#holy shit that GOT ME AHAHAH

[akascow]

renfield is comedic genius im literally cry laughing real tears bc i just watched ben schwartz snort a centipede like it was fuckin cocaine

[touchmycoat]

for my birthday this year I got a two-day land typhoon, a daoist funeral, a crafts party, three new ferns, a rosemary harvest, and left shoulder pain so bad I was 60% convinced it was a fucking cardiac event 'cause i couldn't fully inhale and the pain radiated up to my jaw lol

[eternal-star-rogue]

Prev Post<== @comms-exe

“Wait wha-“ Zipper didn’t even get to finish that thought as Comms seemingly turned himself off and Zim’s body slumped over. Zipper and Ellie stared at him for a moment and then shared a look.

“Is he like… okayyyy??? He’s not dead right?” Ellie asked, nervously scratching the back of her neck in confusion.

“I don’t think he ever was ok to begin with, ah but no. He’s not dead. I’m not sure if he’s conscious or not though. One things for sure, he’s technically not a person. Zim probably didn’t have the time to make him into one, but I’m gonna change that reeeaaal quick.” Zipper said as she rolled the sleeves of her hoodie up. 

“Riiiight.” Ellie said, somewhat lost on what Zipper meant entirely. She started rifling through the case of medical supplies and pulled out a wound-disinfectant and some cotton balls and began cleaning Comms/Zim’s wounds. 

Zipper set herself to work, unbuckling Comms and laying Zim’s body gingerly down on the floor on his stomach. It was then she realized how much she’d grown in comparison to Zim. She was taller than him now, by at least a half foot or so. He wouldn’t like that very much….

Zipper shook her head and got out her tools and began carefully taking what was technically Comms themself apart piece by piece. Processors and cables and computer chips and wires and plugs and all sorts of little data crystals and usbs all strung together and held in place by a couple shabby outer-shell pieces of scrap metal, with… wait what the-

“Ellie holy fuck there’s a load bearing juice box in the middle of all this mess. If I pull it out he’s all just gonna fall to pieces.” Zipper said, pointing at the box with a mini extendable flashlight.

Ellie stopped stitching together the gash on the back of Comms/Zim’s head and glanced over. “Is it… is it even like doing anything other than holding stuff together?”

“No it’s not it’s- wait oh my god look. There’s a message written on it. It’s in Morse code.” Zipper exclaimed.

“Oh shit what’s it say?” Ellie said, going back to stitching Comms up, not taking her eye off her work for a second. 

Zipper squinted as she tried to read the juice box through the tangled mess and was silent for a few moments until she burst out laughing and cackling, almost scaring Ellie into messing up her stitches.

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHH, It says, ahahah, it say “pieces of shit all they’ve given me is expired prune juice, fuck them and fuck their juice.” Zipper had to put her tools down for a minute as she laughed. “Oh man, yup. Yeah that’s Zim alright.” 

Ellie rolled her eyes and shook her head, but she was smiling ever so slightly. It was good to hear Zipper laugh at least. 

“Alright, let’s get you fixed up Comms.” Zipper said, carefully removing the juice box and beginning to piece together a more solidly built “pak” for him. She worked tirelessly for hours, even pulling out a few components of her own pak that she didn’t desperately need just to help Comms be more efficient. She felt bad for the circumstances of his “birth” and the lack of personhood he had. Perhaps when this was all over, she could make a robotic body for him to inhabit, or perhaps Zim would clone an Irken body for him. Anything that is given even the resemblance of life, deserves to live it in full. That’s what Zipper believed anyways. 

Zipper sighed, wiping the sweat off her forehead and wiping her oily scuffed up hands on her hoodie. She turned the pain sensing inhibitor all the way down to 2%. Any higher and Comms would wake up screaming in agony from the amount of pain he’d be in. Especially with those wounds that were now very VERY slowly healing and regenerating. Thank goodness Ellie had used the dissolvable stitching wire, otherwise those sutures would fuse into Zim’s skin and he’d have to rip them out. 

“Ok now how do we uh… turn you back on… I actually didn’t see a button of any kind so I’m really hoping you have an automatic startup system.” Zipper said more to herself than anyone. 

[icaruspendragon]

in an absolutely phenomenal bout of luck, i got home from the convention and discovered i need a new power steering pump (amongst several other things) for my car for me to be able to drive it. if you’d like to/are able to toss a couple bucks my way so i can get that fixed sooner rather than much later, it would be greatly appreciated.

i have ko-fi and patreon and i’d be more than happy to do whatever silly thing you’d like in exchange for your donation. my stress level is already at like an eleven with it being the launch week for my book and the everything else i always have going on and about i’m about two seconds away from faking my death again ahahah. :’)

if you can’t donate, pls boost or send me good vibes bc holy shit do i need them !!

[atticcreationz]

1,2,7 and 10 !

Thanks for the ask! <3 We are quickly going to learn that I have trouble picking favourites ahahah

1) Favourite song is either High School is Killing Me or Cool As I Think I Am! I could gush for a long time about how gorgeous they both are. NPMD actually takes the cake for my favourite music in the Hatchetfield trilogy - least skips, most bops! (Hatchetfield, compared to other Starkid musicals, doesn't always have music I like to listen to outside of watching the musical itself)

2) Jesus don't make me choose between my children...! Starkid are really so damn good at having a tight group of main characters. Hmmmmm the many years of starkid nostalgia means I always love a Joey protagonist so damn much, but you know what, I thought Richie was so great, I think he wins by a hairs breadth. He opened the musical beautifully, I was a little weeb at his age and hung out with a lot of kids like him so his dialogue was fuckin hilarious and hit me where I live, I had a lot of FeelingsTM, and he ended act 1 beautifully too.

7) Dirty Girl! Loved it in the musical (Angela's performance is just amazing, as was Will's) but used to skip it on the album coz it just wasn't really my genre of music. I think it's coz the opening verse doesn't really hit for me. But everything from that Grace verse onwards got me in the end.

10) I'm such a basic bitch and l tend to love the canon ships (Lautski are so damn cute, and Holy Ghost are insane for each other /pos), so I'm reading this question as what NON canon ships do I like! I love Trevor and Rudolph, but also I wanna see Ruth (my sweet baby bisexual) have a happy flirty moment. Is anyone shipping Ruth with Brooke?? I don't think they'd be together long, but I think they'd have some adventures (or y'know, Brooke setting fire to shit and Ruth too flustered to stop her) before they went their separate ways. Or maybe Ruth and Caitlyn would be cute, a short theatre kid romance while they work on a show together!

Link to the NPMD ask game post for anyone who wants to see the list of Qs or who wants to join the fun! https://www.tumblr.com/atticcreationz/736158319964733440

[bubblepopsims]

Ruby sighed and shuffled more through the large photo album. More and more the memories seemed to come back, but yet they didn't seem as painful to relive them again. Her eye widened and a loud laugh followed. R: "Oh goddddd I FORGOT I CUT MY HAIR!" Josiah raised a brow in confusion only for his eyes to widen "YOU DID WAIT LET ME SEE!" but before Ruby could even pass it Josiah decided to rip the whole album from her immediately laughing at the sight.

J: "the swooop - he managed to say through the tears that filled his eyes- THE FUCKING SWOOP.... DUDE.... ! holy hell... ahahah that was a time. looked like our old lesbian gym teacher." Ruby threw one of the pillows at him and huffed "shut the fuck up! the mop on my head had to go and guess what i trusted Hades to cut my hair okay ! he said it looked good." Josiah continued to laugh and shake his head only to stop and fully examine the pictures before him.

his smile started to drop slowly while his eyes glanced up at Ruby. J: "Izzi was slowly becoming themselves before our very own eyes.. looking at these pictures, you can just see it... especially in their eyes." Ruby huffed again and let out a deep sigh "those fucking eyes... there were times I really thought Izzi was going to just rip me apart and drink my blood.. honestly, it was quite hot. - she laughed and shook her head- Izzi had a way of catching me off guard with just a look.. I don't know.. they always had this intense stare, like.. it wasn't really them staring back at me but it was.." Josiah hummed and looked back down only to chuckle "Why are we such idiots!" Josiah turned the book towards Ruby showing him exactly what he was talking about. R: "jesus..."

R: "fucking graduation..... you know to this day i still don't remember what the hell happened that night.." Josiah blinked and thought for a moment only to scrunch up his face "i actually.... shit... i don't know either.. i just know a lot of tequila was involved and you were crying about how much you missed Izzi because they couldn't go out that night." Ruby nodded slowly trying to think hard on it but decided to just go with it. "yeah... i think that is kinda what happened at your guys graduation too right" J: "noooo we got Izzi high that night remember on the beach " Ruby laughed and pinched the bridge of her nose "oh my god yes and Izzi kept getting very paranoid.. that night we learned no weed for izzi... ahaha... god Izzi was so cute though... sadly we only took one picture that day." Josiah chuckled but shrugged "it's a good one though"

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[kitten4sannie]

if i can be so honest and vulnerable for a second, first of all i adore your writing you are genuinely so talented, and second of all. blinding faith has ruined me and i am desperate for the next parts i am so so serious. you put crack in that fic bro i keep coming back to it

YOU GOT ME ACTING UP STAWWWPPP HSWJEHWHHW *factory resets* holy shit tho thank you so much ???? i’m gonna be real with you that really touched my heart ;^; <3 and ooooh! yesss my blinding faith series ehehehe im honestly so sorry the second part has been delayed for this long (im struggling a lilll bit 🤏🏼) bc i want it to outdo the insanity of the first part ykwim ?? but like still be cohesive enough to make sense for the third and final part…….but i’ll figure it out >:))) NOT CRACK AHAHAH BUT OMG IM SO HAPPY YOU ENJOY IT THAT MUCH 😭💕 i’ll put the work in for you anonnie i promise !!

