#i might post this pic on its own as well actually I really like it...

[bittsandpieces]

I know I tagged it as such but fuck it, asking directly: will you tell us about the cute pink bunny stuffy? Thanks~♡

she's a jellycat bashful bunny in the color tulip!! I got her like a year and a half ago because my favorite bunny was getting very worn out and I was worried about hurting him if I kept sleeping with him since I've slept with him almost every night since I was five years old... and then my new bunny wasn't quite squishy enough so I kept holding my old bunny to sleep anyway 😅 at some point I want to open her up and take some stuffing out so I can get her soft enough to be my primary sleep bunny! but I'm lazy so I haven't done it yet lol

[ihavethedreamies]

Mine | Jaemin [NSFW]

Na Jaemin - NCT Dream

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~9.3k

Pairing: Jaemin x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Fluff, Jealousy, Friends-to-Lovers, Smut

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! Receiving), Fluffy Smut

Author's Note: This is for my bestest friend in the world. Jaemin is her ultimate favorite and this might very well make her explode. Which is the goal. She didn't ask for smut, but… That is why it’s a bit more…fluffy/vanilla than my other stuff, because it's for her >3>

There is a bit of cross-over between groups here. Changbin and Felix of Stray Kids are in it directly and Wooyoung of ATEEZ is mentioned.

Fun Fact: the middle pic in the banner is actually of Hyunjin

Revised (1/31/25) - I forgot to change the name to (Y/N), so I fixed it!

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“Hey, you know my friend Changbin?” your friend asks as she applies her lip balm, looking in a handheld mirror. You simply blink at this, considering it isn’t even tinted, and you ponder why she needs the mirror.

“Yes?” You shake your head, looking back to your laptop. You and Yuna are sitting at a table in one of the on-campus cafés. Studying in the library is hard because you two can get kind of rowdy and it’s hard to stay quiet.

“He’s been trying to get me to set him up with one of my girl-friends…” She drifts off, casting you a not very subtle look. You have never seen the guy, just know he’s a gym rat, and he’s friends with your ex. Rubbing your eye as your vision blurs from staring at your screen too long, she leans into your blind spot, which startles you when your eye refocuses.

“What?” You grumble and she sighs dramatically, resting her cheek on the table.

“Please?” She immediately starts to beg, just repeating the word over and over.

“Oh, my god, fine!” You relent, a bit hesitant since he’s so close with Wooyoung. You aren’t sure if it is a good idea to go out with a friend on an ex.

“What if we do a double date?” Yuna can tell you’re a bit hesitant, and the thought of tag-teaming is better.

“Okay, like a double blind-date thing?” you ask and her face lights up.

“Yes! Bring me someone hot.” She winks and you huff. Going over your own friend group in your head, you try to figure out who’s best for her. You immediately throw your roommate Jisung out. He’s way too shy and quiet for her and she’s a lot for anyone. Chenle’s also out, that would be way too much loud in your life since he essentially lives with you as well with how much he’s over. Renjun isn’t Yuna’s type, she won’t go out with guys she claims are prettier than her. Mark is…something’s going on with Yuta that you don’t have time to ponder on. Donghyuck could work, but he, surprisingly, is pretty serious when it comes to dating and isn’t a fan of flings. Jeno? He could work, but you’re pretty sure he’s supposed to be going somewhere for a cycling race. That leaves Jaemin… The thought makes your stomach twinge a bit, but you can’t pinpoint why. His stupid goofy grinning face flashes in your mind and quickly changes to the cocky smirk he wears when he flirts, which he does a lot. You decide you’re nervous for Yuna because he’s such a flirt, but then again, so it she… Deep down, you know you have a bit of a crush on him despite the fact that you had declared you never would. Every time some guy rose in popularity on campus, they’re immediately disqualified. He has been your friend before that happened to him, but you begrudgingly followed the crowd when he rose to be number one pretty fast. I mean, you weren’t surprised and still aren’t, you have eyes. Jeno is also really high up there, but he seems more like a brother to you; he’s like a sweet puppy dog. Jaemin is more like a lion; lazy and beautiful.

“I’ll ask Jaemin…” You mumble to yourself, and she perks up.

“Wait, Na Jaemin?”

“Yes? That okay?”

“Fuck yea, that’s okay, holy shit!” She cackles to herself, and you grumble, typing out a quick message to him.

☀️: Wanna go on a blind date? 🐰: Why would I be blind? ☀️: You know what I mean dumbass. 🐰: who ☀️: My friend Yuna. She wants to set me up with her friend and so we decided to do a double. 🐰: you too? ☀️: Yeah, that's what I mean by double... 🐰: who ☀️: Her friend Changbin. He's one of Wooyoung's friends too. 🐰: hm

What does that mean? There are two ends of the spectrum of messaging Jaemin; you either get very short answers like right now, or way too many emojis.

🐰: hm 🐰: works out a lot? ☀️: Yeah, him. 🐰: hm ☀️: What does that mean? 🐰: wouldn't you like to know

You roll your eyes and wait as the little dots bounce as he types. Then they stop, then start, then top. What the hell is taking him so long?

🐰: wouldn't you like to know ☀️: You good, fam? 🐰: yeh, I shall go ☀️: You shall? I didn't even say when... 🐰: when then

“When are you thinking?” You turn to Yuna who’s typing on her phone, probably with her guy friend.

“Friday night, 7?” She doesn’t even look up from her phone.

“Where?” You get ready to relay the information.

“Uh…he told you to pick.” She sniggers at something else on her phone, so you go back to yours.

🐰: when then ☀️: Friday at 7. 🐰: where ☀️: You decide. 🐰: hmm ☀️: Hurry up, I need to keep working. 🐰: have your computer program decide ☀️: I'm coding a program for the periodic table it can't do that.

He’s getting on your nerves, and you ponder why the hell you even like him. For probably everything other than how he texts, but that’s beside the point.

☀️: I'm coding a program for the periodic table it can't do that. 🐰: Taeyong’s place ☀️: That's expensive... 🐰: so? ☀️: Not all of us are financially stable. 🐰: I... will pay~ ☀️: You will? 🐰: not for him ☀️: I'll make sure it's okay...

“Ask him if he’s okay going somewhere fancy. Our friend started as a chef at some place called Kwangya, but it’s pricey. Jaemin said he’ll pay for us.” You put your phone down to pull up the website to get an idea of the prices. It isn’t like a Michelin star-level place or anything, but it’s nicer than most college student would usually go for. Looking over the menu you see the cheapest entrée is still like twenty dollars.

“Oh, shit, that looks good. Let me ask him.” Yuna leans in, resting her cheek on your shoulder to look at your screen, then she goes back to her phone.

“He said that’s perfect. He’ll also pay for you, he said.” Your friend wiggles her eyebrows, and you exhale through your nose.

☀️: I'll make sure it's okay... ☀️: You're in luck. He's in and will pay for me too. 🐰: no ☀️: No? 🐰: I pay ☀️: It wouldn't make sense for you to pay for me and your date... 🐰: I pay ☀️: Okay, whatever, you two can figure it out then... 🐰: wear pink ☀️: That's not your decision. 🐰: hm

You roll your eyes; he’s so freaking odd sometimes… Most times. After all the details get ironed out, you both go back to studying and working before heading your separate ways around four. When you get back to your apartment, your eyes immediately find a foreign pair of shoes by the door. Jisung’s always sure to put his on the shoe rack with yours, and Chenle’s are normally simply thrown somewhere on the floor, but these are set nicely by the rack. Who’s at your place? Dolphin laughter can be heard from the living room, and you guess Chenle has maybe brought someone. Jisung doesn’t have too many people he knows past the other six. The rest of their friends almost always just have their shoes in a pile or would use the rack…

“Noona~” Chenle shouts in delight as you come in and you can’t hide a smile.

“Hi, Lele~”

“Did you get your program finished?” Jisung’s much quieter and deeper voice brings your attention as he comes out of the laundry room. There’s definitely a third person there, an unfamiliar bag is resting against the coffee table. Maybe they’re in the bathroom…

“Who’s here?” you ask and Jisung stiffens, worried you might be upset. Little does he know; you could never be upset with your most precious.

“My friend Felix.” Chenle is strewn across your armchair.

“The one from Australia?” You make sure you get it right and he nods. He’s looking at his phone as he types, a growing look of distaste spreading over his face.

“What’s wrong?” Jisung asks the other guy, moving to sit back down on the couch, picking up his laptop. You can hear the washer going and you really hope he didn’t put too much soap in again. As you join them in the living room, you set your bag down next to the couch and flop on the opposite end of your roommate.

“Jaemin,” is all he says, and you roll your eyes, understanding his sentiment. Guess he’s being weird with everyone today.

“I hope it’s okay, I might have stained the sink…” A deep voice catches your off guard, and you turn so fast to see the owner your neck pops. He’s…beautiful.

“What do you mean?” You finally register his comment after a few seconds of staring.

“His pen leaked.” Jisung answers and Felix shows you the faded blue stain on his hands.

“Oh, that’s okay.” You assure him, still gaping. He comes to sit back on the floor at the coffee table and gives you a smile made of sunshine.

“I’m Felix.”

“Right, yes, I’m (Y/N).” You introduce and Chenle bursts our laughing.

“You’re going on a double date with Jaemin?” The second youngest looks at you and you groan, slumping further onto the couch.

“I’m not going with him. I set him up with Yuna and she set me up with her friend,” you correct.

“Yuna? Song Yuna?” Felix asks and you nod as you straighten back up.

“Oh, I’m friends with her too. Who is she setting you up with?” He looks up from the pen that he’s holding, probably a little weary it might leak as well.

“Changbin?” When you speak the name, his face shifts from slight worry of the writing device to an amused look. He sputters a laugh, and you aren’t sure how to take that.

“You dated Wooyoung, right?”

“Yes?”

“He’s going to have a field day…”

“Why?” Is that a good or bad thing?

“Changbin’s liked you since before you broke up with Woo.” The blonde huffs another laugh as he starts to jot down notes from his textbook.

“Seriously? I’ve never even seen him… How does he know about me?”

“You were Woo’s background. You might still be, actually…” He mentions it so casually, but you’re once again shocked. You had broken up like four months ago.

“She’s Jaemin’s background too.” Chenle has begun to chew aggressively on some licorice. Your licorice-

“Hey, give that back!” You stand so you can confiscate the candy, and he whines pitifully and loudly. Then what he said hits you as you sit back down.

“I’m Jaemin’s background?!”

“It’s that picture of when you and Renjun fell in the mud at the park.” Jisung finishes and you sigh, rolling your eyes. He always has the embarrassing pictures.

“She’s still Wooyoung’s background?” The youngest turns to Felix.

“I think so…” The three boys fall back into the lull of whatever they were doing before, and you sit and ponder.

“When are you going on the double date?” Jisung’s soft voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“Day after tomorrow, why?” You look up from your phone and he looks deep in thought before he looks at his own phone.

“Just curious. I’m going to Chenle’s for a movie marathon.”

“Avengers!” The other boy cheers.

“Where are you going?” Felix pipes up and you’re once again floored by his deep voice, especially with that pretty face.

“Kwangya. Our friend Taeyong just got the position of head chef.” You reply.

“He’s such a good cook.” Jisung adds and you nod.

“That place is expensive…” the eldest boy’s scrolling through his phone, presumably looking at the menu, then he giggles.

“Order the most expensive thing possible if hyung is paying.” His mischievous smile is freaking adorable. You snap and point at him, “sure thing~”

~θωθ~

“Oh, my god, I’m so freaking excited.” Yuna bounces as she lean over your vanity, putting her lipstick on. Since Jaemin had told you to wear pink, you had your friend do so instead. Her dress is light pink with plum blossoms printed over the fabric, the tight dress ending about mid-thigh and has an asymmetric over-the-shoulder top. You’re a bit worried about her walking in the tallest heels she owns, but she likes being near the same height as her date. She has her hair up in a curled ponytail and long pink crystal earrings. You have already gotten ready and have a natural makeup look on with pretty much just mascara, eyeliner, and lip-gloss. Your dress is a deep purple with a high keyhole style top. There’s a belt around the upper part of your waist and the dress flows down the purple fading into black at the end of a circle skirt. Your tallest heels are barely even heels, but they are black, and you have dark sheer tights on as well. Your black metaling hoops match the bangle you have on your left wrist and the rings on your index and ring fingers of your right hand. Your hair is tied back and flows down your back in loose curls. Not normally one for manicures, Yuna has got you both press on nails instead and yours are almond shaped, simply black with silver accents. Hers are the same pink as her dress with cherry blossoms. She couldn’t find plum blossoms, but most people don’t know the difference anyway.

“I hope he meets your expectations.” You huff and she rolls her eyes.

“Girl, I know what he looks like, I couldn’t care less about his personality. I even broke out my fancy panties.” She smiles and for some reason, this really bothers you. You honestly didn’t know if Jaemin was the type to sleep with a girl on the first date, he doesn’t talk much about his love life around you. You shift on your feet, reaching behind you to adjust the band of your bra through the fabric of your dress. Your bra and panties are somewhat plain, just black with a bit of lace. It doesn’t matter anyway, even if you really like Changbin, you aren’t going to bed him on that first date. Unless he’s like…really freaking hot, which is a possibility. For some reason though, even thinking about it makes you feel guilty. The thought of Yuna sleeping with Jaemin makes you feel even worse, and you try to ignore it.

“Is my makeup okay?” She shoves her lipstick back in her little bag, white with a gold chain.

