#literally the MVP of every run

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It is fortunate that Xueyi's body is mechanical, otherwise her back would surely hurt after carrying me through the entirety of Swarm Disaster

[arkofangels]

your dunk story has awakened something in me. can you please write another story featuring him?

ofc this is one of my first request so I want to take time to make it good, so please enjoy these dunk headcannons in the mean times!! I promise it well be posted very soon :)

Dunk Headcannons (SFW & NSFW)

SFW Headcanons – “BIG Wholesome Himbo Energy”

Gym Bro with a Heart of Gold: Dunk is the type to spot you at the gym before you even ask, handing you your water bottle like he’s been waiting his whole life to do it. Encouraging, uplifting, and always has a dad-joke locked and loaded. “Hydrate or diedrate, champ.”

Physical Touch and Acts of Service is His Love Language: A squeeze to your shoulder. A back pat that lingers. One-armed, sweaty hugs after a workout that leave you breathless in more ways than one. Even during breaks, his hand somehow finds your thigh—or your pinky hooks around his.

And when it comes to acts of service? He’s all in. Helping you stretch, spotting your lifts, tying your shoes, hauling groceries, massaging your calves after a run—he doesn’t just do things for you, he means them. Every action says: I’m here. I care. I want you to feel good—always.

Motivational Overdrive: You could be struggling through a single push-up and he’ll act like you just won the Olympics. “That’s my baby!! Look at that form! Hall of Fame material!!”

Attempts to Meal Prep, Fails: He tries to be healthy but ends up putting peanut butter on everything and calling it a day. Once offered you “a protein parfait” that was literally Greek yogurt, beef jerky, and granola in a Gatorade cup.

Sleeps like a Starfish: Sprawls out like he’s trying to take up the whole bed and win MVP while doing it. Wears only boxers and maybe one sock. Snores lightly. Definitely mumbles in his sleep.

NSFW Headcanons: (Now stay with me here, this man is a FREAK and you can't tell me otherwise.)

Praise Kink Hall of Famer: Everything is a cheer session. “You’re takin’ me so good, baby.” “Look at you—MVP of my heart.” “Fuck, your body’s my favorite sport.”

Built Like a Tank, Fucks Like One Too: He’s big. Thick. Always stretching you just a little too wide—but slow at first, always checking you're good before he starts really moving. He’s the type to leave you shaking and full.

Loves When You Wear His Gear: Especially his knee pads or sweatbands. Sees you in just his jersey and malfunctions. Will bend you over the nearest bench like a post-game press conference doesn’t exist.

Very Loud. And Very Into Yours: Grunts. Growls. Whispers “so fuckin’ hot” into your neck. But the thing that gets him off? Hearing you. The more noise you make, the more unhinged he becomes.

Into Overstimulation, But In A Loving Way: The kind to go multiple rounds and keep you in his lap, whispering, “You can give me one more, right?” while rubbing slow, lazy circles over your most sensitive spot.

Dom With a Sub Braincell: Will absolutely rail you senseless while calling you “coach.” Has no shame in begging for a taste, going down on you like it’s his pre-game meal. Big tongue. Big effort. Always finishes the job.

also did I forget to mention dunk is 1000% an ass over tits man, He lives for standing behind you while you squat, pretending it’s about your “form,” but his hands are already on your hips, eyes locked in. And don’t even get him started on the treadmill—he’ll suddenly “need” to stretch right behind you, pretending to tie a shoe while blatantly enjoying the view.

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Ms. Delinquent, Natasha

pairing: delinquent basketball captain! natasha romanoff x student council president! reader

synopsis: Y/N L/N, perfect student council president, gets paired with the school’s worst nightmare—rebel basketball captain natasha romanoff—for a major project. she’s late, annoying, and impossible to work with. but one unexpected moment makes Y/N wonder… is there more to natasha than the chaos she brings?

warnings: mentions of school fights and bruises (non-graphic) + tell me if i missed anything !! | wc: 2.3k | genre: romance, fluff, kinda enemies-to-lovers !! ;p

note: WOWOW, two posts in one day??? who is she??? (definitely not someone procrastinating her to-do list by writing about a rebel basketball captain and a stressed-out student council president falling in love—definitely not.)

anyway, hii !! i had way too much fun writing this !! >< also, feel free to send me messages, asks, or requests—i might (emphasis on might because I’m lazy, hehe) turn this into a series if you guys like it, aaa. ALSO, i really, really need to make a masterlist to keep my profile organized, but guess what? i’m too lazy. someone please bonk me with a pillow or smth. 💔

part one ♡‧₊˚ part two ♡‧₊˚

Y/N L/N

Year & Section: 12 - A

Position: Student Council President

Vibe: Miss Goody Two Shoes, Walking Honor Roll, and A Literal Angel

Known For:

- Fixing everyone’s mess (including Natasha’s)

- Straight As, Complete notes, and a color-coded Google Calendar

- Always wearing her ID. Always.

- Literally the only reason the faculty hasn’t given up on this school

- Smiles sweetly while saying, “That’s against school policy.”

NATASHA ROMANOFF

Year & Section: 12 - A

Position: Captain, Women’s Basketball Team

Vibe: Rebel Without a Cause, Hotheaded Heartthrob, and Leather Jacket Energy

Known For:

- Cutting class but still scoring MVP

- Pulling up to school on a motorcycle (allegedly)

- Has a permanent seat in detention—but makes it look like a throne

- Once made a guy cry during a scrimmage... with just a glare

- Looks like she doesn’t care—until it’s Y/N.

What would you do if you got partnered with your polar opposite for a school project? Like... the girl who's practically allergic to rules, shows up late to every class—if she even shows up at all—and somehow makes your life as student council president ten times harder just by existing?

Well, I have... and here's how the story goes.

She's Natasha Romanoff.

If there’s one person on this campus who gives me a headache at least three times a week, it’s Natasha Romanoff.

Captain of the women’s basketball team. Standing at six feet of pure chaos. The type of student who thinks rules are suggestions and uniforms are optional. She’s the exact kind of person I swore I’d never get involved with. You know—the delinquent, the rebel, the walking red flag your mother warned you about.

She rarely shows up to class. And when she does? She’s either asleep, doodling in her notebook, or getting sent out for being a 'distraction.' Her file in the faculty office is thicker than the student handbook—and I would know, I helped revise it.

She picks fights like it’s a sport. She’s been banned from three different cafeterias for fighting in line. Her knuckles are always bruised, her lip usually split, and yet she still walks around like she owns the whole school—because somehow, she kind of does.

It drives me insane. I’m the student council president. I run this place on schedules, protocols, and peacekeeping. I solve disputes between orgs, approve event permits, and enforce policies like my life depends on it—which, sometimes, it kind of does. So imagine my horror every time her name pops up on my desk. 'Romanoff punched someone again.' 'Romanoff’s skipping classes again.' 'Romanoff's motorcycle is parked on the faculty lawn again.'

She's a walking nightmare for someone like me.

Worse, she seems to have no plans for her future. No goals. No ambition. Just… basketball. That’s all she ever thinks about. Practice. Games. Scores. Like the world outside the court doesn’t exist. It’s frustrating. It’s pathetic. And yet—she plays with so much fire, it almost makes you forget everything else. Almost.

Tip: don’t be fooled by her soft-looking face. Sure, she’s got those calm green eyes and a lazy smile that makes girls weak in the knees, but trust me—she’s all sharp edges underneath. Dangerous. Reckless. Untouchable.

Naturally, girls chase after her like she’s a rom-com lead in real life. I’ve seen love confessions on paper cups, flowers in her locker, and girls literally waiting outside the gym after practice hoping she’ll so much as glance at them. But you know what’s weird? Despite how egoistical she is—despite the arrogance, the swagger, the attention—I’ve never seen her date anyone. I’ve never even heard rumors of her with anyone. Not once.

And then came the groupings for our Humanities project. A randomized draw, they said. Fate, I’d argue.

It was one silly project. That’s all it was supposed to be. A one-time, two-week, half-grade assignment. But it led to the one thing I never expected...

Actually knowing her.

That was the day everything changed.

That was the day Natasha Romanoff looked at me like I wasn’t just the school president... but something more.

—

You hear your name and Natasha Romanoff’s in the same sentence and immediately feel the universe collapse.

“Group three… Romanoff and L/N.”

The room goes silent. A beat of stunned silence, and then—

“WHAT?”

“Oh my god.”

“No way.”

“Lord, this is my Roman Empire.”

You shut your eyes and exhale slowly.

“Y/N,” Wanda whispers, clutching your arm like you’re on a sinking ship. “Tell me I heard wrong.”

You stare at your teacher. “Miss, is there a mistake—?”

“No mistakes,” she says cheerfully. Too cheerfully. “I think this will be a… fun dynamic.”

Yelena is already cackling. “Good luck, president,” she sings. “You’re gonna need it.”

Behind you, Natasha Romanoff stretches in her seat like she didn’t just cause a classroom-wide scandal. She yawns, leans back, spins her pen between her fingers like a basketball. You lock eyes for exactly two seconds. She smirks.

And just like that, you know you’re doomed.

—

Later that afternoon

You’re pacing by your locker, chewing your lower lip. You don't have Natasha’s number. But Yelena does.

“I hate this,” you say, typing quickly. “This feels like betrayal.”

“Calm down, you’re literally texting her for school,” Yelena replies while eating fries. “Now go! Be a good president and go manage your delinquent girlfriend.”

“She is not my—never mind.”

You shoot her a glare, then copy the number. You stare at your phone for a full minute before finally typing:

You expect to be left on read. Or worse—no response at all.

But she replies.

You blink.

She does find you. Within ten minutes.

You watch her walk in like she owns the place. In her hoodie, earrings glinting under the warm light, one earbud in, backpack slung over one shoulder. She moves like a secret, like danger with a pulse.

She drops into the seat across from you. “Hey.”

You glance at the time. “You’re… early.”

She shrugs. “Skipped practice.”

