#let him get really hyped up about sports

[benevolenterrancy]

"You always did."

[crossbackpoke-check]

wait you got me so invested in the stammer & heddy tailor au....

this is my standard disclaimer that i have never posted a fic on ao3* and for however much i say “au” i truly mean that it’s a universe that lives in my head & i am absolutely delighted to tell you all about, all the time <3 if it helps i ALSO got me so invested in the heddy & stammer tailor au

ok now that the author’s note is out of the way here’s some notes about the not!fic heddy & stammer tailor au:

stammer as the tailor from gent’s playbook, very reserved, quiet, with an excellent eye for details (honestly the evidence i have for his style sense is just that he’s best friends with pk subban so it has to be there somewhere if only by proxy irl) is hired by victor hedman, star of the tampa bay lightning who is every other tailor’s nightmare to dress (huge, opinionated, fashionable)

heddy is decently well-known throughout the league for being very well-dressed & becomes quietly well known for also being one of his new tailor’s favorite loyal customers [heddy has the nicest fabrics. he has his suits the first day a new collection drops & e v e r y o n e is jealous]

stammer’s business booms after heddy takes a chance on him as his first big client & promotes him, heddy sees him grow in popularity & get more clients

heddy also moonlights as a model for stammer’s suits on instagram, initially to help him grow his business because then he won’t have to pay for a model and then because he’s over there all the time anyway because they’re dating (that’s why the model’s face is never in the pictures)

there’s not really a plot to this besides the vague idea of a plot where stammer makes heddy his lucky suit that he wins the cup in & sews a special little tag into the lining of his jacket that says i love you

because love sometimes is picking out the perfect right color pocket square to match your husband’s beautiful suit that you fitted like a kiss to the curves of his huge body

& also sometimes love is making your beautiful husband who makes you beautiful clothing enjoy nice things for himself once in a while, like the fancy watch you bought him or the nice suit you custom-ordered for him (from him) just so you could take it off of him

[suiana]

bruh i was talking to my friends about our types in guys and i said "i like boyfailures, absolute losers" and rambled about how they were just so cute and I'd be going 'yeah that's cool babe, tell me more about your pokemon and dinosaurs☺️' but then later on in the dsy i realised bro what if i AM the loser and someone thought of me like that 😵 therefore i give you yandere! golden boy x loser! reader

basically you're a loser who doesn't think they're a loser. you're the type of loser who talks a lot of shit online about how 𝖘𝖎𝖌𝖒𝖆 and hot you are when in reality you can't order a meal without hyping yourself up for 5 minutes beforehand.

you'd be pretending you're hot and mysterious but the second someone indicates the SMALLEST hint of anything you're interested in, you go on full on rambles and rants. then you snap back to reality and realize that hey! you don't even know this stranger! and just... walk away.

you're the type of person to go to the doctor with your mommy because you're scared to talk to doctors yourself and you'll look at her when the doctor asks any question, expecing her to answer for you. 'so what's your name? looks at mother' ahhh reaction.

yeah. basically, a loser. with hyperfixations on anime/game characters that you consume millions of content of. you probably sleep with plushies too and read fanfiction before sleeping. or you're doomscrolling reddit/tiktok/some form of social media and sleeping at 3 in the morning.

enter, him.

the golden boy. the perfect boy with perfect grades and a perfect body and- basically everything. he does like 3 sports, speaks 5 languages, everyone loves him, he graduated from an ivy league or an ivy league equivalent, and he's going to inherit his father's company! rich, tall, handsome. he has everything set out for him. cool beans.

anyway!

you don't know how, and you don't know why, but this man is now in love with you. you... probably met him while working your minimum wage job at some fast food restaurant.

"hi, i think you're really cute. would you like to go out on a date with me?"

"h-huh? erm..."

yeah, you don't know how to react so you just malfunctioned briefly before taking another customer's order. but he wouldn't let up. not at all, because he'd find your socials and have HOURS of conversation with you, on total accident, of course! no dirty work involved. totally. just pure coincidence, just like god or whatever is above intended!

"heh, must be my aura that allowed me to get that limited edition skin... what do you think, best friend?"

"yeah, this is the one guys. I'm marrying them."

"what did you say, best friend?"

"oh, nothing at all ☺️ go on with your rant, sweetie."

by some stroke of luck, definitely not him pulling some strings, you get a job offer that somehow is related to- wow, what do you know! his company! so you leave your boring 9-5 job and sign the contract. what a nice friend he is!

"here, just sign down on the line and you'll be able to start working right away."

"wow this contract is really long, best friend."

"haha... right, I'm definitely just a best friend..."

a contract that definitely does NOT bind you to him. yeah, no, definitely not. nuh uh. what? you're trying to read the fine print? there's no need for that! it's all just boring stuff...

yeah, definitely no conditions that will allow him to legally keep you trapped with him... and should you ever try to leave. well, it's just not possible.

but hey! at least now you get endless cash and you even have this cool best friend who really seems to spoil you!

oh, and now he's asking to be your boyfriend.

"sorry, you're not my type... i like the losers. boyfailures, even."

"sweetie..."

..

...

yeah, so now you're dating. it's all cool. yeah, you... totally don't mind this.

"best friend can we get some chicken nuggets? i really want some chicken nuggets and fries, best friend."

"it's boyfriend, sweetie. but of course! anything you want ☺️ we can get those chicken nuggets and more if you want."

okay well, at least it's not that bad... he's rich and handsome, he spoils you and loves you! like those guys in fanfiction, right? maybe a little too much though.

"sweetie, I'm throwing away all your merchandise of this man thing, okay? I'm replacing it with merchandise of me."

"don't tell me you're already throwing it away..."

"☺️"

"we're OVER."

[thethronezone]

Primarchs at the birth of their child

Mortation keeps trying to tell the midwives how to do their job. He's not doing it to be a dick but he really comes of that way. He's wearing those plastic shoe covers.

Fulgrim has the balloons, he's got the confetti cannon ready, he's documenting the whole thing. Probably has an artist in the room, making a commemorative painting.

Angron is pacing around the room and glaring at the midwives, freaking them out. Has to be escorted out so they can do their jobs in peace. Still pacing outside the room.

Magnus is so fascinated by the process that he almost forgets to comfort the mother of his child. Spouts a bunch of random fact about pregnancies, childbirth and the human body to distract them from the pain.

Konrad is freaking the midwives out but they are too scared to ask him to leave. He's not even trying to be scary for once, he's just super focused on the delivery and can't look away. He hasn't blinked even once in twenty minutes. One of the midwives are crying.

Lorgar won't stop yapping. Oh what a glorious moment! Praise God! Another member for his flock to guide! Asks if he can save the umbilical cord and the afterbirth. For religious purposes. Lorgar, you fucking freak, no.

Perturabo keeps complaining the whole time. Why is it taking so long? Are the midwives sure they know what they are doing? The room is not big enough. Grumbles when the midwives throw him out.

Horus brought the entire Luna Wolves legion with him, they are all waiting in the hallway right outside the delivery room. He's filming the whole thing, providing commentary like it's a sport event.

Alpharius is there. Omegon is also there, disguised as a doctor. In fact, every midwife just might be an Alpha Legionnaire. They are all pretending everything is normal.

Sanguinius is acting like he's the one giving birth. He's crying so much. He's just- he's just so darn happy. The midwives don't have the heart to tell him to calm down. Is getting weirdly hungry?

Vulkan is yet another one that has to be escorted out of the delivery room. He was just too damn cheerful and kept interrupting the midwives by telling them how happy he was and that he's so excited to be a father. Like bro, they get it, but stop shaking their hands.

Jaghatai is right there, holding the hand of the mother to his soon-to-be born child. His leg is also vibrating at the speed of sound. He's so damn hyped but keeps calm so he won't be thrown out.

Dorn is unhappy because the birth is not taking place at the hyper secure, secret bunker he built for just this moment. He's barricading the room for "security reasons". Was asked to leave but straight up just said "no" and they couldn't do anything about it.

Leman is another Primarch that brought his entire legion with him. He was also promptly shoved out of the delivery room cause he kept getting in the way of the midwives. Stands outside the door, whining, wanting to be let back in.

Lion just stands in the corner, unmoving, barely saying anything except every now and then when he tells the midwives to work faster. Is internally freaking out about the whole thing.

Roboute falls asleep in a chair, covered by the baby blanket, and only wakes up when the delivery is well under way and almost done. Please forgive him, he ain't gotten a good night's sleep in years.

Corvus is also freaking out, though compared to Lion, is much more vocal about it. He's already convinced he's going to be an awful dad and that the child will hate him. Corvus, please, chill.

Ferrus is trying to distract himself from the fact he's about to be a father by focusing on the tools and the scientific aspect of it all. He is also freaking out but refuses to show it.

[retroaria]

hey! I'm not really into nsfw stuff- sooo would you like to do something soft with reo? 😭 like, idk, him as a husband or father so with a family? THANK YOU SO MUCH 💗💗

✮⋆˙ domestic reo headcanons ✮⋆˙

a/n: this is so brain rotted i can’t even lie i think reo is just so easy to romanticize. pure fluff.

• | BLUE LOCK M.LIST | enjoy !! - aria 💜 | •

✮ I actually love this because i headcanon that reo would be a great dad :D at the very least he’d be extremely supportive of whatever his children wanted to do in their lives. He wouldn’t force them to follow in his footsteps like his father and he’d use whatever devices he could to ensure they can comfortably follow the path they choose.

✮ Would post about all his children’s accomplishments, or if you guys didn’t feel comfortable posting the kids he’d still take any chance to tell everyone about it - even his teammates who literally don’t care that his son got the highest score on the spelling test (they’re happy for him though). He secretly enjoys scrapbooking for his kids but they’re “your books” and he “just helps you with it sometimes”. (he’s the one who took almost all the pictures and saved every piece of paper his kid has ever drawn on)

✮ Reo is a charming husband, so charming and sweet it’s hard to be mad at him. He’s a bit lacking in cleaning/caretaking capabilities when it comes to the home but he puts in the effort??? He tries his best and if he does a bad job he always makes it up to you one way or another. In all honesty, he’s probably already hired people to do that (forgot this man is inheriting a multi millionaire dollar corporation).