[hummingbird-games]

chatty gemmy cathy tonight (who's STILL procrastinating + fighting the anxiety allegations) 🙂

I leave my additional rambling under the cut for your scrolling needs

LOL okay. So. Aside from meager updates and treats on ko-fi, I'm just way too anxious to make a proper new year post??? I've gotten caught in this loop where I want to spill my guts but I don't want to be perceived. So. knowing that most people scroll by posts anyway allows me the illusion that I'm sharing international secrets WITHOUT me acknowledging that I am sharing international secrets. yeah?

HSD:JY #2

as for what I can share here, I've been working--until right now--very quietly in the background and I get a thrill of excitement every time I touch the outline document?? I am also currently job hunting in the hopes of entraining a new place of employment that allows me to pay bills, fund this funky enterprise, and alleviate the physical and mental stress in my bubble of life. yup. but honestly being a game dev is still somehow cheaper than therapy so that tells you EVERYTHING you need to know kjzsfjsjf)

CRUSHED

Confession. I was supposed to fucking REST during the holidays. I was supposed to finish my little reading challenge and spend time with my family, and even if the holidays weren't holi-daying, just focus on my family who I do love dearly and could stand to show it more. yeah um so like I got to talking with some friends??? I mentioned this before lol. but I got to talking. and I got inspired. and then the next thing I knew, I was taking time away from what should have been spent on HSD (if I was gonna be stubborn and careless with said rest) annnnnd started working on Secret Project. or what my sibling calls Secret Project 2025--because I told them that this project wasn't supposed to be worked on until 2025.

Would you like take a guess as to what this secret project that will no longer be secret once I hit the "post" button is?

.....

.....

......

any guesses?? give up?

Crushed #2. Previously under the working title "Folded" which I wasn't married to, and then renamed to "Loved" as I got deeper and deeper into the draft.

As it stands, Loved is gonna need some more "love" LOL!! Crushed was a very fast process from inception to production, mostly because writing Corey was as natural as breathing once I let go and Let God ☠️ Loved is Jacob's POV and um....listen, I love the guy, and I love him for Corey but fucking damn, his ass needed three outlines, all of my attention and wanning energy, a cry session, touching grass, and then the acknowledgment that the first draft was not going to be the final draft.

I really love how Jacob's POV came to be, I loved getting to know him outside of Corey and as his own character. and I loved being surprised by things in the draft. But it's so heavy. It's. Soooo. Heavy. Once again I found myself writing about grief (because 1) i'm so original and 2) because another story needed to be told authentically). But. I don't want it to be this heavy game when it's released out in the world. So when I have fresh eyes I will return to it and figure out if there's parts of Jacob's story that I missed due to tunnel vision that balances things out. and ofc there will be the fun things of getting beta/sensitivity readers because of Jacob being biracial--I've done research but certain things need more than my eyeballs on it--.

I'm gonna be super honest with y'all...it would be bat-shit crazy and an absolute dream of mine to get this game out to y'all by the end of the year. like december 2024. the only thing that's holding me back is HSD (because again that should have my full attention...Crushed is my baby but more players care about HSD and ahahah that's valid). The only thing--part 2--that's holding my back is funds. I VERY briefly considered a kickstarter but I'm still not built for crowdfunding and I've already had enough bad ideas 3 days into the new year, and I should spread it out more 🤧

but yeah. the reason this was supposed to be a 2025 project?? because I selfishly want to get to keegan and oke's story, and I KNEW that to get there, Jacob's came first. So in my infinite wisdom I decided to start now to be "prepared" to finish Jacob's POV later. and then I sat and wrote out the full draft.

🤡🤡🤡

anyhoo. there is so. much. STUFF. I wanna say about Loved, and I'm super proud of myself for keeping it kinda vague here, but I promise that if I suddenly get an inheritance from a dead family member, I will put it to good use in getting Loved done AND share all the swirling thoughts in my head about the game. oh and also be able to pay the sensitivity readers for their time and expertise, damn gemini ☠️

THE KNIGHT DANCE

not much to say here except if HSD is the main concern, TKD is the second main concern because I had to shelve this baby twice and HBG is overdue on a sapphic story (yes HSD has lovely sapphic content but as a player you can choose not to interact with it soooooo....)

this one will definitely force me to take initiative and reach out to people for all the roles and I still have Great Fear and Low Brain Cells so once I sit down, review the script, and figure out what roles need fulfilling, we can start cooking with oil!

IMPOSTER SYNDROME

keeping this very short and very vague, but...one of the things I pride myself on and strive to improve and keep up my skills with AND have been complimented on has been encouraged to be in the spotlight in a very low stakes way, but my brain as decided "no pressure" really means "yes pressure" and suddenly I believe myself to be the Worst Candidate. but I'm believed in and I don't want to let people down so it's just...distractions x 10 until I finally exhaust myself and get to work ☠️

i'll get over it just gotta be dramatically anxious first

....

GOOD TALK!!!! lol and with that, I think I shall leave tumblr and find a soothing activity to participate in 🤣🙃

[cherubdulce]

HI AGAIN!!! ok so admittedly delayed my watch for dis.venture but im at ep 5 now and honestly im so?!?! holy shit? the writing is so mature and realistic, like usually i dont feel bad if the eliminated character leaves but i actually got so... hurt?!!? even if i knew theyre gonna be voted off but the emotional impact they gave me made me actually hurt for them like omg? like i did not think i would actually feel so bad for grett after that phone call. everyones not a jerk... theyre all so human..... theres still so many good details i didnt mention but im sure we can agree its so good

i guess its the perfect time to say how LOW my jaw dropped when fiore did that whole 180 snap in personality - she showed her true colors AND IM HERE FOR IT. SHES SUCH A VILLAIN BUT I SUPPORT HER GIRL WRONGS AHSKAFSAFSA AT LEAST FOR NOW. i was actually so sad learning that drew got out quickly (i liked the way they written his mute trait :< it reminded me of red wwiwiwi) i like him now but i will miss him fr....

ANYWAYS IM NOTICING THE DEVELOPMENT IN TOM AND JAKE'S RELATIONSHIP AND I LOVE THE BUILD UP, IT FEELS SO NATURAL AND GOOD. THEYRE SLOWYL GROWING ON EACH OTHER IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR THAT DYNAMIC SNIFFNSNIFFFUEUEU

i dont wanna keep this message long but its. its so good im having fun hehe :}} ALSO DAN STILL SURVIVES I WAS CHEERING FOR HIM SO HARD I DONT WANT HIM OUT TOO EARLY WAAAAAA im developing a soft spot for him ueueue sniff sniff

LONG REPLY !!! BE AWARE I APOLOGIZE FOR HOW LONG TJIS IS JIL

WIWIWIW OMG DONT FEEL BAD .. IM ACTUALLY SO HAPPY YOURE STILL CONTINUING IT!!! I’m surprised honestly. YEAH DISVEN.TURE CA.MP does such a GOOD JOB in writing realistic emotions and situations into their characters compared to tot.al dra.ma. It keeps going forward and gets more divided whenever it shows a situation that’s supposed to “pick a side” but it really isn’t for that case. YOULL UNDERSTAND ONCE YOULL CONTINUE BC THERES SO MUCH DRAMA IN THE LATER EPISODES.

THEY NAILED THE SUSPENSE ON THE ELIMINATIONS EVEN THO SOME OF THEM ARE PREDICTABLE? I was really sad when drew got eliminated too because of how well they portrayed a mute character— (I didn’t know red is also mute,, that’s so cool…) also what I like about the series with their representation as well 😭 I’m relieved you feel bad for Grett even tho she can be mean but she’s literally playing the game so I can’t BLAME HER as much (same goes to Fiore). For me, Grett’s development through the series is by far one of my favorites as it progresses (and one of my favorite characters) .

IM GIGGLING OVER OVER THE REACTION ON FIORE’S TRUE COLORS. She’s veryyyy messed up (I COULD NOT GET OVER HER BURNING ASHLEYS AND NICKS STUFF JUST TO FRAME LILL THAYS FUCKED) but also plays the game very smartly. She’s such a freaking gremlin I love her so much 💔

THE BUILD UP ON TOM AND JAKE IS SOO SWEET TO WATCH I LOVE HOW NATURAL THEIR LOVE STORY AS IT PROGRESSES IM glad you like those goobies ahaha 🫶🏽 IM HAPPY YOURE STILL ROOTING FOR DAN AHAHAH he’s just a special “just a guy” dude and I love how he plays the game fairly and use logistics 😭💕

[tksavvy]

⚡Electric Eel Cookie Headcanons👠

(A little heads up, this will contain swearing. If you are not into that, don't read this list! Something else...please heart this post if you want a follow-up fic! I am actually in the mood of writing one...and besides, I feel like I'm probably the only one here who's into Cookie Run...)

