#seriously wtf is she serious

[jade-len]

no wait actually it'd be funny as hell if the svsss otome game was stupidly accurate to the characters and nature of the novels. butterflies? romance? sure, but don't forget absolute crack induced mess with a hint of angst! allow me to demonstrate.

pursuing shen qingqiu: you're trying to pursue shen qingqiu? good fucking luck because he's dense as hell and will take multiple chapters to even realize you like him, nonetheless actually like you back. you're gonna have to witness his mental gymnastics first hand while attempting to flirt with him or literally showing any amount of affection. so, either you're gonna have to take it slow and wait for sqq to finally realize, or you're gonna have to be real damn obvious (and even then, he'll find up some excuse or not notice at all). sure, his affection meter will go up, but much.. slower than usual. considering his lack of care for "canon fodder" compared to lbh and pure denseness.

you won't be able to win. set your gender as female? no no, you're for lbh! he'd kill sqq for even daring to look at someone as beautiful as you! set yourself as male? whattt? he's not gay! no sir, no way! you may be attractive, but shen qingqiu is a perfectly normal and straight man!! this probably won't apply if the player sets themself as gn though lol

you'll probably get an option to clarify yourself every time you interact with him ngl. just to make sure he understands. drawbacks are making him think that you don't think he's capable of understanding things (if you say some corny ass romance shit he and sqh will not take it seriously)

pursuing liu qingge: prepare to keep your inventory open because the man will pop up out of buttfuck nowhere and gift you demonic beast heads as if they were a couple of treats! no explanation needed besides "..this is for you". then, he'll take off running or stand uncomfortably still watching you take in the bloody monster corpse as you try to formulate a proper response. respond in anything else but a thank you and a nice smile? liu qingge is confused and devastated and will not get over this moment. please just be nice to him from the start (unless you want a rivals to friends to lovers style romance). the poor guy is just so beautiful he hasn't been able to learn any proper social skills! he got it pretty easy, but now he's emotionally constipated. uh oh!

tell lqg he's cute? he's going to try and fight you. give lqg a little kiss? he's gonna punch you. in the face!! softly! ...with his own lips (whenever you do something to fluster lqg you won't be able to tell if combat mode got activated or not).

but that'll only be further on in the relationship, so just be ready to get into a duel with him because lqg cannot for the life of him understand the little butterflies in his stomach whenever he sees you. so thus, he believes he should take it out by fighting you or running away to slay beasts 5x faster than usual

please don't even get me started on shen jiu. just don't. you're probably going to want to punch him midway pursuing him.

"okay, we already know about sqq/sy, sj, sqh, lbh, etc! what about the other characters? characters that people don't talk about nearly as much. how would someone even work with them? how will they live up to them in true svsss crack fashion?" -you, probably

this is where imagination and headcanons come through!

haha, you think characters like zhuzhi-lang and mu qingfang, etc, would be safe? they're in svsss out of all places!

sure, mu qingfang may be pretty relaxed (and bland, not a lot there, honestly. curse sqq's narration and lack of attention for anyone other than lbh) compared to the other pursuable characters, but he is a very busy doctor! a doctor that is literally living in a world with none of the technology and knowledge we have in the modern day, full of porn plants and a thing called dual cultivation which, I'm sure is pretty morally ethical.

the poor man is probably drinking away, having to deal with sending away yet another patient to live with a terrible illness which he cannot do anything about. having to see yet another helpless, pregnant teenage concubine who didn't have a say in anything. sure, magic exists, but do you think airplane really thought about shit like this? can you just imagine how fucked over mu qingfang must feel? his route would probably consist of him constantly feeling like he can never do enough, how he's pretty much a workaholic because that's the least he can give to the people and help others. and please, the dual cultivation. how can he, a healer, refuse?

what if he doesn't want it? save the person, and get it over with. mu qingfang is doing a good deed. he'll be a bad healer- no, a bad person if he doesn't do this. he doesn't want to be. please, he's doing his best.

if you're gonna pursue mu qingfang, just get ready because if i ever make a damn svsss otome game i will absolutely not hold back on the hurt and angst, no matter how silly it is. idk, if the character isn't character-ing enough i will make it work.

(oh and, gongyi xiao? head disciple with way too much pressure on him, expected to be the perfect student people look up to and congratulate. all while having to deal with the empty affection old palace master shows him, and the conflicting feelings of being with the little palace mistress. he never feels like he's good enough. fool's gold, really. oh, what'll happen when you, the player, snatches his poor heart away? why is it with you, he's able to feel like real gold instead of a mere fake?)

haha anyways moving on from that, zhuzhi-lang!

he doesn't know how romance actually works. he's just been fed really bad "romance" novels from tianlang jun and thus thinks that's how it goes. stalking? homicide? surely, that's just how it's supposed to be? why else would there be so many romance books containing that? well, if it's to reciprocate your feelings, okay (he just told tianlang-jun about one encounter with you, which resulted in him swooning about "young love" and gave really terrible advice to poor impressionable zhuzhi-lang)! who is he to go against his uncle?

you know how wack the two of them are, even if zhuzhi-lang is a good boy and tianlang-jun's a babygirl. just be careful around them. actually, be careful around everyone here because you're either going to get a headache or deal with lots of baggage. or both! (god forbid some masochist try to pursue mobei-jun or sha hualing)

yeah. god i am thinking about this way too much lord have mercy on me. this has literally put me in a chokehold. anyways in total the game would have to be true to the svsss spirit. crack but also kinda angsty now that we're not in sqq's pov. so, well, how about now would you guys try to get with the two most minor characters ever or..?

(also yes of course there will be a harem and poly routes make this shit as chaotic as possible fuck it)

please help i just had a dream where svsss was a dating sim. so, of course i tried pursuing shen qingqiu, but it ultimately backfired because suddenly he realized that he was in a dating visual novel?? and since i put myself as a guy, he just refused to show up to special in game events to avoid me interacting with him???

and obviously i was like "wtf why isn't he here?" when he didn't show up. then at some point i explored the area, and the screen suddenly zoomed in to show sqq talking to sqh (supposedly telling him all about the little situation). next thing i know, both of them are slowly turning their head to stare at the screen in pure and utter terror

also in some part of the dream, i think i did some liu qingge events or something and as his affection levels rose, he would continuously jump scare me by popping up out of nowhere and go, "its not like i like you or anything!!" while covered in blood and holding out a demonic beast head as if it were a box of treats

anyways, totally random question guys haha if i made an svsss visual novel dating sim would you guys play it. no reason in particular at all.

[hanniebaeee]

Clueless

Jisung x fem!reader

Warnings: nothing!

Genre: colleagues to lovers, flufffff

Summary: You and Jisung are colleagues, and he's in love with you. But he's so nervous and clueless about how to win you over. And in come his brothers, to help out.

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It all began with Jisung staring at you for what feels like the 397th time that week. The way your soft smile lights up his world whenever you greet him, the way you tap your pen against your lip during team meetings, and the way you always manage to help him without a second thought - Jisung is completely, utterly gone.

And yet, he is clueless. Clueless as to how to make you notice him as more than the guy who fumbled through presentations and ogles at you like you're his favorite cheesecake.

So naturally, he turns to the only people he can think of for help. His brothers.

Jisung: I NEED HER.

I.N: Umm who?

Minho: Oh my god. It’s that girl again.

Hyunjin: A girl, I see. Is she cute?

Felix: Guys, let him speak.

Chan: Okay, Jisung. What’s the problem?

Seungmin: Jisung has a crush.

Jisung: I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH.

Seungmin: Sure you don't. You're totally not unhinged rn.

Jisung: I'M NOT UNHINGED.

Seungmin: What's with the yelling then?

Jisung: I have… feelings. Serious ones.

Minho: So you’re down bad.

Hyunjin: Tragic. Who’s the victim?

Jisung: Y/N Y/L/N

Complete silence.

I.N: She’s out of your league, bro.

Jisung: THAT’S NOT HELPFUL.

Hyunjin: No, but seriously. She’s so sweet. Like so so sweet. Sweet sweet.

Chan: HYUNJIN.

Hyunjin: Sorry.

Felix: That’s why we’re here! To help him not ruin it. Right, guys?

Minho: um, sure.

Jisung stares at the chat, already regretting his decision. These are a bunch of maniacs for heaven's sake! He waits, holding his breath, while Felix breaks the silence.

Felix: Ok, let's brainstorm.

Minho: Easy. Corner her in the supply closet and say, “I need you. Now.”

Jisung: Excuse me, WHAT.

Hyunjin: No, wait. That’s brilliant. Push her against the wall for added effect. Women love tension.

Changbin: Are you sure about that?

Felix: Guys. Wtf.

Chan: Jisung, please don’t do that.

Jisung: I wasn’t GOING TO.

I.N: You sure?

Chan: Just start small. Be genuine. Compliment her work.

Felix: Yeah, that's a good plan.

Jisung groans, burying his face in his hands. Of course this is a bad idea. How's he going to compliment you when just the sight of you has him falling apart like a house of cards.

The next morning, Jisung walks into the office with a mission. Chan's advice sounds promising, so that's what he's going to follow.

At least that's what he thought he'd do. But the moment you walk into the room in that cute cardigan, his brain turns into mashed potatoes.

“Good morning, Jisung!” You say, smiling at him as usual.

“Good morning.” Jisung clears his throat, his hands turning ice cold.

“Everything ok?” You ask as you see him glitching.

“Yeah, of course, perfect… you know, just thinking about.. um.. work.. it's good, you do good work…Work.” Jisung stares at you wide eyed, feeling faint.

Your brows furrow a little, but you still smile as you say, “Thank you?”

Jisung barely makes it through the rest of the day without combusting. He just wants the earth to split open and swallow him whole because there's absolutely no point in trying to be alive after that.

Jisung: GUYS. I MESSED UP.

Minho: Shocking.

Jisung: I tried to compliment her, but I think I said “work” five times in a row.

Hyunjin: Should've cornered her in the supply closet.

Chan: Relax, Jisung. Everyone gets nervous.

Changbin: Nah, screw the soft play. You gotta go BIG.

Jisung: What does “BIG” mean?

Changbin: Like a grand gesture. Buy her flowers or something.

Hyunjin: Or serenade her in the breakroom.

Felix: No. Don't do that.

Seungmin: What about showing off your strengths? You’re funny. Make her laugh.

Minho: Yeah, tell her a joke about how bad you are at flirting. Maybe it’ll cancel itself out.

Jisung decides to take Seungmin’s advice. Because, even if he's a nervous mess, he is a funny guy. So the next day, during lunch, he manages to sit next to you.

“Mind if I join you? ” he asks, pretending his heart wasn’t about to leap out of his throat.

Your smile and say, “Of course not.”

But then, he doesn't give it a minute before he executes his plan.

“I’m not great at this whole… flirting thing,” Jisung blurts out as soon as he sits. “But I think I’d like to learn. You. I mean, not learn you. I mean, yes, but not in the creepy way. Unless you’re - WAIT.”

He stops talking and breathing as he looks down at his food, trying to pull himself together.

You blink, biting your lip to stifle a laugh.

“You’re doing fine, Jisung.” you say with a giggle and the warmth in your voice makes his cheeks burn.

“Yeah?” he asks, looking up at you.

“Yeah,” you say, tilting your head. “Maybe we can grab coffee sometime, and you can practice on me.”

Jisung didn’t respond because he's too busy screaming internally.

Jisung: SHE SAID YES. OH MY GOD. SHE SAID YES.

I.N: TO WHAT?!

Jisung: COFFEE.

I.N: AHHH!

Hyunjin: Oh wow. Okay, don’t screw this up.

Minho: Bring her flowers.

Changbin: And chocolate.

Felix: Just show up and be yourself.

Minho: Ew. Get out of here with that wholesome nonsense.

Chan: You'll do just fine.

Jisung puts his phone down, already plotting how to make the coffee date perfect. For once, he feels confident.

But then, as the date nears he's a mess again.

“Do I go casual? Or formal? What's even a business-casual?!” he mutters to himself before grabbing his phone and typing furiously into the group chat.

Jisung: What do I wear to a coffee date??

Felix: Something comfy. Think effortlessly cute.

Chan: yep, don’t overdress.

Minho: Wear black. It’s sexy.

Changbin: Yeah, nothing too tight. You’ll sweat like a pig.

Seungmin: Avoid your Pikachu hoodie. Please.

Jisung: I wasn’t going to wear that (but thanks for the heads up)

Hyunjin: 🤣🤣

I.N: 🤣🤣

His confidence wavers a little as he stands in front of the mirror dressed in a nice fitted charcoal grey sweatshirt, and a pair of black jeans. Whatever, this has to do. But now, the flowers.

Jisung: What flowers do I get?

Hyunjin: Roses. Red ones. Lots of them. Nothing says, “I want to rip your clothes off” like red roses.

Minho: Oh yeah roses.

Changbin: Nah, go for orchids. They’re rare and exotic. It shows taste.

I.N: Sunflowers. They’re happy. Go for the whole cheerful and sweet vibe.

Felix: Yeah, sunflowers! They’re cute, like her.

Chan: Go with whatever feels right, you got this👍

Seungmin: Yeah. Go for your favorite?

Jisung’s head spins as he tries to process this. And as he finally stands in a flower shop, staring at the riot of colors, his eyes move to one particular bunch. He leaves the store clutching the bouquet like it is his lifeline.

The moment he sees you in front of the café, Jisung forgets how to breathe. You look so pretty in your simple yellow dress. It's a beautiful mustard yellow - plain, flowing. And you have left your hair down, just how he likes it.

“Hey,” you greet him softly, as he approaches you.

“Hi,” he manages, handing you the bouquet of sunflowers with shaky hands. “These are for you.”

Your face lights up as you take the flowers, holding them close.

“Oh my gosh, sunflowers are my favorites! How did you know?” you say, grinning happily at him.

And you look like sunshine personified in your yellow dress and sunflowers. Jisung’s cheeks turn crimson as he tries not to drool at you.

“Lucky guess?” he says, and his heart almost springs out of his chest when you take his hand and lead him into the cafe.

The date starts off with a nervous energy, but to Jisung’s surprise, your warmth is contagious. You laugh at his jokes (even the dumb ones) and you are just so…interested in him, that he finds himself relaxing in your company. Jisung knows he's completely in love with you. He can't control the happiness that's taking over him. This is just perfect.

And you? You are smitten.

“Okay, serious question,” you say as you stir your cup of mocha. “What made you choose suflowers? I mean, I love them, but I’m curious.”

Jisung freezes for a second, but he tells you the truth. Well half truth.

“They… remind me of you,” he says. “Bright and beautiful.”

Your heart melts and you blush as you say, “You’re adorable, you know that?”

“I - uh - thanks?”

Jisung walks you home, hours later, and it's like he doesn't even know why he was so nervous before. When you stop at your door and turn to him, there's a shy smile on your face.

“Thank you for today, Jisung,” you say. “I had a great time.”

Jisung feels like his heart might just burst.

“Me too.” he says. “Um…so, I'll be…um-”

You giggle, leaning up to kiss his cheek. Your lips linger for a second too long before you whisper, “Goodnight, Jisung.”