✮ Reo is however very good at taking care of children. Once he has a clear grasp of their needs, he finds it to be really enjoyable and fulfilling. He takes a lot of pride in whatever happiness and comfort he can bring to his kids. He hates the sound of his babies crying, not because it’s annoying (though he complains about that too) but because it genuinely hurts his soul. He can be a bit too worrisome about it sometimes - he’s totally the type of person to look up his child’s symptoms and freak out over seeing all the worst case scenarios.

✮ The one thing that reo particularly excels at is taking care of you when you’re sick. He can always tell when you’re not feeling your best and he immediately harps on you. He doesn’t know how to cook very well but he knows how to make a few different kinds of warm foods to fill your stomach and give you a little energy. He’d absolutely refuse to stay away from you (unless it was a seriously contagious illness or if you guys had a baby that could’ve gotten sick). Doesn’t care if you’re sneezing and coughing and wheezing, he wants to feed you and hold you and kiss your hot head until it cools down and everything is better again. His goal is always to make sure you get better as soon as possible and won’t let you do anything but rest and relax until then.

✮ Reo is an incredible gift giver! I’ve certainly mentioned this in another hc post, but he is always out and about buying you little things that remind him of you. If you guys have a kid that’s just more gifts he’ll have to get and the thought of that honestly excites him.

✮ Anything can happen but…reo with a daughter…guys….

✮ he would be the sweetest girl dad! would do everything in his power to make her believe she’s an actual princess and he’s just one of her loyal servants. Spoils her rotten and doesn’t feel bad about it.

✮ You’d have to explain to him how this could negatively affect your daughter and it would break his heart. He’d go into theatrics trying to refute it because “What do you mean I can’t let her have everything she wants?” and “What if she cries? You want me to make my daughter cry?” he gets it eventually, but remains reluctant lol.

✮ He’d love playing sports with his kids. Would try to get them into soccer but if they end up liking another sport he’s still just as hype. Isn’t initially familiar with the concept of letting the kids win but soon realized he has to level with the speed of their little legs.

✮ I don’t have any specific hc’s for him as a boy dad but he’d be just as great of course - he’d make sure his son sees how women should be treated based on how he treats you!

✮ If he could find a way to make you the total world ruler he would because he truly believes you’re the most capable person. He’s the kind of husband who lets you run things for the most part but is always there to step in when you need a break or if you just want him by your side. Would call for an emergency flight back home from whatever country he’s training in just because you said you didn’t wanna go to parent teacher night alone.

✮ He loves doing mundane tasks with you, but always tries to “make it a bit more fun” as he says - which basically means he puts away the clothes you fold while you listen to him crack really bad jokes at you, gossip about his teammates, or try to sing and serenade you with his MANY playlists he’s made dedicated to you. On days you both have nothing going on he follows you around the house like a lost puppy, which is slightly annoying but it also means you have four hands to do stuff because he’s a participator above all else.

✮ Reo always makes sure to show his appreciation for how hard you work whether it’s at your job, taking care of the kids/house, or both. He takes time alone with you very seriously, even as your lives get busier and your family grows he always makes sure there’s time for the two of you to just be together and be in love. Always jokes about how you guys need to keep the romance going. He has small romantic gestures that he indulges you in throughout the day: kissing you on the cheek, brushing your hair out of your face/tying it back for you if you if you need (taking his hair tie out for you to use), hugging you a little tighter just before you get up, running a bath for the both of you, massaging your shoulders while you talk.

to be fully honest with you guys, i have never in my life wanted to have kids so it was a bit hard for me to imagine what being happy with children would be like LMAO but alas i did my best. stay safe and stay cool. - aria :3

[mywritersmind]

CAT PARENTS - LN

pt.2

summary : A kitten is all it takes to get two strangers in the same bed for the night. Lando likes how she doesn’t know him, Olivia likes the cat that he’s trying to take from her.

warning : Just Lando, Olivia, and Juna being adorable (again) !

word count : 1459

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I’m in Landos clothes in the bathroom thirty minutes later. I had the best shower of my life, wiping away my club stink and snuggling into baggy sweats and a McLaren shirt.

I hype myself up in the mirror, there’s very few occasions where i’ve stayed over at a man’s house. All of those have been after sex. I am not going to have sex with Lando. It’s a weird learning curve but I was the one who wanted me to stay more.

He lets out a laugh when I walk out, slapping his hand back over his mouth he says, “I didn’t mean to laugh!”

I smile and spin around, “That’s fine. I mean… I do look sort of ridiculous.” his clothes do not fit me by any means…

He shakes his head, playing with Juna who is chasing a feather attached to a stick, “No, you look good.” His voice is a bit raspy, sounds tired.

This should not have an effect on me but the butterfly’s are definitely there.

“So Olivia.” he uses my real name, “If you don’t like F1, what sports do you like?”

I smile and sit next to him, “Soccer mostly.”

He side eyes me, “Football?��

I eye him right back, “Soccer.”

He smiles, happy with our disagreement, “Why not Formula?”

I sigh and shrug, “Sort of rough on an Americans sleep schedule. My dad loves it actually! But when I got to college I never got back into it.”

“That’s good.”

“What, that I never got back into it?” I look at him playing with Juna, a rouge curl falling into his face.

“No. You said your dad loves it. That’ll mean he likes me.” There go those damn butterfly’s, “Unless he doesn’t like McLaren.”

I smile to myself, “He’s a ferrari fan.”

He sighs, “Ah… might have to win his trust then.” I should not be thinking about how much my dad would like Lando.

I lean back against my arms, “And what makes you so sure you’re going to meet him?

He smiles softly back at me, “We have a child together now.” He grabs Juna and brings her close to his face. Something about him and this cat is just melting my heart.

“Right.” I smile and pet under her chin, “Lovely. We’re stuck together forever, I guess.”

His blue eyes meet mine, “I guess.”

____

“Oh my-” I take a bite of my burger that Lando and I ordered. The burger was the first thing ordered, followed by fries, two milkshakes, chicken tenders, more fries, chips, and onion rings.

Lando laughs at my groaning as he nibbles on his chicken, “Like it?”

“It even tastes rich.” I shake my head, “Wanna try?” I don’t know why I say it. I hate sharing my food, I won’t even share my water with my best friend.

He shakes his head, “Nah i’m sort of… picky.”

“Suit yourself.” I shrug and keep eating.

“Back to our game?” He asks, biting into a fry. I nod as he starts, “Favorite color?”

“Blue, Navy.” Although his eyes could be changing my mind on the navy part. “Favorite holiday?”

“Christmas. It’s always during winter break, obviously. So I get all the time I want with my family.”

“That’s really sweet.” I sip my milkshake, “Is it hard, being away all the time? Even if you do love it.”

“Not your turn yet.” He raises a brow, “What’s your favorite memory from your childhood?”

“Hm… I wasn’t exactly a child, But still. I was seventeen and had just got out of a horrible relationship.” he frowns at this, “Don’t worry I poured coffee on him- anyway my friends and I drove to the beach, absolutely blasting Taylor Swift, and we just swam in our clothes.” I shrug, “It was like midnight.”

He smiles as I tell the story, “It’s so cool you grew up by the beach.” thank you cali.

“Answer my question now, please.”

He sighs, “It’s hard. My sister has a kid so I wish I was with her a lot… but honestly my parents can make it to a lot of races and it’s not like I have a girlfriend to worry about.” I laugh at this.

I try to sound casual, “I’m assuming you have in the past?”

“Yes…” he says suspiciously, “but it’s tough. What about you, got anyone special?”

“Definitely not. Broke up with my college boyfriend a while ago…” Why am I telling him this?

He whistles, “How old are you?”

“Twenty three.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

“I’m twenty four.”

“That is good.” I laugh and he laughs with me, “You’re young.” I say.

He shakes his head, “So are you. I forget sometimes.”

“That you’re young?”

He shrugs and wipes his hands on a napkin, “Being a driver doesn’t exactly scream ‘first job!’”

“I never really thought about that. My first job was a wedding calligrapher though.” He laughs, “I’m serious!”

“I believe you! It’s just… random.”

“You’re random.” I roll my eyes as if that was any insult.

I hear scraping and see Juna join us on the bed the next second, I laugh at the tiny kitten climbing up the bed. She walks right on top of Lando, up his arm and on his neck.

“She likes me!” He whisper yells. I lay my head on the pillow, getting tired after my day.

“She has good reason to.” I say as I yawn, closing my eyes.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now, Livvy.”

“I’m not…”

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LANDO NORRIS

She fell asleep. I look at the clock, 2:23am. I set Juna down but she keeps trying to get my attention as I clean up our food.

I’ve enjoyed this far too much. I like her company.

This girl i’ve just met. I barely know her!

Yet I feel like I've known her for years.

I shouldn’t get attached. I don’t easily. But with Olivia it feels like I've known her since I was in school.

That could be the late hours talking though. But still, we’ve been talking for hours. With this bloody cat who I've fallen completely in love with.

“Norris.” I hear her whisper.

“Yes, love?” I let it slip by accident.

“Juna peed on the couch.” she pats the bed, “Come on.”

I thank god because my back would be fucked if I slept on the floor and my trainer would not be happy. I switch the lights off and climb in next to her, Juna in between us.

“Night, love.” She whispers before promptly falling asleep.

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OLIVIA WREN

I wake up to an arm around me and a man standing above me. I scream.

“Fuck!” Lando pulls his arm away immediately, opening his eyes quickly and looking at the man in screaming at, “Max!” he groans, “You didn’t have to scare her!”

“Sorry.” He crosses his arms, “I’m Max.”

“Hi?” I try to slow my heart rate, “God! You scared me!” I look back up at him, Lando mentioned the childhood friend but I didn’t think I’d meet him so soon.

“Sorry again. Lando scared me first! Bloke can’t figure out how to use his phone!” Max throws his phone at Lando who dodges it. I’m still trying to recall why I'm here and what is happening.

Juna reminds me when she trots over and plants herself on my lap. “I thought you’d been killed or something!” Max yells at Lando whose face is still in the pillow.

I’m suddenly very self conscious about being in this bed. Max seems to notice and shakes his head, “Well now that I know you’re alive… Plane takes off in an hour.”

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He’s packed in fifteen minutes. Why couldn’t he be a slower packer?

We’re quiet up until the elevator exit, “Juna is still half mine.” He says suddenly, the blue skies coming into view as we walk outside.

“Okay?”

“So don’t forget me, or anything.” He says, looking away from me.

