocket, declaring, "It's very emotional, okey?"

When the ceremony concluded, Max took Olivia in his arms and spun her around as she laughed with joy. Both met with the whole family along with the other drivers.

"Congratulations, my little champion!" Max exclaimed, his eyes shining with pride. Olivia smiled at her father, a miniature version of Max's infectious smile on her face.

The day continued with a celebration at Verstappen's house. Max and Y/N had organized a small gathering with family and close friends to honor Olivia's achievement. The backyard was adorned with decorations and a special cake.

While guests enjoyed the festivities, Max found himself reflecting on his journey into fatherhood. He had always been passionate about racing, but watching Olivia grow up gave him a different kind of satisfaction.

During the celebration, Max and his wife took a moment to share a few words for her little girl, expressing admiration for her determination and enthusiasm for her life. They talked about the joy she brought to their world and how her accomplishments, no matter how small, filled them with an immense sense of pride.

Many might know Max as the beast he was when he got into his F1 car and raced on the circuits, or others as the triple champion, but despite that, he was the best father to a beautiful little recent graduate named Olivia and he best husband for his beloved.

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shelovesaesthetics · 7 months

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𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁 ₁

𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑘𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠:

ted logan —

type of guy:

sweet lovey-dovey dork, this himbo will be all over the place

as soon as bill mentions valentines day, all the hairs on his body just stand

the thought of him being so lovey cringes him out but he's just can't remove the obsession with you.

he's so tooth-rottenly cute, when you're around him, he just don't know what to do with himself. you approaching him is like him seeing an alien. either runs away or just freezes and breaks a sweat when you talk to him.

you’re his brainrot and ted's just sadistically a victim to it, completely wrapped around your fingers

musters up the courage and makes it his objective to make the most excellent v-day ever

creating planning boards in his room, preparation talks with Bill, lowkey stalking you at school

saves up every penny in his piggy bank, not wasting a single dollar

reads up on things on what girls would like

love language is quality time and words of affirmation

valentines plans:

excellent adventure ted— you first spend the day on an afternoon at an arcade; you and ted wearing casual formal outfits (ted in his tuxedo and converses, you in a dress and sneakers), playing on all of the arcade machines, giggling, screaming and laughing and goofing around.

he then takes you to his favourite spot by the Circle K, chilling down on the pavement. playing some UNO/tells you his wild adventure stories/jamming out to punk & pop rock on his speaker, sitting and eating slushies and a hot dog

after the arcade, he takes you to a diner, ordering a classic American meal (two burgers, fries, onion rings, two milkshakes with the extra cream & a cherry-on-top)

finishes the date with a trip back to Bill's, awaiting a heartwarming surprise (aka the anticipated secret)

he cutely takes your hand and sits you down on a chair, closing your eyes whilst you wait. 5 minutes later, you take them off at his command, waterworks immediately start to run as you look at the sight infront of you.

ted, with his guitar, announces his special song for you.

hands begin to strum on the guitar, puppy loving eyes gazing into yours, heartfully. ted serenades you with a sweet melody, accompanied by his surprisingly sweet voice

in the garage that's decorated in cutesy heart decor; red and pink balloons and banners all over the place, you feel as if you're in a safe haven, enchanted away here by your adorable, innocent boyfriend

mid performance, ted brings you up to the stage, twirling you around and then dancing with you. his big BFG self towers over you, slowly rocks your body and embraces you tight with his bulky arms. leaning in his head, ted finally caresses your face and kisses you— signing off the most excellent Valentines day ever. . .

bogus journey ted— either takes you to the movies or rents a movie at the local blockbuster, so he can watch with you in his apartment

for the outing, he takes you to the movies to watch a cheap chick flick he thinks you'd like; popcorn, nachos and a big shake

at home, he puts on a sci-fi movie, both stuffing down on a large pepperoni pizza, watching contently

afterwards, you kick back and relax for a long smoke sesh, getting high on some good weed whilst he puts an arm around you, nestling and cuddling with you close

he'll definitely brings out a guitar and sing to you, smoking a spliff that still rests between his lips (typical lightskin moment)

one way or another in ol' netflix and chill fashion, the night ends with ted loving on your body— giving you the most ultimate rocker boy finale his bodacious girl needs . . .

face the music ted— buys two VIP tickets, for the both of you, to a summer rock festival across state; booking an all-inclusive hotel nearby so you and him can rest in with convenience (away from the kids)

packs all the necessities— snacks, water, a pack of beer, foldable chairs, portable fans, sunscreen, a pair of sunglasses, and a charging bank

you both get to the airport, getting on a plane and travelling off into the concert place

arriving at the hotel; you unlock and enter your room— spacious king-sized double bed, tv, automated bathroom and a great view outside the window. the hotel has an all-you-can-buffet that you never forget to not miss

following the next day, you dress up for the concert; you wear a house of sunny 'lemons on a plate' dress with yellow sandals, and ted wears a white t shirt and cargo shorts, styling up with sandals and a hat

for the whole three days, you and ted rock out to live iconic rock music. screaming, jumping, and partying; dancing like you never you could

golden retriever ted watches out for you; handing you snacks, cleaning after you, supplying water, emergency hugs, cheering you up

breaks into a chuckle and laughs when he catches your boomer self taking videos and pictures, uploading them onto facebook and instagram ('me and hubby @/tedtheologan rocking out at the _____ festival! party on, dudes ! 😎🤩😀😍😆❤️👩‍❤️‍👨💍⚡️🤘🤙🎫🏴‍☠️🎸❤ #____festival #summer #sunny #fun #mostexcellent #smiley #happy #happyvalentinesday #rockfestival #yolo #youngforever #foreveryoung #tb #throwback #80s #1988 #2024 #thenvsnow #wyldstallyns #mosttriumphant #rockmusic #date #valentines #couple #airguitar #happy36thyearanniversary')

last night of the festival ends with a colourful night show, fireworks lighting up and crackling the night sky. under the bright lights, ted takes your hand and holds them. warm, tall body pressed against yours, he gazes down on you with such love. gently caresses your face, hazel orbs boring into yours, rubbing the small of your back soothingly. he closes in and kisses you on the lips, passionately making out with you

the fireworks continuously keep lighting up in the background, looking like a happy ending straight out of a movie.

type of gifts:

handmade stuff: arts and craft/DIY cards with cute stickers, colourful glitter, ribbons and drawings (imagine him getting glue all over his fingers and hands, big 6'1 self hunched over his little creations uwu)— gifts you a teddy bear and says something along the lines of: "babe, i got you this teddy bear, even though i'm, like, totally your teddy bear... and my name is Ted!", some candies, 'girly stuff' like makeup, "..because you're a babe and all..", a handwritten song personally made for you (with the help of wingman Bill), tulips and roses he got from his England expedition, an antique necklace he got from his Greece expedition, heart-shaped chocolates, some tapes and vinyls of your favourite music

john constantine —

type of guy:

typically indifferent

depressingly and callously cynical

not the one to be celebrating stuff like that, but he'll do what it takes to make you happy

he knows it's still worth it, just as long as it's with you

love language is gift giving and physical touch

valentines plans:

literally remembers ON the day, springing up from bed and bolting outside. goes to like 30 different stores, searching for the best presents he can find

runs back home with last minute stuff before the sunset. doorbell suddenly rings and john opens up, smiling as he sees the love of his life, you all prettied up in a cherry red dress, heels and matte makeup (something is bulging...)

you and john get in the car and he drives you out to a late night dinner, only to be met with disappointment when the restaurant he spoke to earlier informs him that the reservations are all booked up

sighing in devastation, john bows his head and shakes disapprovingly. he looks up to give you a weak smile and rubs your back reassuringly, gesturing you to head back inside the car. the both of you drive back to his, decidedly opting for some Chinese

you both head back to his, decidedly opting on some Chinese

john resumes back to finishing the set up of the living room; red candles and roses on the coffee table

impromptu date begins: candle lit dinner in front of the tv, you both drink some wine and eat some takeout, watching a random movie

finishing up, you doze off asleep, snoring on his lap

john still watches the tv, glancing down on you every 5 minutes. he wraps a warm cloth around you, resting a hand on your back. the urge of him to kiss you is burning him alive but he remains neutral.

he's upset that the day has been ruined, the one thing that he could've gotten right all slipped and fell out of his fingers. his callous self for once actually cares about something, something he originally thought was 'insignificant', something he wished it could've gone more better

even though the day didn't go out as planned, you've insisted that it's not too bad—grateful for the date overall. it's small and disorganised, but as least it's something, , as least it all ended with him

types of gifts:

silver antique jewellery, a card, giant teddy bear, a box of chocolates, and roses

john wick —

type of guy:

DILF, DILF, DILF

valentines day with baba yaga?!

already got the whole day planned and sketched out, back-to-back

john's fat wallet's will treat you well

always 'knows a guy', so you know your ass is about to be showered to filth

the wholesome family man side of him will be coming out, abandoning the stoic, brutally cold assassin behind

no more john wick— now it is jardani jovonovich

love language is gift giving, acts of service and physical touch

valentines plans:

he would start the morning with cooking you a nice sunny side up and toast, a side of maple pancakes and coffee. whilst you eat, he calls up a spa centre and gets you booked in at a lavish clinic, ordering some men to take you there privately. he asks you to call up your friends, inviting them to the spa day as well. gives you his card and some change just in case. once you leave, he cleans up your plate and cleans up the house, decorating and preparing whilst you're gone.

a full day later with hanging out with your girls, you return back home, deeply relaxed from the tantalising spa treatment. opening up, the house is completely dark and quiet, only seeing rose petals leading off to somewhere. walking along the rose covered path, you follow it and halt at the dining room. right there at the table, sits your husband of 5 years, warm smile on his face; white polo shirt and jeans. he gets up to greet you, kissing you on the lips and forehead

john's whipped up a classic candle lit dinner, steak and baked potatoes with a glass of wine. after a nice hearty meal, he takes you upstairs via the rose-petal lane, leading you to the bathroom. you're welcomed to a bubbling hot bathtub; two glasses of champagne, face masks, scented candles, and a charcuterie board sitting on the bath rack. you two hop in and relax in the tub, slippery naked bodies against each other. you watch a drama series on his laptop, silently staring at the screen

one blink later and you're in bed with john. big hands clasping on your small waist, bearded kisses and pecks littering on your stomach, muscular strong body dominating over yours, stocky fingers slipping to unholy places; john ends the day with pleasuring you for the night, showing you what no other man but him can give.

types of gifts:

surprise trips, full package spa treatments, his card for shopping trips, makeup, perfume, high end clothes, expensive wine, a bouquet of flowers, chocolate, a small teddy bear, menstruation stuff (pads, tampons, pills, hot water bottle pouch, snacks, his masseuse expertise, baby— this man loves you), anything you want, name a price, john will be your man

thomas anderson (neo) —

type of guy:

similar to constantine but more open-minded in his indifference

either forgot or is pretty clueless on what to do

casually flips through calender and scares himself shocked as he realise the date is tomorrow

goes on a forum to ask for help: "@/cyberspacecatontheweb: any suggestions for valentines day ?? I (37M) and a girlfriend (34F) are going out on a date and I don't know what to do. sm1 help a guy out thx"

goes on the internet and researches on ideas

eventually gives up and just scraps the ideas, goes with the flow

love language is quality time and physical touch

valentines plans:

thomas wakes up early and gets changed; black shirt and suit on. you arriving to the 101 apartment, he takes you out to a Chinese restaurant downtown. orders quite a lot of food— dumplings, stir fry, sweet and sour chicken, rice, hot pot, and bbq ribs. he pays the bill and you two leave, walking out to window shop.

