#literally just a snippet tho

[mediumtires]

AHHHHHH how would the husbands react to this like when they first see each other and then they celebrate?? 🥹🥹

Merc 1-2 finish the day Max wins his 4th baby!!! Ohhhhh the narrative…….

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They find each other, not immediately but with urgency, outside of the garages, somewhat shielded by the push and shove of the crowd.

They’re both smiling wide, ecstatic in their own rights, and Christian grabs for his face and kisses him on the mouth, knowing, smiling when Toto folds into him, into his arms, and Christian cradles him close, one hand in his neck. There’s murmurs of soft affirmations, breathed through tingly, breathless, giddy joy, and Toto pulls away and kisses him again, once, twice, three times. Christian smiles, wide, with small eyes, warmed by the layers of clothing he’s wearing, the M4X shirt he’s pulled on over his jacket, and Toto’s hands on his hips, toying with the hem, snaking their way underneath.

“I’ll find you later, okay?” Christian asks. Meets his fingers, left and right, in a brief touch. “We’re celebrating.”

“Where?”

Christian shrugs. “We’ll do one and then the other. You’re coming for drinks with me first. Your guys can deal.”

“I’ll have a drink with my guys first, you look like this is going to take some time.” He nods to where the champagne and the Red Bull cans are being set up, the photographers getting their cameras ready, the team bunching, elated. “I will join after you are done here.”

“Fine,” Christian concedes. “We’re staying tonight.”

Toto huffs his amusement. “Alright. I’ll have our flight cancelled.” His eyes are small, too. “But you argue with George about the party I will miss.”

“You can bring him. Lewis too. I’ll allow it. Bring your guys.”

Toto laughs, boyish, and presses closer in that awkward way of his, too tall for his long limbs, too excited, too happy for his body to know what to do with it. “Oh, they are going to like that.”

Christian grins. He doesn’t care. He’s happy. He’s allowed to be happy. And he wants to share all of this with his husband. They deserve it.

[teehee-vibes]

Finally started listening to Riptide, new hyperfixation just dropped

[king-spite]

so it seems the poppy war has become my absolute favorite series so ofc i'm losing my mind comparing every scene with my other favorite series (red queen) and making an unfathomable amount of headcanons

[padfootastic]

hello! i am back with yet another…thing. thank u for the tag @lovelymasks <3 (i realised, upon second reading, that this was supposed to be a sunday snippet but i’m an idiot n therefore this is now a saturday snippet mwuah)

I think you should go to a Healer, Sirius. 

Why, he’d asked, flippant. What was there to do with a Healer when you were a convict on the run? Besides, Sirius was wrong in a way that couldn’t be made right. He was past the point of return. Healers would’ve barely known what to do with him before Azkaban, let alone in the condition he was in now. 

Because you look like a stiff wind will blow you over, Harry’d answered, though the answering flippancy didn’t quite land the way he intended because what Sirius heard was ‘Because I don't want to lose anyone else.’ 

What Harry didn't say, and Sirius didn’t want to hear, was ‘Because I can’t lose another parent.’

He quietly acquiesced after that. The trembling, hopeful smile growing on his godson’s face was enough to wipe away all apprehensions after that. 

Until now, when Harry was at Hogwarts, and he was second guessing this whole business. 

Did he really need a Healer, like, really?

One look at the mirror in front of him gave him a solid, sturdy answer. 

He was dressed in his old rags and it was a testament to the conditions of Azkaban that clothes from when he was younger, before hitting his final growth spurts, were barely just fitting him now. Sirius’ back was almost constantly bent these days--all days spent curled up in a ball seemed to have reshaped his skeletal structure, who knew--each vertebrae gaining a distinct notch in the column of his skin. His stomach was a fascinating blend of too small and too bloated. He couldn’t keep anything down, but he wasn’t able to eat much either. A mystery for the ages. 

Less said about his face, the better. Sirius wasn’t vain, never had any reason to be, but there was a certain…pride he’d maintained, a level of outward appearance that was considered bare minimum for a Black, a conditioning he’d never managed to shake off. 

