#there’s something seriously wrong with me

[thepitlanepress]

UM WHO ARE YOU? –

↳ lando norris + fem!reader

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⌗ :: a/n: something lando while i work on the smau !! also black and white pics of lando>>> a warning tho the sleep deprivation kicked in at about halfway through

your friend was late.

again.

this was the seven hundredth time michael had been late this week alone. seriously, its like he did it on purpose. you had been standing in the restaurant's carpark for the last half an hour waiting on you ride home.

it's late, it's dark, you're cold and tired. boy was the asshole in for it when he showed up. how could he leave a you out here in these conditions? it was practically snowing.

eventually michael's car turns up and slows to a stop in the car park, you think its weird how he keeps rolling a bit while you try and grab the handle but its they way he is, always taking the piss out of you on a daily basis.

he stops shortly after and you yank the door open piling inside and berating him. "seriously dude? you're half an hour late and i have been dying to bed. its almost snowing outside and you just leave...me..."

thats not michael.

sitting in the drivers seat is lando norris? the world famous f1 driver? what is he doing at your restaurant? no no better question, why the hell are you in his car you dumbass?

"um, who are you?" he asks sitting there, a confused and suspicious look on his face, he probably thinks your some crazy fan, which doesn't help the situation you're in.

"oh my god, i am so sorry, i got in the wrong car, this isn't happening. i'm so sorry, i thought you were my friend, gosh im so-" you begin to say but cut yourself off when you start to ramble. instead collecting yourself and bracing for the cold when you open the door.

"wait," lando's voice stops you, your hand on the door, ready to leave. "you can stay in here until your friend arrives," he says smiling, there is still the edge in his voice, and thats understandable, but he's being kind and letting you stay in the warm at least.

"thank you," you smile and sit back in the seat relaxing and closing your eyes basking in the warmth of the car, and the smell of lando's cologne. its not your fault its the only thing that you can smell.

"so can i ask; what were you doing out there? its snowing and you have no coat on, thats not okay," he asks his voice drifting to you.

"my friend michael was supposed to pick me up, but evidently he was late," you answer, opening your tired eyes and sighing. "he's always late these days. this is like the third time this week i've had to wait for him for like an hour after work."

"you're telling me you spend half an hour to an hour waiting for this guy to come pick you up from work? and he's always late?"

you nod not bothering to defend michael right now, he's making you wait with a stranger for over an hour, the last thing he deserves is your defence.

"what a shithead."

an unexpected laugh rumbles from your throat. "that's michael for you."

"thats michael? seriously?" lando's brows furrow and he looks disgusted by even the thought of it. "he's not your friend."

"what?"

"that boy is not your friend. a real friend would be here in the carpark early warming up your seat for you, waiting with a coat. not showing up hours late to a-" he looks out his window. "closed restaurant. god it keeps getting worse."

you sigh quietly and shake your head, "i don't know what to do, i don't have a car and calling an uber is not my favourite thing at this time of night."

"give me your phone," lando says suddenly.

"what?"

"can i borrow your phone please?" he repeats.

"sure?" you say pulling it out of your pocket, unlocking it and handing it over to him.

he types something quickly and smiles before handing it over to you again. you look down and on the screen is a new contact "lando aka your new best friend"

despite the circumstances you laugh, "what's this for?"

"text me when you finish work each shift and i'll come pick you up."

"what?"

"i'll pick you up or have someone trusted pick you up at the end of your shifts," he says simply.

"why?" you ask bewildered by his kindness.

"because i'm your new best friend duh."

you smile and he grins back at you. "come on i'll drive you home," he says putting his seatbelt on and gesturing for you to do the same.

"thank you," you whisper.

the drive home lulls you to sleep. maybe it was the quiet hum of the radio, or the warmth of the car or the company. whatever it was it sent you to sleep quickly, with a smile on your face and your heart full, you made a new friend.

you never did ask lando why he was in the car park that night. and he never did tell you how he had overheard your friend shit talking and complaining about you at a random club before he ran off with some girl.

and he never did tell you about how he very nearly dropped everything to go pick up the mystery girl who was depending on the worlds biggest asshole.

he never told you,

not even when he got down on one knee or when he stood up in front of all of your friends with you in a white dress.

he never told you how he almost fell in love on the spot when you burst into his car and then profusely apologised when you realised you made a mistake.

he never told you.

but he always picked you up, no matter where or when, he was there.

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[hishumanbellestories]

The argument had started over something small—so small that, in hindsight, it seemed ridiculous. A careless remark, a sharp response, tension that had been simmering beneath the surface until it boiled over. But neither of you had backed down. Alastor, always grinning, had looked anything but amused, and you, too hurt to see past your own anger, had turned your back on him and walked away.

And then, he was gone.

Not physically—Alastor still haunted the hotel like a specter, his presence lingering in the shadows, but he was avoiding you. It was deliberate, and it stung. At first, you told yourself it was fine. If he wanted to be childish, so be it. You could avoid him just as easily.

But the days dragged on, and the ache in your chest grew unbearable. You missed him. His insufferable laughter, the way he always seemed to know just what to say, even when it drove you mad. You missed the glint in his eyes when he teased you, the way he could make the world feel a little less heavy, even in Hell. And the fact that he had vanished from your life without a word—it hurt more than you wanted to admit.

Still, pride kept you from seeking him out.

And then Charlie and Angel came to you.

“He’s not okay,” Charlie said, arms crossed, worry clear in her expression. “I know he acts like nothing ever bothers him, but this—this is different.”

Angel sighed, leaning against the doorway. “Look, babe, I don’t know what happened between you two, but Al’s losin’ it. He’s not himself. And if he’s not okay, something’s seriously wrong.”

Your heart clenched. Alastor, not okay? He was always in control, always composed. But the worry in Charlie’s eyes and the rare seriousness in Angel’s tone told you everything.

“What do you mean?” you asked, hesitant. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer.

Charlie bit her lip. “He’s been… off. More distant than usual. He still talks, he still smiles, but it’s not real. It’s like he’s going through the motions. It’s like he’s trying to pretend he’s fine, but he’s not.”

Angel nodded. “He’s avoidin’ everyone, not just you. But whenever your name comes up? He either changes the subject or disappears entirely.”

The air felt heavy, suffocating. You swallowed hard, your chest tightening.

“I thought he was avoiding me because he was angry,” you admitted quietly.

Charlie shook her head. “I don’t think it’s that simple.”

It wasn’t. And deep down, you knew it. Alastor didn’t get angry like this. He played with emotions like a master puppeteer, always in control, always detached. If he was avoiding you, if he was truly unraveling, then something was very, very wrong.

And you needed to find out why.

Alastor wasn’t easy to find when he didn’t want to be found. But you knew him well enough to guess where he might retreat when the weight of his thoughts grew too heavy. And sure enough, you found him standing by the grand radio in one of the hotel’s abandoned rooms, fingers resting lightly on the dials, his head tilted as if listening to something only he could hear.

You hesitated in the doorway, suddenly unsure.

He must have sensed you, because his back stiffened, and for a moment, he didn’t turn. Then, slowly, he glanced over his shoulder, eyes meeting yours.

You had expected the usual mask—the ever-present, mocking grin, the glint of mischief in his gaze. But what you saw instead made your breath hitch.

He looked tired. Not physically, but emotionally. Hollow, haunted. And though his lips curled upward, the smile never reached his eyes.

“Well, well,” he said, voice light, almost forced. “Come to yell at me some more?”

The words stung, but there was no real venom in them. Just exhaustion.

You stepped forward. “Charlie and Angel are worried about you.”

His smile widened. “How touching.”

You frowned. “I am worried about you.”

For the briefest second, something flickered in his expression—something raw, something real. But then it was gone, buried beneath that infuriating grin.

“Oh, my dear,” he laughed, but it was hollow. “There’s no need for that. I’m perfectly fine.”