later in the evening, thomas takes you up to a rooftop, sitting down and watching the city below. he hesitates, but then opts to spontaneously show you 'something cool'. gets out a tech device and presses a button, opening up a cybernetic portal. jumps inside and pulls you with him. you both teleport to a white void, confused and scared as fuck. thomas reassures you and shows you some of his latest tricks like emerging buildings and cities out of nowhere, binary codes that pop up and creates a giant ass dog that almost eats you, floating and flying through a cyberspace wormhole. for the last bit, he gently grabs your hand and shows you the last thing he promised: binary codes formulate and change, syncing up together and creating a love heart. thomas presses another button and the heart opens up, revealing a cybernetically generated portrait of you and him, written underneath 'happy valentines day xoxo'. his hands move to your waist and he slowly kisses you, simultaneously taking you back to the real world.

types of gifts:

digitally-made things: flowers, teddy bear, heart, a picture of you. makes a hologram gadget that does origami, a scented candle he remembers you like, cool tech glasses, paired with some gloves, that's installed with a program that allows you to do things- holographic games and worlds all built into these spectacles (norman jayden from heavy rain reference)

jonathan harker —

type of guy:

mr darcy-coded

valentines day with him would be a fairytale, straight out of a book

sensitive, kind, chivalrous, charming, courteous, and hardworking, your princelike husband who will always know how to woo you to your knees

planned everything in his sanctuary, ready to show you how he can treat you well

love language is gift giving, acts of service and quality time

valentines plans:

you wake up to a traditional english breakfast-in-bed; hot tea, coffee, porridge, bread, and eggs, served by maids. then you're being dressed up for the day, maids helping you out into your modest and elegant attire, fixing your hair, doing your makeup, and dusting you down. jonathan escorts you onto to the carriage, heading off first to a picnic at an expansive, spacious garden. The place is embroidered with pretty plants and flowers, fresh fragrance of pollen filling your nose. you and jonathan settle on the grass, laying a blanket. you enjoy some tea, crumpets, scones, and sandwiches, admiring the floral nature. jonathan dotes you inbetween small talk, complimenting your look frequently. for some short time, you both get up and walk around, appreciating the afternoon. after the picnic, he hires a photographer to have your picture taken. you sit on a chair as jonathan stands behind you, posing for the camera.

shortly comes the evening and it's time for the special occasion. you both get onto the carriage again, heading off to a restaurant. the restaurant is filled to the brim of posh people alike, halls decked with chandeliers and embellished with statues and paintings. the pair of you enjoy the night, relishing and dinning happily. jonathan brings you back home, taking you to the bedroom to surprise you with a bundle of flowers and a toy bear. he kisses you softly and gracefully on the head, reminding you of his love. you both tuck into bed and lay down for the night, sleeping peacefully into each other's arms.

type of gifts:

a basket full of roses, lilies, orchids and carnations. handwritten poem, a card enveloped and stamped with a red heart wax seal, chocolates from romania, dainty jewellery, toy bear, fragrance, a trip to paris, tickets to see an opera and a theatre performance, small trinkets, fruits, and a pocketwatch locket.

kevin lomax —

type of guy:

sugar daddy kevinnnnn

toxic but fine husband

will absolutely spoil you rotten, pampering you like a princess

love language is gift giving, physical touch, and acts of service

valentines plans:

first thing in the morning, breakfast's being sent to you at the penthouse. kevin leaves a note on the nightstand: "hey sweetheart, it's me. how was breakfast? it was good, right? i've called in your boss to let him that you're sick, so no need to go to the office. your whole day will be booked: spa treatment, nails, hair, and a private boutique booked so you can try on some new outfits that you'll be choosing for the evening. make sure you wear that lingerie i got you and don't miss any of those appointments. daddy's gonna have fun with you tonight.

love kevin xoxo"

you do as exactly he says, rushing up & down, excitedly getting changed. a black limo takes you to and back of all destinations, attending all your scheduled appointments. at the boutique, a blonde clerk waits for you, standing by a row of clothing racks with designer clothes hanged and heels below to select from. after carefully selecting, you choose a snug black dress and heels, fully dolled up for the occasion. a makeup artist quickly does your makeup, just in the nick of time kevin arrives, black waist coat and suit & tie. you exit the building to find him standing by the car. his eyes wonder around and check you out, hypnotised by your beauty. linking arm to arm, you two are driven to the wall street restaurant. the place is luxurious; interior design opulent and rich. kevin grabs a seat at the vip section, inviting some of his fellow law firm coworkers along. you cheers to a good night and dig in to the fine dining, enjoying the night. almost midnight, you and kevin return back home, immediately jumping into the jacuzzi.

you strip out of your clothes and wear the cute swim piece that kevin's bought for you— a black skimpy bikini that hugs all of your curves and cleavage. you sit back and relax with your man, peacefully sipping some champagne and enjoying each other's company. many drinks and pillowtalks later, the night ends with what you exactly expects: sounds of skin slapping and bed shaking; your moans echo throughout the bedroom. kevin's tall body thrusts repeatedly into you, grunting and groaning as he fucks you. lasting with the real pillow princess treatment, kevin worships your body and makes love to you, showing you who you really belong to. . .

types of gifts:

expensive makeup, luxury trips abroad, designer outfits, exclusive spa treatments, sexy lingerie, his black card for those shopping trips, perfume, deluxe jewellery and accessories, a bouquet of roses tied in a bow, heart-box of chocolates, expensive wine and champagne, adult toys (wink wink), a white teddy bear, polaroid photos of you and him

#𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑠𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑒.#ted logan #ted logan x reader #john constantine #constantine 2005 #john constantine x reader #john wick #john wick x reader #neo the matrix #neo x reader #jonathan harker #jonathan harker x reader #kevin lomax #kevin lomax x reader #keanu reeves #valentines day #headcanon #𝑀𝐴𝑅𝑆𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐵𝐸𝑆𝐴𝐷𝐸.

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svt-luna · 2 months

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ᡴꪫ ⋆ GAME CATERERS X SVT ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── episode 1-1.

Game Caterers x SEVENTEEN

synopsis: Episode 1-1! Finally, all fourteen members of SEVENTEEN are featured in a variety game show together! So naturally it starts off with very chaotic member introductions followed by the first part of the individual interviews with PD Na.

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST

╰౨ৎ fan reactions╰౨ৎ game caterers masterlist

[added captions are in brackets] ᡣ𐭩

bold dialogues are spoken in english ᡣ𐭩

One day in April when the flowers bloomed in rose quartz hues and the sky stretched in a serene blue, Luna found herself amidst the tranquility of a picturesque neighborhood. The houses stood elegantly, adorned with woodsy and earthy tones, harmonizing perfectly with the spring atmosphere. This quiet place was now bustling with the excitement of ‘The Game Caterers.’

Inside their designated filming space, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. About twenty cameras, possibly even more, were strategically stationed around the room, each one poised to capture every moment of the day's events. The technical setup was impressive, ensuring that no angle would be missed and that the viewers would get the full experience.

On the left side of the space, behind a festive flower balloon arch, stood only thirteen members of SEVENTEEN. They were gathered together, their presence buzzing with energy and naturally chaotic personalities. The archway, decorated in bright and cheerful colors, framed them perfectly, ready for their grand entrance.

Meanwhile, in the center of the room, standing alone, was their oldest member and leader, S.Coups.

[Standing by himself]

He was preparing to start the introductions, his awkward and shy demeanor a contrast to the lively chatter of his fellow members. The stage was set, and the scene was ready for the excitement to unfold.

"This is so awkward." He chuckled nervously as he turned to his left to look at his members

[The leader S.Coups starts the opening by himself]

"Your fans like this!" One of the producers says from their place up front making the leader laugh.

"S.Coups," Mingyu wowed from the side. "It's S.Coups."

[His members are watching]

"We're here as a whole group," S.Coups said to them in amazement, knowing how rare it is for them to be invited as a whole group on variety shows because of the large number of members.

"It's hard to act cute in front of all thirteen people," Mingyu teased.

"My embarrassing leader," Seungkwan joined in.

"Depending on how you start it, it's going to affect the flow of the day," Woozi added as he peeked from the arch.

"Go S.Coups!" Dokyeom yelled. "Our center."

"Our leader."

"So cool!"

"Leader of leaders."

[His 14,587th nickname]

Nickname after nickname and tease after tease came out of the members' mouths. Luna remained quiet with an amused smile on her face, used to her members' antics as she stood next to Jeonghan who had an arm lazily draped around her shoulders. She watched as S.Coups struggled to maintain his composure, his face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and amusement. The playful banter and teasing were a testament to the close bond the group shared, and Luna felt a warm sense of belonging amidst the chaos.

In the center of the room, S.Coups opened his arms wide like a slate and announced, "I'll hit the slate." He took a deep breath, then began the countdown, "1…2…3," and clapped, signaling the beginning of the show.

[Let's start ‘The Game Caterers’ x SEVENTEEN Special]

The sound of the clap echoed through the room.

[From now on,]

[14 SEVENTEEN members]

[will appear]

[in order]

[with their hit songs]

"Fighting!" Luna said, cheering her leader on.

[The first time the bunny speaks]

Her high yet softly cute voice broke through the teases and cheers of the guys, making all of them look at her with a smile. PD Na and the other producers turned to her, chuckling at the sudden yet endearing interjection.

S.Coups turned to Luna, his eyes meeting her dimple smile. The warmth in her expression and the genuine support she offered him brought a sense of calm and encouragement. He returned her smile, feeling grateful for her calming presence. The playful atmosphere was heightened by Luna's cheer, setting an even more positive tone for the rest of the filming.

Seconds later, a familiar instrumental started. It was their song 'CLAP' that got the members hyped up for the leader's introduction. As the beat kicked in, S.Coups started doing the dance.

"Clap!" S.Coups sang along with his raspy voice.

"Clap!" Dokyeom joined in, his voice blending harmoniously.

"Clap!" Mingyu added, starting to clap himself.

The members were hyping him up, their voices and claps filling the room with energy.

[1. S.COUPS] [The general leader]

[The leader of the Hip Hop Team]

[It's about time to remember my name]

"SEVENTEEN right here!" the leader sang before the song changed. He gestured for Jeonghan to move to the center for his turn, "Come out."

Their song 'Pretty U' started playing, signaling the next member's introduction. However, Jeonghan seemed confused, hesitating as he looked around for confirmation. "It's not me," Jeonghan said, unsure if it was his turn.

The rest of the members urged him on, voices overlapping in encouragement. "It is," Luna said with a reassuring nod. Her affirmation finally convinced Jeonghan, and he moved to the center.

[Immediately listens]

With a confident smile, he performed his signature gesture for the chorus of the song, directing it straight at the camera.

[Though he missed the beginning.]

[he appears cute]

[2. JEONGHAN] [Vocal Team]

[His birthday and nickname are 1004]

[He's mostly lying down rather than flying]

As Jeonghan struck his pose, the song changed once more, transitioning seamlessly to the next member's introduction.

"In order," Dino, the youngest, reminded them.

The song changed to 'VERY NICE', and Joshua shamelessly walked to the center, exuding confidence and coolness.

"Is this 'VERY NICE'?" Mingyu chuckled, amused by Joshua's swagger.

[He enters as he savors the highlight]

Joshua then started dancing the highlight dance of the song, his movements chaotic and shamelessly exaggerated. The members screamed and laughed in amusement, their voices blending with the music, creating a lively and joyous atmosphere.

[3. JOSHUA] [Vocal Team]

[The gentleman in SEVENTEEN]

[Latest nickname: Shua]

His antics brought a new level of energy to the room, and the laughter was contagious, filling the space with a sense of harmony and fun. Luna couldn't help but join in the laughter, her eyes sparkling with delight at Joshua's playful performance.

"He's amazing," Luna chuckled.

"Good job, Joshua," Hoshi praised him from his spot on the floor.

The music changed again to their song 'HIT', and Jun started running up front, shocking the members. "Okay. Make some noise," he said as he jumped around.

[Barging in]

"Run!" Jun jumped.

His sudden burst of enthusiasm caught everyone off guard, and they burst into laughter as he danced energetically. His bold moves and the unexpectedness of his actions amplified the hilarity, with members cheering and clapping along.

[4. JUN]

[Performance Team] [Playful cat]

[The former child actor]

"Moon Junhui!"

