#sometimes australia sucks

[iwanttorundirectlyintothesun]

fuck the ndia

no, seriously, these bastards are so incapable of admitting that they don't actually care about the Australian people that they want to blame people who don't follow their (self-admittedly) complicated instructions to the dot on the i's for "wasting money" by accruing aids that they actually need. they punish people by refusing to help people buy clothing accommodations, mobility aids, transport and then making them wait for replies. a kid died. a 19 year old on an ndis plan died in their home because the ndia didn't help, didn't give them the support that they needed to the point that the last thing the kid communicated to anyone was a text asking if the ndis responded to their request for 24 hr support.

Menstruation products are only available as a support if they are deliberately and specifically required by the disability, not if your period is affected by your disability, not if you have a particularly difficult menstrual cycle that is exacerbated by your disability, only if you have an issue that is specifically and evidentially caused by your disability.

They want thousands of dollars worth of reports that list each thing wrong with you and the way you live, they want several years worth of doctors visits and personal accounts and bank statements. All so someone that doesn't even have a medical degree can tell you that it's not cost effective. Can tell you that under rule 34 of the 2013 ndis act they can legally say, "sorry, you're not worth the money".

And then when you give them that truly unnecessary number of personal details and evidence they don't even look at it. They don't read the letters from the specialists. They ignore evidence and say that it doesn't matter that that recommendation came directly from a professional/specialist. They don't look at the receipts and testimonials and papers you've found and researched on your own time to prove that this aid will help, this prescription will help you live a better, calmer, happier life not marred by as much pain and suffering. A life that's living and not just surviving.

All because they don't care, because the government made some stupid decisions decades ago and every time they get an opportunity to change they dig themselves deeper and say don't worry about the inflation, don't worry about the cost of living, don't worry about how your body and your country are failing you.

People on a disability scheme like the ndis according Australian Institute of Health and Welfare are twice as likely if not more to commit suicide than the general population. Men who are disabled are more likely to commit suicide and more likely to consider it (doi: 10.1093/pubmed/fdy197).

They hire lawyers that call in soft voices to tell you that you need to resubmit years worth of evidence, that "that's not what the agency is for" when you ask for the recommended number of hours. And legal aid is no help, they want you to wait until you're booked until you ask them for help even when you've been told specifically to ask them for help. And because this is happening all over, the support workers and advocacy groups are overrun and overworked.

The ndia only cares if it will make them look good on paper. The ndia will tell the general population "look how much money we saved" while the disabled looks on in agony, while they are denied medication, support, aid, transportation, therapies and god knows what else.

[lollytea]

Willow is capable of spells that could do this to a person's body

[confused-disaster32]

Does anyone know where the best places to buy binders are?

I use to hear good things about GC2B and that's still where one of my friends buys but also ik that apparently they've been getting worst quality?

So yeah, if anyone could recommend a good place to purchase a binder that'd be appreciated

[readytospock]

finally… a formula one race at a reasonable time 🤩🤩🤩

[kursed]

This is why we can't have nice things

I can't watch it anywhere in Australia

[thelostconsultant]

What are we?

pairing: Oscar Piastri x reader

summary: After a bittersweet maiden win, Oscar needs his best friend's company. But maybe it's time to put a label on what you two really are.

Since Oscar had other obligations after the race, you waited for him in his driver's room, browsing the internet to see what people had to say about everything that happened today. It was pure chaos out there, and this was a bittersweet win for your friend. He deserved better. Much better than this.

At one point you must have fallen asleep, because you woke up to the bed shifting next to you, and opened your eyes with a short laugh when you felt the newcomer press a kiss on your forehead. “You're done for today?” you asked sleepily.

Nodding, Oscar lied down on his back and put his head in your lap. “I just want some peace and quiet,” he muttered as he closed his eyes. “You weren't waiting for me after the race. I missed you.”

“Didn’t know you wanted me there.”

He opened one eye to look at you. “I always want you there. I need my best friend to be there for me.”

“I'm always there for you, you know that,” you told him with your hand tangled in his hair. “Oh, congrats, by the way. I'm so happy for you!”

To your surprise, Oscar let out a groan. “What a well deserved win, wasn't it?” You gave him a disapproving look that made him reach out to take your hand. “I feel so stupid, I should have refused to overtake Lando when he slowed down.”

“Hey, listen, you were good out there today. You were in the lead until the team fucked you over.” He looked up at you with a sad smile. “You don't believe me,” you said with a sigh.

Oscar suddenly sat up and turned around to face you. “Look, I just… Everyone believes I didn't deserve this win. And it sucks. Last year I won my first sprint race, but everyone forgot about it because Max became the world champion that day. Today I won my first grand prix and everyone's talking about team orders.”

It was easy to spot the pain in his eyes as he watched you, but you had no idea how to make him feel better. He was beating himself up for something that was out of his control, and the sight broke your heart into pieces. He didn't deserve this, he was too nice to go through these emotional rollercoasters.

With a kind smile on your face, you put your palm on his cheek as you leaned closer, letting your lips gently brush against his chin. “You should stop using your brain for a few hours. That would probably help you see clearer later,” you whispered to him.

The corners of his lips curled into a playful smile, and you saw a mischievous glint in his eyes when his lips captured yours in a kiss. People knew you were good friends and that's why you were a regular guest at races, but behind closed doors you were sometimes a little more than that.

It all began around last Christmas, when you visited his family in Australia. His sisters bullied him until he came to let out some steam in your company, telling you about their wild idea that the two of you were secretly dating and he was about to propose, that's why he wanted them to meet you.

Of course, it was stupid, you would never be more than friends. Or so you thought. Because at one point later in the evening, Oscar cornered you in his old room and the two of you somehow fell into his bed. Naked. Happens to the best of us, right?

And ever since then, you were keeping up this friends with benefits situation, having fun occasionally without the commitment of a proper romantic relationship. Although there had been cracks in this setup lately, you knew that deep down. Because when you began flirting with a guy, Oscar became protective and somehow scared him away. You knew it was him. Your almost-boyfriend told you later.

“You should stop thinking too,” he suddenly spoke up as he grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the eye. “I can tell your head is somewhere else.”

“I'm sorry, you're right,” you told him with a sheepish smile.

“What were you thinking about?”

You didn't want to talk about that, not now. You'd been avoiding this topic for a few weeks now, today just wasn't the day to discuss this. So you did the only thing you hoped could avert his thoughts, and pushed him on his back so you could climb on top of him.

And yet, despite the lustful look in his eyes, he kept talking. “That won't work on me, baby, spit it out,” he said with a smirk as his fingers dug into the plush of your thighs. You didn't respond, instead you pulled off your shirt and reached up to unclip your bra as well. “Nice try.”

You leaned down to kiss him again as your fingernails gently scratched the skin of his abdomen under his shirt. At first he played along, his hands began to roam your body between sloppy kisses, but just when you reached down to unbutton his pants, he was quick to stop you.

“I already told you what's going on in my head, it's your turn now. I want to hear it, otherwise there's no way I'm gonna fuck you today, no matter how badly I want to,” he informed you.