“You’re not,” you countered, voice softer now. “Alastor, what’s going on?”

Silence stretched between you. He turned away, fingers tightening on the radio dial, as if grounding himself.

“I realized something,” he finally murmured, so quiet you almost didn’t hear. “Something… unfortunate.”

You waited, heart pounding.

“I thought I could be satisfied with what we had,” he continued, voice distant, as though speaking to himself. “A delightful little friendship, a bit of amusement to pass the time. But then—then I lost it. And I realized…” he let out a hollow laugh. “How very foolish of me.”

You stepped closer. “Alastor—”

He turned then, and for the first time, he looked afraid.

“You should leave,” he said, almost desperate. “Go. Before I make things worse.”

Your chest tightened. “Al—”

“PLEASE...”

He never begged. Not Alastor. But this wasn’t the Radio Demon speaking. This was Alastor, the man beneath the mask, raw and vulnerable in a way you had never seen before.

And it shattered you.

Because now you understood.

This wasn’t just about the argument. This wasn’t just about losing a friend.

Alastor had realized something far more terrifying.

He was in love with you.

And he believed, with every fiber of his being, that he did not deserve you.

[cressidagrey]

The Queen of Romantasy and the Race Car Prince - Chapter 12

Pairing: Lando Norris x Elizabeth "Lizzie" Treshton (Original Character)

Summary:

Elizabeth Treshton—bestselling romantasy author, queen of fae heartbreak, and sworn devotee of a carefully structured routine—never expected her service dog to abandon protocol and diagnose a Formula 1 driver with something. But that’s exactly what happens when Mara the wonder-dog ditches Lizzie’s side to aggressively alert to none other than Lando Norris in the middle of a coffee shop.

Warnings and Notes: 

Mention of epilepsy and service animals. I don't myself suffer from epilepsy, so I asked my IRL friend, who thankfully was nice enough to let me ask her all the questions I could come up with. The rest I asked Reddit. So everything that's wrong...that's totally my fault and not on purpose. Also Discussion of toxic media/fandom/death threats.

As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble

Lando sat on the couch, staring at his phone like it had personally betrayed him. Lizzie, curled up next to him with Mara at her feet, noticed his thumb hovering over the screen, hesitating. She nudged him with her knee.

"Alright, what is it? Did Max send you another cursed meme?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. There was something going on. Something that he hadn't told her yet. 

She had learned to read Lando well enough to pick up on these kinds of unsaid cues. The way he looked, the way he smiled, his eyes just so crinkling at the corners...she knew exactly the titl of his head, the way the right corner of his mouth ticked up in a smile when he read something funny on his phone...She knew. 

And she treasured all these tiny details, hoarded them like a dragon did to it's gold. 

Lando huffed a small laugh, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Worse."

Lizzie's eyebrows furrowed, concern creasing her forehead. That wasn't good.  "Worse? What's worse than Max Verstappen's questionable taste in humor?" she asked, trying to infuse some humour into the situation, but Lando didn't seem interested in that. 

He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "So, you know how I sent that picture of Mara in her Ferrari bandana to Charles?"

Lizzie's face lit up as she nodded, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Yes, how could I forget? The cutest picture I've ever seen."

Her dog was the most adorable dog to ever grace this earth, thank you very much. (She was very much certain that every dog owner had thought that at one moment in time, but she was correct!) 

Lando chuckled and pulled her into his side. She breathed in the scent that was simply him, something fresh and warm and so utterly Lando...feeling his body warmth seep into her, through the thin shirt he was wearing. "Yeah, yeah, you’ve said that a thousand times," he teased. "But you’ll never guess what happened when Charles showed that picture to his girlfriend."

Lizzie raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "What, did she think it was so cute it gave her a heart attack?" she joked. Not that she could fault Charles' girlfriend if that was indeed the case. 

"She recognized Mara," Lando said drily. That was not what Lizzie had expected. Actually that was the last thing she had expected.  "Alexandra Saint Mleux," Lando said, watching her reaction carefully. "is apparently a Lizzie Treshton superfan."

Lizzie’s eyes widened. "Wait, seriously?" she asked, a mix of shock and amusement coloring her voice. Really? "A F1 WAG read my books?"

"Not just her," Lando said, shaking his head. "All of them. And they’ve decided they need to meet you. Effective immediately."

Lizzie stared at him for a moment before bursting out laughing. 

"So what, they started plotting?" she teased.

"Plotting would be an understatement," Lando said, amused. "I have been forcefully added to the WAG council group chat, and they are demanding that I bring you to a race."

The mere idea of being in a group chat with the wives and girlfriends of Formula 1’s elite sounded like a scene straight out of a fanfiction, but apparently it was her real life now. 

"There’s a WAG council?" She asked, shocked besides herself. That sounded...actually, she had no idea what that sounded like. 

"Apparently."

"That’s amazing," Lizzie said, still giggling. 

Lando made a face. "It’s terrifying."

Lizzie bit her lip, trying not to laugh. "Demanding might be a strong word, though, right?"

"Oh, no," Lando corrected, his expression deadly serious. "There were threats, bribes, and full capital letters. Also, they all want signed copies of Seasons of Fate."

Lizzie let out a soft oh of understanding before shaking her head with a grin. "You know, I really didn’t think this was how our relationship was going to get outed," she said drily. Really. This was really not what she had had in mind. 

"Neither did I," Lando admitted. "But the WAGs are apparently above no tactics when it comes to getting their hands on signed books."

Lizzie raised an eyebrow, her curiosity only growing. "So, what exactly did they say?"

Lando sighed, running a hand through his curls. "Well, for starters, Alex offered to ‘whore out her Ferrari golden boy boyfriend’ if it meant getting you to Silverstone."

Lizzie cackled. "She said that?"

"Verbatim," Lando confirmed, looking equal parts entertained and exhausted. "And apparently, Charles will sign whateveryou want if he doesn’t want to be murdered in his sleep."

She burst out in laughter at that. 

"Well, that sounds like... quite the deal," she said, trying desperately to stay serious. "I don’t know whether to be concerned or find it hilariously absurd."

Lando smirked, clearly amused by the situation. "It’s a lot of both," he assured her. "But they're not afraid to play dirty." He grew serious. "I wanted to talk to you before this all blows up. I know we haven’t exactly been hiding, but we also haven’t been, you know, public."

Lizzie sobered slightly, understanding what he was getting at. "You’re worried about what happens when people know."

He nodded. "It’s just… your life is already busy, and the last thing I want is for my world to make things harder for you. The fans, the media, the scrutiny—it’s a lot. And I don’t want you to feel pressured into dealing with that."

Her heart painfully constricted, her expression softened, because it was clear that Lando was worried about this. "I appreciate that," she said sincerely. "But, Lando… I’ve been dealing with fan and media attention for a while now. I thinkI can handle it."

Lando frowned slightly. "Yeah, but F1 media is different. It’s relentless. They’ll speculate about everything, dig through your old tweets, try to twist things. Hell, they’re probably going to turn Mara into some kind of meme."

Lizzie smirked. "I mean, she is an icon. It’s about time the world recognizes it."

Lando groaned. "Lizzie."

She laughed before squeezing his hand. "Look, I won’t pretend it won’t be overwhelming. But I do know that I don’t want to keep pretending we’re just… nothing."

"You know that they’ll be hounding your every move?" he warned her, his voice tinged with concern. "The fans can be ruthless, the media is relentless, and the tabloids—well, they make up their own storylines."

She nodded. "I won’t lie, I know it’s going to be overwhelming. I mean, I have seen what happens when the internet latches onto F1 relationships. But I also know I don’t want to pretend we’re just… nothing. You make me happy, and I don’t want to hide that."

Lando was silent for a moment, his eyes meeting Lizzie's. His thumb traced a gentle circle on the back of her hand as he seemed lost in thought.