The music shifted once more, this time to their song 'HOT'. Immediately, Hoshi bounded to the center, his movements powerful and precise. Dancing came naturally to the dance leader, and it showed in every step and turn he executed.

[He appears sharp on time]

Hoshi’s dynamic presence commanded the space as he danced, each motion fluid and full of energy. The members erupted in cheers, their voices blending with the song. "Let's go, Hoshi!" Luna shouted, while others clapped and sang along to the lyrics.

[5. HOSHI] [Leader of the Performance Team]

[The member of BSS]

[Brainwashing Tiger] [He's actually a hamster]

Luna watched with admiration, her eyes glued to Hoshi’s performance. The energy in the room was electric, the members' support palpable as they hyped up their dance leader. Their cheers grew louder, a chorus of encouragement and excitement. Hoshi, feeding off their energy, danced with even more fervor, his performance a perfect display of his talent and passion.

As the music began to shift again, the next in line, Wonwoo, slowly moved to the center.

[The next in line feels pressured]

Once their song 'Fear' started playing, Wonwoo didn't dance; instead, he waved to the imaginary audience like he was on a red carpet, his casual demeanor making the members burst into laughter.

[The red carpet smile]

[6. WONWOO] [Hip Hop Team] [He likes ballads]

[Good at games, but not our games]

"Bite the flowers like on ‘MAMA’," Dokyeom shouted, doing an example and reminding Wonwoo of his iconic moment at the award show. The members continued to cheer him on, their voices mingling with the music.

Wonwoo hesitated for a moment, then obliged, bringing his hand to his mouth and pretending to bite flowers, but in a cute, exaggerated way. His unexpected cuteness drew even more laughter and applause from his fellow members.

Luna, standing among her teammates, laughed along with the rest, enjoying the playful side of Wonwoo that contrasted so sharply with his intense stage presence.

"Why is he so cute?" Luna asked Dokyeom next to her who chuckled at her comment.

[Great question?]

As the song changed again, this time to 'Don't Wanna Cry', it was Woozi's turn.

[Another member born in 1996]

He looked shocked at the song choice, his eyes widening in surprise. "Should I kneel?" he asked, glancing around at the members for confirmation.

[Flustered by his own voice]

With a mix of confusion and determination, he knelt and attempted the choreography, his movements precise but hesitant. However, his initial confusion lingered, and he quickly abandoned the idea. Woozi stood up, still looking slightly bewildered. He awkwardly walked to the center, deciding to bow instead, a small smile playing on his lips as he acknowledged the members’ cheers and playful jabs.

[7. WOOZI] [The leader of the Vocal Team]

[He writes and composes most of SEVENTEEN songs]

[The member of Korea Music Copyright Association]

As the next song began, 'HOME;RUN', it was Minghao’s turn to step into the spotlight. Despite still recovering from a collarbone injury, he moved to the center with a gentle grace. His eyes sparkled with determination as he began to dance, careful yet expressive in his movements.

[8. THE8] [Performance Team]

[The funny person approved by Producer Na]

[Speaks clear Korean when he's in trouble]

Mingaho executed the choreography with a delicate precision, each motion fluid and controlled. He avoided any sudden or harsh movements, mindful of his injury, but his performance was no less captivating. His ability to convey emotion through every subtle gesture drew the members' attention, and their usual teasing was replaced with genuine admiration.

[Despite the collarbone injury, he moves like the spring breeze]

As the next song, 'Rock with you', began to play, Luna was the next in line. With her arms crossed and a smile on her face, she watched Minghao finish his dance. Her eyes twinkled with admiration and pride for her fellow member as he gracefully concluded his performance.

[The princess has arrived]

Luna then gently walked to the center, her smile still firmly in place. The moment she reached her spot, the chorus of the song came in on cue. In an instant, Luna completely switched her demeanor. Her movements were powerful, and each step and gesture was executed with precision and intensity. Her signature smirk-smile emerged as she raised an eyebrow at the cameras, a mix of confidence and playful challenge.

[9. LUNA] [Vocal Team]

[Can transform from a white swan to a black swan]

[The Ace] [Oldest of the 1997 line]

[Unknowingly causes a lot of fights]

The rest of the guys started cheering louder as they watched her, their voices a chorus of support and pride. "Luna!" Joshua shouted, while others clapped and hollered in rhythm with the music. The atmosphere was electric, the members' enthusiasm adding to the energy of her performance.

"Bae Jiyeon!"

Luna’s presence commanded the room, her dance filled with a fiery passion that captivated everyone watching. She moved effortlessly, each beat of the song amplifying her charisma. The members’ cheers and applause grew louder, their admiration for her evident in their excited reactions.

Once the song ended, Luna gracefully moved to stand in line next to Minghao, her smile unwavering as she joined her fellow member. The room buzzed with excitement as the next song, 'BOOM BOOM', began to play. Mingyu wasted no time, stepping forward with a confident grin.

He immediately started popping his chest in rhythm to the beat, his movements sharp and precise.

"Boom boom!" Joshua hollered at him.

The repetition of the dance move only seemed to amplify his charisma, each pop more pronounced than the last. The rest of the members hollered and cheered for him, their voices merging into a wave of enthusiastic support.

[10. MINGYU] [Hip Hop Team] [It's Kim Influence]

[Fans are worried if he doesn't eat much]

The energy in the room was infectious, and Mingyu thrived under the spotlight, his confidence radiating as he continued to pop his chest to the rhythm.

Once Mingyu’s time ended, he moved to stand next to Luna. He eyed her for a few seconds before leaning down to whisper in her ear. "I wanted to upstage you," he said, making her break out in giggles. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

[Jealous of her talents]

"I don’t think it worked," he added before she could reply.

"It did. It did," Luna reassured him with a smile, her laughter still lingering.

As their playful exchange ended, the upbeat music shifted to 'THANKS', and DK, ever the entertainer, seized the opportunity to entertain. He started by kneeling and bowing on the ground over and over again, making an exaggerated show of gratitude. The members burst into laughter, their cheers and applause growing louder with each bow.

[To CARAT] [Thank you and thank you again]

Dokyeom's antics didn’t stop there. Once he reached the center, he stood up and began performing the choreography with dramatic flair, his every move filled with over-the-top enthusiasm. The members continued to laugh, their voices a chorus of amusement and encouragement.

[11. DK] [In Vocal Team, but also a good dancer]

[The leader of BSS] [He sings nonstop]

Once DK finished his comedic performance, the song shifted to 'LEFT & RIGHT', Seungkwan took his cue, energetically dancing the choreography as he made his way to the center of the room.

[It's Seungkwan the variety show expert]

His moves were met with a mix of cheers and playful teasing from his fellow members, who couldn’t resist egging him on.

[12. SEUNGKWAN] [Vocal Team] [BSS]

[The K-pop professor]

At the end of his dance, Seungkwan pulled off a B-boy freeze, striking a pose on the ground that elicited more laughter and applause.

"That must be painful," PD Na stated as he watched with nothing but amusement on his face.

[The next in line comes in]

The music then transitioned to a softer tune, their song 'Darl+ing,' Vernon simply sang along, his voice smooth and cool as he walked to the center, exuding an effortless charm.

[13. VERNON] [Hip Hop Team]

[Mr. Know-It-All] [When he's focused, he can't hear anything]

"He's cool. He looks cooler," Mingyu teased Seungkwan, pointing at Vernon with a mischievous grin.

Finally, the song changed to '_World', and it was Dino's turn.

[Finally, it's the 14th member]

The youngest member of the group danced cutely, his moves filled with an endearing charm that had everyone cheering and teasing him in delight.

[The older ones welcome him]

[with a shriek]

Luna’s voice rang out louder than the rest, filled with genuine affection. "Cute!" she yelled, her eyes shining with pride. "Why are you so cute, Dino-ya?" she added, her praise causing Dino to break into a shy smile as he continued to dance.

[14. DINO] [Performance Team] [Youngest]

[Advantage: 13 older siblings] [Disadvantage: 13 older siblings]

The members’ reactions were a blend of encouragement and playful ribbing, their friendship and affection for each other clear in every word and gesture.

[It took 6 minutes and 10 seconds to introduce all 14 members]

[The ‘Game Caterers’ with the whole of SEVENTEEN]

The members of SEVENTEEN aside from Minghao who sat upfront with PD Na moved to their positions, readying themselves for the next part of their introduction. The anticipation was palpable as they prepared to dance to their new song, 'Super',

As the music started, the members instinctively fell into formation, their movements precise and synchronized. When the explosive and catchy chorus hit, they moved with practiced ease and power. Each step and each gesture was executed with such perfect timing that the sound of their feet hitting the ground was a single, unified beat. Their coordination was flawless, a testament to their countless hours of practice and their deep bond as a group.

[Exclaiming]

The producers, writers, and crew watched in awe, their shrieks and gasps of amazement audible over the music.

[Squealing]

The members' synchronization and energy were mesmerizing, drawing everyone’s attention. Every movement was filled with intensity and precision, showcasing the incredible talent and hard work that SEVENTEEN had poured into their performance.

The powerful dance continued, each member contributing their unique flair while still maintaining perfect harmony with the group. The room was filled with an electric energy, the kind that only comes from witnessing something truly special. The producers and writers couldn’t help but marvel at the display of unity and skill before them, their admiration evident in their wide-eyed expressions and enthusiastic reactions.

As the song drew to a close, the members struck their final pose, breathing heavily but with satisfied smiles on their faces.

[Warning: There are elks in the audience]

The members of SEVENTEEN went back in line, panting and out of breath from their powerful performance.

PD Na, impressed by their synchronization and energy, said, "Cool. That was wonderful."

"I’m tired after the first verse," Dokyeom said, still catching his breath.

"That was the first time after the music video shoot," Seungkwan added, nodding in agreement. The rest of the members echoed his sentiments, each trying to steady their breathing and recover from the intense choreography.

[That's how good they are to dance for the first time after the music video shoot]

Standing next to each other, Luna and Jeonghan turned to each other simultaneously and asked, "Are you okay?" They chuckled at their synchronized concern. "I’m okay," they answered in unison again, causing another round of laughter between the two.

[Twin bunnies]

In the center, S.Coups raised his voice to gather everyone’s attention. "Let's say hello. Say the name—" he announced.

"SEVENTEEN," they all chorused before performing their signature hand gesture and bowing deeply. "Hello. We're SEVENTEEN."

The room was filled with applause from the producers and crew, their appreciation for SEVENTEEN's performance and teamwork evident in their enthusiastic clapping. The members, still slightly out of breath but smiling widely, basked in the acknowledgment of their hard work and dedication.

"Finally," Hoshi said, his voice filled with relief and excitement.

"Finally," Seungkwan echoed, the anticipation evident in his tone.

"As a whole," Dokyeom added, emphasizing the significance of the moment.

"With everyone," Seungkwan followed again, the unity of the group palpable.

"We're on…" Seungkwan began, building the suspense.

"`The Game Caterers!’" he finished, making the rest of the members clap in excitement.

[It's a party for ‘The Game Caterers’]

"That was wonderful," PD Na said, his admiration clear. "Congratulations on your comeback. We're going to have a simple interview. If you take a rest, we'll prepare the chairs."

The members agreed and moved to their rest area for a quick break, chatting amongst themselves and hydrating after their intense performance as the production crew swiftly arranged the chairs, ensuring everything was set up perfectly for the next segment.

[Soon]

Soon, the members were called back in. The empty space from earlier was now arranged with fourteen chairs in two rows. Slowly, the SEVENTEEN members made their way back one by one. Luna was getting her hair fixed by her stylist before she started making her way to the set. As she walked, she spotted Mingyu and S.Coups already in their seats, comically seated away from each other— Mingyu on the front row on the right side while S.Coups sat at the back row on the left side.

Turning to PD Na and the rest of the writers who were sitting on the floor, Luna asked politely, "Can we sit anywhere?"

"You can sit wherever you want," one of the writers smiled at her.