The corner of my mouth lifts, “No chance.” Putting his bags down, he slides my phone out of my pocket and into his hand.

“My number.” He says before handing me my phone back, “Use it all you want.”

“Oh I should be so greatful.” I say it sarcastically but honestly, I am.

He nods, a small smile still gracing his face, “Be safe, alright? Don’t go home with any more strangers.”

My grip on Juna’s carrier tightens, “We’ll see.”

He says goodbye to Juna, sticking his finger through the wire and petting her. He stands up straight, taking his things as the valet brings his car.

“Good luck.” I say quickly, he looks almost surprised. “In your race. Maybe I’ll watch.”

His surprise turns into kindness, leaning down a bit, he places his lips softly on my cheek, “Don’t scream my name too loud, love.”

I blush as he steps back, I wave. He gets into his car and looks back through the slight tint, smiling.

note : should i do a pt.3??

[pickingupmymercedes]

Hi! I love your account. Sm. Like a lot. Would you be interested in writing something for lewis where he casually mentions in his gq interview that he has a longtime gf or wife. Or he recalls a memory of them introducing roscoe to her dog or cat?

Thank you so so much for the ask bestie! I drabbled something short, hope you like it ❤️.

PS: I'm still not over that interview btw, he's such a complex person and I'm so glad he's letting us see this side to him (a LVFH type of thing is something only someone like him could pull it off)

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Lewis Hamilton’s drive to continually innovate and push the boundaries of his sport stems from a dual motivation. Firstly, he is determined to challenge and break the often conservative and traditional norms of Formula 1. Secondly, he is laying the groundwork for the latter part of his own illustrious career.

“I went through this phase of understanding that I can’t race forever,” he says, prompting him to cultivate those other passions. “Because when I stop, I’m gonna drop the mic and be happy.” “The difficult thing is I want to do everything,” he says, laughing. “I’m very ambitious. But I understand that you can’t do—actually, I take that back because I don’t believe in the word can’t. To be a master at something, there’s the 10,000 hours it takes. Obviously, I’ve done that in racing. There’s not enough time to master all of these different things.”

As our conversation progresses, Hamilton discloses that he has a kindred spirit who shares his compulsion to explore a myriad of interests. “I’m fortunate to have someone in my life who encourages me to embrace my spontaneous ideas and give them a shot. She might even be more adventurous than I am,” he chuckles. “She’s a bit of a jack-of-all-trades, and always so sure that you can dive into anything and learn as you go.” His eyes light up with admiration and affection as he speaks of her daring spirit.

The usually private Hamilton, who has been discreet about his long-term relationship, contrasts their differing approaches to life. “I need some more time to think things and really plan out how I want them to go. But she’s a jump now, ask later, so she’s most times hyping me to just try it. We balance each other. Sometimes I’m the strategist, and sometimes she’s the one taking the first bite.”

As for his future plans, apart from his endeavors in fashion and film, Hamilton prefers not to rush into anything. “She still has dreams she wants to pursue, so for now, I’m happy to be her supportive sidekick whenever I can. Perhaps in the future, when we both have more time our own family might be on the horizon, but not while I’m still racing.”

He quickly corrects himself though, referring to his bulldog, Roscoe, as his son, and introduces the adorable dachshund who frequently graces Roscoe’s Instagram posts. “My partner’s parents gifted her the little sausage dog a few years ago. Introducing them was a bit tricky as Tete is quite territorial. She wasn’t fond of me at first either, so Roscoe has a head start in winning her over. But now, Baguette gets along with everyone, and we can’t imagine our lives without her.”

Eager for more personal insights, I probe for updates on his personal life. However, when his response to my inquiry is, “Time will tell, when things happen we’ll make sure to update everyone when it feels right” I gracefully pivot to our next topic of discussion.

[guppybibi]

karasuno first-years with idol!reader for @twiishaa !!

✧┊ft. Shoyo, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi

❁ཻུ۪۪♡

❥ Hinata shoyo

Even way before dating you, he already had somewhat of an idea of what idols were, some terms and all of that. Mainly because Natsu kept playing and dancing along to the beat of random pop idol groups during her free time, who could blame her?

He didn't get all of the hype around them though, like c’mon–watching sports is just so much cooler!

Bros mindset literally changed when he was scrolling through his feed and saw your fancam, was literally shook.

If you told the past him that he was dating you, he'd just start flying away like a stray plastic bag.

Tries to be present to each and everyone of your concerts, if he isn't, he’s probably in an important match. He’d never miss the chance to see you sing your heart out for no absolute reason, that was absurd!

When he does attend your concerts, you can bet a horse that he’ll be the loudest person there. Someone brought a megaphone? He's louder than it, what, like he’ll let a mere megaphone beat him?

Fully dressed for the occasion, light sticks are in the air as he waved them. He feels so proud of you right now! (He isn't really happy about all the fanboys though..)

❥ Tobio Kageyama

Never really understood or got the hype about it, his sister stanned all sorts of groups. He first saw you on one of her posters, still all new to this ‘idol’ thing. He never really thought anything about it, you just caught his eye. Simple as that, you were basically a celebrity. It's not like he was..going to meet you or anything right?

But fate had to do something about it and let you two meet! Sometimes, he’s still in shock to be honest. He often forgets his girlfriend is a well known idol, so when the two of you get chased down on your supposed date you two are like..”Why are they chasing us?!” “I’m not wearing my sunglasses and hat!” “What?! Are you like a wanted criminal or something?” You hit the back of his head lightly for being such a dumbass.

Because of this happening too often, you two often just have indoor dates like movie nights or cuddle seshs! Your relationship is pretty lowkey and private too, you may be an idol but everyone has their own lives.

Tobio may not cheer as loudly and boldly compared to the other people at your concert, but your heart knows that he's your #1 supporter.

❥ Yamaguchi Tadashi

Secretly is the biggest fan of your group, only Tsukki knew about it and it should stay that way. He didn't want to risk getting bullied yet again..

But if you told him that he'd end up dating you, his literal bias, he’d combust on the spot.

He probably doesn't remember how it even happened, just internally so happy about it. Like he's basically your biggest fan!

Literally attends every single concert you have, doesn't care if he's busy or whatnot. It's basically a win-win situation for the both of you so why skip on it?

May not cheer as loudly compared to the other people there but that didn't matter, you knew he was admiring you. Too stunned to speak as he watches you perform.

The only thing he's bothered about is the paparazzi..yeah, that was self explanatory. No one likes the paparazzi, not when they keep disturbing your daily life.

❥ Tsukishima Kei

Doesn't care about these idol pop groups or whatever, he knows you exist but then again, you're just a regular girl who happens to perform for other people.

Little did he know he’d end up with you, an idol from a pretty famous group. If you told him that he'll just scoff and walk away without a care in the world.

Doesn't admit that he goes to every single one of your concerts, but you do know he's ‘secretly’ hiding in one of the crowds. Watching you intently to make sure you're safe and enjoying yourself.

Like everyone else, DESPISES the paparazzi. Got so pissed one time because they disturbed his ‘romantic’ date with you that he flipped them off, which left you cackling as you tried to find a place more private.

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a cowboy's sweetheart. ( dodge mason x you! )

North Carolina, 2016. 

You had never understood the hype behind rodeos, a bunch of guys practically begging to get injured in some way just for riding a bull? Well, that was bullshit if you had ever seen it. And you were about to. 

Your friend Lauren had practically begged for you to come, she had even bought you a pair of cowboy boots for the occasion! Lauren had a weird obsession with cowboys since this one boy in 8th grade, the year when the two of you got really close. Ever since then, you two had been glued at the hip, a thorn in each other’s sides as well. But here you two were, in college, together! Practically living the dream. “Please come, just this once!” Lauren pleaded, standing at the door of your shared dorm. You look at her with a sigh falling from your lips. She was persistent, but you just wished she would be persistent with other things. She looked at you with puppy dog eyes and repeated your name. “Fine,” You said with a huff, shaking your head. You couldn’t believe this. “I’ll go to your cowboy thing.” Lauren practically leaped with excitement as you agreed to this thing. You smiled back, watching as she dropped the cowboy boots at the door. Yeah, you were not wearing those. Over your dead body. 

at the rodeo… So you ended up wearing the cowboy boots. As you and your friends made your way to the stadium, you couldn’t help but take in your surroundings. “The toughest sport on dirt, huh? My ass.” You scoffed as your friend nudged your shoulder with a giggle. You didn’t really understand why she liked cowboys this much. It honestly astonished you. Cowboys were never really your type. But maybe, just maybe would this change your mind. You weren’t against liking cowboys, it just never really stuck with you. “Noo, you just need to see it to understand it.” Lauren clung onto your arm as she looked around like a kid in a candy store. You were glad she was excited. You wanted Lauren to be happy. You looked around at your other friends, Aubrey, Stella, Brianna. They weren’t huge cowboy fans, yet they went along. You had heard all about their nights with the different cowboys. As y’all found your seats in the bleachers your attention was drawn to the current cowboy in the chute. He donned a cream-colored cowboy hat and you could hear your friends giggling next to you. The announcer’s voice went off with a rumble, you listened closely trying to find out who this mysterious cowboy was. 

“Let’s go guys as we now have Dodge Mason from Martinsburg, West Virginia!” You raised a suspecting eyebrow, Dodge Mason was certainly a cowboy name, no doubt about it. The stadium immediately erupted with cheers as the announcer continued, naming the bull that Dodge was going to be riding. You and your friends made your way down closer to the fence, trying to get a better view. Your friend Brianna seemed like she knew this cowboy. He had probably been here before, you thought. You watched intently as he gave the nod to be released and watched as the bull tried to buck him off. The roll of his hips to stay balanced was hypnotizing, you watched as his face contorted with concentration. There was a cloud of dust that followed as the bulls hooves’ scuffed the dirt. You never had thought that bull-riding, for fucks sake, could be so.. entrancing? Your gaze didn’t leave him, the way he looked so stable on the bull that was so desperately trying to buck him off. It looked like second-nature for him, probably was too. He was, what, 52nd in the world? That must’ve been pretty high up there. You were sadly taken out of your trance as the bell went off, signaling that the 8 seconds were over, that the cowboy had made it.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a champion!” The entire stadium broke out in cheers and yells and whistles. You and your friends immediately hopped up and cheered as well. Why wouldn’t you? He had just won! It was astonishing! Anybody who could win at one of these things deserved some fucking applause. You beamed as you continued to applaud, though the cowboy didn’t have much reaction. Like he was used to this? 