It was that conditioning itching at him now, turning him away from any reflective surface before he could see his distorted features, grotesque and inhuman, staring back at him. 

And ultimately, it was that, he realised with a shameful sort of guilt, that pushed him to see a Healer. Not his godson’s pleading look, not concern for his wellbeing--but leftovers from an upbringing that he hated, his mother’s words he couldn’t stop hearing, his father’s sharp commands. 

Ultimately, it was his blood that made him give in, as it always did. 

further tagging @jmagnabo92 @soopsiedaisies @groundzero-v 💜

[wikiangela]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @theotherbuckley 💖

to no one's surprise, more alive shannon lol I'm gonna share way too much of it now bc apparently I can't get inspired to write anything else atm, too excited about this one haha

this time a bit of shannon's pov - I'm planning on switching povs, it's gonna be mostly eddie bc i feel most comfortable in his head lol, but a chapter here and there will be shannon or buck pov too

prev snippet

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She doesn’t remember the impact, the car hitting her – all she remembers is how much pain she was in after that, laying there in the street, unable to move. It was so scary, too. Shannon didn’t want to die. She was just getting her second chance at being a mom, at redeeming herself, trying to make up for it all, and suddenly she was faced with the prospect of being stripped away of it – what’s even worse, she could imagine how confusing and painful this would be for Christopher, getting his mom back just to lose her again. Honestly, that part, the thought of her kid hurting because of her, hurt much more than the fear of dying.

Fortunately, she’s still here, and she has no idea what crazy miracle happened, but she’s so grateful. Now she needs- she needs to see Christopher, promise him she’ll never ever leave him again, she never wants to be away from him again. She hopes Eddie will let her, despite the divorce bomb she dropped on him. It’s not even surprising to her how much of a mess they always end up in when they try to be together – which is why she sees divorce as the only option right now, it’ll be better for everyone.

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gayarthur @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @transbuck @jesuisici33 @diazblunt @911onabc @eddiediaztho @housewifebuck @thewolvesof1998 @fortheloveofbuddie @lover-of-mine @gayhoediaz @jeeyuns @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @eowon @cowboy-buddie @monsterrae1 @hippolotamus @loserdiaz @ladydorian05 @giddyupbuck @forthewolves @honestlydarkprincess @wildlife4life @spotsandsocks @daffi-990 @disasterbuckdiaz

[styxpenz]

optimal time to write sleepy fluff: when you yourself are sleepy . call that method writing or something

[gingerpeachtea]

🦀🧳🦀

YAY AIRPORT CRABS have 10 sentences from burning suns!!!

She fixed her hair while he worked, a feeble excuse not to look at him, though she also wouldn’t want him seeing her like this regardless. Sweat stuck wisps of hair to her forehead. She should’ve long since caught her breath, and her heart had calmed, but not entirely—a state that should be reserved for the company of aching thighs and pillow talk, not a poor stage performance. He placed her shoes neatly beneath her vanity, where she always kept them. Christian wrapped a loose hand around her ankle, his thumb slipping beneath the crosses of her fishnets to rub small circles over the bone. She looked down at him, still knelt before her. Her eyes fell to his hand [before he could/before he had the chance to meet her gaze]. “What is it?” she asked. She knew the answer. For all the ways he’d changed, Christian still hadn’t lost his boyish avoidance of directness. She considered some kind of physical comfort, perhaps a hand on his shoulder or cupping his cheek, but didn’t move.

(make me write!!)

[hyuniebinnie]

listening to hop as we speak thank you stray kids🙏🙏

[chocolate-cream-soldier]

//

[felixwriting]

Because of the way I've decided to structure my space pirates story, I have about 15-20k more words to write of like....snippets of Sirena and Tobias (and their crew) doing pirate shit in space. Problem is, my brain is completely blank trying to come up with more shenanigans for them to get into. I know there's the whole classic treasure map X marks the spot thing, but that feels closer to what the main plot is so I don't want to do that in the snippets. So if anyone has some idea spaghetti please throw it at my walls and maybe something will spark something in my brain

[nopeferatu]

grrrrr *my eyes turn black as i snarl and growl and bite and bite and bite*

[skullsfiction]

A female f1 driver who was featured in the barbie movie as the f1 driver. You could write about her scene and working with the Margot and Ryan lol, and how the grid reacts to it. Lanpd could be her bf or not if you don't want.