As you disappear inside, Jisung takes time to unfreeze, his hand pressed to his cheek where your lips had been.

Jisung: SHE KISSED ME.

Hyunjin: SHE WHAT?! LIPS OR CHEEK?

Jisung: CHEEK.

I.N: Oh my GOD 🤩

Changbin: Good work 👍

Felix: That’s huge 😍

Minho: I give it three dates.

Seungmin: Two, if he doesn’t do anything stupid.

Chan: That's amazing, Jisung!

Jisung: Oh my God, today was great.

Jisung: I could die happy.

Jisung: I'm gonna go plan our next date.

Hyunjin: He's definitely planning their wedding.

Felix: Hehe, goodnight, Ji.

Jisung puts his phone down, smiling to himself. For the first time, he feels great about this. You're even more perfect than he thought. You made him feel great about himself. And he couldn't wait to do this again.

a/n: Trying new things! I love reading all the fake text scenarios here and they're so good, so I wanted to try too!

[cl6teen]

old habits (die hard) ❀ cl16

in which charles charles has a knack for fucking things up, and you have a talent for slowly letting him back in

find part one here.

contains: social media au, ex!charles leclerc x fem!reader, angsty charles and yn living her best life, toxic relationships maybe, mentions of new partners, charles is a confusing man, charles is a jealous asshole

note: i don’t think this is the final part lmao it’s kinda left of a cliff (if u saw me repost no u didn’t)

your phone 📞

charlie

hey

i miss you

a lot

read, 11:23 pm.

charlie

please don’t be like that y/n

i’m serious

you

charles you literally have a girlfriend

charlie

she’s not my girlfriend

you

do you think i’m stupid? like actually

charlie

no

but she really isn’t, we’re just talking

and hanging out i guess

you

oh my god

charlie

love, you know i miss you

you

yes, because finding another girl right after saying you only want to focus on racing sends me such a great message

you’re confusing as hell

charlie

i know, i really messed up.

i shouldn’t have broken up with you in the first place

but the season was getting so intense and i really want this championship, i thought it would be better for us to put it on pause to save us both the trouble

you

so what’s so different about her that makes her an exception?

charles

alex is easy for me

you

so i’m difficult?

charles

that’s not what i mean

you

no it is what you mean

i’m difficult for showing up to your races and being there when you need me

or when i’m there for you when you dnf? or when ferrari fucks up your strategy?

i was willing to stay friends with you after i did all that and you still broke up with me because i had hopes we would make it work and get back together

charlie

i do want to get back together

you

no you don’t

you moved on so quickly like i was nothing

charlie

you also got with someone too

you

because i didn’t want to look like an idiot seeing all the news after telling my friends i had hope

charlie

yeah but posting him in your bed??

you

so you’re just saying all of this because of that guy i posted?

wtf is your deal charles

fuck you

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lilymhe oh my god

lilymhe you scandalous girl

yourinstagram oops?

landonorris he better watch his hands

yourinstagram he said “fuck off”

landonorris i’ll punch him in his face

carlossainz55 mariposa 🦋

yourinstagram 🥺

user are these two dating???

4zaferrari no they’re just friends, this is someone else

kikagomes sexy sexy pair 💋

yourinstagram you’re sexier bebe

pierregasly get away from my girlfriend

yourinstagram get off my page maybe?

alexalbon show me the man

yourinstagram no you’ll just steal him

user loved watching your vlog the other day

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user seeing yn happy is so great but i can’t be the only one missing her and charles right??

user where are you going next omg!!

yourinstagram no idea!!

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seen by yourinstagram, charles_leclerc, carlossainz55 and 1 million others

yourinstagram replied to this story: i did not give permission for you to post this young man!

❀ twitter ❀

your phone 📞

charlie

you put him in your vlog? and you’re still posting him?

are you dating

y/n

are we seriously doing this right now

why are you stalking me

charlie

i’m not stalking you, i just care

fuck just answer the question please

y/n

i’m barely posting him, his face wasn’t in it

and no, we’re just seeing each other right now. yk summer flings i guess

charlie

you know it hurts me to see this y/n, please love

y/n

i don’t care, we’re not together anymore

you texting me is hurting everyone, your “friend” included

charlie

she knows we’re not dating

please just come back to monaco y/n

we can talk face to face

can i call you right now?

you

i’m with carlos and lando

charlie

are you also with that guy

you

yeah

charlie

will you finally tell me who he is?

you

does it really matter?

let’s just talk when i’m back in monaco please

and let me enjoy my vacation in peace

charlie

when are you back?

you

i’ll let you know

charlie

okay

i love you

you

yeah

love you too

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yourinstagram updated their story 10 mins ago

❀ twitter ❀

tags: @1655clean @i-wish-this-was-me @sunny44 @leclercdream

[harrysespresso]

next adventure | ls2 smau

♡ summary: logan dropped out of ELMs and has been radio silent for weeks and fans are dying to know the reason behind the news.

♡ pairing: logan sargeant x reader

♡ warnings: use of yn, some swearing, hate comment, established relationship, pregnancy

♡ faceclaim: various blondes from pinterest

♡ a/n: i got this idea while listening to Paris by Taylor Swift and honestly still mourning Logan in ELMs. this is my first SMAU and it’ll be shortish so enjoy :)

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

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february 18, 2025

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elms_official idecsportracing has announced that logansargeant has decided to withdraw and will not be apart of the No. 18 Oreca 07 lineup for the 2025 ELMs season.

We fully respect the decision of the American driver and wish him the best of luck in his next adventure. See you soon, Logan.

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user225 CAPTAIN AMERICA??? WHATS GOING ON???

hater381 dropped before the season even started 😂

user13 he chose to withdraw in what world is that the same as being dropped??

idecsportracing 🤍🤍🤍

user785 WHAT IS GOING ON??

user109 NOO LOGAN WHYYY

user772 in logan we trust (i’m having a meltdown)

—— twitter

replies—

user551 no seriously this was our chance to show how williams screwed him over 😭

user87 exactly 🤧🤧

user129 manifesting he gets an indycar seat (i’m in literal tears)

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user223 we should all go to group therapy together

user778 we can send logan our bill 😭

user123 nah send it williams it’s their fault we’re like this 🤧

user1644 it’s hard out here for us

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user77 no cause you’re asking the important question!!!

user773 LIKE i get i don’t know him but he wouldn’t withdraw without a reason 😭

user908 ITS SO ODD??

user651 like there’s gotta be reason maybe he has a seat lined up somewhere else??? (i’m delulu)

—— messages between logan & alex

—— YN’s close friends story

february 20, 2025

yourusername

(caption 1: unemployed boy out here building legos. men used to hunt 😒) (caption 2: 🧸🍼)(caption 3: florida man.)

replies—

lilymhe now they go around in deformed circles

➥ yourusername how embarrassing for them 🙂‍↔️

➥ lilymhe honestly 😔

logansargeant HEY YOU PUT THE CAR ON THE FIREPLACE

➥ yourusername because i love and support you on all your endeavors ☺️

➥ logansargeant you hate the legos.