Your gaze tracked him as he hopped off the bull. The helpers came over to reign the bull back over, except they couldn’t.  The bull rushed at the cowboy and you examined how his eyes widened in fear before he bolted over practically to where you were, his cowboy hat falling over the fence. Your heart pounding in your ears as you reached down to pick it up, offering it back to him.

“Oh no, you keep it.” He nods at you with a small smirk and you find yourself smiling back. His voice was nice, it was the kind of voice that could calm you down when you couldn’t sleep at night. A voice that was just naturally comforting.. Now that you could see him up close you started to see things about him. LIke how he had a small splattering of freckles on his face or how part of his left eye was brown. You looked down at your feet before setting the hat on your head. Dodge gave you a small nod before hopping off of the fence and making his way back to the exit. Maybe cowboys weren’t so bad after all..

Your friends immediately giggle and swoon behind you as you smile and you couldn’t help but find yourself smiling as well. Who knows, maybe you’d go looking for Dodge Mason later. There was just something about him that was so captivating. Something that made you need more, like a drug. You wanted to see what was up with this mysterious cowboy. You needed to see him again.

uhhhh yeah there's chapter one for you guys!! sorry that its so short this is my first time posting anything like this enjoy :3

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summary. it's the first football game of the season, and all rules are off under the hot stadium lights.

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stanford was not known for playing football. it was home of the academically inclined, full of students stuffed to the brim with potential, and all of the means to utilize it. that didn't mean that when talent came around, they didn't utilize it. college football was still college football, and if there was one thing that people at home loved to watch, it was a game every afternoon at the start of their weekend.

dean wasn't a starter for the team, just as he'd expected. taylor was, though, which was an interesting bit of information to be dropped on him when he eventually did make it home from the bonfire. you'll never fuckin' believe it, he'd said, and then proceeded to ramble on about cardinal football stats like it was all he knew. dean guessed that taylor was not going to do well on their upcoming pop quiz in history 101, but by god, could he name every stanford quarterback in the last ten years and their numbers.

starter or not, he managed to gather himself quite a few looks around campus just from wearing the jersey, or his letterman. 67 printed in white on the back, a gigantic 'S' on the front breastpocket. hard to miss, which wasn't necessarily something that dean wanted to be. in his head, he already stuck out like a sore thumb.

the energy leading up to that saturday afternoon was electric. the cardinal team spent hours on the green and in the locker rooms, hype building like static the closer they got to the first game of the season. it was hard not to get caught up in it, even if dean wasn't going to get to play that day.

you were there, too. he'd started to notice you more and more. you were radiant as you cheered, your smile bright enough to light the whole stadium in gold. of course, dean watched as much as he could, even if it got him a football to the temple more than a few times.

"eyes over here, dean," taylor shouts, and seconds later, the fourth football to hit him knocks square into his shoulder. "see? easy catch, n' you're distracted by some ass."

dean lets out a scoff loud enough to be heard over the whistles and the faint hum of music from the cheerleaders' stereo. "i'm not staring at their asses."

"i am," taylor says with a shrug of his shoulders, head on a swivel as he turns it to stare at the girls on the sidelines. he ogles more than dean did, and didn't do much in terms of keeping it lowkey. "goddamn, i am." dean scoops up the football and hurls it at him, striking true in his forehead. payback. "hey!"

"eyes over here," dean mocks taylor's earlier shrug, his lips tugging into a wide grin. "hell, you're the one who actually gets to play today. pay attention."

taylor picks up the football, patting it between his palms. "all i gotta do is be big and knock people over. the hell do i have to pay attention to?"

coach greene's whistle blows more sharply. "king! get your ass over here or i'm throwin' you off the team."

dean shoots taylor another brutal smile as he slinks away, tail tucked between his legs.

he's pathetic. he really is. because the moment he gets a second to himself, dean's eyes drift over in your direction, and there you are, already watching him. he shoots you a two finger wave as you lift your water bottle to your lips. even from the distance, he can see the way your eyebrows lift in amusement.

dangerous, dangerous.

his first day on the job and he's already slacking off, making some excuse up in his head that he needs water. yeah, that's why he was walking over to the bench holding the carrying case of water bottles. not because you perched beside it.

"already in trouble, i see," are the first words out of your mouth, holding the water bottle out for him with an extended hand, "what ever are we going to do with you, 67?"

dean takes the water bottle from your nimble fingers, waterfalling some of it into his open mouth. his head cocks to the side as he thinks, popping the top back onto the nozzle. "probably bench me, i'd imagine."

"isn't that already what's happening?"

"touché."

up close, your smile is even more dazzling. dean wants to bottle up your laughter and keep it in his pocket to steel the nerves sparking to life in his veins.

he wondered if his dad was home. wondered if he'd heard about the game that night, knowing he wouldn't show up for him, but maybe he'd think about him. wish him luck. all highly unlikely events, but he wished more than anything that he didn't feel so alone out in this strange new part of the world, that the dreams he worked his ass off for didn't come with the side effect of isolation.

dean clears his throat, running a hand through the already sweat-mussed strands atop his head. "better leave you to look pretty and do your thing," he says on a sigh, "would hate to get on your coach's bad side as much as i am on greene's."

your hand waves dismissively, slotting the water bottle back into the case next to you. as you straighten, your ponytail swings back and forth, something small but enough to make dean's smile slip into one that was more genuine. "kelsey's nice, don't worry."

"right." his eyes drift over to your coach, who somehow seems to be more trigger happy with her whistle than coach greene was. "i'll take your word."

dean turns to leave, his hand clutching tightly to the helmet he held between his fingers. "wait!"

he turns over his shoulder, and that glimmering smile of yours is caught between your teeth, almost shy now, compared to the usual confidence you wore like an accessory.

"good luck tonight, 67."

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high school football had nothing on college football. the crowd was a loud buzz in his ears, the smell of grass and sweat thick in dean's nose. it was exhilarating, knowing how many people were watching, how many of them were tuned in to watch the same thing that he was, that he could participate in, if he got so lucky.

so far, the starting quarterback, wyatt, was doing pretty well on his own. stanford was 7-13 right now, losing by a touchdown and the extra point, and about to enter the fourth and final quarter.

dean really didn't want to lose. it was the first game of the season; what precedent would it set if they lost it, and he was incapable of doing something to help it?

he was restless on the bench, pacing the sidelines, teeth grinding together every time a play fell through, or something was fumbled, or there was another godforsaken penalty called.

and he was fine with being restless, as long as they won, because that just meant that the anticipation of everything was grating on him as much as it was the people in the stands. he chews on his mouthguard between his teeth, unable to keep from stressing if he didn't have something to gnaw on.

he was fine, completely fine ─ until cameron wyatt gets taken down to the ground by a berkeley lineman, and his leg bends the complete wrong way backwards as he calls. it's too loud in the stadium to hear it, but dean can imagine the crack in his head, the sound of it echoing around in his skull, and it's all he can do to not wince.

wyatt doesn't get up. king's hovering over him, then he's kneeling, and the refs and officials gather around him like he's a spectacle and not a college junior with a broken leg.

dean watches with bated breath, knowing that wyatt was probably out for the rest of the season. he was holding his ground on the field, worked well with the team ─ what the hell was this supposed to mean for the rest of the season? dean didn't want to think about it. his stomach was turning at the sight of the injury altogether. it was different, when people got hurt, compared to seeing monsters be brutalized. made it more real, more sickening─

"winchester!" coach greene's rasping shout echoes along the sidelines, snapping dean out of his temporary stupor. he jogs over to the shorter coach, stood to attention. "you're in."

two words that nearly stop dean dead in his tracks. "what?"

"you're in. you're the fill-in quarterback," coach greene snaps, waving the papers clutched in his hand flippantly, "get your goddamn head in the game before i snap your leg too, and get the hell on the field."

this... was not supposed to happen. dean had made peace with the fact that his underclassmen days were going to be spent benchwarming, but this made it too real, almost. still, he walks out onto the field and knows there's thousands of eyes on him, thousands, and tries not to balk at it.

there was only a minute and a half left of the game. one. ninety seconds for him to turn this game on its head and win it for them. luckily, he'd been watching pretty closely, was identifying the weaknesses in the other team and how to go about them.

they were second and goal, a manner of inches from the endzone. touchdown would tie the game. touchdown and a point from winning it. wyatt was being wheeled off of the field on a gurney just as dean was getting into position ─ wyatt's position. dean felt sick as fuck.

"can you hear me, winchester?" the comm radio in his helmet crackles to life, and dean manages to rein in the way he wants to jump at the sound of it. "red 32. that's the play i wanna see. make it happen and make it good."

dean glances at his wrist, the codes for the team's plays scrawled quickly onto a slip of paper in his wristband. a pass play.

it won't work. dean knows it won't work, because it hasn't worked any of the times that greene's called it. it was the same play, too, that had wyatt's leg snapped. too long of a hesitation and he'd be taken too the ground, and they'd lose the game.

dean gets into position, aware of the ticking clock, his heart pounding in his chest and drowning out everything else. the roaring crowd, the rustling of cleats in grass, the coach's voice echoing in his head ─ all of it fading into oblivion.

"gold 67," dean shouts, his voice much more clear out loud than he'd thought it be. "gold 67, set─"

it's a rush of adrenaline. it's caffeine straight to his brain, making him jittery everywhere but in his hands, like he can't stand still. the way the team falls into place with his words. in his head, coach greene is shouting, so loud that through the muffled haze of his helmet, dean can hear it there, too, and not just echoing around his helmet.

"hike!"

the linemen launch into action, pushing back at the other linemen determined to break through and snap one of dean's legs, or take him to the ground. they're out for blood, but dean was out for justice. no one hurt one of his teammates and got away with it. they were all the family he had, now, since he knew that his dad wasn't in the crowd, and so sam wasn't either.

he takes a couple of steps backwards, arm raised to launch the ball to a teammate that wasn't open, prompting more than one of berkeley's players heads to snap and redirect their attention.

there, straight down the center, like dean anticipated, is a clear break.

he tucks the ball into his elbow and takes off. here, a brush of an arm against his that he slips out of, there, the shuffling of feet determined to end his short trek to the endzone getting louder as he squeezes through the chaos─

and emerges victorious.

he's never heard something louder in his life, the way the stanford side of the stadium erupts into cheers. his chest is tight with adrenaline, slowly turning around and around as he sees it. so many people they look like red painted ants, their fists raised in pride and joy, all because of him.

dean could get drunk off of this. he wasn't certain that he already was. a breathless laugh falls out of his mouth, and then he's fully laughing, beaming. he doesn't even feel the air whoosh out of his lungs when taylor slings his arms around him in a bone-crushing hug.