Your jaw drops. “What?! Why would you—”

“To work on the project,” she says simply, like it’s obvious.

You gape at her. “You skipped practice. For school.”

“Don’t make a big deal out of it, presidente,” she teases, resting her chin on her hand. “You messaged. I showed up. That’s the arrangement, right?”

You can’t even tell if she’s being serious. But her eyes are calm, and she actually opens the module you printed out. No complaints. No smart remarks. Just… reading.

You snap out of it and start discussing your plan. She listens. Occasionally nods. Offers surprisingly decent ideas. You make notes. You don’t notice that your voice grows more relaxed. You don’t notice how she’s been watching you the whole time—not the paper. Not the topic. You.

“You know,” she says once you finish outlining the draft, “you talk a lot when you’re nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“Hmm,” she hums. “Cute.”

You nearly choke on your water.

—

Once you pack up

“Okay, I’ll message you updates after I type the outline,” you say, stuffing your planner into your tote. “Thanks for actually showing up, by the way. I didn’t expect you to.”

Natasha stands, slinging her bag onto her shoulder. “I’ll walk you home.”

You pause. ��What?”

“It’s late. You’ve got three books in your bag, and your tote’s heavier than Yelena’s sarcasm. Come on.”

You blink at her. “Are you… being nice?”

“Don’t ruin it,” she deadpans.

You roll your eyes but… follow her. She doesn’t ask for your address. She already knows it. (You don’t want to know how.)

The walk is quiet. She keeps her hands in her pockets, glancing at you every few steps like she’s making sure you’re still there. At one point, she slows down to match your pace. You pretend not to notice. But your heart’s doing cartwheels.

When you reach your gate, you turn to her. “Okay, um… thanks. Again.”

She shrugs. “Text me when you’re editing. I wanna see what it looks like.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You care about the final output now?”

She gives you a lopsided smirk. “You care. That’s enough reason.”

Before you can respond, she’s already walking away.

You stand at your gate, heart thundering, cheeks warm.

What just happened?

—

Meanwhile, the group chats are on fire.

—

Your phone buzzes again—more group chats lighting up, your friends collectively losing their minds—but you don’t check them right away. You’re still thinking about her voice. The way she said you care, that’s enough reason. It loops in your head like a song you’re not ready to skip. And for the first time since the semester started, you’re not thinking about deadlines, reports, or disciplinary forms.

Outside, your phone buzzes again.

You smile.

You think that’s it. But then…

Your jaw drops. You type furiously.

You let out an annoyed huff. Or at least, that’s what you tell yourself it is. But deep down, you’re smiling like a fool under the covers, kicking your feet just a little—just enough to feel ridiculous.

Because Natasha Romanoff just told you sweet dreams.

Because she showed up. Listened. Skipped basketball for a group project.

Because somewhere between the chaos and the attitude and the teasing, you’re starting to realize something terrifying:

She’s not just a delinquent.

She’s not just trouble.

She’s kind of wonderful.

And she’s starting to mean something to you.

You’re so doomed.

You’re thinking about Natasha Romanoff.

You fling your pillow over your face to muffle the scream

You close your eyes, the ghost of her smirk burned into your mind.

Tomorrow’s going to be interesting.

Very, very interesting.

[itacats]

Butcher Shop Connection - FINALE

FT: Simon x gn!reader

Warnings: DV, abuse, ex breaking into house, please let me know if anything else should be here!🙏

SUM: Years after overcoming loss, you find peace with Simon, your steady support. When Tom, a figure from your past, returns, Simon defends you, subduing Tom and reaffirming his commitment. You, now free from fear, embrace a future with Simon, built on trust and love.

A/N: And there you have it, folks—our heartfelt drama meets its fist-throwing, police-siren-climax conclusion! 😌💥 Who knew Simon had such a flair for multitasking—protecting, loving, AND taking out the trash (literally)? To everyone who's been here since the beginning: you're the real MVPs. And if you're just here for Simon's jawline and knuckle-dusting heroics…same. Same. 💖✨

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Part 10 - Promises Kept

Years Later…

The sun lingers low in the sky, casting its warm, golden light across the familiar street that has witnessed so many of your life’s milestones. A soft breeze rustles the leaves of the trees that line the pavement, the world quietly turning. You stand at the window, the worn ceramic of your coffee mug nestled in your hands, its warmth a comforting companion to the chill of the evening air. It's been years since Tom was taken from your life, yet the shadows of those days still hover just beneath the surface of your thoughts, unwelcome but persistent. You’ve found peace in the time that has passed, but it hasn’t come without its cost—time, after all, is the only healer that requires you to face the wounds it leaves behind.

The sound of the doorbell interrupts your reverie, and with it comes a rush of anxious energy, the sharp reminder that some echoes of the past never quite fade. You take a steadying breath, knowing it’s just Simon, and yet the instinctive surge of anxiety still clutches at your chest. You open the door, and there he is—Simon, standing tall in the late afternoon light, with that grin of his that has always made you feel like everything might just be alright. His dark hair is slightly tousled, his broad shoulders relaxed but still carrying the weight of every promise he’s made to you.

"Ready for our road trip?" he asks, his voice low and teasing, a familiar spark of mischief in his eyes. He brushes a stray lock of hair from your face, the touch gentle, like he’s always known exactly how to calm the storm within you.

You can’t help but smile back, feeling the flicker of joy beneath your ribs. "Let’s do it," you reply, the weight of years of struggle, loss, and fear dissolving just for a moment, leaving behind only the warmth of his presence.

Simon has been a quiet anchor in your life, a steady presence that has filled the emptiness Tom left behind. His laughter has become a balm for the deep scars, and his quiet moments—those fleeting seconds where nothing is said, only felt—have slowly woven themselves into the fabric of your heart.

The following morning from your much needed roadtrip brings with it a chill that brushes against your skin like an unwelcome reminder of colder days. The familiar routine of your day is like any other—until you walk toward your car and find it refusing to start. Your hand turns the key in frustration, but the engine just sputters, its refusal an unwelcome reminder of how even the smallest of setbacks can stir the seeds of anxiety.

You lean against the hood, a heavy sigh slipping from your lips, when you hear Simon’s voice. “Stubborn old thing, isn’t she?” he calls out, his truck rumbling behind him, the engine running smoothly as always.

“Ugh, tell me about it,” you mutter, kicking the tire in mock frustration, the playful energy returning with his presence.

Simon chuckles, a sound that fills the space between you both with warmth. "I’ll let you borrow my trusty steed. It’s just begging to be taken for a spin." His grin is wide and easy, his eyes shining with that same lighthearted mischief that always manages to break through the tension.

You laugh and nod, grateful for his offer. As he bends down to hand you the keys, his lips brush against your cheek in a soft, lingering kiss, a gesture that still sends warmth blossoming across your skin. He waves as he heads back toward the house, and you stand there for a moment, the weight of his affection settling into the marrow of your bones. For a fleeting second, you feel a strange contentment—a quiet peace that, for now, erases the anxieties that have clung to you for years.

The day trudges on, as days often do, and by the time the evening wraps its cool fingers around the sky, you find yourself weary, your bones heavy with the fatigue of living. You expect Simon to be there when you get home—waiting with dinner, or a book, or maybe just curled up on the couch ready to watch one of your favorite movies. But tonight, something feels off. The lights are dim, the atmosphere heavy with an unspoken tension that coils in the corners of the room.

And then you see it—the unmistakable shape of Tom’s car parked outside. The sight of it sends a jolt through your chest, a cold wave of panic crashing into the calm you’d fought so hard to build. Tom is back.

For a moment, your world tilts on its axis, a dizzying blend of fear and dread. What if he’s here for you-or worse-Simon? What if he wants to finish what he started all those years ago?

Inside the House

The door slams open, the sound sharp and final in the stillness of the house.

Tom steps into view like a shadow from the past, his presence heavy with menace. His eyes glint with the same malicious energy that you remember so well, the anger in them simmering like a pot about to boil over. Your heart races as you backpedal, moving swiftly toward the back of the house, your mind whirling with options.

You find Simon in the kitchen, every muscle in his body tense, his eyes locked on the doorway as if waiting for the storm to break. The silence is broken by Tom’s voice—grating, laced with venom. "I always knew you were a coward," he sneers at Simon. "You can’t protect them forever."

Simon’s posture stiffens, his hands curling into fists. He’s not the same person he was when he first entered your life. The boy who once faltered under the weight of his own fears has been replaced by a man who will do anything to protect what’s his.

“I promised…” Simon growls, his voice low and dangerous, a quiet fury pulsing through each word. He’s not scared anymore. He’s not the boy who had no choice but to endure. Now, he’s a man who stands tall in the face of any threat.

Tom lunges, but Simon is faster, his movements fluid and precise. With a single, sharp pivot, Simon blocks Tom’s advance, his fist connecting with Tom’s jaw in a sickening crack that reverberates through the room.

Your head swirls with memories of the past, faded scars feel fresh, but after you come back to reality you rush into the kitchen, your breath catching in your throat as you see the scene before you. Tom, unconscious, slumped in a chair, his hands bound tightly with a cord from a nearby table lamp. Simon stands over him, his fists bloodied but his stance unwavering, his eyes fierce with the same protective resolve that has kept you safe all these years.

“Simon!” you gasp, your voice barely a whisper.

For a heartbeat, time seems to stand still. Simon looks at you, his expression a mixture of rage and regret, his breath coming in short bursts as he wipes the blood from his knuckles. “I promised,” he says softly, his voice carrying the weight of every sacrifice he’s ever made. “That I would protect you. And I intend to keep that damn promise.”

Before you can process the words, the wail of sirens pierces the air, growing louder until the officers burst into the house. The sight of them seems almost surreal—too much, too fast. You stand there, frozen, as they quickly take in the scene, their eyes flicking from Simon to Tom and back again.

Soon, Tom is being led away in handcuffs, his face contorted with fury, his pride shattered but his anger never once dimming. The reality of what just transpired begins to settle in, and you feel a wave of disbelief wash over you.