➥ yourusername i love you :)

~~~

lilyzneimer LOOK AT YOU CUTIE

➥ yourusername ILYSM 🥹

lilymhe BABY SARGEANT

➥ yourusername 🤭

logansargeant beautiful 😍

➥ yourusername i love youuuuu

➥ logansargeant i love you 🤍

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alex_albon why yes a man in his natural habitat

➥ yourusername he looked way too floridian doing this shit 😭

➥ alex_albon WTF is a kilometer 🦅

oscarpiastri get that man back in a car 😭

➥ yourusername i swear the longer he isn’t in a car he turns more into a retiree in Boca 💀

➥ oscarpiastri acting like a 65 year old at 24

—— twitter

replies—

user541 no cause YN is normally super active so it’s so weird she hasn’t posted at all in weeks??

user176 seriously! like not even an instagram post! i’m seriously worried about them!

user867 i’m starting to think he had a personal reason for withdrawing?

user176 elaborate

user867 user176 well like it’s not normal to withdraw so close to season and any professional wouldn’t do it unless there was a serious reason so makes me wonder if there’s a personal reason?

user029 user867 damn.

user894 no cause i’m honestly worried about them?? what if somethings wrong??

user700 no cause you guys have me freaked out 😭

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replies—

oscarpiasstri cause you both disappeared off the face of the earth in their minds 😂

ynpriv oops 😭

wtfisakilometer we’re literally just watching hereditary and they’re acting like we’re dead 😭

ynpriv odd behavior from them

albono it’s funny to watch from afar 😂

ynpriv honestly 💀

lilyzzneimer it’s so funny 😭😭

ynpriv 😭😭😭

alexcantfight they’re spiraling like you need to give them a sign of life 😭

ynpriv A SIGN OF LIFE 😭

albono alexcantfight wait when did you change your username

alexcantfight albono …

—— instagram

february 25, 2025

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yourusername long awaited proof of life :) oh and baby sargeant coming soon 🩷

tagged: logansargeant

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user884 HOLY SHIT-

lilymhe congrats again my love!! you’re glowing ❤️

thank you beautiful 🥹🤍

user922 STOPPP OMG

user127 BABY SARGEANT 🥹

alexandrasaintmleux Congrats beautiful!

yourusername thank you gorgeous 🩷

flavy.barla félicitations

yourusername thank youuu!

user980 THE WAGS IN THE COMMENTS 😭😫

francisca.cgomes SO HAPPY FOR YOU ❤️

yourusername thank you beautiful!

user172 THIS WASNT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING-

logansargeant i can’t wait for our new adventure 🩷

yourusername me neither 🩷 i love you so much

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logansargeant

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logansargeant our next adventure 🩷 baby sargeant coming soon.

tagged: yourusername

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oscarpiastri Congrats again mate! can’t wait to meet my goddaughter!

alex_albon that’s funny! i think you mean my goddaughter??

logansargeant boys boys let’s keep it civil

user219 IM CRYING STOP 😭🥹

user912 OMG CONGRATS 😭

user887 WAIT so he withdrew from ELMs for the baby 😭

logansargeant it was a decision made for my family! the priority to be present and surrounded by family during this time! but don’t worry i’m not done racing yet!

user883 i think something in me has been healed??

alex_albon Congrats to you and YN! love you both!

logansargeant thanks man!

f1 congratulations Logan and YN!

user987 hahaha that’s great now give him a seat.

user012 STOP THIS IS LIKE SO CUTE-

kevinmagnussen Congrats Man!

logansargeant thanks!!

indycar Congratulations to you both!

user723 fancy seeing you here 🤨 now give him a seat he’s got mouths to feed

user126 PROJECT SARGEANT!! 🦅🏎️

user809 THE F1 DRIVERS IN THE COMMENTS 🤧

idecsportracing Congratulations Logan and YN! We’re wishing you both so much health and happiness in this new chapter!

logansargeant 🤍🤍🤍

lance_stroll CONGRATS!

logansargeant thanks man!

jensonbutton Congratulations again! expecting many more calls for advice 😂

logansargeant oh for sure! 😂

yourusername i’m so excited for this new adventure with you 🩷 love doing life with you

logansargeant the only person i wanna do life with 🩷

[starkwlkr]

Hahah the moms flirting with Charles. You should write a dad flirting with Ruby’s mom and she tells charles and he’s like wtf

you’re not my dad | charles leclerc

yes, the title is a vine reference 🧍🏽‍♀️

request #2: Could we please have return of baby leclerc, where she's out with her mum and a man starts to flirt with yn but he won't leave her alone and then Ruby is like she happy with my papa and then Charles notices and gets him to go away, pleasee and thank you, I love your work

Ruby loves Texas. She loves the food, the cowboy hats and boots she got to wear everytime she visited the state, but most importantly, she loves going to the hotel pool on a hot day.

It was a nice sunny day in Austin when Ruby woke up her parents demanding them to take her to the pool. It was media day for Charles so as much as he wanted, he couldn’t join his family for a pool day.

“Listen to your maman, be good and have fun for me, okay?” Charles pressed several kisses to Ruby’s cheeks.

“Okay, papa!” Ruby gave Charles even more kisses.

Charles said goodbye to his family, wishing he could skip every interview, but he couldn’t leave Carlos alone.

“Baby, which swimsuit do you want?” Y/n asked the girl, who overpacked. Ruby had practically stuffed her entire closet into her tiny princess suitcase.

On the bed laid two swimsuits, a pink and purple one piece. Ruby took choosing her swimsuit seriously. Pink was her favorite color, but purple was her mother’s favorite. She ended up choosing purple. After putting on her swimsuit, Ruby wanted to wear her goggles, arm floaties and her donut shaped floaty. She probably looked crazy with all her floaties on, but she didn’t care. She was ready for the pool.

Y/n was also in her swimsuit, but had on a pair of swim shorts over her bottoms. When they finally arrived to the pool, Ruby stopped herself from running since her mother had told her about the pool rules.

They found an empty table to put their bags on. Ruby patiently waited for Y/n to take out the sunscreen. To her it felt like forever, but eventually Y/n gave her the okay to enter the pool.

“I’m going to be a mermaid maman!” Ruby yelled as she jumped into the pool. She doggy paddled all over the pool with Y/n keeping a close eye on her.

“Maman! I can swim from here to there really fast! Watch me! Are you watching me?” Ruby called out to Y/n, who laughed at the little girl. She swam as fast as she could to one spot then turned to look at her mother. She didn’t expect to see a man talking to Y/n.

“Hi, there.” The man said to Y/n. “I’m Matt.” He introduced himself.

Y/n politely smiled and nodded. “Hi.”

“You visiting?”

“Sure.”

All Y/n wanted to do was enjoy a pool day with her Ruby Jules but this ‘Matt’ guy decided she needed some company.

From her spot in the water, Ruby noticed the frown on her mama’s face. She hated seeing her mama upset so she swam to the edge. “Mama.” Ruby spoke.

“This your daughter? She’s really pretty like her mama.” He said with a smile. “Hi, little girl.”

Ruby looked at her mama, who shook her head. But Ruby wasn’t letting this man ruin her day. No, they didn’t deserve to have their day ruined by some stranger.

“Only my papa can call me and my mama pretty. Sometimes my uncle Pierre calls me pretty, but you can’t.” Ruby replied, already giving her famous ‘Ruby glare’.

“Well your papa is a very lucky man.”

“Yeah, and he loves me and mama more! I’m telling papa.” Ruby said in a threatening manner.

“Hold on, I’m just telling your mama she’s a very pretty woman. No need to tell your dad about it.” The man tried to defend himself. From her seat, Y/n was enjoying Ruby make ‘Matt’ wish he didn’t come up to her.

“Papa calls us pretty. You’re not my dad.” Ruby said with the most serious face ever.

Matt, feeling scared for his life, apologized and excused himself. He walked away wishing he was anywhere else at the moment.

Y/n chuckled and got up from her seat. “You’re the best, my Ruby Jules.” She took off her swim shorts so she was just in swimsuit and joined Ruby in the water.

“Want to play mermaids?”

When Charles finally arrived, both Ruby and Y/n had showered and changed into their matching pajamas. They were currently watching The Lorax on the tv.

“How was the pool?” Charles asked Y/n as he joined them on the bed.

“Wonderful. Ruby, want to tell papa your favorite part?” Y/n asked her daughter.

“We played mermaids and I swam really fast and then some guy was talking to maman but I made him go away and then we came here and now we’re watching my favorite movie!”

“What?”

[disneyprincemuke]

of drunk regrets * fem!driver

the morning after vegas

what does one do when you have no recollection of getting married?

pairings: sebastian vettel x fem!driver, logan sargeant x fem!driver, max verstappen x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver, mick schumacher x fem!driver

notes: hi late update and that’s because i was crocheting the entire day lol

(series masterlist)

she hums turning around, her arm landing on something solid instead of a soft pillow. she opens an eye, flinching back when her eyes land on someone’s clothed back, then groans when nausea slowly hits her.

“who the fuck is this?”

the person next to her hums. they left their head before dropping it back into the pillow. “mm.”

she looks around to the best of her ability, snorting when she realises that amidst all her drunken antics from the night before, they didn’t even end up on the bed. they’re sleeping on the carpeted floor of her hotel room.

she lifts her head, ignoring the nausea hitting her all at once. the bed is empty.

a hand comes up to nurse her head, looking down at the body lying next to her with the blanket draped over their shoulder loosely. she brought somebody back to her hotel room with her? now that’s just a tabloid rumour waiting to blow up in her face when she opens up her phone.

she leans forward, wobbling slightly, as she tries to get a glimpse of their face. her eyes widen, landing a smack on their shoulder with some force. "what the hell are you doing here?"

"don't hit me, i'm trying to sleep."

"mick! you're in my hotel room!"

"what?" blue eyes are exposed to the dim lights of the room, disappearing once more when mick shuts his eyes. "what am i doing here?"

"how would i know?" she sighs, slowly lying back down on the ground. "i don't remember anything."

"we didn't do anything... did we?"

she looks down at herself, surprisingly dressed in her pyjamas without any recollection of even making it back into her hotel room in the first place. "i hope not."

"you hope?" mick cries, shaking his head in dismay. "this is not good."

"give me a second. i need to think," she sighs, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead. "start thinking. do you remember anything from last night?"

mick also sighs, simply shaking his head. he pulls the blanket over his body and snuggles back into his pillow. "no, but wake me up when you've figured it out. i'm really hungover right now, mate."

"really? you don't think i am?"

"i'm sure you are, but– what the hell is this on my finger? when did i get a mood ring?"

"you have a mood ring?" there's a momentary pause. "oh, look. i've got one too. when did i–"

they both sit up hurriedly, hissing in pain as they point at each other with a loud gasp. "no! are you serious? did we really do that? when did we even have the time to do that?"

mick cries. "my mother is going to kill me."

"mine will kill me – i'm barely 21, mick!"

"i'm going to american jail! you're not even legal here!" he rubs his eyes. “i don’t wanna go to jail here!”

she scrambles around for her phone, eyes widening at her notifications.

SUPERMAX you and mick???

RATSELL what's ur ig post about m8?

LOWGAN when u wake up, there's a cup of water and an advil on the bedside for u also, check ur instagram

PASTRY you did the funniest thing last night.

LILLIES thanks for the free pizza wish i could've been there for the actual ceremony though? it's ok, maybe at your next wedding

ALBONO please tell me you didn't

LAW SON i think u may have sent logan over the edge cuz wtf is bro doing in my hotel room ranting to charlotte and i at 5am

MICKEY ur asleep rn i can't sleep when do u think we should renew our vows??? oh no we got married!??!??!

BLYTHE mate u got married without me in attendance??? not saying i'm offended but like seriously?

THE BETTER SARGEANT who u married to? if it's logan istg omg is it mick? i saw ur instagram

LANCE

congrats!!!

if i’d known sooner, i’d have bought you a wedding gift before landing in vegas

i’ll get one before the last race i promise

SEBASTIAN ur very funny, do u know that? text me when ur up, we should talk

MUMMY wowww let me know what wedding gift to get you you grow up so fast, my love

PAPA what is all this ruckus i'm hearing between mum and blythe about you getting married? call me.

KRISTEN (PR) team meeting asap. bring the schumacher.

she glances at mick. "my dad's going to kill you."

mick turns to her, shoulders slumped with his eyes widened in panic. "i really really hope my mother gets to me first." he shakes his head and pats around the ground for his phone. "you know what? i'll just tell her myself."

“don’t bother,” she scoffs, lying back down in the pillow sprawled on the floor. “i vividly remember you calling gina when we were getting pizza that you married me in vegas.”

kristen chews on the inside of her cheek, scanning the group around her. "what is this? i only told you to bring mick."

the girl takes off the sunglasses on her face and sighs. "you think i didn't try telling them off? is this your first time meeting these losers? i– listen, i'm too hungover to tell them off, kristen."

"please let us stay?" max smiles, batting his eyelashes at the older woman. "i promise we'll be quiet. i'm just curious over the events of last night."

"so am i," kristen points out in a soft voice, moving her eyes over the pair seated on the couch on the other side of her table. at that point, they are the least of her concerns. "do you know the pr nightmare you just caused over a couple of drinks? do you have any idea the reckless thing you just did?"

"please don't shout," she says softly, eyes closing. "it was stupid, we know. in my defense–"

"they shouldn't have even let us in the chapel in the first place in that state," mick sighs, shaking his head disapprovingly. “so technically, whose fault is it, really?”

“both of yours for even coming up with the stupid idea in the first place!” logan screams, pointing at them in frustration. “you made a bad decision!”

kristen glances at logan, shooting him a side eye for disrupting her meeting. when logan shrugs, she simply looks back at the married pair her seats. “you’re not even 21! you did this in america too! god!”

“and they shouldn’t have permitted it knowing that i wasn’t 21!” the young girl shrieks, immediately defending herself. this is a hill she is willing to die on. “let’s focus more on the fact that they let two drunk idiots get married instead of the fact that i thought of it.”

“you came up with that idea?” max throws his head back, hissing softly as he shook his head. “why am i not surprised?”

“right? you have to tell her how stupid she is for this,” logan rambles in frustration. “seriously! you couldn’t go one year without making a stupid decision?

she rolls her eyes, glancing at mick from the side of her eyes. he flashes her an apologetic grin and she shrugs with another eye roll in response.

“i mean, you’re an adult. you can do whatever you want, but do you know how legally exhausting the entire process will be from here on out?” max continues, throwing his arms in the air. “knowing you, you won’t like it! there’s a lot of papers to sign!”

“and paper work to read!” logan adds on. “seriously!”

“god, (y/n), how could you be so stu–“

“i came up with the idea,” mick speaks out, turning to max and logan with a small smile. “it’s not her fault, you guys. come on. lay off her a little bit.”

she shoots him a questioning stare. “no, wait–“

mick laughs. “the deal at the pizza place just looked so good. i’m not excusing it because we were drunk, but cut us some slack.”

sebastian, sitting quietly in the corner of the room, finally stands up. he folds his arms over his chest. “it doesn’t matter who came up with the crazy idea to get married in vegas.”

“you’re still not mad?” logan raises an eyebrow. “there’s got to be some part of you that is.”

“how about let me conduct my meeting with my driver in peace? unless you want to take over my job of being her pr officer…” kristen speaks out, looking around the room to shut down any more forms of interruption. she looks back at her. “let me see the marriage certificate.”

“the what?”

“you signed one, didn’t you?“

she scrunches her nose and looks at mick. “did we sign one? i really can’t remember.”

“i don’t,” mick cuts himself off, looking just as clueless, “i literally blacked out last night. i don’t remember anything.”

sebastian beams, standing a little straighter. “i have it right here! look at it, kristen.”

he puts down a piece of paper on the table. the entire room watches the woman read over the paper, lips pressed together.

a small laugh bubbles from her, grabbing the certificate into her hands and bringing it closer to her face. her laugh gets a little louder, sebastian eventually joining her with a hand over his mouth.

“what is so funny?” she sighs, rolling her eyes. “all i can think about is the shopping spree i can’t have this month over the lawyer fees.”

“and the fact that i could end up in american jail for marrying a 20-year-old!”

kristen grins, slamming the certificate down onto the table. “it’s illegitimate.”

“what?”

“oh?”

“surprising turn of events!”

“illegitimate?”

a hand slams into the table, the youngest in the room jumping to her feet. “illegitimate? what about my free pizza? how is that illegitimate? i’m not a schumacher anymore?”

“you changed your name?” oscar pipes up, roaring in laughter, covering his face. this entire ordeal has been very amusing to him.

she turns around sheepishly with a small smile. “i was planning to. how cool would it be to be a schumacher?”

“what the fuck?” logan says to her, bewildered at the thought process. “you’re not married and you’re telling me that’s the only thing you’re concerned about? not being a schumacher in the eye of the law?”

mick giggles, looking up at her with an impressed expression. “schumacher does go along well with your name.”

“i know. should we get married for realsies after this weekend and legally change my name?”