Now, onto business!

Notes: Tough Lee, Cheeky Ler

Tickle Notes: My dude is too extreme of a lee to not tickle oh my dear god. His ler side, however...

Another one of my favorites, I loved the concept of an electricity themed Cookie and now we have one and I live for him.

⚡Lee!Electric Eel headcanons🔌

-Remember the last post I made? Yeah? Then, we're going to ignore the fact that Eel is literally Lee backwards? No. You know what that means, boys. He's a lee, and that's that.

-On the tickle scale, he's a 117/10.

-He only wants to get tickled by the people he's formed a relationship with. Example: friends, lover, best friends. Acquaintances are fine too, but moderately. Strangers are completely out of the list.

-When he's in a lee mood, he gets embarrassed more than usual, he gets fidgety and usually tends to lie about it. He gets found out by Mocha Ray and Abyss Monarch most of the time.

-Abyss Monarch: hello there, Elec. I'm gonna wreck you completely!

Electric Eel: (Oh shit, I am going to fucking die.)

*Abyss Monarch then proceeds to obliberate his sides, and armpits...and uses his tickly tentacles on his neck and ribs and restrains his arms with some other tentacles*

(someone draw this please. not forcing you!)

-speaking of, keep the kids away cuz bro has a habit of swearing (especially saying the f word) a lot when wrecked. I like to keep stuff family friendly here, but I gotta do it man...

-"NOHOHOHOHOO---F*CK YOHOUUU! AHAHAH F*HUCK IHIHIT!! HOLY SH*HIT! STAHAHAHAP!!" -⚡

-Eleco (yup that's his nickname now) tends to spurt out jolts of electricity when laughing too hard. For example, grab the ribs and nibble them. Trust me, always works. You're gonna need to remember that later...

-Death spots are his ribs, underbelly, and neck (not to mention his sides also)

-my dude gets extremely flustered over his ticklishness...especially when around a friend of his...or around his fellow guardians...

-also his scars are rlly ticklish. (and a good spot, especially the ones on his ribs and underbelly!!) often squeals and melts into a puddle of giggles when tkled there.

-"STAHAHAHAP IHIT AHAHALREADY GOHOD FU-" -⚡

*[C/N] proceeds to get the scars*

-"Wait, not the scars! Not--THE SCAHAHARS!!" -⚡

-Lobster, Abyss Monarch, and Mocha Ray once ganged up on him. Lobster was in charge of restraining the dude, Abyss grabbed the sides and Mocha Ray restrained his legs and I am not saying anything past that. as you may have guessed, mocha ray got his feet and she used tools. more precisely, an electric toothbrush and a small feather. Yes, they got the scars.

-He tried to get revenge on Abyss Monarch, only to find out he isn't ticklish except for two major spots, and get tickled relentlessly.

-Every single time he does that, it ends in him getting tkled.

-The first and only time he succeeded to catch him off guard was when he did a small raspberry on his neck and also squeezed his sides, and he let out a squeal. (it was his neck.)

-He definitely needs aftercare, no matter how long you did it for.

-Remember that headcanon with the jolts in it? Well, the more electricity he generates, the more sensitive he becomes (unfortunately for him, and fortunately for all the people out there that are in an extreme ler mood today and need a burst of energy. Yo, anybody have some tools?!)

-weaknesses: getting teased (gets even more flustered if it's abt ticklishness), anticipation, nibbling (especially on his weak spots, especially especially when you make that "nonmnomnom" sound), tools(???), raspberries, rib counting

-"...You goddamn son of a biHI-" -⚡

🔌Ler! Electric Eel aka Vagabond Cookie 2.0 headcanons ⚡

-"I'm gonna getcha~! Hehehehe!!" -⚡

-that last phrase was him in one sentence.

-Even though he's a huge lee, Eleco can be a devious ler sometimes. Trust me, he does not know the definition of the word mercy.

-And get ready, because if the mood hits him, he WILL get revenge on you. And it won't be merciful...

-He pokes his lee's sides usually when they're off guard. Three pokes, and you know what happens.

-He plans surprise tickle attacks on Abyss, instantly targeting his neck since it's the only good spot he knows.

-He usually tkls people until he's tired or he feels like they can't do it anymore.

-Loves teasing his lees. (especially when he hits a weak spot)

-"Not there? Too bad, I'm going all out now and you can't escape~!" -⚡

-As I said, he doesn't know who that guy called mercy is. Too bad for you!

-usually tends to poke people's sides just to see their reaction (more commonly Lobster)

-Tends to have tickle fights with Mocha Ray (which he sometimes wins, sometimes loses)

-Smirks and teases with direct eye contact (especially when his lee is absolutely flushed. BRO CAN GET FLUSTERING AF-)

-"Aw, is someone flustered~?" -⚡

-also tends to use the r-word on his lees when he feels like it.

-oh and he also uses that tuft at the end of his long hair to tkl the lee's stomach or sides or behind their knees.

-tools: fingers, hair (sometimes), nibbles, raspberries

-In conclusion, he is extremely devious. Be careful with him.

Any requests for headcanons? File 'em in!

[docholligay]

oh holy shit I'm past time!

Sorry ahahah I GOT CAUGHT UP man, I think what, if nothing else I will take out of this show, I love about it, is, it makes me take a stance and then immediately challenge it. I fucking love that. I love having to debate myself. I love when I don't know what I think. So fun. I love to be at the magnetic pole of my moral compass. Genuinely!

Anyway, I HOPE YOU ALSO HAD FUN WATCHING ME CHASE MY OWN TAIL.

Tonight, I get to go to my VERY FAVORITE bad movie in the theater: Flash GOrdon! and if you want, you can watch it with me on Saturday!

Tomorrow: Shounen Ragu! I actually loved the top half of last episode, so I'm hoping the really great vibes continue!

[ltlemon]

kk I'm gonna live blog episode 6 of OFMD because it'll be funny MAJOR SPOILERS but also like everything's super spaced out so you could probably read along with my reactions? (no clue why you would do that but the option is there.)

fair warning this is really long but no one's going to actually read this so that's fine.

that opening shot is SOO PRETTY

who tf is this guy

'my love'? is he fruity and evil? evil and fruity?

'god that was a beautiful pitch, that was really nice'??? I THINK SO???

I might end up liking the evil gay violin man

hi ed <33

oh no trauma

DRAMA WITH THE GIRLLLS <33 (Izzys little wiggle is precious)

HE THOUGHT HE WAS ROACH???? HOW DRUNK IS HE HOT DAMN

he did say sorry though :')

they're sharing the bottle !! the only times ed has done that with anyone that I can remember has been with calico jack and stede

fock off >:(

aww stede put away all his stuff for him

's probably not a good idea though

oop, yep, caught it. guilt room :(

poor stede he looks like he feels a little bad now.

he's so sweet about it though. <3

ARCHIE!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HER SM

AA LOOK AT HOW JIM LOOKS AT HER

HOLY SHIT THAT WAS A BIRTHDAY STORY?!?!? AHAHAH

GIRL YOU ARE INSANE

oluwande looks like he's doubting his partners choice of a third slightly

fang's sticking his pinky out!

hehehehe they want a party <33

YEAHHHH

aww not stede offering to give the loot up to a good cause

give it a new purpose, one not tied to ed's guilt

you interrupted their little meeting >:(

EEhehe

YES TURN POISON INTO POSITIVITY

that's what I said

aw ed's charmed

✨I'm gonna go walk my dogs now, I'll be back✨

okok I'm back and I have a quesadilla

oh cool Ricky's back

you were minding your buisness?? no tf you weren't

heh, his new nose is cute though, it's like fancy china

old wrapped his arm around Jim!!! the cuties ever!!

AWWWWW HES FUCKINDUWDHAH

HES GIVING MONEY TO RANDOM KIDS BC HE WAS POOR AS A KID ADSIJN

I love him so much

'filthy little gutter rats' I'm dying

INN RP???

'don't be pirates' 'yeah agreed don't be pirates 😀'

zheng!

girl what is wrong with you

wee John doing drag makeup!!!!!!!! EAHEIDHAB

izzy seems quite intrigued

AWW stede's so charmed by the party

it's rubbing off on ed too

omfg Jim's so silly

just a little guy

HOLY SHIT WEE JOHN LOOKS GOOD

eeeeee ed's little smile at stede <33

WHAT THE FUCK IZZY MUSICAL SCENE WHAT

WHAT THE FUCK

AND HE'S GOOD!?!?!?!?

WIAIYT WAIT WAIT ARE THEU GONNA DANCE

PLEASE PLEAAAASE TELL ME THEYRE GONNA DANCE

fang's clapping for izzy in the background ee

UEUEUEUE SOME PEOPLE ARE DANCING

Jim and Archie are so flipping cute omfg

holy shit??? hand kiss???

AWWWW <<3333

OH OH OH AND JIMS DANCING WITH OLU TOO

THEY REALLY DO HAVE TWO HANDS

HAH HOLY SHIT THE THREE OF THEM ARE TRYING SO HARD

JIM SANDWICH

!!!!

AW OH OH NO ED SHIELDING STEDE-

oh its gay violin man!

'oh I'm going to torture you all. by the way. 😃' sorry I forgot, I meant evil gay violin man.