With a sigh, you steadied yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders. “It's silly,” you began, hoping he would let it go, but he just raised an eyebrow and listened carefully. “What do you want from… this?” you asked with your fingers moving back on forth between the two of you.

“Having fun,” was all he said in response.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Okay, but if it's nothing more but fun without commitments, why did you chase Aaron away?” Oscar tilted his head to the side as he tried to figure out who you were talking about, but then a quiet ‘oh’ left his lips when he remembered. “Yeah, he told me you talked to him. Look, I just want to understand what this is right now. I really liked that guy.”

Oscar reached up to pull your head closer to his. “You like me more, don't you?” he asked, his lips hovering above yours as he waited for your response. “Say it.”

“Don't ruin my relationships. Please, Oscar, give me the chance to be happy with someone else,” you whispered with a quiet sob.

“I don't want you to be happy with someone else. I want you to be happy with me.”

Did he really not understand? “I want to go out on dates, I want to have a relationship that I can talk about,” you tried to make him understand. It's been a conversation that was a long time coming anyway.

He nodded, seemingly understanding what you meant. “Then let's be more than what we are now. I'm ready to make it official.”

This made you freeze. “I'm not,” you admitted, which made him give you a confused look. “People think I'm just your best friend, yet some of your fans are speculating that I just want to be famous through you. Imagine how much worse it would be if we were together.”

“Ignore them. They're just jealous.” When he saw you weren't convinced, he spoke up again. “If that happens, just remind yourself that I love you,” he said. You couldn't believe your ears. Did he just say that? “I love you. That's what caught your attention, wasn't it? Look, it's complicated, I know, but we'll figure it out. I promise.”

You believed him. There was sincerity in his voice as he spoke, and the kiss he gave you was full of raw emotions. “You always get what you want, don't you?” you asked with a laugh, to which he only replied with a laugh and a nod.

[plaguedocboi]

We all love the beach, right? I sure do. Where the sea meets the land is a magical place. It is the overlap of two very different worlds; our sunny, sandy, beautiful home and the alien waves that beckon you into the inhospitable wilderness of the ocean. When crossing that foam-fringed boundary, one must remember that you are no longer in your world. You are entering the sea, and the sea is vast and dark and dangerous. It is more untamed than the wildest jungle and full of creatures that can kill you in a hundred different gruesome ways. Every wave whispers to you that you do not belong here, you may only visit for a brief time if you want to leave with your life. Hold tight to the warm sunlit sand that fringes the barrier of this place, or you may never see it again. Welcome to the beach. Enter at your own risk.

1. Tamarama beach, Australia

This is know as both the smallest and the most dangerous beach in NSW. There is a permanent rip current that runs along the rocky northern shore, but at any given time there could be more hidden in the surf. Large waves break just a little ways offshore, posing a hazard to swimmers but an attraction for surfers. Although there are rarely deaths here, lifeguards have to rescue multiple people a day. Interestingly, this beach is only around sometimes! Occasionally all the sand will wash away and all that’s left is a rocky outcrop. There’s no way to be certain when the beach will come back or how big it will be or what it might look like. I guess it never gets boring to visit.

2. Isle of Ré, France

This island is not the only place you can go to see square waves, but it is one of the places most famous for this strange phenomenon. This is called a cross sea, and occurs when two opposing wave patterns intersect. Although this is certainly a tourist attraction, it is best to observe from a distance, as cross seas can be very dangerous to both ships and swimmers. Cross seas can cause powerful rip currents and walls of water up to 10 feet high, rolling ships and dragging people underwater. (As a side note, my mother thought I had made up cross seas as a freaky supernatural event in my book. Unfortunately, I did not.)

3. Dumas Beach, India

This is supposedly one of the most haunted places in India. Although this beach is full of tourists during the daytime, no one remains after dark, for fear that they will become the next ghost to wander the sand. Apparently, this beach was once used as a burial ground, and said to be black due to the human ashes mixed in. At night, people report hearing voices and seeing apparitions, and even dogs behave strangely once the sun goes down. There have also been multiple unexplained disappearances and at least one recorded death. Whether you believe in ghosts or not, there definitely seems to be something eerie happening on this beach.

4. Morecambe Bay, UK

This is an interesting one, as it’s not technically the water that’s dangerous. The ground is. This estuary features extreme tides, with the water level dropping and rising up to 32 feet twice a day. This exposes an expanse of mud flats and channels which are composed of loose, wet material that can absolutely suck you in and trap you. If this happens when the tide is coming in, it can quickly turn deadly. This has happened many times going back through history, including one incident in 2004 where 23 people died. Yes, all at the same time. No, I don’t want to delve into that incident too deeply in this list as it’s extremely horrifying and tragic. Feel free to research it yourself.

5. Monastery Beach, Oregon

This has earned its nickname “mortuary beach” by being extremely dangerous. Over 30 people have died here, including people who weren’t even in the water. In 2015, a woman walking along the beach was dragged in by a wave and drowned. The beach has multiple factors that make it so deadly, including a steep drop off, unpredictable waves, and strong undertows. This beach isn’t even safe to walk on. I um. Don’t like that.

6. Hanakapiai Beach, Hawaii

Despite its beauty, this Hawaiian beach is not recommended for swimming except for expert surfers. During the summer, this beach is a popular place for hiking, sunbathing and sightseeing, but during the winter the sand is washed away and the waves crash against the cliffs directly. Even in the relatively safe summer months, this beach has no barrier reef to break up the strong waves and powerful currents, which leads to a dangerous situation where swimmers can quickly be swept out into the open ocean and drown. At least 30 people have died here, and 15 of the bodies have never been recovered.

7. Lake Michigan. Just, all of it.

Despite all the Great Lakes being somewhat terrifying, Michigan takes the title of the most dangerous lake in the country. Yearly, Lake Michigan has more drownings than all four other Great Lakes combined. The reason that Michigan is especially hazardous is that, well, it’s kind of weirdly shaped. Thanks to its 300+ miles of uninterrupted parallel shorelines running north-south, it forms huge waves and strong riptides and long shore currents. It is also a question of numbers; Lake Michigan has more public beaches and large population centers than the other Great Lakes. All in all, a recipe for disaster.

8. Playa Zipolite, Mexico

This is also called the “beach of the dead”, so it’s inclusion on this list seems pretty self-explanatory. These waters have strong undercurrents that rotate in a circular pattern, either pushing you into shore or pulling you out to sea. There is a pervasive rumor that 50 people drown at this beach a year, although this is… somewhat exaggerated. In fact, very few people drown at this beach these days, as it has actually gotten less dangerous over the years. There used to be a steep drop-off that would catch people by surprise, but due to several severe storms in the early 2000s, the beach has eroded back and now gently slopes down instead. Although very few people die at this beach nowadays, multiple rescues are performed every day due to the dangerous currents.