“Yes. Mine?” She looks over your face quickly and clicks her tongue.

“Of course. Why’d you even ask?” She grumbles and you giggle as she fixes a few stray hairs, then you go out to your living room to wait. Jisung had left only about fifteen minutes ago, peeking his head into your room to say bye. He had gotten a faint dusting on his cheeks seeing you all pretty and dressed up, and he mumbled something as he left. Not even two seconds after you sit in your armchair, your phone goes off.

🐰: Here ☀️: The restaurant? You're like twenty minutes early. 🐰: your building ☀️: Oh, I thought we were meeting there? 🐰: coming up

You shake your head; he has been acting weird the last few days and you wonder why he even agreed to this whole double date. He doesn’t seem particularly into it… When your door buzzes, you don’t even get up as you hear him keying in your door code.

“He knows your code?”

“They all do. They tend to come here when they’re drunk.” You shrug, still looking at your phone. You were scrolling through your pictures and deleting everything of you and Wooyoung. It still irks you a bit that you might still be his phone background, but you aren’t going to tell him to take it off, what if it actually wasn’t? You aren’t sure if he knew about your date with Changbin either, and you hope your past relationship doesn’t come up. When Jaemin finally enters, you hear him come down the hall, evidently still in his shoes. You’re going to scold him when he finally comes into view, but your words fizzle out. Fuck. He’s wearing a white blazer over a black dress shirt. Said shirt is unbuttoned at the top, not starting till a little above the end of his sternum. A tie is tied around his neck loosely, the two ends tucked into his shirt, highlighting the exposed skin. His slacks are black as well as his shoes, and his silver-colored hair is styled up just enough to stay out of his eyes. When your eyes meet his, after you have scanned his outfit, the look is so intense it makes you flinch.

“Fuck.” Yuna whispers and you clear your throat, standing as you grab your bag.

“Ready?” he asks, forcing his gaze away from you. His face softens into a cocky smirk as Yuna comes to stand with you.

“Yuna, right?” He scratches his neck casually and she nods, giving her best smirk.

“Yes. Everyone knows who you are, Na Jaemin~” She finally steps up to him and links her arm around his.

“Let’s go.” You force a smile onto your face and lead them out of the apartment so you can head to the restaurant. As they flirt in the elevator, it’s like you can only kind of hear them, your ears ringing like you had gotten hit in the head.

“Is Changbin meeting us there still?” you ask Yuna, and she nods.

“He should get there around the time we do.” Leading them to the small parking garage next to your building, you get in the car and wait for the other two. Jaemin holds the door open for your friend and she gets into the back where he joins her. You feel more like a chauffeur like that, but you just swallow down the bitter thoughts and leave the garage to head the right way. When you arrive, the valet takes your vehicle and there’s a guy waiting outside near the door. He’s short for a man, but still a bit taller than you, and holy fuck is he built. He has a white button down on, the buttons struggling to contain him. A black vest struggles over the shirt as well, and his black tie rests perfectly on his chest. His sleeves are half rolled up near his elbows, his forearms on display. A thick black watch draws your gaze to his hands, a simple silver band on his index finger. His slacks, also black, hug his thick thighs wonderfully and you wonder if they could split from the strain if he moves the wrong way.

“Woah…” he whispers, recognizing your presence when Yuna shouts his name. He comes to stand in front of you, his gaze scanning but polite. You watch carefully as his eyes trail over your face and neckline, before quickly jumping to your waist and legs.

“You’re even more beautiful in person.” He smiles and your face warms. He takes your smaller hand in his where it was resting on your bag, bringing it to his face and placing a light kiss on your knuckles. You hear Jaemin scoff lightly, and you choose to ignore it, focusing on the man before you.

“Let’s go in, I’m starved.” Your friend groans dramatically and Jaemin holds the door open for her, very pointedly letting it go when Changbin follows. That gives him the opportunity to hold it open for you though, and you nod in thanks with a smile as you enter the restaurant.

“We have a reservation for seven.” Yuna leans against the podium where the host is, and she types into the tablet.

“Name?”

“Song.”

“For four?”

“Yep.”

“Please, follow me.” She grabs four menus and leads you into the establishment to a table in the back corner. The place is busy, but thanks to the ritzy environment, it isn’t overly loud. The black and white décor and furniture is accented with different plants and other green things. Jaemin moves to sit down, pulling the chair next to him out. You wait for Yuna to sit, but Jaemin is staring at you. Changbin shoots Jaemin a look you don’t notice, but your friend does. Changbin does much the same, sitting across from you and casually pulling the chair back with one hand for his friend. Your guy friend rests back in his chair nonchalantly, holding the menu in his hand on his lap, slinging his arm around the back of your chair. You don’t even react, too busy looking over the menu, but the other two sure do.

“Order whatever you want, pretty girl~” Changbin smirks when you glance over your own menu at him, his resting on the table. You can’t help but marvel at his arms where they rest over the menu. His black hair is parted asymmetrically, his bangs brushing over his eyebrows. He’s very handsome, in a more masculine way than Jaemin, who’s more pretty.

“Are you sure?” you ask, Felix’s words flashing in your mind; you want to make sure though.

“Of course.” He smiles, looking back and you nod, ignoring the numbers listed by each meal.

“Hello, I’ll be taking your order today.” The waitress comes over and bows slightly, ready to get your drinks. You simply order a water, not feeling like alcohol, plus you drove. Yuna does order a glass of wine, one that Jaemin picks out. He knows jack about wine, but he act like he knows his stuff; he doesn’t even drink. His order is simply for a Coke and Changbin orders some kind of soda-liquor mix.

“Is this on two tickets or…?” The waitress starts.

“Two, me and her.” Changbin nods at you and before the waitress can start writing, Jaemin pipes up.

“One, actually.” You turn your head to look at him in shock and Yuna smiles coyly, resting her chin on her interlinked fingers. She hums and Jaemin hasn’t even looked up from his menu but to meet your glance.

“I suggested the place, might as well. Tell Chef Lee Jaemin is ordering, so he better cook it really~ good.” He smiles at the waitress, and she flushes a bit at the smolder, but nods and head off. His arm is still on the back of your chair, and you glance at Yuna who bites her lip as she looks over the man next to you.

“What are you thinking of getting?” you ask your date, and he hums, flipping to the other side of the menu.

“The cream pasta looks good, but I don’t know if I would want chicken or shrimp.” Changbin hums, then looks up at you with a smile, “what about you, (Y/N)?” The way he says your name makes your heart thump. Is he normally so sweet or is he playing it up?

“She wants the lobster.” Jaemin doesn’t look up from his menu and you glare at him. He isn’t wrong…you love it even if you don’t get to eat it very often.

“It’s not even on the menu today.” You try not to snap at him.

“I’ll get the cream pasta with shrimp.” You decide.

“Perfect.” Changbin smiles and when the waitress comes back with your drinks, your date orders for both of you.

“Give me the steak.” After Jaemin orders, he takes his menu and yours to hand them to the waitress. Yuna hums, giving you a look, and ends up getting some kind of fish. When your guy friend orders, you grimace. He knows you don’t like beef, even just the smell bothers you. Though, if he’s paying, especially with the prices being so high, you won’t say anything.

“I know we don’t know each other super well, but you’re too good for Wooyoung.” Changbin starts and you give him a shocked look. Yuna looks surprised at the comment as well and Jaemin huffs in what seems like agreement.

“W-what do you mean?” you ask.

“This is the kind of place to go. A beautiful restaurant for a beautiful girl. Let me guess, your first date was at an amusement park?”

“W-well…yes. We were first years in college though…”

“Still, you’re a lady, not a middle schooler.” He shakes his head, and you flush some at the comments. You don’t see yourself as a lady, but it makes you feel special.

“Lady, huh?” The guy next to you kind of scoffs and you roll your eyes. What is his deal?

“She’s more of a lady than this one, that’s for sure.” Changbin juts his thumb at Yuna who sends him a scalding look.

“Fuck you, Bin.”

“I would rather you didn’t.” He smirks, turning to look at you. Letting out a small chuckle, your cheeks feel even warmer, the ice water a nice contrast as you take a sip. Focusing on the older man, you two pass likes and dislikes back and forth, just getting to know each other. You aren’t sure what the other two are discussing, but you can feel the tension leave Jaemin slowly. Yuna is batting her eyelashes every once in a while, and you have a feeling her heeled foot is brushing over his shin, if not higher. You try not to think about it, going back to your date. When the food finally comes, you smile at how good it looks and smells. Luckily, your food more or less blocks the scent of Jaemin’s steak. As you twist the pasta around on your fork against your spoon, as you bring it to your mouth, you notice Changbin hold his own up.

“Cheers?” He smiles and you giggle, bumping your pasta swirl against his, then eat it. It really is so good, and you can tell it’s definitely Taeyong’s.

“I’m surprised I couldn’t hear you from the kitchen.” A familiar voice chuckles, coming up to the table.

“Hi, Taeyong-oppa.” You smile at his comment to Jaemin.

“Hyung~” He coos and you both huff.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here too, (Y/N).” He glances at the other two, “you’re Yuna, right?”

“Sure am~” She seems to be in a flirty mood, her tone is still lilted.

“You are…?” He points to the other guy.

“Seo Changbin.” He nods respectfully.

“Double date?” Taeyong’s gaze moves to you, and you nod. He simply hums before his gaze meets Jaemin’s.

“Enjoy the food, I’ll make sure you get a discount.” He bows and then leaves, and Yuna watches him leave.

“Oof.”

“Really?” You deadpan; she’s literally on a date with Jaemin.

“I need to go to the bathroom, come on, (Y/N).” She gets up, grabbing her bag and you do the same to follow her. You really don’t understand why girls always go to the bathroom together, but you always just literally follow along. When you get in there, another woman is just leaving, but otherwise it’s empty. Yuna goes to look in the mirror, pulling her make up bag out to touch up her eye makeup. You rest your back against the counter, it seems neither of you actually have to go.

“Sorry that Jaemin is being weird.” You grimace a bit, your mouth going straight.

“Well, it’s obvious he’s here for you, so…” She doesn’t seem bothered at all.

“W-what?”

“Oh, please, girl. It’s obvious he’s jealous and just came so he can keep an eye on Changbin. I’m more here to help you not be too uncomfortable, it’s just a bonus I get to flirt with Na Jaemin.” She starts to put on more lipstick, but realizes she still has to finish eating, so that doesn’t make sense.

“Y-you think?” You turn to look at her and she scoffs playfully.

“Here, I’ll play it up and see what he does.” She gets everything back into her bag and you both go back to the table. You have no idea what those two have been doing or talking about, but the tension is thick. After you sit down, the mood lightens, and a smile comes back to Changbin’s face.

“Here, have more of the shrimp.” He picks a few off of his plate to give to you before you can protest. Shooting Yuna a look, she winks, and stabs a piece of fish with her fork, holding it up to Jaemin. She hums and you make sure not to watch, so you miss his side look at you. The small talk continues with your date, and it seems that Yuna has notched up her flirting, and so does Jaemin. You two aren’t so forward, keeping it more innocent.

“Oh, here.” You notice he had some sauce on his cheek, too far away for his tongue to reach. You grab your napkin and dip it in your water so you can get it off. He smiles and the warm look makes your face heat as you sit back all the way down. You yelp when Jaemin curls his ankle around the leg of your chair and hauls you closer to him so he can whisper in your ear.

“The hell are you doing?” His tone is sharper than you have ever heard from him.

“What do you mean?” Your tone hardens as well. He simply glares down at you, and you scoff, aggressively yanking your chair back to where it was, resting your chin on your palm, closing yourself off from him.

“Sorry he’s being a dick.” You whisper to Changbin, but he doesn’t laugh, just sends a look at the other man.

“What’s your deal?” He shoots at Jaemin whose face immediately loses its flirty grin. He can be really freaking scary when he wants…same thing with Chenle.

“I just have a problem with people who don’t know their place.” He raises an eyebrow, and you swallow hard. You really want the chocolate lava cake on the dessert menu, but you’re getting fed up. He offered to pay for everyone, so you stand and angrily sling your bag onto your shoulder.

“Let’s go, Yuna. He can get home on his own.” She immediately follows you and you stop, looking at Changbin.

“I had fun with you, I’m sorry he’s being such a douche. I’ll get your number from Yuna.” You smile, giving him a slight bow and he nods, watching in shock as you both leave.

“(Y/N)!” Jaemin shouts after you and you just pick up the pace. Yuna’s heels click on the tile of the restaurant floor and then on the concrete as you leave. Tears are pricking at your eyes, the warm drops cold in the blowing wind.

“Hey, you okay?” She stops you, noticing your face starting to get blotchy.

“He’s a fucking jerk.” You sniff and she sighs.

“Hey, I’m not mad, I wasn’t expecting the world from the date-“

“Not that, how he was with Changbin. If what you said is true…” You lick your lips, and she wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“The reason it hurts so much, is because you like him. It’s hard to see someone act like a dick when you think highly of them.” She informs you wisely as you both wait for the valet to get your car. You wish you would have parked down the road so at least you could get away faster. Waiting outside means there’s the possibility of Jaemin getting to you before you could leave. Speak…well, think of the devil, and he shall come.

“(Y/N)!” He pushes the door open so hard the thick plexiglass wobbles a bit in the metal frame. You groan and tell Yuna to take your car back and begin to storm down the sideway toward your building.