"fuckin' a, winchester!" he shouts into dean's ear, and god, does it feel good to be loved, to be needed, wanted.

there's only a few seconds of the game left, just enough to go for that extra point that dean knows from earlier practices that stinson could make. game won.

if only his dad could have seen him now, dean thinks, as his teammates shove him and slap their hands across his back and jostle him around by the helmet, just to see how little dean needed him anymore.

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SCREAM 1996 CHRISTMAS ⋆⁺₊❅ HEAD CANNONS

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Stu Macher ;

1. Christmas Enthusiast : He LOVES Christmas. He just loves the stupid activities and dressing up, gets him all giddy n’ shit. He’s planning ahead of time, for sure.

2. Decorations : He thrives on the chaos of tangled lights, gaudy decorations, and tinsel literally everywhere. His house probably looks like a Christmas explosion. Mismatched lights, tacky inflatables in the yard, and a tree that's way too big for the living room. His parents are rarely home, so it’s mostly Stu going unhinged with the decorations.

3. Mariah Carey : She’s #1 on his Spotify Wrapped and it’s only during Christmas. “ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOUU 😫” in early November and thinks it’s hilarious when people groan.

4. Holiday Pranks : Christmas to Stu isn't just about cheer—it’s also about mischief. He takes great joy in rigging holiday decorations to spook people or pull minor pranks. For examples , hiding fake spiders in stockings, rearranging the Nativity scene so the wise men are doing something unholy, jump-scaring friends by hiding behind the Christmas tree (likely breaking some ornaments in the process).

5. Stu- Style Gifts : Stu’s gifts are… unpredictable. He either goes way too far with a gift or gives something so ridiculous it makes no sense.

6. Parties, Parties, Parties : Stu’s house is the spot for Christmas parties. His parents are gone (again), so he throws some wild, poorly planned rager every year, where half the school shows up. There’s spiked eggnog and mistletoe hung in places that make it impossible to walk around without Stu cackling at the awkward encounters.

7. Secretly Sentimental : While Stu acts like Christmas is just an excuse for mayhem, he’s more sentimental than he lets on. Maybe he has a few childhood traditions he still clings to. He never really talks about family during the holidays, but part of him probably wishes they were there—even if he’ll never admit it out loud. Billy might catch on to this, but Stu brushes it off with a joke.

8. “Fashion” : You know Stu owns at least one horrible Christmas sweater and he wears it proudly. Bonus points if it lights up or has bells that jingle when he moves. He pairs it with ridiculous Santa hats or reindeer antlers just to commit to the bit.

9. Snow Shenanigans : If Woodsboro ever gets snow (unlikely, but let’s pretend), Stu turns it into a full-contact sport. Snowball fights are war to him, and he’s the guy who’ll tackle you into a snowdrift with no warning. He also absolutely builds creepy snowmen that look like they’re straight out of a horror movie. Coal for eyes? Nah—Stu uses ketchup for fake blood.

10. Christmas Horror Marathons : Stu hosts a “Holiday Horror Night” with his friends, obviously pushing movies like Black Christmas, Gremlins, or Silent Night, Deadly Night onto everyone. He gets way too hyped for the kills and spends the whole time quoting lines or spoiling jump scares for others. Billy’s there, quiet but amused, and they probably end up arguing over which Christmas-themed kill is the best.

11. Mistletoe : Stu 100% uses mistletoe as an excuse to be flirty and ridiculous. He’s the guy who’ll hold it over someone’s head dramatically and grin, “Rules are rules.” He probably teases Tatum with it constantly. For Billy? He jokingly tries it once, fully expecting Billy to roll his eyes or shove him away—but Stu never does stuff like that without seeing how far he can push it.

12. Last-Minute Christmas Shoppings : Stu is the king of procrastination. He’s the guy panic-buying at the mall on Christmas Eve, grabbing whatever random stuff he can find and trying to pass it off as thoughtful. Somehow, it’s still charming because Stu can talk his way out of anything.

(I frickin love this guy!!)

Billy Loomis ;

1. Christmas Is Just Another Day (On the Surface) : Billy doesn’t care much for Christmas. Or at least, that’s what he says. He’s the guy who shrugs when people ask about his holiday plans, dismissing it as “a capitalist cash-grab” Emo ass. Deep down, though, the holidays bring up complicated feelings. Maybe he’s got memories from when he was little. Now, Christmas feels hollow, and he avoids thinking about it.

2. Quiet Observer at Parties : If Stu drags him to a Christmas party (which he absolutely does), Billy’s the guy hanging out on the outskirts, leaning against a wall with a beer, laughing while watching everyone act like idiots.

3. More Parties : He’ll scoff at the cheesy decorations and roll his eyes at the loud Christmas music, but part of him enjoys being there—especially if Stu is in his element. Seeing Stu acting like a maniac entertains him more than he lets on.

4. Mouthy lmfao : He’s got a sharp tongue when it comes to party games. “Secret Santa? Let me guess—another pair of socks?”

5. Billy’s Family Situation : Christmas at the Loomis house is strained and quiet. It’s probably just him and his dad at this point, sitting through an awkward dinner while his dad barely acknowledges him. The house feels cold and undecorated. Maybe there’s a tree because it’s expected, but it’s sad-looking and thrown together. Billy doesn’t care to fix it. There’s definitely no talk of Billy’s mom—she’s the unspoken shadow hovering over everything during the holidays. But before, she definitely was what kept it festive around the house. So to avoid all this, he probably sticks around Stu’s (mainly) or Sidney’s. (I could go on.)

6. Thoughtful (But Hidden) Gift-Giver : Billy’s not one for flashy gift-giving. He doesn’t like the act of Christmas, but he’s surprisingly thoughtful when it comes to people he cares about.

7. A Christmas Horror Purist : If Billy does anything “festive,” it’s in line with his love of horror. He’ll sit through Black Christmas or Silent Night, Deadly Night with a smirk, analyzing the kills and quietly enjoying the darker takes on the holiday. If Stu ropes him into one of his Christmas horror marathons, Billy pretends to find Stu’s antics annoying, but he’s secretly comfortable there. Sitting in the dark with Stu, watching bloodied Santas and creepy phone calls, is the closest he gets to enjoying the season. (I might write a fanfic… so cutesy!!)

8. Avoiding Sentimentality : Billy hates anything overly sentimental about Christmas. Carolers? He shuts the door in their faces. Sappy movies like It’s a Wonderful Life? He’ll turn it off with a scoff. He acts like he’s above all that emotional nonsense. The truth? It’s not that he doesn’t feel—he just doesn’t know what to do with those feelings. Seeing happy families or romanticized versions of Christmas stirs something painful in him, so he buries it under his usual indifference.

9. Quiet Late Nights : On Christmas Eve, when everything’s still, Billy probably stays up late, sitting in the dark with just the glow of the sad Christmas tree. Maybe he’s watching a movie or absentmindedly flipping through a horror magazine. It’s one of those rare moments where he lets himself just be—away from people, away from expectations. If Stu calls him during one of these moments, Billy picks up, though he sounds more subdued. Stu probably makes some joke to lighten the mood, and Billy half-smiles, even if Stu can’t see it.

10. Snow and Billy Don’t Mix : If Woodsboro ever gets snow, Billy’s not running out to play in it. He finds it annoying and cold, muttering about how it’s just going to turn into slush. Stu probably tackles him into the snow anyway, and Billy reacts with mock irritation. If no one’s looking, though, he might just throw a snowball back—dead-on, with a precision Stu wasn’t expecting.

11. Subtle Possessiveness (?) During the Holidays : Christmas heightens Billy’s possessive tendencies, especially with Stu. Stu’s family isn’t around, but there’s no way they’d be gone for December. They’d have to have some kind of family time, and that would occupy some of Stu’s time. If he’s busy with family or distracted by other friends, Billy subtly bugs him. And Stu knows why, like he has to pick up on it. Why Billy’s suddenly spending all his time there instead of at home. He needs to feel in control when everything else feels unstable.

12. Small Moments of Vulnerability : Billy has little cracks around the holidays where the mask slips. He’ll never admit it, but there’s a part of him that misses the idea of Christmas—before everything got so screwed up.

He rejects the holiday on the surface, but underneath, there’s a lot of unprocessed pain and buried nostalgia. If anyone manages to pull him out of his isolation (looking at you, Stu), it’s on Billy’s terms—subtle moments that let him feel like he’s in control, even during the most chaotic time of year.

Tatum Riley :

1. The Undisputed Holiday It-Girl : Tatum owns Christmas. She’s the person who looks flawless in every holiday photo, decked out in the perfect cozy-chic sweater and effortlessly styled hair. She has a holiday vibe straight out of a 90s teen rom-com—think shiny lip gloss, cute earmuffs, and a playful attitude. She’s the first to make fun of tacky Christmas aesthetics while also pulling them off way too well. Candy-cane-striped everything? On anyone else, it’s cringe. On Tatum? Iconic.

2. Gift-Giving Is Her Love Language : Tatum is an *amazing* gift-giver. She actually listens when people talk about what they like, so her presents always hit the mark.

3. The Queen of Christmas Parties : Tatum is the life of every Christmas party. She’s loud, confident, and has a drink in her hand while dragging Sid onto the dance floor.

4. Competitive Christmas Games : She’s the person forcing everyone into ugly sweater contests or leading a group to spike the punch. She’s not afraid to throw down in a snowball fight either—she’s got a competitive streak a mile wide.

5. Rom-Com Vibes with Dewey : Tatum adores Christmas lights and winter dates—bonus points if it’s with Dewey. She teases him relentlessly for being a “corny good guy,” but secretly, she loves it. Picture Tatum dragging Dewey to look at Christmas lights around Woodsboro, bundled up in his oversized jacket while pretending not to be freezing. Dewey probably surprises her with little gestures—a hot chocolate, a cheesy snow globe—and while she teases him, she keeps everything he gives her.