You don't have to absolutely write if it doesn't strike any inspiration and you obviously can write whatever you want you xoxo

barbie girl | redbull!reader

pairing: f1 grid x reader

summary: redbull!reader does a cameo in the barbie movie

part of my ‘redbull!reader’ series

liked by alex_albon, landonorris, and 816,027 others!

yourusername: this barbie is a f1 driver! 🎀 barbie is out now in theaters near you <33 (or not near you? idk where you lot live)

view comments below!

user1: yn is just hitting all these side quests because what?

user1: happy for her tho!

user2: is this what it’s like to be so rich that you can literally do whatever you want?

user3: YN CAMEO!!!!

user4: WE CHEERED

user5: omw to see barbie now

landonorris: i know where you live

user6: can someone tell me her part in the movie? my parents won’t let me see it 😓

user7: she’s a f1 driver barbie, and she’s gets into a relationship with f1 driver ken (played by glen powell) throughout the movie you could see like snippets of them going from friends to bf and gf!! you could probably find some clips on youtube or something :)

user6: thank you <33

user7: GLEN POWELL????

user8: THE CAPYBARA GUY???

charles_leclerc: i can be your ken 😊

yourusername: no thank you i already have my glen ken!

charles_leclerc: but he can’t drive a REAL f1 car

yourusername: i can teach him

charles_leclerc: FINE

charles_leclerc: BE LIKE THAT THEN

charles_leclerc: I DONT CARE

charles_leclerc: GOSH

glenpowell: i would like to make it very clear that i have no interest in learning how to drive a f1 car!

charles_leclerc: NO ONE CARES GLEN

user9: i love when yn posts because i just know the comments are going to be filled with the drivers acting like they have no decorum

landonorris: i know where you live

alex_albon: movie night?

maxverstappen1: i already watched it

georgerussell63: we know…we all saw the picture of you decked out in pink at the movie theater

user10: LMAO

user11: it makes so much sense that the first time we see max in pink is when he’s supporting yn

lewishamilton: so excited to see it! 🩷

yourusername: love you 💚

charles_leclerc: I LOVE YOU TOO YN

maxverstappen1: i want love

alex_albon: can’t remember the last time you said that to me…sigh…

georgerussell63: love me next?

oscarpiastri: playing favorites i see 🤨

landonorris: i love you too 🥰

user12: bring back shame

user13: their desperation makes me sick

oscarpiastri: i guess ill watch barbie now

yourusername: why are you pretending like you weren’t the first to ask me for spoilers?

oscarpiastri: no clue what you’re talking about???

yourusername: mhm sure osc sure

user14: osc 🥹

landonorris: i know where you live

yourusername: what is wrong with you?

landonorris: i’m outside your door

user15: it’s official, lando is killing yn so he can win more races

. . .

notes: thank you for requesting!! hope you don’t mind i used this for my redbull!reader au :)

[sweetiecutie]

Underbed monster! Simon who was absolutely delighted when you first moved in. Such a pretty little thing, so sensitive to subtle change in aura whenever he stirred under your mattress, making you throw a concerned look around your room, trying to figure out what exactly it was that disturbed you. How, he was going to have so much fun with you!

Underbed monster! Simon who just can’t help himself from looming over you while you sleep, carving every smallest detail of your cute face into his memory. Can you blame him tho? Not when you’re all soft and vulnerable before him, smacking and pouting those puffy lips as creature’s presence caused your dreams to take a darker turn. Your fear tasted delightful.

Underbed monster! Simon to whom you’ve woken up quite a few times, looking up straight into those red glowing eyes until your sleep paralysis worn off, this creature disappearing immediately after you finally regained your ability to move. But you never thought too deep into that. After all he was just a figment of your imagination, right?