Luna eyed the seats and completely ignored the center. She was fine being the center during performances, but during interviews, it was too much pressure. But before she could decide, Mingyu, who was already watching her since she entered, called out, "Lulu-ya," using his nickname for her, making her look up at him. He simply nodded his head once, gesturing for her to come over.

Without hesitation, Luna immediately sat down next to him on his right, next to another empty chair.

[Sitting next to their friends]

As the members continued to fill in the seats, a few of their hair stylists came to fix their hair. Luna's stylist returned to her, making Luna smile; after years of working together, she knew how much of a perfectionist her stylist was.

Jeonghan then took the seat next to Luna, and the rest of the members began to engage in their own mini-conversations while waiting for the interview to begin.

Luna released a yawn, covering her mouth with her hands.

[She looks like a bunny yawning]

"Tired?" Jeonghan asked her, turning to face her.

Luna nodded and thanked her stylist as she finished. "It's too early and I slept late last night," she answered.

"Mm," Jeonghan hummed, "That's right, you came home late last night."

"Where did you go?" Mingyu joined in.

"I had a photoshoot last night," Luna answered.

[Model Luna]

"You work too hard," Jeonghan cooed at her, placing his arm around the back of her chair.

"And you?" Luna turned to look at him, giggling at the look on his face. "You're tired too, aren't you?" She spotted an eyelash on his cheek and reached over to remove it with her fingers.

"Mm, it's too early to film," Jeonghan answered as he watched her.

[Team name: It's-Too-Early-I'm-Tired]

Luna pinched the eyelash between her fingers and held it in front of him. "Go on," she smiled. "Make a wish."

[She's a genie too] [or maybe a fairy]

Jeonghan lazily smirked and played along, closing his eyes before blowing on the eyelash. Luna then reached into her pocket and pulled out a caramel candy she always carried around, handing him one. He gladly took it and ate it with a satisfied smile before patting the back of her head with his hand that was placed behind her.

As they settled back, the atmosphere was a blend of lightheartedness and anticipation, everyone preparing mentally for the upcoming interview.

Soon, PD Na's voice broke through the chatter, capturing everyone's attention. "Now, let's start a simple interview," he announced, garnering the group's focus.

"I'm not going to ask any important questions," PD Na continued, prompting a collective murmur of delight from the members.

"I love it," Jeonghan nodded in approval.

"Good," Minghao added.

"I'm pretty sure you answered those questions in other interviews," PD Na said, drawing nods of agreement from the group. "After the simple interview, we're here to play games. The interview doesn't matter."

"That's right," Jeonghan confirmed.

"Life is game," Dokyeom declared in English, causing Luna to giggle at his enthusiasm and randomness.

"Let's keep it short and move on," PD Na suggested.

The members nodded and agreed, eager to dive into the lighter, more playful part of the show.

"Let's start with S.Coups. Let me ask you a simple question," PD Na said, directing his attention to the group's leader. "You're the leader," he stated.

[#1. S.COUPS]

"Yes," S.Coups nodded, acknowledging his role.

"The leader of SEVENTEEN. What's your role in the group?" PD Na asked seriously, causing S.Coups to freeze momentarily in confusion, much to the amusement of the rest of the members who burst into laughter.

[Leader]

"I'm in charge of saying hello," S.Coups finally answered, earning more laughs.

"Show me," Mingyu teased, leaning back with a grin.

S.Coups stared at him for a few seconds, then announced, "Say the name—"

"SEVENTEEN!" the rest of the members automatically responded, performing their signature hand movement and bowing in perfect sync. "Hello. We're SEVENTEEN."

[Automatic reaction]

"They say it automatically," S.Coups told PD Na with a proud smile.

[He can make 13 people say hello]

"In charge of saying 'Say the name,'" Minghao nodded in agreement.

"When you say hello, everyone relies on the leader. They rely on you mentally," PD Na said, making the members nod in agreement.

"A few members made a mistake while saying hi. They didn't say it right," S.Coups said, shaking his head slightly.

"Do you yell at them?" PD Na asked with a curious smile.

"But I do that too sometimes," S.Coups admitted, making everyone chuckle.

Then PD Na continued, "I heard you have a unique habit. When you go to the internet, you look up your name first?"

"How did you know?" S.Coups asked in shock.

"We researched it," PD Na said, smiling slyly. "Why do you do that?"

S.Coups smiled, looking slightly embarrassed.

"What do you want to know? Why do you look up your name? Can you tell me?"

Luna muttered to herself, "That was like five different questions," making the people around her laugh at her observation.

"Because I'm curious if there are any articles about me. And if I type my name, I get articles on SEVENTEEN too," S.Coups answered, smiling.

PD Na nodded thoughtfully. "I have a question. If you're curious about SEVENTEEN, then you should look up SEVENTEEN."

S.Coups chuckled. "I move to SEVENTEEN after me. I love myself first and love SEVENTEEN."

"You love yourself first and the team," PD Na repeated, causing everyone to laugh.

"Yes," S.Coups agreed with a grin.

"Among us, he's the first one to know how the fans feel or how the situation is going," Seungkwan said, nodding toward their leader.

"He gets information the fastest," Dokyeom added, making the members laugh.

"The social media team of SEVENTEEN," Vernon joked, pointing at S.Coups.

"He's faster than the ‘HYBE’ social media team," Seungkwan quipped, earning more laughter.

"He's really fast," Mingyu confirmed.

PD Na then said, "Okay. When I ask others questions, if there's anything you know, please share your information with me."

"Okay. I'll add to it right away," S.Coups agreed earnestly.

"Was there anything new you found in your recent search?" PD Na asked, making the rest of the members look at their leader curiously.

"When I looked up my name, I only saw articles on SEVENTEEN's pre-order sales and the album sales," S.Coups answered.

[They recorded the highest early sales]

"How is it compared to the previous album?" PD Na inquired.

"We're successful," S.Coups answered both shyly and proudly, prompting the members to clap in celebration.

"That's good to hear," PD Na said, before turning to the member next to Luna. "The next question is for Jeonghan."

[#2. JEONGHAN]

Jeonghan smiled, then turned to Luna, who returned his smile. "I'm getting nervous," he confessed.

"Don't be," Luna whispered reassuringly.

"You sang 'Super' only briefly. You didn't sing the whole song. You sang the highlight," PD Na started. "I noticed Jeonghan was out of breath afterward."

Jeonghan laughed.

"I thought your nickname was Human Battery," PD Na continued. "Let me ask you, from one to one hundred, where are you now?"

The group watched Jeonghan as he thought about his answer. "Right now, maybe eight?" he said finally, surprising everyone.

Luna placed her hand on his arm. "Eight? What do you mean eight?" she asked, chuckling yet her concern evident.

[Culture shock]

"Eight? You used up ninety-two?" PD Na asked in shock.

[Confused]

"He said from one to one hundred," Luna reminded Jeonghan gently.

"Oh, up to one hundred? I thought you said ten." Jeonghan chuckled. "About eighty percent," he corrected. "It's too early to shoot."

[Battery dies fast in the morning]

"Do you lose twenty percent just for going to the hair salon?" PD Na asked Jeonghan, eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"I do. So I divide it," Jeonghan nodded seriously. "Little by little."

"You have to save it for later," PD Na said.

"Yes," Jeonghan agreed, his expression earnest.

[He's always on power saving mode]

PD Na then reached behind him and pulled out a Ziploc bag with bananas and a bag of sweets. He handed them over to Jeonghan, who thankfully reached over and grabbed them.

"A passerby CARAT gave this to us," PD Na explained.

"Really?" Joshua asked, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Wow,” Luna said as she eyed the snacks.

"That's from CARATs?" Seungkwan echoed, excitement in his voice.

[The mafia CARAT]

"There are CARATs everywhere. Maybe there's one in here," PD Na said with a grin.

Jeonghan hugged the food close to him, his face lighting up with delight. "Thank you."

"Oh, I also heard this," PD Na began, preparing to ask another question.

"You have two questions?" Jeonghan joked as he tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, earning a few chuckles.

"You're SEVENTEEN's mother," PD Na said, making Jeonghan nod.

"You are SEVENTEEN's counselor. That's what rumors say," PD Na continued.

Jeonghan smiled modestly. "I don't do much in the team," he said, but the members immediately disagreed.

"That's not true," Luna said firmly.

[No one would take that]

"So I decided to listen to them at least. I thought I should listen to what they have to say," Jeonghan explained. "So I listen to them and became their counselor."

The other members nodded in agreement, their faces reflecting the truthfulness of the second eldest's statements.

"Who's your golden child lately?" PD Na asked Jeonghan, causing all eyes to turn to him in anticipation of his answer.

Jeonghan thought for a moment before responding, "Lately, Dino is…"

[The golden child]

"He drinks every day," Jeonghan added with a teasing smile.

"They keep saying that, but it's not true," Dino quickly disagreed, shaking his head.

[The golden child is getting worked up]

Jeonghan continued regardless, "He seemed upset lately."

"Aren't you the youngest?" PD Na asked Dino, curiosity piqued.

"Yes," Dino nodded, his expression earnest.

"Did something upset you?" PD Na asked gently.

Dino took a deep breath before confessing, "Actually, lately, I had a fight with Seungkwan." He pointed to the member behind him, causing the rest of the group to burst out in laughter and some in shock.

[Attack]

Luna laughed, recalling how petty the fight had actually been. The memory was fresh, and the absurdity of their argument made it even funnier in hindsight.

"They had a fight," S.Coups said in amusement.

"We had a fight and we kept talking to Jeonghan about it," Seungkwan explained, his tone both sarcastic and amused. As he spoke, Jeonghan was seen opening the bag of sweets and taking one, earning the attention of PD Na.

"Are you getting tired already?" PD Na exclaimed, his eyes widening in mock surprise.

Luna chuckled as Jeonghan smiled unbothered. "I need to recharge twenty percent," he said, popping the sweet into his mouth. "My heart is beating so fast."

[When the interview is delayed, Jeonghan's HP drops by 5]

"Why did you fight?" PD Na asked, looking between Dino and Seungkwan with interest.

"Because he didn't get me anything for my birthday," Dino answered seriously.

His answer made Wonwoo and Luna laugh out loud.

[Laughing]

"That's not something to fight about," Luna said, her voice almost singing with amusement.

"That was the main reason?" Dokyeom asked, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Really?" Vernon exclaimed, looking equally surprised.

[Everyone knows they had a fight]

"On the show, I said he should look forward to my gift for his birthday, but I hadn't bought it yet," Seungkwan explained, trying to defend himself.

"But he said he bought it already, and I should wait for it. If he didn't say it, I wouldn't have looked forward to it," Dino pleaded his case, his eyes earnest as he looked around at the others. "I didn't say anything, but every time he was on the show, he kept saying he'd get me a gift. But on my birthday, he didn't say anything. I wondered if he was using me for the show."

[Tragic end]

Everyone went, "Awww," almost sarcastically, making the room fill with laughter again.

"No wonder he's upset," Dokyeom said, shaking his head with a mix of amusement and understanding.

"He only talked about it on shows?" Hoshi asked, playing along with a feigned expression of shock.

"The reason I drank was you!" Dino dramatically said, turning to Seungkwan with an exaggerated pout.

[You made me drink]

Jeonghan turned to them, shaking his head in mock seriousness. "Seungkwan came to me drunk. He said Dino was disappointed big time. He was preparing something nice."

"They worked it out," Jeonghan and Luna said simultaneously, a small smile creeping on both their faces as they turned to each other. Their eyes met, and Luna scrunched her nose at Jeonghan in a playful gesture, causing him to chuckle softly.

[Twin bunnies part 2]

"He got me a real nice gift," Dino told PD Na with a smile.

"It worked out because Jeonghan listened to us," Seungkwan said.

"So did you get it?" Mingyu asked Dino.

"I did. It was a very nice one," Dino nodded.

"I wonder what it is," PD Na asked.

"He got me a jacket. It's a jean jacket. He said he bought the style I liked ten years ago," Dino answered before trailing off, "But I don't like it anymore."