I love how when ed says 'its because I only hang out with cool pirates' Stede's looking at him like he just delivered the burn of the century

oh holy shit stede's getting pissed he's like stop touching him

'oh shit! You struck a chord, I think you got it in one!' his face here is so wholesome aa

'you torture like a bitch' 'yes ok honey maybe you shouldn't say that it might get us killed'

AW NO THE LITTLE 'it's me you want ITS ME YOU WANT' he can deal with it, causing pain to himself because of an action he did is fine, he's used to that, but that pain coming to stede is unacceptable.

'so what's the plan you...weird...fock?' starting to like izzy

AHDJAKSJ I love Lucius and Pete sm ya'll

his little conductors baton is really cute

Lucius and Pete in the lower levels of the ship looking like a shot from Alien

omfg stede asking for her name is so cute'

'where were you 😡' 'we got engaged 😄' 'aww🥰' 'anyways- 😡'

'alright gang! let's talk profit sharing! 😄' I'm dead

'don't do it stede 🥺' crying sobbing shaking

holy fucking shit stede

OH NO

baby's looking haunted by the horrors in his bedroom

??????

WHAT??

THE LOOK ON HIS FACE???? I NEED TO REWIND HOLD ON

HOLY SHIT

EDS FACE TOO HE WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT

sir you just killed a man???? why do you want to fuck now????????

aw ok but Izzy's back to singing though <33

he likes it :))

PHEW HOLY SHIT WHOA

OK IM STAYING SILENT FOR THIS SCENE ILL TALK WHEN ITS DONE I CANT FLIP BACK AND FORTH DURING THIS ONE BOYS (gn)

THAT WAS SO GOOD

LUCIUS'S LITTLE DANCE, EVERYONE SINGING ALONG,

GAY SEX?!?!?!

AGAGAAHAH

omg they're shouting for an encore in the creditsaaa 🥺

and Archie and roach interact yay!!

wow. ok. so we were right about the gay sex hips!!!

wow. we were right about the gay sex hips....

on to episode seven. (I may die within the next 24 minutes.)

[yuufujimaru]

its diasomnia anon AGAIN. bc holy shit voldemort got his ass BEAT dumbass lmao. Thank you for blessing me with voldemort slander 🫶

whens voldie and his lackeys gonna come to twst i wanna see drama 🔥🔥

AHahah! I was unsure if it was going to be too much to be honest. I have established in the first story that Hiro is not someone to be messed with and it's pretty known that he's willing to do horrible things to get his point across.

I might post it on the old stories as a sort of 'Hey! This was going to be part of the story if I continued on from 4th year! What do you think' and go from there.

As for Voldie coming...I'm not to sure if it will be in this story but maybe a later one?

[seitmai]

So, Bob agreed. His dad had sometimes watched Nascar while he was growing up. He didn't know much of anything about motorsport but, if Nat wanted him there, he'd go.

God he's just such a good friend 🫶🏻

Charles furrowed his brows. And then his face relaxed as he shook his head at her. "Start checking your emails, please," he said.

Ahahah I feel like in a friend du o there is always one person that is on top of their emails and the other very much not lol

She looked back around the corner at the pilots for just a second. "Holy shit, Cha, I think I'm in love," she said and Charles just laughed.

Valid because that was literally me when I saw Bob for the first time too lol

"Just Bob," she repeated as she smiled at him, completely ignoring everything Jake had said (something that Bob was grateful for). "It's simple, I like it."

She's so real to ignore simply everything that comes out of Jake's mouth hahaha

Bob shook his head. "'s no worries, ma'am," he said before he could stop himself. When his fellow aviators looked at him, his cheeks flushed red. "We're just glad to know you're okay," Natasha said for him.

Charles 🤝 Natasha playing wing-man/woman without being specifically asked to

They nodded, but they knew better. Their Baby On Board had a crush.

Aw I love that they know🥹

"Aw," she said with a pout. "I liked them." "Really?" Bob couldn't hide the surprise in his voice. "I used to have ones with slightly thicker frames, but these are military issued," he explained, putting them back on his face. She grinned at him. "They're cute," she said, resting her cheek in her hand. It was undeniably flirty, and her grin was only making it worse. Well, that would have been if Bob could have allowed himself to believe that was flirting with him.

Just believe it Bobby!! And believe that she loves your glasses!

If Nat was here, he could ask her for advice.

I love that he just wants to ask Nat for advice 🥺

The first thing she did after FP2 was give Bob her phone number. He couldn't quite believe it, and made a mental note to recount everything to Natasha as soon as he got back to the hotel.

And now he just wants to tell Nat about it!! I can't that's just so cute and shows how deep their friendship is🥰🫶🏻

She held out her pinky finger and Bob wrapped his own around it, sealing the deal. He looked at her one last time and climbed out of the car, heading into the hotel.

🥰🥰🥰

He only needed Nat's help to get the ball rolling. But soon, she and Bob were sending messages back and forth with just a second long gap between. Sometimes Bob took a little longer to reply, but only because Nat was reading the messages over his shoulder and assuring him that she was flirting.

That is the cutest shit ever 🥰

Bob couldn't stop his smile. "My momma raised me right."

Oh she sure did

Her head fell onto his shoulder and Bob didn't move. He hesitated before wrapping his arm around her shoulder. That that, she shuffled slightly closer, which Bob didn't mind one bit.

I can't with the cuteness 🥰🥹

Suddenly, she let out a weak laugh. "You're kinda making me want to stay in the states a little longer, Robby," she mumbled. He looked down at her. "Would you? Seriously?"

Ahhh 🥰

If Nat showed Rooster and Hangman his texts, he'd never hear the end of it. But Bob realised he didn't mind. Let them talk, he was here with her.

I feel like that says a lot!! Bob doesn't like to be the center of attention or being teased (who does) so him not caring is HUGE

"Think you might be my good luck charm, Robby," she said and he blushed a deep shade of red.

And he is probably the most adorable, blushing aviator good luck charm at that 🤭

"I'm late!" She cried. Bob was only happy to run beside her, heading into the Ferrari garage.

Someone that runs with you? That's a real testament of love lol

He didn't wake up to a text from her. Immediately Bob's mind played tricks on him, telling him that, after they had kissed, she didn't want him.

Oh no sweet Bobby 🥺

"I leave in the morning," she whispered in his ear. "Stay with me, in my hotel. One last night." "Until Montana?" Bob asked, his forehead against her own. "Until Montana."

Until Montana 🥹🥰🫶🏻

I have zero interest or knowledge about race cars, f1 or whatever but I absolutely LOVED this!!

If you feel ever up for it, I would eat another part right up because I'm so in love with this pair already 🥰

Military Flyover

The dagger squad don't want to do a military flyover of the Las Vegas grand Prix. None of them really knew much about and, those that did only really knew about Nascar.

She hated the Vegas Grand Prix as much as those doing the military flyover. But the cute WSO there to support his friends was making it bearable.

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x F1 driver!reader

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a/n: yes a military flyover doesn't make sense for vegas buuuut let a girl dream lol - i'm hoping I've managed to write this for an audience that might not really know f1 but idk how confident i am in my abilities lol

Bob couldn't quite believe what the two time Top Gun graduates were having to do. They had completed an insanely dangerous mission and returned to be permanently stationed in San Diego, except from when they were called away for deployment.

They were a part of the military, why were they doing this?

Well, at least Bob didn't have to actually fly. He was a Weapon Systems Officer, he didn't have to take part in this. But he still went, more to morally support his squad.

Nat wasn't happy about have to do a military flyover of the Las Vegas Grand Prix. She, Bradley and Jake were constantly complaining. None of them knew anything about Formula One, not enough to appreciate doing the flyover.

(May I just say, even if they did know about F1, they still wouldn't appreciate it. They'd train for years to be in the navy and now they were having to waste their time on this.)

The flyover was on the Sunday. Only Natasha, Jake and Bradley were taking part. Bob didn't have to go, didn't have to visit the track on the Friday and the Saturday with the three of them.

But Natasha had begged him. "Drive up with me," she'd said to him. "It's five hours and I could use the company."

So, Bob agreed. His dad had sometimes watched Nascar while he was growing up. He didn't know much of anything about motorsport but, if Nat wanted him there, he'd go.

The navy pilots didn't know they'd been invited to meet the drivers. Bob followed Natasha through the paddock. "Getting to meet the drivers might be the only good thing thing to come from this," Nat mumbled as she led the way.

The paddock was buzzing with life. There were cameras following people around, interviews happening as they walked through the paddock. Fans stopped men in team shirts and hats for pictures before letting them continue.

There was a familiar whistle, just loud enough for Natasha and Bob to hear over the crowd around them. They turned and saw Rooster and Hangman striding towards them.

"Where are we meant to be?" Asked Hangman as Rooster pulled off his aviators and looked around. The three of them (Natasha, Jake and Bradley) were in their overalls, looking proper in their uniform. Bob, though. He was dressed down, wearing jeans and a sweater (Vegas really wasn't that warm this time of year), his military issued glasses sitting on his nose. He looked cute, even if he didn't know it.

"Cyclone said the Ferrari garage, right?" She said as she looked between the other aviators. Bob, who had studied the itinerary, nodded his head and the four of them set off towards the red garage.

***

The Las Vegas Grand Prix was a joke. All of the drivers thought so.