Underbed monster! Simon who started to grow fond of you rather quickly. He liked it how tidy you were, not intruding his space with empty bottles and whatever else trash - unlike past inhabitants of this house. He quite literally lived for nights when you were restless in your bed, finally giving up and opening a drawer of your bedside, retrieving pink dildo from within. Slowly but surely Simon shifted his diet from negative emotions from the nightmares he was causing to your positive, way sweeter feelings. Oh how delicious your pleasure was, Ghost literally purred while absorbing all the joy every orgasm brought you, your moans being too aloud for you to hear any strange grumbling.

Underbed monster! Simon who finally dared to touch you months after you moved into his place. He picked the perfect moment for it, right when you were on the very edge between reality and daydream, mind barely comprehending what was real and what was not. His black smokey tentacles crawled up from under the bed, slowly making their way to you plastered on your soft mattress, gently wrapping himself around your ankles. You paid no mind, mild coolness felt good against your hot skin, so you didn’t even think into it.

So underbed monster! Ghost shamelessly continued, his tentacles boldly slithering up your shins and then to your plush thighs, soon sliding under the hem of your panties. Wrapping himself around your clit and stuffing your pussy full of his appendages, literally purring at the taste of your pleasure mixed with slick, how blissful your velvety walls felt against him.

The next morning you woke up, only recalling some snippets of embarrassingly good wet dream you had, your cunny strangely sore, slick and overstimulated.

Underbed monster! Simon who has so many delightful and pleasurable things planned for you two, you just wait<3

Part 2 || part 3 || part 4

Requests are open<3

[h4m1lt0ns]

HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode fifteen :: BREAKING POINT.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴lewis hamilton x y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔ the qatar heat is taking everyone out, and the tension between y/n and lewis has reached a boiling point. (get it, ha, get it bc it was hot. ok.)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕ excessive cussing, angst.

☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

y/n: jesus christ is everyone okay

y/n: logan’s retirement killed me

y/n: is he okay i heard he got rly sick

y/n: i saw lance wasn’t doing well either

y/n: answer me ffs i’m worried

y/n: i WILL report you all as missing.

my baby lando: i’m okay, overheated to hell tho

papaya baby #2: yeah were alright here

papaya baby #2: logan is very sick tho and the heat made it worse

y/n: oh my god i hope he’s okay

chal eclair: it’s so fucking hot mate

chili!: i’ve sweat from places i didn’t think i can

PIERRE GASLYYYY: yeah it’s a me too lmfao

yukino: i want to kill myself

y/n: pls don’t 🤍

my baby lando: now wait

my baby lando: is there drama in the mercedes garage

papaya baby #2: yeah that crash was pretty bad 👀

princess george: no we’re all good here 🤷🏻‍♂️

princess george: y/n lewis is looking for you tho

honey badger: OUUUUUUUUU

alabono: i ship it so bad

y/n: did he say why 😀

princess george: no but he seems to be packing up to leave, so catch him before he’s gone

y/n: ik u said no drama but was he like ,, mad?

angel carmen: oop

princess george: he looked upset ig but idk hope this helped 🩷

y/n: thank u it didn’t 😍

chili!: bro go get ur man

y/n: he’s not my man.

y/n: yet

yukino: listen u little shit.

chal eclair: YET?????????????????

︴# ⸝⸝ : ★ real life ¡ ⌕ ⸝⸝ ﹒ ﹕

“lewis…” you trailed off with a slight frown on your face. your back was pressed against the wall as you watched lewis pack his belongings into a bag. he was clearly annoyed, borderline angry, he looked at you for a second before sitting on the sofa to tie his shoe laces.

“i’m sick of this shit.” lewis grumbled, his tattooed hands rubbing his temples, then down his face. he was getting really upset with everything that has been going on with mercedes and the car. the team hasn’t been showing up for him, ignoring his opinions and requests for change, and now, just acting like nothing happened when he literally crashed.

he threw the bag’s handle over his shoulder, sighing as he stood up. “do you wanna talk about it?” you ask, voice almost quiet. lewis looks at you, eyes trailing up and down your body, he exhaled again. “what are you doing after this?” he asks, walking over to you, and standing just a little too close.

you swallowed, blinking as you glanced between his eyes and lips. “uhm-.. nothing, just gonna go back to the hotel. have dinner, then go to sleep.” you answer as you begin to play with the hem of your shirt. he lewis hums, looking down at your hand. it was a nervous tic you had, he noticed it pretty quickly.