“Fucking- (Y/N), wait!” He dashes past your friend, and she knows your shorter legs won’t get you far if he goes at that speed. As he catches up to you, you almost take off your shoes so you can start running. You try not to wipe at your eyes, your mascara is waterproof, but your eyeliner would probably smudge.

“(Y/N)!” Jaemin finally reaches you, his hand wrapping around your wrist, and he halts you in your tracks. Why is he so freaking strong? When you try to get away, he pulls you even closer, holding both of your hands to his chest.

“Let go!” You’re full-on crying, and he’s a bit shocked at this. He does as you ask and you’re going to turn around and keep going, but a car -your car- pulls up next to you. Yuna gets out, handing you your keys and you go to get in. Before either of you can say anything, Jaemin grabs the keys himself and goes to the driver’s side. You scoff as he shuts the door but gets in the other side.

“Can you get home?” you ask her, and she nods, waving you off.

“Changbin will get me home.” You nod and get into your car; it’s a bit weird riding in the passenger seat. The ride back is silent, tension rising in the car fast, and you try rolling the window down. Doesn’t help, just makes more noise. You roll it back up, the seal making a ‘shunk’ as it closes. You lick your lips, just watching out the window. No words are said as he parks in your spot in the garage. You want to fester a bit in the car, but he pulls your door open and stares you down, prompting you to get out. You slam the door shut and stomp forward past him to get into your building. You key in the code to the side door and don’t even hold the door open for him. You can hear him following you through and he does all the way up to your apartment. Your door slams shut, and you both stand in the entryway, panting. Sighing, you toed the straps of your shoes and kick them off, storming further into your place. It seems he’s done the same and is hot on your heels. As you leave the entry hall and start to head to the living room, Jaemin grabs your wrist, and you yelp as he yanks you. You find your back to wall; halted just right so your head doesn’t bang into it. His hand slams against the wall, pinning you in, the other one still holding your wrist. You gape at him with wide eyes, your hand held up and against the wall as well. He’s pissed. He doesn’t get mad like this too often.

“What the hell is your problem?!” You try to psyche yourself up, feeling incredibly small. Not only does his harsh gaze make you shrink in on yourself, he fully surrounds you. He scoffs, looking away and you sneer. He finally looks back at you.

“Are you really that dumb?” His tone pierces you and the tears come back, you’re frustrated and hurt.

“What?” Your voice is quiet, your face falling flat. Jaemin licks his lips again, biting his bottom lip before pressing both together hard. His eyes meet yours and your breath hitches.

“You seriously -of all people- asked me to go on a double date with you, but you were there for someone else?” His face is close to yours; he’s so close that you have to tilt your head back to meet his eyes.

“Then, you show up looking like this, but it’s not for me.” He motions with his head down and you shuffle. Jaemin’s leg shifts closer, his knee touching the wall.

“You even went so far as to flirt with another man in front of me.” His words make you look back up to him from where you had been looking at his leg between yours.

“What’s it to you?!” You counter, trying not to move too much, he’s so close, “why do you care?”

“I care because I’m in love with you, and you’re supposed to be mine!” He finally gets it out. All of the fight leaves you and you simply gape at him like a fish. Jaemin swallows, not sure how to take your reaction.

“You…love me?”

“Yes!” The hand pinning yours up pulled away, so your arm comes down to rest limply at your side. Jaemin then rests his hand on your elbow, the hand on the wall shifting so his forearm is pressed against the surface. His forehead meets his arm, the side of his jaw pressing against the top of your head. Your eyes can’t help but fall to the swatch of skin revealed by his open shirt, it’s right in front of you after all.

“I really wish I could have done this differently…” His voice is quiet, the sharpness gone, and he speaks right into your ear. The sound seems to rumble through you, and you didn’t know his voice could go that deep.

“Love?” You finally manage to get out and he huffs, pulling back enough that you can see each other’s faces. Jaemin brings his hand to his tie, and despite it being loose already, he loosens it further and just takes it off. The fabric floats to the floor, and he takes another step back so he can take off the blazer without hitting you. As he sheds the garment, he continues to move away, throwing the jacket down hard. He turns away from you and you slump further against the wall, watching as he rolls his sleeves up, so they bunch above his elbow. You can’t help but stare at his revealed forearms, a watch gracing his left wrist. On his right hand sat the ring he and your friends shared. You had one even, but keep it in your jewelry box and only wear it when you’re all together. The more you look at Jaemin, like really look, you see he’s gotten way more muscular than you even realized. He catches your staring and in any other circumstance he would’ve smirked, but he just huffs, nearly scoffing.

“My eyes are up here, (Y/N).” He clicks his tongue, and he starts to walk back towards you. He puts his left hand in his pocket, holding the right up with one finger out, and he pokes you hard on the forehead. You flinch and yelp when your head hits the wall. Jaemin sighs, letting his arm fall and puts his other hand in his pocket as well.

“You really had no idea?” The question is unexpected, and you honestly have trouble thinking about what he means, still out of it.

“No idea about what?” You shake your head, trying to get your bearings and he sighs dramatically, a slight whine in the sound.

“Me loving you, dummy.” You blink in response.

“N-no?”

“Well?”

“Well, what?”

“What about you?”

“About me, what?” He groans in frustration and sighs really hard again.

“Do you like me back at least?” He finally decides to be direct. You simply blink and he shakes his head.

“I’m going home-“ He backs up and moves to leave, but you stop him, gently wrapping your hands around his elbow.

“Wait.” Your voice is so quiet he almost doesn’t hear, but he halts immediately. His back is to you, so you step closer and wrap your arms around his middle, laying your cheek on his back.

“I…I think I love you too…” You truly don’t know for sure, never really feeling that way before to know. You were still in denial about having feelings for him at all up to only an hour ago.

“You think?”

“I really don’t know… I’ve never felt this way before-“ Jaemin pulls away from you roughly, but then turns to you, his hands going to your jaw. When you open your mouth to continue, his lips meet yours instead, swallowing the start of your next words. Honestly? Best kiss you’ve ever had. You didn’t know if it’s because it’s Jaemin and you like him so much, or if he’s just good at it. With a whine, you bring your own hands to his, lightly gripping his wrists. Jaemin pulls back, his expression still intense, but in a much different way.

“Tell me now if you don’t want to go beyond kissing, because I need to know before…” He drifts off, his eyes still pinned to your lips.

“Y-you can do what you want.” Your words are shaky, along with your body, but it’s more nervous excitement than anything.

“Yeah?” You hum in response and that same cocky grin you’re so used to spreads over his stupidly attractive face.

“Don’t tell me that, love, I’ll hold you to it.” He leans in as he speaks, his lips softly brushing over yours.

“Please.” You nearly cry and he kisses you again. It’s rougher that the last one, deeper, his hand wrapping around your ponytail and digging into your hair, tilting your head to get a better angle. His other hand starts at your waist before sliding down the sleek material of your dress till it lands on your butt. He squeezes and you gasp, allowing his tongue to slide into your mouth. Your head’s swimming, and you aren’t sure if it was from lack of air or just how good it felt to have his tongue tasting yours. When Jaemin finally pulls back, you whine at the loos which makes him chuckle.

“Come here, love.” His arm wraps around your waist, the other going to the back of your thigh, picking you up with ease. You whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist and you kiss over his neck and collarbone as he heads down the hall to your room. Luckily Jisung is at Chenle’s, and little did you know, it’s because Jaemin had told him, “if this night goes according to plan, you will not want to be at home.” And while the plan hadn’t gone exactly as Jaemin planned, the end result is the same. Your door closes but isn’t set in the frame, so he’s able to kick it open. It swings hard and slams into the wall, luckily into the door stop, and he kicks it closed as well. When he gets close enough, he literally drops you onto the bed. You bounce with a yelp, and you stop as you try to steady yourself, your eyes drawn to him. With rapt attention, you watch as he deftly unbuttons the rest of this shirt and untucks it, throwing it harshly to the floor. As he continues, the smirk on his face grows more and more devious, his confidence growing a little too much from your stare.

“Wanna touch?” He teases as your eyes trace every little line and ridge of his torso. Without thinking, you nod, and he laughs. The noise snaps you out of the trance and you frown,

“Jerk…” You mumble and he chuckles, stepping forward slowly, prowling. His right hand grips his belt and the waist of his pants, and when he’s close enough, his hand goes to your chin to tip your head back. Jaemin crooks his eyebrow, and you wilt a bit under the look, more nervous excitement buzzing through you. When he steps back, your eyes go to the hand on his belt and watch as he undoes his belt, pulling it out of the loops of his pants with a snap and it clatters to the floor. Your mouth waters and he tries not to laugh, “Your eyes are gonna burn holes through me~” You flinch back, purposefully looking at his face.

“Look all you want, love.” He says, the smirk coming back. So, you do. Your eyes zero in on his hands, he first removes his watch, letting it clatter onto the floor as well. Same thing with his ring, he doesn’t want the others having any part of this, even it it’s through the friendship ring. Next, and you aren’t sure if he actually does it slowly or it plays in slow-motion through your eyes, but he undoes the button on his slacks, and they fall. You gasp, he does still have his underwear on, but he’s just that much closer to being bare before you.

“You have too many things on.” He decides and strides forward, falling to his knees as the foot of the bed where you sit. His hands go to your hips and pulls you all the way forward so hard and you fall, back hitting in the bed.

“Are these those tights that don’t tear?” His question throws you off a bit.

“Uh, no, they were like a few dollars-“ RIP. He just tears them right at the seam of the crotch.

“Jaemin!” You scold but he ignores you; finishing ripping them and then pull the pieces off. He could’ve just pulled them off normally… When the scraps are discarded, he flips the end of your dress up, exposing your black panties and your face flushes as he just stares.

“D-don’t stare like that!” You cover your face with your hands then, practically screaming when he unexpectedly buried his face between your legs.

“J-Jaemin!” You yelp, his tongue brushing harshly over the fabric, tasting your wetness through the material.

“Fuck~’ He coos at your taste, and you’re extremely grateful he doesn’t tear your panties off as well. What you don’t notice though is that he pockets them as hit mouth meets your bare cunt. Jaemin lets out an obscene groan as your walls clench around his tongue and you whimper. Why’s he being so freaking noisy? Again, startled yelp escapes you when his hands grab your thighs, roughly holding your legs open, preventing your hips from moving. It seems he had planned ahead because when he seals around your clit and suck, your entire body jerks, the air leaving you.

“Jaemin-! Wait, fuck-“ You suck air in harshly, the rising pleasure so intense that before you know it -with one last flick of his tongue- you fall off the edge. He moans as you whine, his voice fading into a low chuckle as your orgasm ebbs. Falling boneless onto the bedding, he gets up from the floor and coos at you.

“Oh, sweet love~” His normal playful tone is weaved with heat, his words seeming to rumble through the room. Gently, he helps you sit up, kissing your neck and jaw softly as he pulls the zipper of your dress down. You let him pull the garment up and off your head, your glazed over expression goes straight to his hardening cock.

“So pretty~” Jaemin huffs in delight, leaning over to kiss you again as he unhooks your bra and slings it somewhere to the side. With a mewl, you feel him pick you up again to move you further up the bed, laying you down softly and making sure your head is settled on the pillow. His next kisses are incredibly soft, going from your mouth to the crest of your cheek, your jaw, neck, collar, sternum, the swell of your breast, then his mouth seals over your nipple. It makes you shiver, but he quickly moves on, kissing to the other side, and licks over your other nipple.

“Jaemin~” You whine, needing more. He smiles -not a smirk- and goes back up and kisses your forehead. The man laughs when your arms lazily wrap around his neck, trying to get him closer to kiss him again. Instead, he lets your kiss over his face, his hands going to your hips and adjusting you, so your legs wrap around his waist. When you he grinds his still covered hard-on into your bare core you let out a low whine.

“I need you to let me go so I can get a condom…” He laughs when you shake your head no, holding on tighter.

“Okay…” He relents, wrapping his arms around you again and you yipe when he easily hauls you up and gets off the bed. Holding onto him like a child, he laughs at your antics, and he stoops to get his pants and get his wallet.

“You always keep one there?” You grumble and Jaemin continues to laugh, going back to the bed.

“No, love. I planned ahead~” He lets out his characteristic little-shit giggle as he lays you down again, just as softly.

“Hurry!” You wiggle, letting your legs fall so he can maneuver and get his tight black briefs off. Your jaw goes slack and the smuggest simper you have ever seen on his face appears. No wonder he’s so freaking confident all the time.

“I’ll fit~” He teases, and you want to get annoyed, but is too distracted as he rolls the condom over his cock, making you swallow.

“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” His hand goes gently to your cheek, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin. You turn your head, kissing his palm and the soft gesture makes his smile soften as well.

“Okay, love.” Jaemin shifts, lightly gripping your hips and you bury your fingers in his soft silver hair as he brings his cock to your core, stroking it through your folds before starting to ease in. You gasp, trying not to clench too hard. It has not only been awhile for you, but he’s bigger than you’re used to as well. Your whole body shivers, and you try to relax and not clench him too much. You watch his brow furrow; you’re tight around him and he can’t believe he finally gets to be inside you.

“Breathe, love.” He smirks, helping you relax as he bottoms out. The walls of your cunt flutter around his cock, trying to get used to the stretch and you try not to dig you press-on nails into the skin of his back. He wants to change that though, planning on having red welts decorating his back when he gets done. When he feels you relax more around him, and your body isn’t as tense, he brings your legs up higher around is waist and gives a very shallow thrust.

“Fuck!” You moan and Jaemin groans, starting a slow pace, not wanting to overwhelm you yet.

