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[yuramour]

I THINK HE KNOWS — F1 GRID

synopsis. trying to keep your crush on a certain driver a secret isn't exactly easy. but do they know about it, or not? pairing. f1 grid x reader (ft. mv1, yt22, ln4, op81, gr63, cl16, lh44, dr3, aa23, cs55, ih6, jd7, eo31, ka12, ob87) genre. fluff, headcanons warnings. mild secondhand embarrassment, maybe some suggestive themes, mostly coworker!reader, some of these are noticeably longer than others. my bad word count. 3k-ish (200-ish each)

note. this slowly devolves into silliness. alsoooooo, im tryna have a more consistent upload schedule, but i did just get a job and im taking online classes over the summer, so like, its hard to find the time to actually sit down and write. i'm trying, tho!! hope you guys enjoy this one :p

MAX VERSTAPPEN

۶ৎ completely oblivious

of course, it was glaringly obvious to everyone but max. everyone else saw the way you immediately stopped whatever you were working on to stare at him whenever he wandered into the red bull garage. ever since you started working for red bull as an analyst, you had the biggest crush on max. at first, it was just a harmless thing, blushing whenever he was in your general vicinity, your coworkers giggling and elbowing you whenever he walked into the room. the teasing from your coworkers was really the most annoying part at first. but now? the most annoying part by far was how max was just apparently totally oblivious to the fact that you liked him. you weren't even keeping it a secret anymore like you were at the beginning. you'd all but asked him out at this point. but he had absolutely no idea. it wasn't until charles teased him about how you stared at him during the driver's parade that max realized. it took him aback at first, but trust he'd never felt more dumb than when he realized you were in fact hitting on him all that time. asks you out the next time he sees you.

YUKI TSUNODA

۶ৎ has a suspicion

he could be wrong- maybe. but for the past several months, yuki's had a feeling that all those times you've brushed against him in the hallway, stared just a little too long during team debriefs, and laughed a little too hard at his jokes meant you saw him as a little more than just a coworker. it's hard for him to keep to himself- you haven't actually said anything that would indicate that you like him, so he doesn't want to bring it up. which sucks for him, because he really likes you, too. the way your hand feels on him when you pat him on the back after a race, the way your voice sounds when wishing him luck, the way your eyes soften when they meet his- it gives him butterflies. but he doesn't want to tell you. maybe he's just scared of rejection- because what if he's wrong? what if you don't actually like him? you have to be the one to tell him first. his imposter syndrome refuses to let him make the first move. he's elated when you do- a grin breaking over his face, a soft "i knew it" slipping from his lips.

LANDO NORRIS

۶ৎ thinks you hate him

maybe it's just the way you show affection- but lando thinks you can be a little...mean. not just a little mean- really mean. lando genuinely thinks you hate his guts. the way you refuse to make eye contact with him, the way you practically flee the room whenever he enters- he's convinced you have something against him. lando's a sensitive soul, he can take things a little personally. and you're perfectly content letting lando think you hate him if it means he never finds out ab out your stupid little crush. on another note, lando's absolutely flabbergasted when oscar makes a passing comment about your little crush on him- leaving both of them confused; lando because he was convinced you hated him, and oscar because he thought your crush was so blatant. oscar was right, of course. you just have a rather elementary way of navigating your crushes on people. lando practically corners you about it the next day, your violent blush and stuttering at the sudden confrontation telling him all he needed to know. he asks you out properly and nicely after that.

OSCAR PIASTRI

۶ৎ he knows but you have no idea he knows

oscar clocked your crush immediately. he's an observant guy. but he's so incredibly normal about it. you have absolutely no idea that he knows. the thing is, he thinks he's being obvious about liking you back. he'll open doors for you, give you his coat when you're cold, open energy drink cans for you, and he thinks it's incredibly obvious. the problem? you just think he's the kind of guy that'd do all that stuff anyway. because he's just so relaxed with it. it goes on for MONTHS. you both thinking you're being plainly obvious about your feelings for each other, and oscar just simply not wanting to be the one to make the first move. lando eventually knocks some sense into him- telling him to just ask you out because you're obviously not going to be the one to initiate it. as soon as he does, you're taken aback- not having expected oscar to be into you, too. but of course he was. how could he not be?

CHARLES LECLERC

۶ৎ thinks its all platonic

charles thinks that you're just a good friend- his best friend. doing things that all best friends do. of course a best friend would drop everything because he asked you to go out and do something. of course a best friend would go out of their way to come to all his races. of course best friends hug each other for extended periods of time after a bad race. he thinks you're just his best friend. because none of his other friends really do things like that- you must just be that good of a friend! right? no. of course not. you are head over heels in love with charles and you always have been. and he's never noticed. to be fair, you didn't exactly want him to. you were scared of the rejection you'd face if he ever found out. he's the charles leclerc. why would he go for you? even if you were his best friend. funny enough, it's his mother that ends up spilling your secret. charles thinks she's just joking at first, but once he realizes she's not, he's absolutely mortified. not only because he never realized it, but because he's felt the same about you for years, thinking you only saw his as a friend. calls you over immediately and confesses everything.