9. Cyclops, Australia

This is a particular type of wave that forms off the coast of Esperance, Australia, as the sea floor rapidly goes from deep, open water to a very very shallow reef. It is… unsettling. The longer I look at it, the weirder it gets. It’s like an ai generated image. I couldn’t even pick one picture of it so I made you a collage.

It is considered one of the most dangerous surf spots in the world, and can only be accessed by boat. To quote pacific surf dot com, “the reason the wave is dangerous is because it does not act like any other wave in the world. It engulfs itself due to the massive change in the ocean floor when the wave rolls up.”

10. Nazare, Portugal

This area of Portugal is home to some of the biggest waves in the world. Just offshore is an underwater canyon, plunging down to 16,000 ft deep. This allows large, fast deep-water waves to move into shore unimpeded, and when they hit the shallows close to shore all the water gets suddenly pushed up, resulting in waves up to 80 ft tall. I think the picture speaks for itself in this case. Probably best to not get in the water if you see that shit.

That was fun, wasn’t it? Before I go, let me end this on a different note than the rest of my lists; some actual advice for if you should you ever decide to visit these beaches (or any beach, really). Rip currents are incredibly strong (believe me, I know) but very narrow currents that run perpendicular to shore. To get out of a rip current, swim parallel to shore. Trying to fight the current will just tire you out and eventually leave you exhausted and way the fuck out in the ocean, which is typically when you die. Swimming parallel to shore will get you out of the current, and once you’re free you can swim back in at your leisure. And, just in general, never fight the sea. The sea will win.

[calliopecrash]

As an Australian, I’m offended but also totally get where Nyx is coming from 😂

The Sun and The Star SPOILER

The Sun and The Star vs The Lightning Thief 😂😂🤣🤣

[vivwritesfics]

Missing Home

When Oscar returns to Australia, Y/N and Lando can't help but miss him very very much.

1.4K

18+ ONLY

Warnings: Smut! Unprotected smut! Masturbation! Fingering! Riding! Blow job! A moment of dom Oscar!

Landoscar X Reader

Oscar Piastri loved his partners very much. But sometimes he needed to go home to his family.

It was nothing against Y/N and Lando. No, if he could, he would have taken them with him. But Y/N had to work and he'd rather Lando keep her company while he was in Australia.

They tried to call as often as possible, but it was hard with such different timezones.

So, the three of them made do. Which was just Lando and Y/N sending Oscar videos for him to open at a later date.

They may have taken it too far this time.

Oscar sat in his childhood bedroom. It was late in Australia, nearly midnight. He'd tried to call Y/N and Lando, but they were busy. So, Oscar opened the video they sent them.

It started out with Y/N wearing one of his shirts as she looked at the camera, which was clearly propped up on the desk. "Hey, Osc," she said with a giggle and stood back, revealing the whole bedroom and more of herself.

Oscars breath hitched. Y/N was wearing a short plaid skirt and clearly nothing underneath. Lando stood behind her, his hands clearly gripping her hips.

"We miss you," he said to the camera and leaned down, planting soft kisses to Y/N's neck.

Y/N let out a soft moan, gripping the hem of her skirt. "We wish you were here," she said, breathlessly.

Lando's hand snaked around her middle, pulling her in closer. Y/N shut her eyes as she felt him, hard against her ass. "Oscar," she moaned.

With flaming cheeks, Oscar shut off his phone. He couldn't do that, not in his childhood bedroom, not with his parents sleeping just a room away.

Oscar went to bed, but his sleep was restless. He couldn't help but think of that video.

***

"WhatsApp says he's seen it," Y/N muttered with a pout as she laid against Lando's chest.

Lando squeezed her shoulder. "Don't worry, baby. Maybe he's just busy," he said and kissed the top of her head.

Y/N turned around, resting her head in the crook of his neck. "Why don't we send him another one?" She asked as she kissed the skin there.

Grinning, Lando turned his body around so that he way laying on top of her. "I like the sound of that."

***

All day Oscar was thinking of the video. He wanted to see where it went, but not while his parents were home.

There was only one way Oscar could think of being totally alone. He grabbed his keys and went for a drive, driving until he was in an incredibly secluded area.

Even then, Oscar waited. There wasn't going to be anything worse that somebody stumbling upon him while he watched his girlfriend and his boyfriend go at.

After ten minutes of Oscar being parked up and nobody knocking on his window, he opened the video. Again he watched the beginning, where Y/N stepped back to reveal her short skirt and Lando standing behind her.

Still kissing her neck Lando lifted her shirt. His fingers trailed up her stomach, grinning as he looked at the camera. His grin said a thousand words, mainly 'her noises are all for you.'

Lando pulled away to pull off her shirt. "She looks good, doesn't she?" He said and turned her around, pressing his lips to hers.

Things were hot and heavy as Y/N jumped and wrapped her legs around Lando. It gave Oscar a better view of what was under the skirt, which was nothing.

Oscar gulped, gripping himself through his shorts. Would have given anything to be there with them, even just in the place of the camera.

Lando's hands gripped her ass under her skirt and Y/N let out a squeak. "That's right, baby," Lando whispered against her neck as he sucked dark, purple marks into her skin. Already Lando was bouncing her, giving Oscar a show of what was to come.

When Lando put Y/N down he made quick work of getting undressed as she unclipped her bra.

Oscar couldn't help but let out a low whistle as Y/N turned towards the camera, letting Oscar see all of her. Her gripped her own flesh, head thrown back in a moan.

Oscar pushed his shorts down just enough to free himself. He gripped his flesh as Y/N got down onto her knees and faced Lando, who grabbed the camera and flipped it.

"Holy shit," Oscar couldn't stop himself from viewing. From where Lando was holding the camera Oscar could see perfectly as Y/N gripped his cock. He moved her hand up and down and pulled him into her mouth, wrapping her lips around him.

Lando let out a moan. She moved her mouth, swirling her tongue about the tip as sucked, hollowing her cheek. Lando's moans grew louder and louder as he began bucking his hips, one hand reaching back to hold her head as he thrust into her mouth.

Before too long, shaking just slightly, Lando pulled Y/N's mouth off of his dick. He helped her to her feet, turning the camera around as he sloppily kissed his spit covered lips.

Lando placed the camera back on the desk. He had Y/N bend over the desk and flipped up her skirt, showing Oscar just how wet she was. "Isn't she gorgeous, Osc?" Lando Asked.

Oscar found himself nodding. "So pretty," he mumbled into the emptiness of his car as he jerked himself.

Lando smacked her ass. He ran his finger through her founds and pushed in. Y/N let out an audible squeal as Lando thrust his finger in and out of her, adding another as he went.

Pulling his finger out, Lando held it up to Y/N's lips, making her taste herself. She happily obliged, all while looking at the camera, putting on a show for Oscar.

If Oscar was there he would have been commanding Lando, pushing his face against Y/N's pussy. Fuck, he missed them so much.

Y/N wiggled out of her skirt as Lando sat on the bed. He pulled her into his lap, his cock pressing against her. For a moment, Y/N sat on his lap, moving her hips around as they kissed.