The house falls quiet once the police have gone, the weight of the night’s events pressing down on your chest. You find Simon sitting beside the kitchen table, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion, his breath still ragged from the confrontation. You move toward him, your heart aching for him in a way that words could never fully capture.

“I’m sorry…” he whispers, his voice thick with something you can’t quite place—regret, perhaps, or maybe just the remnants of fear. He doesn’t need to say more.

You take his hand, the calluses on his palm familiar and comforting, and shake your head. “You protected me,” you murmur, the truth of those words resonating in every fiber of your being.

His eyes meet yours, and in them, you see the depth of his devotion. “You are my world,” he admits softly, pulling you close, and for the first time in years, you allow yourself to believe it.

In the days that follow, the world begins to feel lighter, the weight of the past easing with each passing moment. Together, you and Simon rebuild what was broken, finding strength in one another. You are no longer defined by the shadows that once haunted you; instead, you are shaped by the love and protection that Simon has given you, and the life that you both will now create, free from fear, free from the wreckage of the past.

And for the first time in years, you look toward the future with hope—a future built on trust, on promises kept, and on the quiet understanding that, no matter what, you’ll always have each other.

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[kathlare]

the alchemy

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie returns to the F1 paddock during the Miami Grand Prix, where emotions run high on and off the track.

Wordcount: 2.6 k

Warnings: fluff, smau, kinda suggestive content

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May 5th, 2024 - Miami, FL

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amelienation: Amelie has arrived at the paddock for the Miami Grand Prix alongside a friend and her sister, Stella! 💕 She’s here to support Checo, marking her first race appearance of the season. Looking stunning as always, can’t wait to see more of her this weekend! 🏎✨

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fan1: She really said, "Let me slay Miami while casually supporting my bro-in-law." 🔥 → fan2: @fan1 Bro, imagine being this iconic.

f1fanatic32: She’s back in the paddock, and all is right in the world 🌎✨

latinaf1love: Supporting Checo like the queen she is! 🫶 → drivetoamour: @latinaf1love She’s the real MVP. Forget the drivers, I’m here for her.

amieobsessed: Imagine if she dates a driver… I’d die. 😭 → landoislife: @amieobsessed Bestie she’s too good for any of them. Let’s be real.

pinktarmac: Miami AND Amelie?? We’re eating good this week 🥵 → fastfamfan: @pinktarmac Forget the race, this is the main event.

lanmilsupremacy: She’s here supporting Checo... but you KNOW she’s gonna end up in Lando’s garage somehow 👀💅 → amelieupdates: @lanmilsupremacy Friends supporting friends, right? Totally innocent... 👀

landoobsessed: Imagine if Lando and Amelie were actually dating though... that would break the internet fr. 😍 → f1shipperzzz: @landoobsessed Literally waiting for that soft launch any day now 💀

miamilover99: If I see one picture of her and Lando together this weekend, I’m DONE. My heart can’t take it. 💔 → oscarfan45: @miamilover99 Same, but also... I’m refreshing Twitter every five seconds. 😭

oscarfan101: Y’all KNOW Lando’s gonna act suspicious all weekend now that she’s here. 😂 → landosimp23: @oscarfan101 The man’s gonna stutter through every interview, bet. 💀

hatersgonnahate: She’s only here for attention. Like, we get it, you’re famous.

landoismyman: She better not end up with anyone else on the grid. I’m still holding out for my otp. 🥹

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The Miami sun was blazing, the roar of engines echoing through the circuit. Amelie stood in the Red Bull garage with her sister Stella, who was animatedly chatting with Checo's engineer. Amelie’s attention, however, was firmly fixed on the big screen in front of her, where the final laps of the race played out. Her heart was pounding in sync with the commentator's excited voice.

Lando was leading.

The McLaren driver, her Lando, was within grasp of his first-ever Grand Prix victory. She could barely breathe as she watched him expertly navigate the track, holding off Max Verstappen with a precision and calm that had the crowd on their feet.

She wasn’t supposed to be here, not this close to the action. Being in the McLaren garage would’ve raised suspicions, so she’d accepted Stella’s invitation to watch with Red Bull. But now, standing among strangers, the idea of keeping her emotions in check felt impossible.

When Lando crossed the finish line, the world seemed to stand still for a moment before erupting into chaos. The commentator’s voice cracked as he shouted, “Lando Norris takes his first-ever Formula 1 victory in Miami!”

Amelie’s knees buckled, tears streaming down her face before she even realized it. She brought her hands to her mouth, trying to stifle a sob, but the dam had broken.

—Oh my God,— she whispered, voice trembling.

Stella turned to her, a knowing smile on her lips. —Go.—

Amelie hesitated for only a second before bolting out of the garage. Her mind was a blur, her body moving on pure instinct as she weaved through the crowds and dodged security personnel. She barely registered the cheers or the sea of orange-clad fans.

She reached the pit lane just as Lando pulled into the designated spot, his car stopping amid a swarm of jubilant McLaren team members. Without thinking, she pushed her way through the cluster of orange uniforms, earning a few startled looks but no resistance.

The adrenaline of the moment was buzzing in her veins, her chest tight with excitement and raw emotion. Amelie didn’t think. She couldn’t think. All she could see was Lando, his helmet still on, his body emerging from the car as the pit crew celebrated around him.

Her heart was pounding so loudly in her chest, it drowned out the noise of the cheers from the crowd. She could feel the warmth of the Miami sun on her skin, but it all faded into the background as she pushed forward, her eyes locked on Lando. He was laughing, his face lit up with joy, but it was when he looked over and saw her that the world seemed to stop.

Lando’s expression shifted instantly from celebration to something softer, something intensely familiar. His eyes widened for just a second, and before anyone could stop him, he was pushing through the crowd, sprinting toward her.

Amelie couldn’t breathe. She didn’t know what she was doing, didn’t know why she was crying or why she’d run here, but the second his arms wrapped around her, the tears didn’t stop.

Lando’s voice broke through the buzzing in her ears. —Ames, baby— he murmured, his hands cupping her face as he pulled her into him. His lips crashed into hers, not soft, but frantic, hungry, like he’d been waiting for this moment, just like her.

The kiss was everything. His lips were warm and familiar, tasting of the salt from sweat and the intense excitement of his victory. His arms were strong around her, his hands threading through her hair, holding her in place as if he couldn’t bear to let go. And, for a moment, neither of them cared who was watching.

The cameras were already there, catching every second, every desperate kiss, and the crowd erupted in cheers. But for Amelie and Lando, it was just the two of them in the middle of everything. She forgot the world around them entirely as she lost herself in the kiss, her hands trailing up his chest, pressing him closer.

When they pulled back, panting for air, their foreheads rested together, and Lando’s breath was unsteady. —Fuck, Ames, I thought you’d never do that.— He laughed, breathless, eyes wide with disbelief and joy.

Amelie laughed too, wiping the last of her tears away. She could hear the commotion behind them, the pit crew still cheering, but it felt distant. The only thing that mattered was this moment with him. —I didn’t plan this, Lan,— she admitted with a slight chuckle, her hands still resting on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.

Lando grinned, eyes soft but intense, and kissed her again, this time gentler. —Guess we’re out of the secret club now, huh?—

Before Amelie could respond, she was swept up in a wave of McLaren team members, all clapping him on the back, lifting him into the air in celebration.

Amelie watched, still caught up in the whirlwind of emotion, as Lando was carried by his team, laughter and cheers filling the air. The reality of the moment hit her again. He’d won. He’d really won. And now, everyone knew they were together.

She wiped away another tear, trying to steady herself as she made her way toward the podium area, keeping her eyes on Lando the whole time. She couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe she was watching him, the man who’d been her best friend and then something more, up there on the top step, holding the trophy with the biggest smile on his face.

When Lando finally stood on the podium, her heart swelled with pride. The champagne sprayed, the crowd screamed, and he held the trophy high above his head, looking out at the fans. But all Amelie could see was him, her Lando, standing there, shining in the spotlight. And her tears didn’t stop.

She couldn’t hold back anymore.

Her hands shook as she watched him, the sound of the crowd fading into the background. This was real. This moment, this victory, it was everything they’d both been working for, even if it wasn’t the way they’d planned it. She was crying now, openly, the tears streaming down her face as she clapped and cheered, completely unable to stop the wave of emotion flooding over her.

When the ceremony ended, Amelie stayed back, her heart still racing. She didn’t want to crowd him, not yet, not when he was still caught up in the media frenzy.

She waited outside the McLaren Team Hub, pacing anxiously as the minutes stretched into what felt like hours. The cool evening air of Miami was a welcome relief after the scorching heat of the day, but Amelie couldn’t bring herself to relax.

Her phone buzzed in her purse, but she ignored it, not wanting to be distracted. All she could think about was Lando, and how she’d kissed him, and how this moment—his first win, their first kiss in front of everyone—would change everything.

Finally, she saw him. The door to the team hub opened, and there he was, looking fresh and clean, dressed in a McLaren team shirt, his hair still damp from the shower but that familiar cocky grin on his face.

Amelie felt her heart skip a beat as he caught sight of her. His grin softened instantly, and he walked toward her, his strides long and confident.

—Hey, Ames,— Lando said with a teasing smile, his voice still thick with emotion from the day. —You look stunning. But are you okay? You’ve been crying like a little baby.—

Amelie rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop the smile that stretched across her face. —Shut up, Lan. You won your first race. Of course, I’m emotional.—

He pulled her into his arms, his lips finding hers in a sweet kiss. The world seemed to disappear as she kissed him back, her hands trailing up to cup his face.

When they pulled away, Lando rested his forehead against hers. —Let’s get to the hotel, yeah? I’m ready to celebrate properly.—

—Are you now?— she teased, but the grin on her face was wide.

As they made their way to the hotel, Amelie’s mind couldn’t help but drift to the after-party. They were both ecstatic, both a little tipsy from the excitement and the lingering effects of the champagne. But when they arrived at the party, the energy shifted.