“have you learned nothing from this?” kristen throws her hands into the air. she leans back into her seat, letting out the heaviest sigh of relief as she no longer has to engage with any legal teams. pr wise, it would be easy.

she shrugs, sitting back down into the cushioned seat. “don’t get drunk with mick in vegas.”

“first and last time i’m drinking that much with you,” mick adds on with a snort. though, there’s a small smile playing on his face as he looks at her.

they both know that won’t be the last time they’ll be sending their pr officers into a frenzy. they’re truly a force to be reckoned with.

and, it could have been worse.

“i paid for all the pizzas you ate and threw up last night,” sebastian sighs, shaking his head. “you owe me like $100.”

she nods. “okay, i’ll pay you. still no shopping spree for me this month, i guess.”

mick clicks his tongue, giving her a thumbs up. “i’ll pay him. consider it my wedding gift to you, wife.”

“she’s not your wife,” logan points out with an eye roll. “didn’t even get married in the first place, remember? illegitimate. not even a real certificate. never happened. literally no record of it.”

“i’m curious,” max furrows his eyebrows and lips pouted out. “how did you pull this off to make it seem real, seb?”

“i arrived to their ‘wedding’–“

“not real!”

“logan, cut it out.”

“–before them. i spoke to the receptionist before they arrived; they don’t let drunk people get married. i convinced her to give them the slot anyway just to teach these two a lesson.”

“impressive?” kristen smiles. “you just saved me a lot of paper work.”

“and mick the beating he’d get from her dad if it actually ever happened to go through.”

she smiles, leaning over the arm rest to whisper at mick. she taps him on the shoulder. “we should celebrate with ice cream.”

— bonus

they flood out of the office collectively, the young girl looking down at the mood ring around her ring finger. “we should keep the rings, shouldn’t we, mick? keepsake.”

“to remind you of your bad decision making?” logan questions.

“no, to piss you off.” she turns around and shoves him back gently. “of course, just to keep memory of the one time i was almost a schumacher!”

sebastian tilts his head. “you know you’ll still be you, right? even if you’re legally considered a schumacher? you won’t get his blue eyes.”

“i could,” she hums with a smile. “so, husband. watching the race from my garage tonight like a factory manufactured wag?”

“can’t, wife,” mick sighs. “i work for mercedes.”

“i could get you the second seat if you wanted.”

“you have the power to do that?” she nods. “that’s hot.”

“cut it out, you guys are making max uncomfortable!” oscar grunts, pushing the pair apart.

beside them, max has his fingers plugged into his ears and is humming softly to himself. “it’s not real, it’s not real. they’re not actually married,” he whispers to himself. “and it will never happen.”

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[pintrestgrl]

loved your bsf!jj drabble!!!!! maybe a little drunken love confession from bsf!jj … and reader thinks its lowkey too good to be true bc she’s been yearning forever… but when they both sober up jj is like !!! i meant wtf i said !

hi i wrote this and then it completely disappeared. sigh. also im sorry if this is bad, i was half asleep bc i spent forever writing it the first time.

also i’m sorry for being inactive yesterday i was so so stressed nd had cramps and was dying… but hi !! hope u like this anon 🥹

note: after writing this, i rlly don’t like it. but i pray u guys do 😞

drunk!bsf!jj x pogue!reader.

“here, drink this.”

you spoke, shoving a glass of water into jj’s chest, sitting down next to him on the couch of the chateau.

he was clearly very wasted, and you were only a slight bit tipsy.

you two had both went out to the boneyard together, the rest of the group out doing god knows what.

he rambled on about not wanting to drink it, before giving in and chugging the clear liquid.

“thank god, you’re annoying when you’re drunk.”

“no, ‘m not. you are.”

“at least i’m not sloppy wasted, unlike somebody.”

“whatever. guilty by association.”

he spoke, slurring his words and laughing drunkenly.

“i’m not associated with you, you wish.”

“you’re my bestfriend, of course you are.”

he spoke, rolling his eyes amused at your denying.

you managed to let out a fake chuckle, silently cringing inside as he called you that. were you really only his ‘friend’ to him?

you wished to be so much more, and he had no idea whatsoever.

you were snapped out of your thoughts by his voice, drunkenly rambling again.

“thanks for the water. that was like, kinda sweet.”

“sweet?” you question, laughing as you furrowed your brows.

“yeah. you’re a sweet girl, i swear.”

you opened your mouth to protest, before being interrupted before you got the chance.

“you’re kinda pretty too.”

you froze at his words.

pretty?

that’s the last word you thought jj would use to describe you; at least to your face.

“what?”

“actually, no. you are pretty. very pretty.”

“jj, you’re drunk.”

“yeah, i am. and you’re pretty. probably beautiful if i could think right now.”

“you don’t mean that.”

“no, i do. i definitely do. i don’t know why you don’t have a boyfriend. or why i’m too dumb to ask you out.”

you were completely baffled at this point, trying to find any truth in his words. and to your surprise, he sounded genuine. drunk, but genuine.

you had liked him forever, and this was the most he’d ever showed any reciprocation.

you were always too scared to say anything, afraid of his rejection and what it would do to your friendship.

so, you opted for having some of him, rather then none at all.

“do you even understand a word you’re saying?”

you spoke, desperately needing to know if he was just drunkenly saying bullshit, or revealing the truth of how he felt.

“yeah, i do. you’re a sweet girl who is too pretty to not have a boyfriend. i mean, god. your face is perfect.”

“jj, shut up. stop.”

“no, you shut up. let me talk. i think i like you.”

“i’d hope so, considering i’m your bestfriend.”

“no, no. like actually like you. like seriously.”

you desperately were trying to deny his words, convincing yourself this was a dream and you needed to wake up.

“you think you like me?”

“no, i actually know i do. like a lot.

“jay, you’re joking.”

he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“can you let me be serious about one thing in my life? i mean, god. i’m not joking. i’m serious. serious about this, about you.”

you could tell he was probably getting agitated the way you kept denying him, the way his mood shifted from amusedly drunk, to pissed off.

“why don’t you sleep the ‘liking me’ off, yeah?”

it took a while, but you convinced him to just go to bed. and as he layed in the next room over, you couldn’t get over his words.

was he trying to get in your pants because he was wasted, or was he serious about liking you?

you knew the thought would keep you up all night if you let it, so you decided to drop it from your brain, drifting off to a light sleep.

next morning

————————————————

you woke up groggily, a slight hangover lingering on your body. once you registered everything, you decided to go to the room next door, consisting of a likely just as hungover jj.

you opened the door, sitting on john b’s his bed, silently shaking him awake.

you knew he’d probably get all mad, but you needed him to help you clear the lingering thought in your head.

he groaned, mumbling a sleepy short sentence.

“what do you need?”

“can we talk?”

“speak or forever hold your peace, stupid.”

you rolled your eyes at his tired insult, reluctantly continuing with your words.

“uh— last night, you told me some stuff. like that you liked me, thought i was pretty and stuff. were you serious?”

he shot up as the words spilled out, immediately sitting against the headboard.

“i told you that?”

“yeah, you did.”

“shit— um, well yeah. kinda. in a way.”

“kinda?”

“no. not kinda.”

he said, rubbing a hand over his face.

he spoke again, sounding embarrassed.

“yes. i did. i meant it. every word. ‘m sorry. i didn’t mean to— jesus, fuck.”

“no, it’s fine, uh— i ‘kinda’ like you too.”

you said, letting the words come out before you thought about their weight.

“kinda? you’re serious?”

“yes, i’m serious. and not kinda, i didn’t mean that. i like you a lot.”

“shut up.”

“i’m serious, i do.”

“well, why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”

“i don’t know. i was nervous.”

a silence filled the room, not awkward. just waiting for someone to figure out the right thing to say.

finally, jj spoke.

“uh— i’m like really hungover.”

you rolled your eyes at the subject change, finding it just like him to do something like that.

“that’s what your gonna say?”

“no, fuck—sorry. can you just sleep in here with me so i can think straight after?”

“you could’ve just said that.”

“well, i just did, didn’t i?”

“i guess. and yeah, i can. scoot over.”

he awkwardly listened to your demand, not used to the feeling of you knowing about his thoughts of you.

you both fell unconscious soon after, unknowingly shiftinging your bodies closer as you slept.

you slept for another hour or two, limbs tangled and intertwined together as your mind tried to decipher if this was a dream, or if your head was really resting on your bestfriends chest.

[thebibliosphere]

oooph the eds diagnosis issues. i have freaky flexible hands, ive had every type of tendonitis u can think of, i rolled my ankles so often in highschool xc it was a running joke, my knees bend 4 different ways instead of 1, and i can do terrible things to my rotater cuffs while asleep on a good mattress. people say ohhh have u heard of eds because that's what that sounds like. and then i go to rheumatologists and they call me a liar. blegh i hate my amorphous unidentified chronic problem.

I’ve told this story before and this is by no means indicative of all rheumatologists—there are some absolutely astounding ones who’d move heaven and earth for their patients. But we had a family member a few years back who was a renowned specialist in his field. Brain surgeon. Highly sought after.

Anyway. He had a heart attack that left him dead for quite a bit before they managed to revive him. Several weeks later, when he was able to talk again, he asked his wife how long he’d been dead and she told him. And he knew this meant he’d be left with severe cognitive and physical impairments. Bad enough that he’d never be able to perform surgery again. After a pause he reportedly sighed and said, “Well, at least I can still be a rheumatologist.”

In all seriousness, the reason rheumatologists are so bad with things like Ehlers Danlos Syndrome is because EDS isn’t a rheumatoid affliction.

We just get thrown to them as a last resort because geneticists are in such short supply and no one else knows what the hell to do with us. So it's really not their fault, but at the same time their lack of knowledge is doing serious harm to people with EDS and those seeking a diagnosis.

I mean, hell. The last one I saw told me I wasn’t tall enough to have EDS and keeps challenging my diagnosis because “ehlers danlos doesn’t cause pain”. Like Wtf?

[random-ikea-drawer]

ok so i love les miserables

AND I JUST GOT TO SEE IT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE NORTH AMERICA TOUR (more specifically Montreal! (yes i flew to an entirely different country to see it)) and i am incredibly attached to enjolras and grantaire so here are just things i saw that made my nails dig into my thighs <3 (not just enjoltaire)

oh my dear months old source of no big sad

this is 90% incoherent rambling (SPOILERS)

- Grantaire had long hair and a long coat i think that deserves its own point

- During Red and Black, Grantaire did the old “Don Juan” with the bottle right in Enjolras’ face (he was not impressed)

- In this same song, Enjolras got really close to R’s face during “don’t let the wine go to your brain”

- Again, in Red and Black, when they tossed Grantaire’s bottle to Enj, teasing him, Grantaire grabbed the bottle in a… way… when he was giving it back to him

- Same song 😭 Grantaire was bouncing on a guy’s lap during the first few verses

- In DYHTPS, Grantaire pulled Gavroche aside away from the students crowding Enjolras (this broke my heart, he clearly loves him and doesn’t want him to be in a war)

- “Glad to do a friend a favor” with a very suggestive hand gesture

- In the “dogs will bark flees will bite”, Grantaire pointed a finger at Enjolras, the former getting real close putting his weapon between them. They got REALLY close

- Gavroche pulled the middle finger at Javert lmao

-Eponine fucking died (i knew that already, seen every bootleg and version available, still hit hard)

- During Eponine’s death Gavroche ran onto the stage, closely followed by Grantaire being held onto by Enjolras

- Gavroche tried approaching Eponine (that’s his sister bro :()) but was stopped and held onto by Grantaire. When she died however, Grantaire quickly bent to hug Gavroche, man the grief was so clear with them both.

- After she died, everyone cleared to their positions but Enjolras and Grantaire, seemingly for Enjolras to try and comfort him, but decided against it quickly and pushed past him. Grantaire placed his hand on his chest in mock offense 😭

- When the attack was about to start, Grantaire mocked and toyed with tied up Javert. When Enjolras called for hold, Grantaire threw his arms around Javert with a “yep!” and cue the battle starting immediately when that happened

- During Grantaire’s verse during Drink With Me, it’s back to Enjolras and Grantaire being center stage. Enjolras approached him, held onto his arm and with the same hand moved up to brush R’s hair, which lead to him breaking off the contact and rushing to the other corner of the stage.

-He was followed by Gavroche, who hugged him from behind and then they both fell asleep next to each other :((

- Gavroche fucking died (i knew he did still heartbreaking) and was caught by Enj, who handed him to Grantaire

- During the Gavroche solo, Grantaire stood center stage looking to the crowd, not even flinching when the gun sounded, only turning around when Gavroche was already at the top of the barricade

- He tried shaking him awake :(( then set him down and stared at him :((

- That was until Marius fell, Enjolras rushing to check on him, making Grantaire rush to his side

- R grabbed onto Enj and they both held the back of each other’s necks,, from my angle it looked like their foreheads touched but idk if they would do that but MANNN

-Enjolras fucking died first (no wtf :(( )

- Grantaire fucking died last (BRO.)

- Everyone fucking died bro

- Except Marius and JVJ of course

- Mr Thenardier, instead of singing “This one’s a queer but what can you do”, sang “This one’s a queer, I’ll try it to!” and dipped a guy in the wedding 😭

- The “to love another person is to see the face of god” line always makes me emotional just :((

that’s it haha hopefully y’all enjoy the ramblings, ty for reading this far, i seriously recommend going to watch it if you can it’s truly the most amazing thing i’ve ever seen man 😭 may be biased but i’m serious

[calebsmoocher]

Asking them to go check on a strange noise

It’s movie night and they’re all snuggled up under the blankets…until she hears a weird noise. “Babe, wtf was that? Can you go check?”

Written for Caleb, Zayne, Sylus, Xavier, and Rafayel

Word count: ~1K for each lead

cw: lots of...kissing, I don’t know if I’d genre it as horror; I tried my best to make it scary, but it’s also just straight crack.

A/N: I saw this tiktok and have been laughing ever since imagining how the boys would react to MC asking them to check on a strange noise, and they’re met with that. Fair warning, I have included the scary pictures from the filter. So…no freaking out (they're not that bad). I had so so much fun writing this, i was fucking shitting my pants laughing. Anyway, here’s da link to the tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@...twill/video/7469968509217312043?_r=1&_t=ZS-8tqutQlM2cB

Caleb

“Caleb, did you hear that?” 

He cocks his head towards her, taking his eyes off the laptop between them. “Hmm? Hear what?” She furrows her brows, pausing the movie and sitting up much to his dismay. He’s still lying down, empty arms gesturing for her to come back. But she stays still, hunching over like it would help her hear better. Then she hears it again. 

A sharp grating noise, like nails being dragged across a chalkboard.

“That!”

Caleb sits up now, brows creased. “Okay, I heard that…” he says cautiously. He waits for it to sound again, but there is only silence. “Maybe it’s the saucepans moving around. We used a lot of pans for dinner.” She shakes her head, lips pulled taut. That was no saucepan.

Creeeek. 

She jumps, clutching at his bicep. “Babe, go check.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing.” He goes to wrap an arm around her, flashing her a smile, but she slaps his arm away.

“I’m serious, Caleb. Please, can you go check?” Well, how can he say no to that pout? He rolls his eyes, pulling the blanket off of him and hauling himself up.

“Okay, okay.” He saunters over to the door. He turns the door knob and opens it confidently. “Be back in a second, pipsqueak. Don’t play it without me.” He leaves the door ajar as he leaves and she watches as the darkness engulfs him. 

Her breaths are uneasy. He’s been gone for at least two minutes. What was taking him so long!? She slides her legs out from under the blankets and shuts the laptop. The whole time he had been gone, she had heard nothing. She pushes herself up and waddles to the door, gripping the wall tightly.

“Caleb!?” she whispers into the darkness. 

Nothing.

She sucks in a deep breath, holding her fists out in front of her as she takes a tentative step into the hallway. “Caleb!” she tries again. She can hear her own heartbeat pounding in her chest. It’s thrumming in her ears. Every breath she’s taking is like a shrill drag in the silence of her house. She can feel something behind her. Eyes peering at her that she can’t see even when she looks over her shoulder shakily. No, no, there’s nothing there! She makes it to the end of the hallway before trying to call for him again, wetting her lips before parting her lips. But a weight crashes into her, enclosing around her chest like a vice.

“RAHH!”

She screams, thrashing in his arms. Caleb can barely hold in his laugh as he pulls her closer to calm her down.

“Caleb!” She kicks out at his shins and he yelps. “Fuck you! Seriously!?” His whine struggles into an open laugh. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” His voice is still breathless from laughing. He presses kisses into her hair, stroking her arms. He feels her frantic pulse through his palms, and it compels him to leave more guilty kisses all over her. 

“You are not sorry.”