LEWIS HAMILTON

۶ৎ he knows, but doesn't say a word

lewis, ever the gentleman, notices your crush immediately, but chooses to keep it a secret. because you obviously don't want him to know about it, otherwise, you wouldn't be keeping it a secret. he thinks its charming more than anything. completely endeared by the way you immediately blush and look away whenever he makes eye contact, scurrying away like a little mouse whenever he ever so politely asks you to do even the most miniscule task. he didn't have any feelings for you at first- but the more time he spends observing you, the way you interact with others, your kindness, your individuality, he falls for you slowly but surely. you know lewis is a good man, so when he asks you to go to dinner with him, you think it's just to show his thanks to you for being such a hard worker. when he tells you how he feels about you, you feel like you're about to melt out of sheer embarrassment. lewis watches the blush take over your face with a soft laugh, your reaction reminding lewis exactly why he liked you in the first place.

GEORGE RUSSELL

۶ৎ thinks it's just a joke

even if you are so completely blatantly obvious about having a crush on george, he just thinks you're kidding. any time you openly flirt with him, he just laughs along and takes it as a joke. it gets to a point where you're all but telling him to his face that you're in love with him, and he's just like "haha, good one!" straight up, for a man that's so in love with himself, you think he'd be able to take a hint. but no. he's blind to the truth. and he's like this for MONTHS. you are LAYING IT ON, and he just does not understand that you are being 100% for real. only gets it when you literally corner him and tell him blatantly to his face that you are genuinely actually into him. he's both flabbergasted and overjoyed bc this rich boy gets zero play.

KIMI ANTONELLI

۶ৎ he has NO idea

silly silly boy. despite the fact that you've followed him around the world since you were kids, been by his side the entire time, through his best and worst days. he just doesn't see it. and you'd never tell him, of course. you value your friendship too much to ruin it over a stupid little (not little at all) crush. but still. who tf basically puts their entire life on hold to follow their best friend around the world? either someone who's in love, or someone who's just that good of a friend. in your case, it's the former. but unfortunately, kimi thinks you're the latter. he doesn't even realize he's in love with you until he's talking about you to ollie one day, just absolutely gushing about you and ollie's just listening like "...😐 you're stupid." after kimi realizes how he feels, he tries to keep it to himself, but accidentally lets it slip out one day while talking to you. to his ABSOLUTE SHOCK (idk how it was a shock he's lowkey blind), you feel the same about him.

ALEX ALBON

۶ৎ he knows & is very obvious about it

he KNOWSSSS. AND YOU KNOW HE KNOWSSSSS. unfortunately, as an employee for Williams, you know that dating a driver is looked down upon at the VERY LEAST. so despite the fact that you keep it as professional as possible, any and every time you so much as make eye contact with alex, this mf giggles. like, actually giggles. like a middle schooler. you don't even really know how he knows. but you suspect that carlos told him after you let it slip to him one day that you thought alex was cute. but nevertheless, you never let your interactions go beyond relaying basic information and wishing him luck before a race. but one weekend, you and alex end up with you hotel rooms booked right next to each other, somehow leading to alex basically living in your room all weekend. after that, it's all longing stares across the garage and holding hands in secret.

CARLOS SAINZ

۶ৎ totally blind to it

i think he just likes to think that you're a very kind and respectful person. like, he says jump and you ask how high, type shit. despite the fact that you try to keep it a secret at first, you realize that he is truly never going to get it unless you start like, actually putting the moves on this man. he thinks you're just a really nice person until one day it just slaps him in the face that you're literally obsessed with him, and he just feels SO stupid bc of it. like, you are all but offering to literally become his personal maid and he hasn't realized until now??? not very smooth operator of him. when he suddenly starts flirting back to you, you realize the vibe switchup IMMEDIATELY and you know he's clocked you</3 he asks you out on a casual coffee date at a cute quiet little cafe and it's very sweet and fluffy and eughhhh i hate (love) him so much.