“do you wanna get dinner with me?” lewis asks, taking your hand in his bigger one.

you blink again.

is he asking you out? like on a date? …officially?

“y/n.” he says, slightly tugging at your palm, you hum. is this actually happening? “let me take you out. on a date. come get dinner with me.” he says, pulling you closer to him. you nod.

“yeah. i’ll go with you.” you finally answer. he smiles a little, but his smile doesn’t fully reach his eyes. he wasn’t happy, but a feeling of relief washed over his chest.

finally.

[qatar, 8:05 pm]

champagne bubbled in the tall crystal flutes, food that was once fresh now sat on the white ceramic plates growing cold. lewis was slightly zoned out, but just focused enough to be aware of his surroundings — murmurs of the other restaurant patrons, miscellaneous jazz playing quietly and the feeling of your hand in his.

he hasn’t let go since you both sat down almost an hour ago. you gently rub his knuckles, and he intertwines your fingers. lewis is focused on you now, his brown bambi eyes looking directly in yours, long lashes slowly batting as he blinked. exactly like a baby deer.

“talk to me.” you quietly coax him. you didn’t need him to talk to you, to tell you what’s wrong. you already knew what’s wrong. you knew exactly what was wrong, but you still wanted needed him to talk, because apart from wanting to hear his voice, you wanted him to not keep his thoughts and feelings bottled up.

with everything he’s been through recently, it wasn’t long until he became a ticking time bomb. that was the last thing you wanted to happen.

“i dont know what to say.” i said, voice almost strained. his grip on your hand tightened — keeping him grounded, granting him a sense of security maybe — and with his other words he points to his chest. “it’s here.” he says, motioning over his heart, “i can feel it all here.” he says again.

you cover the back of his hand with your other hand, sighing a little. “did you talk to toto after you crashed? after the race ended?” you ask. lewis shakes his head, then lets out an ironic chuckle, “doesn’t matter what i say, nothing will change.” he says, still shaking his head.

“you can change.” you state.

lewis looks back at you, “what do you mean?”

you tilt your head slightly, questioning whether or not to say what you’re about to say, but you say it anyway. “lewis…” you began, gently caressing his wrist. “have you ever considered leaving mercedes?” you ask.

lewis frowned, his grip on you just now loosening. “what?” he asks, as if he couldn’t believe what you just said to him. “what do you mean by that?” he laughs — a poor attempt to mask his confusion. he’s a little shocked that you asked him that. …what?

“have you ever considered driving for a different team?” you asked, squeezing his hand a little to show that you’re serious. he frowns again, this time he pulls his hand away from yours.

it’s silent for a a hot minute or two, he hasn’t looked at you since. “you don’t.. no, no, you don’t get it.” he say, an anger bubbling in his tone. you frown a little, pulling your hands back and letting them rest in your lap. “lewis-” you began, only for him to cut you off.

“you don’t understand.” he states, clearly upset. “mercedes is all i know. from the beginning of my career, since i was karting, it was mercedes, when i started in f1 it was mclaren-mercedes, it’s still mercedes now.” he states, looking deep in your soul.

“lewis, it’s not-”

“do you hear what your asking me?” he condescendingly asks.

you’re quiet for a little, then you answer him. “yeah, i do. that team is not good for you anymore.” he chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest, “yeah, right.” he says, rolling his eyes. you scoff a little, “lewis, they’re mistreating you! what they’re doing to you isn’t normal, and it’s isn’t okay either.” you say.

“tsk, please.” lewis groans. “you don’t know what you’re talking about.” he adds, not looking at you. you sink back into your chair, “you’re right. i may not know everything that’s happening, but i’ve seen enough in the past couple months. you can’t just sit and let them keep treating you like this.”

“leave my team? why would i listen to you?” he asks.

“because i care about you-”

“i didn’t ask you to care.” the words spilled out of his mouth before he could even think, and he instantly regretted that. the way your shoulders slumped from your always perfect posture, the way your face now sat almost expressionless — he almost saw your heart fall out of your chest.