“I am. I am,” he reassures her. He kisses at the juncture of her neck, his hair tickling her cheek.

“Okay, enough. Seriously.” She tries to wriggle in his grasp, guiding them back towards her room to no avail. He only hugs her tighter. He loves holding her like this, her scent flooding his senses. Her warmth, although no match for his, soothing his palms. His biceps. His chest. He feels a warmth fan at his nape. And he smiles even wider into her nape.

Wait.

A chill runs down his spine. Who the fuck is behind him? He whips his head around and is met with a chalky face gleaming down at him. Its lips are bloodied and spread into what he can only describe as a carnivorous smile. 

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Caleb throws her forward away from the snarling beast behind him, maneuvering his body quickly to face it. The girl frowns before she screams, eyes latching onto the monster towering over them. Its eyes are a cloudy blue, bulging at its sockets. And its eyebrows are thin and sharp. Her throat is hoarse from that singular scream and she latches onto the back of Caleb’s shirt, boxing her shoulders in. 

Caleb punches it square in the face, bouncing his weight back and forth as adrenaline pumps through him. The monster recoils with a snarl. Its lips quiver before it lurches forward towards them. The girl screams, squeezing her eyes shut. She hears him land another punch. And she hears the monster squeal in pain. Caleb is panting hard, pupils blown as he holds his fists close to his face. 

“What the fuck,” he rasps before slamming his fist into its jaw, “is this!?” The monster lets out an angered shriek before backing up, bracing itself. Fuck-

“It’s gonna charge at us!” Caleb throws his arm back at her, pushing her further down the hallway. “Get back!” She scrambles backwards, hands still gripping his shirt tightly. He turns to run, arms out to sweep her. But as he moves, their legs tangle and they’re both sent crashing into the floor. 

The monster is snapping at Caleb’s legs despite his barefoot attempts at clocking it in its jaw again. His palms haul his weight down the hallway in escape. 

“Oh my god!” The girl screams. Scrambling to her knees, she hurls a nearby book at it. It barely hits its head. She throws a vase. An odd shoe. Anything her hands can latch onto. The monster snarls up at her, puss and blood dripping from its mouth and onto the wood.

“What are you doing!?” Caleb screeches at her. He almost loses his toes. “You’re making it worse!”

Tears blur her vision. She doesn’t stop launching objects at it. One even hits the top of Caleb’s head. “Well what the fuck am I supposed to do!? It’s trying to eat you!”

Caleb thrusts his palms out and an invisible force pins the monster down. It flails and struggles, teeth snapping at the air. Arms snatching and clawing just shy of Caleb’s legs. She sees him visibly sigh, throwing his head back at her.

“Shit, get your gun.”

The girl gapes, wobbling to her feet. “What!?”

“What do you mean ‘what’!? We have to get rid of this shit!”

She shakes her head. “I don’t have it here! I left it at the association!” He throws his head even farther back before wrapping his spare arm around her and tugging her against his chest.

“Caleb, what-” His hand covers her eyes and he breathes into her ear.

“Just…close your eyes for me. Cover your ears too, if  you can.” She does as he says, shaky hands pressing over her ears.

Despite it, she hears the unforgiving squelch and crackle of bones crushing. Of the floorboards breaking and the wood snapping. Of fluids spurting out and smacking against the walls. Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels the splatter of hot fluid on her legs. 

When it’s all over, Caleb one handedly scoops her into his hold, his other arm still over her eyes. When he finally removes it, she’s seated on the kitchen counter, his arms on either side of her legs. He grabs a cloth and begins wiping the blood off her leg, offering her a small, hesitant smile.

Zayne

She digs her face deeper into Zayne’s chest and he presses a kiss to her forehead. There’s a dip in the audio of the movie playing from her laptop as the characters creep along the walls of the haunted house. She grips onto Zayne’s  forearm, lifting it to semi cover her eyes, eliciting a soft laugh from him. Truthfully, he was no better at horror movies than her. Cautiously, he lowers his face into her hair, using the top of her head as a shield. And he prays she won’t notice. 

“Doctor Zayne, are you scared?” Of course she would notice. He breathes into her hair with a chuckle. “You’re cool and collected on the operating table, but a cheap jumpscare is enough to unsettle you?” Her voice is barely above a whisper as she teases him. Despite being so tense herself, she insists on teasing him.

“I admit, horror movies are not something I usually watch. On the operating table, at least I have the security of anesthesia to prevent my patients from jumping out at me.” He kisses her hair, wrapping his arms tightly around her. “As a hunter, you must have a lot of experience with scary monsters. Does this mean I should entrust myself in your care?”

She rolls her eyes, leaning into him as their attention returns to the movie. She can almost taste the jumpscare about to happen. The characters on the screen wear fearful expressions as the camera zooms in on their shaky lips. The camera pans around them, setting up for the appearance of the monster behind them. But as the screen moves she hears a stretching noise, like the expanding of elastic, followed by the rip of tape. But it sounds right outside her door. She immediately flings out her hand to pause the movie, looking back at Zayne.

“Did you just hear that?”

It sounds again. Exactly like a balloon inflating. The crinkle of latex. The heavy breath of air like someone exhausted.

“Are you sure it didn’t come from your laptop?” She shoves the laptop so he can see it better. 

“It’s paused!” She sits up, removing the quilt. “It came from out there.” She points a shaky finger to her closed door. She turns, shooting him a pleading look.

“Can you go check?”

He rubs his neck, letting out a humourless laugh. “Maybe a light’s blown. Do you really want me to go have a look?”

“Yes,” she whines. “What I said before…I was kidding. Please.”

He gives in, kissing her once more on her forehead. “Okay, I’ll have a look. Don’t worry so much; it’s most likely nothing.”

Just as he wraps his fingers around the door knob the strange noise sounds again. Zayne halts and she slides to the edge of the bed, slowly getting to her feet. She stands a good two metres behind him, hands over her heart. He offers her a reassuring smile, twisting the handle down and letting the door creak open. The hallway is pitch black besides the trickle of light from her bedroom. 

He pauses. It’s silent for all but three seconds until the horrid stretching noise echoes down the hall. It’s quieter this time. She sees Zayne visibly swallow before peering out to the left. He stays there for a few seconds before turning back to her. One foot still in her room while the rest of his body is engulfed in the darkness.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. I didn’t see anything.” She creeps closer, sighing out before lowering her hands from her chest. 

“I’m sorry, I was being silly. It was probably my neighbours.” 

“Don’t be sorry.” He ruffles her hair. “Would you be more comfortable if I closed to door-”

As he speaks, the sound interrupts him and she sees a pale, white monster rise behind him.

“Zayne!” The man whips around. As he throws himself back into the door, it flings open fully, revealing the monster in its entirety. It has a small, smiling face upon a balloon-like body. Inflated and looming over them. Its head nearly touches the roof yet its feet are planted on the floor, engulfed in its huge body. 

“Oh what the fuck !!” Zayne’s voice is a struggle between his usual, even tone and surprise. He spins his body around properly, taking a protective stance in front of her. A pointed ice shard fires towards the monster before breaking against the wall besides its head. 

He shoots another but it misses the monster by a mile. He pushes up his glasses before wiping the back of his hand over his upper lip. A ring of icicles circles his wrist, rotating like arrows ready for release. He fires one more but it shatters on impact against the beast’s chest.

“Zayne! What are you doing!?” He lets out an exasperated gasp. Almost like he’s holding back a laugh. She was right. 

“Oh my god. What am I doing?” he thinks. He manages to compose himself momentarily, gripping the door and shutting it before the monster can close in on them. He crashes his back against the wood, facing her with his mouth agape.

He rubs his palms down his face, exhaling shakily. “I’m sorry,” he apologises immediately. The girl struggles to her knees, hands covering her mouth as she laughs. She was this close to pissing her pants. In both fear and from how incredibly, mortifyingly funny the situation was. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologises again but she only waves her hand through her laughs. “That caught me off guard.” Another burst of laughter. Oh Zayne. “Okay, I’m going to open it again. Are you ready?”

Wait what?

She stops laughing, eyes widening. “What? Noo!” Before she can protest further, he’s already turning the handle and she has to hurl herself up on her feet. When the door opens again, the monster is still there. It’s smile hasn’t moved. And its wide, unblinking eyes look directly at her. Zayne directs his arms outwards as a blinding flash of aqua lights up the hallway. She feels the sudden chill wrap around her as the room’s temperature drops. The monster is frozen away in its personal ice prison. Its creepy smile immortalised in the doorway of her bedroom.

Zayne sighs, pushing his glasses up again. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” she says quickly. Her laugh returns to her, though it is more in relief than anything. “What are we going to do with it?” She asks. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair before kneeling at her bed and dragging her laptop towards them. The screen had gone to sleep in the chaos.

“I’ve never seen anything like it. Surely there must be reports of it.” He clicks the keyboard to wake the laptop up, but in doing so he resumes the movie. The bloodied face of a clown lunges towards him, a shrill scream blaring out from the laptop’s speakers.

“FUCK!”

He slams the laptop shut before burying his face in his hands. Oh Zayne.

Sylus

She had managed to convince Sylus to join her for a movie night in her cramped Linkon apartment, the two of them barely fitting on her bed. His arm is wrapped loosely around her shoulder, not wanting to smother her. Unfortunately, her laptop had lost charge, so their movie night was on its last legs; the two of them peering down at her phone screen. He didn’t mind, though. To be honest, he wasn’t even paying attention. His eyes watching her reflection when the screen would go dark. 

“Sylus, you’re squinting,” she laughs in his face. “You old man!” Sylus can only groan, rubbing at his temple as he opts for just shutting his eyes and resting his head on top of hers. 

“If you’re going to insist on us watching movies like this, at least let me upgrade your phone.”

“No way. My phone hasn’t failed me once in the seven years I’ve had it.”

“Sweetie, It’s definitely outdated.” She pauses the movie, maneuvering herself on top of him.

“Are you free tomorrow?” 

He cradles her jaw, kissing her nose. “Are you asking me out on a date? What did you have in mind?”

“Let’s go to the optometrist.” He groans, pushing her away playfully. “It’ll be so much fun. We’ll get your eyes checked. And I’ll help you pick out some new glasses.”

“You’re killing me, kitten.” She giggles, swatting his hands away and giving him a kiss. Her thumbs brush away the hairs in his eyes, tracing along his eyelids up to the arch of his brows. 

Crash.

She halts, and he supports her weight, gripping her waist. They both look at the door then back at each other.

“What was that?” She asks. He sighs, beginning to soothe the back of his knuckles down her sides.

“It was probably Mephisto.” The girl narrows her eyes.

“I thought you said Mephisto was out keeping tabs in the N109 zone.” Now it’s Sylus’ turn to pause. He cocks an eyebrow.

“Did I say that?” he asks genuinely. She nods.

“Yes, you did.” They hear another clutter, like plates knocking against each other. She leans back onto her ankles, tugging him forward. “Sylus, can you go check?” She puts on her best pout.

“What, are you scared?” His voice is slow and even, taunting even as he pushes forward to the edge of the bed anyway. “Between us, wouldn’t you say you have more experience as a hunter dealing with situations like this?”

“Sylus,” she whines. She follows behind to the door, comforted by the way his broad back fully blocks her view. He twists the handle and the door opens with a squeal. He shoots her a crooked smile over his shoulder before heading down the hallway. 

She sighs out, crossing her arms in the warm light of her bedroom. She can hear his footsteps quieten as they get further away. After a moment, she hears them fade back into focus and he stands at the doorway.

“There’s nothing. Come see for yourself.” He offers her his hand and she hesitantly slides her palm into his. She walks out into the corridor, putting one tentative foot in front of the other. It’s not that she didn’t trust Sylus, but she had heard something moving in her kitchen. She feels the thump of her heart beat against her chest as she braces herself along the wall. Turning a blind corner like this always made her cringe into herself.

“Boo.”

She jumps, her shoulder hitting his jaw and eliciting a painful ‘tch’. Despite the fact that she was still holding his hand and she knew he was right behind her, her nerves were still set alight.

“Sylus!” He rubs at his chin, laughing into the darkness.

“I can’t help it. It’s cute when you’re all worked up like-” Her eyes latch onto a face in the darkness, pale and long. Oh, now she is definitely freaking out. She yelps, throwing Sylus in front of her. His arms jerk out to balance himself before he looks up.

The face is bulbous in shape, and its tethered by a long, thick string where its neck should’ve been. Its mouth is agape and stretched unnaturally lengthwise. Suddenly, the face descends down towards them, a ghastly sound leaving its mouth.

“Oh shit!” He punches it reflexively. He blindly reaches behind him, pushing her further back. Red rings conjure around his wrists as he takes a protective stance. The head jerks back upon the impact and takes a second to balance itself before descending again. It’s slow in its motions. Almost dumb-looking. Sylus sends a whip of energy towards it, but it only fades through the monster’s face. He tries again. Nothing.

Sylus cocks his head. “Okay, what the hell.” Without a second thought he shakes away the energy links and moves towards the head. He wraps his hand around the slimy string and pulls it down before sending his fist straight into its face. She hears it whine in pain, a breathy hollow sound as its face begins to lose shape. Sylus furrows his brow, letting go of the string and shaking the fluids off his hand. The monster just floats there, its expression having not changed. 

When it rushes down towards him again, he lets it. And yet as it closes in on him, it doesn’t harm him. Only circles and inspects him. Its eyes move to the girl, giving a tentative swish before floating towards her. She holds her head back, breath shaky and arms ready to throw a punch if necessary. It doesn’t seem to want to harm them. But it’s still this unknown, hideous creature in her fucking kitchen.

One look at Sylus is all it takes. One look that conveys ‘I don’t want this shit in my fucking house’. Sylus has taken on a relaxed posture, hands in his pockets. He throws a kick at the face, slamming it into the wall. He doesn’t let it get back up, using his legs to knock it down into the ground. Through its whines she almost feels sorry for it. One last kick and the face deflates completely, like a balloon released. He grinds it into the floor with the toe of his shoe. And just to be sure it’s really gone, he gives the shrivelled face a couple of nudges.

The girl breaths out, smoothing down her hair in relief. “What the fuck…” she sighs out. He matches her gaze before moving towards her and giving her a reassuring pat. “You told me nothing was there. How did you miss that!?”

He can’t even laugh, instead settling for a grimace. “I’m sorry, kitten. Truthfully, I have no idea where that came from.”

“We seriously need to get your eyes checked. I’m booking the appointment right now.”

Xavier

It’s a rare chance of divine, cosmic intervention wherein both she and Xavier had coinciding days off. They had spent the day out, window shopping then trying every second restaurant they saw. Now, she’s snuggled up with him in her bed, watching a nature documentary: a Symphony of Life. Her fingers play with his hands, tracing around his knuckles. The veins that protrude at the back. The heft of his wrist as she turns it over. 

“You seem awfully interested in this documentary.”

She breathes out through her nose quickly, not bothering to look up from his hands. “What can I say? Butterflies are my favourite insect.” She feels him press a kiss into her hairline. 

“Yeah, I think we moved on from butterflies about thirty minutes ago.” He rolls onto his side, pushing the laptop to the side before settling his knee between her legs. His hand slips from hers and she finds them wrapping around his biceps as he leans over her. 

“You’ve got the energy to keep this up?” She asks, smiling up at him. “I thought for sure the hot pot we had for dinner would’ve put you to sleep immediately.” He smiles sheepishly at her, planting a kiss on her cheek. 

“What am I going to do tomorrow while you’re off with another squad, traversing the disassociation area?”

“Hey, I don’t make the rules.” 

He kisses down her neck, nipping lightly at the skin. “I guess we’ll just have to make the most of tonight.” Her hands travel down to the hem of his sweatshirt, sneaking her palms over his stomach. He breathes out over her, grabbing her wrist.

“How did your hands get so cold so fast?”

She laughed into him, sliding the fabric up further. “Xavier, I think you might just run really warm.”

Scraaatch.

Her hands freeze much to his dismay, and she leans back.

“Did you hear that?”

He kisses the corner of her lip. “Yeah, I heard that.” The awful creaking noise sounds again. She sits up forcefully, knocking him back. He rolls onto his back with a groan, arms reaching blindly to grope at her.

“There it is again!” She climbs over him, looking around her room. 