ISACK HADJAR

۶ৎ again, thinks you hate him

poor baby thinks you getting red in the face and cutting the conversation off early whenever he tries to talk to you is indicative of you hating him and not of you getting flustered by his mere presence. he's pacing back and forth wondering what he could have possibly done to make you hate him, meanwhile you're in the other room pacing back and forth wondering how the hell you're ever going to be able to tell him you're basically in love with him. isack eventually decides to just be as nice as possible; getting you coffee, doing his best to make your job easier for you, complimenting you whenever he notices you've done your hair differently or whatever. unfortunately, this may or may not make things worse bc you have no idea how to take a compliment and just mumble a "thanks" and immediately leave the room whenever he does so. eventually, one of your coworkers talks some sense into you and convinces you to tell isack how you feel. shocked and elated don't even come close to describing how isack feels when you finally confess to him. relationship immediately starts from there, and he's basically obsessed with you and giving you allllll the words of affirmation.

JACK DOOHAN

۶ৎ thinks its just "bestie vibes"

again. stupid boy. stupid dumb boy. let me set the scene; you and jack have in fact been best friends for as long as you can remember. you weren't even into him at first, but after not seeing him for a while, and all of a sudden, he comes back as an accomplished formula driver, not to mention he's like, half a foot taller and significantly more ripped than he was the last time you saw him, something definitely changed in the way you looked at him. but of course sweet oblivious jack is just happy to hang out with his best friend again after so long. the two of you take a trip to the beach not too long after he gets back, and you have to physically stop yourself from staring at his abs for too long. ofc he just thinks you're looking at him so longingly bc you missed your best friend (him) so bad. that same night, the two of you get a little drunk and you accidentally call him hot to his face. oops! he thought about it for a solid ten seconds before he realized that he, in the back of his mind, thought the same about you. i just love this himbo so bad okay :(

OLLIE BEARMAN

۶ৎ he WANTS you to, but has no idea

to ollie, you were just so fucking cool. always so poised, level-headed, always cool under pressure. and he was absolutely head-over-heels for you. he practically followed you around like a lost puppy everywhere you went. not just because he's always getting lost at social events, but because he wanted to be near you as much as he physically could. to ollie, you were totally and completely out of his league. he wanted so badly for you to notice him as more than the guy that you were getting paid to basically babysit and make sure he doesn't say anything stupid to the media. little did he know, you'd been charmed by his cute smile, sweet demeanor, and puppy-like tendencies since the day you met him. he thinks he's seeing things when he starts noticing the blush that creeps up on your cheeks whenever he says something sweet. "wishful thinking" he tells himself. he swears he's dreaming when you knock on his hotel room one night and say that you have a secret to tell him. and he practically dies from happiness when he wakes up the next morning with a text from you confirming that you meant it when you told him you liked him.

ESTEBAN OCON

۶ৎ he's SUSPICIOUS of you

what do you want from him?? why are you so nice to him? what are you planning?? are you, the sweet alpine employee that says hi to him every morning in the paddock with that cute little smile spying on haas for your team??? he notices the way you come to the haas mobile home to "visit your friend" that works for the team. every time you wish him luck on the race in passing, he narrows his eyes and nods curtly, suspicious of the way you always happen to bump into him. little does he know, he keeps seeing you around because you have the biggest crush on him. you're close with a couple of the guys on the haas pit crew, and they've been trying for months to get esteban to notice you. which he has. just not in the way that you hoped. it all comes to a head when esteban relays his suspicion to your friends on the haas team, all of whom are absolutely flabbergasted that that's the conclusion he came to. they couldn't possibly let him go on thinking that. esteban is completely floored when they tell him you're always hanging around not because you're spying for alpine, but because you have a crush on him. immediately pulls you aside the next time he sees you and apologizes for being so unwelcoming towards you. he takes you out for an apologetic dinner, and realizes you're actually really great :p

DANIEL RICCIARDO

۶ৎ he knows and you know he knows

not only does he very obviously know, he teases you about it. you're too stubborn to give him the satisfaction of telling him flat-out how you feel. that's exactly what he wants. so you let him tease you, taking the shit-eating grins, flirtatious jokes, and the way he gets just a little too close for comfort in stride. you absolutely refuse to give him any kind of confirmation when he leans in, going "come on, i know you like me a little bit." it gets to a point where he's gotten on your nerves so much, you're not even sure if you even like him anymore or if you're just so stubborn, you can't even admit it to yourself anymore. it goes on for literal years. you think it's finally over when daniel leaves red bull. finally, you can let go of your stupid crush and live the rest of your life in peace knowing you won't have to deal with the australian ever again. but no. of course not. despite the fact that he was now in renault, he would come sidling up to the red bull mobile home just to flash you that shit-eating grin with a painfully flirty "how you doing?" all that time while he was in red bull, the possibility that he liked you back hadn't even crossed your mind. you thought he was just kind of a dick, teasing you for being into him. turns out, he was just waiting for the moment you weren't working for the same team so he could ask you out properly. "surprised" doesn't even begin to cover how you were feeling after he told you after the 2019 season was over.