She lifted herself up and Oscar watched as she lowered herself onto Lando's dick. She moved, slowly at first, teasingly. Not giving Oscar a view of anything other than her bouncing body.

But then Lando leaned back, pulling Y/N on top of him. He used his legs to thrust himself up into her, gripping her hips and rocking her body above him.

Y/N let out a series of high pitched moans. She tried to speak, but was rendered incoherent through her moans. Crying out Lando's name again and again.

Lando thrusted faster, his stamina incredible. Y/N was no longer able to move her body, laying against him.

Oscars moans were loud in the car. Any passers by would have been able to hear it. But he didn't care. Not when he watched Lando's hips begin to stutter, his pace slowing down. He grunted, giving his last few thrusts before stilling inside of her.

Y/N let out another weak moan as she felt him, spilling his side inside of her. Lifting her head, Lando kissed her softly. "Do you want to go and show Oscar?" He asked, just loud enough to be audible to the camera.

She pulled herself off of Lando, off of the bed and walked over to the camera. Y/N blew the camera a kiss before bending over, showing the mess Lando had made inside of her to Oscar.

Oscar came then and there. "Shit," he groaned as he made a mess.

For a second, Oscar sat there. He looked at where the video had ended, his girlfriend showing herself off for her. As soon as he had caught his breath Oscar cleaned himself up and drove himself back home, just as his phone buzzed with another message.

[st4rgirl7777]

Love Letters.

paring: idol jake x f reader

WARNING: Smut (MDNI 18+), mentions of masturbation, oral (m. receiving), cowgirl (let me know if i miss anything!)

a/n: just a reminder that this is all purely fiction! this my first time writing an enha fan fic. not proofread. (lmk if i miss anything) enjoy reading!

idol jake who just finished another concert during another exhausting world tour. don’t misunderstand him, he loves touring and he loves performing this has been his dream since he was a young little boy living in australia. he loves meeting all the fans and spending time with them. greeting the fans with a smile and collecting all the fan letters he receives from them. However, performing takes a toll on your body and mental health. hours of endless dancing and singing and having to appear happy and cheerful all the time. it takes a lot of time effort and energy.

jake is a simple guy with a simple routine to make himself feel better after a concert ends. he greets his fans as he leaves, makes his way to his hotel room, lock the door and well jerks off till he falls asleep. it’s his special way of getting his body to relax, makes him feel less stressed. he loves the feeling of the orgasmic release as he fists himself up and down repeatedly. he whines and moan desperately for the release and sometimes he even edges himself on purpose. he loves seeing the white ropes leak out of his cock and onto his hand and chest.

one night, jake decided to go through his fan mail before doing the deed. he sat on his bed, opened up the letter and began reading.

Dear Jake,

i hope this finds you well. i’m writing to let you know that i think about you all the time. i think about a lot of things, but lately i can only think about you sexually…

“woah..” jake says already feeling his pants getting tighter. he continues to read.

i think about how good it would feel, if your lips crashed onto mine. how i would trail my lips down your neck and chest leaving marks of proof that i was there. i would undress you slowly and caress you body.

at this point jake shirt is thrown across the floor and his hand is down his pants gently palming himself.

i would get on my knees for you and show you how good i can make you feel. my lips swirling your tip, gently kissing it before swallowing it whole. i can take all of you. i will lick it, suck it, make a whole mess just for you. i will show you how good you taste. your hands tangled in my hair as you push my head down fiercely. i would gag on it and take you in so deep. i’ll be such a good girl for you jakey.

“holy fuck” jake moans. his pants and boxers dropped to the bottom of the floor. letter in his left hand, his right hand busy with his harden dick. he pumps himself furiously using his pre-cum as lube.

and when i’m done milking your cock, i’ll get on top straddling you and ill sit on top of you. let you relax as i slide my tight pussy on your cock. i know you will fit so perfectly in me. i’ll whisper sweet nothings in your ear as i ride you jakey. and i won’t stop until you come undone for me. milking you until you’re crying and sensitive for me.

jake hand goes faster and faster, he pants as he imagines himself in the sacred position. he images himself reclining on the bed, as you slide ontop of him. he imagines himself filling you up with his thick cock. he pumps himself with long strides as his orgasm is near. “fuck” he whispers to himself. “i’m gonna cum.” with a few more harsh and fast pumps, he lets out a low pornographic moan and spills his hot liquid onto his hand and letter.

i don’t know if this letter will ever reach you. i don’t know if you will even read it. but i think about you all the time jake. i hope this tour goes well and you are taking care of yourself just like how i imagine taking care of you <3

he sits there catching his breathe and reliving the sexy show he just put on from a fan letter. after he manages to catch his breathe he folds the mail neatly and puts it back into the envelope. jake tucks it away in his suitcase for him to look back act for the rest of the tour.

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a/n: i miss jake so much omg, anyways i hope you enjoyed reading my first enhypen fan fic, let me know if you liked it and as always tysm 444 reading. muah! - xo m

[spockbag]

All of these were at one store??! What is this magical place 😭

Uh, I went a little bit insane in the bookstore 😎

[confused-disaster32]

NOOOO I JUST REALISED THAT NOW THAT IT'S SPRING SUMMER IS INCOMING

I hate summerrrr, its gonna be 45℃+ (113℉+) half the time and I still am not allowed to get the school shorts so I either have to suffer in the pants or go back to wearing the skirt 😭😭 but now that Ive worn the pants i cant go back to that skirt - its going to make me feel even more dysphoric then it did before istg 😭😭

[sequinsandfins]

Me: You should really work on that @thankyoudanielfest fic Also Me: OR why don't you write a 700+ word ficlet AU where Daniel is a model?

Daniel is discovered after doing one of those 'model' photoshoots when he is 16. He’s gangly and awkward-looking, and everyone is shocked when he is approached by a major agency.

He does some magazine work in Australia, he becomes a regular shooting partner for whoever is gracing the cover of Dolly and Girlfriend, and then when he turns 17 he is asked if he would consider moving to Europe. 

His mum and dad don't want him to go, but he doesn't have any other plans for his future, so why not see if this works out? 

His mum is worried he's going to fall into a world of drugs and debauchery and it takes him three months to convince her that he's not going to change who he is just because he'll be away from home. 

Not that it matters. Once he's 18 and a legal adult, he makes the move. 

It's slow going at first. Some runway work and a few magazine pieces. His agency is convinced he's going to blossom into some kind of top talent. 

They convince him to get braces and he spends those months out of work, with no one willing to book him with a mouth full of metal.

But they are right, and Daniel, in his early 20s, with the biggest smile and bright eyes, starts to become a regular name in the modelling world.

Daniel's mum is right as well, and he's quickly sucked into a world he never even imagined possible. A world filled with amazing and insane characters, and it doesn’t take him long to work out who he can trust.

Lewis Hamilton is the first male supermodel Daniel meets. He and Jules are introduced to him at a fancy launch for some kind of flavoured water and that night changes his life.

Daniel becomes part of Lewis' inner circle and he’s propelled into the spotlight. His career also takes off. Daniel feels like he’s on top of the world. Part of the in-crowd.