“You make me happy too,” he told her, his voice soft. “But they’ll…they’re going to dissect every little thing. If you don’t come to a race, we’ll probably be at the brink of a break up. If you do come, they’ll write ridiculous headlines of you stealing the spotlights. They are going to speculate on how long we’ve been together, probably even come up with wild conspiracy theories..."

She could hear it in his voice, how much it stressed him...how uch even just the thought of people doing that to their relationship was hurting him. 

"Hey," she said softly. "I’m a bestselling fantasy author, Lando. People come up with wild conspiracy theories about my books on a daily basis. I can handle it."

Lando chuckled at that. "Fair point," he admitted, conceding her argument. The tension in his shoulders eased some. "I just…I want you to be sure,” Lando said hesitantly. “The Formula One fandom is another level when it comes to speculating about relationships. And some fans are bloody mental. I have literally received death threats, and I am not the only one. And the media? They are going to be relentless. They’ll ask questions about you at every race, they’ll bring up your epilepsy, they’ll try to spin things."

Lizzie knew that. She was very much aware of that. But Lizzie had lived with her epilepsy for nearly all her life. She already had heard every single horrible thing somebody could say about that. 

Now it would be more of the same. Simply on a bigger stage. 

Was it scary? Yes. 

Did she care? Not really. 

So Lizzie simply squeezed his hand reassuringly. "I know. I’m not naive. And I won’t pretend it doesn’t scare me a little. But I also know I don’t want to let fear dictate my life. We’re in this together, right?"

"Of course, we are."

Lizzie leaned in, resting her forehead against his. "Then let’s do it."

Lando grinned, all traces of his earlier tension disappearing. "You’re braver than me," he said, pulling her closer so he could kiss her forehead. "Are you sure you’re ready for this circus?"

A mischievous glint flashed in Lizzie's eyes. "Honey, if there’s one thing I’ve learned from writing about a war between magical races, it’s that I can handle whatever comes my way."

Lando chuckled, shaking his head at her audacity. "You’re something else, you know that?" he said warmly. 

"Yes," she said, grinning. "So, you’ll take me to Silverstone?"

"I was supposed to be the one inviting you, you know," Lando muttered, feigning exasperation.

Lizzie just smirked. "Too slow, Norris.  Let’s do it. If the WAGs want signed books, I might as well hand-deliver them."

Lando let out a dramatic sigh. "Fine. But the moment we walk into the paddock together, the internet is going to explode."

Lizzie leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before pulling back with a knowing smile. "Then let’s give them a show, shall we?"

[digi-diareis]

Teen MC snapping at Caleb

Context: Yk how when you're teenagers, guys think the only way to flirt with the person they like is by teasing them? Well, imagine if Caleb had an era like this until it went too far and mc finally snapped at him.

Beware: this is gonna be SO BAD. im not a writer at all and english isn't my first language either. its just that i've had this scenario in my head for a few days now and i needed it out of my system. Also, I decided to use they/them pronouns for mc. So its more inclusive that way and also bcs even I personally don't always refer to my mc as she/her. So yeah, for the bitches, bros and non binary hoes.

Imagine this, Caleb and you bantering like usual on your way home but you're having an off day which makes it easier for you to get pissed off and fed up with all the teasing. Unfortunately, Caleb doesn't notice this and keeps teasing you until you just snap.

So mc, exasperated, scoffs at him and turns around to leave with their arms folded across their chest and eyebrows scrunched so hard they almost look like a unibrow.

"I'm done talking you. Go find someone else to pick on, Caleb. I'm not in the mood."

Sensing the sudden shift of mood, Caleb is speechless for a bit and left floundering, looking for the right words to say. He thought this was just your usual banter so why were you suddenly taking the jokes seriously? Hell, he can't let you stay in a bad mood for the entire day because that means he's getting the silent treatment and he'd rather die (well not really but he almost feels like it) than have you completely ignore his entire existence. Again.

He approaches you slowly, using a gentle voice to not alarm you the same way one would with a hissing kitten.

"Pipsqueak? Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry... Tell me what it was and I promise I won't say it again. Don't be mad anymore, we don't want you to develop any more wrinkles, do we?"

And oh, the way you stiffened up, very much reminiscent of a stray cat on full alarm against anybody trying to steal its food. Caleb gulps, knowing somewhere along the lines, he triggered a tripwire and a bomb's about to blow.

"Uhm! You know what, nevermind me! How about we go buy your favorite snack? Oh, what a coincidence your favorite stall is right around the corner-"

You turn around with a glare that makes him immediately shut up, looking like you're about to rip him a new one.

"WRINKLES?! First, you make fun of my height. Calling me pipsqueak around everyone and never shutting your damn mouth about how not a day has passed where I was taller than you. Then you start being weirdly aggressive towards my other guy friends, which by the way, what the fuck? Now most of them won't even talk to me anymore! What is your problem?! And now, you're calling me OLD and UGLY?!"

"I-I never said -"

"Shut your damn mouth and listen to me, Caleb! You have been getting on my nerves lately! I've been trying to convince myself that this is all just friendly banter but sometimes, you go too far that I don't even know if I can still laugh it off! We used to be best friends but now, its so easy for you to make fun of me. I don't know what I ever did to deserve this but oh my god, if you hate me this much then just stop hanging around me!"

Mc is heaving by the end of their entire speech, extremely worked up and upset that they're red in the face. They had been bottling this up for the past few weeks so letting it out almost felt cathartic.

Caleb is stuck in place, throat dry and mouth open but words won't come out. Was that how it's been like for you? Had he taken the jokes too far recently? Maybe it was wrong to listen to the other guys in his class who said that teens tend to fall for guys who act terrible, the bad boy stereotype is popular nowadays.

He looks down, feeling guilty and pathetic that he ended up making you feel like you hated him when you were the person who embodied everything he loved. You made him feel like flying and falling, all at the same time. So how could he hurt you like this? He had to make things right before it was too late.

"I'm sorry. Its all my fault. I shouldn't have said all those hurtful things to you, even if it was a joke or not. At the end of the day, they hurt you and that's not right. Please believe me when I say that I could never hate being around you. That couldn't be more wrong, not when all I ever want to do is be by your side. So please don't tell me to stop hanging around you, just thinking about it feels like my chest is being squeezed that it hurts. I promise I won't make the same mistakes again, so please forgive me?"

He's nervous, fiddling with his hands while he looks you in the eye. He reminds you of a wet puppy under the rain, begging you to bring him home with you. You knew the moment he pulled those puppy dog eyes that you would eventually lose, you could never say no to him. Not when you were kids and not now.

You sigh, shoulders slumping and the frown gone from your face. Now you just look tired, which only makes him more worried, maybe you're tired of him? No, that can't be. What would happen to him if you decide he's not worth keeping around anymore? He just might stop functioning all together.

You turn your back and start walking home, he feels his heart drop thinking this is it. You're leaving him behind– that is until you turn your head to the side, side eyeing him with a blush on your face.

"What're you standing there for, I thought you were going to buy me my favorite snack? Don't get the wrong idea, I'm not forgiving you just yet. Not until I've had my fill."

After that day, Caleb completely changes. Or maybe its more accurate to say he reverted back to how he used to be when you guys were kids. Doting, attentive and extremely supportive. He still banters with you from time to time but he never goes out of his way to start one. Although, there is one thing that doesn't change and that's how over protective he still is, he's still acting like a guard dog and being threatening towards all the guys in your class but at this point, you're just happy to have your best friend back again.

And just like that, Caleb's popularity spikes in your class because suddenly, every girl wants a guy who comes at their beck and call and attends to their needs. No more bad boy persona for them, they just want someone who worships the ground they walk on the same way Caleb does for you.