Lando was surrounded by people congratulating him, and Amelie found herself sticking close to him. She hated the way some of the other girls kept throwing flirtatious glances his way, their fingers brushing his arm just a little too long, trying to get his attention.

But it didn’t bother her as much as it would have in the past. Because the second those girls leaned in, Lando would turn to her, his eyes only on her.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer, her lips pressing against his ear. —You’re not going anywhere, Lan.—

He chuckled, nipping at her ear in return. —Never, Ames.—

As the night wore on, the party’s energy seemed to intensify. The music was loud, and the lights were flashing in every direction. But amidst the crowd, Lando and Amelie were like a little world of their own. They danced together, laughing and teasing, their bodies moving in sync to the beat. It was one of those nights where everything felt perfect, where the connection between them felt so natural, so easy.

Amelie felt the warmth of Lando's hand on her back as they danced, his touch sending electricity through her. The alcohol had loosened them both up, and their playful teasing grew a little bolder. Every time she laughed, Lando's eyes would light up, and every time she brushed her lips against his, his hands would find their way to her waist, pulling her even closer.

But she could feel the tension between them building—an energy that had been simmering under the surface for months, maybe longer. She could see it in the way he looked at her, the way his hands lingered on her body, the way their kisses had become more urgent as the night wore on.

At one point, Lando leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, his voice thick with desire. —You’re driving me crazy, Ames.—

Amelie shivered at the sound of his voice, her hands tracing the outline of his chest before sliding up to his neck. —Is that so?— she teased, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn’t deny the way he made her feel—the way his touch seemed to light her up from the inside out.

He smiled against her skin, pressing a kiss to her neck that made her pulse quicken. —Yeah,— he murmured, his lips brushing her jaw. —You’ve been killing me with those looks all night.—

Amelie laughed softly, but the sound was shaky, the heat in her chest turning into something more. She felt her heart race as she tilted her head back, giving him more access to her neck. —You’re such a flirt, Lan,— she whispered.

He chuckled against her skin, the sound vibrating through her. —Only for you, Ames,— he said, his voice low and raspy.

But as the night went on, Amelie couldn’t ignore the way her body responded to his closeness, the way every touch, every kiss felt more urgent, more desperate. There was a tension building, a hunger that neither of them had been able to ignore for too long.

Eventually, they found their way to a quieter corner of the venue, far from the noise of the party. Lando backed her up against a wall, his body pressing into hers as his lips crashed against hers once more. The kiss was heated, urgent, as though neither of them could wait any longer.

Amelie felt the heat of his hands on her waist, pulling her flush against him, and she responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his damp hair, tugging him closer. Every inch of her body seemed to crave him, and she could feel the same hunger in his every movement.

—Fuck, Ames…— Lando groaned against her lips, his hands sliding down to her hips, gripping her tightly as though he couldn’t get enough. Amelie’s breath hitched in her throat, and she pressed her body even closer to his, feeling the hard heat of him against her.

She pulled away just slightly, her eyes meeting his, her lips swollen from the kisses. —Lando,— she breathed, her voice trembling with the need building inside her. —I think we need to get out of here.—

He nodded without hesitation, his gaze dark and intense. —Yeah,— he said, his voice rough. —Let’s go.—

They didn’t even look back as they made their way out of the party, their hands intertwined, hearts pounding in their chests. Neither of them said anything, but the silence between them was filled with anticipation.

Once they reached his hotel room, the door slammed shut behind them, and it was as if the world outside didn’t exist anymore. Lando didn’t waste a second, pulling her toward him, his lips claiming hers again, more desperately this time. Amelie’s hands found the buttons of his shirt, tugging at them as she kissed him back with equal urgency.

Her heart raced as she felt his hands slip under her skirt, his touch sending shocks of desire through her. —Fuck, you feel amazing,— he whispered, his voice hoarse as his lips trailed down her neck.

Amelie moaned softly, tilting her head back to give him better access, her fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the intensity of the moment, and she wanted more. She wanted all of him.

—Lando…— she breathed, her hands trembling as they explored his chest, her nails grazing his skin.

He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire, before he pulled her top and skirt over her head in one swift motion. The moment she was in just her underwear, he lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed as if she weighed nothing. His hands were everywhere, caressing her skin, as though he couldn’t get enough of her.

Amelie’s breath caught in her throat as Lando hovered over her, his lips kissing a trail down her body. She arched into him, her hands threading through his hair, urging him on.

—Fuck, you’re beautiful,— he murmured, his lips brushing over her stomach.

Her body responded to his every touch, every kiss, and she pulled him back up to her lips, kissing him fiercely. Their hands were frantic, pulling at each other’s clothes, desperate to feel skin on skin.

When they finally came together, it was electric. Every inch of their bodies connected, every kiss, every touch, every sigh filled with the tension and desire that had been building for so long. It was messy and intense, the need for each other overwhelming.

And when it was over, they lay tangled together in the sheets, breathless, their bodies pressed close. Amelie’s head rested against Lando’s chest, and he kissed the top of her head, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on her back.

She smiled softly, her heart still racing. —That was… holy shit.—

Lando chuckled, his chest vibrating beneath her. —Told you I’d make you feel good, Ames.—

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landonorris: WWE FUCKIJG DID IT. P1 🏆

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ameliedayman: Finally, I get to kiss a winner. 🏆😏 Proud of you, champ. → landonorris: @ameliedayman Oh, I’m winning more than races tonight 👀.

fanspeedy: BRO FINALLY DID IT 🔥😭 WE BEEN WAITING SINCE 2019. → landofanboy69: @fanspeedy King secured the bag ON and OFF the track, no cap. 👀

minniemills: Tears in my eyes! Lando, you absolute legend. P1! 🏆 → landonorris: @minniemills Minnie, don’t cry, I’m barely holding it together myself. 😅

mclaren: And we said it: He’s built different. 🏆

taylorf1fan: Tears are streaming down my face 😭😭 LANDO REALLY DID IT. → lanmelie_endgame: @taylorf1fan He deserves it and we deserve this relationship reveal. 🙌👀

charles_leclerc: About time, mate. Just don’t think you’re catching me in Monaco 🥱 → landonorris: @charles_leclerc Watch me 😉

madisonbeer: KING SH*T 👑 So proud, Lando! → ameliedayman: @madisonbeer Right? I trained him well. 😉 → landoeditz_: @ameliedayman Girl, don’t play with us like that!

landohater69: Great, now his ego will be even bigger. 🙄

hayesgrier: Okay, Lando. We see you, trophy boy 🏆 Don’t forget who was rooting for you before you were cool. → ameliedayman: @hayesgrier Bro, you didn’t even watch F1 until like a year ago 💀 → hayesgrier: @ameliedayman Details.

maxverstappen1: Guess I’ll let you have this one 😉 Congrats, bro! Enjoy the moment. → landonorris: @maxverstappen1 Appreciate it, Max.

landosbiggestfan_: HE’S BEEN IN LOVE WITH HER FOR AGES AND NOW THIS?! I’M LOSING IT

amelieupdates_: Soft launch? Babes, this was a HARD LAUNCH.

racefan4ever: I KNOW we’re all vibing with the idea of them, but let’s just be real: THEY HAVE BEEN DATING, so don’t act surprised, ppl! → ln4nation: @racefan4ever Like seriously. We’ve BEEN rooting for them, and now it’s just a public affair! 🔥

beachbabealex: Lando’s been simping for Ames since 2020 and now he’s living the dream. Honestly, same. 👀

laneliefoever: I KNEW IT!! Lando's been OBSESSED with her since 2020 and now he’s finally living his dream. I CAN’T BREATHE!! 😭🔥 → lanosupporter92: @laneliefover SAME! He used to be all shy and now? A WHOLE DIFFERENT MAN.

ammyf1fan: Anyone else still in shock she kissed him in front of EVERYONE? Like, talk about setting the world on fire. 💥 → lanoloversunite: @ammyf1fan SHE HAD TO.

[elliezlils11utt]

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♡ SWEETHEART. ♡

pt 1 (reading), pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, epilogue

summary: Your basketball rivalry with Jacksons star player, Ellie Williams, distracts you from focusing on the big playoff game against them. its rumored she sleeps with a girl from every team she defeats. You try not to let her get in your head, but it proves harder than you thought…

pairings: masc basketball player!reader x basketball player!ellie. (masc for masc, unheard of in the tumblr community🙄)

contents: enemies to lovers, slow burn, Abby & dina cameo!!, high school AU, high school rivalry shit.

W/C: 1.5k ish?

Sweat beads drip from your face, jersey sticking to your skin as you fly from one side of the court to the other. You don’t have to look at the scoreboard to know that your team is up by more than double. The cocky smirk spread onto your lips is almost criminal. The ball slaming onto the floor echo through the gym’s ears, yet your’s are ringing. Your eyes land on your team mate, Abby Anderson, not surprisingly her smirk is larger than yours. You choke a laugh, and send her the ball. The two of you have been running circles around the small girls that called themselves a team. You've sat here and watched them bicker the entire game, calling eachother names while you and Abby rack up the score. Now you watch Abby's braid sway behind her as she goes up for the final layup of the game. Her defender trails behind her in defeat. And of course she takes her time with it, watching the clock fall to the final seconds so she can get the biggest reaction. And right on cue as if planned, (it was). The ball swirls around the rim just long enough to wait out the clock. As the buzzer signals the end of the game it falls through the net in the most dramatic way possible. Of course her little scheme worked and the crowd roared with her. You chuckle and watch the team carry her on their shoulders. You begin to walk to the team, but are quickly stopped by a familiar face.

“Oh. My. God. You guys were absolutely insane this game!” Dina grabs your arm as she speaks, wincing slightly feeling the sweat drip down your bicep. “I got so many good shots.” She holds up the camera hanging from her neck. The Wolf on her shirt signaling your school's mascot.