The Ferrari drivers weren't happy about it (just like the rest of the grid). They had spent the season struggling behind the Red Bulls and driving on an unknown track wasn't going to help that.

She needed a lot of mental preparation for this one. Just like the other drivers, before the first practice session her only experience on the track had been through sim racing. She was nervous in a way she hadn't been before.

She donned her red fireproofs, the overalls hanging from from her hips. She pulled her cap onto her head when there was a knock on her driver room door. "Yeah?" She called and the member of Ferrari staff walked in.

"The navy pilots are on their way," she said and went to back out of the drivers room.

"What?" The Ferrari driver called suddenly, her brows furrowed. "What navy pilots?"

The member of staff gulped. "They're doing a military flyover before the Grand Prix," she said. "They're on their way here to meet you and Charles," she said.

The driver let out a huff. She grabbed her drinks bottle and marched out of her drivers room, heading to find her teammate.

Charles was doing an interview for Sky Sports when she walked through the garage. She didn't much care, though. She powered on, her hand on Charles's shoulder as she stood at his side. "Chuck," she said, looking at her teammate.

Lawrence Barretto moved his microphone back to his mouth. "Is that his official name for the Vegas Grand Prix?" He asked and moved the microphone towards her.

"Yes," she said as Charles shook his head, repeatedly saying 'no'.

She stood beside him until the interview was over, answering any question Lawrence sent her way. As soon as they were done she grabbed Charles and pulled him away, pulling him further into the Ferrari garage.

"What's up?" Charles asked. He was a brilliant teammate, one of her best friends. They'd known each other for yeas and were close enough for people to think they were together at one point. Brocedes 2.0, many commented on the pictures of the two of them posted on the Scuderia Ferrari Instagram account, as if they were a disaster waiting to happen.

"Did you know we're having to meet the navy pilots doing the military flyover?" She asked, hands on her hips.

Charles furrowed his brows. And then his face relaxed as he shook his head at her. "Start checking your emails, please," he said.

She gently pushed him as a member of the Ferrari staff, the same girl from before, approached them. "They're here," she said and left them to it.

Charles led the way back through the garage, heading to where the navy pilots were standing around his car. Three of them, the three that looked the part, chatted with Fred while one, one that was dressed down, stood to the side.

Suddenly, she pulled Charles out of sight. "What is it?" He asked quickly, concern written on his face.

She looked back around the corner at the pilots for just a second. "Holy shit, Cha, I think I'm in love," she said and Charles just laughed.

"Do you need a wingman?"

She furiously shook her head. "Don't you bloody dare."

She steadied herself and followed Charles over to the navy pilots. Fred spotted his drivers first. He gestured over to them as he back away from the pilots, letting the drivers take over.

Charles held his hand out towards them introducing himself first. She went next, giving them her name as she reached out to shake the woman's hand.

"Natasha Trace," she said with a smile as she shook her hand. "Callsign Phoenix."

She moved on to the man with the moustache. "Bradley Bradshaw, or Rooster," he said and shook her hand, his grip firm. He wore a smile, but it was respectful.

Unlike the man next to him. She could tell who he was from the moment she looked at him, wearing that flirty smile. "Jake Seresin," he said, pulling her hand up to his lips to kiss the back of it. "You can call me Hangman."

The smile dropped from her face and she pulled her hand away, clearly unimpressed. She looked past him, at the guy in the sweater and the glasses. "How about you?" She asked, completely ignoring Hangman. "Are you in the navy too?"

Bob blushed bright red as he stepped forward. "Robert Floyd," he said and shook her hand. "I'm a weapon systems officer."

"Oh," she said. Just that one word and she sounded incredibly fascinated. "Do tell me more."

She'd asked Charles not to wing man her, but he did it anyway. She might not have been aware as Charles spoke to the other navy pilots, doing the job for both of them. (Charles didn't know if Bob was the one she had fancied, but it was easy to guess. He looked like her type).

They spoke for a good twenty minutes before the drivers were told to wrap up the conversation. "You got a call sign?" She asked Bob as she crossed her arms over her chest and leant against the wall.

Jake had been wrapped up in the conversation he, Rooster and Phoenix were having with Charles until that point. Upon hearing her question, he placed his arm around the WSO's shoulders and grinned at the driver. "This is Baby On Board," he said with a grin, going to pinch Bob's cheeks.

Again, his cheeks were flaming as he stepped away from Jake. "It's Bob," he said. "Just Bob."

"Just Bob," she repeated as she smiled at him, completely ignoring everything Jake had said (something that Bob was grateful for). "It's simple, I like it."

Her engineer called for her. She turned and put her thumbs up before turning back to Bob. "Are you staying for the free practice?" She asked and Charles couldn't stop himself from answering.

"Sorry," he said to the pilots. "She doesn't read her emails."

She sent a glare in Charles's direction. The drivers said a quick goodbye to the navy pilots (although she hoped it wasn't for the last time), and got themselves ready for the first practice session in Las Vegas. They pulled up the red and white overalls and placed the balaclavas over their faces.

Bob watched as she pulled her helmet on, hiding her undeniably pretty face. He really did think she was beautiful, and she seemed interested in him, but he wasn't going to read too much into that.

He couldn't see as she gave him a smile from beneath her helmet. When she climbed into the red car with the number 53 on it, Bob knew which one he had to look out for.

The track wasn't ready, everybody knew it. But they didn't know how bad it was until they shower of sparks coming out the back of her car. "What the fuck was that?" She said to her engineer down the radio. "I just hit a fucking manhole cover."

The pilots were leaning forward as she stopped the car. The session was stopped, the other drivers coming into the pits. She jumped out of the car, waiting for it to be lifted onto the truck so that she could look at the extent of the damage beneath.

As the car was taken back to the garage and workers surrounded the manhole cover, she climbed into the medical car and was taken back to the pitlane.

Bob watched as she stormed into the garage, pulling off her helmet and balaclava. "Nine fucking minutes!" She heard her say to somebody in a Ferrari shirt. "I officially hate the Vegas Grand Prix."

She looked around the garage, eyes focusing in on the pilots. They were watching her, too, and she forced her expression to soften as she walked over. "Sorry you had to see that," she said, unzipping her race suit.

Bob shook his head. "'s no worries, ma'am," he said before he could stop himself. When his fellow aviators looked at him, his cheeks flushed red.

"We're just glad to know you're okay," Natasha said for him.

The driver smiled at them. But the interaction was short lived as she was called over to her wrecked car. (It looked fine on the top, but everybody knew the damage was beneath, invisible).

The nine minutes of practice wasn't enough to help the aviators get into F1. Rooster, Hangman and Phoenix wanted to head back to their hotels, but Bob wanted to stick around.

"My dad was into Nascar," he explained as the others left. They nodded, but they knew better. Their Baby On Board had a crush.

She hadn't expect him to stay, that much was clear. She'd seen the other aviators leave and had gotten on with what she needed to do, speaking to the mechanics about the parts they needed to replace and speaking to Fred about the potential consequences.

"Oh!" She said when she saw Bob still sitting there. "I thought you would have left."

Bob gave a polite smile and shrugged his shoulders. "I wanted to learn more."

The smile she gave him matched his own. "Well, you're not gonna learn much here," she said. "Let me get changed and we can get dinner."

Bob didn't expect dinner to be in the Ferrari hospitality suite. He'd didn't exactly think he'd be going out to dinner with her, but he didn't expect this.

She sat Bob down at a table and got a selection of food for them to share. "I can't exactly go crazy," she'd said as she sat down opposite him, placing the single plate in between them. "I still have a car to drive later."

Bob grabbed something from the plate. "Why does that mean you can't go crazy?" He asked curiously, innocently.

Every question Bob had, she answered. He told her that his dad watched Nascar while he was going up but he couldn't get into it. Didn't have the time once he joined the navy.

She asked him all about that, just as curious as he was about her job. Bob knew she was meant to be this big celebrity, but she was normal with him, and he really appreciated it.

He hadn't known who she was going into this weekend, but he heard the way the fans screamed her name. She was so famous, and he was just a boy from Montana.

"Are you and your friends watching anything else of the Grand Prix weekend?" She asked as she ate a piece of lettuce (literally just holding a big piece of lettuce to her lips and crunching on it).

Bob shook his head as he looked down at the table in front of him. "'Friad not, ma'am," he said, looking at her over the top of his glasses. Bob didn't know what compelled him to do it, but he took them off.

"Aw," she said with a pout. "I liked them."

"Really?" Bob couldn't hide the surprise in his voice. "I used to have ones with slightly thicker frames, but these are military issued," he explained, putting them back on his face.

She grinned at him. "They're cute," she said, resting her cheek in her hand. It was undeniably flirty, and her grin was only making it worse. Well, that would have been if Bob could have allowed himself to believe that was flirting with him.

"I could get you tickets, if you'd like," she said. "You and your pilot friends. You can come back back to the Ferrari garage, support us for the rest of the weekend."

Bob gave her a gentle smile. "I'd like that," he said.

They continued chatting until she had to head back to the garage. Bob followed her, walking behind her.

She took him back to the garage, leaving him to stand with the rest of the Ferrari guests while she disappeared into her drivers room. Bob couldn't help but think of her as she got herself ready, getting dressed into her fireproofs and race suit. If Nat was here, he could ask her for advice.