Then Jules dies. He'd been sucked into the world along with Daniel, and fallen victim to the darker side.

Daniel doesn't want to model anymore. He thinks about quitting. But then he meets him.

Max Verstappen.

He's awkward, and reminds Daniel of himself when he was starting out. Max's dad is some big name in the industry and Max is expected to either become the next male supermodel, or join his dad in the family business.

Daniel feels immediately protective and vows to take him under his wing. 

Lewis doesn't understand the fascination, and he clashes with Max's blunt personality, but Daniel can't help but find him charming.

Daniel's circle gets smaller, but Max is a constant presence, and Daniel feels like he's found a true friend. Sometimes he feels the age difference between them acutely, when Max tries to explain to him the newest slang, and laughs at Daniel's confused and sometimes horrified expressions. But most of the time it's so easy between them Daniel can't imagine life without Max in it.

The first time Daniel feels a spark of attraction, he panics. Max is 22, he's doing a photoshoot and Daniel is hanging around, waiting for him to finish so they can grab dinner.

Max walks out of the dressing area and Daniel feels his mouth go dry. Max always wears skinny jeans, but the pants he's wearing look like they have been painted on. He's got a black mesh top on and fucking eyeliner. Daniel's eyes travel from the sizable bulge he's packing, up to Max's hair, which looks like he's just rolled out of bed. He looks like he's been fucked. 

What the fuck is this shoot for again? 

Daniel wonders if he disappears from this small room if it will be noticeable, but he's going to have a problem soon, a hard one.

Luckily the photographer arrives and yells out to Max before he can make his way over and Daniel escapes, trying to talk himself out of doing something stupid.

The problem is, now that Daniel has thought about Max like that, the floodgates have opened and he can't stop. 

He imagines crowding Max up against the couch, the wall, his kitchen counter and getting his mouth on him. He imagines Max on top of him, hands grasping at his waist, eager to please.

Max is starting to look at him oddly and Daniel knows he either needs to make a move or banish every lustful thought from his mind forever.

It's after he's decided to push Max into the friendzone when they are booked together for an underwear shoot.

Daniel knows he's fucked.

[pdflayn]

BEACH DAY PT. 2 (1.8K)

oscar piastri x reader!

summary: Oscar makes sure his girlfriend experiences the perfect vacation in his hometown, Australia. warnings: smut under the cut! p in v, oral (fem receiving), porn with plot. note: last part of beach day oscar x reader

here's part 1

You woke up as you felt someone carrying you on their back but as soon as you saw it was Oscar, you closed your eyes again. “Hey, love, I know you’re awake already.” You only hummed in response as you snuggled your head back in the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet scent. “Do you want something to eat?” 

You only shaked your head as a response and dozed off for a bit again. Soon enough you woke up when Oscar was already opening the door of the hotel room the both of you will be occupying. You sat on the bed and wandered your sleepy eyes around and you noticed it wasn’t really a typical interior than what most of the hotels you’ve been at. You thought maybe it’s how hotels really look like here in Australia.

“You can still sleep, baby. They’ll probably sleep first as well before enjoying the beach.” Oscar said and smiled as he joined you in the bed, sitting beside you. “Should we sleep?” you asked, Oscar nodded. But then again, Oscar pretty much had other intentions.

As he lay beside you, his arms met your waist, wrapping it tightly which made you feel comfortable. You were his little spoon. “I love you.” Oscar whispers which made you chuckle for a bit before answering back. “I love you too, or just say directly that you want to fuck me.” You say as you turn around to face him.  

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, only an inch away from your face and you replied with a nod. “Kiss me, Oscar.” 

He kissed you like a thirsty man and treated your lips like water, something he is deprived of. You took a handful of his hair and moaned as he slid his tongue inside your mouth, exploring the insides and sucking your tongue from time to time. It was such an intoxicating feeling, you wanted to take a breath but at the same time you wanted to continuously drown with his kisses. 

His hands roamed on your back, drawing circles and scratching it lightly that triggered your heightened senses. Oscar smirked at the sight of you the moment his lips detached from yours, flushed and breathless. If his eyes could kill, you would've been dead by now. 

“I wanna take your clothes off. Can I take them off, baby?” You nodded as the both of you sat up so Oscar could take off your shirt. It's something that you've always loved about Oscar. No matter what situation it is, or no matter how horny he is, he will never forget to ask for your consent even with the littlest things. Sometimes it's you who gets all fussy with his questions because you're often impatient. 

“Fuck,” Oscar groans as soon as he unclasped your bra. He took his time admiring your tits, you were already familiar with his likes and you knew your tits make him weak. Deep down he's just like a new born baby, always craving for tits. 

Oscar laid you down on your back as he traced kisses from your lips down to your neck, leaving marks, down to your chest. Kissing the skin that separates your breast before sucking your right tit as he played the other with his free hand. 

You threw your head back, moaning his name while constantly tugging on his hair. Every flick of his tongue on your nipple sends shivers down your spine, sometimes it even feels like you're actually lactating. “Osc,” You moaned. You can feel him smile, proud of seeing how much his actions make you respond. 

Soon enough you felt his hand slide down on your skirt. “What do you want, baby?” He asks as he palmed your wet cunt. You moaned at the feeling, his fingers teasing your clothed pussy. “Osc, please-” 

“Please, what?” 

You cried, a tear literally fell from your eye. Oscar made sure to kiss that tear away and chuckled at your sight. He knows you're a crier because you're easily overwhelmed or overstimulated. And right now, he knows you're both overwhelmed and overstimulated. “Please, I want you inside me. Make me feel good, please.” 

“Gladly, baby.” 

Oscar lowered himself and leveled at your dripping cunt, licking it even if it's still clothed which made you squeal. “You're so cute, my baby. I love it when you make such beautiful sounds for me.” He whispered but loud enough for you to hear as he slowly took off your skirt and panties. “Look at you, so wet for me. Such a good girl for me.” 

You felt a blow of cold wind from Oscar before you felt his tongue all over your lips. You took a handful of his hair, pushing his head down even more as you bit your lip to suppress your moans, scared someone might hear you outside. When Oscar noticed that you've been trying to be quiet, he stopped which made you squirm because of the lost of touch. “Scream, baby. It's a soundproof room, I booked it for this purpose so let me hear those pretty moans, alright?” he said as he smiled, and without warning, putting two fingers inside of you. 

“Fuck! Oh, fuck- baby, plea- Mhm!” Words fail to form with your hoarse voice. Your thighs shaking from his fingers and his tongue as you grip on the sheets for dear life. His fingers, in and out of you, reach the same spot that makes you scream every time. It wasn't long until you reached your high, Oscar drinking down every drop from you. 

“You taste so good,”  he says as he crawls back up on you, licking his fingers clean in front of you. You pressed your lips against his, tasting some of yourself in him. His lips crawled down on your neck, sucking and licking you sweet spots.

“How come you're still fully clothed?” you teased as you gripped the hem of his shirt. He kneeled on top of you and took his shirt off and started unbuckling his belt as well as you helped him get rid of his pants. 