“J-Jaemin!” You throw your head back after he fives his first hard thrust, nearly pulling all the way out before his hips snap, carving his shape into your core.

“Oh, love, you feel so fucking good~” He lets out a breathy chuckle, sitting back on his heels more, the angle change letting the head of his cock hit your sweet spot. With each thrust, he fucks a little noise out of you, everyone once and while it’s his name or some nonsense babbling.

“Hold on, love.” He grunts, getting up on his knees more, his strong hands gripping you thighs so hard he’ll definitely leave bruises, and throws your legs over his elbows. Jaemin smirks, rolling his hands and as the head of his cock hits the deepest of your pussy, you cum. It’s sudden, and your breath halts; he freezes, eyes clenching shut. He wants this to last longer, and while he knows he could go more than one round, he really wants to prolong it. You shiver slightly when it’s over, trying to catch your breath and he groans, shifting on his knees and grabbing another pillow to shove under your hips.

“Okay, get ready~” He practically giggles, and begins to fuck you in earnest. Your cunt is sensitive from cumming twice, but it still feels too good, and your mind starts to fog. Your hands that are digging in the bedding scramble, gripping his back, not wanting to tear your sheets. He groans as the rounded ends of your press-on nails dig into your skin, scratching down and leaving stinging lines all over his back. Jaemin chuckles deeply as you whimper and moan.

“You’re so good for me, huh~?”

You whine in response.

“Like my cock~?”

Whine.

“Fuck, I love you so much~” He slumps forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck, sucking and licking at the skin. His thrusts stay hard, but lose their rhythm as he gets closer to his own release. Your hands move to around his shoulders, one still scratching up his back, the other in his hair.

“Love~” You mewl, and he huffs, burying his cock as deep as he can and cums. Someday, he vows to feel the raw heat of your pussy around him… Slowly he pulls out and you whimper, feeling incredibly empty. He realizes that he had only brought one condom…

“Great.” He grumbles, but when he sees you laying there, eyes unfocused and body limp, he realizes that might be for the best. Smiling softly, he leans down, brushing the sweat-soaked hairs from your forehead and lays a kiss there.

“Be right back, love.” Jaemin pecks your lips and gets off the bed. You’re only semi-conscious as he goes and cleans up. He comes back quickly, helping you get under the covers, and he turns the ceiling fan on, so you don’t get too hot. Someone, you manage to stay awake as he takes a cold shower, and you mewl for him when he come back.

“(Y/N)~” He coos dramatically, back to his goofy self. He puts his pants back on, but leaves his shirt off, knowing you’ll ogle him. Giddily, while giggling, he wiggles under the covers with you.

“You’re cold…” You mumble and he nods with a hum.

“Warm me~!” He opens his arms to you, and you tiredly shuffle closer and slump into his hold. You’re too tired to really appreciate laying on his half-naked body, and he soothingly pets your hair, nuzzling the top of your head.

“I love you.” Jaemin whispers and you mumble something, and he huffs, “what?”

“Love you too~” Your voice is slurred with sleepiness, and you near-instantly fall asleep. He soon drifts off as well, but about an hour later, he’s awoke by a commotion.

“Noona~!”

“Chenle, wait!” Jisung shouts after him, but can’t get to him in time as he dashes down the hall and throws your bedroom door open. When all he sees is Jaemin propped up, glaring at him with a lump next to him, the younger stops dead.

“Get out of there!” The youngest scolds, purposefully not looking as he grabs the other guy and hauls him out.

“THEY FUCKED!” Chenle nearly screams and Jaemin collapses to the bed with a groan and Jisung drags him down the hall, trying to get him to shut up. You grunt a bit and Jaemin smiles, you’re so cute. Your eyes flutter open, and he smiles warmly.

“He’s so freaking loud…” You pout and he dramatically acts like he’s been shot in the heart.

“Oh~ So cute~” He envelopes you into his arms, holding you close and rocks back and forth. It forces a tired giggle from you, and you go limp again when he finally lies still.

“You’ll be my girlfriend.” It’s more of a statement than a question and you hum.

“Of course.” You run your fingers over his collarbone, finally getting to feel and see him. Another cocky grin spreads over his face as you don’t hold back, your hands stopping on the waist band of his pants. He smirks, rolling on top of you, making sure you don’t hold his full weight.

“For now~” You furrow your brow, wondering what he means. One day, my wife.

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A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS ━━ LN4.

sometimes the right words are hard to come across, and sometimes everything you need to say can be captured in an image.

( lando norris x photographer!reader )

━━ part four.

“Saw McLaren posted pics of the new car,” Jack says in lieu of a greeting when he sees you after the weekend. He picks up his pace and crosses the distance to meet you where you’re fumbling with the keys to your “office”, and then he takes a few of the many equipment bags you’re attempting to juggle, saying as he does so, “You take any of those or no?”

You laugh, “Ah, no. They actually hire on a whole studio crew that does that. They’ve got lights, green screens, special camera lenses, the whole lot. The post-production on those photos is mad though.” You get the door unlocked and usher him inside, “I got to sit in on it once, and it’s crazy how much work goes into getting just a couple week’s worth of promotional content.”

He sets your bags down where you direct him to and then offers you a snarky grin, “Still probably would’ve looked cooler if you took ‘em, to be fair.”

It makes you laugh again. Jack seems to be good at that, and it feels nice to get along so well with someone you work with. You’ve found a surprising friend in him. At the end of your conversation on Friday, you’d exchanged numbers and he’d made you promise to reach out if you needed him for anything. You hadn’t, but he’d still sent you an unflatteringly angled picture of Kyle Walker from after their match against Newcastle, followed quickly with━ “use this in the next media drop thx,” and the chatter had gone from there.

You set down your own bags. “Well, thank you. Pretty sure it’s not as fun as this job, though.”

And you mean it. You’ve had opportunities to switch over to studio photography, and though you respect the people who do it and the unique challenges it poses in its own right, there’s nothing like being upfront and personal with all the action, getting to see the athletes in their element and know them on a level that goes beyond an hour or two shoot. You wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“Wait,” you pause, hands stopping just above where you’re ready to start sorting through your equipment, “since when did you keep up with Formula One?”

Jack shrugs. “I don’t. But you work for that team, yeah? So I figured I might as well see what they’re all about.”

“Well, if you need something to do during the summer, let me know and I’ll see what I can do,” you tell him, resuming your sorting. “They give me extra tickets for each race but they usually end up going to waste.”

You don’t bring up the falling out you had with your parents at eighteen when you told them you were going to pursue photography or the fact that you haven’t really talked to them in years because of it. You also don’t mention that due to the strenuous, near-constant traveling and the strict schedule of your job, your friendships are limited to the athletes you work with and the other McLaren staff that travel with you━ all of whom have passes of their own, for obvious reasons.

Jack, thankfully, doesn’t ask about it either. Whether he’s made his own assumptions or respects that it’s probably a sore subject, he leaves it alone and the two of you carry on in companionable silence.

You get your equipment unzipped from the bags and organized across the room per your system, guiding your temporary helper with pointed fingers to where it all should go.

The silence is only broken again when he asks you a question. “You got a favorite driver?”

It’s so out of the blue that you nearly jump, startled by the suddenness of it against the quietness of the room. But then you laugh and shake your head. “Officially no, but just between the two of us, me and Lando started at the same time so he’s got a special place in my heart. He’s also my best friend.”

Jack raises an eyebrow, “Oh yeah?” Despite the persona he puts on, you think he secretly loves gossip. “How’d he take the news about you being with Ward, then? ‘Cause I’d have some choice things to say to any friend of mine if they got with a prick like that.”

You purse your lips, divert your gaze to avoid Jack’s eyes, and shrug, fiddling with the neck strap of your camera as you do so. “I don’t know.”

“You ‘don’t know?’”

You shrug again and feign checking over the settings as if your camera’s aperture is suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. “He hasn’t been picking up my calls,” you start, “or answering my texts since the paps released the pics, so.”

When you glance back up, Jack’s making a face. “So, your best friend finds out you’re dating a total bellend, and instead of asking you about it or at the very least taking the piss, he ignores you?”

When he puts it like that, you feel a bit stupid for being more sad than you are angry.

All you can do is shrug.

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You decide that if Lando gets to be petty, then so do you.

The thing is, you’d told Lando you wouldn’t replace him with any of the guys from Manchester City, and you’d meant it━ you still mean it, despite your frustrations and annoyances with him telling you otherwise.

But if he’s going to play games, then so are you.

Technically you hadn’t started the relationship with Garrett willingly, but Lando doesn’t know that, and even if you had that doesn’t give him the right to go about ignoring you. You’ve been supportive when he’s gotten girlfriends━ you even ate greasy pizza, drank cheap wine, and cried watching The Notebook together when he ended his long-term relationship back in 2022. He could at least pretend to be supportive, or better yet he could pick up the fucking phone. 

As pathetic as it sounds, you’d let him yell at and berate you if it just meant he’d answer your calls. Because having Jack around to gossip with and shoot the shit is nice, and he really does help you not feel so alone at Etihad Campus, but Lando’s your best friend and he has been for years now. There’s nobody that understands you as well as he does, even if he is a twat half the time, and what you need now most of all is that particular Lando brand of annoying to cheer you up.

The door opens, drawing your attention from where you’re scrolling through McLaren’s newest posts. Garrett stands in the opening.

The memory of that night still lingers like a bad taste in your mouth, bitter and unpleasant. You’ve managed to avoid him for the most part in the time since then, ignoring the looks he shoots your way out on the field or in the weight room, and lucky enough that his meetings with the physio team keep him preoccupied so that he can’t seek you out in between training sessions. You’d known it was inevitable that you’d have to face him, but that doesn’t stop the dread from pooling in your stomach when you see him standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised as he surveys the makeshift office you’ve done up for yourself.

“They couldn’t find you an actual office?” He comments, looking disdainfully towards your desk and the large Manchester City logo emblazoned across the front.

You shrug, wishing he’d just get to the point. “I’m only here for a few months. Doesn’t matter much to me. What do you want?”

He takes a step farther into the room and closes the door behind him, taking his sweet time to cross the distance toward the seats. When he’s finally lowered down into one, he looks up to you with a nonchalance that fills you immediately with anger.

“I’m making some amendments to our agreement,” he announces.

“Like hell you are.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Did you seriously expect people to believe we’re a couple if we never actually do anything to give off the impression of being a couple?”

You scowl. Obviously, you hadn’t expected to just skate by on the coattails of pictures from a single night. You’d known from the very beginning that you would eventually need to make another public appearance together at the very least if you wanted to keep the paparazzi fed and encourage the idea to the media that you’re in a committed relationship with one another. You’d just been hoping you would’ve had more time until then.

“I’m not an idiot, Garrett,” you grumble, crossing your arms in your seat. You had been looking through pictures from the day’s morning practice, but now you think having to look at any more of Kevin De Bruyne’s grinning face will make you lose your mind when you feel the furthest thing from happy.

“Obviously,” Garrett scoffs. “But you’re the one who said I get one kiss and nothing more. Newsflash, love━” your scowl deepens, “━couples do more than just kiss one time.”

“So what are you suggesting?”

He pulls his phone from the pocket of his joggers and swipes across the screen for a few moments of anticipatory silence. “Well,” he finally says, “it’s the sixteenth now. We haven’t got a match until the twenty-sixth. Go on a date with me this weekend.”

You can’t say no. There’s no plausible excuse for you to get out of it, and deep down you know the only way you can get rid of Garrett is to just do what he says and hope the media make their conclusions about his change quick enough that you can ditch him before the summer break.

At least during the Formula One season, you can use traveling as a reason to get out of dates. When the Champion’s League starts back up he’ll be traveling around Europe a bit more than he is now, and there’s always a chance you could be in the same country at the same time, but the likelihood of your schedules aligning is slim and that means you’ll be safe from any ventures out into public.

But for the time being, you’re stuck.

“Okay,” you reluctantly agree.

He claps his hands, a deceptively cheerful grin on his face. If you didn’t already think of him as the worst prick you’ve ever met, you might’ve found it charming. It’s the same smile he used to flash at you in your first week when he was trying to cozy up and ease his way into your good graces. The sight of it makes you sick to your stomach, now.

“Great,” he rises from his seat. “We’ll do some shopping, get some lunch━ make a full day out of it.”

At this point, you don’t care what he has planned. You just want him to leave you alone so you can try to at least pretend like you’re gonna finish the rest of the work you need to get around to.

Garrett’s made his way to the door and has his hand reaching for the handle when he turns back around and gives you a smirk. “Might wanna work on your happy face, though, love,” he comments, gesturing towards you with a nod of his head. “‘Cause if you look like that in front of the paps they definitely aren’t gonna be very convinced that you love me.”

Just to spite him, you let your scowl deepen. “I don’t need your advice. I know how to handle myself, Garrett.” You say his name like a curse━ like the very feeling of it on your tongue causes you pain.

If he notices, he doesn’t comment. His face turns thoughtful, but there’s still the smugness painted across his features that makes you so unfathomably annoyed. “You must be pretty familiar with the paps if you’re always around those drivers, yeah?” He knows the answer to his question already, so you’re not sure why he’s even asking.

He stays silent, though, like he’s genuinely expecting an answer, so you shrug your shoulders. “Obviously.”

“Obviously,” he repeats back to you.

His laughter is all you hear echoing in your ears even once he’s long gone.

Until your phone starts to ring and Lando's name flashes across the screen.