“Thanks dee!” You begin to walk over to your team in the midst of the after game chaos, Dina trailing behind you, her hands still snug around your arm. Your team is still carrying the ‘MVP’ on their shoulders, Abby's eyes find yours in the crowd, and she helps herself down.

“Yooo, y/n!! Good fuckin game.” As she approaches you she pats your back, handing you your water bottle.

“Same to you Anderson.” You chuckle and take a much needed sip of your water. “So, playoffs huh? Who are we playing?” Your question is directed towards Abby, but your eager best friend butts in.

“Right, so actually I'm pretty sure you guys are up against Jackson.” Dina holds her phone up, revealing Ellies instagram story, she's covered in sweat, her hair pulled into her classic half up bun. Remember seeing Abby's smirk on the court? Well Ellies in this photo is even more shit eating than hers. One side of her lips lifted, those perfect fucking teeth showing just barely. The caption reads, “See you next weekend Wolves.”

You scoff. An inevitable game you knew you were going to have to play, in more ways than one.

“Adressing us directly is fucking bold Williams.” Abby scoffs as well.

“Alright, look on the bright side. There is no way that we won't beat them next week, right?” You attempt to lighten the mood.

“Look, I know you guys don't like Ellie. I get it, you guys are rivals. But I'm telling you she isn't as bad as everyone makes her out to be.”

You roll your eyes. “Dina, that's the brainwashing talking.” you chuckle. Now it's dinas turn to scoff.

“No seriously. Sleeping with a girl from every team she’s defeated? Which is literally every team in the league..?” Anderson finishes packing her shit up and heads for the gym doors as she speaks, the two of you following close behind.

“I wonder who her target is for our team.” You question.

“Good thing we’ll never find out because we’re winning next weekend, yeah?”

“Fuck yeah.”

The three of you split in the parking lot, waving goodbye. As you and Dina walk towards your car she leans in close to you, and whispers playfully.

“You sure you don't wanna set me up with Abby?”