[itsmajel]

As a German, I totally get the confusion here. And it's an argument I've passionately had with international friends before. Technically, Brot (German for bread) does mean the whole category of bread-like products, just like in English—but in everyday use, we Germans have a much narrower definition of what actually qualifies as Brot. (As in "Hey, I'm gonna go buy some Brot")

For me (and I know not every German might agree—after all, we can’t even agree on what to call the end piece of a loaf), Brot is typically a heavy, crusty, and substantial loaf—often made with rye, sourdough, or whole grains. It’s got a firm bite, a rich, complex flavor, and is something you can eat on its own or with simple toppings like butter and cheese. Most importantly, ist not soft and squishy when you touch it. So calling soft, fluffy, pre-sliced toast Brot just feels wrong. That’s Toastbrot, a separate thing entirely.

The same goes for other baked goods. Baguettes, Ciabatta, and Pita? Technically bread, sure, but we’d usually never just call them Brot—they keep their specific names. Even something like a Brötchen (a bread roll) isn’t Brot, despite literally meaning "little bread."

Of course, this is just my perspective as one German. But we do take our bread very seriously, so it’s no surprise that we get oddly specific and emotional about what counts as Brot and what doesn’t!

While we're on the subject of baked food, please tell me where you're from and what this is called.

[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

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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 :)

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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 🩷

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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 our next adventure 🩷 baby sargeant coming soon.

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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 🩷

[mattscoquette]

reader going through perv!matt’s journal

“i’ll be back in a sec, i just need to run downstairs and help chris with something really quick.”

that’s what matt told you over ten minutes ago, and he’s still gone. you were over at the triplets place hanging out with nick, when matt insisted he show you both his new pc set up. it only took nick five minutes to be over it, but you felt bad when you saw matt’s defeatist expression after nick went back to his room. you decided to stay, but soon after matt abandoned you to go do something with chris.

you could’ve gone back upstairs with nick, but you let your curiosity get the best of you, and somehow you were going through matt’s bedside drawers, seeing what he had in there.

you knew matt had a thing for you, he made it very, very clear. although those feelings weren’t really reciprocated, it was fun to tease him. like, really fun.

before you could stop yourself, the leather binding of matt’s journal was in your hands, itching to be opened and read. you thumbed through the pages, reading matt’s chicken scratch handwriting while he wrote about whatever. you didn’t want to be too invasive, but his journal piqued your interest a lot. you wondered if he ever wrote about you, or if he only kept those thoughts in his head.

your eyes skimmed up and down the pages, nothing really standing out to you until you saw your name.

today y/n came over to see nick. she had on this rly short skirt, i think they were going out to a bar or something later. i don’t really care. i overhear her talking to nick about the guys she gets with. i could be so much better than them. i would make her feel so good, where she’d be begging me for more. god her moans are probably so fucking pretty.

your cheeks got hot as they blushed a deep red, fingers flipping to the next entry.

it’s been a few days since i saw y/n, i miss her so much. i’ve probably touched myself to her more times than i can count in the last day or two. i don’t know what it is with her, but she just gets me so worked up. she doesn’t even have to do anything and i’ll literally get hard from her. a couple weeks ago we were at her place and i heard her in the shower. it turned me on so much i couldn’t handle it. i want her so bad.

there’s gotta be something seriously deranged about me. every time that y/n sleeps over here, i always sneak up to nicks room and take a pair of her panties. she has to have noticed by now. i can’t help it though. i use them to get myself off. sometimes she has really pretty lace ones, other ones are really really skimpy. i don’t care though. i wonder what they’d look like on her. she’d probably think im a fucking creep if she ever really found out. i wonder what she’d do.

at this point, your stomach was doing somersaults, and your thighs were pressed together, trying to relieve the ache that had grown in your cunt. maybe it was weird what he was doing, but the level of obsession was turning you on. bad.

you were quick to find a pen somewhere in the bedside drawer, popping the cap off and scribbling underneath the entry in your loopy handwriting.

you naughty boy. you didn’t learn that stealing was wrong? i would probably punish you and not let you cum. i would tease you, get you all wound up and make you hold it. id use my pretty pink panties around your cock to get you off and let you cum in them after edging you for so long. maybe i’ll use my hands too, or my mouth if you’re really good for me.

you grinned to yourself as you shut the journal, drawing your bottom lip in between your teeth before returning the notebook to its rightful place, exactly how you found it.

you knew that matt wouldn’t do anything about it, either. he would see the note, and probably get off to it a million times, but never actually reach out to you. until then, he’d just have to learn how to keep pleasuring himself alone.

© mattscoquette | taglist

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ inspired by this fic from my girl @st7rnioioss ♡︎♡︎ perv!matt is soooo back i miss that freak

[sturniololuvz]

hey i would love a story where the triplets younger sister (15-16) always was cuddling her brothers and kissing their cheeks because it was how she was raised and when her friends came over she was cuddling matt on the couch and her friends started to make fun of her the next day at school so she distanced herself from the boys, refusing to even go near them so they talk to her about it

PLSSSSS

okayyyy

“Too Old for Hugs?”

Sturniolos x sister

Y/N had always been affectionate with her brothers. It wasn’t weird—it was just how they were raised. She hugged them when they got home, kissed their cheeks before they left, and cuddled up next to them on the couch whenever they were watching a movie. It was just normal.

Or at least, she thought it was.

The night before, her friends had come over, and she had been curled up against Matt on the couch like always, his arm lazily draped around her as they watched some random YouTube video.

She didn’t think anything of it—until the next day at school.

Her so-called friends had spent all day teasing her.

“Dude, you’re way too old to be cuddling your brothers like that.”

“Do you seriously still kiss them on the cheek? That’s so embarrassing.”

“You act like a little kid, Y/N. It’s kinda weird.”

She had laughed it off at first, pretending it didn’t bother her. But as the comments kept coming, something in her started to shift.

Maybe… they were right?

Maybe she was too old for that stuff.

So, she stopped.

At first, the boys didn’t notice.

Y/N had never been super obvious about her affection—it was just there in the little moments. But when she suddenly stopped hugging them when they got home, stopped curling up next to them during movie nights, stopped even sitting close to them—it didn’t take long for them to realize something was wrong.

Chris was the first to say something.

“Why are you sitting over there?” he asked one night, frowning when he saw Y/N sitting on the opposite side of the couch instead of next to Matt like she usually did.

Y/N shrugged. “Just wanted to sit here.”

Matt and Nick exchanged a look.

“Okay… but, like, you never sit over there,” Nick pointed out.

Y/N kept her eyes on the TV, pretending not to care. “Maybe I wanna start.”

Chris narrowed his eyes. “You mad at us or something?”

“No,” she said quickly. Too quickly.

Matt tilted his head. “Then what’s up?”

“Nothing.”

It wasn’t nothing.

And the boys knew it wasn’t nothing.

But Y/N was stubborn, and no matter how much they asked, she kept brushing it off.

It wasn’t until later that night that they finally got the truth out of her.

She had been in her room, scrolling through her phone, when there was a knock at her door.

“Y/N/N, open up,” Chris called.

She sighed. “Go away.”

“Not happening,” Matt’s voice added.

“Seriously,” Nick chimed in. “We’re coming in either way.”

Before she could protest, the door opened, and the three of them stepped inside, all looking way too serious for her liking.

Chris sat on the edge of her bed. “Alright, talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” she muttered.

Matt scoffed. “Bullshit.”

Nick crossed his arms. “Y/N, come on. You’ve been acting weird all week. You won’t even look at us.”

Chris nudged her foot. “Did we do something?”

That made her look up. “No! It’s not you guys, I swear.”

Matt narrowed his eyes. “Then what is it?”

She hesitated.

Chris softened his voice. “Y/N/N, whatever it is, you can tell us.”

She chewed her lip, debating for a second, before finally sighing.

“My friends…” she started, picking at a loose thread on her blanket. “They—um—they said it was weird that I always hug you guys. And that I still kiss your cheeks and stuff. They said I act like a little kid.”

Silence.

Then—

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Chris blurted.

Matt sat up straighter. “That’s why you’ve been acting weird?”