Everyone burst out in laughter at his statement.

"It was still five times more expensive than the gift you got me," Seungkwan started.

[2nd battle begins]

Luna audibly sighed sarcastically, making PD Na point at her, laughing. "It never really ends," Luna told the producers in front of her.

"The price doesn't matter," Dino told Seungkwan, his body fully turned towards Seungkwan behind him.

"I went to ‘Galleria’ for that," Seungkwan stated, eliciting more laughter from the rest of the members who were watching the two in amusement and disbelief, while Jeonghan was quietly munching on the sweets next to Luna, unfazed.

"Let's stop there," Dino said.

"You never stop fucking complaining," Seungkwan said jokingly with a sarcastic smile on his face, his unexpected cursing, which would most likely be beeped out, made them burst out in laughter.

[Mic drop]

Luna reached over the bag of sweets on Jeonghan's lap, who gladly let her take one. She placed it in her mouth, making PD Na laugh as he pointed at the two.

[She's now also on power saving mode]

"After the shoot today, there'll be a line in front of your room, Jeonghan," PD Na told Jeonghan.

"They're welcome anytime," Jeonghan nodded in agreement.

"Okay. Good luck with it," PD Na said before moving on.

"This is funny," Mingyu told Luna, who smirked at him, nodding, "We aren't even halfway through yet."

[2/14 member interviews]

"Joshua, I have a question for you," PD Na said.

[#3. JOSHUA]

"When we met last time, I thought you were an upright guy. You're calm, nice, and you're good-looking." PD Na remembered when seven members went to ‘Game Caterers x HYBE’ a year before.

"He was faking it," Jeonghan interrupted.

"That's the impression I got that day," PD Na continued. "I thought you were a polite and nice guy."

"You're right about that," Joshua agreed shamelessly, making PD Na blink silently at him. "You saw through me."

"He never says no," Dokyeom told PD Na about Joshua.

"That's how I saw you," PD Na said. "But according to my informants, apparently, that's never who you are."

"But you saw through me," Joshua replied, making everyone laugh.

PD Na continued, "You're not just slightly mad, but completely mad."

"It was evident in the opening," Woozi agreed.

"You were walking around with your legs spread," Mingyu added, referring to Joshua's dance in the opening, which made Luna giggle at the reminder.

Joshua explained, "I kind of want to be funny. I was rather discouraged in the past, but now they support me. That makes me want to do something. I think that's how I got those rumors."

PD Na nodded thoughtfully. "I think that's the general problem in SEVENTEEN. I've never seen a group that wants to be this funny."

Seungkwan raised his hand in objection, "You should think before you speak. You created the opening songs for us. We couldn't just walk in."

[Objection]

The members voiced their agreement, nodding.

"How could we ignore it when you gave us so much pressure?" Seungkwan said. "We felt like we had to do something."

"'Show what you've got'," Dino added.

Seungkwan nodded. "For ‘HYBE’ Special, 'We made music for you. Just have fun.'"

He then translated it to, "'Do your best to be funny,'" making everyone burst into laughter and nodding.

Seungkwan stood up and demonstrated how he would normally bow and say hello to greet people. "I couldn't be like this," he said, showing the example. "I couldn't do that."

He then imitated Joshua's opening dance, dramatically swaying his hips and striking exaggerated poses. "We had to do this… I'm saying we'll continue to do our best."

"A lot of CARATs love you for that reason," PD Na said, his tone warm as he acknowledged SEVENTEEN's unique charm. He then turned to Joshua, "The man who doesn't match his kind face."

[Back to Joshua]

The members chuckled, anticipating what was coming next. PD Na continued, asking about Joshua's peculiar inclination to drench himself in water, a habit that had puzzled and amused fans alike.

"I like water," Joshua answered simply, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"You can't wait to go in the water," Dino added, his voice full of mock seriousness and understanding, eliciting laughter from the group.

"Right," Joshua agreed, bending down to reach for the water bottle at the foot of his chair.

"There's water here," Dino noticed, his eyes lighting up mischievously. The tension in the room shifted slightly as the members realized where this was heading.

"Shall we start fresh?" Mingyu suggested, his tone implying that Joshua should go ahead and drench himself right then and there.

"No, no, no," Luna quickly interjected, her voice firm as she watched Joshua with a serious expression, concern evident in her eyes. Jeonghan and Mingyu exchanged amused glances, chuckling at Luna's concerned tone.

Joshua, the water bottle now open in his hand, looked over at PD Na. "It's too early. I'll show you later," he promised, his voice lighthearted, though there was a teasing glint in his eyes.

[He never said he won't do it]

"I noticed when you opened it, people around you were like…" PD Na leaned away dramatically, imitating the cautious reactions of the members, which made everyone laugh. Dino and Luna instinctively leaned back slightly as Joshua held the water bottle, a reflexive move that didn’t go unnoticed.

[Social distancing]

"You never know with him," Luna remarked, her tone playful yet wary, making the others laugh and nod in agreement.

"He looked like he was going to do it for real," Hoshi chimed in, shaking his head as if still in disbelief.

"I'm ready to pour it on me," Joshua teased, his fingers flexing around the bottle as he pretended to lift it over his head. A chorus of voices erupted, some urging him to stop, others laughing at the audacity of it all.

[Someone has to stop him]

[His team is on standby with a dryer]

"He's dangerous. He might really do it," Woozi said, his voice deadpan, but the corners of his mouth betrayed a smile.

"Next is Jun," PD Na announced, smoothly shifting the spotlight.

[#4 JUN]

"I'm here," Jun responded, his tone so dry and direct that it prompted a chuckle from Vernon, who couldn't resist mimicking him, "I'm here."

[Mimicking]

"We've met before," PD Na continued, referring to their encounter during the ‘HYBE’ Special last year. "You played the game quietly last time," he noted, then added with a hint of curiosity, "After that, the comments said, 'That's not who he is,' 'There's been a misunderstanding. He's noisy.' Some said that. Is that true?"

Jun nodded thoughtfully, explaining, "There were a lot of people I'd never met before. It wasn't just us. There were other singers from my agency. So I stayed calm."

"He wanted to look cool. Since he's a senior, he wanted to look cool," Joshua interjected, a teasing smirk on his face as he pointed out Jun's attempt at maintaining an image.

[The world outside of the self-produced content is dangerous]

"Everyone there was young, so I pretended to be a big brother," Jun added, his voice tinged with a mix of pride and sheepishness.

[He is a big brother]

Seungkwan, clearly unable to resist the opportunity to roast his member, turned to address those who hadn't been at the ‘HYBE’ Special the previous year. "You should've seen him that day," he said, his tone dripping with mock seriousness. "Do you know how condescending he was?"

The room instantly buzzed with interest, especially from those who missed the event. Those who were there, however, started nodding and laughing in agreement.

[Getting interested]

"You're right, you're right," Joshua chuckled, pointing at Seungkwan as if he were recounting a fond, funny memory.

"Why? Why?" S.Coups asked, his curiosity piqued.

Seungkwan decided to demonstrate. He gave an example of a normal, casual greeting with a simple "Hello."

[Normal greeting]

Then he dramatically shifts his demeanor to mimic Jun’s attempt at looking cool. With a laid-back expression and a slow nod, he said "Hello" in a tone that was oozing with forced nonchalance.

[Pretending to be serious]

The members erupted into laughter, the exaggerated imitation hitting just the right note of humor. Jun, caught off guard, looked forward in disbelief, shaking his head before pointing at Seungkwan, clearly disagreeing.

"We needed at least one sane person. The whole team is not normal," Jun retorted, his voice rising with mock indignation. His words sparked a loud chorus of laughter from everyone in the room, including PD Na and the production staff.

"We need at least one normal person," Jun repeated, trying to defend his stance.

"Why are you getting mad at me?" Seungkwan asked teasingly, his voice light, clearly enjoying Jun's reaction.

[Not normal part 1]

"Why are we not normal?" Dokyeom chimed in, still laughing as he joined the playful protest.

[Not normal part 2]

"Why are you saying we're not normal?" S.Coups followed, his voice tinged with feigned offense.

[Not normal part 3]

"Hey, we…" Wonwoo started, trailing off in disbelief at the accusation.

"What makes us not normal?" Joshua asked as well, the whole exchange only fueling the laughter.

[Not normal part 4]

"I'm the most normal one here," Luna suddenly declared, pointing to herself with a confident grin.

[Claims to be the most normal]

"Watch it again," Jun challenged, referring to their past videos, his voice determined, yet playful, as if daring them to find evidence that contradicted his claim.

[Who's normal in here?]

[Watch ‘Going Seventeen’ for the answer]

The room remained filled with laughter, the playful banter between the members continuing to highlight the strong bond and unique dynamic that made SEVENTEEN so beloved by their fans.

[To be continued in Clip 1-2]

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mellowsadistic · 3 months

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Birthday Party - Part 1

Sarah attends her little cousin’s birthday party, but after she makes the girl cry, the hypnotist hired for the event decides she needs a little attitude adjustment. Sarah missed the hypnotist’s performance earlier, but that’s okay, because he’s happy to give her a one-on-one session to help her enjoy herself just as much as the birthday girl.

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Sarah parked her car in her Auntie’s driveway and rolled her eyes at the sight of the decorations adorning the front of the house. Multicoloured streamers were draped over the hedges, and a large pink banner hung over the doorway – the words Happy Birthday Penny, written in sparkly silver letters, were flanked by a pair of cartoon unicorns. It was so embarrassingly girly that Sarah couldn’t help but cringe. She wasn’t a tomboy exactly, but she’d long since abandoned anything quite so pink and cutesy.

She got out of the car and huffed. She was twenty-one years old for God’s sake! She had better things to do than spend a whole afternoon at some stupid baby’s birthday party, but her mother had been insistent. Sure, Penny was her cousin, but Sarah hardly even knew her. She’d been away at university when Penny had been born, and Sarah had only seen her a handful of times. She didn’t like babies. Most of her friends thought they were adorable, but Sarah couldn’t get the thought of dirty diapers out of her head. Babies were so disgusting!

Sarah opened the front door and heard the loud laughter and shrieking of a little girl’s birthday party happening inside. How old was Penny anyway? Sarah looked up and noticed several pink balloons bobbing about on the hallway ceiling, emblazoned with the large number “3”. Surely she’d be out of nappies by now at least. If Sarah was asked to go anywhere near a used diaper, she was going to storm out straight away.

She walked down the hall, following the noise, and entered a spacious kitchen that was adjoined to the living room. The place was covered in streamers and balloons and confetti, and there was an enormous chocolate cake sitting in the middle of the table. Her little cousin was wearing a bright pink dress and a plastic tiara, running around the living room playing a game of musical chairs with her friends.

“There you are, Sarah!” came a voice, and Sarah looked around to see her Auntie marching towards her, smiling. “I was worried you weren’t coming!”

“Oh, yeah…” Sarah said vaguely. “There was a lot of traffic.”

Her Auntie’s smile became rather fixed, but she didn’t contest the lie. “Why don’t you have some cake?” she asked sweetly.

“No thanks,” Sarah said, glancing at the chocolate cake with distaste. Just imagine how many calories were in that! Her Auntie wasn’t exactly fat, but she was a lot plumper than Sarah’s own model-thin physique. She might be happy to risk her figure, but Sarah certainly wasn’t.

At that moment, the game of musical chairs ended, and Penny was left jumping up and down, squealing excitedly at her victory. Her mother went over to congratulate her, leaving Sarah to help herself to a drink.

She looked around hopefully for a sign of something alcoholic, but there was nothing. Already wishing she’d made up some excuse not to come, never mind how furious her mother and Auntie might have been with her, she poured herself a plastic cup of lemonade and lounged against the kitchen counter, examining the other guests. There was no-one else even close to her age. Everyone was either a brat or a parent.

Then a man strolled over and leant against the counter next to her. He was dressed very peculiarly in a tailed coat and bowtie, like a stage magician.