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[oaksgrove]

hi love! I hope you're doing alright ♡

im here to request a tiny, little angsty piece. I can picture John being so, so tired from work that he just can't stand being touched, but his beloved needs it so badly, so they go for it (holding his hand) —don't get them wrong, they always ask! but they also had a bad day. John snaps, accidentally smacking their hand away.

little angst, with John comforting withdrawn neurodivergent reader after he accidentally snaps at them, which turns into them comforting each other because "you're tired - no, you are tired", until John moves to seek their touch himself

Tired.

Pairing: John Price x Neurodivergent!Reader

Synopsis: Some days are too much. Too loud, too bright, too sharp. When the world presses in, you don’t need grand gestures. You just need John to understand.

Warning: Sensory overload, brief miscommunication/startled response, hurt/comfort, soft reconciliation

The kettle was screaming again.

High-pitched. Piercing. It had only just started, but it dragged across your nerves like nails on glass. You stood frozen in the doorway of the kitchen, jumper sleeves stretched down past your hands and gripped tight in your fists.

It was just a kettle.

But it wasn’t.

The hallway light was flickering again, same as yesterday, the bulb stuttering in the corner of your vision. The drawer next to the stove was open again—your carefully organized cutlery now out of order, one large spoon stuffed awkwardly into the teaspoon slot like a mistake you couldn’t fix. And the boots—

Thud. Thud. Thud.

John’s heavy steps across the kitchen floor, back and forth, back and forth like a pacing bear in a too-small cage. He was muttering again, voice low but rough with frustration.

“Fucking brass—changing the op schedule last minute—bloody nightmare—”

You winced.

You weren’t scared of him. Never had been. But the noise, the pressure, the weight of it all pressing down around your shoulders—it was too much today. Too loud. Too bright. Too off.

You didn’t even realize you’d whispered his name until his voice cut through the air, sharp and fast.

“What?” he snapped, turning with a furrowed brow, hand half-raised in mid-gesture.

It wasn’t loud. Not really.

But it cracked something in you.

Your whole body stiffened. Like a rubber band stretched too thin. Your shoulders drew up high and your chin tucked down, sleeves clenched in your fists, throat closing up.

John stopped.

Instantly.

His face changed—brows falling, mouth parting with regret blooming like a bruise behind his eyes.

“Shit—no, love—wait—” he stepped toward you quickly, one hand out, then hesitated, hovering like he didn’t want to crowd you. “I didn’t mean that. Christ, I’m sorry.”

You said nothing. You looked down.

And that was somehow worse.

“I was just—” he started again, then cut himself off with a frustrated sound, softer this time. “Fuck, I was bein’ a right bastard.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” he said.

You tried to breathe. The room felt too big and too tight all at once. The kettle shrieked one last time before clicking off. Still too late.

“I didn’t mean to be in your way,” you murmured. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just—everything’s loud today. I didn’t want to make it worse.”

John stared at you. His mouth twitched like he was about to argue—but then he caught himself. He crouched a little in front of you instead, like he was trying to shrink himself. His voice lowered.

“You’re not makin’ it worse. I am,” he admitted. “I know when I get like this—loud, angry—I make things heavier. And you’re carryin’ too much as it is.”

You didn’t answer. Not right away.

Just tried to unknot your fingers from your sleeves.

“I don’t always have the words,” you said finally, voice thin. “Some days I just… can’t talk properly. Or explain why everything feels so sharp.”

John’s gaze dropped to your hands, your tight shoulders, the way you were trying so hard to regulate even as your body rebelled against the room.

“You don’t have to explain,” he said. “Not to me.”

You looked at him. A flicker of disbelief passed across your face.

“I’m not good at being…” you trailed off. “Easy. Or quiet. Or normal.”

John’s throat bobbed with a hard swallow.

“I didn’t marry you because I wanted normal,” he said. “I married you because you feel like home.”

A beat of silence. The flickering light still buzzed. But it felt dimmer now—like the world had shifted, just slightly, around him.

“You’re tired,” you said softly. “You’ve been pacing since you got back.”

His mouth tugged into a wry smile. “No, you’re tired.”

You blinked. “Okay. We’re both tired.”

He huffed a warm, half-laugh. Then—very carefully—he leaned his forehead against your chest. Not heavy, just enough for you to feel the quiet weight of him.

“You always let me come back,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Even when I act like a grumpy sod.”

Your hand came up without thinking. Just resting gently in his hair. Fingers threading through the soft, short strands at his crown.

“I love you,” you said quietly. “Even when you’re a grumpy sod.”

He exhaled. His arms wrapped around your waist.

“I’m sorry for snapping,” he murmured. “Sorry for making today harder.”

“You didn’t,” you whispered. “You just startled me. That’s all.”

You held each other for a long while—standing in the middle of the kitchen, kettle off, boots stilled, lights flickering quietly above. Nothing had changed. But everything had softened.