“I love you,” before you even had the chance to say it back, Oscar kissed you feverishly. You bucked your hips, rubbing yourself in him, earning a groan from him. You can feel him, hot and hard. Roaming your hands on his body down to his cock, palming the tip of it making Oscar detach from your lips only for him to moan at your touch. 

“Where's-” Oscar took the hint before you even finished your question. He grabbed his bag and took a condom. You could only smile in amusement for a second, he's always ready. After putting it on, Oscar got back on top of you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

You yelp at his sudden movement, turning you around, face flat on the pillow. “On your knees, baby, please?” Oscar whispered in your ear which you obliged to. You placed yourself on all fours, ass up and face pressed on the pillow. 

You moaned as you felt his cock rub at your entrance. “Oh, fuck, you feel so good.” Oscar moaned, head thrown back as he pushed himself inside you. “Mhm, so fucking tight.” 

“Osc!-” You screamed as he rammed inside you. Constantly changing the angle of his hips, hitting all your spots which makes you clench around his cock. Oscar leans down, still not stopping, and places kisses along your back as his hands find your tits, massaging it and playing with your nipples.

“Osc- feel full- so good..” He grabbed a handful of your hair, making your head follow his hands. He kissed you on your cheek as you cried in pleasure. “You take me up so well, baby. It's like your pussy was made for me only. Fuck, you feel so good.” 

You were a moaning mess, you can feel tears falling from your face and your thighs trembling so hard as you almost reach your high. Your cry gets louder and even whinier with every thrust. “Osc, i'm- fuck, almost there-” 

“Go on, baby, let go.” Oscar says as he hushes you by kissing your lips. His free hand rubbing your clit, putting enough pressure to add even more pleasure as you reach your high. 

“Oh, God- fuck, so good.” You collapsed as you reached your high in sync with Oscar’s. He pulled out and you groaned at the sudden emptiness. 

“I feel sleepy again..” Oscar chuckles as he fixes your hair. He let you lay down and do nothing. He grabbed a new pair of sweatpants and went inside the bathroom to clean himself quickly before going back to her while holding a damp towel. 

“Open wide, baby.” Oscar teased as he opened your legs. You scoffed at his remark and rolled your eyes on him. You flinch at the touch of the towel, feeling sore all over your body as Oscar cleans every part of you and not leaving a single spot uncleaned and unnoticed. “There you go, all cleaned up. Do you want to sleep with or without clothes on?” 

“No clothes please…” 

“Alright, baby. Go get some rest now. Sooner or later, mama would already be asking for us to join them in the sand.” Oscar placed little kisses on your face as he carried you to the other side of the bed where the sheets are less messy. He then adds another layer of blanket on the messy side of the bed just in case you roll over it in your sleep. 

You had at least two hours of sleep before you felt Oscar waking you up, saying that everyone's asking them to come out in the sand. 

Oscar already went as you said you needed more time to get ready but in reality, you just needed more time to figure out how you'll hide the marks Oscar made. It was a real struggle since you didn't bring any long sleeves, you only brought two-piece swimsuits and a see-through cloth. 

You managed to go with the swimsuit you brought and the see-through cloth and added some foundation on your hickeys. Hoping no one notices it. 

“Took you long enough,” Oscar said to you as soon as you showed up outside. He immediately notices how uncomfortable you look and asks if you are alright or if something hurts. You quickly reply with a no with every question he asks. “It's embarrassing, I can't find a swimsuit that can cover up your bites!” you whispered frustratedly as Oscar formed an-O with his mouth then laughing right after. 

“Why didn't you wear any of my shirts?” 

“I'm not sure which one you'll let me wear..” Oscar chuckles, “Baby, you can use my toothbrush for all I care.” 

You decided to go back in the room to change into one of Oscar’s shirts due to certain circumstances. He was more than happy to share everything with you, even his last name.

“Ma, I can't wait to marry that girl.” Oscar says to his mom as they both watch you walk back to the hotel. 

[its-all-papaya]

do you have any clingy/possessive landoscar thoughts? 🤔

Yes. I do have thoughts. Thank you for asking.

tell me what you wish I'd write

I am… obsessed with clingy needy Lando. And I don’t write him suuuuper that way a lot, I usually try and rein him in, but if you want me to be self-indulgent, I can and will.

snippet at the end!

update: second bonus snippet here

Lando basically always wants Oscar. His attention, his laughter, his hands, his everything. All of it. All the time. Lando’s always been like that with the people he cares about. Max F, Carlos, everybody he’s ever dated… He knows he’s needy. He can usually keep a pretty good handle on things, though (he’s had a lot of practice). But sometimes, when his guard is down or when things are bad, his control over it slips a bit. And with Oscar, it’s like it’s ten times worse.

Even before they were properly close, Lando would get drunk and start asking after Oscar. His teammate was never out with them, but Lando would have his eighth drink in the club, or he’d do some lines with Max, or whatever, and it would be “I wish Oscar was here” and “can you call Oscar and ask if he’ll meet us?” and “I bet Oscar’s still awake, should I text him?” Extremely noticeable. And some of Lando’s more casual friends would be kind of blindsided because - again - Lando’s really good at being normal about Oscar when he’s got his whole brain to work with. But it’s Saturday night in Monaco over winter break and he says “it’s morning in Australia, I can FaceTime Oscar, right?” and his friends are like “didn’t know it was like that, mate?”

(He does FaceTime Oscar, on his walk home when there’s nobody to stop him, smile dopey as soon as Oscar picks up. The sun is shining in the background and making Oscar kind of glow around the edges, and Lando says “you look like an angel” and Oscar laughs and that’s even worse, Jesus, “you’re so pretty, Oscar, did you know?” and Oscar had been in the middle of a workout, but he sucks on his water bottle and grins and lets Lando talk nonsensically at him for 15 straight minutes until he’s safe and locked into his apartment with a glass of water on his bedside table. “Put some paracetamol out for yourself in the morning, okay? And sleep tight, Lando.” “Thanks, angel.”)

The second season is really different. They’re much looser and Lando forgets more often that he’s supposed to be holding himself back, giving Oscar space. It’s stupid, he’s been doing it with everyone all his life, but it’s like Oscar wipes his mind blank, and he’s weaseling his way under his arm every other minute at the MTC, hooking a chin over his shoulder while they review data, following him into his driver’s room after practice and talking Oscar through his entire hour, every lap. Oscar never really tells him off, though. He just nods and smiles his quiet smile and drops odd comments when Lando lets his train of thought go a little too far off track.

Getting closer with Oscar is probably a mistake for at least one of them, because it’s like giving Lando’s brain permission to think about him even more. Oscar’s thread is always near the top when Lando opens WhatsApp, and tapping his number to call is too near to muscle memory for Lando to talk himself out of it when he’s drunk. More often than not when he’s out, the night begins and ends with Oscar - a “coming tn?" as Lando walks in and a blurry, giggly “‘lo, Osc,” through a dark front camera on his way out.