Ten minutes before the start of FP2, she walked over to Bob. He'd seen her dressed down in a Ferrari hoodie and cute cargos, seen her in her race suit, and seen her in her fire proofs, race suit sitting low on her hips.

That was how she walked towards him. He'd seen so little of her, but this was his favourite (and he certainly wanted to see more). "Want to sit in the car?" She asked, hands on her hips.

***

The first thing she did after FP2 was give Bob her phone number. He couldn't quite believe it, and made a mental note to recount everything to Natasha as soon as he got back to the hotel.

"Have you got a way back to your hotel?" She asked, her helmet tucked beneath her arm.

"I, uh..." No, he and Natasha had gotten a cab together.

She waved him off before he could give her a proper answer. "I can drive you, if you'd like," she offered.

That was how Bob found himself sitting in an F1 drivers car, telling her about his childhood as she took him back to his hotel. He told her about his big family and the mountains he grew up around. He told her about when he joined the military, about his first time in Top Gun and his permanent stationing in Coronado.

Before very long they were pulling up outside of his hotel. "Well, here we are," he said, patting his legs. He didn't move to leave the car, but she didn't much mind.

"I really liked meeting you today, Bob," she said as she tapped the heel of her hand against the steering wheel.

"It was lovely to meet you, too," he said.

"Promise you'll text me?"

"Promise."

She held out her pinky finger and Bob wrapped his own around it, sealing the deal. He looked at her one last time and climbed out of the car, heading into the hotel.

Bob couldn't hide his smile as he walked through the lobby and into the elevator. Just days ago he'd hated the thought of a military flyover for the Las Vegas Grand Prix. Now, he couldn't wait to get back to the track, back to the Ferrari garage.

Nat noticed it the minute he walked through the door of the hotel room they were sharing. "Had a good time watching the rest of it?" She asked as she pushed away from the desk in the room.

Bob nodded as he pulled out his phone, clicking on her contact. But, the moment he was there, he didn't know what to say to her. "Nat," he called, looking up at her. "I need your help."

He only needed Nat's help to get the ball rolling. But soon, she and Bob were sending messages back and forth with just a second long gap between. Sometimes Bob took a little longer to reply, but only because Nat was reading the messages over his shoulder and assuring him that she was flirting.

Bob couldn't believe it. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't.

"I'll go with you tomorrow," Nat said as she climbed into her bed. It was incredibly late and Bob was hyper-aware that they were still texting. "Find out if she really is flirting with you."

"Nat..."

"Goodnight, Bob."

Natasha went to sleep, but Bob stayed up. She was still replying to his messages, and he couldn't bring himself to not respond. At least until she turned around and wished him goodnight.

When Bob woke up, she had already texted him. I don't have to be on track until later - wanna get food?

Who was Bob to say no? Natasha grinned as he got himself ready, including his glasses. (He had brought his contacts to Vegas because of how much he hated wearing his glasses. He didn't have time to put them in before they headed to the track the day before, but Nat didn't expect him to wear them now).

He walked out of the hotel, ignoring Hangman and Rooster as they called after him. They sat in the lobby, do doubt waiting for Natasha as they whistled at him.

Bob kept going. He saw her car before he walked out of the glass doors, and had to stop himself from breaking into a small jog. As he approached, she pushed open the passenger side door. "Hey, Robby!" She called, wearing a grin.

"Hey," Bob said, wearing a smile as he climbed into the passenger side.

As soon as he was buckled in, she began driving. "Have you ever been to Vegas before?" She asked as she headed towards the strip.

Bob shook his head. "No, ma'am," he said. It wasn't in the same way he'd said 'ma'am' before. No, those time he had been nervous saying it. This time, it was so fucking cute and she loved it. "I don't get enough leave for that."

"Why do you call me ma'am?" She asked, but she never wanted it to stop.

Bob couldn't stop his smile. "My momma raised me right."

That much she could tell. She parked the car and climbed out as Bob did the same. "Come on," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him along.

They went to a restaurant. Bob didn't catch the name of it as she pulled him through the doors. Even when sat gave the waiter her name, she was still holding his hand.

They sat down at a table for two. It felt far too intimate, almost like a date. She couldn't order a drink, but insisted that Bob did. He ordered one beer and made sure to make it last through their entire lunch.

She ordered a salad. Bob wanted to do the same, but she could see how conflicted he was. "Have whatever you want," she said, lowering her menu.

So, he did just that. Bob got himself a burger, the cheapest one on the menu (which was still incredibly expensive).

While they ate, Bob couldn't ignore the way her foot touched his knee beneath the table. He gulped as he reached for his beer.

While they waited, she told Bob about how she had grown up. Karting from a young age before moving onto single seaters.

The more she spoke, the more Bob could imagine getting into F1. Watching races, coming to see her in Vegas when he wasn't deployed. He just had to hope she still liked him enough to keep in contact with him.

They spent the entire afternoon together, until she was taking Bob to the track with her. Pictures of the two of them were taken as they walked through the paddock, too close to just be friends.

Once again, Bob stood in the garage while she completed the last practice session. She led, the fastest car until the Red Bulls were released onto the track.

But still, Bob couldn't stop watching the number 53 car. She came into the pits, had her tyres changed and went out a few minutes later.

Bob couldn't help but smile as he watched her climb the leaderboard. When practice ended, she didn't come in right away, doing a practice start with the other drivers.

When she got out of her car, she pulled off her helmet and balaclava, and spoke to her engineers. She had looked so happy when she climbed out of the car, but Bob watched as her face fell.

She walked over to him, unable to keep herself from sighing. The anger dropped from her face, replaced by sadness. "Wanna come sit in my drivers room?"

So, Bob followed her to her drivers room. She led him inside and shut the door behind him, letting out a breath as she leaned against it.

"Everything okay?" Asked Bob as he pushed his glasses up his nose.

She unzipped her overalls and let them fall to her hips. Bob shuffled over on the couch, giving her space. She sat beside him, shutting her eyes as she leaned back. "Because of the parts they'd had to replace in my car, I'm probably going to get a penalty later," she mumbled.

Her head fell onto his shoulder and Bob didn't move. He hesitated before wrapping his arm around her shoulder. That that, she shuffled slightly closer, which Bob didn't mind one bit.

Suddenly, she let out a weak laugh. "You're kinda making me want to stay in the states a little longer, Robby," she mumbled.

He looked down at her. "Would you? Seriously?" Bob could imagine it then, taking her to stay with him in San Diego, taking her to Montana to meet his mom at Christmas.

She shook her head. "I can't," she said and sighed through her nose. "There's one last race before the end of the season."

After that, Bob wanted to say. But he squeezed her shoulder instead.

When her trainer came in, Bob wished her good luck and headed back out to the garage. While he waited, he pulled out his phone and sent Natasha a text. She hadn't gone to the track with him, instead going with Bradley and Jake to the hangar they would be flying from.

If Nat showed Rooster and Hangman his texts, he'd never hear the end of it. But Bob realised he didn't mind. Let them talk, he was here with her.

The first round of the qualifying session was about to start. Bob sort of knew what to expect, she'd explained it to him while they sat in her drivers room, her head on his shoulder. He watched as she walked towards the car, her red, gold, black and white helmet on her head.

She climbed into the car and somebody strapped her in as somebody else spoke to her. She nodded at whatever they were saying and put her thumbs up.

Admittedly, Bob couldn't tell the difference between the practice sessions and the qualifying session. He watched as she went from having no time on the board to being the quickest car on track. But then she was knocked out of the top spot, down in eighth by the end of that session.

Bob had assumed that she was starting the race in eighth position after the eighteen minute long qualifying session. But then she and fourteen other drivers were going back out onto track.

Again she was at the top of the board, knocked out by the same driver. But she stayed in fourth, unable to get a quicker time in before the end of the session.

She went out for a third and final time. Bob heard her calling down the radio as somebody got in her way. But she put an impressive time on the board, finishing third.

It may have been obvious to everybody else in the garage, but Bob had to ask the girl standing next to him. She pushed her dark hair behind her ear and answered with a thick French accent. Bob thanked her and watched as the 53 car came into the garage.

She hopped out, did what she needed to do and came to find Bob.

It was near midnight and she couldn't quite believe he was still there, watching her. They'd spent the entire day together, and she'd loved every minute of it.

"Want me to drive you home?" She asked and Bob nodded his head.

She did just that, driving Bob back to his hotel. "They haven't confirmed if I've got a penalty or not," she said as she drove him. "So, for now I'm starting in P3." She quickly glanced at him and then looked back at the road. "Think you might be my good luck charm, Robby," she said and he blushed a deep shade of red.

She pulled up outside of the hotel, just as she had done the day before. And, like the day before, Bob was hesitant to climb out of the car.

As Bob reached for the handle of the door, she opened her mouth, ready to say something, and he stopped. But she closed her mouth. Still, Bob didn't move.

She sucked in a breath and tried again. This time, words came out. "Can I come up?"

Bob knew what that meant. How could he not? Some part of him had been wanting her to ask something like this for the last few hours. But still, he shook his head. "I, uh, I can't. I'm sharing my room with Nat."