And when John eventually pulled back to press a kiss to your forehead, he didn’t say anything more.

He just reached over, finally closed the drawer the proper way, and turned off the light.

“C’mon, love,” he said gently. “Let’s go sit down. I’ll make you tea.”

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[vernonverse]

🏛️ Just Might Be Yours | Hong Joshua | PART ONE

🕮 Joshua is the quiet, clean-cut finance major with the perfect GPA and an even more perfect reputation. You’re the swim team’s infamous rule-breaker, and unless you pass econ, you’re off the team. And now you’re stuck with him as your tutor.

ⓘ Paring. Joshua x f!reader ⓘ Genre | tags. Good boy x bad girl, strangers to lovers, fluff, comedy. ⓘ Warnings. suggestive, reader is shamelessly flirting with Joshua, terrible eating habits, attempt humor. ⓘ WC. 478.

━ This is part of my series ‘The Greeks’ to celebrate Seventeen’s 10th anniversary! All the stories are in the same universe, but you can read them as standalones.

ʚ A/N: There's a part two coming today!

→ Read part two here.

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📩 Inbox — Coach E. Kim coach.kim@caratuni.edu

Subject: Academic Warning – Immediate Action Required From: Coach Kim <coach.kim@caratuni.edu> To: YN <youremail@caratuni.edu> Date: Monday, 8:42 AM Attachments: Econ_Report.pdf

YN,

I’ve received your midterm report for ECON 204, and unfortunately, your current grade puts you below the academic eligibility threshold for the swim team. You’re a key part of this team, but university regulations are clear: if you don’t pass this class, you won’t be able to compete for the rest of the season.

To avoid that outcome, I’ve arranged mandatory tutoring for you starting this week. You’ll be working with Joshua Hong (Finance major, 4.0 GPA, University Honor Board member). He’s agreed to help you catch up and prep for finals. Please be respectful of his time, this is your opportunity to turn things around.

Joshua will contact you directly to set up a schedule.

Make it count, YN. I believe in you, but you’ve got to meet me halfway.

Failure to attend will result in removal from athletic eligibility.

Regards,

Coach Kim Head of Sports Department coach.kim@caratuni.edu

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📍5:42PM – Study Room 2, again.

Joshua’s voice is steady, soft, breaking down supply and demand to you with the greatest calm in the world. You’re pretending to take notes, eyes on your notebook, pen moving just enough to pass. But really, you’re not paying attention to his lecture, at least not the way you should. 

You’re the way his beautiful fingers tap the desk with every example he gives you, graceful and precise, like even his hands know how to teach gently. He keeps saying you’re distracting, but he has no idea how much of a distraction he is to you. Unfairly so. 

“You’re not listening,” he finally says, glancing at you mid-sentence. His eyes look unfairly beautiful behind his glasses

“I am,” you argue, lifting your eyes to meet his with a dramatic flair, feigning offense. “It’s just so hard to focus when you do that thing.”

He pauses. “What thing?”

You hesitate for a beat too long, your pen hovering above the paper like it might save you from the things you want so badly to say to him. 

You bite your bottom lip briefly before letting the words escape your lips. “That thing with your fingers,” you murmur, your tone aiming for casualness. You watch as his throat goes up and down as he swallows. “The tapping. It’s… distracting.”

His lips curve into a slow smile, tapping the desk again, intentionally this time. “This?”

You glare at him, but it’s weak. “Exactly that.”

He leans forward just a little, voice dropping like a secret meant only for you. “Then maybe you should stop watching my hands and focus on the lesson, hmm?”

It's your turn to swallow. Hard.

“I’m trying,” you mumble. “You’re just making it a very difficult task.”

Joshua’s smile widens, impossibly gentle and smug all at once. “Funny. That’s exactly what you do to me.”

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[clairewritesfanfics]

civilian au: vtuber shiesty mark

I headcanon that Shiesty struggled financially growing up. Unlike the others, he didn't have access to a secure house and Debbie struggled to put food on the table. She juggled multiple jobs and her son getting labeled as a troublemaker at school and hanging out with the wrong crowd made it difficult to be the ideal mother.

Eventually, she died and Mark dropped out of school. He committed petty theft with his friends, but he never killed anyone and avoided physical altercations. He was the type of robbers who are all bark and no bite, which is still a bad thing but he didn't like hitting people.

He lived in a dingy apartment with barely any furniture. He kept it clean, but not neat. He also taught himself how to cook decent meals under 25 dollars because he got sick of eating instant noodles everyday.

At some point, Mark gets his hands on a gaming laptop. He always wanted one but Debbie couldn't afford any, but now he can finally play.

He started streaming for fun, just his voice. He didn't expect to blow up in popularity. He has a handsome voice plus he can be funny without trying so he has a lot of fans.