“Oh my god Dina, you need a girlfriend.” She giggles as you open the car door for her.

~~~~

The goal for this week is to stay out of the way from Ellie and her posse. Which basically means you will be inside of your house for the entire week leading up to the game. Ellie has a friend group from literally every single high school. So that means you see her at every party, every school dance, out in public. I mean it’s not like you have never seen her before, or played against her. For god's sake you've played Ellie since you've been kids. It's just the fact that you've never spoken to her. So yes, everytime you see her at a party, at a dance, or out in public you do get those butterflies. Not in the way that most girls get them when they see ellie. No, It's more of rivalry butterflies. And as far as you know it’s mutual. Ellie speaks to every other female ever, it's kind of her thing. But you’ve played Ellie since middle school and she's never once took the time to speak to you, or even look at you. So all of this to say you shouldn't be worried. She's scared of you, and that's for the better. But you can't risk her getting into your head. Everyone loves ellie, thats common knowledge. Fuck, in junior year one of the better teams in the league lost purposely to ellies team just so Ellie would fuck one of them. Perfect way to tear a team apart. They all wanted her, and you're guessing it didn't end well because, well you obliterated them earlier tonight. You just don’t get it. Sure she's a stereotypical masc, and on one of the best basketball teams in the league. But so are you, so what makes her so special? You sigh and plop down on your bed, phone lighting up at a notification.

Somehow Dina always drags you into her parties. But if Ellie won't be there then what's the harm? You trust Dee. If she told you Ellie wouldn't be there, then she wouldn’t. Maybe a party would get your mind off of everything. Plus when Dina hosts you know its going for be a fun time. Everyone goes fucking crazyyy because she knows how to throw a good party. And Dina is one of those people who can click with absolutely anyone. So she gets every school, every clique, and every sport to forget about everything for a night & just fucking have a blast. You make a lazy post about the party, answering any questions anyone has, you get a shit ton of DMs about it. One in particular catches your eye, its a profile picture you don’t know. At first you just think one of your friends changed their pfp, or maybe it’s one of the girls who’s in love with you that you hadn’t remembered.

when you see who it was your heart falls out of your chest.

fuck.

What are you even supposed to say? She’s never looked at your posts? You guys were mutuals from middle school, sort of just out of respect. You don’t interact with each other and honestly you forgot you even had her added. And now, a week before play offs, all of the sudden she wants to come to Dina’s party? You sit up in bed and stare at the text for way longer than you intended. Before you know it you’re calling Abby.

“Abby, im freaking out”. Now you have the phone set up on your dresser, pacing back in forth in your room.

“woah, hello to you too. whats up?”

“you saw my post about the party tomorrow right?”

“yea, what about it?”

“Ellie asked for the addy.”

“what?”

“she wants to come. do I give her the address?”

“I mean, honestly maybe we could fuck with her. Get in her head before she can get in ours you know?”

You sit back down on your bed. “Wait, your right. I’ll send her the address now. See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow weirdo-.” You cut her off quickly and open instagram, without thinking twice you type Dinas address into your messages and hit send. So much for avoiding her. buckle up sweetheart.

A/N: yes, i did repost this because it flopped yesterday, yes i am working on the second part and it will probably be out tonight or tomorrow, yes it will be longer, yes it gets juicy. 🔥🔥🔥

[micia-posts-stuff]

Some ramblings about chapter 113 of Spy x Family

I know I'm one week too late and all of this stuff has probably already been said by other people, but I have been too busy and tired to write down my thoughts earlier and I still wanted to do it, so here they are anyway :D

Spoilers under the cut

This will never not be funny part 1

This will never not be funny part 2

All jokes aside, I love how Endo uses manga as a medium for visual gags. Having Damian fight the sfx of his feelings and changing style for dramatic shoujo scenes, it seems like he's having a lot of fun coming up with these. Also Damian seems to be an expert when it comes to breaking the fourth wall ahah. Franky may be the one interacting with the readers outside of the story, but within the story itself, Damian's tsundere tendencies are too strong even for the fabric of their reality ahahah.

Also Becky being an absolute menace as usual, we love her for that. She's having way too much fun messing with Damian, who needs Berlint in Love when you can watch those two interact every day?

First of all "If you got problems, talk to us!" They are such good friends to him, I'm so glad! I'm so glad for every person Damian has on his side! He needs all the support system he can get. They are so precious!!!

Second, no it's not about language studies, if fact, that is a rare occasion for him to interact with Anya ahah.

Third, him clenching his heart in agony and literally fighting demons in his sleep, it's so cute, his crush is the cutest thing in the world I can't-

And lastly HE REALLY WENT FOR THE "IT'S NOT FOR ME, IT'S FOR A FRIEND OF MINE" EXCUSE. It's too funny T.T

AND OF COURSE THEY BELIEVED HIM T.T

These two I swear!

They know they are Damian's only friends, but no, he can't be lying! So instead of questioning him they assume there must be someone else! Comedy gold T.T

And it works because they are kids! I love how every miscommunication trope becomes more realistic and less annoying because they are kids and so it makes sense.

This whole chapter was a big win for Mr. Green, absolute MVP. Great advice for the characters and the readers. This chapter really resembled one of those kids cartoons ment to teach how to deal with different aspects of life, it was very nice.

I hope we get to see him more often, every time we see his mentoring skills they're an absolute treat!

Oh my heart!!! "You guys are my only true friends" T.T and their happy faces all sparky T.T

These three and their friendship are so precious to me!!! I really want to see a little chapter about how they met and how Ewen and Emile have come to respect Damian so much.

I really like how Damian tells them they're his friends here. Their dynamic was a bit stereotypical of the bully with his goons at the beginning, but I'm soooo happy that after that Endo has been constantly showing that no, actually, they really are friends. Tbh sometimes this friendship was a bit missing from Damian's side (Ewen and Emile jumping in the river for Damian and Emile not running away from the terrorist because Damian had "a bomb" on his neck, whereas Damian wanted to ask Ewen for his handkerchief to avoid getting a tonitrus < although this was also because of the panic about his father, but still) so for a long time I wanted to see him showing his affection for them somehow and in this chapter we finally got just that! For someone that has such a hard time dealing with his feelings, telling them "You guys are my only true friends" I'm sure means a lot. And you can see he's a bit embarrassed saying it, but he does it anyway because they're important to him!

First of all, very cool design for the Paradise Fist and Damian's dream sequences in general, but also veeery interesting lore drop about Donovan (dropping important lore like that in the middle of a silly chapter, classic Endo).

So Donovan was most likely in power when the war ended and that's probably where the idea that he stopped the war came from, at least from Damian's perspective. We know that Donovan is (likely) trying to start a new war, so it's very interesting that Damian considers him a man of peace. Is this his personal belief because he puts him on a pedestal or is it somewhat of a common idea amongst citizens? Did Donovan contribute to the birth of this image of himself or was it just a natural consequence? Does he want to be seen as a man of peace? Why did he even stop the war? A lot of interesting questions.

Regardless, I think this is also very important for Damian' character, that he admires his father because he thinks he stopped a war. First of all now it makes even more sense why he looks up to him so much. I mean it already made sense, but if we add the fact that, in Damian's pov, his father is responsible for the current peace, it's obvious that he'll keep admiring him, regardless of how cold he may be. Second it is very important to establish Damian's morals. Ever since he talked about his father during the war, in the bus hijacking arc, I wanted to know what he actually knew about his father's role in the previous conflict, if he aligned with his views and if he was indoctrinated somehow. But if he's convinced that his father stopped a war and he admires him for that, then it shows Damian is actually a pacifist, which will also make it all the more tragic when he'll eventually discover what Donovan is currently plotting.

Also it's interesting how Damian even ended up with these morals. Is Jeeves teaching him that? Does he do it following Donovan's orders or does he go against him? Or maybe it's just Damian's own personal values, it's not that weird that he naturally came to appreciate peace, I guess I just find it kinda weird that he wasn't taught the opposite. It's s very interesting.

Anyway, moving on

Yeah I think you really broke him Becky, he was fighting a Buzz demon in his sleep! The poor boy can't take any more! (The fiscal manifestation of the Paradise Fist is adorable!!!)

I love love loooove this part. The truth is that both Anya and Damian are geeky kids that have a lot of interests in common and they would have so much fun playing pretend together, if one of them wasn't so mean 👀

Anya likes the real Damian, the kid that likes action stories and has a big imagination. I really like that, because it shows she is not after him just because of Strix, it's obviously just his attitude that is throwing her off and that she actually appreciates his true self. I hope he'll start to realise that and embrace it. Like look at him! All the happy sparkles, he's so glad to have her attention. And the buzz going away. C'mon Damian don't you want to feel like this more often? Just a happy silly kid!

Also side note, he made the same face he made when he said Ewen and Emile were his only true friends! Adorable!

It seems like Damian has acknowledged and accepted his feelings of jealousy and that means that he has or he will acknowledge and accept the reason why they're there, the progression may be slow but it's definitely there and I really like how it's done.

Perfect way to end this chapter ahah, not only because it's funny, but also because it showcases yet another type of jealousy/envy. Showing that jealousy can come from different sources like friendships, crushes and parenting/mentoring and that both kids and adults are subject to it, once again helps with the message of the chapter about embracing these feelings and making peace with them.

All in all I loved this chapter. We finally explored Damian's feeling of jealousy, learned some interesting stuff and it had a very good moral message. Although I'm very biased because Eden chapters are always my favourites eheh. If Eden chapters have a million fans, then I am one of them. If Eden chapters have ten fans, then I am one of them. If Eden chapters have only one fan, that's me. If Eden chapters have no fans, then I'm dead.

(Btw I'm going to add 3 more pictures in a reblog of this post, because I reached the image limit. I don't have too much too say about them, but I really liked them and I wanted to highlight them. So you can't check them out in the notes of this post if you want.)

[cressidagrey]

Can I ask what the magic ingredient is that you use in your stories? I've been here since the very first chapter of Stay Through It All, and I swear, with every chapter of every story, I get more hooked. From the characters, to the storylines; your impeccable attention to detail, and the community you've created with your readers, I'm just in awe.

I hope you know how amazing you are 🩷🩷🩷

(Sorry in advance for the spam)

- Bee holds such a special place in my heart. She's just a tiny ball of goodness and deserves to be protected as such forever.

- And Belle...

- I've loved all of your characters, but there's just something about Belle. And it's not just because she's a fellow dresage girl (though maybe that has a little bit to do with it).

- The way the Leclerc family treat her? The comments they make? Charles must have blinkers on because how do you think your sister is flirting with GP and then entirely miss everything with max. (the running, the restuarant, the press conference, THE PENTHOUSE)

- Moving on before my brain explodes...

- The group chat? I laughed so loud at the april chapter that I woke my dog up (it was 3am and she was NOT impressed)

- Brocedes arguing? Fernando's "I've been waiting for this"? Seb, Mark, DC and Fernando are thriving. I love the chaos

- Someone check on Checo though.

- Lando's gonna faint at some point, isn't he.

- Emilie is the GOAT

- but also Victoria and Belle 🥹

- Also I kinda love the way you portray Jos in this?

- You mentioned possibly including Miami and Hungary, but did we consider Singapore??? (It's been nearly seven months and I'm still recovering)

- I can't wait to see Belle's reaction to Max finding Fleur though 🥹 I fear I may sob.

h my god. Oh my god. I am putting my face in my hands and squealing because this message is just… it’s EVERYTHING 😭🩷

First of all, I’m absolutely overwhelmed by your kindness — thank you. Truly. There’s no “magic ingredient” except the fact that readers like you exist, and bring this level of love, energy, and genuine connection to the stories. You are the magic. I just write a lot of emotionally repressed race car drivers and let chaos happen 😂

The fact that you’ve been here since Stay Through It All makes me want to sob (in the best way), and that you’re still here now — connecting with these characters and feeling them so deeply — it means the world to me. So let’s break this down before I melt:

Bee being your comfort character?? Immediate serotonin. She's just a tiny chaos machine full of kindness and she deserves the world.

Belle... I’m so glad she’s resonating the way she is. She’s quiet but strong, soft but determined, and yeah — being a fellow dressage girl helps 🥹

The Leclerc family will know pain. Charles seeing everything except THE MAN WHO LITERALLY LOVES HIS SISTER