“oh.” was all you let out.

lewis swallowed thickly. god, he wanted to run face first into a brick wall. why the fuck would he say that? to you out of all people? seriously? he sat there, stewing in his own guilt and shame as he watched you grab your handbag and leave the table. jesus fucking christ, did he have to say that? there was no reason for him to push you away the he just did. just rude as fuck.

champagne bubbled in the tall crystal flutes, food that was once fresh now sat on the white ceramic plates completely cold. lewis was now fully zoned out, not even focused enough to be aware of his surroundings.

he had a lot to think about.

[randomusingsofalovesickgirl]

BACK TO FRIENDS: DAYLIGHT

masterlist

disclaimer: ai has been used to proofread my writing

a/n: can be read standalone, or as a blurb prior to the back to friend series! || also not fully proofread lol

🎶 daylight by taylor swift 🎶 if i'm honest by trousdale 🎶 friends by ed sheeran

When he invited you over for a cup of tea, the last thing you expected was getting dragged into his daily stream. 

“And today, we have a special, special, guest!” He exclaimed, drumming the table dramatically, before leaning in and reading the captions. “Chat, Chris is not special. He literally lives here, I can drag him in whenever.” 

You snorted, making George look in your direction and smile. Motioning for you to come in, you popped your head into the corner of the frame and waved enthusiastically. “Hey guys! Chris is safe today, I’m the one who got dragged today.” 

Most of your subscribers and followers know your feelings about Twitch: you respected the grind and the hustle, but you were not a fan. 

A tip came in, with the message: finally! 

Another one came in, she also joins u all the time tho

“She does, she does, I know,” George threw his arm around the chair you’re sitting in, “but what can I say? We just can’t get enough of her.” He pinched your cheek, making you roll your eyes and push his arm away.

George can u do smth else real quick we wanna talk to just her 

He scoffed, flabbergasted. “So, this is my stream, and you’re telling me to leave!” He turned to face you, “you’re stealing my spotlight! Leave now!” 

“Happy to!” Immediately, you stood up–teasing him and pretending to leave. His hand instinctively went to your arm, dragging you down back into your seat. “No, stay, stay, I’m kidding!” 

“I thought you wanted me to leave?” You retorted, arching your eyebrow. “Hey, maybe this is a sign I should start streaming…” Dozens of comments came in, supporting the idea. “I’ll stream at the same time as you as well, take away all your views…” You trailed off, teasingly. 

George dramatically put his hand on his heart, before you returned your attention to the chat. “Can you two watch this video, please?” George read out, navigating his mouse to the link. 

While George continued to entertain the chat, telling them about his day; you leaned in, curious—until the title loaded.

Your stomach dipped.

The caption read: “they’re fr dating but just not telling us,” followed with a series of hashtags including your names. 

It was a TikTok edit. Of course it was.

And then the music started. And you had to stop yourself from internally face-palming. 

Of course, it was Taylor Swift. No edit of anyone with Taylor Swift music could ever be just platonic. Ever. 

There were flashes from your own vlogs–your park walks, late-night food runs, gym sessions, dinner at yours. Snippets from friend’s videos; the two of you chatting to yourselves in a crowd of people, the video cropped to highlight the two of you giggling. It would cut to the game night he hosted, you sitting between his legs and him staring at you a little too long with a look you swore your roommate gave her boyfriend a million times. You, watching him, that same night and smiling. It ended on Arthur TV's stream, someone asking him where George was, only for him to respond that he was with you, "as always".

It played like a montage of a couple who just hadn’t admitted it yet, or a recap of a couple to be played at their wedding. A highlight reel of moments you didn’t realise anyone noticed. 

Your heart kicked in your chest.

“Wait, oh my gosh, what the fuck did you do?” you blurted, reaching for the mouse, clicking away on another video before George could properly see it. You forced a laugh, pulling your best “shocked by George being a dumbass” expression. The stream would see this as you getting distracted by a stupid video of George, a friend wanting to make fun of the other. 

Distraction was always the easiest weapon.

He looked up at the new clip. It was the football shoot—the one where he tripped and sprained his ankle.