Y/N felt heat rush to her face. “I just—maybe they’re right? Like, I am kinda old for that stuff—”

“No, you’re not,” Nick interrupted firmly.

Chris shook his head, clearly pissed. “Who cares what they think? They’re your friends, not your damn family.”

Matt nudged her knee. “Y/N, you’ve always been affectionate with us. That’s just how you are. That’s how we are. It’s not weird—it’s just us.”

Nick nodded. “Yeah. And if they don’t get that, then they don’t really know you.”

Y/N swallowed, feeling her eyes sting a little. “I just didn’t want you guys to think I was weird too.”

Chris groaned, grabbing her wrist and dragging her into his chest. “Dude, shut up and hug me right now.”

Y/N let out a wet laugh, melting into his arms.

Matt sighed dramatically and wrapped his arms around both of them. “Yeah, you’re never getting rid of us.”

Nick rolled his eyes but joined in, squishing her between them. “Seriously. You’re stuck with us, sorry.”

Y/N sniffled. “I love you guys.”

Chris kissed the top of her head. “We love you too, dummy. And don’t listen to those assholes.”

Matt nodded. “Yeah, screw them.”

Nick smirked. “But, uh, if you did wanna give us their names…”

Y/N snorted. “No fighting my friends, Nick.”

Chris grinned. “No promises.”

And just like that, everything felt right again.

[thewrightstuff]

I don't really have a 'normal' blog to put this on but it's so accurate, so I wanted to recreblog it somewhere and share my experience with doctors as a plus sized person.

As soon as I hit puberty I began to mysteriously put on weight and none of my doctors were able to really tell me why. When I was in my senior year of high school, I was having pains in my right side that my doctors (both my at the time pedi and my gp) attributed to my weight and would shrug their shoulders and refused to do any sort of further investigation of.

I was in the early stages of appendicitis, and it wouldn't have been discovered had I not eventually had a colonoscopy due to having IBS and specifically requesting it from a Gastro. I was exhausted all of the time and run down and sick. It took five years for them to discover this after the pain in my side began. I could have gone septic very quickly if this was not discovered, and it would probably have been fatal because my pain and sickness had been written off because of my size as being a side effect of being fat.

Additionally, it took over ten years to be diagnosed with PCOS because my doctors prior to my current care provider insisted that my extreme pain symptoms and bleeding to the point of being diagnosed with period anemia was due to me being, you guessed it, fat. My mother had PCOS and I highly suspected there was more going on and kept pushing hard to be tested for the condition. My androgen levels were *double* what the normal level should be for someone my age, and that could have been found out at any point in those ten years with a blood draw. It also means I likely have insulin resistance which impacts how my body gains, carries, and loses weight and is a huge contributing factor to why my diet (balanced meals as guided by a dietician with the rare occasional treat) was not able to help me lose weight.

I feel like it's important to point this out because even if you have genetic or medical conditions that impact your weight, it does not matter to a doctor. There are a large number of doctors who do not take your symptoms seriously and will just tell you to lose weight, even if that is an uphill battle you have no questions for. In fact the amount of times I have been refused care for serious medical conditions because they want me to "lose weight first" is ridiculous, because I can tell when something is wrong with my own body. I also feel like it's worth noting, I'm otherwise perfectly healthy - my tests come back normal and show no signs of diabetes, high blood pressure, or heart disease.

I also want to point out, when I was seeking a breast reduction (because of how badly it has impacted my health) I was refused one because of my weight. HOWEVER, ironically, my doctors that same year recommended I get a gastric bypass surgery because somehow my weight didn't disqualify me from that surgery. Fatphobia is very, very real in the medical and insurance fields.

I will continue being mean to thin people because the entire world is made for you but people like me can't get a diagnosis without threatening to sue the doctor <3

[scoupsakakitty]

Hii hellooo, may i have a request like svt 14th fem member youngest like they care abt platonically and protective specially when there's some male idol who wants to hit on her? Or like whenever they are shooting and some people stare at her, or during live some like that and like they become protective but the reader doesn't have any clue thank youu

Unspoken Rules | Seventeen x 14thMember | fluff

"Y/N, stand over here," Seungcheol murmured, subtly guiding her to the middle of the group as they prepared for a live broadcast.

Y/N blinked up at him, confused. "Why? What's wrong with my spot?"

"Nothing. Just... better camera angle," he answered smoothly, glancing over at Joshua, who was already nodding in silent agreement.

"Right," Y/N said, unconvinced but not questioning it further.

The members had always been protective of her—she was their youngest, after all. But lately, something had been feeling... off. Like there were unspoken rules she wasn't aware of.

The broadcast started, and everything seemed normal—until she noticed the way Jeonghan casually placed a hand on the back of her chair whenever a certain male idol sitting across from them spoke to her. Or how Mingyu laughed a little too loudly whenever she responded to said idol’s questions, effectively drowning out the conversation.

It wasn’t until later, when she scrolled through comments, that she saw fans noticing it too.

"LMAO the way Seventeen turns into a human shield whenever a guy talks to Y/N." "DK literally just changed the topic mid-sentence when that dude asked for her number." "Do they realize she’s an adult? 😭"

Her eyebrows furrowed.

"Okay," she started as she marched into their waiting room, crossing her arms. "What is going on?"

The room went silent. Some members pretended to check their phones, others suddenly found their drinks very interesting.

"You guys are acting weird," she pressed.

"We're always weird," Vernon pointed out, unhelpfully.

"Don't change the subject!" She narrowed her eyes. "Tell me why you guys keep acting like my personal security team every time a guy so much as looks at me."

A long pause. Then, Woozi sighed, rubbing his temples. "Look, Y/N, you’re our little sister. We don’t trust these guys."

"Yeah," Hoshi nodded seriously. "Some of them seem... too interested."

"Too interested?" she repeated, confused.

"Like, flirting," Jun clarified, making a face as if the word itself was offensive.

Her jaw dropped. "Wait. You guys think they—?" She burst out laughing. "You guys are ridiculous."

Seungkwan scoffed. "Oh yeah? Tell that to the dude who tried to ask for your number last week."

"What?! When? Who?"

"Exactly," Dino muttered. "You don’t even notice."

Minghao crossed his arms. "That’s why we have to."

Y/N stared at them, realizing just how deep their protectiveness ran. It wasn’t just playful big-brother energy—they genuinely looked out for her.

She sighed, shaking her head. "And what if I want to finally meet someone? What if I wanted to give him my number?" She looked at them, exasperated. "You guys can’t protect me forever."

Seungcheol, who had been quiet until now, leaned forward, his voice firm but gentle. "Yes, we can. And we will. Until we know for sure that the guy is good enough for you."

The room hummed in agreement.

"Exactly." "Facts." "Scoups speaks for all of us."

Y/N groaned dramatically and fell backward onto the couch, staring at the ceiling. "I can’t win against you guys, can I?"

"Nope," Jeonghan grinned, ruffling her hair again.

She huffed but couldn't help the small smile creeping onto her face. Maybe having thirteen overprotective brothers wasn’t so bad after all.

[i-suggest-aro]

That feeling of overhearing someone else’s conversation where they say, “I’m scared I sound like a whore, but I’m not really interested in a serious romantic relationship. Just in… I don’t know. Being more free or something.”

And you can’t say anything because you’re not technically supposed to be eavesdropping, but you want to turn to her and say, no!! Don’t feel bad! That’s not called being a whore or something! It’s called aromanticism and you can try it today free of charge! Seriously! It’s really great!

it makes me so sad when i hear conversations like that out in the wild. there are so many aromantics out there that just...don't know they're aromantic. and they might never find out. they think there's something wrong with them, that their lack of desire for romance is somehow a moral failing, when it's actually something as beautiful as this. and it's not just people of older generations or people who aren't around other queer people a lot; there are so many aromantics out there that know what aromanticism is, but don't think it applies to them because they're not asexual. that used to be me. that's why i have such an issue with that false correlation people draw between the two. because that false correlation was the reason i denied myself my own identity for years.