“Hello,” said Sarah, uncertainly.

“Nice to meet you, sweetie!” the man said cheerfully. “Are you enjoying the party?”

Sarah was about to lie and say that she was, but there was something about his overly bright tone that annoyed her. “No,” she said bluntly, sounding much more like a pouty child than she’d intended. She felt her face going red.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” the man said kindly. “It’s a shame you weren’t here earlier. I’m a hypnotist, you see. I’m very good with suggestions. I go around deciding what all the boys and girls should become, then I tell them how to act accordingly. There’s always at least one person who’s not enjoying themselves, but after a session with me, they’ll be running around and giggling as happily as anyone else.”

He smiled at her, and Sarah felt a chill run down her spine. The man was quite handsome, even if he was almost twice her age, but there was something a little unsettling about his expression. He was probably hoping to get into her pants, Sarah thought. But no… that wasn’t it. His expression wasn’t predatory. Not exactly. It was more amused, or condescending. He was looking at her in the same way all the parents were looking at their shrieking three-year-olds, and Sarah didn’t like it at all.

“Well anyway,” she said, thinking hard for an excuse to get away, but at that moment her Auntie reappeared, holding Penny’s hand. The girl was fidgeting with the hem of her pink dress and staring shyly at her shoes.

“Sarah,” said her Auntie in a whisper, “could I have your help? I’m afraid Penny’s had a little accident, and I could do with someone to help me clean her up.”

“She had a…” Sarah began, looking down at Penny’s waist. No pee-stained socks. No puddle on the floor. “An accident?” she asked. Surely this couldn’t be happening. Surely she wasn’t really being asked to do this.

“In her pull-ups,” her Auntie clarified.

Sarah looked at her in disgust. “She’s pissed herself and you want me to help change her fucking nappy?” she demanded, disbelieving.

“Sarah!” her Auntie exclaimed in a shocked voice.

“No way,” Sarah said firmly, “I’m not doing that.”

Penny started to cry.

“Now look what you’ve done!” her Auntie snapped. She turned to her daughter. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

“Oh come on,” Sarah sneered. “Can she really not use a toilet at three years old?” She felt a little guilty about making her cousin cry, but she was too angry to care. Her Auntie was acting like she was the one who’d done something wrong! Just because she didn’t want to change a disgusting, pissy diaper! “Maybe I should have brought some nappies for her as a birthday present.”

Her Auntie glared at her furiously. She’d just opened her mouth to say something when the hypnotist cut in. “I’ll take care of Sarah,” he said mildly. He exchanged a meaningful look with her Auntie, and Sarah was shocked to see a smile flash across the woman’s face. She nodded and led her crying daughter away by the hand, throwing Sarah one last furious look over her shoulder.

Sarah rounded on the ridiculous man. “What do you mean you’ll take care of me?” she demanded, raising her eyebrow in a superior way. “I’m not a… not a… What are you… doing…?”

Her voice faltered. The hypnotist had taken out a shining silver pocket watch, and was swinging it in front of her face. Sarah wanted to laugh, but something stopped her. Her thoughts felt slow and sluggish. The hypnotist was saying something, but she wasn’t sure what. The watch was glittering brightly. So, so brightly…

The hypnotist took her by the hand and started leading her further into the house. She tried to stop, but it was as if her body was out of her control. Her feet wouldn’t obey her! She felt a knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach. What was going on?!

The man smiled at her over his shoulder. “Like I told you before, I’m very good with suggestions. I always have been! I know you’re scared, Sarah, but there’s nothing to be frightened about. I’m just going to help you have a lovely time at Penny’s party, and after that…” He paused, smirking. “Well, after that I suppose it will be up to your Auntie.”

Sarah tried to say something, anything, but no words would come out. Before she knew it, she was sitting in a comfy chair in the spare bedroom, the noise of the party echoing distantly. The hypnotist was sat directly across from her, his shiny silver pocket watch back in his hand.

He swung it gently before her eyes, and Sarah couldn’t tear her eyes away. So shiny, she thought. So pretty. Pretty pocket watch…

“That’s it, Sarah,” the hypnotist cooed. “That’s a good girl. Now, we’re going to have a little talk, that’s all, and see if we can make your behaviour match your attitude.”

#mellowsadistic

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ferrstappen · 1 year

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happy mother's day, sorry for the mess l Max Verstappen blurb

a/n: Charles' version will be posted shortly <3

pairing: dad!Max Verstappen x female reader

you can read more of dad Max and the twins here <3

summary: Mila and Luca Verstappen go rogue during Mother's Day, ignoring Max's plan.

Max sighed after putting Mila and Luca to sleep, both too excited to celebrate their mum in just a few hours, after spending weeks planning and buying gifts for you.

The living room was neatly decorated with yellow and purple balloons, the twins' favorite colors. Max had multiple red and white roses delivered. Of course that wasn't enough, the three of them had gone shopping for gifts, Max not caring about it being too much and the twins not having to think whether it was or wasn't expensive; whatever reminded them of you, it was bought.

Max knew you didn't really care about the Dior handbag, a long parka from Moncler, maybe you'd like the Cartier bracelet, but only because it was engraved with Mila, Luca and Max's name and date, but they could've had a cheap fake gold bracelet from Aliexpress and you would've loved it just the same because it had their names on it.

You'd also love the assortment of chocolates that would' probably be gone by today's afternoon. It was a situation Max knew too well ever since you started dating. Max was taught by his mother and sister that classics were classics for a reason, never failing to gift you a large box of chocolates on Valentine's Day.

He remembers vividly your first Valentine's, enjoying quiet time on his apartment not really bothering to go outside, wanting to kiss and touch as much as you wanted in the early stages of the relationship, not having to care about people taking pictures, fans approaching Max for a conversation or autograph, the only thing both of you needed was being next to each other. His memory is clear when picturing you wearing one of his shirts after he left the bathroom, the box of chocolates lying next to you and he opened it, suddenly craving a dulce de leche filled chocolate.

It was empty.

Max was surprised that you were able to eat the entire box during the day, but then he learned it was a common occurrence, but he still pretended to get surprised whenever the box didn't survive past midnight.

Maybe he was dreaming, the early stages of your relationship always brought a smile to his face and was the stuff of his dreams all these years later, but he was aware of his surroundings now. This wasn't his old apartment that he after shared with you, this was the penthouse you got after getting married.

And whatever was coming from the kitchen, wasn't your doing since your warm body was perfectly curved against Max; your back pressed against his back, bottom moving against him as you tried to get comfortable after he moved, Max's hand resting dangerously low on your stomach and legs intertwined.

This was one of the few times he rolled his eyes at Mila and Luca, already knowing they were up to something, absolutely not in their room. He was hoping he would get the chance to celebrate and cherish you before the kids had the chance to interrumpt.

Oh well.

Rubbing his eyes and dragging his feet Max followed the shushed voices, English and Dutch mixing as Mila reprimanded her twin for bringing jam instead of Nutella, but Luca responded 'mama prefers jam in the morning, Mila'.

Max crossed his arms, this not being the first time the twins decided to get started with breakfast. They didn't care that Max tirelessly reminded them that he would wake them up and prepare breakfast for you.

"What happened with the plan?" Max asked and noticed how the twins stopped their movements, carefully and slowly turning around to face their dad. "M, any reason why there's a puddle of orange juice right next to you? Lu, do you know why all those tea leaves are scattered on the sink?"

To make matters worse, a panicked Luca dropped the glass he was carrying, the sound booming around the penthouse.

Max asked his son if he was okay at the same time Mila told her brother he was an idiot.

they all failed to hear the hurried steps coming towards the kitchen. Your eyes were met with your barefoot husband tiptoeing around the glass as he told the kids to not come near.

"What happened?" You asked and this time, it wasn't just the twins who ceased their movements and slowly turned their backs to you. this time they were joined by Max.

Silence filled the room as you were still waiting for an answer for the small mess on the kitchen.

The three Verstappen clones looked at each other, mentally planning on what to say next.

"Happy mother's day!"

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onlyonetifosi · 1 year

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The sun shone brightly as Y/N and Max prepared for the momentous race. Max had spent countless hours teaching Liam and Luca the tricks of the trade, instilling in them the determination and drive to succeed. The twins eagerly put on their racing suits, beaming with anticipation. Today was not only their race day but also their birthday, and YN wanted it to be extra special.

As they arrived at the karting circuit, their friends and family were waiting with eager smiles and cheerful birthday wishes. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the familiar scent of burning rubber and the sound of engines revving in the distance.

"Good luck, boys," YN said, giving each of them a reassuring hug. "Remember to have fun and enjoy yourselves."

Max joined them, his eyes reflecting pride and anticipation. "Happy birthday, my little champions," he said, tousling their hair. "Make this race one to remember."

YN watched with pride as her twin boys, Liam and Luca, prepared for their championship race, the young boys had inherited their father's talent and passion for racing, following in the footsteps of their F1 World Champion dad, Max Verstappen.

The atmosphere buzzed with excitement as the race began, Liam and Luca, driving their sleek Red Bull-branded go-karts, skillfully maneuvered through the track, displaying remarkable talent and a competitive spirit worthy of their father's legacy. The crowd watched in awe as the young racers fought for every inch of the circuit. YN nervously clutched her hands together, her eyes never leaving the track. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and apprehension as her boys maneuvered their karts expertly, showcasing their skill and determination.

Y/N stood on the sidelines, cheering for her boys, her heart filled with pride. Max, wearing his trademark Red Bull Racing cap, stood beside her, his eyes gleaming with a mix of joy and nervousness. He knew his sons had the potential to conquer the race, but he also understood the unpredictable nature of motorsport.

As the race progressed, Liam and Luca displayed their innate talent, battling it out fiercely on the circuit. The crowd erupted with cheers and applause as the young drivers skillfully overtook their competitors. The twins' eyes sparkled with the joy of racing, fully absorbed in their own world of speed and adrenaline.

Time seemed to stretch as the race reached its climax. Liam and Luca were neck and neck, battling for the lead. With each passing lap, their skills became more apparent. They were destined for greatness, just like their father.

Finally, the checkered flag waved, and Liam crossed the finish line in first place, followed closely by Luca in second. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, recognizing the incredible talent displayed by the Verstappen twins.

YN's heart swelled with pride as she rushed towards her boys, embracing them tightly. "Happy birthday, my champions! You've made us all so proud," she exclaimed, tears of joy streaming down her face.

As the boys climbed out of their karts, they were greeted by their father, Max Verstappen. A wide smile adorned his face as he scooped his sons into a warm embrace. "I knew you could do it, boys! This victory is the best birthday present you could ever ask for," he said, his eyes gleaming with pride.

After a moment of celebration, YN led the twins toward a surprise waiting for them in the paddock. As they turned the corner, their eyes widened in amazement. Balloons, streamers, and a beautifully decorated table adorned with a Red Bull-themed cake filled their view. A chorus of "Happy Birthday" erupted from their friends and family, who had gathered to celebrate their special day.

A Red Bull-themed cake took center stage, capturing the essence of their family's racing heritage. Max smiled, his heart brimming with pride. He knew his boys deserved to be celebrated.

Following the cake cutting, Max surprised Liam and Luca with a shower of gifts. Customized helmets adorned with their names, the latest racing toys, brand-new game consoles—each gift more extravagant than the last.

However, as YN watched the boys unwrap gift after gift, a mix of gratitude and concern welled up within her. She approached Max, gently taking him aside. "Max, I appreciate your love and generosity, but this is a lot. I worry that they might become spoiled," she expressed, her voice filled with genuine concern.

Max smiled affectionately, placing a hand on YN's shoulder. "YN, my love, these boys are my everything. They're talented, hardworking, and deserving of every bit of joy and celebration. What good is all this success if we can't share it with our loved ones? I want to give them the world because they are my world."

YN's eyes softened, understanding her husband's perspective. She took a moment to absorb his words and then nodded, a warm smile forming on her lips. "You're right, Max. These boys are incredible, and they deserve the world. I'm grateful to be on this journey with you."