Oscar starts out with a hint of decorum. He’ll throw a shirt on before answering Lando’s call, flick the bedside lamp on, and prop his phone up so his face is mostly in frame. That lasts a few weeks, then he starts answering in the middle of whatever he’s already doing (like brushing his teeth, one memorable time, when Lando had insisted on counting up to 120 for him to make sure he did a satisfactory job) and in whatever state he’s already in. By China, Oscar’s answering from bed half the time, face barely discernible in the dark of the hotel room, mostly just mumbling “mhm” while Lando tells him all about what he’s gotten up to at the bars.

SNIPPET (kind of? this was a bullet point and then I realized I was typing actual prose so it’s a bit of a blend… bare with me… it was like 2am for me when this was cooked up…)

Oscar doesn’t come out after Miami. But he does - and he’d deny this to anybody except Lando himself, probably, and even then only when Lando’s too fucked up to remember it - stay up waiting for Lando’s call. He’d congratulated Lando in person multiple times at the track, but it doesn’t feel the same. It’s embarrassing to admit, but as much as he used to find Lando’s drunk calls a little inconvenient (though always distantly amusing) he’s grown quite attached to them somewhere along the line - the quiet intimacy, the little jokes and admissions and compliments Lando hands out when he’s far gone and using Oscar to bring himself down. Lando doesn’t call anybody else like that (Oscar had asked him once, when he was waiting for his Uber in some city or another at half two in the morning). It’s just for them - a special them. 

It gets late, though. Lando always rings late, but it gets late enough that Oscar starts worrying that Lando won’t call at all, that he’s taken someone home, or he’s passed out on someone’s couch, or he’s planning to be out so late it turns right over to early the next day instead. The sun is rising when his phone finally goes off. He’s dozed a bit on and off, the exhaustion of his own race winning out for minutes at a time, but he’s left his ringer on to make sure he doesn’t miss Lando. It’s a special occasion, yeah? He can’t be held accountable. He just doesn’t want to be the one responsible for bringing Lando down from his high inadvertently by shirking his cooldown call. 

Anyway, it’s past 4 a.m. when Oscar’s jolted from his half-daze by the notification, and he sees he’s missed a few texts ahead of time, asking if he’s awake. He hadn’t answered, obviously, but Lando’s calling anyway. Oscar’s too tired, brain too soft and amorphous, to decide how to feel about that at the moment.

“Morning, angel,” he says when he picks up. It’d started as a joke, as most of their little idiosyncrasies had, a reversal, but it’s probably not totally that anymore.

“Oscar,” Lando says. Oscar had expected him to be loud, still riding out his high, but he’s practically whispering. When Oscar finally musters up the will to check the screen, Lando’s in the dim dark somewhere. All quiet.

“Yeah, babe.” They don’t talk like this normally. It’s like these calls exist in a liminal space between their day-to-day lives now and whatever Oscar’s convinced they’re headed towards.

“It’s not morning,” Lando says. A light turns on off-screen.

“Not for you, maybe. I was asleep.” Oscar rubs at his eyes for effect, even though Lando’s not really looking at the phone. His eyes snap to the camera at that, though, and Oscar watches his face fall a little.

“I woke you?”

Oscar doesn’t give it long before he’s shushing Lando gently, “It’s alright. I’m glad you did, I want to hear about your night.”

Lando brightens back up. He’s not as drunk as Oscar expected, but he’s far enough from sober to be pretty suggestible, still, pretty easy with a smile.

He launches into a story about Max and some other names Oscar instantly forgets and a band Oscar’s never heard of, and - as the camera jostles with Lando’s efforts to pry his own shoes off - Oscar realizes he’s already back to his hotel room. 

When Lando hits a long enough pause in his rambling, Oscar says, “Hey, Lan, you want to get ready for bed? You should sleep a little.”

Lando’s nose wrinkles and his face takes on the petulant tilt Oscar is well-acquainted with after half a year of these late-night-early-morning calls.

“C’mon,” he encourages, “you’ll feel better tomorrow. I’ll help.”

Lando agrees, though he still looks a little sour about it, so Oscar talks him slowly through his nighttime routine between stretches of “Oh! Oscar! Max called Charles pretty five times, I think," and “Have you ever had a cherry bomb? Someone ordered me one.” Oscar helps him pick out a soft t-shirt to sleep in and reminds him to fill a glass with water for the bedside table and counts to 120 while Lando brushes his teeth, phone propped against the mirror. 

When everything’s sorted and Lando is sliding into bed, Oscar yawns and says, “Good to go?”

Unexpectedly, Lando’s eyes go big and kind of watery at that, and he picks the phone up from the covers and brings it close to his face so Oscar’s screen is mostly pout.

“You’re going?” Lando asks, and he sounds so forlorn that Oscar can feel his heart ache in his chest.

“Was going to,” Oscar confirms, even though it hurts a little, “You want me to stay?”

The light’s off, but Oscar can still see Lando hide his face in his pillow. It’s no surprise, then, when Lando’s, “Yeah. Please?” comes out muffled by the bulk of it.

Oscar softens to it. It was never a question.

“Okay,” he says, “you need me to talk? Or just stay on?”

“Stay on,” Lando says. His voice is back to normal, but it’s tiny, a little fragile. So different from the hours and hours leading up to this, Oscar thinks, contextualizing.

“Might fall asleep,” Oscar warns. His lamp’s back off, too, and with Lando safe and sound, Oscar’s bed feels cozier than ever.

“S’okay,” Lando says, “me too.”

“That’s good,” Oscar sets his phone next to him on the bed. Lando’s done the same, both screens matching black and gray, matching hotel ceilings just a few doors apart. “Goodnight, race winner.”

Lando’s laugh is mostly just a hard exhale, but it warms Oscar from the inside out just the same.

“Goodnight, angel.”

(I wrote another whole scene for this ask but this got kind of long already.... so if anybody would like to see it.... all it takes is one little ask... lmk.... xoxo)

[hannamoon143]

Always? always.

Genre:angst,hurt/comfort

Pairings: Straykids x fem. 9th member

Warnings: throwing up,insecurities,weight insecurity,mentions of weight loosing,unhealthy eating habits,fainting,breakdown,mentions of hate comments

summary:Y/n always was insecure.She was so excited for paris,but her insecurities got her.And at one point things are just enough.but there are 8 lovely people that will always be there,

A/n: help this got so weird.I never before wrote a skz fic,i just love reading angsty fanfics so i wanted to try out writing,could you please tell me how it is?Sry if it’s too bad,i suck at writing but i sometimes find it funny,so pls leave feedback,and to anyone who really reads this fic thank you<33

not proofread.

Y/n felt happier than ever before in her life. This was the first time the boys and her gave a concert in Paris.y/n always wanted to go to paris.The romantic eifeltower ans the delicious food were something very special to her.But she also looked forward to perform,she always did,but these time it just felt more special because she was at paris.