[misswynters]

Picking baby names isnt easy...

short drabble

featuring. ekko x pregnant! reader

a/n. im sorry i just cant get enough of it, seriously (idk what this is but here you go everyone!) back from the dead

Soft rain sounds pattered against the windows as you sat in Ekko’s hideout, your feet propped up on a stack of cushions. The dim light cast a warm glow over the room, highlighting the scattered trinkets and gadgets Ekko had been working on. You were wrapped in one of his oversized hoodies, feeling cozy despite the growing weight of your belly.

Ekko paced back and forth across the room, muttering to himself as he tinkered with two small devices. He recently told you he was working on there cute anklets for the twins that would alert him if they were ever in danger. He already made one for you, at the back of it there was a small watch that could turn back time. But he emphasized that it should only be used if you were in a situation you knew you couldn't make it out alive. Luckily you never needed to use it. ANYWAYS. His movements were restless, like he couldn’t sit still. You watched him with a small smile, finding his energy endearing.

“Ekko,” you called softly, and he glanced up, his hands still fiddling with the wires.

“Yeah, Firefly?” he replied, tilting his head at you.

“Come sit with me,” you said, patting the space next to you.

His face softened immediately. “In a minute,” he said, though you could see him hesitating.

“Ekko,” you said again, a bit more pointedly. “I’m pregnant, and I want cuddles. Now.”

That did it. He set the baby anklets down with a laugh and crossed the room to you. “You always know how to get your way, huh?” he teased, plopping down beside you.

You leaned into him with a grin. “It’s a talent of mine.”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. His other hand instinctively went to your belly, where the twins gave a small kick in response. Ekko’s eyes lit up, his grin spreading across his face.

“The little ones active today,” he murmured, rubbing slow circles over your stomach.

You hummed in agreement, resting your head on his shoulder. “Probably because their dad never sits still.”

“Hey!” he protested, though his laugh gave him away. “I’m totally calm and chill.”

“Sure you are,” you teased, giving him a playful nudge.

For a moment, the two of you just sat there, listening to the rain and enjoying the quiet. Then, out of nowhere, you felt a small pang in your back. A sharp pain that made you wince.

Ekko noticed immediately, his eyes wide with concern. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is it the twins?”

You shook your head, trying to wave him off. “It’s just a little back pain. Comes with the territory.”

But Ekko wasn’t having it. “Alright, that’s it,” he declared, gently guiding you to lean forward a bit. “You’re getting a massage.”

You laughed, trying to protest. “Ekko, you don’t have to—”

“Shhh,” he cut you off, already starting to work his hands over your shoulders and back. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and you felt yourself relax almost immediately.

“Better?” he asked, his voice soft.

“Much better,” you admitted, melting under his care.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Good. Gotta take care of my Firefly.” You couldn’t help but smile at the nickname, your heart swelling with affection. Ekko always had a way of making you feel like the most important person in the world.

“Y’know,” he said after a moment, his hands still kneading your shoulders, “I’ve been thinking about what we should name the them.”

“Oh?” you said, raising an eyebrow. “What ideas do you have?”

He grinned, clearly excited. “Okay, hear me out: what if we name them something cool, like Blaze and Nova?”

You laughed, the sound filling the room. “Ekko, those sound like superhero names.”

“Exactly!” he said, his grin widening. “Our twins are going to be heroes. Just like their mom.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “And their dad,” you added.

You sat there for a bit pondering about names to give the twins since you were going to be due soon. Never even given the though of giving them a name yet. "What about Noa and April?" you added looking at him, with cute clear eyes. Trying your hardest to find the twins some good names. Who knew it would be tough.

"Eh, Personally I don't like it. Anyways," Ekko’s expression softened at that, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. You couldn't believe he quickly switched the subject. “We’re gonna be a good team, Firefly. You, me, and the little ones.”

You leaned into his touch, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “I know,” you said softly.

Suddenly, Ekko shifted, kneeling down in front of you so he was eye-level with your belly. “Alright, babies,” he said, his tone has a hint of mockery with serious undertone. “You better behave in there and stop giving your mom back pain, or we’re gonna have a few words when you get out.”

You burst out laughing, covering your face with your hands. “Ekko, you’re hilarious!”

He grinned up at you, his eyes sparkling. “Yeah of course i am.”

“I love you,” you admitted, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair.

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment before pressing a soft kiss to your belly. “And I love you, too. All three of you.”

The sweetness of the moment made your heart ache in the best way. Ekko was everything you could’ve hoped for: supportive, loving, and just the right amount of goofy.

As he climbed back onto the couch beside you, he wrapped you in his arms, holding you close like he never wanted to let go. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“I’m really lucky to have you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ekko tightened his hold on you, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Nah, Firefly. I’m the lucky one.”

And as the rain continued to fall outside, the two of you stayed curled up together, safe and warm in each other’s arms, dreaming of the bright future ahead.

this is absolutely lazy of a drabble… 0-o

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[blessedmisery]

summary: sung jinwoo x reader - boyfriend headcannons. sfw and nsfw included. warnings: fluff, smut, idk this is silly authors note: ty for reading, hope u enjoy. likes and reblogs always appreciated <3

sung jinwoo is super introverted and literally so oblivious to anyone liking him so it'll take a while before the two of you get together

but when you do it'll be sooooo good. so so good.

jinwoo is terrible at communicating his feelings, and he will struggle to show you that he loves you at first

so you will be the one saying "i love you" first

his love languages would be acts of service, physical touch and quality time because this man seriously needs a hug but also loves doing things for you

he likes his space and alone time, but he would love to be in the same room together while the two of you do your own thing.

he'd be surprisingly really good at cooking because he's super detail-oriented and attentive

that also applies to your feelings, if you're feeling a certain way, he'll catch on instantly

but he won't really know what to do, he's pretty cold sometimes so he's not great at comforting people.

terrible texter. he texts like my dad. "ok", "👍" he's just super dry and doesn't feel the need to say more than he has to over text.

very blunt and honest, if you need advice he'll never sugarcoat. he'll tell you how things are straight up, even it it's the last thing you want to hear. he's a very no bullshit kind of guy.

arguments with jinwoo would actually be the worst. he hates being wrong and will argue until you give in and agree that he's right. he'll also fuck you while arguing to really drive the point home.

possessive. so possessive. will never let anything bad happen to you, and likes knowing that you are only his.

on that note, he also gets really jealous. but he won't make it obvious in public. however you will pay for making him feel that way later when you get home.

i imagine he looooves having his hair played with.

and just loves feeling taken care of in general. he's always taking care of everyone else that the feeling of having someone take care of him is so new but so intoxicating to him.

hates pda. he thinks that shit has a time and place (and i mean he ain't wrong) the most he will do is wrap an arm around your waist in a crowded area

but in the car? hand GLUED to your thigh. at home? always touching you or coming by to give you a kiss.

speaking of cars, he'd be a really good driver. but why have a car when you have kaisel.