The group chat is now legally its own character. It has arcs. It has factions.

“Someone check on Checo” and “Lando’s gonna faint” — YES. We’re in full emotional triage mode and Max does not care.

Emilie is the MVP. No notes. She’s already claimed Maid of Honor rights.

Victoria and Belle 🥹 I didn’t know I needed that until I wrote it and now I ache.

Jos?? Honestly?? He’s the grumpy-silent protector nobody saw coming. Not a word, but he’s there. With the wallpaper. And the death stare.

And SINGAPORE??? Ohhh I’ve considered. I’ve absolutely considered. My notes app has been whispering about it for months 👀

And finally: Max + Fleur + Belle = emotional destruction. No one is ready. Not even me. You will sob. So will I.

[mooncello]

wipsday: more than a footnote moodboard + playlist (+ extras)

One year ago, I posted the first chapter of more than a footnote. I had hoped I'd have the final chapter ready by this date, but I'm still editing. It will be live very soon.

For today, rather than an excerpt and spoilers, please enjoy this moodboard for chapter 9.

I'm also sharing a special chapter 9 playlist. These have been the songs on repeat as I write the final chapter.

Finally, I thought it might be fun to share a couple author notes and behind the scenes stuff. Read on if that's your cuppa tea.

Nearly there. 🖤

I've shared this before, but more than a footnote was only ever meant to be a distraction from a couple other wips that were giving me trouble last year. 5 chapters max, 16-20k. (lol) I love when characters surprise me.

Also unanticipated: Keris and Gareth. They were originally only gonna have a brief mention. I'm glad both decided to hang out a bit.

I'm proud of several lines throughout the fic but I think my absolute favorite is this one:

Dev, who moves like a cat, and fights like a bear, and whose smile is as sharp as a scythe but always feels like sunshine, and whenever I see it, I don’t want to look at anything else.

Okay, one more. I wrote this for chapter 9, and I'm in love with it *but* it might end up getting axed. Please enjoy it here.

I think of the Crucible pairing Niall and I together, and how immediately enchanted I was by his orange hair and his teeth too big for his head. How we had practically nothing in common, until we did, and we kept choosing each other, in assignments, in mischief, in friendship, until he became the most important person in my life.

I still love the cravens.

Fashion plays such a big role in this fic. While my personal style is more like Dev, I adore Niall's clothes. He's such a casual, preppy nerd. I think my favorite outfit of his is the "Sorbonne student" one during the spring dance. Everything oversized. His cuffed trousers. Fluttering sleeves by his bony elbows. And he looks so good in green, with his copper hair.

Niall is the oldest of the trio. His birthday is September 27 (which is a cube number and makes his brain happy). Dev's birthday is December 5. (Mutable. Fire. Sag baby.)

I've shared Dev's playlist before. I'm working on Niall's study mix. I hc that Niall enjoys a lot of different music genres, and he almost exclusively studies to synth and electronic music. Anything with a repetitive beat that can run in the background of his big beautiful brain. One of his favorite bands is Air, a French duo from the 90s, and he's been searching for their Moon Safari vinyl for years. (Dev finds it in a tiny record shop in London, and gives it to Ni the Christmas after they graduate Watford.)

I have an entire backstory of Niall's mums, Bridget and Paloma. I won't get into it here but DM me or send an ask if you ever want to know more. Same goes for my other OC Clark.

Did I have a secret motive to write a fic that would make people fall in love with Dev Pitch? MAYBE.

While writing, when a scene wasn't working, I'd go walk the dog and listen to a character playlist or song that fit the scene, on repeat, and just let my brain play, picking up pieces, seeing if they fit, working thru literal sentences in my head like those word fridge magnets. Without fail, this method worked every time. So the real MVP of this story is my dog.

Finally: It's difficult for me to finish wips. Because I self-sabotage with doubt. I'll have an idea and soft outline, but then once I get a few chapters in, I doubt the direction, the choices I've made, to the point where I freeze up and can no longer trust myself, or any creative choices. While I did have one notable plot point in this fic I doubted by the time I got to it (the bonfire scene) and I needed my betas to hold my hand, this story unfolded in the way I originally imagined. Far longer and richer and deeper than anticipated. And certain scenes evolved and shifted. But the overall arc stayed. This might be the first time I’ve finished something in which I trusted my writing instincts. Even when it was hard. Even when I thought nobody is gonna like this or that. I stayed the course, and allowed the characters to take me on side quests. The process both structured and flexible.

Alright, I've gotta go catch a train. Thanks for hanging with me. 🖤

HAPPY PRIDE 🌈✌️

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[hheartsdramas]

it’s not good for my health but i’m so close to the end how can i stop? i’m finishing this tonight. nirvana in fire episodes 51-54:

jingrui! what a convenient and dramatic entrance

with these ancient blood transfusion cures i always get anxiety about blood antigens and how many people would die because they got the wrong blood donor

someone give that man jingyan a hug

i feel for grand princess. she knows better than anyone the cruelty that created her brother and is terrified for her family. but i’ve also peeped the end credits enough times to think she’s going to human up and do the thing

wow lin shu you are such a fucking liar

pearl moment. perfectly done. was about to fall apart into tiny droplets of feeling and lin shu rescued me by being his little shit self. they’re perfect and i hate this so much

i am *tickled* they’re doing this on the emperor’s birthday. truly what do they have against birthday parties?

liyang i am so proud of you

do you think that poor girl they picked to be jingyan’s wife is like holy shit what sort of crazy did i marry into and is it genetic?

gao zhu is my third mvp of this drama, dutifully intoning that the emperor is leaving. so simple. so subtly impactful. so perfect.

jingyan has a much more reserved opinion of the emperor’s crazy than i do. he’s a desperate man being confronted either all the family and friends he had killed because he was a paranoid coward. i am not at all confident he won’t grab another sword

phew that resolved much more bloodlessly than i feared

so the rest of this is just going to be waiting for lin shu to die. cool cool cool.

oh i guess they decided that would be too boring and had literally every other nation in existence attack them (so we can see jingyan being all forceful and bossy?)

if they kill jingyan in battle after all this i’ll be very upset. i know it’s not a “happy” ending but that would honestly ruin the entire drama for me

oh i see, it’s lin shu that’s going to die tragically in battle. i guess that’ll be what they call a full circle moment

mmk i need the sequel that is reincarnated lin shu and nihuang and jingyan polycule. maybe they run a little inn and restaurant in some cozy town. maybe they’re a crack team solving mysteries. maybe they’re a group of con artists. idc as long as they’re together and happy.

jingyan i’m so proud of you 🥹

well. i did it. i finished nirvana in fire. off the cuff verdict: obvious masterpiece, caused more distressed yelling than crying. poor poor jingyan, i hope that random wife is good to him.

[3416]

twitter's down so i can't even rage about this but i find it so funny that auston and willy get off scot-free when talking about ~wanting to be a leaf~ despite fucking the team over with the way they did deals. they just got the benefit of the doubt with a new gm who wanted their deals done quick. auston only signs short term deals to maximize the amount of money he's leaching from the org over time but that can somehow be spun as a good/smart thing by fans even in a year where he's on a sub 40 goal pace (LOL). willy got everything he wanted, they bent over backwards for him AND gave him above market value and what? we applaud that and say bc he said 'i love being a leaf' even though he's doing less than he was last year too... like we just pretend they didn't use negotiating to maximize their own gain, but also they got to sign these deals at an even less volatile time, lol.

mitch's agent is known for taking his clients to free agency to get the most. this year, they're positioned that way and treliving isn't in some rush to get it done or it'd be closer by now. if they were offering or willing to go above market value like they did with guys before or if mitch only wanted short term, it'd be closer to being done. but with the cap projections, things are more complicated. it was always going to be more complicated. your second to first best player having an mvp year wanting TERM and what he's worth makes it hard when no one else of his caliber did it before and set a tone.

i don't think this says anything about what the leafs or what mitch want. ultimately both sides want him to be a leaf, and both sides have said that at various points (no, mitch can't just say that now the closer they get to negotiations. it literally compromises their strategy lol). but the leafs set themselves up for this by allowing their superstar player to sign short term deals (lowering the aav internal ceiling for the team) and signing another elite guy to a slight overpayment of the time and bending to his every whim in terms of nmc too. like they have to reap what they sow here with this dragging out, but leaf fans are absolute idiots trying to say any of our stars have been team-friendly deals, lol.

the leafs themselves are here for money and comfort, not some nebulous love of the fanbase, and it's so funny to watch people be delusional about that. they might like it in toronto and call it home now and that might be fun for everyone's little mental narratives, but they're in it for the money and this place will also give them more money than almost anywhere else and they all know that with the way the org's run right now, so lol. acting like any of them are more virtuous than mitch is idiotic just bc you don't personally like that his negotiations involve the concept of other teams. newsflash, so did everyone elses, you just didn't have to hear about it bc the team was in a different place and no one gets the absolute batshit treatment from the media that mitch does. the only person who maybe holds the reverence abt that place and crest and history is the very one you want to push out so badly.

[burreauxsss]

media day (filler)

background: the boy of every girl's dreams, joe burrow who was in a long lasting relationship with a model, ended due to infidelity, what happens when he runs into someone new at the met gala?

all pics from pinterest, all rights reserved)

synopsis: y/n sees joe's media day pics and goes practically insane over him.

word count: 430

notes: this is a filler until i get out my authors block! also doing this as i catch up on love island because tonight is a aftersun night 💔 and i also made this in 30 mins..

warning: this is a au aka alternative universe series.

bengals

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bengals: Joe brr.

username_1: OH MY GOD HES SO FINE

username_2: to be fair i want y/ns reaction to this

username_3: omg my husband!!

username_4: joe's mvp szn!!!

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📍Sky Training Facility June 2025, Chicago, IL

Y/N stepped into the practice gym feeling calm, collected, and fingers mildly sore from how violently she’d been texting Joe the night before. She had her water bottle, her slides on, hoodie tied around her waist, lip gloss perfectly clear.

She was ready for reps, drills, maybe a half court scrimmage.

What she was not ready for… Was the ambush.

As soon as she crossed the baseline, she heard it loud as day.

“OH. Look who decided to show up after posting her boyfriend’s thirst traps all night!”

HVL was posted under the rim like she’d been waiting, bouncing the ball like it owed her answers.

Kamilla strolled over from the bleachers with a towel slung over her shoulder. “Miss QB1 WAG energy. You had the internet in a chokehold and didn’t even warn us.”

Kia didn’t say anything. She just pulled up Joe’s photo from yesterday and held it up like evidence in court.

Kamilla added, not looking up from her stretching, “Girl, we almost lost our gatorade sponsorship from how thirsty everyone was acting in your comments.”

Y/N blinked, clutching her water bottle like it could save her. “Okay, wow. Is this… is this an intervention?”

HVL strutted over, waving her phone dramatically. “Oh no, it’s a public callout. Because you were quiet as hell about being the girlfriend of the man who just soft launched a bicep capable of setting you back 100 years.

Kia grinned. “Say it louder.”

Kamilla stepped in front of Y/N with her arms crossed. “You were out here pretending to be humble, meanwhile your man looked like he was about to walk out of that tunnel and cheat respectfully on the entire league.”

Y/N sputtered. “NOT... okay first of all, cheat respectfully is INSANE.”

HVL mimicked her voice "Omg, we’re just lowkey, I don’t want the attention! Girl, he posted a photo that made my mama call me and ask why I’m not dating an NFL player instead of a NBA player.”

Y/N buried her face in her hoodie. “I’m literally gonna jump in Lake Michigan.”

Practice started. Coach was trying to run drills. But the chaos never really stopped.

Eventually Coach blew the whistle. “Y/N, you good? You seem… distracted.”

She stood, sweating, knees burning, hair sticking to her forehead.

“Yup,” she said, eyes wide. “Just being personally bullied for loving a man with shoulders built like sins.”

The girls cackled.

Coach blinked once. “Okay. Stay sharp. The Commissioner's Cup is next week so focus. And so she did, even though she was getting heckled by her teammates jokingly.

[twistedpink]

Some more childhood games with the twst boys!

Mario Kart night with the 1st year's! Ace can and will abuse every single cheat he can humanly find on each track, makes you wonder how long he's played. Epel doesn't really go out of his way to figure out any of the cheats, but if Ace's in front and uses them, he will gladly abuse them, too, as well as lovingly bumping into his friends karts. Jack has too many principals to cheat, but is terrifyingly talented at chucking the items at his friends, more specifically, the blue shell at Ace's Kart every single time. Deuce is a pretty average Mario Kart player, being the main receiver of Epel's bumps and Jack's items, though do expect him to take ten minutes to decide his kart customizations. But the true MVP is, of course, little Ortho Shroud - perfectly calculating the right moment to overtake Ace right after Jack hurls the blue shell, how much to distance himself away from Epel so he doesn't get knocked away from the track. But hey, at least he's nice enough to let his friends win every once in a while. :)