━━ tags: @maih23 @urfavnoirette @leclercsluv @f1luvur @formulaal @a-disturbing-self-reflection @starlightpierre @chezmardybum @marshmummy @405rry @sideboobrry11 @d3kstar @mcmuppet @happylittlereader @casperlikej @5starl1ght

━━ a/n: cliffhanger hehe~ also, i promise we're getting to ACTUAL formula one stuff soon

[bots-and-cons]

How about knockout secretly becoming friends with reader who is under autobot protection?

A/N: I’ve got these HCs about Knockout’s s/o being under autobot protection. This is a bit of a different thing though, and I thought it was different enough to warrant its own post. These ended up kinda long, because I got invested, lol

•You and Knockout met by total accident, when a few off your friends had dragged you to watch an illegal street racing competition

•You had snuck out without telling the bots so they didn’t know where you were, hence none of them were there to stop you from being a bit reckless and having a good time

•Your friends wanted pictures with the cars and when you got close to Knockout, you noticed the small-ish decepticon insignia

•You of course tried to get your friends away from him, because who knows what he might do if he recognized you as one the autobot’s charges

•Knockout honestly hadn’t been paying much attention to what any of the humans who were under the autobot’s protection looked like, so he didn’t realize who you were right away

•Your friends wanted to take a couple of pictures despite your protests

•Knockout of course told them “Watch the paint job, I don’t want any scratches” as they leaned against him to take the pics

•Your friends thought it was just the driver saying it from inside the car, but you knew otherwise

•Your friends went away to the next car, but you marched up to Knockout’s driver side window and started talking to him

•”Why are you here?” you asked him

•”To race, obviously. Why else?” he scoffed

•That’s when he took a better look at you, because you were obviously talking to him like you knew him

•”Oh, you’re one of the autobot’s pets” you could basically hear the smirk in his voice

•”I’m not anyone’s pet you idiot, they’re my friends” you retorted

•Knockout found himself enjoying your banter, but the friend comment made him somewhat jealous, he couldn’t really call any of the decepticons his friends, except for Breakdown

•That’s basically where your friendship begun, you talked for quite a while and before you realized, your friends had left and so had your ride

•”Dammit, I’m gonna have to walk home” you muttered as the crowd kept thinning

•You didn’t know anyone else there, and your friends had left you there, so you started walking

•Knockout didn’t really say anything as you left, but a couple of minutes later, he realized it was quite cold outside and human’s don’t handle it very well or at least that’s what he’d understood

•He didn’t want you to die because of the cold, because that would just invite retribution from the autobots

•It actually wasn’t that cold, but you did live on the other side of town, so you had quite a long way to go

•Knockout didn’t know where you lived, but he drove after you and offered you a ride

•”So you can kidnap me and take me to the Nemesis? No thanks” you told him as he drove slowly next to you

•”I’m not going to kidnap you. I’m just not giddy at the thought of you dying in the cold and us getting blamed for it”

•You stopped walking and considered it for a moment, you really didn’t feel like walking over 5km in the chilly weather, and it looked like it was about to start raining too

•”Fine, you can take me close, but I’m not telling you where I live” you sighed, and hopped into the passenger’s seat

•You gave him directions, as he talked about something or other

•Knockout tends to talk a lot when he’s nervous, so he just kept talking to you

•You laughed at some of his jokes and he also commented how your friends were kinda mean for leaving you there like that

•You couldn’t help but agree, and you started ranting about your friends and the idiotic things they did sometimes

•You didn’t understand why, but he was just so easy to talk to, and you didn’t need to hide your opinions/feelings about your friends from him or hear a lecture or anything like that

•You could just talk, and he would listen and also validate your feelings by telling you your friends were in fact assholes 

•Knockout stopped at the grocery store parking lot that you had guided him to, but even then you continued talking

•”I know this is probably a stupid thing to say, but thanks, I haven’t been able to vent like that in a long while”

•”No problem, it was nice for me too” Knockout admitted

•He had talked about what an aft Megatron was and how badly Starscream treated him, but it was kind of funny how the inner workings of the decepticon leadership reminded you of a high school mean girls clique or something

•You told Knockout you weren’t going to mention this to the autobots, because you didn’t want a lecture and there really wasn’t anything to tell, he hadn’t done anything bad

•Knockout decided to leave you his comm link number (idk how it would work, but I decided it’s like a phone) so you could contact him if you wanted to

•You wrote it down on the notes on your phone and hopped out

•He could see you waving in the rearview mirror as you walked away

•It was the start of a rather odd friendship, which was not without its problems, but you grew to be good friends and confidants

•Of course you had to keep the whole thing hidden from the autobots, the same way Knockout couldn’t tell any of the cons

[hoffmansgirl]

Honestly, I’m getting tired. It’s literally bts pics from a tv show. He’s not even playing Jesus in the show. People are just looking for a reason to hate him at this point and it’s really pathetic. I was not okay with him posing with those guys and I felt like people had a genuine reason to be upset with him, but I also thought double standards were rearing its ugly head again. Let’s get mad at nick for posing with guys dressed as Lyle and Erik but let’s like and repost thirst edits of Nick and Cooper made up of scenes from a show where they play … Lyle and Erik Menendez. People are holding him to a standard that other celebrities aren’t held to. He can’t do anything without people picking him apart and “canceling” him. It’s honestly annoying.

YES YES YES 🗣️ louder for the cunts in the back!

nicholas chavez is not problematic.

so. i actually feel so bad for him because it must be so hard. he's just gotten popular how long ago... a month? two? and people are trying to cancel him so bad.

he can't do ANYTHING without getting hate - first people started bringing up his love life - since when is it anyone's business? calling him a bop, a man whore. people are feeling way too comfortable nowadays.

next ━ "nicholas doesn't support the brothers", "he doesn't give a fuck" ━ how can YOU know that. he doesn't owe anyone a ny thing. he doesn't need to be as vocal as cooper is about it ━ as i wrote in here aaand here. i honestly won't even talk about it anymore after this post because it's fucking annoying.

the picture with the dicks dressed as menendez brothers ━ disgusting. i'm not gonna defend this one because well. he could have refused to take it. he's a grown ass man, for gods sake. although, as i mentioned before, he is HUMAN. he is LEARNING how to be a big star, what he should and should not do. let's not pretend we are all angels, bffr. we all make mistakes, and sometimes we don't even realise we do something that might be considered wrong.

now... the (hot) god damn pictures... can we stop being so sensitive and fucking annoying!!!!!! 😁 i saw that post and thought that he looks so good, the brat dance made me smile sooo much ━ then i saw the comments... he is not. mocking. religion. he is not mocking your beliefs or your god.

"cancelling" an actor for being an... actor is fucking embarrassing. i just have to laugh.

why is everyone so obsessed with this man, with everything he does? why are haters the first ones in his comment section? god, even i am not that fast and i'm fucking obsessed with the guy. come on... people just hate to hate.

and! surprise! he doesn't owe you an apology ━ if you're offended by the pictures ━ because it's just the show. people think he dressed up as jesus for halloween... do your fucking research. read the caption. stop harassing the poor man i swear 😭

in this house we don't hate on nick ━ of course he needs to be held accountable for the menendez brothers picture, no explanation needed ━ but nothing else.

it's kinda funny because my man is just working, being an introvert and people think he's a soulless narcissist.

i guess people just hate rich, popular and hot men that live their best life... i kinda feel sorry for them, ngl.

and one more thing before i finish... nicholas' love life. the insults i've seen online are so concerning. why are people so comfortable to comment on other people's relationships? why do people believe everything they see on tiktok or twitter? calling him a "man whore" is wayyyy too much. like let this man breathe around another woman? or have female friends? god forbid talk to another woman...

i don't want to comment on his girlfriend because... i want need her man, why would i even talk about her 😭 i have my own opinion but lemme just not...

woof woof i'm yapping. but yes anon, i agree with you. 100%.

and finally! if u wanna talk about it (or just talk about nicholas...) then my dms are open!

and remember!!!! to treat people with kindness ♡ 🫧

(celebrities are also people).

[darlingdaisyfarm]

You know I've been meaning to ask.. is everything okay? I mean your pfp is blank. I understand you're uploading, but I also want to make sure you're okay

idk if i have some mental connection with you, anon, because how else i can explain that you sent this ask right when i felt so bad??? but yeah i should really put a pfp, i just can’t choose the right pic and at same time im lazy….

honestly i promised myself i wouldn’t vent online and irl because i don’t wanna be annoying or be the kind of person people get tired of. but i guess i just feel emotional rn sorry again

well 2025 kinda kicked me in the face already LMAO, it already reminded me that some people will always pick someone else and some things are just not meant to be yours. i just got reminded once again that i’m super replaceable to person i really loved and cared about. so now im realising that i was just there to pass the time until they found smth better, someone better. and they did, they did and that’s just unfair for me, i literally loved this person for 10 years and that's how i ended up

not exactly the fresh start i was hoping for lol

been feeling like a ghost in my own life lately so i guess i made this blog to just be somewhere, to talk to people, to share things i love, to feel like i exist in some small way. to find friends? idk. sometimes i wonder if i’m just taking up space here, but deleting this blog feels dramatic so whatever. although i thought bout this a lot and still think about it, but i guess im just being... yeah, dramatic, i mean i am, ive been told. so, i don't know, deleting feels rude ? and i don’t wanna be rude, i hate being rude :( i still hesitate every time i post though. and i don’t want to be that person who craves reassurance but damn, it gets lonely and im embarrassed to even say that rn

+ last year drained me so much that i couldn’t even start anything for a whole month. its about my work, i just felt stuck, exhausted before i even tried. things are getting better now with my work, though. it’s actually tied to people and honestly, i love that?? i mean, i love people very much. in general. so whenever i meet someone kind or understanding in my work, it lifts my mood

but when it comes to writing or fics, i feel like i’m always fighting myself. actually i enjoy writing, ive been writing since… 14? 13? so i try, i push through, but nothing ever feels right lately. i don’t know if it’s just a phase or if this is how it’s always going to be. why i always feel like i could’ve done better or that maybe i shouldn’t have posted at all

anyways….. i don’t usually post stuff like this. i really don’t want to be like this, i hate sounding so negative, i really do. i promised myself i wouldn’t. i usually just keep things to myself, but you seemed like you genuinely cared, sweetheart and i figured i might as well be honest, i appreciate your worry! thank u sm angel! ♡

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

a rara avis Cinder pic and update - she hatez 2 b fotographed but as we rote - so glad 2 c me she forgot to be mad - we mostly missed caturday frog friday and all of thursday

and

maybe even poetry -tho if ur squeamish ( i am actually but this wuz my reality ) or only follow casually - you might wanna scroll on and stroll on like a yardbird to the next post on ur dash

so imma facing mortality - and so far still here and now - and really - wtf do we have but now

on with the ( horror ) show - witch must go on u no - cuz the Bard say its a stage

voluminous bloody diarrhea - we will hereafter refer to as vbd -cuz

(ok i warned u - it gets worser so again - feel free to skip the rest - really - we wont bee offended )

but 1st a reminder that here and now - t iz at home w his wife and kitty - good and always - waiting for murder and birdsong and the usual usual...

and like blanche we get by w the kindness of strangers on this streetcar

the vbd started in the middle of the nite train - bout 230 am thursday - woke up and in the dark the 1st bout and we thinks - oh no not another bout of colitis not knowing about the b (ignorance is bliss) - head back 2 bed and then have to - this time i have the light on - and see b on the floor that dripped - and another episode of vbd this time knowing - i call out loudly for unpoet to waken - after this it abates - we try to plan - and another vbd - 911 time - and the kindness begins w the operator then the ambulance crew - in the ER vbd actually gets worse - sitting on a commode w no privacy - it abates a bit - they put ports in each arm cuz we gonna need them - on the way to a ct scan i get 2 use an actual bathroom i am at the sink washing my hands and the vbd gushes down my legs - theres door knock - i say just a minnit trynna get the terror down - unlock the door and jest standing there - an ER doc comes in trynna calm me - as the panic subside he gently cleans me - not waiting 4 a nurse - eventually we get thru this and ct - a hospital room - a commode in view of many hospital workers - iv fluids waiting for b to get a transfusion - 2 pints of b hooked up to machines its hard 2 navigate from bed to commode - and wiping is impossible - a stranger wiping my bloody ass - and this happens over and over - with different strangers - all being kind and gentle as can b - and we begin the prep for a colonoscopy - under the best of circumstances - awful - and increases the frequency - i am told the bleeding part usually abates on its own before the colonoscopy even starts - anyway thats the next couple or three hours and then to ICU - i see u is right - in plain view and more kindness - we tell head nurse we are getting used 2 the total lack of dignity the b abates but the frequency - of the v and d increases cuz of the prep

flashbacks - 1 -the last hospital stay - a heart attack - the staff was not as kind and been terror fried of dying in a hospital ever since - and 2 - a friend in similar circumstance posting vid defiantly dancing in her hospital gown

fuck u death not today

anyway - we knew before we had diverticulitis - has not caused a prob in 10 years - and the likely culprit - but since bleeding stopped no intervention or anything to b done

sum releaf cuz no signs of cancer but told having 1 episode increases chances of 2nd and if there is a 3rd will have 2 remove part of colon

dinner is ice chips tho a few hours later some jello - nurse telling me they avoided the strawberry cuz of color laffing

anyway hooked to machines - peeing in a bottle - we spend the night in eye see u

about midnight a night nurse comes in 2 do something - dont remember what - he asks if theres anything we want - "a hamburger would b nice " laff - "with fries" he asks and offers tea - we have tv on as distraction tho only managed to follow 1 show

we dont sleep well in hotel rooms usually even nice one - the exception being one by the ocean close enough to hear waves break in the night quiet - and icu is anything but quiet - machines beeping mostly - the sound of automatic blood pressure monitor every 15 minutes at 1st then hourly - both arms are hooked up to something - and finger sticks and blood draws on the side - exhausted and hungry we manage to sleep 15 minutes a few times

ok we rap it up - morning - jello and liquid nourishment drink am promised some "real " food " 4 lunch - broth and yogurt and another nutrition drink

jest b4 dinner - chicken soup and pudding - am moved to a regular room - w an actual bathroom w a door - a small portable monitor hooked up - with someone wheeling in blood pressure / respiratory monitor every few hours - and blood draws about every 4 and the long night goes on - at about 4 am look out window behind me and there is the moon - we posted the foto

after a reel bfast - eggs and biscuit - oatmeal - yogurt we have a "normal" ie no b ( yay ) -poop - augers well for being released

and here and now we r home

weak af and trepidation verging on terror of another

so in the hospital - everything is the brutal efficient overkill that is modern medicine but we aint gonna critique that today

happy 2 b home - unpoet and kitty - more kind messages than can respond 2 - but trying - sorry if we havent at least thanked u

hoping for some birdsong and sunshine onnna gospel sunday

"i know a place - aint nobody crying " sing it sister Mavis

can i get a hallelujah anyway

[simblorbo-bracket]

Round 2 - Simblr's Saddest, Wettest Meow Meow - Mainline

Seth Morrigan (@medleymisty) VS. Saxen (@herecirmsims)

(polls are presented left -> right unless stated otherwise)

Who's sadder? Who's wetter? Read on for more information, and vote with your heart!