His head follows her as she paces around, shuffling things on her desk. “I don’t think it came from in here, baby.” His arms are splayed out on her bed, and his eyelids are starting to droop.

“I know. I’m looking for my gun.” This wakes him up a bit.

“Why would you need your gun?” His laugh is soft. He struggles to sit himself up, stifling a yawn. 

“Xavier, I am like ninety percent sure there is something in my house right now.” She brushes her hair behind her ears, sucking in a few deep breaths. “Xavier, won’t you check?”

He blinks at her but gets up nonetheless. He stops her frantic pacing, twisting the door handle. Before he steps out, he gestures for her to follow him. “Won’t you come with me, partner?” She swallows and nods. They are hunters after all. In the eerie hallway, there’s nothing but the light shining from her room. That’s what she got for trying to save on her electricity bill. They step out together, shuffling down. 

She hears the achy scratching noise again, like the cry of a door hinge mixed with the squeal of nails across a chalkboard. 

“Are you scared?” Comes Xavier’s voice in the dark, she can see him faintly beside her as her eyes adjust to the dark. “Do you want me to hold your hand?” Her chest is pounding with resounding thumps that she is sure he can hear. Nevertheless, she inhales sharply and shakes her head.

“No, I’m not scared.” Maybe she says this in an attempt to calm herself, because there is undoubtedly something in her house. And she prays that it’s an animal of some sort. Preferably a neighbour’s cat. Or maybe a bird. A squirrel maybe? But she can’t fathom how an animal could get into her third floor apartment.

“Really? Then, can you hold my hand?” She looks back at him and his smug smile comes into focus. She rolls her eyes before sliding her hand into his, their fingers interlocking. 

“Do you feel better now?”

He brings the back of her hand up to his lips, planting a kiss. “Much better.”

They step into the living room, backs turned slightly into each other. She listens out for the creaking sound again. It’s faint but constant; and she can’t exactly pinpoint where it’s coming from. 

“Hey,” Xavier’s whisper brings her attention to his finger, pointed at the closed laundry door. She hesitates to take the next step forward so Xavier does it for her. He holds out a protective hand in front of them, as he walks towards the door. The scratches are intermittent now. Gnarly and mean. That’s no neighbour’s cat. Just as his hand wraps around the door knob, it bursts open almost knocking him back.

A creature shrouded in darkness emerges, claw marks etched into the wood of the door. Though her eyes had already adjusted to the dark, she could not make out the features of this monster. Almost like light did not reflect off of it. It was pure darkness with the exception of its glowing, white eyes. 

“AHH.” Xavier screams first, stumbling back into her. Her own scream is shrill and interrupted by a fearful hiccup. What the hell is that? The creature moves sporadically, its arms and elongated fingers digging frantically into the wood. It lurches forward, breaking into a sprint towards them. It doesn’t help that they’re within arms distance of it, either. 

“Holy fuck. I’m too tired for this shit.”

“Xavier!” Her voice snaps him out of his fear induced daze and he scoops her up, throwing himself back through the house. The creature scuttles after them, its footsteps heavy and shaking the walls of her apartment.

Once she finds her feet, she leads him towards the entrance. She isn’t even sure if they’ll be able to outrun the motherfucker. They’re backed up against her front door as she’s frantically shoving the wrong keys into the keyhole. 

“Xavier! Do something!” She cries. His body covers her and he wipes his brow, looking around hysterically. 

“Yeah, fuck, hold on.” He throws his palm out and encloses it around the air before the creature. A flash of golden light surges through her apartment, forcing her to shut her eyes. When she can open them again, she sees the hilt of his sword wrapped tightly in his hand. He drags his index and middle fingers up the blade and a rune of light projects forward. 

The creature is livid now, arms enclosing around them. He feels its inky coldness surround him. Can feel it cut into his cheek. But he’ll be damned if he lets it touch her. 

“Comet trail.” A projection of his sword slams into the creature and the apartment goes white around her. She feels the rumble of the ground beneath her and is swept off her feet. 

When she comes to, she sees the broken headboard of a bed on her dining table. Then the total obliteration of her ceiling. She recognises Xavier’s belongings: like his lamp, his full-body mirror (now shattered), his kettle, even parts of his fucking couch, blown to bits and scattered around her barely recognisable apartment. What. The. Fuck. In his endeavour to take down the creature, he had also annihilated half the complex. At least his own apartment--right above hers--incurred the most damage. How was she not dead, was the more pressing question. She has her answer when a hand helps her to her feet.

“Sorry about your…”

“Xavier, what the fuck.” She watches him tiptoe around the rubble that was her home. There is a stain of pure darkness where he had exorcised the creature. He kicks the debris around it, squatting to inspect it closer.

“That’s a shame. I thought at the very least it would drop a protocore.”

“That was no wanderer.”

Rafayel

The girl reaches up behind her, playing with the out of place strands of Rafayel’s hair. He feigns a frown, swatting at her fingers. 

“You’re blocking the screen, cutie.”

“Hmm?” She hums, reaching again and poking at his cheeks. She’s lying on his chest, head tucked under his chin as an old movie plays on her laptop. 

“This is my favourite part.” 

Her mouth falls open and she rolls onto her side. “Hey, you said you hadn’t seen this movie before!”

He turns her face towards the screen by her jaw, locking her in place with a tight hug. 

“Whaaat? I don’t remember saying that.”

“Rafayel, you liar.” She tries swatting at his face in her cramped position but he quickly stifles it.

“How else would I get you so eager to have a movie night with me? You’re always turning me down.” Now it’s her turn to scoff.

“I do not.” He ‘yeah yeahs’ over her, pressing soft kisses into her hair to get her to quieten down. As they settle back into the movie, there are sounds of footsteps outside her door. She shifts uncomfortably peering up to see if he has any visible reaction. He only looks down at her with a smile and leaves a kiss on her nose. Then she hears it again. They’re quick, scurried footsteps. Okay, now she has to sit up.

“Rafayel, I hear something.”

“What is it, cutie?” She pauses the movie, turning to face him fully with a serious expression. He recognises this and cups her cheek, cocking his head slightly to the side.

“Listen…” she holds her finger up. Sure enough, the footsteps sound again. Like something walking up and down the hall, stopping right outside the door, then going away again. His expression hardens to match hers.

“Scaaary.” 

“I’m not hearing things, right? Babe, can you go check on it?” He gapes at her.

“You want to send me out there?” She can’t tell if he’s pretending to be scared or not, the way his heart is beating so evenly despite the fact there was something outside her bedroom door. But her confusion dissolves as she sees him slide off the bed and walk casually to the door.

“Miss bodyguard, don’t you think you ought to be coming with me?” She rolls her eyes with a huff, getting off the bed. She wasn’t usually this jumpy when she heard strange things. She was never this jumpy on the job, in fact. “If there is someone in your apartment, we’ll have a better chance taking them out together.”

He takes her hand in his before opening the door. He looks left and right before stepping out first. The hallway is pitch black and the light switch is all the way on the other side. He shoots her a reassuring smile, snapping his fingers and lighting a pink flame between them. Its light can only go so far, though. They walk down the hallway reaching the end and entering her living room. 

“Don’t worry, cutie. See? There’s no one here.” It’s true, she can’t hear the footsteps anymore. Maybe their ears were playing tricks on them. 

As he turns them around to go back up the hallway, his flame extinguishes and the smoke carries off menacingly in a gust of wind. She feels her heart drop. Wind? In her third floor apartment? In a hallway with no windows?

“Rafayel, did you…”

He’s quick to reassure her, even though his brows are now knitted and his heart is beating a little faster. “It’s okay. It’s nothing.” Before he can take another step forward, something emerges out of the door in front of them. It turns its head to look at them. Rafayel yells, backing up immediately.

“GET DOWN!”

The figure takes on the appearance of a woman, but as its face comes into focus its mouth is wide open and stretched inhumanely wide. Darkness enshrouds its pale, hollow eyes. It’s a ghost. It has to be a ghost. With a real, physical body. A real, physical body that is coming towards them. 

“WHAT THE FUCK!” He pushes her blindly, in an attempt to get her behind him, but instead she’s launched into the wall. “WHAT THE FUCK!” Rafayel stumbles backwards, despite the ghost’s advances. It has a gnarly shriek, like its crying out. She almost wants to cringe from how harsh it is against her ear drums, but there’s no time. The adrenaline forces her to her feet.

She can feel sweat break out under her arms. On her brow. All over her body. She braces her fists, wrapping them tightly before sending it flying at the entity. It screams in its recoil, so loud she swore it shook the house. It’s head jerks back with a resounding crack. But it refolds itself with that same menacing crack, unfazed. Its arms are clasped together in front of it. It looks almost scared of her, but she dismisses the thought.

“Oh my God, don’t touch my girl!” Rafayel throws a punch at it, sending it back into the wall with another crack. He’s frantic, bouncing his weight back and forth on the balls of his feet. His head turns to look at her. “Shit! Hold my jacket!” He tears the fabric from him, handing it to her before returning to his defensive position. The girl grabs it on instinct, but her brows are furrowed. 

The ghost clambers to its feet. Its hands are now braced against the wall, supporting itself. She doesn’t know what to feel, torn between the fear pumping through her and the churning of gears in her head that insist that what she’s seeing doesn’t line up. Rafayel advances on it, pulling his hand and threatening a punch. She watches the creature cower back, boxing its shoulders in.

“Rafayel, wait!” He doesn’t listen to her, landing the punch and sending it into the ground. She runs up to him, wrapping her arms around his flexed bicep and pulling him back. “Wait! Just wait a second.” His breaths are heavy and ragged. She can see his wrists shaking as they cool down. They watch as the ghost staggers to its feet again. It almost turns away, taking aimless steps in the hallway.

“I think it’s more scared of us than we are of it,” she says. Rafayel sucks in a breath, rubbing the sides of his mouth. He realises it too, lowering his swollen fists. The creature’s cries are broken now. He takes a step towards it and it flinches. It makes him cock his head.

“Fucks sake. Well…” he rubs his temple, suddenly feeling guilty, “what do I do now? Take it outside?”

“Huh!?” 

“Do you have a better idea? I’m all ears.” Rafayel’s voice is rasped. Honestly, she’s stumped.

“Okay, that sounds like a good idea.” She tucks her hair behind her ear. “I mean, should I call anyone?”

“You’re the hunter here, Miss bodyguard.” Right. He’s right. She turns the hallway light on, instantly eradicating anything scary left about the situation. Now, there’s just a ghost in her hallway, whining pathetically from having endured getting suckerpunched three times. 

“Right, well, can you get it to the front door? Then we can deal with it outside.” 

He shot her an incredulous look. “I’m not touching it. Do you have a walking stick or something?”

She leaned a hand on her hip. “Now, really, why would I have that?”

[mouldycakes]

"There is something wrong with the way that I am built. I... I can't, uh, I can't just enjoy happiness like regular people, you know? [...] every time something good happens in my life, I... I just I think of when it's gonna end. That's all I can think about." - Danny (S04 E19)

Original HERE.

I saw it on Twitter and wanted to have it and suffer over here ;_; Transcript of the whole conversation in 4x19 + some thoughts:

Steve: She's pretty.

Danny: What?

Steve: Amber. Can tell she really cares about you, too.

Danny: Yeah, I'll probably screw it up like I do everything else. Right? Not in my DNA to be happy.

Steve: I didn't mean that. That's not what I meant. (Earlier, Steve had said: "Danny, if she (Amber) was the same age as you, you would come up with a different excuse, whatever you need, because you can't be happy. It's impossible for you; it's not in your DNA.")

Danny: No, I'm officially agreeing with you. There is something wrong with the way that I am built. I.. I can't, uh I can't just enjoy happiness like regular people, you know?

Steve: You don't think you're being a little hard on yourself?

Danny: No, I don't. When I was a kid, my parents would go out to eat dinner. And if they were late coming home, I used to imagine that they died in a car wreck, just 'cause they were 15 minutes late. And I used to talk to God and beg him. I said, "Please just take my dad, not my mom." 'Cause I couldn't live without my mom. I mean, every time something good happens in my life, I... I just I think of when it's gonna end. That's all I can think about.

Steve: (seriously concerned) You for real?

Danny: Yeah.

Steve: That's not normal.

Danny: I know it's not normal. Listen to this. On my wedding day, I'm looking at Rachel, just about to say "I do." And all I can see is the day she's gonna serve me with divorce papers. No joke. And I... I don't know, man. The only sustained happiness I ever felt in my life so far is Grace. And, you know, it's just a matter of time before she turns 18, and then she's out the door and she marries some schmuck. I don't know.

Steve: (serious) You got to change, man. You can't live like that.

Danny: Well, I'd like very much to change. It's just not so simple, you know?

-- after losing Billy, Rick(kinda), Grace, Meka, Matt, all the stuff with Rachel and her mother, Gracie being taken away from him almost 3? times, being used as spare parts for Charlie -because if he hadn't been sick, Danny would have never known Charlie was his son and wow if that isn't a punch to the gut-, being there for his mother and sisters when they need something and then they just go 'kay thnx bye' and disappear, all the brushes with death Steve's had, plus his own, plus the stress of worrying about everyone, plus being kidnapped tortured shot and afterwards being basically abandoned by his best friend while barely out of hospital unable to walk unassisted I'm also mad Steve didn't answer his text or his last words wtf Steve?! , not to mention the casual way Danny talks about killing himself through the seasons... and I'm pretty sure I'm forgetting some stuff! man, Danny needs therapy ;_; (and I need to rewatch :D)

EDIT: HOLY SHIT I forgot about Reyes and Colombia, what did all that go - they beat the sht out of him and the guilt he had (and boy if that's not a nice starter for Danny whump... they could have probably done something else and not just beat him up...)

I have lost count also of how many people spell it Columbia and not Colombia in fanfics; un saludo pa' mis hermanos latinoamericanos.

[archivedblog16]

3 things to say:

1- "being gay is when a married man cheat on wife with another man"- vivziepop's logic (her lgbtq representation is very conservative if you think about it)

2- I feel like fans know that vivziepop's writing is bullshit and full of pilot holes but they Don't care about it as long there's characters to fuck *cough* loona *cough*,people underestimate the power of horny lol and to this day I still don't understand the hype and praise for loona but this is how Internet works I guess

3- I usually don't care about ships and strange kinks as long it stays fictional and no real person is involved in it BUT i hate it when a creator push it in their "morality teaching shows" it's where I draw the line like you either make serious show about taking abuse seriously to spread awareness or a weird fever dream kink show made for gooners to enjoy, you can't have it both,vivziepop made hypersexuals look like bunch of freaks and stigmatised them even more. "Please guys have sympathy for this character for getting sexually harassed but please don't blame him for sexually harassing others cause trauma made him hypersexual and you have to deal with it, he's just coping!" Like wtf are you serious? There's different ways to coping with trauma including drawing fetishes and kinks and i see no problem with it but harassing others is not coping you are just being peirce of shit, her morality is so flawed what is she even trying to tell audience? Victims of SA become assholes and have free card to harassing others? Wtf? And Yes I am a proshipper and I hate HH/HB because I hate it when a show tell you it's ok to cheat and it's ok to sexually harassing others why? because you said that this show is meant to represent victims but you only made victims feel embarrassed even more about themselves and you backstabbed them like don't you realise when you say your shows is about victims your victims watch the show to feel comfortable and feel being understood only for them seeing angel dust being asshole and sir.pentious getting SA'd as a joke? where's the SA awareness? Like yes we know victims who read SA fanfic as coping exist but not all of them cope the same way and we thought you would tell us how terrible SA can be and how it effects victims horribly ,not using trauma to excuse their shitty behaviours? I hate seeing people getting hurt and I don't want to be near someone telling me that them being asshole is ok because "HB is like bojack horseman and told me it's ok because X And Y" like stfu if you truly know anything about bojack horseman you wouldn't even think of comparing the two also you're an adult and if a dumb cartoon made you harassing others then you weren't good person in the first place you bastard maybe talk to therapy instead because creating trauma to others will never help you also not to mention half of fanbase of HH/HB are minors thanks to lazyass parents and society gaslighting everyone with "if it's cartoon then it's for kids" but the audience is out of vivziepop's control do i am not gonna blame her for this one but all i know is that unlike adults who are aware and responsible for their actions minors brain is not fully developed and they can be misguided most of times so i am worried about them growing up with vivziepop's 'morality' so i don't know the solution of who is watching cartoon and i think we should normalizing shaming lazy parents like don't be a parent if you would just let internet babysitting your child instead of you doing it yourself parenting is called parenting for a reason you're called "parent" not "birth giver", why am I proshipper? Because I don't care about others ships but I don't like the She-ra's "lesbians can't be abusive! You must feel bad for your abuser and you owe them everything and you should forgive them" Message and vivziepop's "if you're in straight marriage and you find out you're gay just cheat oh and if you have trauma it's ok to be asshole" Message (I hope you understand what I am trying to say and I hope you understand we have same goals before you tell me I am terrible as abusers just because i don't care about others ships and believing that fictional things doesn't matter as long it's fictional)