„Are you excited y/nnie?“han asked.But everyone knew the answer,because y/n didn’t talk about anything else than how excited she was during the whole flight. „yesss hannie,more than ever before in my life“,was what she answered with a big smile on her face.All the boys laughed and y/n laughed with them.The boys sometimes seemed like they were babying y/n but they all just took good care of her,cause firstly she was the second youngest,and the members knew she had a rough past..

As the day carried on the concert was getting nearer and nearer.The boys and y/n danced,laughed,and were getting ready.y/n got even more excited when she had her makeup on,cause as she said it was the prettiest she ever had on.

„omg y/n we’re twinning“.Y/n turned around and saw a happy felix.And really,they both shared the prettiest freckles ever,and these time both of them were visible.They even had the same silver eyeshadow. „Wow we look so good..“,yn said. At that comment they both laughed. „Guess that’s why stays call you the star twins“,minho said as he lovingly ruffled her air. „Yah,stop ruffling my hair“y/n said but minho just giggled at that like a silly little cat.

But as everyone was dressed up y/n gulped. Her outfit consisted of a tight leather pants,a black crop top and a leather jacket.y/n always was a bit insecure about her body,and she didn’t like wearing such tight outfits. But she thought it would be better if she didn’t complain,so she just put it on,and tried to hide her isecurities behind a smile.

As everyone was dressed up there was only one more hour till skz had to go on stage.The boys messed around backstage,but suddenly hyunjin asked „yah where is y/n?I didn’t see her since we all headed to our changing rooms“But no one else saw her so he headed to your changing room,to see if she was still there.He found y/n there,on her phone looking a bit tired.As soon as she saw him,she put a fake smile on.Hyunjin asked if everything was ok.Y/n tried to sound as excited as before when she said yes.But Hyunjin could tell that her smile was different now,but he didn’t say anything about it.So they both went to the other members.

What he didn’t know was,that one minute ago y/n read the hate comments,she got when she became a trainee.People always complained about her weight,and that she had too thick thighs.Y/n had definitely not too much weight and skinny thighs but that was only what she thought when she was still in her hometown sydney/australia.“In korea there are different beauty standards“ everyone told her. So she lost weight,but her insecurity never left,always scared that someone would judge her again for her weight.

As hyunjin any y/n walked in the room where the other members were they all were joking around,and eating ramen.As felix noticed y/n he said,with his eyes full of admiration „woahhh y/n you look soo good“ The other members also gave y/n compliments,and she thanked evryone of them,with a slight smile,Felix also offered y/n food but she denied it.Everyone could also see that she clearly wasn’t as excited like before but they thought she was just getting nervous.

Then their big moment came.All the mebers went on stage and stays screamed and cheered for each member of straykids.The boys and y/n sang and performed s-class,and god’s menu.First Y/n forgot her thoughts from before,but after they finished god’s menu the adrenaline left her.Chan talked with stays and y/n looked into the crowd.But wait,didn’t that one girl look at her thighs?And wasn’t there a group of girls that everytime they looked at y/n they looked disgusted?

Suddenly she got really exhausted,and she got an empty feeling in her stomach.Maybe she should have eaten something in the last 48 hours.Minho and Chan could tell something was bothering y/n.Chan cause he was always attentive ,and minho always took care of y/n.They were the best friends,and he somehow always wanted to take care of her.

Y/n now felt a sudden dizzines come over her.Fortunately everyone was heading backstage now except minho,felix,and hyunjin cause they were doing a surprise performance of taste.Y/n started feeling worse and worse.She got a bad headache and she felt very hot.Backstage Changbin wanted to tell her how great she did,but she just rushed to her changing room,so everyone thought she just wanted a little peace.

Y/n tried to drink a little bit water but her whole body started shaking,and her vision got blurry.And when did her ears start to ring so loud? When got her thoughts this loud storm?And exactly at the right moment minho rushed in and caught her as she broke down.

Minho could tell something was wrong when he came backstage and y/n wasn’t talking about how great everyone did.After concerts y/n was always excited,so when changbin told him she immediately rushed to her rchangingoom he knew something was bothering her.

Y/n laid in minhos arm and he was scared.Y/n teared up.“M-M-Min i-i cant b-breathe“she sobbed trying to breathe and get the ringing out of her ears.Y/n everything w-will be fine“ he said with tears in his eyes,cause he didn’t know what was going on.As the other members heard her sobs they immediately went to your room.Everyones eyes were filled with worry as they saw their member laying down.But y/n got only scared more cause their voices sounded like they were miles away,and god this damn ringing was so painful.

Chan tried to calm everyone down,and he sent Lix and han to search the medics.

Hyunjin kneeled down in front of y/n and the others went quiet.With a calm and soothing voice he asked „y/n,could you please tell us what’s wrong,or how you feel?“while he stroked her hair soothingly.Also if the ringing and buzzing was loud she could understand him,and it was hard to say something but y/n managed to get out „it-it’s so l-loud and i-i ca-c-can’t breathe.“

Worried minho held her tighter and the boys asked if anyone knew what happened. „Damn,where are those medics?“ Seungmin said with a bit anger in his gaze,but it immediately softened when yn’s anxious look met his.But suddenly you felt a different feeling. „ugh i-i’m gon-gonna“ with all her left strenght she pulled away from minho and tried to stand up,but it wasn’t enough so she fell,and threw up. „y/n!!“ Chan axiously screamed when he immediately jumped to you and pulled you towards him.As you threw up again seungmin held back your hair and jeongin stroked her back. Y/n teared up again,everything getting so overwhelming again.

But then finally the medics came and took y/n to a room to examinate her.They decided that chan should go with her,cause he was the calmest of the boys right now.But he also shed a few tears,because he blamed himself for not noticing sooner.Also hyunjin and minho were so worried,they wanted to go with y/n because they were her best friends.

Later the medics explained that y/n didn’t eat for a long time and something must have triggered her ,but sooner or later y/n would have broke down anyways.As they drove home,everyone calmed down a little bit,but as she sat in the van with felix,minho and hyunjin,minho decided to ask ,cause he didn’t understand why y/n didn’t eat for so long.

„Why did you skip meals?“ he asked with a slight trembling in his voice. Y/n as her head laid at hyunjins shoulder,felix gently stroking her hair,knew she couldn’t just keep out of the way of this conversation,so she told her three closest friends everything. „Why did you never tell us?“Minho whispered when y/n was done. „I-I didn’t want to burden you all“ „Y/n L/n you could never be a burden to us okay?We will always be here for you,and we would never judge you“Felix said.“Always?“ „Yes always“ And the way his eyes shined,the way his words sounded made her believe it.

That night when y/n was still exhausted the guys didn't leave her side.They staid with her until she fell asleep.and when she woke up they would all be there.

And from that moment everything got different but better.Of course y/n’s insecurities didn’t just disappear over night,but something changed.Now she didn’t have to face them alone.She had 8 wonderful people she could tell everything.8 members of a family wich would never leave her alone.

a/n: thank you sooo much for reading, remember to take care of yourself,and you are sooo breautiful the way you are<33 and never push yourself too much. Love yall💕💕