"Oh," she said and looked down at the centre console between them. "Oh, shit. Are you and Nat- I didn't mean to overstep... I-"

Bob quickly shook his head. "No. No, Nat's my best friend, but only my best friend," he said. "But, her bed is a couple feet away from mine, so..."

She couldn't help but let a smile cross her face at that. "Can I kiss you, Robby?" She asked.

He leaned over the centre console. Her arms went around his neck, fingers playing with the short hair at the back of his neck.

Bob kissed her. He closed the gap between them, his arm awkwardly resting on her shoulders as his lips moved against her own. Her nose bumped the lens of his glasses, but neither of them minded.

If the expensive car left room for it, he would have moved her onto his lap. But he couldn't. He pulled away, staring at her as his eyes opened again. "Holy shit," he whispered and she grinned at him.

"I'll come and get you before the race," she said and Bob climbed out of the car.

***

He didn't wake up to a text from her. Immediately Bob's mind played tricks on him, telling him that, after they had kissed, she didn't want him.

He sat in the hotel for half of the day, in a perpetual state of anxiousness. Part of him didn't want to move until he heard from her, until he knew that everything was okay.

"You coming?" Nat asked him. He checked his phone one last time before following her out of the hotel room.

He didn't know what she was currently dealing with, that she had just found out about her grid place penalty. "This is such shit!" She cried as she and Charles walked through the paddock. She'd woken up to the news and hadn't had time to message Bob.

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it now," Charles said, stopping to sign things for fans (signs, hats, and even a packet of oreos). "How are things going with the navy guy?"

She grinned as they kept walking through the paddock. "We kissed, Cha," she said, suddenly much happier.

"Kissed and..." Charles tried to push.

She shook her head. "Just kissed."

Charles nodded as they walked into the garage. "Just kissed, but you wanted more," he said. "Are you gonna see him before we leave?"

"Yeah," she answered. "I'm gonna go and pick him up before the race."

Through the evening, she and Charles did what they needed to do for the race. When she got a minute, she texted Bob, but she didn't have many opportunities to check her phone.

As soon as she had a chance, she ran out of the paddock. She held her phone to her ear as she went, making her way to her car. Bob picked up on the third ring. "Hey," she said, opening the door of her car. "I'm on my way."

Bob hesitated before he answered. "I'm not at the hotel right now."

"Do you still want to come to the race?" She asked quickly.

"Do you still want me there?"

She let out a laugh. "Of course I do, Robby. Give me the address and I'll pick you up."

That was just what happened. She picked Bob up and took him to the track. She promised the other aviators that she would get him there to watch the military flyover and drove off with him in the passenger seat.

"Have you ever been to San Diego?" Bob asked as she drove. It had been playing on his mind a lot since they kissed, his best case scenario (which was currently happening. He could have laughed at himself for being so worried).

She shook her head. "I haven't had a chance to explore outside of the places we have Grand Prix," she answered.

"So, you haven't been to Montana?"

"Nope."

Bob couldn't help but smile. He sucked in a breath, steadying himself. "I don't know when you're gonna have time off, but I could show you Montana, if you'd like."

She grinned at him as she parked the car. "I'd love that, Robby," she said and climbed out of the car.

She checked the time on her watch, grabbed her hand and began running. "I'm late!" She cried. Bob was only happy to run beside her, heading into the Ferrari garage. He slowed to a walk, but she kept going, running to her drivers room to pull on her fireproofs and overalls.

Bob watched it all. He watched as she stood for the national anthem with her fellow drivers, watched as she completed the formation lap from the back of the grid (something he had to ask about), and watched as she raced.

Bob couldn't help but be impressed as she fought her way across the track, racing past most of the grid. She overtook ten other cars, finishing in 5th.

When she climbed out of the car, Bob could see just how happy she was from her body language alone. She did what she had to do, spoke to the team and was interviewed, before she ran over to Bob and threw her arms around him.

"That was incredible!" He cried, smiling down at her. "I didn't realise racing was so exciting."

She grinned and kissed his cheek. "Think you'll watch next weeks race?"

"Definitely," he said.

He hadn't expected her to kiss him in front of all of the cameras. But Bob didn't mind. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close until she pulled away.

"I leave in the morning," she whispered in his ear. "Stay with me, in my hotel. One last night."

"Until Montana?" Bob asked, his forehead against her own.

"Until Montana."

a/n: ok i loved this and it may need a part two lol

[probably-neurodivergent-idk]

It's 00:47 am as I'm beginning to write this typing and oh boy I'm gonna stay here a while cause I posted a comment on this

fucking thing

and it was too long and it didn't post and now I'm angry and I wanna vent but idk if it's gonna be ultimately sad or happy so uhhhh be ready for a ride if you wanna read this. tw suicide and sh!! I know it sounds sad but stay with me

so. me 2 years ago, fell in love with the appearance of a girl, as an aromantic. at this point I'm questioning wether FINALLY, AFTER ALL THIS FUCKING TIME. ahahah. no. she was just very fucking pretty. and, pulling the agreste, just a friend. except this one is for real just a friend. this isn't really important to the plot other than the fact that this was my last straw in my identity crisis and I just cried in my bedroom realising I'm aro ace. It's not so bad currently lowkey. I must have been a tiny bit dramatic.

Not the actual story: ALSO about 2 years ago, I was 1. really fucking suicidal and 2. getting into twitch streamers (mostly because I heard how the dsmp fans stayed alive, and basically was looking for life support in something different than minecraft because I don't really care for it. I think this was wayyy before clay and will were outed, not gonna go into detail with that one) . they're pretty fun, but the only aspect that I don't like is that they don't really seem like people, more like clowns that are only there to make people laugh. Which, cool I guess? obviously I respected their privacy and all that shit, but they didn't seem like humans.

fast forward like 4 months I think. I lost motivation to play my at the time favourite games, so I did what was only natural, searched for new ones. Oomf (streamer) was friends with this other friend, and they linked them to their twitch reccommended shit, like the "check this out while I'm offline!!!" page, and this person is live. They're playing overwatch??? wtf is that. oh. it's that game with the Mercy girl. OHHHH THE MERCY GIRL IS THE SAME FROM THE LIVING TOMBSTONE SONG. OH. MY. GOD. WDYM IT'S ALSO FROM THE SAVING THE LITTLE GIRL MEME??? I love this game. (I won't main mercy tho thats literally the embodiment of femininity and hell no I don't wanna go back there)

(this meme btw)

(actually now that I think about it it might be my favourite meme now. I love it.)

And so we became friends. They taught me shit about overwatch and I.. actually I think I was a horrible friend cause I didn't do anything in return, but ANYWAY. So yeah. friends. until one of their streams they feel different. this person begins randomly crying and talking about them harming themselves and suicide?? while live?? and I'm like holy shit wait this guy is lonely as fuck. I wanna help them. and I got their discord the same day and asked them if they were okay. Surprise!! They're not. They start venting to me regularly, and I just sit there and listen. It genuinely feels hopeless cause I can't help them in any way, but I don't tell them that because wtf are you thinking if you tell a suicidal person it's hopeless. But I did believe in them and I know theyre strong enough to push through, so THAT'S what I told them. Obviously they disagreed but what am I supposed to do, continue to tell them that everyday until they finally feel loved and appreciated by people in their lives? Oh wait.

At some point, I think the same day they had the Doom Stream, I know that they said "why would you care about me?? why would YOU, a COMPLETE FUCKING STRANGER?? care about ME?? a STUPID MISTAKE OF A STREAMER that you only started watching 2 AND A HALF MINUTES AGO" or whatever they said, something along those lines, and I (in the context where at the time I am cringing at my own emotions, blocking any shade of emotion feeling or opinion from my body and throwing them in a fucking black hole) say "I care!! because!! this whole fucking day I waited for you to stream so I can tell you I got dva!! and (insert other moments we had fun together in as friends and not viewer-streamer) and I love and appreciate you for who you really are!!! and I geniuenly want to cry in this moment!!" (I never cry) And they're like "woah.. I didn't know you thought of me like that. You actually appreciate me?? What?? Thats crazy". And that made me smile cause it calmed them down. Lesson learned: tell your friends to appreciate them regularly. You never know.

My vision of them has changed. This streamer is not like a clown for entertainment. This is actually a human, and a really good one too. Life was a fucking bitch for giving them a hard one, actually multiple hard ones. I'm atheist but if I was christian like in the bad ol' days I'm sure I would have became an atheist right now because no deity would watch what that person is going through and not find the empathy to help. You believe in whatever you want, I don't really care, but this is just my opinion.

I remember at some point we were playing overwatch, a round of 1v1 together, they're WAY better than me at the game so obviously I lost. I was mad at myself and was pulling my hair and was red in the face from anger and was angrily mumbling some bullshit that I don't even remember but suddenly this absolutely fucker just said "I love you" (we agreed that, since they're straight and I'm aro we can tell eachother "I love you" platonically) and I instantly cooled. Calm. I've never felt that way before. If you play overwatch, honestly it felt like a kiriko suzu. Cleansed. I stood there shocked because I OBVIOUSLY didn't expect them to just say it randomly after a lost game of mine, especially because THEY beat me. but hey, not complaining. it felt nice. I felt loved for who I truly am for the first time in my life.

fast forward to now,

They said that they wanted to commit suicide. Had a date planned and all. They didn't want to tell me what was wrong, and I didn't want to push them to tell me, but obviously there was something wrong. I was so stressed and cried for nights on end, but I didn't tell them that so they don't think they're a burden, I would have worsened everything.