BUT when jinwoo is being a normal member of society (aka not getting around on a literal shadow wyvern) hear me out, he would totally ride a motorcycle.

omg can you imagine riding on the back of it with him, the wind blowing against you while you tightly wrap your arms around his waist to hold on. fuck.

really hates valentine's day (he thinks it's stupid and a waste of time)

but that doesn't mean he still won't go all out for you and buy you flowers, chocolate, a huge teddy bear and fucking pink and red heart shaped balloons (he's so extra)

also hates his birthday, to him it's just any other day. that's when you have to come together with beru and igris and plan something out to make this man feel special.

fav season would definitely be fall or winter. he seems like someone who would despise the heat.

really annoying when he's sick. he'll pretend like he's fine and then he will act like he's dying. (he secretly just wants someone other than beru to take care of him)

forehead kisses. he loves to kiss you on your forehead, it's one of his favourite ways to show intimacy.

also gives really good hugs. he just has a really comforting aura (at least to you. others would likely disagree.)

really likes seeing you wear his clothes, particularly his hoodies. or when you sleep in his t-shirts. drives him absolutely mad.

has really good hygiene. i imagine he always smells really good.

with that, he's also a clean freak, and really hates making a mess and will get mad at you if you leave your clothes on the floor.

not a huge fan of pet names but will mostly stick to calling you "baby", "my love" when he's fucking you in missionary late at night, or "kitten" when he's feeling playful.

he's a cat person. i don't make the rules.

huge fan of the rain. he loves rainy days because they're an excuse to relax and lay in bed all day with you. and fuck.

hear me out, he would definitely be a reader. i can picture him enjoying a nice rainy afternoon with a good book. (anything to not socialize with other humans)

NOT a morning person. he likes to sleep in if he has nothing to do that day.

on that note he's a very light sleeper and has trouble falling asleep. so when he does u better not wake him tf up.

super competitive. if you're playing any games or making any bets with this man, best of luck to you. he will do anything to win.

lowkey a gamer. he's got a nice, expensive setup and he likes playing video games. especially when you're sitting on his lap while he plays.

hates being in pictures. good luck getting this man to smile in a photo.

stares at you a lot? (kinda creepy ngl) but he just really likes looking at you

now lets discuss the sex:

realistically he wouldn't be very experienced because this guy spent all his time in gates instead of talking to women.

but ofc its sung jinwoo so he'll be instantly good at anything he does

very respectful towards you overall

i imagine he's actually pretty vanilla, at least at first because he hasn't had many opportunities to explore kinks

unless he's mad. then ur getting it babe. and ur getting it good.

he will push your head into the sheets and take his anger out on you, pounding into you mercilessly while whispering dirty, degrading things into your ear.

"act like a bitch, get fucked like one" attitude when he's mad.

he's not very vocal himself but looooves to hear you make noise

lowkey size kink cuz hes tall af (6'3 i think?)

despite being kind of vanilla and abit of a clean freak this man gets filthy with you when then two of you fuck.

really likes cum play. and oral sex. he will spend hours eating you out like there's no tomorrow. he also loves getting head.

like i said he's not very vocal but if you give this man a blow job. whew. he will make the hottest sounds you'd ever hear coming out of a mans mouth. can you imagine him breathing heavily, his voice all raspy saying "fuck baby keep going, just like that" while he grabs your hair, choking you on his cock. bye.

and licking. holy shit. once he starts he wont stop. he will lick you from ass to clit. no questions asked.

really likes edging you— "what was that baby? i couldn't hear you" he'd mumble against the sensitive skin surrounding your clit after eating you out for a whole hour, pushing you so close to the edge but denying you your sweet release. by this point you're panting, tears are prickling the corners of your eyes and you've become completely incoherent. "p-please jinwoo. p-please ah, i need to c-cum" you'd utter, taking all of your energy to form that one simple sentence while tugging on his messy hair. "mmm kitten i know. but i'm not done. you just taste soo good" he'd mutter drunkenly in response and continue licking and sucking you until you've quite literally lost your damn mind.

hes so pussy drunk omfg

dacryphilia. really likes seeing you cry from his edging or overstim during sex

"you're mine. only mine". constantly whispering this in your ear while you fuck. (like i said, the man is possessive)

has the prettiest cock (just like him). not wide but he makes up for that shit in LENGTH. def above average length. good luck fitting that shit all the way in (if u say u can't he'll make u)

one word: fingering. yeah. those long, slender fingers will be exploring every inch of your clit and pussy. and you'll be loving every second of it.

loves to cum together. he's a big fan of creampies.

big handcuff enthusiast. likes to see you struggle.

his favourite position would be missionary. like i said, he loves looking at you and hearing the noises you make. missionary is ideal for him.

very big fan of shower sex. something about getting home after a long day and having a good fuck in the shower is so appealing to him.

"good girl" yeah mhm. he'd say this. a lot.

praises. these will be rare with jinwoo and you'll really have to earn it but he will praise you so good when you do.

ass > boobs. like i said, i don't make the rules babe.

© @blessedmisery 2025.

[sirbonesly]

Price's not-so-soft wife

Rewatching M*A*S*H* (the episode about Peggy getting a job and BJ having a crash out b/c of it) and the thought hit me. What if Price's wife, who's nearly as tall as him, quit her job when she married him, is actually competent.

You had the entire team's phone numbers, could call any of them if you needed something while John was on mission. But now they're all away, all four of them fighting on the other side of the world, and you're left at home.

The sink is leaking.

Sure, you could call a plumber, but the guy on the phone is throwing out words you don't understand and that price seems a little high. So you do what any other person would do. Youtube.

It goes decently well. The fix lasts for about two days, and then you're running over to your neighbour's house and asking them why the hell your hot water pressure is fucked.

Again, it's a simple fix, and Anise shows you exactly how to fix what went wrong, lets you take notes on it and everything. It's the beginning of your growth.

The boys are gone for nearly two months, a no-contact mission, so you can't even call them. It's like everything wants to go wrong because they're gone, the house throwing a hissy-fit about their absence.

The washer, the telly, the hot water heater, the sink (again?!), even the sliding back door gets jammed. Each time, you look up a video, fix the issue, and if something goes wrong, you run to Anise for help. But after the sink breaks for the third time (seriously, the house missus John) Anise finally convinces you to get a new one.

She drags you out to local Homebase and teaching you what to look for in all of the appliances. You take extensive notes on your phone, taking pictures of the washer/dryer set you really like (just in case) and leaving with a sink.

By the third month, fixing things in the house has become a new adventure for you. A loose cabinet? Easy as pie. The washer broke? This is why you took those pictures, already on the phone with Homebase.

When they boys do finally come home, John's expecting his soft wife to be waiting for him. He texted her when he left base, figured that she would have dinner cooking like always, ready to feed four hungry men. What he walked in on, his boys following like a line of ducklings, is you, sitting in front of the dishwasher, toolbox next to you. Dressed in one of his old work shirts, hands a bit wet, a bandana keeping the hair out of your face, you tighten a bolt with a wrench John swears he's never seen before.

And when you finally notice them? You drop the tools, running into John's arms with a smile, and he can feel every single new muscle you've managed to build up.

"Love, what are you doing?"

"You were gone, and things started breaking. Learnt how to fix them."

His soft wife has gotten a little tougher, and while there's an underlying guilt about not being here to help you, John feels proud.

[tinfoil-jones]

Jerk Ford AU: Jerk Psy.D

[Follow-Up from: Jerk M.D]

If as a Doctor of Medicine (M.D), Jerk Ford would be Dr. House coded; if he chose to be a Doctor of Psychology (Psy.D), he would be Dr. Victor Blane coded:

Robbie, sobbing while holding a laptop: I'm literally being cyberbullied on this f***ing computer every day! And I don't know what to do.

Jerk Ford: *throws laptop out of the window*

Robbie:

Jerk Ford: Problem solved.

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Thompson: There is something seriously wrong with me.

Jerk Ford: What's wrong?

Thompson: When I look in the mirror, all I can think is 'no one f***ing likes you.'

Jerk Ford: There is absolutely nothing wrong with being honest.

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Soos: Tío, my bio dad used to hit me when I was a kid.

Jerk Ford: Is your biological father still involved in your life?

Soos: Kinda, he can barely walk. He stays in a nursing home now.

Jerk Ford: Well, what are you waiting for?

Soos:

Jerk Ford: You could definitely win the rematch.

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Stan: Does your zero star rating on Yelp upset you?

Jerk Ford: The only zeroes on the internet I care about are the ones in my bank account. If I ever felt upset, I'd wipe my tears away with a f***ing hundred dollar bill.