6. Holiday Movie Queen : Tatum doesn’t have time for Billy and Stu’s horror-only movie marathons. She’s a rom-com and classics kind of girl during the holidays. Think Home Alone, The Santa Clause, or Love Actually. If Sidney’s around, they’re probably curled up under blankets with mugs of cocoa, Tatum shouting advice at the characters like they can hear her. “JUST KISS HIM, GOD!”

7. A Little Bit of a Christmas Diva : Tatum has no patience for half-hearted holiday cheer. If you’re going to celebrate, you better commit. Randy tries to show up to a party in a lame sweater? Tatum throws glitter on him. “Fixed it.” She’s not above calling out people who ruin the vibe—“Billy, you look like you’re at a funeral. Smile for once.”

8. Big Sister Energy : Tatum takes care of her people during the holidays. If Sid’s feeling down, Tatum’s the first to drag her out of the house for some Christmas shopping or convince her to bake cookies. She’s protective over everyone in her circle, and if she senses anything off, she’s quick to step in, even if it means starting a fight.

9. The Perfect Christmas Aesthetic : Tatum’s house is straight out of a magazine. Her mom decorates tastefully, so it’s all classy lights, a Pinterest-perfect tree, and cozy candles. Tatum sneaks in her own touches—like obnoxiously large stockings or candy canes in every room—just to “spice it up.” She’s probably got an entire drawer full of cute Christmas pajamas she’d never let anyone see. (Except Sid. Grandma pajama solidarity lol.)

10. Holiday Shopper : Tatum takes Christmas shopping seriously and has zero patience for slow walkers, long lines, or rude shoppers. Picture her standing in line with Sidney, dramatically and loudly, complaining about how insane people get over 50% off toasters. “I’ll start throwing elbows if I have to.” She’s got a keen eye for sales, though, and somehow leaves the mall with bags full of the perfect gifts.

11. Snow Day Enthusiast : If Woodsboro ever sees snow, Tatum is all in. She’s the one dragging Sidney outside to build snowmen and start snowball fights. She’ll tackle Stu just to prove she can take him down, and she’ll pelt Randy with ice-packed snowballs until he admits defeat. She’s not afraid to ruin her hair for a little fun, and she’ll laugh louder than anyone when she inevitably faceplants into a snowbank.

Tatum is Christmas cheer—loud, confident, and unapologetically herself. She thrives in the chaos of the season.

Sidney Prescott ;

1. A Quiet, Nostalgic Christmas : Sidney’s Christmases are about tradition and simplicity. Her mom loved the holidays, so the season is bittersweet for her—full of fond memories that now carry a tinge of sadness. She keeps certain family traditions alive, like baking cookies from her mom’s old recipe book or watching It’s a Wonderful Life on Christmas Eve. It’s her way of feeling close to Maureen, even when it hurts.

2. Decorations : Her house is decorated modestly—a real tree with mismatched ornaments collected over the years, white lights, and handmade decorations from childhood. It's cozy and nostalgic, much like Sidney herself.

3. The Thoughtful Gift-Giver : Sidney puts a lot of heart into her gifts. She’s not flashy about it, but everything she gives is meaningful and personal.

4. Holiday Overwhelm : Big, chaotic Christmas parties (especially Stu’s) can be overwhelming for Sidney. She’s social and kind, but crowds and noise drain her, so she gravitates toward quiet corners or one-on-one conversations. Tatum usually drags her into the chaos, and Sidney goes along with it, laughing as Tatum forces her into a ridiculous ugly sweater.

5. Her Relationship with Snow : If Woodsboro gets snow, Sidney’s the one who finds the quiet beauty in it. She’ll go for long walks alone, listening to the soft crunch of snow under her boots and watching the way the world feels still and peaceful. Tatum probably pulls her into a snowball fight, breaking the mood, and Sid doesn’t mind—she ends up laughing so hard she forgets why she was sad in the first place. Also, she’s great at building snowmen but pretends to hate getting her gloves wet.

6. Holiday Movie Nights : Sidney loves classic Christmas movies—It’s a Wonderful Life, Miracle on 34th Street, A Charlie Brown Christmas. They’re a comfort to her, reminders of watching with her mom as a kid. When Tatum insists on a rom-com binge or Stu demands horror marathons, Sidney humors them but eventually pulls the “it’s my turn” card. No one argues when Sid wants a quiet movie night—it’s like an unspoken rule that she gets what she needs.

7. Baking as Therapy : Sidney bakes during the holidays because it’s calming and makes the house smell like warmth. She’s not a natural Martha Stewart, but she’s determined to follow her mom’s recipes. Tatum helps, but mostly just to steal cookie dough and call it “quality control.” Sid rolls her eyes and lets her. Stu once tried to mess with the cookies (extra salt, no sugar), and Sidney nearly smacked him with a spatula.

8. Thoughtful Holiday Traditions : Sidney has a habit of sending out handwritten Christmas cards, even to people who don’t expect them. It’s her quiet way of staying connected and letting people know she cares. She hangs onto sentimental items, like ornaments her mom gave her or gifts from friends, no matter how silly. Her Christmas decorations tell a story—every piece means something.

9. Sidney at Stu’s Chaotic Parties : Sidney shows up to Stu’s Christmas parties because of Tatum—and because Billy wants her there—but she’s always the one quietly making sure things don’t go completely off the rails. She’s the responsible one who pulls Randy out of trouble or stops Stu from lighting the fireplace "just to see what happens.” If things get overwhelming, Sidney slips outside for air. She doesn’t like people noticing when she needs space, but sometimes Tatum finds her anyway.

10. Christmas Eve Emotions : Christmas Eve is the hardest night for Sid. It’s quiet, and the weight of her family memories hits her hardest. She’ll light a candle for her mom or sit by the tree with a blanket, staring at the lights and letting herself feel it. She doesn’t talk about it with anyone, but Tatum knows—and always calls her to check in, even if Sid insists she’s fine.

11. Her Presence as the Heart of the Group : Sidney is the grounding presence during the chaos of the holidays. She’s the one who brings balance to the group—where Tatum brings the energy and Stu brings the chaos, Sid brings the quiet warmth. She’s kind to everyone, and she’s the first to notice if someone else is having a hard time. She checks in on people without being asked, always putting others before herself.

Sidney’s Christmas is a mix of quiet reflection, warmth, and bittersweet nostalgia. She finds comfort in traditions and small moments, even as the holidays remind her of what she’s lost.

(And you know Tatum, Stu, and Randy would all conspire to make sure Sid gets at least one night of unfiltered fun, whether she likes it or not.)

Randy Meeks ;

1. The Movie Marathon Master : Randy treats Christmas like it’s his personal Super Bowl of Movie Marathons. Forget rom-coms and heartfelt dramas—Randy is the guy forcing everyone to sit through holiday-themed horror movies and classics only he thinks are cool. "Black Christmas" and "Gremlins" are his obvious go-tos. He insists on a double-feature tradition: "Home Alone" (a kid’s revenge fantasy) followed by Silent Night, Deadly Night. “See? Christmas movies are about trauma. I rest my case.”

2. The Guy Who Buys Movie-Themed Gifts : Randy is the friend who gets everyone gifts that reflect his interests but are tailored just enough to show he does care:

3. The Ultimate Stocking Stuffer Guy : Randy is broke, let’s be honest, but he kills it with stocking stuffers. Think movie trivia cards, candy shaped like film reels, and weird novelty gifts he finds at a discount store. He probably throws in a mix of heartfelt and ridiculous: a mixtape he made (with “curated” Christmas songs) alongside a rubber reindeer nose.

4. His Family’s Christmas Is Pure Chaos : Randy’s house is loud, messy, and filled with younger cousins running wild. Picture mismatched stockings, a blinking rainbow-light tree that definitely flickers ominously, and a TV that’s always blasting movies or video games. His mom probably throws a huge family dinner, and Randy sneaks bites of food out of the kitchen early because “survival instincts.”

5. Crashes Stu’s Parties and Doesn’t Leave : Randy always shows up to Stu’s Christmas parties uninvited, arms full of movies and snacks. He immediately makes himself at home and starts trying to "educate" everyone on film history. “Did you know Tim Burton pitched The Nightmare Before Christmas in the 80s and got rejected? Hollywood is so stupid sometimes.”

6. He’s the guy debating movie plot holes at 2 a.m. and accidentally falling asleep on the couch under a pile of coats.

7. Awkward Around Mistletoe : Randy gets so flustered if someone catches him under the mistletoe. He’s the guy who turns red, starts stammering, and makes an awful joke to deflect. Tatum totally uses this to mess with him, dragging Sidney into it to really make Randy panic.

8. Obsessive About Gift Wrap Themes : For someone so unorganized in life, Randy gets weirdly intense about his gift-wrapping. He picks a theme every year—like movie tickets, old newspaper clippings, or comic book pages—and insists it’s “art.”

9. Sentimental Moments Slip Through : Beneath all the jokes and movie references, Randy’s a sentimental guy. He gets a little reflective during the holidays, especially with his friends. He’ll quietly check in on Sidney, asking if she’s okay around the holidays. He knows she’s hurting, even if she doesn’t say it. Randy probably ends up making a heartfelt toast at Stu’s party that starts funny and somehow turns emotional: “I know I joke a lot, but, like, we’re lucky, you know? To have each other. Even you, Stu.”

10. “The Dude with the Camera” : Randy is constantly capturing holiday chaos on a camcorder or Polaroid camera. He insists he’s “documenting the memories,” but really, he just loves having receipts of everyone acting ridiculous. Stu trying to juggle Christmas ornaments? Captured. Tatum pelting Randy with a snowball mid-monologue? Immortalized.

Randy’s Christmas is loud, nerdy, and sprinkled with chaotic energy. He’s the guy who shows up unannounced, stays way too long, and somehow makes the holidays brighter with his awkward charm and endless movie knowledge. Beneath all his silliness, though, there’s a big heart—he just hides it behind jokes and VHS tapes.

(And you know Randy would have a special “Christmas Movie Survival Guide” prepared for the group, complete with rules like, “Rule #1: Never trust a killer Santa.”)