What is a ‘Meow Meow’?

(taken from tumblr user @/torturelabyrinth) “The thing about a true poor little meow meow is they have to be 1) downtrodden 2) morally questionable at best 3) deeply and pathetically miserable”

Seth Morrigan

A name that makes all Sims tremble. They whisper, "Have you seen him? I heard he never takes off his blue cardigan. I heard his khaki pants bear the face of God in their pockets. I heard he stood in a fire for an hour once and didn't die."

Occasionally an impressionable young Sim dressed all in black will say, "Yeah, I heard he burned down his house with his family inside and that he haunts the valley and that the waterfall there always smells like smoke, but damn he looks good in that blue cardigan of his."

Seth is my original Sim, created lovingly in Sims 3 CAS lo these many years ago.

He also made the transition to Sims 4.

He first appeared in the Sims 3 story In The Valley Of The Sun. Its pictures are currently lost somewhere in Photobucket, but the basic idea was that he set his house by Sunset Valley's waterfall on fire, killing his wife. Years later a young woman named Lilith came to investigate the abandoned house, which was said to be haunted. Seth was actually still very much alive, though he haunted Lilith through the narrative. At least until Lilith set a fire herself, taking them both out.

Propaganda that still has pictures! At least unless otherwise noted.

Waffles: The Syruping: a short story of Seth's sad wet descent into meow meow land told from the POV of his wife, Sarah Morrigan.

Syrup: The Waffling: Seth's own POV of his descent.

Because Death Would Not Stop For Seth: A text-only take about Seth's trauma from surviving a fire and how his absolute refusal to try and heal that trauma just led to more fire.

Eggshells: Seth as an emo teen, dealing with being bullied and with his father's condition after surviving a fire at the factory where he worked.

A longer work with Sims 4 pics: Emo Pistols. An epistolary story told through Seth's letters to his two penpals, Jasper and Anya. In this one he is finally attempting to heal from his trauma, as you can see from this excerpt:

How does a house die? Well, other than being burnt down. Speaking of which, I have not yet set the apartment on fire. I suppose that’s good. The apartment does not give me gifts. Sarah does, sometimes.  She is still here. I told her the truth, and she didn’t break or burn. She didn’t disappear into the sun. She is the Sarah who stayed.

I love my Seth baby very much. I hope he might meet some new friends through this tournament, and perhaps I will gain some inspiration to write more words about him as well. :)

Saxen

Things Sax does extremely well: fainting and bleeding (separately), fainting and bleeding (combination), rotting in bed, crying or being completely stoic (no in between), causing more problems while trying to fix his previous problems, omitting certain truths (aka lying).

Now, I don't know if he really counts as an SWMM because he's not a classic villain... but in his pursuit of Doing The Right Thing he has made some awful choices. Good intentions, poor outcomes.

I present the evidence beneath the cut:

Some of his crimes:

In an attempt to save his sister, he left his post and facilitated the escape of a world-devouring entity which he was supposed to help contain.

After his sister died he made another attempt to save her, via necromancy, and instead doomed her to an endless cycle of death and rebirth. Until recently, none of her reincarnations were healthy enough to survive infancy.

He befriended the parents of this latest incarnation without filling them in on the backstory, or his motives. After they were killed by his enemy, he took the baby and kept her hidden for 11 years (did she have grandparents, uncles, aunts? Yes, probably. He claims they couldn't have cared for her like he did and technicallyyyy he's right, since her survival required magic, but...)

He broke the arm of one of his 'adopted' adult kids (he has an enchanted cottage which has been a refuge for a lot of people) when said adult tried to prevent him from killing someone else. Yes, technically he did only push Thom and didn't intend for Thom to hit the wall so hard, but...

Long story short but his home world didn't end, it was just knocked out of its timeline for a while. Unfortunately, due to his actions on the day the Grim escaped (attacking portal guards and forcing his way through the rift, just as an unrelated-to-him group stormed the castle), he was a) assumed dead and b) immediately arrested on his return for treason and attempted regicide.

He's a constant menace and cause of stress to his man, the kindest and sweetest soul to ever live. He doesn't mean to be, it's just that his attempts to keep Fen safe often seem to involve risking himself in increasingly creative and fatal ways.

Why should you vote for Sax? Well, I think his endless complex trauma and the fact that almost all his misfortunes happened because he was trying to fix things/help people makes him pretty damn tragic and definitely very damp. He could do with a win. Plus... look at him. 🥲

[tinrange]

GELBOYS Thoughts 2

Baabin is such a cutie pie.

Its so interesting how used to each other Fou4mod and Baabin are. The way their hands intertwine on the train and they try and find similarities between them is probably why its gonna be hard to untangle whatever romantic affection either of them might develop

I KNEW A PLAYLIST WAS COMING.. actually let me not even unpack my own secret shames when it comes to these playlists bc ive done worse

Comparing playlist lengths is nasty but the real issue is what Songs are actually added to the playlist and what kind of mood they set lemme go stalk their spotify after

Fou4mods parents being tiktok shop merchants is taking me down so bad they said REALISM

Absolutely obsessed with this shows commitment to making Fou4mod as loud a character as possible, his shoelaces and his guitar stickers and his nails are so loud and confident but theyre also so image focused. He is the most highschooler ever.

Waiting for kpop mvs to drop in school hallways we are once again actually just reaching into my memories. When will Baabin learn pristin choreos in drama class?

Chian showing up to band practice lmaoooo its no wonder theyre so freaked out nobody in highschool is hornier than the musicians

Taking vids and pics of ur friends flirting is what life is all about... u gotta blow ur gallery up on a big screen after and start dissecting looks and body language to see whos being most chalant

Its almost worse because Chian and Fou4mod fit together so well, their charms are upped and their flirting is that of people who genuinely Want each other

I feel like this sort of situation where Fou4mods waving his nails and Chian is just smiling at him is the exact reason why kids on tiktok be using rizz

Its so sinister how cute Fou4mod following Baabin by his charm would be if it wasnt actually just Fou4mod not paying attention to their time together

Phone Time in my television!! You know usually I'm not against Phone Time, especially in highly online cultures — side note ive always wondered if theres studies on what forces some places to be Soooo online versus others — and among closw friends who kinda already spend all their time together, but between Fou4mod and Baabin its different because Baabin is so obviously waiting to be paid attention to.

This whole shoot and hes not POSTING THEM...NOT EVEN TO CF?

Just remembered the follow ratio Chian has omg he actually is diabolical.

Editing his face is so silly and real but it also reminds me how glad i am this is set in 2022/23. If it was set rn theyd Definitely be editing via AI.

Fou4mod masturbating from a place of pure boredom...😭 u couldnt pay me to go back to highschool brah

Fou4mod is actually losing it a little bit like how are your nails clapped and youre performing! And everybody else got theirs done!

Its so hikarious how Baabin is just not having it at alllllllll throughout the whole episode😭 hes beeeeeen mad

Wattpad going in the crowd moment oh I Know he was feeling himself. I'd get got by this.

No but actually what is it with highschoolers and shipping their classmates omfg peer pressure gets kids so bad

I really appreciate them making it clear why Fou4mod would continue putting himself in this situation even though he knows hes being kept on the hook. When him and Chian are together theyre genuinely adorable and the romantic tension is filled w that teenage desperation to just have ur hands all over someone. You almost believe right with him that this is going to be Something especially with his sister in parallel almost normalizing it as just how people date now.

This show is a PSA against messing around in highschool. And its failing at that job like sometimes you need that character development idk

Its very interesting that Fou4mod cant get this playlist to 6 hours. Even the act of deleting his playlist with Baabin points to the idea that Fou4mod is extremely self aware when around everyone But Baabin. It never crosses his mind what Baabin will think of these random mindless additions to their shared playlist, what Baabin will say abt the playlist being gone, or even how Baabin will react to being ignored whenever theyre out. He exists in a space so stable for Fou4mod that he becomes unconscious of his own ugly behaviors.

NOT A CONFESSION..

"Why did you do that to me" SHUT IT DOWN NOWWWWWW OMG

Chian not even a fuckboy im realizing lol he just got a roster which like.

Honestly seeing it that way makes him much more likable to me because I think I'm still watching with teen drama of the 00s brain where kissing someone else is like a betrayal. But thats just not reality anymore idk everybody got a roster and everybody trying some shit out I Cant Hate!

Kiss buildup was soooooo excellent actually. You just watched Fou4mod commit to a relationship setup he absolutely didnt want but you still wsnt him and Chian to spend all their time just flirting and giggling.

I was sort of forced to change how I view the characters in this episode this episode because i enlisted my highschool age sibling to watch with me snd it immediately put into perspective how young these characters Really are but also. How old people feel at 15 and how complete they feel about themselves even as theyre aware of growing older. These are kids in every sense but I dind in getting older the ways in which you took yourself, your own emotions, and other peoples perception of you seriouslu get lost in the sauce or diminished. I often see people say 'get these kids off the internet, theyre too young' but you are Always the oldest you've ever been. No wonder Fou4mod is fine with this precarious relationship, he's the most mature he's ever been and thinks he can handle it. Genuinely everything really is That Dramatic at that age because its the last time Every person around you is your age, going through the same life stages as you, you can't help but want to look cool and chill more than anything. So glad its past me though🙏 . This ep made me realize how much i missed competent sound design... the sounds of life around Chian and Fou4mod at Siam Square makes their every interaction so grounded and also signals just how aware they both are of the people around them and what people think of them. Really love them using such a common Type of young relationship to explore all these relationships and characters. Neeeeed the rest of if now.

[not-goldy]

Right now there are some tkk left confused. Some left after Paris, some have been barely hanging on. Even saw some saying what Tae did with JK with the face time shirtless screenshot, actually mad them angry because now they feel Tae is gaslighting them or trolling them, esp since its all but confirmed he was in fact dating Jennie for 2 years. Coming to terms with things isn't easy or instant. It takes time. You don't have to switch from Tk to Jikook and accept Jikook is real now. What you can do is set yourself on your own path, away from the major big TK accounts still gaslighting you and making hella money off you. You say, well they aren't leaving and staying for a reason, maybe they do know things about TK. OR maybe its more like, why would they leave, even if Taekook is not real, cause you give them clout, money, attention and exposure. They ain't leaving when you do that, but you can.

The 5 big tk accounts who always end up on report accounts and you know who they are. Start with reporting these accounts and help them get taken down. Or better yet, take a stand against them and speak your peace to them. You earned the right. Do you honestly, deep down really think Jikook did this because there were no other choices? Come on. Don't do that to yourself. You've been corrected by Karmy who actually speak Jk's language on what he wanted to do and the reality is, it wouldn't have been where Tae is. And Tats didn't prevent him for being with Tae, cause Tae could have scarified and did this with Jk and went with him and you know this. This isn't a case of Jk will transfer to be with Tae after 5 weeks. You also know that is not gonna happen, it would defeat the whole point of what Jk did enlisting through buddy system. I am speaking to you like a rational adult. Like a human. Don't let these accounts who have gaslit you and made money off you, continue to lead you down a path of thinking Taekook are real and dating and Jimin and Hybe are villains keeping them apart and after military Tk are gonna come out and announce they are married with 2 adopted children. (TBH, you should have reported that grumpy tkk woman the day she said this, cause you know that is not sane. Its actually defamation, slander and mental illness) that you went alone with. You know Jk is a capable adult. You wanna say, well he liked a taekook tiktok. And honey he is the creator of GCF Tokyo, the biggest Jikook edit with a queer love song. He might have liked a TK tiktok edit, like he did a Jinkook edit, but he went with Jimin to Japan for 5 days right before enlisting. Sorry, to me that holds more significance. Saying Tae showed them shirtless was sending a message. They were also in sperate houses, talking and Vmin also said they video call shirtless, so there's that. Not to mention Jikook were standing next to each other on their private vacation with arm around their naked torso, in Jk's bday post pic from Jimin. The word T O G E T H E R, not separate houses. Don't do this to yourself and do the compare game, it won't work out for you. Do yourself a favor and Take what Jikook did with this enlistment as a reminder, to never let anyone else tell you what to feel or think, cause Taekook lives is telling you Jikook are not close, but Jikook are showing you different. Think for yourself. Or, wait around and keep holding on and let the fall be so bad, you will never recover from it. That is a scary thought to live with. If you think Paris was a bad fall, you wait for Jikook out of the Military. This was your warning shot from jikook. Your way as an out for good. Their way of telling you nothing will ever stop them from prioritizing each other and best believe they gonna show you when they get out. I would listen to them, if it were me and not someone gaslighting me to make money off me. Choice is yours.