Alright I am done,scream at me I guess

The fans would also fill in the holes regarding Helluva Boss and doesn’t help that Vivziepop would like tweets about it. Don’t like tweets of your fans defending your show. Put and write it into your dialogue not on Twitter 😭

Yeah, Vivziepop has a huge problem of wanting her cake and eating it. Like what you mentioned Anon, the sexual assault jokes then another moment taking it seriously. Rinse and repeat. The moral compass in Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss is so wish-washy.

Successfully killed straight married couple. Cool. Oh no, Blitzø doesn’t have the guts to kill a gay couple. Woahh apparently it’s character development (despite Blitzø fighting over a parking lot like an Anon in my last ask mentioned, happily participating in a Wrath competition in Millie’s hometown, killing lumberjacks, happily will screw over the cherubs, etc etc).

Most of the characters especially if a character is Vivziepop’s favorite, don’t get held accountable and when they do have a chance to be called out, it’s usually downgraded in some way or there is some excuse in said action.

Its funny you bring up the children in Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss because there was literally a situation where like what a 9-10 year old was at a Hazbin convention asking Blake Roman an inappropriate question regarding Angel Dust. It is so mind boggling to watch. Hazbin and Helluva are supposed to be for adults (+18) but the both shows don’t seem adult despite covering big topics like rape, kinks, etc. It feels like 2 kids in a trench coat attempting to sneak into a R rated movie.

At the day it’s the parent’s responsibility and they should be called out. It also doesn’t help that a few voice actors like Amir encourage kids and parents to watch Hazbin Hotel, despite Vivziepop expressing multiple times it’s for adults. I don’t know if he changed his mind about kids accessing Hazbin Hotel but I hope he does.

Vivziepop could potentially age gate Helluva Boss (I’m not talking about the warning sequence from Helluva Boss that flashes for 5-10 seconds every episode). But like manually do this:

But Vivziepop would lose some more views if that happened. Otherwise there isn’t much she can do.

[soombee]

ଳ⋆｡˚𖦹 caught in the current of you — 05 , 𝓲 𝓯𝔀 𝔂𝓱𝓾 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝔂

warnings ! lowk slight angst + ummm slighty freaky

wordcount , 2291 / 2.2k (sorryLOL)

u r pink, leehan is green (for thoughts)

11:30 am — your house

leehan shot you a quick text and leaned back in his seat, idly scrolling through his phone until the front door swung open

he stepped out of the car as you peeked out, waving him over. your hair was a bit messy, and you were still your pajamas—a cropped long-sleeve top and matching short shorts with little teddy bears printed on it

“omg hi,” she greeted, holding the door open for him, “sorry, i’m still in pjs, come quick it’s cold”

leehan closes the front door, letting the warmth of the heater cover his frosted skin

“i need a second opinion,” you clarified, leading him towards your room

leehan looked around, noticing the soft sage green that matched her personality perfectly

he noticed your bean bag and crashed on it, the walls are adorned with a mix of posters, photos, and decorations, adding a personal touch

“so,” turning toward him, “what do i wear?”

leehan glanced at your pajamas, then at the outfits on the bed, “i mean u could just go like that,” he joked, a small smirk tugging at his lips

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “SERIOUSLY, sangwon’s almost there!! we’re gonna be lateee!”

“i’m serious, it’s cute,” he said, shrugging casually “but if u insist, let’s see”

“Hello. DID I HEAR HIM CORRECTLY???.!.?” your eyes wide open, “omg. He’s so. Freaking Oblivious. AHAHHHHHAHAHAHHH!!!”

he got up from the bean bag and walked over to your bed, picking up a fitted white tee

“what about this?” he holds it up to your body, “looks nice on you”

you nodded, picking at your own hands as you try your best not to squeal in front of him, “mmm alright, what about my jeans?”

leehan grabbed the washed jeans that were folded neatly and held them against the crop top

“omg wait, i’m literally so goated at this wtf” he nods his head in disbelief, “it matches ur proportions perfectly, you’re welcome”

you laughed at his praise “don’t get too ahead of urself buddy… it’s literally just a basic tee w baggy jeans”

“always hating for what?” he chuckles, setting the clothes down

you scoff, heading towards the bathroom, “let me get changed real quick”

leehan nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he glanced around your room and his eyes landed on your bed side table, a polaroid of you and your friends at some social event. his eyes lingered on you,

“cute..” — leehan

when you returned, dressed in the outfit he picked, he blinked at LEAST 10 times, he was caught a little off guard. the cropped shirt hugged your figure just right,

“what’s this feeling…?” he could hear his heart beat, “whatever.. must be cus it’s my first time in a girls room.. yeah.. sure..”

“so?” you asked, doing a little spin

“uh..” he paused, trying to find the right words as he looks you up and down, “i— uh, you’re welcome, is all i can say”

“your ego is too high for your own good, hannie” you grab your bag from the dining room table and head towards the door, not noticing your nickname slip up “let’s gooo”

he looks down at you, getting a strange feeling in his stomach, “haha, let’s go” he fixes his hair

“damn it’s getting hot in here.” he smirks

12:38 pm — almost there (sorry not sorry sangwon)

the drive was quiet at first, considering you two just stared getting to know each other, there was only the low hum of the music playing in the background.

leehan, was always one to fill silences, started rambling about some new fish he saw at the aquarium the other day..

“it was huge, yn. like, i thought it was going to jump out the glass and bite me or something!!” he said, his eyes lighting up as he gestured wildly with one hand

you chuckled at his words, nodding along, though your mind wasn’t on the fish. you were too busy noticing the small things about him—

you noticed how his fingers tapped against the steering wheel in time with the beat, how his side profile looked unfairly perfect in the sunlight streaming through the rolled down window, how his beauty marks were spread perfectly across his face… oh how lovely he was!!

“how can someone be so perfect?!” you flash a soft smile, feeling your heart beating out of your chest, thank god for the loud freeway & background music..

when you two finally arrived, leehan was quick to jump out and jog around the car to open your door

you blinked at him as he held it open with a small bow, smirking like it was the most natural thing in the world

“you didn’t have to do that,” you mumbled, putting away your makeup as you finish touching your blush up (u didn’t even have to do that with leehan there hehe #NaturalBlush)

“i know,” he replied easily, like it was no big deal, how oblivious of him!!

you tried to ignore the way your chest tightened at the gesture. he was like this with everyone, wasn’t he? always kind, always thoughtful, right..?

as you two walked down the sidewalk towards the café, you found yourself hyper-aware of your surroundings—the crunch of leaves underfoot, the faint chill in the air, and most of all, the proximity between you and leehan. your arms swung lightly at your sides, occasionally brushing against each other

his fingers grazed yours, so brief it could’ve been nothing, but it felt like everything to you. you froze for a fraction of a second, your heart skipping a beat, but he didn’t seem to notice. he kept walking, completely unfazed, rambling about some band Sangwon had recommended to him last week

“how is he this oblivious?!” your cheeks heating up as you stared down at your shoes. so obviously distracted by the phantom feeling of his hand brushing yours that you barely heard what he was saying

“yn?” he stopped in his tracks to check up on you

you blinked, looking up, “h-huh what??”

he gave you a curious look, tilting his head slightly, “u good? u look…uhh..troubled?”

“uh, yeah! totes fine!!” you say quickly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and giving him a little smile

“hm” leehan squinted at you, not believing you one bit

for a moment, you let herself hope—just for a moment—that maybe he had felt it too.

but then, as the day went on, you watched him being his usual self, holding doors open for strangers, offering a smile to anyone and everyone, and you realized it was just him,

you weren’t so special, he was just nice to everyone!

you can’t believe you thought you might’ve been special to him —maybe those smiles meant something extra when he gave them to you?

but now, as the day went on and you watched him be just as sweet to sangwon— well, maybe even sweeter— but you realized it wasn’t the case

your heart sank a little, becoming a lot quieter, not really in the mood to laugh along with their jokes anymore

sangwon, who was surprisingly observant, noticed almost immediately. when your huzz wandered off to grab drinks, he nudged you

“what’s up with you”

“nothing” you lied, continuing to scroll on your phone

he rolled his eyes, “you’re so annoying, you’ve been weird all day.” he scoffed, “does it have to do with him?”

you silence was enough to answer his suspicions, how’s his dumbass so emotionally aware.

sangwon sighed, glancing over at where leehan was fiddling with a vending machine, “look, he’s dumb. like, reaaalllyyy dumb.. he probably doesn’t even realize he’s making you feel this way”

“i’m fine,” you muttered, voice cracking slightly. you don’t even know why you cared so much!! it’s not like you two were ever anything?!

sangwon stared at your frown for a moment before clicking his teeth,

“what’s up w him…”

by the time leehan returned, you noticed sangwon had a smirk on his face

“yo, hasn’t she been kind of quiet today?” sangwon said casually, sipping his drink

leehan frowned, his eyes flicking to your figure, “really? are you okay?”

you forced a small laugh, “fine, just tired”

he didn’t seem convinced, spending the rest of the day trying to cheer you up. he tried everything, telling you the most ridiculous stories, made faces that would have embarrassed anyone else just to make you smile — even just a little bit

6:49 pm — leehan’s car

by the time he was driving you home, the sadness that had been weighing on your chest had mostly lifted, thanks to his silly little self

“thank you for today,” you said softly as he pulled up to the driveway

“anytime,” he replied, looking at your face intently

you tried to play it off, shifting your weight slightly, but the way his eyes studied you made it impossible to move naturally

“fuck.” lub-dub , lub-dub

“FUCKCKCKCKKK” your heart screams

leehan wasnt saying anything else, just looking. his expression was calm, unreadable, but there was something about the way he wasnt blinking—like he couldn’t, like he didn’t want to miss a single detail

“what?” you asked, your voice quieter than you intended

“nothing,” he said, eyes refusing to waver

your heart thudded against your ribs, your skin heating under the intensity of it all. you forced yourself to glance away, breaking the invisible thread pulling you toward him. but even when you weren’t looking, you could feel it—his eyes lingering on you, the weight of his silence, the strange electricity hanging between you two

“youre staring,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant

“am i?” he smirked, as though he hadnt even realized. but the slight shift in his posture betrayed him—his fingers flexed against his jeans, and he took the smallest step back, like he was trying to compose himself?

“yes, yes you are,” you muttered with a nervous heart, still avoiding his gaze

“didnt mean to” his voice softened, and when you glanced back at him, you noticed how his jaw tightened, like he was holding himself back. he looked away quickly, messing with his hair in that casual way he always did when he was nervous, but his fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt like it was the only thing grounding him

“holy shit he’s so.”

it was silent for a moment, the kind of silence that made your skin tingle. you were certain he was just zoning out, that his obliviousness was working overtime today. after all, he was leehan—the guy who never seemed to notice how much you cared

even though you just met the guy.

but what you didn’t see was the way his chest rose and fell unevenly as he tried to look anywhere but at you.. how he swallowed hard to push down the lump in his throat.. how he wanted nothing more than to close the distance between you but stopped himself every. single. time.

because in leehan’s mind, you didnt feel the same. you couldnt, not when you were so effortlessly you, and he was just… him.

how you never returned his subtle glances in chemistry. how you never listen to the songs he writes for you. how you never noticed him.

“next time…”

“lets go,” you said finally, breaking the moment as you grabbed your bag

“right,” he said, clearing his throat as he turned toward the door. but his hand twitched at his side, and for a fleeting second, he almost reached out to you. almost.

instead, he held the door open, waiting as you walked past, his gaze fixed firmly on the floor now

you didnt notice the way his knuckles turned white as he gripped the car door or the way his lips pressed into a thin line to keep from saying the one thing he wanted most

and as you brushed past him, your shoulders accidentally bumping, you felt a spark, faint but impossible to ignore

“thank you,” you mumbled, brushing your hair behind your ear as you hurried toward the front door

“anytime,” he said again, his voice quieter this time, almost like a promise he wasnt sure he was allowed to keep

but then, in the corner of your eyes, you noticed the packages stacked outside the door—big, heavy furniture boxes that you completely forgotten were supposed to arrive today

“uuuugghhhhhh,” already dreading the idea of dragging them inside

“hm? whats wrong?”

“nothign, just…those” you motioned towards the boxes

leehan followed your gaze, “oh, let me help”

“nonono, you dont have to—”

“too late,” cutting you off, racing you towards the front door

you worked together to carry the boxes inside, though you struggled with yours almost immediately….. #weak

before you could protest for the nth time, leehan reached over to help, his hand brushing yours as he took over the box for you

something suddenly knocking the air out of you. you glanced at him, cheeks burning but he didn’t seem to notice at first

he looked up, catching the flustered expression in your eyes

“wait are you blushing?” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement

“what? no!!!” you defended, punching him slightly, “you wish.”

“yes i do.”

he grinned, and then—he giggled. actually giggled. it was soft and boyish, the kind of sound that sent anyone’s heart into overdrive

“riiighhhttt,” he teased, “must be the heat or something!!”

you glared at him, the effect was ruined by your reddish cheeks, “just shut up and carry the box”

leehan’s laughter followed you into the house, and even after he left, the sound lingered, echoing in your mind long into the night

maybe sangwon actually put u on… hm.. nah

i giggled writing the last part hehehehehehe , user writemyeyes isn’t leehan beeteedubs

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[jeansplaytoy]

“Ain’t shit.” - c.springer

(part two here.)

part 1

when you and your toxic ass boyfriend, connie get into what seems to be your final argument.

mentions of cheating, cursing, n word being used, afrolatino/lightskin!connie ;), angst?, toxicity.

^y’all i have no idea why the words r bunched up if y’all see that. lmao

“don’t start wit’ that bullshit, y/n.” connie said, walking through the house while you followed him— with the bullshit.

“nah, because why everytime i go out, it’s another hoe screaming ‘bout how she fucked you whenever? you know what? i’m done wit’cho ass.” you followed him to the kitchen. it was exactly what it seemed too, everyday, another woman was talking to her friend about how connie did this and that to her, and you just wasn’t really having it.

“bro, what is you talkin’ bout? i ain’t fucked nobody since i been wit’ you.” he paused. “but you” he said, stopping by the sink and leaning on it, letting his head hang a little to huff at your words. “well that’s not what them hoes say.” you put your hands on your hips as you stood all the way across from him, on the other side of the island counter. one thing you weren’t gonna do, is let no man play you. ever. he can hit once and leave, but if a relationship comes into the picture then you take that shit seriously, and right now it seemed like his ass really didn’t care.

“you buggin.” he laughed to refrain his self from getting mad at you, but you were irking his nerves. like, for real. “oh i’m buggin’? connie, that’s what you always say when i catch you in a damn lie.” you tilt your head in a ‘wtf are you talking about’ way.

“so you gone listen to some random hoes on the street instead of me?” he crossed his arms. “yes, nigga cause’ you always doin’ something you ain’t got no business.” and that’s when you started walking over to him. his eyes followed you as he kept his attention on you. “now if i were to go around fucking on yo friends you’d be mad right?” you said before nudging his head. he rubbed the side of his head before looking at you.