The date passed.

THEY'RE ALIVE.

OH MY GOD.

THEY GAVE UP ON IT.

In the moment I realised they were really alive, the moment I heard their wonderful beyond words voice I was holding myself back from crying. Of course I couldn't cry on the fucking call!!!! That's cringe!!!!

At some point they said, although idk if still valid, that they would have been long gone if they didn't have our groupchat, which are people who regularly check on their stream. We're all pretty close to eachother, and I'm glad I have them more than I can begin to describe. I love them all.

The word "cringe" almost stopped me from telling my friend the words that saved his life. Never, I repeat, NEVER let the word "cringe" stop you from saying anything about your feelings!!!! Please!!!!!

Life lessons aside, theres this other thing that I wanna say. See how I have explicitly said that I am aro this WHOLE post?? Like, I'm "the literal embodiment of aromanticism", as they themselves said. copy and pasted it. well uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah im confused now

My whole life I have lived in an environment where my feelings were ignored and I wasn't allowed to have my own opinions unless they alligned to the people around me (hi mom) but, when I'm with them? I felt and feel like I can be myself with no consequences. I am free to be whoever and they will not laugh that I cringe whenever I compliment somebody or that my interests are childish or that I am genuinely just fucking crazy like I would go to hell just to take a selfie with satan type of crazy. They obviously find it funny, but it doesn't feel like bullying. It feels home. They're my home.

So. What's this??????? Like I can't fucking figure it out. Overall it doesn't really matter, because at the end of the day, it's night (I stole it from Da Vinkis im sorry) but I'm just really curious. It's a feeling I've never witness form in my tiny little brain. I hope I make sense because this certainly doesn't.

I genuinely would go till the ends of the world for this individual. This absolute son of a bitch grabbed a brush and painted on my expressionless face a smile, a tear, anything but numbness, the thing I felt my whole life. I don't remember how it felt anymore. I care what happens to me now. I do. I want to stay alive. I want to live. For them. Fuck suicide, I want to sit in the rain, make my parents mad, dye my hair magenta, draw 2 meter tall canvases with elves that secretly represent our groupchat, and most importantly? I wanna hear their voice. Yes, I am talking about the whole groupchat, but also just about Them at the same time. I like their voice. It makes me excided and calm at the same time. It makes my day.

Wether it's actually romantic love or not, it ultimately does not matter though. Why? cause 1. They won't like me back, they're straight and I'm enby, and they also think that I am the literal embodiment of aromanticism. so yeah. 2. I won't tell them no matter what cause what happens when they say they don't love me back? Yes, obviously I get hurt but more importantly, THEY get hurt because they'll feel bad, or even worse, it's gonna get awkward and we won't ever talk again!!! that would be the LAST wanted scenario I would ever want to experience right now.

And also, the only reason that keeps me from thinking it is, in fact, NOT platonic is because in the scenario that they will get a lover, I would be SO SO SO INCREDIBLY PROUD AND HAPPY FOR THEM AAAAAA. not a HINT of jealousy. Lucky fucking lover. They got the jackpot. I would hope they're happy forever and would actually give my life to make their relationship work, wether thats financial aid, advice, support, any skill that they need me to do and I am relatively good at, or even, in a hypothetical scenario, LITERALLY my life. When they find a lover, I only wish them the best.

So with all of that said

You know how I said I would describe myself to be the person that would go to hell to take a selfie with satan?

Here's my future plan, might sound a bit childish but I don't give a shit this is Tumblr I can say Whatever Whenever and any money making tips for making this happen are absolutely fucking welcome bring it on:

I want to get an apartment in another country. I have estimated prices of everything and I plan on preparing for the worst case scenario financially-wise, which is the equivalent of about $120 000, and thats a LOT for somebody who's planning to get this money by working part-time no-experience jobs for at least 2 years, which will only get me around 13k in the best scenario. Why would I need this kind of money? Ahahah. lets just say. from their pov, I wanted to move to America because I hate my country. and WOW!!! that apartment will """accidentally""" have EXACTLY 2 bedrooms. What a surprise!!!!! They want to get out of their family's house ASAP, but they don't know I'm actually fucking nuts and instantly said "alright bet" .

Ahaha now I'm begging they don't find this cause I can't possibly begin explaining to them wtf is going on through my mind right now. They're still very fucking suicidal even if they don't have a plan or a date, and I gotta be REALLY careful w this.

My last option would be, instead of BUYING an apartment, to RENT it instead, which would bring the monthly costs of said thing to about 4k a month, first month 5k, furniture for the bedrooms in the first month as well as groceries and a few treats in here and there included, but I REALLY don't wanna rent it cause 1. I will most DEFINETLY forget to pay it in time, 2. I will most DEFINITELY forget that it's not actually my room and will paint it however I want and WILL Fuck It Up 3. I will most DEFINITELY not find a job for whatever the fuck I wanna do there, so uhhhhh no more money = homeless and I guess I could live on the streets or even go back to my home country with the money that wasn't enough for a rent but enough for a ticket but I CAN'T JUST LET THEM BE HOMELESS BRUH I WOULD BE THE WORST FRIEND EVERRRRRR. and 4. it will probably cost more in the long run. thats a plan b, and a really bad one really.

I promised them I would see them in 2 years, and I was hoping that's when I'm gonna try to move in, but AHAHAH SILLY ME MONEY IS ACTUALLY A PROBLEM IN THIS ECONOMY and I don't wanna ask my parents for shit because they will most certainly scream at me. So. It's only gonna be a visit. I'm gonna have to look into the price of that one. I will probably have enough for a week trip, but idk about LIVING there with that kind of money. but it's okay. I'll finish a college, which will be THANKFULLY paid by my parents. (why would they fund my college but NOT my dream future? ahahah they have other plans for me they don't want me to leave the country but uhhhh I will anyway. dw I'll still keep contact. I love them.) I'll work full time while in college, will pull all nighters to do homework and sleep 4 hours a day and eat instant noodles and skip classes to work and wash my clothes, hair and forks in the sink and live with the worst roommate ever for the rest of my college life if I have to, but I WILL. I repeat I WILL. do it. May I be with myself cause god certainly won't be.

Clock check!! 03:38 am. oh!

[aeymii]

Yeah, that AU would probably be one of the verses with one of the most stable relationships between Mikan and Nagito, due to the different circumstances. Wouldn't be anything like the unpleasantness of Chapter 3's trial in the main verse thanks to Mikan never developing an obsessive love for Junko, and the survivors becoming closer. Could be a very affectionate platonic relationship. Or romantic if you want to go there. And I'd like to think her and Hiyoko are on better terms too.

Even though I said their ship is "Insert preferred ship here", I do also like to muse about the idea of Protag!Nagito being in a relationship with the doppelganger of main Nagito's love interest. And it becoming a source of angst and development.

Like to use Komazumi for example, the first encounter could involve the survivors of the class swap verse traveling to the main verse and meet up with its Remnants (also Nagiko who's just chilling on the island). Lots of high emotions from seeing living variants of their deceased classmates, with the same being true for Makoto and co. visiting their Remnant counterparts. And after a bunch of interactions, Nagito, Mahiru, and the main Class 77 starts to pick up on some vibes from Protag!Nagito and Survivor!Mahiru. And then doing a double-take and realizing "Holy shit, are you two...a thing?"

The idea of his "lucky bastard" counterpart being in a stable relationship (with the doppelganger of someone he might have feelings for no less), becomes another source of envy for main Nagito. Feeling at this point that he neither can nor should be in any relationship like that. But the gradual humanization of his protag counterpart through learning about the dude's various flaws and mistakes (and their "sister" trolling him a bit), and the acceptance of him as his "precocious twin brother", eventually helps him come round to the idea that maybe it's okay for him to love again too. And seeing how happy and at ease her other self is, Mahiru starts to wonder if maybe the two of them actually could work as a couple.

Lol they hate eachother, her thinking he weird, he pushing her out of the way to hold hands with Makoto, YAYYY THEY CLOSE, I like that!! My two children getting along for once and having a stable bond with eachother! This survivor group is just amazing!!!!

Hmm I personally prefer platonic Komamiki because I like seeing them be besties and interacting hehe- survivors getting a close bond like found family is everything to me 💕💕

Ohhhhhh him getting somewhere with mains partner?? That's interesting ‼️‼️ ohhh they meet up with the mainverse!! AND NAGIKO IS JUST CHILLING IN DA BACK AHAHAHA!! OOOOO THE EMOTIONS THE MIXED FEELINGGGGSS GIMME DA JUICY ANGST!!!! They sense SOMETHING AHAHAH KNEW IT LOL, Even the gang knows ahahhaha, their romance meter has picked up on some particularly high energy around the two ehehehheeheh

BRO STOLE HIS LOVE INTEREST?! NAHH THAT'S WILDDDDD 🗣️🗣️ He should've made a move when he had da chance and NOW his literal universal counterpart is making out with his partner AHAHAHHA he got no one for real, that sheet brutal 💀💀 NO WONDER HE JEALOUS, YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE MY GUY LOL!! Oh ohhhh this is some development!!!! AND THE TROLLING HAHA- Yayyy love saves all and they get character development<3