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[Video by agc.andy]

@rayyanishere1, @localcanadiancreature62, @triptychcryptid; your whatever the opposite of prayers are have been heard!

[savannagonemad]

when the world feels heavy

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angst 💔

warnings: panic attack mention/description

se-mi x fem!reader

wordcount: 1.6k

author's note: i love this?? i started drafting this to finish later and suddenly i had written the whole thing. thank you lovelies so much for the positive reception on my sae-byeok fic!! as a reminder, my requests are open, so if there's something you want written, send it my way! ✨✨

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se-mi wasn't answering any of your messages, nor was she returning your calls. this worried you - she'd normally text you back almost immediately, or at least look at the messages. not tonight. they all stayed on "delivered."

you knew something was wrong almost immediately. you knew your girlfriend better than she knew herself sometimes, and this was definitely unusual. after half an hour of not getting anything in response, you dismissed yourself from where you were out doing volunteer work for the community and began to drive home. you were definitely breaking several traffic laws as you nervously made your way back to your shared house.

all the while, you were hoping that your phone would go off, that you would hear something from se-mi. no such thing happened, which only caused your worries to grow.

you pulled into the driveway and basically ran to the front door, not bothering to lock the car. you had bigger priorities right now.

as you stepped inside, you looked around, hoping to see se-mi, hoping that maybe her phone just died and she was fine. you felt your heart race a little faster as she was nowhere to be found.

you immediately made your way down the hallway, looking for any sign of your girlfriend. your haste almost made you miss that the door to her room was closed, causing you to double take. there was no light coming from underneath the door, something that gave you more anxiety than it should have.

you lightly knocked on the door, calling out.

"se-mi? i'm home." you tried your best to suppress the nerves in your voice, but despite your best efforts, your voice faltered.

there was no response.

from the other side of the door, you heard a very concerning noise that made your heart drop - the sound of se-mi sobbing softly.

"se-mi," you called out again, your voice a bit more frantic. "are you okay? can i come in?" you kept your voice as gentle as possible, not wanting to make whatever situation this was worse.

"n-no, y/n, i'm-" se-mi's voice came through the door, or whatever was left of her voice as she choked her words out between sobs. "go away. please."

your heart began to race faster. this was definitely not the se-mi you knew, and there was no way you were leaving her in whatever state she was in. she sounded seriously hurt.

"se-mi, i'm coming in, okay?" you gently called out, not wanting to scare her. going away like she asked was definitely not an option. you turned the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open, emotionally bracing yourself for whatever you were about to see.

it was worse than you hoped. se-mi was curled into a ball on the floor at the foot of her bed, her hands covering her face like she was holding back screams. she was wearing one of her old hoodies, and there were dark tear stains running across both sleeves. once you came in, it only seemed to get worse. much worse.

"i- se-mi, baby, oh my gosh.." you flew over to her side and crouched down next to her, gently taking her wrists and pulling her hands off her face. her eyes were red from crying so much and tears fell down her cheeks. se-mi only shook her head at you, not looking at you - not really looking at anything.

"please, y/n," she choked out. "please go. i don't want-" her words were interrupted by a gasp for air- "i don't want you to see me like this."

you pulled your girlfriend into a gentle hug, rubbing her back. she didn't hug you back, her arms fastened securely around her legs. "no way," you said, your voice gentle but firm, masking your fear as best as you could for her. "i'm not going anywhere."

this didn't seem to help. she stared straight ahead, not moving, her chest rising and falling rapidly. you could feel her heartbeat as you rubbed her back, and it was going fast. "please go," se-mi whimpered, tears falling from her cheeks onto her lap.

"hey, look at me." you gently pulled away from the hug and securely held her by her shoulders. se-mi turned to look at you, though she was more looking through you. "i'm here, okay? i love you. i want you to copy my breathing, alright? don't think about anything else."

you took an exaggerated slow, deep breath in, making it easy for se-mi to match you. it took a few breaths, but she got her hyperventilating under control and began trying to match your breath, still looking through you. you could tell just by the look in her eyes that she was terrified. you took another breath for her, gently reaching down and taking one of her hands and holding it in yours. se-mi flinched at the sudden contact, but just as quickly found herself desperately holding your hand like you were her only lifeline.

for right now, you were.

tears continued to spill down se-mi's face as she copied your breaths, the sight of which broke your heart, though they were coming slower now. you held her hand tightly, knowing that each little step like this was huge for her.

se-mi was starting to calm down. slowly, she was able to finally look at you instead of at nothing. her chest rose and fell in time with yours, and a few stray tears still fell from her eyes. you could still see the fear in her eyes, though she slowly was able to uncurl herself from the ball she had made herself into. she squeezed your hand tightly, seeking comfort, something you knew how to provide.

you leaned forward and softly pulled her into a hug, wrapping your arms around her shoulders. se-mi quickly latched onto you as well, her arms tight around your back like you would float away if she let go. you could still feel and hear her occasional sobs and cries as you held her.

"shh... it's okay love, i've got you," you whispered to her, doing your best to comfort her. she nodded against your shoulder, fighting to regain her composure.

"y/n.." she started, pulling you against her tighter.

"i'm here, you're okay," you murmured to her, feeling her rest her head against your shoulder.

se-mi didn't finish her sentence, opting to just hold onto you for comfort as she tried to regain her composure. slowly, the feeling of tightness in her chest began to loosen and her eyes began to dry. you held your girlfriend for several more minutes, knowing your presence was helping.

eventually, se-mi took one last deep breath. "thank you.." she breathed out. her hands were still trembling and she was embarrassed, but otherwise she was alright now.

you held her for a moment longer before lightly pulling back, looking into her eyes which had started to regain their light.

"se-mi, what happened?" you asked softly, one of your hands moving up to run through her hair which you knew she liked.

"i don't know exactly..." she said, her voice a bit shaky. "i just started thinking and stressing, and i started to think about losing you, and then you texted and i couldn't make myself look at it which just made me feel worse because i knew you'd be worried and-" she suddenly gushed out, only stopping when you grounded her again by squeezing her hand.

"love.." you looked at your girlfriend sadly, hating that she had to go through that. "you'll never lose me. i promise. i love you."

"i... i love you too.." se-mi replied, burying her face in your neck. "i'm so sorry. i worried you. you had to see me like that.." she murmured.

you stop her before she can cause herself to spiral again. "i don't care about any of that. i'm just glad you're okay."

se-mi closed her eyes and sighed. this wasn't her proudest moment, but something about you made her feel safer than she's felt in a long time.

you held each other for several minutes, you running your fingers through her hair to calm her, when her phone alarm went off. she flinched and you instinctively pulled her closer to you protectively.

"shit..." she hissed, taking her phone out of her pocket and looking down at the screen. "i gotta go to work.."

you frowned, pulling away slightly and looking at her. her eyes were still red, tear streaks covered her face, her hair was a mess, and her clothes were covered in her tears. she was in no state to go to work.

"absolutely not." you pulled your girlfriend back into you, holding her close.

"but-" se-mi started, but you cut her off.

"you aren't going anywhere right now," you told her. "not until i know you're okay."

you both closed your eyes for a moment while you held her, and you felt her getting a bit heavy against you. you pulled away softly, drawing a complaint from her. you stood up and held your hand out to her.

"come on, up." you told her.

she took your hand and you helped her up, wrapping your arm around her shoulder. you immediately guided her to her bed and laid her down in it, you joining her soon after.

"you're staying right here with me," you told her. she was in no state to argue. she just let out a soft whine and cuddled up into you, nuzzling into your neck. in turn, you held her close against you, as if making sure she wouldn't spontaneously disappear.

"thank you, y/n," she mumbled against you. "i love you."

"i love you too, se-mi," you told her. "i'm just grateful you're okay."

se-mi had no more words left to say, she was exhausted. the next several hours were spent with her cuddling you while you played with her hair and whispered comforting words to her, calming her down as much as you could.

se-mi had never trusted anyone more.

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