💜💜💜💜💜💜

[thecircularsystem]

In one of your responses, you mentioned you can control switches. It sounds like it was born out of trauma (might be the wrong word) of some form, but do you have any advices for systems w/ little to no control over switches?

Feel free not to answer this bc of the context, but I wanted to ask because I wanted advice.

Hey!! Thanks for the ask, I’m happy to share more info. If you’re interested in just advice, feel free to just skip to the bottom where it says Circ's Switching Advice. I sort of did the classic recipe blog trick of rambling about my personal life and my own experiences before getting to the good stuff. I'll also copy/paste the good stuff into its own post, so that you can just save that if you need to keep the advice on hand.

I wanted to share a bit more context for how switching worked for me, since it's actually developed a lot over time. It absolutely was borne out of trauma, combined with my really intense imagination (potentially MaDD but I really know so little about that topic). I think that knowing how things developed overtime -- the struggles and the successes -- helps for context.

So, to explain:

In high school, I developed an innerworld and an awareness for my system, though I wasn't aware of what was actually happening. I just thought I had made up roleplay characters of myself, and I was switching characters -- I'd heard the term codeswitching and went ah, yeah, that's me. I started to spend every waking moment entirely in my innerworld, viewing the outside world (i.e. the real world) through a screen.

Since my daily routine was now based innerworld, we've always had incredible communication, because... well, Wade could turn to the right and there Sierra would be, over his shoulder. When we very, very first realized we were a system, our switches were incredibly well regulated. Essentially, the entire system ran off of the circles in our innerworld (circle diagram below, from one of our other blog pics):

if someone wanted to switch in, they moved up a circle to be standing on one of the lines. Eventually, they would reach the middle circle, and the person there would either move back willingly (a controlled, collaborative switch), or would be pushed out to a different circle (a triggered switch).

Then, we have two years of blackout memory where we can barely recall anything, and then we have college. When college hit, the fronting circles were still there, but we weren't stuck on them anymore. This was the messiest time with fronting; while we could still switch easily, we had far, far more "IDK I guess I'm out now" moments. When we wanted to switch, we usually were back innerworld, and imagined ourselves leaving the middle circle -- though now it was like... sometimes, the "camera" would "follow" us to our rooms or wherever we went to hide innerworld, until someone came along and took over. We could usually ask someone to switch if we wanted, and that usually worked -- but we were stubborn and hurting and didn't know how to ask for the help we needed. Nonetheless, despite there being far less control those early years of college, we still had control. "Okay, tomorrow is work, so Sierra, you switch in now." "Okay, I'm too depressed for this shit -- Wade, get your ass out here." It was more a command and less of a request, which is probably why it was so messy.

Lastly, the big change happened actually just last year or so. After college, we started to work far more collaboratively, starting to switch almost always on command. Sure, we still have triggered switches now and then, but even when that was happening, it felt like we reached out in our own mind and said, "I can no longer handle this, can _____ come out? Are you okay to help me?" It was smoother. The way we've visualized it in our more intense moments is like grabbing someone's arm while they grab mine.

^-- Like that. And when we did that, we would rotate, and they'd take front while I step back.

But then!!! Last year or so, we got a concussion!! We lost all access to our innerworld. Hellscape, genuinely. We had to really focus to try to communicate, and focusing was hard when I was so dizzy and disoriented. Curtis got frontstuck for a bit, then Numb spontaneously switched in, with no control from us and no indication he was coming. Genuinely, we very very rarely have experienced that, so it was incredibly disorienting and distressing. Finally, Numb went to rest one night, and he did something we'd not done in awhile: he "put the body to sleep while we were still awake inside." Essentially, we focused on our own innerworld, on ourselves, after we had already closed our eyes to sleep. Once our body was starting to relax and drift off, we turned all of our attention to just us. (I think our potential precursors to REM Behavior Disorder and constant lack of sleep helped us with this, but cannot recommend either of those things).

From there, I actually was the one to switch in. My role in the system is to front when no one else is capable; I get us back to a baseline. My therapist recently remarked that I am essentially a burnout-fixer, which I really appreciated! When I fronted, I was completely innerworld -- from our perspective, the body was asleep but I was wide awake -- and everything around me was completely grey and foggy as it had been for over a week. But I could see myself, and I could tell I was different than I used to be. I started to work on breathing, grounding, and meditation, which I... never really did before then admittedly; I've always been really bad at mindfulness (Still am). Nonetheless, when I breathed this time, the fronting circles lit up, and helped to push away some of that grey fog!

Once we had fully recovered from the concussion, we could switch perfectly. Like, genuinely, it was so easy to switch now. We find it easiest to switch when our eyes are closed and we can visualize the innerworld, but we no longer need to; it just takes a deep breath and some careful thought. I think what happened was we experienced a lot of distress due to the concussion, and working through that distress using the techniques our therapist had been working on with us finally got past some of the barriers we had between us. Ever since that moment, we've been far, far more integrated.

... HOOOO I am SO sorry for that whole ramble. I always forget how much I love discussing our experiences!!

Okay:

Circ's Switching Advice

The number one thing to remember when it comes to switching and learning to control, in our opinion, is compromise. You have to work together to switch, and that can be difficult.

Tips and tricks I've learned:

Grounding and meditation have helped a lot. When we're triggered, it's a lot harder to sit with myself and say, "Who do I need to help me handle this?" If you need to switch, stay calm and breathe.

We have found it easier with various visualizations. For instance, when we switched today, Ve imagined herself flying out of the fronting circle -- but she was in too much pain from our headache to switch. So instead, she visualized me coming over and patting her shoulder, which I did. Then, I was close enough to take the control, and she could go lay down.

In connection with that above bullet, visualization helps in the outerworld too. We found it helped us a lot when we started writing our experiences through the lens of a robot with multiple "cores" who represented our alters. When the bot switched, the color of its UI switched as well to the colors we associate with. Now, when we switch IRL, we visualize our eyes changing color to the associated color, which helped to ground our switches more in reality.

We found it helped to have an accountability buddy for switching, in this case our spouse @circulars-singlet. They will remind us of how long we've been out, which in turn makes us think, "hey, you're right, I tend to get burned out if I'm out that long. How am I doing?" Those check ins are really helpful. They'll also remind us if we said we wanted to switch.

We sometimes have found it helps to focus on the feeling of our body while switching. For instance, Numb when he fronts tends to have a better posture than us, so if we want to switch to Numb, we often straighten our posture. It's kinda like... we make the house something the person would like to live in if we want them to come to the house, yknow?

We also used to use music to help switches along. Still works to this day. Roy's the only one who likes country, so hearing country music helps get him closer to front. Same with vocaloid for Tavi and swing for Numb.

Communication is vital, however you end up doing it. We've basically always been able to contact one another, but we have used journals before to do so. If you want someone to switch in soon, maybe writing them a note or calling out to them innerworld would be a good idea. Making them aware of that desire in any way is a great call.

Connected to that and compromise, it can sometimes be hard to suggest someone come and take the burden. We actually still are struggling with this concept. Asking someone to switch in is hard, because we understand how difficult life can be, and it's hard to ask someone to take that burden on. Our therapist has been working with us to view it more as "Thank you for your help" and less "Sorry for what I'm doing to you."

I'm starting to run out of steam, sadly, but please folks, feel free to chime in with your own ideas.

[akascow]

HELLO i make dolls sometimes

heres all my horror/thriller ooak dolls >:)

plus a lil retrospective for each under the cut :)

scroll all the way down for 2025 edits !!

ordered most to least favorite:

Peter Graham (Hereditary)- my fave of all of them :3 hes so cutie patootie i love him the hair and the faceup just came together so well eugh (5/2024)

Freddy Kreuger (Nightmare on Elm Street)- LOVE HER i was kinda iffy on the dress when making it BUT I LOVE HOW IT TURNED OUT, and not to toot my own horn BUT the skin !! turned out so fucking so good. my mom says it makes her uncomfortable to look at so MISSION ACCOMPLISHED i guess (9/2024)

Adam Stanheight (Saw)- first one i actually tried at HAHA i love the mullet (it used to look better idk what happened to it lmfao) and the pants and the shirt and the accessories, theyre my wet lil cat. also (hard to tell from this pic) i really love the underwear waist line i gave the pants lmao movie adam’s boxers were always just hanging out HAHA (4/2024)

Stu Macher (Scream)- redid their face like 3 times and it still doesnt look like matthew lillard so it makes me angry to look at HAHA id probably like it better if i did better on the robe but oh well lmao. UPDATE i completely redid it bc i hated how the face n hair turned out and i LOVE it now FINALLY. looks nothing like matthew but oh well. i kinda went for a character-inspired approach bc mr lillard was Not working out lol (5/2024, 1/2025)

Grace Le Domas (Ready or Not)- the dress is just a clusterfuck of materials but it keeps the vibe. u cant tell from the pic but the hair actually looks rlly close to her hair in the movie if i do say so myself. her eyes are way too white tho i need to muddy them bc theyre so piercing when my light is off HAHA. also i literally color stained her dress with dirty paint water HAHA. (9/2024)

Amanda Young (Saw)- kinda skimpy on details but i think it looks like her pretty well idk. if i was good at crafting i would actually make a rbt but alas (6/2024)

Red (Us)- first doll outfit i tried to make from scratch and u can tell HAHA i think i redid the face like 3 times lmfao. also i colored the hair with copious amounts of eyeshadow and hairspray bc i didnt own curly doll hair. the coolest part imo are the scissors im actually surprised i found that online (2/2024)

Bent Neck Lady (Haunting of Hill House)- u cant tell but the body details are so cool to me it kinda follows the moldy and torn pattern of all the hill house ghosts, not a fan of the face but it was when i was still doing more stylized faceups as opposed to trying to stick to more realistic lol, might redo it in the future idk (3/2024)

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)- kinda hate her i think its the hair but u can only make so many mullets before losing ur mind so its wtvr. the clothes were so frustrating. i just (march ’25) ordered an actuall doll raincoat so at least itll finally all come together (hopefully). i plan on completely redoing the face and hair so that i dont hate looking at her anymore HAHA (9/2024)

extra add ons//plus non thriller dolls (post 10/2024)

ordered least to most recent:

Crowley and Aziraphale (Good Omens) FIRST ever customs i made. i started to dislike the faceups bc they were so crunchy so i redid it and the hair and i still dislike it LMAO i have to take a break from it. probably the most expensive ones in terms of supplies bc i bought every single element of their clothes BUT i love how the outfits turned out. tried to match their head sculpts to michael and davids the best i could, dunno about azi but i think crowleys is spot on. also crowleys head is held on with a paper clip and a dream LMFAO (8/2023, 4/2024)

Dream the Endless (The Sandman)- u can probably tell but this doll was so rushed (his feet are still Not painted LMAO) i was in a sandman phase and needed to get it out before the fixation left me, ive been wanting to do one for forever HAHA. the hair turned out immaculate imo probably my favorite yarn restyle ive done next to adam and peter. clothes are so messy but its fine bc theyre black and blend in HAHA. i like the eyes the most bc i used silver paint so it really stand out :3 (9/2024)

Wendy Torrance (The Shining)- :3 tried so hard to make her tooth gap look natural but alas. really love the blushing i did to make her look like shes been crying for a week lmao. not a fan of the eyes but i spent an absurd amount of time aswell trying to match shelley duvals eyes and i kept making them too big. :) love how the outfit turned out tho she looks so cozy (11/2024)

Justin Foley (13 Reasons Why)- controversial show ik BUT hes my absolute favorite character i love him and i love brandon flynn so ive been wanting to make him for SO long. JUST made him so i havent decided on if i like it or not. idk how i managed to make a perfect crying face for peter bc i havent been able to replicate it since then LMAO i tried to capture his perpetual puffy sleep deprived kicked-dog eyes idk if it came out that well tho. first time using actual powder pastels instead of strickly paint to add color and i think it went well? also turns out its almost impossible to find a fucking MH doll-sized letterman jacket i searched for maybe 2 hours on etsy good lord (3/2025)

[ceratosaurtalks]

So I've been hesitant to post some feeding images to talk about the different variation in diets that I feed, but then I decided I totally could post a Dominicans feeding pic! Heres two different images of her with her 'prey', a month apart with the first being the most recent. She eats more often that but I rotate between feeding these and Frozen/Thawed Anoles Ive raised myself.

So you're probably sitting there wondering, wtf is she eating?

Well Ill tell you! She's eating a specialized Reptilink, its a sausage but for reptiles! They come in a lot of different types of whole prey items. From Quail to Rabbit, to Bayou blends, herbivorous blends and more! Not just for snakes either, but a lot of lizards can enjoy them too! Their insect blend is especially nice and adds a lot of nutritional variation.