He uses most of his money on his friends and to get better gaming equipment, but he never intended to move to a better place. 

A lot of fans want him to do a face reveal but he's too shy, plus he knows that if his looks don't match their expectations they'll abandon him, so instead of showing his face he saves up and commissions for a really cool-looking Vtuber model. (I haven't decided what that would look like. You guys decide your own headcanons.)

He avoids drama and keeps a professional distance from everyone, fans and colleagues. He just wants to play, he isn't interested in dating, and if he were, he wasn't going to use his job to find a partner. All in all, he's a successful dude.

He can be toxic though in that he shares a lot of male players’ cozy games aren’t games mentality. He doesn’t go out of his way to bully others for calling themselves gamers for playing The Sims or Infinity Nikki, but you just know he’s one of those guys.

But then he meets you. (How? I’ll leave that to you.) Love happens and you become his first and only serious partner.

He starts branching out from his typical content (fighting, action, racing, shooting, RPGs–the so-called “serious” games) and tries cozy and casual games. 

He loses a portion of his original audience for this but he ends up attracting even more fans, especially since he gets so serious about the silliest things, like building the perfect house and decorating the best office for his partner’s in-game character.

He’s a puritan when it comes to gacha and discourages spending as much as he can. When he does pull for a new character or weapon or costume, he has you sit with him.

During streams you would knock softly on his office door (yes, you eventually moved in together) and if he can, he’ll pause his game and greet you. When you “interrupt” his streams it’s usually to give him a snack or drink. His viewers like to make bets about what’s on the menu because that’s how often you do it.

He always tells you his schedule so you know when he can’t open the door. During those times, you will knock to let him know and then leave the tray outside for when he gets a break.

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[thepostofficesketch]

The biggest nerd who also appreciates and supports small businesses because I know in my heart that there is one (1) camera store still going in town run by an older person who, much like Dipper, knows that sometimes things that are old are better especially when it comes to trying to explain all the Goings On and they form a nice relationship where the store owner keeps his stock of film dusted off because it's Thursday and Dipper is going to come in and want more.

And he's 12 so it's easier to spend his allowance cash rather than try to get something ordered even if he does just call his parents and have it mailed. He's on a schedule! Weirdness does not wait for USPS!

Also, if I remember correctly he was trying to submit the photos to some magazine? Which would be "faster" to do if he could print them himself instead of wait for the drugstore to print his whole disposable camera. Because you can't waste the roll, Mabel. There's 27 perfectly good frames on one of these bad boys to just take a few and make them print the whole roll would be silly. Much better to rig a complicated contraption and make sure I take as many shots as possible.

Plus would you want the guy at the drugstore photo hut to see your weird supernatural pictures? It's probably one of Robbie's friends and then he'd make fun of me and THEN he'd tell Wendy and then she'd REALLY think I'm weird and - and it's just too risky! Nope. Old timey cameras I develop myself it is. Let me just set up my darkroom in a high traffic area of the shack. Surely nothing will go wrong.

So you know this episode of Gravity Falls?

I am only just now, JUST NOW, realising that taking photos in this was was very silly. Dipper has access to modern cameras but he chose an old timey method that required him to set up a developing room in the shack. He had to buy all the equipment and chemicals and stuff. This must have been so much more expensive. And it's obvious to me NOW that that's the joke, but only just now. This came out YEARS ago and I've just never questioned it. "Oh of course Dipper would now need to develop the photos," my mind said, "that's the next logical step in this plan." I think I might be stupid.

[xclowniex]

Broke up with my girlfriend earlier tonight 👍

And it does suck, but not as bad as I thought it would be.

I didn't even plan on breaking up with her tonight. It just sorta happened.

For the past month and a half it's been almost like I've been begging for her attention. And I do understand she has had more on her plate recently, but it's not like it's been impossible to fit me into her schedule and still have time to herself. Half of it has honestly been poor time management on her part. And I was giving her benefit of the doubt, and was going to give it another week before bringing it up as an issue to talk about as I was giving her benefit of the doubt as assuming the busy period would end.

However at dinner she kinda dropped the news that at the end of her degree in 18 months she will be moving to the south island. No ifs no buts no maybes, she will be doing so. And I do understand why she wants to move, it's just that she did not factor me into her plans.

When she dropped that news my first question was, "where do i fit into your plans". And she admitted she didn't think about me. I asked like 10 different questions to get like a proper understanding. But essentially she didn't want us to like break up or anything, but she already made up her mind 100%.

Now I'm pretty open about moving cities and even islands. As long as I can get a good job I don't care. But she wanted to move to a small town without really any office roles... which is the only thing I can do due to my career path. And she didn't even think about if she wanted me to move down with her.