[tubbytarchia]

Wild Life Session 4 smallidarity thoughts (+ some Scar and Lizzie)

See it was all fine, nothing to worry about!! Joel couldn't bring himself to kill Jimmy, he barely even harmed him. I'm pretty sure he shot him just once (after Jimmy trampled their crops so. fair)? Joel calmed down, he rebuilt his car, everything is fine. He says at the start that he's wary of Jimmy because of him going after Joel last time, and that's about it for the time being

Jimmy dies and Joel makes a deal out of it and calls him a muppet. As per usual. Meanwhile Jimmy is still adamant to get at Joel whilst Scar tries to deter him because they want to be an alliance

He and Jimmy meet up at some point after their brief interaction at the start where Joel shot him, and they just banter. And Gem and Scar are just standing there like "guyss we're a family come on" meanwhile Joel and Jimmy's exchange goes as follows: Jimmy: "you're the ones with tasty lives!" Joel: "yeah bet you wish you could have a chunk of me!" "Oh I'm having a chunk out of you!" "Yeah and you know where to take that chunk out of!" "Oh I'm gonna take it! I'm taking it!" "You should!" And then Gem and Scar tell them to break it up and Joel goes "we're just flirting!!" ? what the fuck? Genuinely WHAT are they talking about. is this an innuendo of some sort. is this another ambiguous smallidarity sex scene sorry who said that

Jimmy gets a double kill (in the most adorable way btw. The way he weasels his way in there and backs off and comes back to try again all crouched. animal) and goddd people hyping him up is so so sweet. He deserves this. He's also a little bit evil, he's getting the murder rush but I'm happy for him. He needs to kill more people, he needs to get this out of his system, he deserves this, things need to get worse before they get better. ANYWAY Scar all "that was the greatest kill ever on the life series" is so cute. And man I gotta agree. There's more unique and funny and impressive kills but I would not mind calling this the best just for the fact that it's Jimmy. He's competent, he can do shit like this, but it feels like most everyone and the world is continuously against his survival, but here he is... my son...

And then Joel coming up to congratulate him... Really blummin cute. In Joel's POV also, he says "I went to congratulate Jimmy and we had a moment" which I wager he might be referring to the creeper incident as 'the moment' but that'd make no sense to call it that. With that tonation. Why did he say it like that. Stop being cute

But yeah Scar tries to blow Joel up with creepers only for Joel to save him from his own creeper and he's so casual about it. He is incredibly kind to the bamboozlers, it's really cute...

And then Jimmy does it!! He gets Joel!! And he gets him real good!! And can you believe that the first person to kill either of the family duo is Jimmy, of all people. Scott has died by this point too and Jimmy is the one to make a dent in the full 6-life alliance. Crazy. I'm so proud of him. It was seriously really good too, see, when Jimmy puts his mind to something and is able to focus he excels, he really does. And Joel, oh Joel is such a good sport about it. He keeps saying how it was good and fair and that he still wants an allyship with him. Tells him "welcome back to green" aww. And they make a truce, Jimmy got it out of his system and now they can be friends and go kill other people instead and Joel is proud of him... Jimmy "Joel, I finally got you, so I will stop now, so let's do the perfect dap" and then they both count down and clap their hands to simulate slapping palms. Awesome. All of Joel and Jimmy is just really cute this time around. Very happy about them being a more proper alliance now, but we'll see if it sticks... Joel can only be so mean to Jimmy at this point though I don't think he has it in him to betray him or anything lol. Can't speak for the rest of them but not too worried for the smallidarity, it's a plentiful crop...

Also a very important exchange between Lizzie and Jimmy at some point: "I just finangled a load of diamonds off of Joel" "Oh? How did you do that?" "I asked him just really nicely" (lie btw she was moreso extorting Joel) "Oh, that doesn't work when I... I guess... you are his wife, I guess..." "Yeah..." "Lucky for some I guess- right (unrelated topic)" I'm not 100% confident that's what Jimmy said at the end, it's a bit hard to make out but. what? Hello?

I also extend gratitude towards Lizzie for being so nice and supportive of Jimmy, she was the one to suggest the cobweb creeper trap that ended up taking Joel out, but she also insisted that he drink a health restoration stew beforehand in case anything went wrong. Jimmy didn't end up doing so (he was full) and Lizzie is all "why?" and "something could have gone wrong". man. Nice to him...

[seokminfilm]

for one last time | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, fluff, boyfriend!seokmin, tiny mention of jealous!seokmin, mentions of sports (wii sports), reader is lost, kissing, small mention of physical touch, bits of shamless flirting (on seokmin's end), pet names (reader w baby, seokmin w honey, babe), lyr projects her love for wii games on reader, seokmin throws something at reader (a baseball cap as a teasing gesture), they're cute & in love your honor

now playing: for one last time, cheyander

"You swing your arm back and forth like this, babe. That's how you hit the ball." Seokmin's behind you, breath hitting your ear as he puts one hand on your waist and the other on your right arm, performing the swinging motion. Your cheeks are warm from the touch, and Seokmin notices this, a smile on his face as he pulls away.

Your boyfriend was a sports fanatic—he loved lots of sports, and were good at a lot of them too. The first game he had bought for the Wii you two shared was Wii Sports, and he had the joy (at least, that's what he said) of teaching you how to play the game.

You loved Wii games, but disliked sports—you didn't see the hype around them, and you never understood the rules anyways. Seokmin was just so excited to show you how to swing for tennis and serve for volleyball using the Wii remotes, though.

How could you say no to a sweet smile like the one your boyfriend had?

"Seokmin, baby, I really don't think I'm made for this." You look at him, and he adjusts his baseball cap, shaking his head as the watch on his wrist shuffles with his movements.

"We're just gonna give it sometime, okay? Let's try baseball again, okay?" Seokmin looks over to you, voice soft as he exits the tennis portion of the game.

"You'll crush me! You're so good at baseball, Minnie, it's not even a competition with you." You mumble, and Seokmin laughs, kissing your cheek as he shakes his head. "I'll go easy on you, I promise. I want you to get the hang of it first."

As he continues to find the baseball setting, you watch your boyfriend from behind, studying his broad frame and muscled shoulders and arms he's gotten by pitching baseballs and serving volleyballs, no doubt.

As Seokmin worked to recallibrate your controller, you studied his nearly perfect batting form, watching the slope of his nose, bite of his bottom lip, and twinkle of his eye as he focused on the instruction on screen.

"Alright, I think I've got it. Come on, honey, let's try again." Seokmin hands you your remote, and you sigh, shuffling to get in place as you spread out from him.

"Why can't we just play Mariokart and call it a day?" You question, and Seokmin looks over to you, eyes puppy-like as he juts out his lower lip.

"Let's just try one more time, okay? Just one more time." Seokmin begs like a little child, and you can't say no, especially when he's looking at you with wide, sparkly eyes.

"......Fine. One more time." You finally give in, spreading your legs out as you get ready to bat. "I love you." Seokmin looks over to you, nose scrunched up as his eyes disappear into pretty crecsents.

Shaking your head, you brace for Seokmin's pitch, giving it your best shot as you swing your arm like he told you. Your ball flies into the sky, an announcement of a home run adorning the screen as you scream and jump for joy. Seokmin runs to you, obviously happy for you as he picks you up in his arms and spins you around.

Once he places you down, with your hands still on his shoulders and his still on your waist, he takes the Wii remote from you, eyes now half lidded as he smirks at you.

Unable to look at him seriously, you laugh, eyes lighting up as you take in Seokmin's now devious expression. It's obvious that he wants something from you, but you can't blame him, as you also want what he's thinking about.

"I think I deserve a home run kiss." You whisper, bringing your hand to the brim of his baseball cap as you take it off, revealing his messy, dark brown hair.

"I was just about to give it to you." Seokmin says, voice soft yet deep as he searches your eyes.

Your run your hands through his hair, letting the bangs fall in front of his eyes perfectly as he starts to lean in, eyes closing as his lips touch yours. His lips feel perfect against yours, and your hands go from Seokmin's shoulders to sliding down his strong back, and making their way back into his curly hair.

The baseball cap in your hands is long gone, on the floor as your hands go back to Seokmin's broad shoulders yet again. He smiles under you, over the moon at your kisses as he pulls away, breathless.

"I knew you could do it. You just needed a little bit of practice." Seokmin smiles softly, and you sway with him, hands in his as you stare into his eyes.

"I think it's because your Mii character is so cute." You tease lightly, and Seokmin glares at you, picking up his baseball cap and throwing it at you as you squeal, laughing.

"I'm just kidding, Seokmin. No Mii could ever take me from you." You sigh, and Seokmin beams, handing you your controller as he asks: "For one last time?"

feedback & reblogs are greatly appreciated! i love reading your throughts :>

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

dbf!Jake with a little bit of grey in his hair I'm 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 I don't know why that gets me but it does

you understand!!! you get it!!!! I swear this has fueled hours of my daydreams about him, I'm incredibly hyped to share those haha

jake refers to himself in third person once in this, and even though every time i read or write that i have to think about caesar and immediately hate it, jake would absolutely 100% do it so.

top gun masterlist | top gun blurbs

It's late as you stumble through Jake's doorway, your keys clanging against the wall and your shoes thumping to the floor. You can hear the tv playing in the living room, shouts and cheers that have you guessing he's watching a sports game.

You tread through the hallway and knock softly on the doorframe, a bit unnecessarily because Jake's head is long turned to you.

"Hey there", you greet, and you can do nothing at all against the smile tugging at your lips.

"Hey there", Jake echoes, at least an octave deeper than you. His eyes rake down your body - you're still in your work clothes, which is unusual. "D'you want a drink, darling?"

With a sigh, you push off the doorframe and pad over to the couch. Jake puts his beer bottle down on the table.

"No, I'm good. I don't need a drink", you mutter, letting yourself drop right onto his lap. He's freed his hands for a reason after all. "I just need you."

One of your palms steadies against his chest, the other brushes down his jaw, fingertips dragging circles against his skin - against his stubble, it's been a few days since he's shaved (and that truly is your favourite look on him) - as his arms wrap around your waist and pull you tightly to him.

"I'm here", he says with a smile.

"Yeah", you breathe, smiling right back at him. God, he turns your insides into mush. "I know."

He holds you close and settles back against the couch, his eyes focused on yours, content to have you on his lap, to have your hands on him. You can feel him relax by the second as your fingertips trail up and down his face - his jaw, his cheek, disappearing into his hair.

Suddenly, you still.

"Jake", you breathe and swallow hard. "Are you going grey?"

"What?", he mutters, his arms loosening from around you to grab for your thighs instead.