So, which one is she eating? She's eating the Iguana blend! Its whole prey Iguana mixed with Quail eggs. I also feed her link occasionally to my Dumerils ground boa as a treat. So, why do I do this?

Well, for a few different reasons!

For the Dominican, it is better and healthier for this animal to be eating lizards over rodents at this age. Dominican Red Mountain Boas are specialized eaters, and the reason you don't see them bred super often in captivity despite being amazing animals? Baby Dominicans fresh born(Yes, born, they give live birth), are notoriously known for only accepting anoles as prey items. Captive-bred F/T Anoles are not readily-available feeders on the market, especially ones that are of *quality*. This means that you'll likely need to breed your own supply of anoles, which can be a HUGE hassle. There is a very small amount of breeders who spend a *LOT* Of time and effort getting babie on f/t rodents as they're more readily available, but ultimately it is not worth the time, effort, and risk to the animals overall health as Rodent prey items have a much higher fat content than they should be eating at this age. As Domincans get older, they will Naturally switch over to other prey items: Fish, Rodents, and Avian prey.

This is also to ensure she doesn't become a picky eater as she grows. I switch up my animals diets often because feeding the same exact nutritional value to an animal can be detrimental to them in the long term. A lot of snakes don't live out their fullest life span, or develop health complications way later down the line- most commonly being muscle atrophy, because of these things. Not only that, offering different prey items can be very mentally stimulating to an animal: Different scents, different textures, different nutrition, ect. Stimulating reptiles in captivity is often overlooked entirely, because a lot of people don't understand how intelligent a lot of these animals actually are. For example, did you know Monitor lizards, when given a mental stimulation, can be trained?

Heres one of my favorite videos of a Monitor being trained, but this is just one of many, many examples I can pull out:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWTITUgDcmU

And this *can* extend to many sp. Of snakes that can be trained. Tap training, target training, and choice-based handling are some of the most common ways to train and build confidence with your animal. Feeding different prey items might be something extraordinarily small in this process of mental stimulation, but it plays a role in preventing mental degradation.

My Dominican Is target trained and practices choice based handling. As does my Dumeril.

I do a lot of the above for the same reason I give my Dumeril, but Dumeril's aren't specialist. So the first part of this doesn't really apply to her.

However, that doesn't mean Dumeril ground boas don't come across lizards in the wild. They are opportunistic hunters who won't pass up on a opportunity to get a meal. They do prey on lizards, rodents, birds- anything they can reasonably get their mouths on. And because of that, I like to offer her variation in her diet that she'd naturally have in the wild for maintaining her weight and keeping her healthy and strong.

Boas hold onto weight a lot better than Pythons do, *typically* speaking across the species. Animals like a Dumerill, BCI, BCC, BCL, and even BCOs(Just as a few examples) are known to really hold onto weight and can be hard for them to shed it. So the best way to prevent a very long, extensive diet? Is to not let your animal get obese in the first place.

Tag for @snake-spotted for the DRMB ahah.

[paingoes]

Now I'm wondering what WOULD happen if AU Delta were as powerful as canon Delta.

I imagine Apollo would be even more annoying after he graduated from medical school lol.

I really love that Delta lets Paris have a phone and keep in touch with his friend, and shows some genuine care for Paris and what's important to him.

The idea of Delta and Lorelai being internet/social media friends is really neat. What would their interactions be like? Also, was Lorelai allowed to have a phone, or did she swipe it from somewhere and has to hide it, like canon Delta with his laptop?

On that note, if Delta were to get news relevant to Lorelai, would he tell Paris? And without Paris asking him?

Yes!!! Sports! Maybe baseball, American football, or flag football for Paris. (I'd say wrestling or boxing, but I'd be worried for his opponent 😬.) What sport would suit Lorelai?

"Those are my lungs." Is Delta referring to the fact that he owns Paris (and therefore his lungs), or second-hand smoke? Just wanted to be sure I'm interpreting that line correctly.

1.) AS!delta would probably end up being forced to mask his powers by his parents. i said psychic!paris would go on to be a dictator but that's EMPIRE. Aegea is just one seaside kingdom in a larger galactic federation and they're not a warlike people. they'd definitely gain a powerful weapon through delta's powers but all the attention it would draw to him would definitely mark him for assassination or capture. so he's forced to hide it. he probably wears psychic dampeners like delta does in rubies. they would blend in with all his other jewelry so it just looks natural on him. no one ever finds out, hopefully.

delta really hates this. when he's younger he acts out a lot to try and show off. but as he matures a little bit, he comes to understand why his parents made him hide it. i mean. you saw how well it worked out for canon delta.

2.) haha i think he gets humbled by the licensing exam! he's just really dealing with the dunning-kruger effect at this point. levon critcizes him for being a know-it-all and delta says he's kinda bossy. he's a little less annoying after he graduates :)

hes at the peak!

i love apollo <3 this wasnt your question but he went as gene wilder frankenstein for halloween btw

3.) omg i didnt think about it but now that you mention it, lorelai probably IS sneaking her phone. you're really not allowed to have a personal phone if youre in combat right??? so yeah i think shes hiding it. however i think the consequences of her being found out are pretty minimal and if she did get it confiscated she'd just like. get a new one. lmfao.

delta watches lorelai's instagram stories (15 second videos of her doing parkour in the woods) in complete silence at 3am. replies with fire emojis. she hypes him up whenever he posts pics of himself :) its mostly small talk but they get along p well and i think they have good bants. nothing beyond that really. neither of them are online that often.

4.) yeah! i think paris's little panicked reaction when delta asks if she's okay means that delta is in fact keeping tabs on her situation. he'd tell paris if he found out something about lorelai specifically. however, if it was just general bad news about how the plantary situation might develop, he'd probably keep that to himself. no reason to make paris stress out about it for no reason. it's not like he can do anything :/

5.) im biased but i think paris would be good w baseball and basketball. i actually just want to draw him in a basketball shirt ive been meaning to draw streetwear destroyer for a grip. oh also paris canonically fences. yknow how it is w princes.

lorelai i think would be really good for tennis and volleyball <3

6.) delta was referring to the fact he owns paris <3

[scotianostra]

On February 22nd 1371, King David II died at Edinburgh Castle.

David Bruce was born on March 5th 1324 after his parents, Robert and Elizabeth de Burgh had been married for 22 years. As the anniversary is only 11 days away I will post a full biography of him then.

In the meantime I shall cover, what during his lifetime, would have been one of his greatest accomplishments, the building of David’s Tower.

The mighty David’s Tower once stood in Edinburgh Castle The tower was the heart of the castle in the late 1300s and originally stood over 30m high, the second pic shows how it might have looked, the third is Andrew Spratt's interpretation showing how the castle may have looked back then. While the first imagining of the tower might be more aesthetically pleasing, I think the Andrew’s one is possibly nearer how it may have looked, more of a defensive structure. The first one is based on a 19th century sketch by architect David Bryce, who was commissioned to recreate the Tower as a memorial to Prince Albert.

Through recent years Castle conservationists have worked on excavations as it is likely that there are more towers buried underneath new structures.

When asked if rebuilding of the tower was in the vision for the castle, architect said “no, we do not know what it really looked like, so would not be genuine.” Indeed, not much is known about the actual architecture of the tower.

Here’s what Edinburgh Castle’s blog says on the Tower, it’s a great insight on how the castle developed over the centuries, and how archaeologists rediscovered the remains of the Tower:

They found it hidden at the back of the canteen coal cellar: a narrow window that no-one had looked through for centuries.

Three respected scholars huddled inside the dark vault deep below Edinburgh Castle to examine the blocked-up opening. Cutting through 2.3m of medieval masonry, the window was a mystery. To find out what lay on the other side, they decided to dig down from above, in the middle of Half-Moon Battery.

It was 1912 and the three Royal Commissioners of Ancient and Historical Monuments of Scotland were about to rediscover a lost landmark that once dominated Edinburgh Castle: David’s Tower.

This mighty building was raised by King David II, son of Robert the Bruce. It served as his own residence, as well as a secure storehouse for royal treasures. It was the chief strength of the castle. But in the final bombardment that ended the Lang Siege in 1573, the tower was sent crashing down by English cannon. Within a few years, its ruins had been sealed inside a new defensive structure: the Half-Moon Battery.

In the 1880s the architect Hippolyte Blanc (who rebuilt the Great Hall) had suggested the coal cellar could be a surviving part of David’s Tower. It branched out from the soldier’s canteen in the Palace and was clearly constructed from older stonework.

William Thomas Oldrieve, one of the three commissioners, later wrote about its rediscovery. The unassuming Englishman was principal architect for Scotland with the Office of Works. He had developed a passion for the country’s historic buildings.

Oldrieve’s workmen dug 1.5m through loose soil from the top of the Half-Moon Battery before revealing the arrow slit from the other side of that medieval wall. But there was more to come. Another 4.5m down, they hit the top of a stone vault. On 23 August, they broke through the vault and continued downwards a further 9m until they reached bedrock. Below the arrow slit was a doorway and a flight of well-worn steps that once led down the Castle Rock. This was once the front door of the stronghold.

Inside, the men found more vaults and passageways cocooned within the walls of the Half-Moon Battery. Within the rubble were cannon balls and fragments of explosive shells, evidence of the castle’s violent heritage. On the tower’s northern side was a gun hole dating the mid-1500s. Once its outer end had been exposed, it looked straight down the Royal Mile.

Oldrieve and his fellow commissioners realised the significance of the discoveries. Here were the remains of David’s Tower, standing almost 15m in places

Today, you can retrace the footsteps of Oldrieve and his colleagues, visiting much of what is left of David’s Tower.

Want to know more about the castle? Check out their blog here https://www.edinburghcastle.scot/

[quibbs126]

Well alright, someone said yes, so I’ll post the designs

Warning, these are kind of old and not very good art. Or maybe I’m just being self critical, some of it I think still looks neat

Let’s start with the ones that I made look cool and drew both the Stand Human and Human Stand

Unfortunately I could never figure out a Stand design for Okuyasu, so he only has his half done

Why does the lettering actually look kind of cool…like it doesn’t look half assed at all like it normally does. Maybe because I was intentionally trying to make it look cool

I made Joseph a scarf because I remember his scarf being a notable part of his design. Also Hermit Purple was vines, so equal treatment

Giorno looks like that because I recall at the time some people saying how Golden Experience looked like young Haruno but GER looked more like current day Giorno, so I kind of took that idea and made him look like Haruno, though maybe I took things too literal. Also that’s why Oro looks like GER. Also Oro is supposed to have a somewhat unsettling stare, since people say GER looks kind of creepy

Also another thing I want to mention about Polnareff, specifically his name, so that’s not an 80s song, that’s from 2014, it’s the name of a song from a French artist I liked. So realistically it probably wouldn’t be used but I thought it sounded cool. And hey, the song itself samples a Michael Jackson song, so eh?

Anyways, so something I should mention about this style, so at the time I was obsessed with this other artist’s, @droolingdemon style, and I tried desperately to recreate it. I think by this point I just tried to integrate it with my current style, but that’s why the art style looks the way it does. I might make another post about the subject on its own though

Anyways, onto the Chibi style Stand humanizations

I’ll just list some things I remember from their characters

So I did eventually consider turning Purple Haze into a dog, I think specifically a greyhound, but I didn’t know how to draw dogs, so that never happened

Stone Free never takes off those sunglasses and never lets anyone see what she looks like under them. As it turns out, she’s actually blind, and this would be revealed around the snail part in the story (assuming there are still snails), as she’s unaffected, and I believe she’s told to drive a car because of it, but she can’t, and when asked why, she says it’s because she’s blind (and that this was probably a bad time to relay that info)

The three in the last pic are all different characters who end up sharing the same Stand as it gets passed around between them. Whitesnake is part of the prison staff, C-Moon is just an unfortunate young lady who just happens to get stuck with the Stand after something happens to Whitesnake, and Made in Heaven is I think a horse rider who gets the Stand from C-Moon, probably forcibly taking it from her (and she likely dies) as he knows what it is. Also, Whitesnake and Made in Heaven were dating

Oh yeah, also the first Standswap art I did, which was also Chibi style, I just singled it out because of that

Featuring Star Platinum and The World. Not sure I ever found a definitive design for The World, but maybe I did in my sketchbook

Anyways, so then we have some random headshot ones I did

Let’s see, in the first one we have GER looking ominous, Purple Haze, the blushing one is Tusk Act 1, and buns is Ball Breaker. Then for the second one we have Whitesnake, Under World, Killer Queen and Scary Monsters

I believe one thing I did for the Part 7 swap storyline was to have Tusk have a journey of slowly transitioning from a woman as Act 1 to a man as Act 4. I know I’ve drawn Act 4 Tusk but I think it was in my sketchbook, so I cannot show it. Also I believe Ball Breaker was trans too, just male to female, and where Tusk got the idea that you can just be your preferred gender if you want. Also note that at the time, I did not actually really understand how transitioning worked. Though to be honest, I think the main thing was that I didn’t know hormones existed, or that transitioning could be more than just making yourself look like your preferred gender

Anyways, on to Scary Monsters. I believe he rode horseback without a saddle. Also, he started out with one Stand (Dr Ferdinand) but then got another (Diego)

Then with Killer Queen, I believe he was a mute cop. But also secretly a serial killer. Also he might have had a cat like face

And yeah, I think that’s about it, hope you liked it