And when we first started dating, we both said we cannot do long distance and are wanting something longterm.

And the decision for me to break up with her was because she should have either factored me into her future plans OR communicated that what she was wanting out of the relationship had changed. Not "I don't want us to break up but also I am not going to account for you in my future plans please stay together with me".

I respect myself too much to essentially be this person she is only with for the sake of being with someone.

And I am proud of myself for not pushing my own feelings aside, and it was an amicable breakup, which I am glad about.

It's also made me realize what I am looking for in a relationship. And whilst I'm not like "I will only date jews", honestly at this time I would prefer to date a woman or non binary person who is Jewish.

[savagebite]

Stalker! COD men x afab!reader

Tw:Honestly everything. So much I can’t list it all. Gn! Reader

Gaz:

-Somehow always running into each other, but he plays it off so well. You’re taking the bus to the same restaurant? We should eat together! And he’ll say it with the cutest smile ever. You’re taking a walk? Well so is he! Let’s walk together!

-He’s really nice. Like…overly nice. He’ll compliment on how your shirt looks nice on you. How you smell nice as he walks just a bit to close to you. Your skin looks so soft to…

-Breaks in your house to find out all of your passwords for everything. Not to scam you or anything bad, he just wants to make sure you’re being responsible! And he needs to know how much you’re getting paid to see if you’re doing well.

-Makes a copy of your key to go in and out of your house so he can bask in your environment. You’ll notice underwear missing and turning up in places you swore you checked. Windows are opened when you swore you closed them, sometimes the doors are unlocked to. Maybe you need to install cameras.

-stalker! Gaz is a big fat perv. While I believe him to be the nicest and the least likely to hurt you, he will steal your underwear to jack off into. He also would cum on your plates youve eaten off, cums on your pillow, cums on your clean laundry, he cums everywhere honestly.

-Is super careful not to get caught! at first. He slowly messes up over time. You catch him leaving your apartment one night and next thing you know hes choking you while gently telling you how sorry he is. Carrying you oh so lovingly to his car

John price

-The more scarier out of the bunch

-Follows you but doesn’t care if you realize. You go to the grocery store? He’s there. You go to a theater show? He’s sitting right behind you. You go on a date? A week later he’s found dead in a dumpster.

-As soon as he sees you he knows he’s your husbad. He just has to prove it first, and he doesn’t care how long it takes. He’ll do anything he can.

-Not as much as a pervert since he believes the best sex you’ll ever have is when you realize you’re for him so he’s waiting until then. But he does jack off to those cute shorts you were wearing.

-Sends you really really concerning letters to scare you. And it works! You go to his apartment all sad, tears welling as you tell him you don’t know what to do and you’re so scared. He’ll take you in his arms as he gently rubs your back comforting you

Makarov

-He gets what he wants no matter what. And if he wants you he gets you.

-He dropped a grocery bag while on the phone and was suprised a little thing like you immediately came to help him. How your cold fingers gently touched his to hand him back the bag.

-He knew you’d be an amazing pet for him to bring along those lonely missions that go on forever. He can’t keep around the things he enjoys since he’s constantly on the run…but he can keep you.

-Sends his men after you. They break down your door and throw you in the van. Next thing you know you’re constantly sitting/standing by Makarov during meetings.

-Just calls you pet, only calling you by your real name when he’s angry. His temper is extremely short so it’s best to just do anything and everything he asks of you.

-gets a tracking device put in the back of your head. So good luck escaping.

Valeria

-You don’t even know she stalks you. You think it’s so nice that this hot woman is helping you out carrying some boxes into your new home. Her strong arms glistening in the heat as she continues.

However you don’t realize her taking your underwear and stuffing it in her pocket. Or looking at your work schedule on the fridge a little to long. Her hands picking up a picture of you at the beach and biting her lip…

She’s so nice, offering to walk you around your new neighborhood. Her voice so gentle as she explains where the best restaurants are around here and how you should go together one day.

However, you start to feel paranoid as the days go on. Like someone is watching. You close your blinds but you still can’t shake the feeling. To your dissmay, you are being watched. Cameras are hidden in that cute bear Val had given you. Hugging it so close to your chest, a perfect view of your braless chest.

You finally come to her house, so upset and paranoid. She lets you stay at her house for a as long as you want. Until you start to relay on her. Just how she wants.

[yandere-sins]

Leona is smart but he hasn't realized something AHAHA

If his duchess aka darling were to give birth, that child of his WILL be held to the same standards as their mom. Perhaps even higher; if their mother is a nobody who ends up as a duchess loved by the people and the royal family, the child who is of royal blood SHOULD be as good or better than their mother.