"You're going grey", you repeat, and pray you don't sound half as stunned as you feel. "Baby, you've got a grey streak."

Jake's hands tighten on you. If there was any way, any way at all, to look away from the strand of grey you'd spotted in his hair, you would - but you can't. You can't. There's absolutely no way you can drag your eyes off.

He's going grey. Your boyfriend is going grey.

"If you joke about how old I am now, I'll call your father", he mutters, but there's less joke in his tone than there should be. It takes you a second to realise why.

He's worried.

He's worried you're understanding just how old he is, that it's somehow bothering you, that it's turning you off.

The problem you are having is about the opposite.

Jake's grey streak doesn't turn you off. It turns you on.

You don't know why. You can't explain to yourself why. You don't really want to, either, because you're sure that's just going to end up being some fucked up psychology deep dive. It doesn't matter anyway. What matters is the way your legs clamp tightly around his, the way your fingers fist his shirt.

"Jake", you whisper, finally managing to drag your eyes away from his hair and to look back at him instead. He truly does seem worried - it's just hard to concentrate on that when you feel tingly and hot all of a sudden. But something in his expression changes the very moment you glance at him anyway. You think you can guess why.

You've never been all that good at hiding your emotions. And Jake had read you like an open book from the very beginning on.

Maybe your eyes are glazed over or half-lidded or something, maybe your cheeks are dusted pink, maybe your pupils are blown wide - you'd have to check a mirror to be sure, but you know that there must be something, something he sees that has him raising his eyebrows, that has a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"You're into this", he says, almost as though he can't really believe it.

You bite down on your lip and your eyes flicker back up to the grey in his hair.

"And what if I am, old man?", you mumble, playing at his age after all, trying to get at least a bit of leverage back, even though you already know you'll lose it just as quickly again.

Jake proves you right almost immediately - you can't even comprehend how fast he's turned you around, got your back pushed against the couch and your chest pressed to his.

"You like your old man", he mutters, his breath tickling your skin as you try to calm your racing pulse. Your old man, fuck. That shouldn't make your heart stutter the way it does. "And his grey streak too."

[miriadalia]

Alright so, by now in part 2 we have:

People flying to the other side of the globe faster than Flash and with no jetlag consequences apparently 🙄

Robby being SA but everyone treating this as some kind of infidelity or fling (even him, wtf??)

Demetri being unfaithful to his girlfriend (though I was not exactly surprised by this 🙄) Yasmine you deserve better gurl...

Spanish team representation being SO WRONG. And I know because I'm Spanish: we don't say "Ándale" like they were saying when hyping Diego before his fight. That's a Mexican word 🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️ and Maria's surname should have been Álvarez and not Àlvarez, we don't have this accent (`) in Spanish. Please it's really not that difficult to make accurate representations... Especially because THEY WENT TO FREAKING SPAIN!!! Study a little bit for goodness sake!

Korean Cobra Kais being 2D bad guys that apparently don't have any more personality than being violent and ruining everything for Miyagi Do. Seems like only Americans are allowed to have a complex backstory and profound motivations to win. Like: even Axel got the "abused athlete" foreshadow... and he literally had 2 lines of dialogue.

Speaking of Axel, my guy really fell head over heels for Sam in 2 seconds like... That is some other level of crushing here 😳 creepy...

And speaking of the Korean team: wasn't Kwon like the outcast rebel of his class? Now why is everyone suddenly super friendly with him?? Especially Yoon! What happened? Because I understand they respect him now as he earned his place as captain (violently ofc). But they were giggling all over the place wtf...

Tory's mindset and trauma after her mother's death being treated SO LIGHTLY that I want to scream 😖😖. Do you think she would really be in the right headspace to argue about "stealing my boyfriend, bitch"?? Haven't you ever lost a loved one?? I have, and let me tell you: you don't have the heart to suffer for anything else than your loss... Especially not after just one or two weeks.

And then she even had to watch a teammate fucking DIE right before her eyes. Thank you writers for another trauma🤮🤮

And of course, we arrive to Kwon's death... Listen, I don't have anything else to comment rather than: yes, some people are such psychopaths that can't even see how their actions may result in hurting themselves, and they decided to make Kwon a lost cause (I get it, would have preferred some backstory scenes of him to fully understand it, but I get it).

What I don't understand and really gets on my nerves is how ridiculously stupid the reason of the brawl was in the first place. Are you telling me there was not a single sensei apart from Daniel, Johnny and Chozen that would have stopped the fight?? They were like: fuck, yeah, let's allow these kids to fight until they get seriously injured. Let them run up the stairs and kick each other as if they were made of rubber and they wouldn't die if they fall.........

I know that in the professional sports' world there's so much competition and substance use. And that was realistic. But it's teens we are talking about. Really anyone had a good sensei??? Anyone?

Because if that's how it is then I don't see how Cobra Kai might end in part 3 other than banning karate in every country.

That's all for now...

I was really enjoying the season until the end of episode 7 or something...

I hate it when the shock factor wins over the emotional and coherent plot...

That "strategy" has ruined so many good series, and now I don't really feel like watching part 3 😔

[nanamincreampie]

Hola ! I read your post about your holiday requests (^_^;)

I'm craving some Yuji. Hmm, maybe something along the lines of Yuuji being Y/Ns boxing instructor/personal trainor ?

Maybe he invites her to one of his matches (　・ω・)

(Fluffyyy/Angsty??)

TIA ♡

YOU ASKED AND I DELIEVER!!!!!✨💗

p.s.: Yuji is aged up in this story

Yuji’s gym had always felt like a second home, even if the endless drills sometimes made you question why you signed up in the first place. But the charm of the place wasn’t the equipment or even the progress you’d made, it was Yuji, your personal trainer and boxing instructor.

Yuji was a whirlwind of energy, all pink hair and boyish smiles. He had this knack for making even the toughest workouts enjoyable. Whether he was cracking jokes or hyping you up mid-jab, he always found a way to keep you motivated. And, okay, maybe you had a tiny crush on him. Who wouldn’t? The guy was all sunshine and muscles, with a personality that could melt anyone’s defenses.

“Alright, Y/N, let’s finish strong!” he called, holding up the mitts. “Jab, cross, hook! You got this!”

You wiped a bead of sweat from your temple, your matching workout set snug against your curves. His compliments on your coordination were constant, but you could never tell if they were just part of his job or something... more. As you finished the set, Yuji grinned, lowering the mitts.

“See? Told you you’re getting better. Your punches have way more power now!”

You laughed, catching your breath. “All thanks to my instructor, I guess.”

His eyes lingered on you for a beat longer than usual, his expression softening. “Hey, uh, can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you said, adjusting the strap of your sports bra.

Yuji scratched the back of his head, looking uncharacteristically nervous. “So, there’s this fundraiser match happening next week. It’s for a good cause helping to raise money for kids’ sports programs. I’m fighting in it, and I was wondering if you’d wanna come? You don’t have to if it’s not your thing, but—”

“I’d love to!” you blurted out, surprising both of you. “I mean, yeah, that sounds great. I’ve never been to a boxing match before.”

His face lit up, and he flashed that signature megawatt grin. “Really? That’s awesome! I think you’ll like it. It’s... different from our sessions, though. A lot more intense.”

You nodded, already feeling a strange mix of excitement and nerves. “Well, I’ll get to see you in action. Should be fun.”

“It will be,” he said, his voice unusually soft. “I’m glad you’re coming, Y/N.”

The night of the match, the gym was transformed into a buzzing arena. You sat in the front row, feeling both out of place and oddly thrilled. Yuji had made sure to reserve you a good seat, and from this vantage point, you could see the entire ring. The air was electric with anticipation, the sound of gloves hitting heavy bags in the distance adding to the energy.

When Yuji stepped into the ring, you almost didn’t recognize him. Gone was the playful instructor who laughed at his own jokes; in his place stood someone serious, focused, and entirely in his element. His toned body gleamed under the lights, his muscles taut as he bounced on his feet. The sight made your breath catch. This wasn’t the Yuji who teased you during cooldown stretches this was someone commanding, powerful, and absolutely mesmerizing.

As the fight began, you found yourself leaning forward, gripping the edge of your seat. Yuji was fast, his movements fluid and precise. He landed a solid punch on his opponent, and the crowd erupted in cheers. You couldn’t help but smile, pride swelling in your chest.

But then his opponent countered with a blow that snapped Yuji’s head back, and your heart plummeted. You gasped, your hands flying to your mouth as you watched him stagger. He quickly recovered, giving a small nod to his opponent, but the sight of him in pain made your stomach twist.

You didn’t realize you were on your feet until the person beside you gently tugged at your arm. “You okay, miss?” they asked.

You nodded quickly, though your eyes stayed glued to the ring. “Yeah, I just... I don’t want him to get hurt.”

The match continued, each second feeling like an eternity. When Yuji finally landed a winning blow, the bell rang, signaling his victory. Relief washed over you, and you clapped along with the crowd, tears of pride and worry blurring your vision.

Afterward, you waited near the locker room, your nerves still buzzing. When Yuji emerged, his gloves slung over his shoulder and a towel around his neck, he spotted you immediately. His smile was tired but genuine.

“You came!” he said, jogging over to you despite the clear fatigue in his body.

“Of course I did,” you said, your voice shaking slightly. “Yuji, are you okay? That hit looked bad.”

He laughed softly, his hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “I’m fine, really. Just a little sore.”

“You scared me,” you admitted, your hands fidgeting nervously. “But you were amazing out there. I’ve never seen anything like that.”

His eyes softened, and he stepped closer, the usual playfulness replaced with something deeper. “Thanks, Y/N. That means a lot coming from you.”

For a moment, the chaos of the gym faded, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of quiet. Yuji hesitated, then reached out to take your hand gently. “I wasn’t just fighting for the fundraiser tonight,” he admitted, his voice low. “I wanted to impress you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes widening. “Me?”

“Yeah, you,” he said, his cheeks turning pink. “I know I’m just your instructor, but I really like you, Y/N. I just... didn’t know how to say it before.”

You stared at him, your chest tightening with an emotion you couldn’t quite name. “Yuji, I... I didn’t realize...”

His grin returned, though it was softer this time. “Well, now you know. So... how about dinner sometime? No boxing gloves, I promise.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension melting away. “Okay. But only if you take it easy in the ring for a while.”

“Deal,” he said, his smile bright enough to rival the lights of the arena.