They rejoined the celebration, surrounded by the love and laughter of their family and friends. In that moment, YN realized that their racing dreams, birthday surprises, and heartfelt gestures were a testament to the bond they all shared, a bond that no amount of gifts could replace.

This are the inspiration for the cakes i got :)

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 3 months

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Hi, Mouse!!!! Have you ever written stardew bachelors propose to farmer? I would love to see what you come up with. I didn't see it when I scrolled through your masterlist but I could have missed it. Take care!

Nah, I definitely didn't write about it. So we'll fix that today! Thanks for the question, dear anon! Enjoy 🫰💖

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SDV bachelors propose to Farmer:

Alex:

A classic marriage proposal at a romantic dinner in the Saloon. Only in this case the room was much more decorated, and Alex seemed to be nervous, though he tried to hide it from Farmer. Oh, and the athlete himself had insisted that they both come in evening clothes. Farmer realised that their lover was up to something, but pretended not to pay attention. Live music, soft candlelight, lots of delicious food and snacks (Gus did his best!), and all the while red as a tomato Alex. It turns out that the man kept waiting for the right moment to finally propose and was a little afraid of refusal and spoil everything. But the soft look of his favourite Farmer still gave him strength and the man handed them the mermaid pendant. What followed was a room filled with loud "Yes!", joyous laughter and a few tears ("I wasn't crying, it was the hot sauce in my steak!" Alex, don't lie.). Still, the classics never die!

Sebastian:

When Sebastian got motorbike prepared for the ride, Farmer thought they would just ride around the night city and visit local coffee shops, but emo decided to stop by the Zuzu City Carnival. Sebby isn't usually a fan of noisy and crowded places, but he said he wanted to go there at least once. The loving couple had fun screaming on the roller coaster, took lots of pictures in a booth with funny faces, ate cotton candy and other goodies, and then, tired and satisfied, decided to get on the Ferris wheel. At the very top, Sebastian and Farmer could see the whole town, even spotting Stardew Valley on the horizon. Sebby was holding something in his hand, and when he placed the object in Farmer's hand, he blushed profusely. With widened eyes, Farmer saw the mermaid pendant, and then their gaze fell back on their partner's face, whose cheeks had turned pink and gaze was soft.

Sam:

A small wooden platform, flowers all over the place, a nice sea breeze to help with the summer heat... Everything is perfect. Sammy's decided to have a concert right here, on Stardew Valley beach, and Farmer will be the guest of honour! Strange that Sam didn't tell Farmer that he had time to write another song, but the young guitarist said it was a surprise. The concert was delightful, all the residents were enthralled by the music, and as soon as everyone thought it was over, Sam invited Farmer on stage. The young couple had previously discussed getting married, and Sam thought that dedicating a song to Farmer and proposing to them here would be a great idea. And he wasn't wrong: after nearly dropping the mermaid's pendant in tears of happiness, Farmer enveloped Sam in an tight embrace, to the whistles of Sam's friends and the applause of the others.

Harvey:

Going over the best places to take Farmer out and propose to them, Harvey came across the top 10, and the second place was to book a hot air balloon ride. On the one hand, repeating that venture like that date would be wonderful, on the other hand, the doctor was afraid of getting scared again and holding on to Farmer as a lifeline almost the whole time. But Harvey still took the risk, and to his and Farmer's surprise - this time Harvey wasn't scared. He was worried, of course, but that was more because of his refusal to get married than because of the altitude. But all Harvey's doubts vanished when Farmer looked at the beautiful mermaid pendant with genuine happiness and said the cherished consent to the proposal. Although Harvey's face turned white with horror when his future spouse, in a burst of happiness, began to bounce a little and slightly wobble the basket, but it ended on a very romantic note.

Elliott:

Oh, Elliott had been in the clouds for at least a week, thinking about which place he should choose for a romantic trip with Farmer to propose to them at the end. A boat ride on the sea, maybe a beautiful town with local attractions, or snowy mountains where skiing with a cosy hotel would be waiting for them.... So many wonderful options! And how was the poor writer to choose! He was walking along the beach with Farmer, holding the ring box in the pocket of his red jacket and mulling over ideas. But seeing his beautiful Farmer in the light of the silver moon, Elliott felt it was time. So he went down on one knee, making a speech to the confused Farmer. When the meaning of the words reached them, they knocked the red-haired writer down with a hug and a loud "yes!". And all those ideas Elliott would save for the honeymoon.

Shane:

Shane was tossing around the idea of proposing in Pelican Town, or taking Farmer to the city and proposing there. He wants to do it on the anniversary of their meeting, but the location.... He didn't want to choose a noisy gridball stadium, so Shane settled on the idea of a picnic in Cindersap forest (Marnie had suggested it and given her word that she would keep her mouth shut). It was an autumn picnic, and the forest, painted with fiery orange foliage, created a truly fairy-tale and romantic atmosphere. So after telling Farmer how much they meant to Shane and how much he loved them, he handed them the mermaid pendant and asked the question. And the stones of doubt and fear fell from his shoulders as Farmer smiled broadly and said "yes" to be Shane's spouse. Shane is sure to cry a little after everything.

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casualaruanienjoyer · 2 months

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How the AOT characters contribute to a surprise birthday party

Hello! Thank you for sending this!!

It's YOUR birthday, how do these Aot characters contribute to a surprise party for you?

Armin: he's the one tasked with distracting you. Has to try his ABSOLUTE best to make sure that you have no idea they are planning anything for your bday. You have your doubts, but this man sure is good at distracting you. You somehow end up going shopping with him and Armin seems to want to buy EVERYTHING today.

Jean: he's telling everyone what to do. Keeping everything in check. He wants this to be perfect for you, but it's chaos and nothing goes as expected. He almost has a complete mental breakdown but remembers that you will appreciate it either way.

Annie, Falco and Gabi. Annie's the person tasked with blowing up all the balloons. She might be small but she has some seriously strong lungs. Falco and Gabi fashion different silly looking animals out of the balloons, and even draw faces on some.

Mikasa and Pieck: these girls are working hard to make sure the cake ends up absolutely amazing. They try their best, with Mikasa being the one to assemble it and Pieck decorating it with her dexterous hands. The cake ends up being super delicious, the highlight of the night!

Connie and Sasha: to keep Sasha away from the cake, they decide to go shopping. They are the ones to grab all the supplies needed such as party hats, confetti, balloons, candles. None of them are right and you end up blowing a candle that says 5, holding ballons that say "Congrats on your graduation" and eating from Shrek themed plates. But it sure is fucking hilarious.

Hange and Levi: they are the ones to put up all the decorations. Hange reaches up to hang flags, lights and a massive HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDMA banner (again, Connie and Sasha's doing) while Levi sets the table. No cutlery is out of place. He makes sure of it.

Reiner: he's the one to wrap everyone's presents. He's pretty good with his hands and surprisingly dexterous when it comes to folding paper and making bows. All your presents are wrapped super neatly!

Eren: he was tasked with taking photos and videos of everything, but instead he ends up recording his face for 25 minutes. Everyone finds it hilarious.

Zeke and Yelena: they show up at the supermarked dressed as robbers, and they kidnap both you and Armin. It's all staged, but you're still kinda scared. They end up dropping you back to your home and you watch their car disappear into the sunset. At least you and Armin made it back safely.

Onyankopon: this man can SING and so he does! The moment you open the door, he gives the tone and everyone follows, wishing you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

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Thoughts on the master of fear, Scarecrow? Also, fave design, he has so many good ones (second BTAS, his trading card one, mistress of fear, Gaslight,, fear for sale, the Arkham Games etc)?

Hey so, do any of you remember Batman Live? It was this really fun, extravagant stage show that touched on a lot of Batman hallmarks and was generally a really fun time as far as I recall. I went to the São Paulo premiere with my family, and I was a little too young to really recall most of it now, but some things I definitely remember like the huge Joker hot air balloon made of performers in bodypaint, or the comedy sequences in the Iceberg Lounge. The one thing that stuck with me the most was when the Scarecrow showed up. Batman goes to Arkham Asylum and the entire comedy camp tone drops dead, as he walks in and finds all these bodies in straightjackets hanging from chains, and the doors open as The Scarecrow walks towards him in stilts, summoning loud smoke eruptions that are poisoning and weakening Batman as he leers over him. That part actually did scare me as a kid, and it was probably the first time I had any kind of feelings on Scarecrow imprinted in me.

I was introduced to The Scarecrow as this uniquely horrifying villain who could terrify through presentation alone. I didn't particularly understand what the fear gas was, I was too taken with that ungainly thing up there with the stilts and all those people turned into cadaverous decorations, lurking from the endless halls of the asylum, who towered over everyone and placed Batman into a writhing breakdown with a few gestures, and never appeared again until the cast roll, completely absent from the rogues gatherings after. Granted, of course that's because the stilts prevented him from joining the fight scenes, but that helped to reinforce his mystery. He wasn't someone Batman was going to punch back, no no, the Scarecrow simply vanished as soon as he was done with disarming Batman, and you'd just have to pray for that unfathomable creep to never show up again.

And I'd say this might be part of why I've never been too big on the fear gas, in part because I was first enraptured by a version of The Scarecrow who clearly didn't need it that much, or at least, could do much more besides it. The Scarecrow is, I'd say actually one of my top 10 DC characters, half of that on the basis of his designs, but he's a character who tends to really, really struggle under a lack of cohesion and being subordinate to his gimmick, much more so than the other rogues. The fear gas is a good gimmick, but it is just that, a gimmick, and one that's usually reliant on how far can the story push the horror and the visuals to at least make it effectively scary for us, otherwise it gets incredibly boring very fast, and it's not even a gimmick exclusive to him since so many other characters have similar mind control/illusion abilities/gadgetry at hand (and to say nothing of Hugo Strange, who first used fear gas and who quite frankly kicks the Scarecrow's ass in terms of quality storylines, although Hugo does that to most of the other Batman villains too)

The Scarecrow has become the go-to character for hallucination sequences / revisiting character traumas, which frequently makes him less of a character and more so a convenient plot device, a problem heightened by the larger issue here that is his inconsistent motivation, or lack thereof. He lacks the kind of "breakout" stories that his fellow major Batman villains have had that usually cement an ongoing characterization, and his most famous/celebrated appearences in mass media don't really do much to combat the assertion that he is shallow and weak and whose only asset is the gas (namely, his boss fights in Arkham Asylum, which are all about the fear gas hallucination scares, and his role in Nolan's Batman, which is very fun, but also purposefully plays him up for ridicule and lack of depth next to the other villains)

These days, the Scarecrow is a tedious pip-squeak. His schemes lack verve, his cruelties stir little in the way of frissons. Haunted by cliché to an even greater extent than the other rogues, he’s often brought low with a single sock to the jaw delivered by Batman, or by finding himself on the receiving end of his own fear-inducing concoctions. He often acts as a pawn in the hands of bigger, badder third parties. He’s ostensibly a stand-in for the figure of the reductive, smug and hypocritical psychologist, nicely bundled up for the audience to humiliate in effigy - TheMindlessOnes's rogue review for Scarecrow

In "Nothing to Fear" it is explained that Jonathan Crane has always had this "thing" for scaring people. (Just as Snidely Whiplash had his "thing" for tying women to railroad tracks, I suppose.) But this is a wan kind of motive. One senses sadly that the real motive for the Scarecrow's behavior lies in the writer's need for someone to do something reprehensible. At the root of the matter may be a difficulty in sorting out the Scarecrow's ends from his means, with a consequent confusion between the goals the Scarecrow intends to reach and the tactics he employs in reaching them.