Oooo, the two Pomefiore 3rd years playing Dress To Impress! Vil can and will get oddly competitive with the other players of this children's game, critique each player's outfits as if they were in an idol competition, get very, very upset whenever a troll gets first place, and get absolutely appalled whenever someone doesn't follow the theme. Rook, on the other hand? Giving everyone five stars. Following people around to experience the 'creativity come to life' while somehow managing to finish his outfit. Praising and writing full sonnets in chat for each player. Once again , this is a game for kids.

On the other end of the spectrum, playing a multi player horror game with the Scarabia duo. This is definitely... something. Kalim, sweet, kind, Kalim. Has actually zero survival skills, even in a game. Blindly following the clearly suspicious character. Not noticing the very large hide button when the music gets tense. Constantly looking back whenever a chase scene happens. During times like these, it's great Kalim has so much money to spend on revives. Jamil? He has enough trouble keeping Kalim alive in real life, so having to keep both Kalim and himself alive in game? Torture. Constantly nagging Kalim not too run too far off, only to end up having to follow him throughout the game not only to help him with the puzzles, but also to make sure Kalim doesn't leave. Which fails greatly because Kalim is oddly fond of exploring clearly haunted place. But hey, at least Jamil gets to yell freely at Kalim during these moments. Somewhat.

ACE IS SOOOOOOOO HITTING EVERYONE W/ HIS ELBOWS,, Jack would stop it if he wasn’t so focused on the game, but Epel has it more than handled by throwing his controller across the room with spelldrive accuracy. Ortho is in time out most of the time, and so is Deuce because he keeps accidentally unplugging important wires

You will never not catch Vil in free play- he’s too busy convincing himself that it’s totally normal to play Roblox at his big age to threaten you abt keeping quiet tho. Epel is the troll that wins bc he server hops, and Rook follows him into every one for moral support (literally the duo of all time)

UGHHHH I can’t stop picturing Jamil’s angry scream. Bc yeah, he does it ALLLL THE TIME, but now he’s finally justified because Kalim is comically bad. Most of it is for shits and giggles though bc he knows Jamil finds it gratifying to get better with every game they play <3 They both look up guides on their own time but Jamil is trying to optimize performance, and Kalim is looking for Easter eggs

[tototalks]

Here we are, the last short story! I have absolutely adored this entire series and short stories, and will probably be re-reading in the near future!

Without further ado: ⚜️ The Adventures of Charls, the Veretian Cloth Merchant ⚜️

- I really like that Veretians and Akielons are adopting each other’s fashions with the merging of cultures… Akielons are still rejecting the sleeves though. I bet “to reject the sleeves” or to “have no sleeves” becomes some kind of dirty euphemism later down the line. 😂

- Laurent and Damen really are leaders that give back to their people and don’t put themselves on a massively high pedestal. If they want to run away for a bit and be Cousin Charls and Lamen, they’re gonna do it. The council are going to have such massive headaches for the entirety of their reign lol

- And Charls is such an MVP for carting around the King of Vere masquerading as his cousin who is also called Charls 💀

- It will literally never not be funny to see Charls NOT figure out who Damen is.

- It will also literally never not be funny when Charls starts to get suspicious and comes to a conclusion that is also wildly wrong. “He’s a merchant’s assistant!” 😮

- Credit to Damen for playing along. Were he not born a royal, this kind of life would suit him.

- Laurent and Damen sneaking off before the ascension is also fantastic. At the end of the day they’re both just people and enjoy freedom and adventure.

- No one was gonna tell me Damen has a dimple?! This is crucial information people!!

- “Wow, Lamen’s clothes suck and he’s clearly poor, but damn his Veretian is great!”

- Damen there trying to defend Charls surrounding the rumours he was deceived and Charls literally just tells him to stfu 💀

- Makon. We’re gonna have problems. Your seams? Wonky. Your fabric? Low quality. Your business? Dodgy. You are talking smack about the literal blood-related cousin to the King of Vere. They are a FAMILY.

- Every time Laurent uses his snakey qualities for good, an angel gains its wings. Undercutting Makon for the fabric was so satisfying, and everyone handled that with more grace than I would have. I would have literally laughed in Makon’s face.

- I really like the implication that Laurent has a soft spot for animals, horses especially, and generally creatures that are innocent (children included). Makes Damen’s gift super special, and this horse poisoning scene really sad 😢

- And in all the chaos, Damen is still finding time to flirt. Priorities.

- Another detail I adore is that Charls notices clothes before he notices physical appearance. He’s far more likely to say “the guy in the poorly woven woollen cloak” than “the guy with brown hair.”

- Laurent really hit the jackpot with Damen and the scary dog privileges that came with him. Someone need only tip a drink on this man and Damen’s started a whole bar fight.

- Also. Totally real that Akielons and Veretians still hold animosity between one another even after the merging of the kingdoms. Integration doesn’t happen overnight.

- This bar fight is everything. Damen is there absolutely murking everyone he sees and Laurent is ducked behind a table tossing olives and stealing lamb legs. Play to your strengths I guess!

- I can picture exactly no situation in which geese could make it better. Evil cobra chickens.

- We have adopted Alexon. He’s invited to the wedding.

- “A Prince’s hands are for refinement” I bet Charls and Damen keep this as a running joke even after everything is out in the open. Laurent lifts a pea and he’s like “Lamen! The king cannot possibly!!”

- If I was sat in disguise around a campfire with some borderline strangers and they started talking about my sex life, I’d simply ✨pass away✨. At least it was all good things and no scandalous rumours about Nikandros teaching Laurent how to wrestle 💀

- Seven hours? That’s cute. He barely survived one with Halvik’s girls 💀

- ALEXON!! Be the kind of nepo baby that uses their status like this.

- Literally need an entire book of Damen and Laurent sneaking out undercover in disguise to free slaves and bring down those trading them. ‼️📢Bring back the blue dress 2k24‼️📢

- Love that Charls always takes the opportunity to mention how strong and young and virile Lamen is, and how him and Laurent must be fucking like rabbits. Which, to be fair, is not too far from the truth lol

- It hurts my heart that the conversation Damen has with Charls could have happened with Auguste or Laurent’s father had Damen had the opportunity to court Laurent like he wanted.

- Laurent in gold looking absolutely ethereal at his coronation. That’s the post.

- HE FINALLY FOUND OUT 😂 WELCOME TO THE ROYAL FAMILY CHARLS!! You definitely know who’s getting to make the wedding trousseau 😉

This entire series has been an absolute ride, and thanks to everyone who’s shared in my (annoying) enthusiasm 😂 AO3 will be my new home, and any fic recommendations are 100% welcome! Love y’all! ♥️

[propertyofscarecrow]

Oh, Smallville — the show that spent ten whole seasons trying to convince us Clark Kent had no idea he was Superman… even while wearing glasses as a disguise wasn’t even on the table yet.

Let’s roast:

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1. Clark Kent: The Longest Origin Story in History

Imagine being Superman and taking a decade to figure it out. My guy, you fought aliens, monsters, and literal gods — but still acted surprised every time you used your powers like, “Whoa, I can fly?” Bro. We all knew. The title says Smallville, but your awareness was microscopic.

2. Lana Lang: Queen of Emotional Whiplash

Lana was either in love with Clark, mad at Clark, in love with Lex, or possessed by some ancient witch from a locket. Girl changed allegiances more than Lex changed suits. At some point, her main superpower was dramatic sighing and trust issues.

3. Lex Luthor: Bald Baby Genius to Villain 101

Lex started out as Clark’s bestie and somehow spiraled into evil mastermind mode like he got a Groupon for daddy issues. By Season 5, he was collecting meteor rocks like Pokémon and monologuing in his mansion like a Bond villain who shops at Armani.

4. The Meteor Rocks: Convenient Plot Fuel™

“Oh no! Someone got infected by kryptonite… again.” These damn green pebbles were the real main character. Every week it was: “A freak of the week! Caused by meteor rocks!” The writers treated kryptonite like duct tape — a fix-all for lazy plots.

5. Chloe Sullivan: Google Before Google

Chloe was the MVP who invented The Wall of Weird and still never got proper credit. Girl ran Smallville High’s entire IT department, journalism program, and secret superhero database — all while thirsting over Clark, who saw her as “the other girl who’s not Lana.”

6. Clark’s Fashion Sense

How is it possible to wear the same red jacket and blue shirt combo for ten years straight and not realize you’re literally color-blocking your future suit? It’s like cosplay by accident.

7. Ten Seasons, Zero Flights

The show had one rule: “No tights, no flights.” That turned Superman into the world’s most powerful Uber passenger. Bro could lift tractors but couldn’t lift himself for nine and a half seasons.

8. The Finale: Almost Superman

After all the build-up, Clark becomes Superman… in the last three minutes of the last episode. And we don’t even get a full body shot. Just CGI cape and a close-up. Ten years for that? HBO would’ve given us a whole slow-mo transformation with a Hans Zimmer score.

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In conclusion: Smallville walked so the CW could run… straight into 37 other shows with hot, brooding leads, a tragic backstory, and dramatic lighting. Thanks, I guess?

[hils79]

Hils Watches Imitation - Ep 5 (part 1)

Wait, who?

I'm glad someone said it

Wait. Let me check I've got this right. Was Annie dating Eun Jo? And handsome CEO dad was a Shax manager at the time and was the last one to see her before she died? They are dumping a lot of exposition in this first 5 mins

Ah, okay. It definitely was Annie then. Was I supposed to know this and just missed it somehow?

She's literally camping outside his hotel room. Just because she's president of the fanclub that doesn't make this any less creepy and gross

Ryeok's manager is the MVP of this drama. Saying what we're all thinking

Because she liiiiiiiikes him

LMAO sorry your bestie had to watch you kissing another man on a screen at the cinema

I know I shouldn't laugh but Yujin dance practicing out of spite is becoming a common theme. Angry about something? Dance about it. It's just a shame that the only things that seem to motivate him are his feelings for Ma Ha and his jealousy of Ryeok. I'd love to see him do something for himself just because he wants to.

No, dude, literally the opposite of this. Also, does no one in this drama understand what acting it. They keep fixating on the kiss like it was really and they weren't surrounded by cameras and crew. This actually reminds me of something that happened irl when I was about 14

So, story time. When I was at school when I was about 14 the drama club put on a show of Kiss Me Kate. As the title might suggest a kiss between the two leads is a kind of pivotal moment in the show and there was Big Drama because the two leads were exes and the new girlfriend of male lead was Not Happy about the kiss scene. There was talk about toning it down, removing it entirely, all sorts of nonsense. That's literally what this is, execpt these are adults not kids barely into their teens

TLDR Yujin really needs to get over it.

Oh good Ryeok is hallucinating. I'd see a doctor about that, dude.

Oh are we finally going to find out how Ma Ha and Ryeok know each other? This really is the exposition episode.

Hyuk apparently also shares my concern that Ryeok is having some sort of mental breakdown

He is legit one of the best things about this entire drama

Wait who is that in the frame? Is that Eun Jo? Were they...

Okay so he's not dead then. I don't think. I'm pretty sure this was after he left Shax but honestly I'm very confused about the timeline at this point. Actually his handsome CEO dad is working in the cafe it must be after he left Shax because they left at around the same time

I'm glad the other members are getting solo work too (I'm ignoring that this is usually unlikely for a debut group) and not just Ma Ha.

Seriously, does no one in this drama understand what acting is?

I mean she's very blunt I'll give her that

Of course her photoshoot is with Yujin. They are definitely endgame. I'll pretend to be shocked when it eventually happens.

I love that she's wearing floral grandma dress and he's dressed like this. It's like a nice naive girl falls for a bad boy with a heart of gold

Okay I am here for lesbian fashion designer

This is all very heteronormative but I see how things are going. Ma Ha will get together with Ryeok, Hyunji will get together with Yujun and Lia will get together with this other dude from Shax whose name I can't remember. The dude from SF9 whose character lives in the recording studio (Hongjoong is that you?)

I love her! "He asked to work with me but he was clearly just hitting on me, that asshole."

San and Seonghwa have many talents but I'm not sure drama acting is one of them. I say this with the utmost affection for both of them,

I love that every script he's reading is reminding him of her. He's such a loser but in quite a cute way

Wait, this dude is the leader? I thought Ryeok was the leader!

I love that in his imagination that if Hyuk found out he has feelings for Ma Ha he'd immediately run outside with a megaphone and tell everyone. I really hope Jongho had fun making this his character is amazing

I can see why @jonghoswife1012 loves this so much he looks so good

FML I've hit the image limit already and I've still got another 20 mins to go. See you in part 2 I guess

Part 2