“You knew about it!” he said, eyes lighting up. “That day was terrible.” He looked at you with a new look in his eyes, and you immediately had to turn away. You couldn’t give the fans any more ammunition. 

But still, you swallowed hard. He didn’t say it out loud, but you remembered it well. You got the call from Chris that George was being a baby, so you showed up to see George at home pouting like a kid who had all their candy stolen from them. You remember bandaging him up. How he insisted you stayed over. How you two watched a movie while you helped him iced his leg, with his head on your shoulder. The weight of him was so comfortable that it hurt a little.

He turned back to chat. “Why did you guys send us this? We literally lived it.”

You changed the topic before the stream could correct him. After all, they hadn’t sent that TikTok. You clicked on it, away from what they did send. 

You didn’t want him to see that TikTok. To overthink everything between you. 

And he hadn’t seen it. But you had. And you couldn't unsee it.

It suddenly felt like a spotlight was on you, burning you up; making you sweat. Your hands felt clammy, your cheeks felt flushed, and your heart felt like it was beating miles per minute. 

You tried to follow George’s voice as he kept talking to chat, but everything sounded far away. Muffled.

You were still seeing the edit. Still hearing the music.

“I once believed love would be burning red…”

Your throat tightened.

You’d been in denial because it was safer, funnier, easier. But sitting next to him now, while your heart raced and the chat erupted in chaos.

It wasn’t a joke anymore. 

You missed him when you didn’t see him. The day felt empty when you didn’t text him or see him at least once. Your mood depended on whether he laughed at something you said. You knew how exactly he likes his tea, his Twitch schedule, and the weird look of concentration he had when he was stuck editing. 

You realised your whole world was built around him without intending to.

And it’s crazy. First, he was that weird guy you met at a Sidemen video, doing impressions on stage. And now he was your lifeline. 

After seeing it played back to you, it finally hit you—

You liked George. 

And not just a little.

You liked him in a way that made your chest ache.

In a way you couldn’t laugh off.

In a way that scared you shitless.

And you don’t want to think about going home and rambling to your roommate about this realisation, who’d only say four words back to you: “I fucking called it.”

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Me when I realize Mimey reblogged something w my idea: Yippee!!!!

Me when I see Starlo Angst in it: GOD. DAMNIT!!!!!!!

Me, about to violently make a Deltafell Yellow Obsessions (DFO). Thanks Aster.

Lots of unhinged rambling below because I have to get this out of my head

Deltafell.. I would like to think it would take place in a bad part of town where the school district and the neighborhood is less taken care of. And thus, the darkworlds are more dangerous and falling apart at the seams literally as a contrast to the town. Instead of being classic RPG roles when you come in, it's kind of similar to zenith forms (just less so) where you take up the form of your obsession.

STARLO HAVING STILL RAN FROM HOME AND HAS BEEN BUNKING AMONGST HIS FRIENDS FOR A WHILE (sometimes catching naps in the streets if they ask him to find his own place because he really doesn't want to face his father after stealing the family gun and running away over something as petty as jealousy and resentment). Idk if his beloved gun would still be a comically large rifle or maybe something as simple as a pistol but he carries it everywhere. The feisty five are hooligans that cause trouble around town to scare people just for the attention and because they can. He smokes now too. Just to look cool. If he were to go to the dark world, I think it would be very hard to convince him to ever come out. Because down there he is somebody and people fear him and he isn't just some petty criminal. He's Shooting Star. (His gun is now also a comically big rifle to show both his need for affection and his bigass ego).

Orion's part of the police force and finds his brother on the streets sometimes. He can bring himself to force him to come home yet. He sometimes leaves gifts in alleyways for his brother and insists he's the one patrolling in that area so someone meaner (Undyne) doesn't find his brother and probably violently force him to go back to somewhere he hates.

Kanako is alive! A bit neglected (not harshly but just a very emotionally distant from her mother) and besties with selectively mute Clover. She finds the creepy music teacher (Dalv, creepy in that he looks like he'd probably eat you) more like a parental figure than her mom.

I'll post art and more info later if I think of more. I love this so much.