As a psychologist specializing in phobic disorders, Crane knows how to induce fear and trembling in his victims. But this tells us nothing about what the Scarecrow wants to accomplish. And without a sense or statement of what those goals are, the writer will be tempted to substitute means for end and make the Scarecrow's goal simply the scaring of people. Usually his actions are woefully underexplained - Dreams in Darkness' review by Toonzone

You might think that I'd be advocating for the Scarecrow, then, to disregard a need for a motivation and become as unknowable and horrific as possible, to recapture the awe I felt at his Batman Live self, but no, not at all. For one, I don't think the best version of anything is necessarily the one that made the most impact on me as a kid. Two, there have been some attempts over the years to remove Scarecrow from the toxin or seriously amp him up as a threat, and frankly, most of those have only made the character dramatically worse and more boring (I don't remember the name, but there was a Batman story a while ago where he goes on a big scary killing spree with no toxin just to prove he can and it was fucking terrible). Three, and the big one here, is that this pretty much forces you to get rid of Dr. Jonathan Crane, and I think that does a disservice to the character's potential. I think that's giving up on trying to make him work as a character and I don't think you have to do that.

My preferred characterization for Crane is one that emphasizes his nature as a scholar turned supervillain. The cold and misanthropic and neurotic nerd professor who spent most of his salary on books and took to terrorizing the city as a costumed criminal in part because he wanted money to buy more books. Who takes off the costume mid-crime spree to school his henchmen on specifics of brain chemistry, who gets revenge on those that wrong his students or even employs them as henchmen, still the same guy who thinks there's nothing wrong with firing a loaded gun in a packed classroom as a demonstration. Far less interested in human connections than he is in human reactions, things that can surprise him or that he can catalogue or research or write about. Someone who's not a sadist for sadism's sake, but who doesn't really see you as a person so much as he sees a test subject. I like Crane as a snarky humorous heel who thinks of himself as amoral and mature while doing horribly immoral and childish things, the Herbert West or Rusty Venture of Batman villains (James Urbaniak is definitely the voice I'd pick for him).

My preferred kind of motivation for him is something along the lines of how he's portrayed in most of Kings of Fear, where he puts Batman through the wringer in part as an attempt to get to him and cure him once and for all, or issues #4-5 of The Batman Adventures where he induces city-wide illiteracy in part as a protest against the city's failing education. In Gothtopia he makes all of Gotham hallucinate their perfect ideal lives, eliminating the crime rate but causing the suicide rate to spike up in return, and yes it does turn out to be the set-up for a really generic "fear gas everyone with blimps and make everyone twice as scared" pay off when his involvement is revealed, but I always thought Scarecrow being able and willing to do that, to create these huge and even benevolent-seeming social experiments, as an idea with legs. Fear State was frustratingly halfway there, with the initial set-up of Scarecrow pursuing a theory for fear-based social upheaval, but on top of not being very good, it also wound up that he was just doing the same old thing again and had Batman call him out as someone who just wanted to gas the city and make everyone scared again and never changes and does anything different, which seemed like Tynion defeating his own purpose of trying to make a defining Scarecrow story and address his lack of one, completely failing to address the why the character has that kind of problem and upending itself for meta commentary before doing anything interesting.

Even Kings of Fear, easily the best Scarecrow story of the past decades if not outright ever, kinda ends in a bit of a cop-out where The Scarecrow has to be wrong ("Even when he's telling the truth, he's lying, and even when he's right, he's wrong", Gordon tells Batman to reassure him, to nullify the past 5 issues criticizing and tearing into Batman from every angle imaginable), and he has to be a sadist who just wanted to fuck with Batman and uncover his worst fears because it's what he does. Why does Scarecrow want to unravel people and wrench their worst fears into the surface? Because he's a sadist who gets off on it? I guess that's the canon answer most of the time, but it's such a boring, weak one. Because he wants revenge on the world / bullies? Still weak, done better by other villains even. Because of an unspeakably traumatic childhood that taught him the world was ruled by fear and therefore driving him to become it's master? Okay, but it still doesn't actually answer what he wants to get out of doing what he does.

We know that Jonathan Crane was a fragile youth routinely terrorized and abused by others and plainly traumatized by his experiences. We know that he is learned and brilliant and given to introspection and fantasy.

From this base it is not hard to imagine Crane turning into a man fiercely devoted to solitude and study and capable of a murderous rage when his privacy is violated. It is possible, in other words, to imagine him as a reactive force, in the mold of Freeze, systematically terrorizing and destroying anyone who crosses him but rarely wanting to start trouble himself.

Or we can imagine him as a mercenary, a specialist hired by others for nefarious purposes, but who is not himself strongly motivated by particular rages or desires.

But if the Scarecrow is going to remain a sadist and a sadist only—if he is going to be moved only by the psychotic desire to harm others—we ought to be made to feel the seductive power that sadism has over its practitioners; we should be made to feel and appreciate the hot and sour joy that comes from the purposeful humiliation of another - Dreams in Darkness review by Toonzone

It's kind of a frustrating pattern in a lot of his stories where he gives a reason for doing something, and it turns out to be a cover for yet another sadistic fear gas attack, but his cover reason was a more interesting motivation for him than what he actually was going for. A villain who mainly just gets a kick out of hurting people and concocts bullshit excuses and reasons to justify said hurting? The Joker does that already, but the Joker always clearly states what he wants and has all those ways to make cruelty for cruelty's sake entertaining. If that's all The Scarecrow is also, no wonder he's going to be so incredibly lacking most of the time (nevermind the fact that he's never going to be the guy most infamous for gassing Gotham City).

Yes, he may be sadistic and cruel, he may enjoy what he does too much, and maybe there really isn't any kind of realistic explanation as to why a man would dress up as a scarecrow to commit terrorism and spray innocent people with chemicals to make them terrified, but refer to the guy he's fighting. "Realistic" is the wrong term. The issue here is less "why" the Scarecrow does what he does, and more what is he hoping to get out of it. Granted, this is less of a concern if you're playing The Scarecrow as a figure of horror, someone who's not even really human underneath that outfit. But I think that locks away much of his versatility. The Scarecrow needs Jonathan Crane, and I think there's good stuff to like about that awful man.

I like Jonathan Crane the sardonic pragmatic scientist who still embraces his hopelessly ridiculous life, a guy who's not nearly as above it all as he'd like to be and has wants and needs moreso than he really likes to admit. I like him as a book lover, as a fan of horror, I like him as the kind of guy who'd send fan mail to Elvira and break out of Arkham just to catch a Halloween parade and guest star in a Scooby-Doo movie for a change. I like him as someone who'd have a decent working relationship with the other rogues and pal with the Legion of Doom and get into a physical spat with Riddler over a chess game. Someone who custom-makes his own outfits and equipment, who makes scythes out of animal bones to fight Batman with, who picked the scarecrow motif in part because it was a term of derision his colleagues used on him.

Who pours himself over his research as he records his theories in a tape recorder, the kind of guy who grouses at having to clean another cell because he's getting annoyed at his test subjects killing themselves, seriously guys the cleaning supplies for this batch were as fresh as they could be, and the iguana amygdalas I used should be stopping your neocortexes from overreacting this strongly. Subject #3 over there got over his fear of centipedes yesterday and he hasn't screamed all morning, I'm gonna need the rest of you to stop being such babies, okay?

It must be terribly liberating for Crane, to transcend mere ugliness and become inhuman. Of all the rogues, he’s easily the one who takes Batman’s “I need a disguise; I shall become a beast of the night” schtick and runs with it the farthest - TheMindlessOnes's rogue review for Scarecrow

And that's for Jonathan Crane, man of science. The Scarecrow, however, is not science, he is unreason incarnate, and to me what most makes The Scarecrow work as a Batman villain has nothing to do with "they both use fear as a weapon", I always thought that was a bit shallow of an angle to pursue (most, if not all, the villains rely on fear, it comes with the whole "crime" thing). The two have a stronger connection via the costume, the theatricality, the becoming a creature of the night angle. None of the other major Batman villains are going into their costumes the way The Scarecrow is. They have their personas and varying degrees of division between them and their "real selves", but few of them are wearing outright identity-separating Halloween Monster Costumes with separate names and personalities they can dip in and out of at their convenience.

And I'm gonna interrupt myself to answer your second question. I couldn't pick just one design, so counting the Batman Live one above, I picked 10. These are not in order and they're not necessarily how I'd design him, I'd say my actual favorite Scarecrow designs are fan-made, but if I was going to pick out of "official" material these are the ones I'd go for. It's time for:

(Left-to-right: George Pratt's Scarecrow pin-up, Phil Jimenez's Scarecrow design, Ed Natividad's concept art for Suicide Squad)

(Left-to-right: His TNBA design by Bruce Timm as drawn by Luciano Vecchio, Alex Ross's design for Justice, and Tim Sale's Scarecrow)

(Left-to-right: Kelley Jones' design for Kings of Fear, Jeremy Raapack's design for Legends of the Dark Knight #25, Scarecrow's design in Happy Halloween, Scooby-Doo!)

*cough*, anyway: Most of the other rogues with their signature suits or masks or body distortions don't tend to have closets full of different variant Batsuits and scarecrow costumes to choose and devote to their cause and ideal, that they sit at night tailoring on how to make scarier or more loaded with weapons, that they might even have conversations with, things that sit in their closets waiting because both of these brilliant men, men who have (or at least had) different civilian lives, men who could stop doing this at any time, who both decided that becoming a Halloween monster prowling the streets to inflict terror is a necessary, even productive use of their time.

And I think that's the key word I want to end here, productive. I think The Scarecrow needs to be more productive. Because even if he's not aware of it, he is achieving progress via his research, and there is one way he's proved his ideas: Batman walks out of every fight they have stronger. Every encounter they have is a test that Batman resists and walks out of more able to cope with his own traumas, or at least, better able to resist them being weaponized against him. I always wanted to explore the idea that Crane is genuinely convinced he's doing people a favor or at least achieving something via all these horrible Scarecrow campaigns, and one thing he has achieved is that Batman is never not prepared for chemical attacks or assaults on his mind, Batman resists ungodly trials of willpower and determination and courage, in part because he has to deal with the Scarecrow pumping terror juice in his brain semi-regularly.

The fact that Crane loses and gets beaten up and has to retry schemes again and again and kill people and join the costume parade just to lure Batman is fairly inconsequential to him, so long as it gets results. He's not interested in dissecting Batman's brain or being more like Batman, that's Hugo Strange's thing. Hugo Strange needs Batman to be fearless, allmighty and perfect, where as Jonathan Crane wants nothing more than to unearth and study the fears and kinks in the armor, the dead last thing he wants is a perfect man. Hugo Strange wants to crawl naked into the mask of the great and terrible fascist and never come out, where as The Scarecrow wants to crack open all the masks in the world and feast luridly on whatever seeps out.

Batman isn't just the ultimate trial against his fear-ruled worldview (or even affirmation), and he isn't just a breakthrough waiting to happen: he might be his greatest success as of yet. A case study on the success of exposure therapy, proof of potential medicinal applications for his formula, the greatest guinea pig of all time because he won't die no matter what you pump into him, you name it. So what if all those other people couldn't stomach the procedure, so what if those precious innocents are too weak and stupid and useless to not get in the way of research, it's clearly worked wonders for those who could take it.

And if the future belongs to men like Batman, if all of these superheroes and supervillains are the way things are going to be like forever, if the future is Bat-shaped and as vast and uncertain and horrible as the forces shaping it, the future needs to be prepared. The future needs to grapple with it's past and face it's greatest horrors and become stronger for it. There is no such thing as overcoming fear, there is only living with it, embracing it, bowing to the primordial instinct that knows the answer before you do. Mankind grew and developed it's intelligence and tools out of fear, fear of the bigger predators out there, fear of the other cavemen, fear of starvation and death and everything they couldn't understand and master until they learned to fear it. What better knowledge to pass along than fear? And who is better qualified to teach about fear?

Maybe Crane isn't just another monster with a grudge, maybe he isn't another costumed revenge killer, maybe he isn't just a power-tripping sadist bully out to torment others because he can, and maybe he isn't a hopeless traumatized madman who destroyed his professional and personal life in a monstrous quest to satisfy an obsession ruling his soul.

Maybe he is a sane response to an insane situation. Ever heard that one before?

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