“hell yeah i’d be mad, cus you always finding a way to piss me off when i don’t be doing shit to you. always believing what other females gotta say.” he shook his head before walking off. “man, stop acting like a bitch sometimes.” he mumbled under his breath while walking off.

you looked at him and narrowed your eyes. “what?”

it wasn’t like he was calling you a bitch, but that word being used in a sentence where he was referring to, and talking to you? no.

“chill out ma, you keepin’ up all that noise.” he said before sitting on the couch and propping his leg up. you stared at him for a minute before slowly nodding. “get the fuck out.” you pointed towards the door. he looked at you for a few seconds before laughing. “what?”

“i said, get out.” you repeated yourself.

connie looked at you again before his smile slowly dropped, but not into a sad face. this time, you really pissed him off. “ ‘t fuck?” he frowned. “oh, what? you don’t think i’m dead serious about what the fuck i’m saying?” you tilted your head. “since you wanna go with other bitches, go with em. go live with em. do whatever you want, we done.” you said before scoffing.

connie stared at you before standing up. “that’s yo problem. you believe everything everybody say. you too pretty to be acting this damn stupid.” he mumbled while standing in front of you. you looked towards the ground to avoid any further conversation with him.

“you think i wanna do this?” you asked. “hell yeah.” he said while tilting his head back a little. you looked up at him. “i hate yo ass. you make me sick.” you said before pushing him away from you and walking upstairs.

you weren’t being completely serious. you didn’t hate connie. but you hate how he acted everytime you got into an argument about another woman.

“how? cause you never did that crazy shit. you never went through my phone, asked about my female friends, if i even got any. but you tryna accuse me of cheating on you. ma, you know how dumb you sound?” he frowned while following you upstairs.

“connie just get out, for real.” you shook your head. “nah, what’s the problem? i thought you was all big.” he said while walking into your room where you sat on your bed. “leave me alone.” you exhaled. “and get out.”

he looked at you before nodding. “okay.” he said, grabbing only his charger as his phone was placed in his pocket. you looked at him. “get all yo’ shit, connie, you not coming back over here.” you frowned as you followed him back down the stairs. “connie, i’m so fuckin serious, get yo shit from upstairs.” you pointed behind you as you grabbed his arm to turn him around.

“i’ll come get my shit when i feel like it.” he mumbled before opening the door and slamming it behind him. you stared at it for a while before locking it and walking back over to your couch, sitting down.

“hoe.” you mumbled to yourself.

yes the theme changed!

[beatrixst0nehill]

"Here we go, last day living as a 'girl'! Hope no one's too bummed, I guess I couldn't keep having fun as a sorority girl with huge cow tits forever. I can't believe my university is really doing this, I swear it's one big kink to these people to see trans girls detrans. Soooo, basically I was just going about my life, hooking up with boys, having fun partying at college and this morning one of my friends is like, 'Hey, Josie, did you know Prop 843 passed?' I lied and said I had no idea what that was. She giggled and groped one of my tits, smiling as she said that my college was about to force me to detrans.

I was like, 'WTF you can't be serious!' She kept groping my breasts, rubbing up against me, making me sooooo hard! She said my breasts were going to get chopped off immediately. I was stunned. I asked her if that was true and she was SO giddy! She miiiiight have rode my cock as she held out a video on her phone explaining Prop 843. Basically, at the discretion of all Kentucky universities, all trans students could be enlisted into a statewide detrans study. If we're between 19 and 25. And I'm 19, almost 20. By discretion, they were supposed to enlist uncertain and questioning trans people, instead they're only targeting the most passing trans people, almost exclusively those of us who never went through the wrong puberty and started blockers in junior high.

I was just getting used to really enjoying getting to be a girl, but I've already spent most of my life living as a girl, so I'll probably wind up as some femboy crossdresser anyway..... Which my friend reminded me I already was as she rode my cock. Guess I better embrace being a dumb boy. This sucks so bad though! I can't believe this bill actually passed! I miiiiight have voted for a few of the people saying they wanted to create it. But just as like a weird kink, like of course these people weren't going to actually win the election and pass this bill! But it made me hard af. Picturing it happening....... I nutted so many times fantasizing about it. I never thought it'd really happen! I was blushing so much as my friend rode my poor swollen cock, giggling and moaning all of her inner transphobic thoughts as she showed me the video, telling me she could always tell I was a boy even before we showered together, that it was so obvious I wasn't a girl. And of course her words only made me even harder and cum right into her pussy...... Um, hopefully all this estrogen that ballooned my boobs to this side made my cum too weak to impregnate anybody...... Ughhhh, guess it's time I get ready to embrace being a boy! Wish me luck!"

"Holyyyy fuck, guys! I am so happy I got detransed! Life is incredible now! I mean, don't get me wrong, getting fucked constantly by horny muscular frat boys was a dream come true, but now I'm like the femboy stud of the sorority. I 'officially' just volunteer here as a 'breeding adviser', but what I really do is use my newly enlarged cock to show all these college nymphos what a man I was always meant to be! Of course I still dress fem and I have my submissive days...... But this is seriously so much better than being a tanned bimbo trans girl with a tiny five-inch cock.

It's been almost a year since my last post and yes, at first it sucked. They practically shaved my head and chopped off my boobs immediately, as well as putting me on dick growth pills, a fuckton of T to masculinize me really fast, and steroids, mandating a new workout regimen to help unfeminize my body. I still look fucking gorgeous though! But now with way stronger arms, no giant udders weighing me down, and a fourteen-inch cock to destroy unsuspecting little sluts' pussies with. Honestly, facial hair is easy enough to cover with makeup, but sometimes I rock the beard for fun. I love having a deeper voice and all the ways my bone structure changed so fast to undo the unnatural girl puberty I cruelly forced on my body.

Finally, I'm getting to become who I was meant to be! A femboy stud who fucks anyone at this sorority no matter how vulnerable and pregnant they are. For all the bitching and moaning about locker rooms and bathrooms girls drag me into their spaces constantly now to fuck their brains out before a big test or game. Thankfully my cock is pumped full of so many drugs I can go for hours and barely feel tired. It's almost embarrassing looking back at my old vids and pictures, like how could I ever walk around with giant fat tits like that? 🤮 I was such a proud little whore, no wonder I was nothing but an ass to fuck for every guy here until I detransed and got my act together! Sooooo embarrassing looking back, but we all have our cringe phases! Some are just way worse than others! Hopefully more states pass this type of bill, please please please beg your representatives to introduce similar legislation in your state! I see a lot of 'girls' on my feed who need to face reality and detrans already! ❤️"

[katyawriteswhump]

love and other catastrophes at the omega cafe (5.2/8) 🐈‍⬛

Here's the rest of today's chapter. I hope you enjoy 💚 

Summary: Steve is a runaway Omega who gets a job at an Omega café, where he’s basically paid to curl up and purr in Alphas’ laps. It’s legal, and he earns a living, rents his own place. He’s getting along fine for a packless Omega. Then Alpha rockstar Eddie Munson turns up for an hour of ‘kitty’ petting, and shatters Steve’s fragile little world…

Rating: E; CW: reference to past drug use; Tags: omega steve, alpha eddie, a/b/o dynamics, fluff and angst, sexual content 💚 

Chapter 1 on tumblr (also index post) Chapter 2 on tumblr Chapter 3.1 Chapter 3.2 Chapter 4.1 Chapter 4.2 Chapter 5.1

Chapter 5.2

Eddie placed Steve back on his feet. A cool wind cleaved between them, and Steve wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. Before Eddie could do anything about it, Robin stomped toward them. “Get inside, Steve, before you catch your death!”

“Seriously?” Steve rolled his eyes and retreated into the apartment. Eddie disappeared behind the screen to get changed, acutely aware that Robin remained, waiting on the other side.

“You do realise how far you’ve gone?” she hissed. “If you drop him now, he’ll get rejection sickness.”

 “I’m deadly serious about this, Ma’am. That’s why we’re courting.”

“Is that what you say to all of them? Huh? Huh? How many Omegas have you been with this year? This month?”

“Listen, since I arrived in this city, I’ve honestly towed the line as your bonafide rockstar monk. Even at ‘Kitties’, I only ever wanted Steve.”

“Before that?”

For a moment, Eddie considered dropping his tone below an Omega’s hearing range. In case Steve was listening. Then he felt an asshat for it and spoke in his normal voice. “Look, I’ve never courted anyone before. Yeah, I’ve had plenty of sex—Betas, Alpha on Alpha, you freakin’ name it, sister. And I’ve helped more than a few willing Omegas through their heats. Ya know, one-heat stands and then swapsies to help me through my ruts, plus a bunch of one-night stands.”

He cringed. Truth was, he had few regrets. He didn’t even believe he’d left too long a trail of broken hearts. Everything had been so casual, beginning to end. When the sex got out of hand—like the nasty white powder he’d snorted before every concert a year or so back—he’d worked hard to kick the habit. With the help of his friends.

He still wished he’d saved himself for Steve. Wtf? WTF?

“I’m not so different from most Alphas.” He dragged on his pants, which proved an effort what with his lingering dampness and other jutting obstacles. “We are known for spreading our wild oats.”

“Yeah, but you’re more an industrial seed spreader. How do I know you’re not gonna kick Steve like he’s another bad habit and leave him to rot?”

She was slashing him open, right here in his own apartment. His instinct was to chew her head off. Instead, as he emerged from behind the screen, he’d gotten his hands clasped imploringly.

“I swear, I could never hurt him. I’ve never felt like this before. I’d literally die to protect him. Please, if you’d just trust me?”

A beat passed. He grew aware that Steve was drawing close again. His peachy-floral-vanilla scent spiralled up Eddie’s nostrils. It made him crazy-happy, even under Robin’s withering glare.

“I’m watching you,” she said. Then her lips twisted into a smirk. “I’m watching you both. You’re ridiculously cute together. Don’t ruin it.”

The meal passed smoothly enough. Robin had thawed, and Eddie talked fairly openly about rehab—the time he went in for his coke addiction, at any rate. Robin and Wayne got along famously, as did Wayne and Steve, who started chatting about hockey. The topic always bored the crap out of Eddie. His brain still raced ahead to some magical evening when they’d watch a game together, and he could piss them off yelling for the ‘wrong’ side.

Steve, meanwhile, relaxed into a cute, playful mood that Eddie found totally infectious.

Yeah, they giggled and played footsie. Yeah, Eddie squeezed Steve’s knee every time he got the faintest chance. When Steve complained he was stuffed, Eddie slid his hand up and under Steve’s now untucked shirt to feel the faint swell of that glorious little tummy.

And… yes, yes, oh fuck, YES, BABY!

Steve’s fingers wandered tentatively across Eddie’s thigh more than once, darting back before he’d gotten his hand over Eddie’s dick.

“Looking for something?” whispered Eddie eventually, voice tight, because he’d gotten more-than-a-semi throbbing away again.

When Steve answered with a gasp of mock innocence, Eddie grabbed his hand and shoved it there. “See what you’re doing to me, Omega.”

Steve’s giggles grew so excited he hiccupped loudly, distracting the Betas from their animated conversation. “So, Eddie,” said Robin, with a terrifying smile, “when exactly were you gonna tell Steve you’ve gotten several gigs coming up, like, on the other side of the continent?”

“It’s hardly a state secret,” answered Eddie, breezily enough. “The world and their mother can look up Corroded Coffin’s schedule online.” Guilt clanged, all the same. He honestly hadn’t wanted to think about it, let alone talk about it. To be brutal, since he’d met Steve, all of his former priorities, including touring and recording their new album, had felt trivial.  “I’ll be gone for less than a fortnight,” he said to Steve, dead earnest now. “It won’t get in the way of our courting.”

“When do you go?” asked Steve.

“In three days.” Steve’s shoulders slumped a little, and Eddie grimaced. Those days would be packed with rehearsals, unless he really blew the guys off on this. “Sorry.”

“I’m cool,” said Steve, then, with a sniff, “you better call.”

I don’t want to call you. I want you to come with me.

The words teetered on the tip of Eddie’s tongue. Then Robin leaped up, causing her chair to clatter behind her and nearly topple. “It’s nearly midnight. Steve, we gotta go.”

They parted with hugs and smiles, although Steve seemed slightly subdued.

Once they’d gone, Eddie wanted to slap himself, and only just drew back from kicking a hole in the wall.

He’d fucked up. Steve was gone. Despite all his burning desire to protect the Omega, he was the one who’d wound up hurting him.

He was gonna have to think about the gigs. He was gonna have to be all fucking adult and responsible and think everything through. Because the idea of being without Steve, even for a day or so, was a freakin’ miserable one.

On the other hand, Corroded Coffin gigs were noisy and chaotic, a melting pot of aggressive Alpha scents. They were hardly a great hang-out for any Omega. Certainly not one who reacted so strongly to music.

And specifically, to Eddie’s music.

Wayne headed to bed as soon as they’d finished clearing up. Eddie had way too much restless energy to sleep. He changed into his slouchiest sweatpants and headed out onto the veranda, clutching a bourbon.

Which he placed, untouched, beside a swing sculpted to look like an enormous coconut. Gazing out across the twinkling lights of the city, he tried to focus, to think stuff through.

It was darn impossible. His need for the Omega was visceral, an agony that twisted in his heart, his mind… and, yeeeeeah, his dick.

The distant ding of the elevator cut through the quiet. A fresh wisp of Steve’s scent reached Eddie’s accelerating breaths, and those torturously tight knots inside him began to release.

He rushed forward to greet his Omega. Steve kinda tripped through the veranda doors and tumbled into Eddie’s opened arms: “What the heck are you doing here, Steve? Where’s Robin?”

“I ditched her,” said Steve. “She thinks I’m home in bed. Love her to bits, but she was… cramping my style. We need to talk. Like, properly talk.”

Eddie agreed, but his mind was veering farther than ever from clarity. His hands slid up around Steve’s face. Their bodies notched together so perfectly, and Steve was literally melting into him.

With an effort, Eddie eked out words that weren’t entirely dictated by physical needs. “What do you want to know, Baby? Whatever it is, just ask.”

“Well, I kinda wanted to talk about me, not just you, and…um…" Steve trailed off, fretting his lower lip. Eddie let rip instead, words tumbling from him, barely coherent, before he could stop himself:

“You’re safe with me, Steve. You’ll always be safe with me. When you offered yourself at the café, all the mindfulness, tranqs, all the months of therapy… It flew straight outta the window. I wanted you… It was agony… but I couldn’t hurt you. I never want to hurt you.”

“Woah! That’s a lot.” Steve was smiling. Eddie’s lust-addled brain took it as a win. “All of it good. I trust you, Eddie, which is why…” He winced slightly, trailing off.

Eddie glided one of his hands to Steve’s nape. “What is it, Baby?”

“You know what part of your music really flipped me out? It was the lyric ‘home.’ From your lips. Honestly, in that moment, you could’ve done anything with me. I was ready to roll over, offer all I got. I guess… we weren’t ready.”

Eddie wracked his brain. Home. Something about ‘the death-knell dialling home?’

He’d almost forgotten that lyric, which seemed throwaway and unimportant now. Though he was damn sure Steve was the one who’d gotten those creative juices flowing again, and…

…Steve wanted a home. With Eddie. After less than a week knowing each other.

Eddie was fiiiine with that.

Yeah, it was quick. Wayne and Robin would both have plenty to say about it. Right now, Eddie couldn’t give a rat’s ass. Steve perfumed the cool night air like a counter at Macy’s, and Eddie was releasing a cloud of aroma you could probably smell on that near-full moon.

His blood thundering in his ears, he tuned back into Steve’s quiet voice.

“Look, I’m not asking you to offer me that home, not without knowing me better. There’s stuff I need to tell you, serious stuff, and… Oh!”

Animal instincts kicked in. Eddie swept Steve up into his arms, like earlier. Steve reacted instantly, reclining bonelessly. His head flopped backward, and he offered up his pale throat, unsullied by any mating bite, to Eddie.

Eddie’s gaze drilled through layers of suddenly translucent skin and into Steve’s pulsing veins. His lips peeled back, and… HOLY FUCK, NO MUNCHIES YET, MUNSON! Steve, fortunately, lifted his head back up: “Alpha,” he murmured, eyes glazed and spacey. “I-I’m ready for that kiss Robin interrupted.”

Eddie knew his smile remained savage. “I’d say I’m ready too, Omega.”

Steve inhaled sharply and closed his eyes. Eddie closed in.

At the featherlight touch of lips, relief and excitement raced through Eddie in equal measures. He moved his mouth caressingly, savoring the pure, perfect flavor of his Omega, inhaling Steve’s sweet sigh. Steve slid fingers up into Eddie’s hair, tangled, tugged and clung, urging Eddie on.

Finally, Eddie slid his tongue between those butter-soft lips, claiming a kiss that he was damn sure he’d craved his entire life.

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