Which means that in the long run, Leona will have less time to spend with his duchess because everyone encourages the duchess to be heavily involved in her kid's education. As you said, the royal family nags Leona and praises his darling, so ofc the royal family encourages mommy-kid bonding time so that the child will take after her.

Ah, imagine being second-place to his brother, second-place as a father because your kid spends a lot of time with your wife and not you, and second-place in the hearts of the people.

Oh man, the last section really made my heart ache for my poor baby ;; Leona, you'll always be my number one!!!

That aside, you have a good point there! The child definitely has to live up to their title, but also probably not as strictly as the first-born of the reigning monarch. That's at least Leona's excuse as he takes his child out of the busy schedule despite protests (because, well, he's still the highest ranking in his own family, so no one can really go against him) and takes them on a daddy-kid date! Who can begrudge him for being a good father? No one!

Quite the contrary! If he takes the child out of the palace and shows them around by his side, people will actually start approving of him more, as it shows good character to be a good, involved father. They'd even praise him, and if he does it regularly, the kid is a great way to improve his standing with the people! Sure, his reputation won't be flawless, but at least people add, "But he is a good father," to it now.

It's a lot of work, but imagine how good the reception will be once he manages to unite all three—father, mother, child—in certain events, showing up and always carrying his kid around or feeding it despite having sitters and nannies for that! Now everyone sees, is a happy little family, united by a child and deeply in love in the public's eye. People are already speculating about baby number two by the way Leona holds his darling in public, rubbing their belly and whispering into their ear that he got it all under control.

The one thing the public loves more than a dedicated noble is a noble family, after all. And it'll bring them all together again, which is just the cherry on top (;

Bold of you to assume Rook wouldn't snap and try to hunt a lion.

That is interesting!

I can't help but think about how big the betrayal would be that not only Leona's darling wants to escape, but they seek the help of some former, annoying classmate! You could have just tried on your own or continued to try and turn everyone against Leona, but you chose to seek out the one annoying person that you shouldn't have. There are a lot of things Leona can forgive, but Rook helping his love run away is not one of them.

You can be happy if he doesn't kill Rook right in front of your eyes (nearly impossible anyway). Still, if Rook gets caught (he won't), Leona will make sure that he gets locked up for something as bad as attempted regicide, at least! All while you are kept locked up, chained to the bed, with doctors saying it is "necessary" for your "recovery". To the public, Leona will make it look like you were kidnapped and almost died as a consequence. People will be outraged, demanding justice! You are their beloved duchess that would never betray them, right?

This way, he has enough time to punish you for what happened. No one will ask if he leaves bruises and wounds on you, as he can simply explain it as the remnants of your kidnapping. It also allows him to spend time with you undisturbed, as your caring husband simply helps you with your recovery during this difficult time and asks for everyone's understanding that you need this to feel better. The people love you, after all, they'd want him to be with you and fulfill his vows to you.

However, behind closed doors, you'll not be spared all his anger and frustrations. All the things you've been refusing to do with him by avoiding him like the pest. He'll have someone come to implant a tracking device in you so you can never do something as foolish as this again, all while Leona mocks you for your failure and for relying on someone like Rook to help you. Luckily, you can make it up to him—if you suffer as much as you made him suffer with your stupid idea of fleeing.

Still, he stays awake and alert by your side at night. Always making sure no one comes back for you, while also imagining the ways Rook probably touched you to help you over barriers, tracing the spots he suspects the hunter's hands were on you with his hands and lips and even biting them to reclaim them. Leona can't get over the frustration of knowing you were by another man's side, blaming himself for every minute he didn't notice you were gone.

But don't worry. It's a mistake he learned never to repeat, too.

[chroniclesofskz]

The Moonlit Confession

You had been looking forward to this evening all week—just you and Felix, sharing a quiet dinner, laughing, and reconnecting after busy schedules and endless rehearsals. You’d imagined cozy takeout, soft music, maybe some small snacks, curled up on the sofa. It was your little sanctuary from the chaos of life, a moment just for yourselves.

You glanced at the clock, feeling a flutter of excitement as you heard the key turn in the door. When Felix stepped inside, he was still dressed in his practice clothes, a faint sweat glistening on his brow, but his eyes were brighter than usual, warm and full of affection for you.

“Hey, love,” he greeted, dropping his bag and pulling you into a gentle hug. His scent—a fresh mix of his shampoo, the outdoors, and a hint of his cologne—enveloped you as he held you close. You took a deep breath, breathing it in happily, feeling all the tension melt away under his touch. His warmth radiated through his body, and in that moment, everything else seemed to fade. You felt safe, loved, complete. You closed your eyes for a second, just soaking in his presence, feeling his steady heartbeat under your fingertips.

“How was your day?” you asked softly.

He responded with a deep, contented groan, his voice gravelly from fatigue. The sound vibrated through his chest, sending gentle waves of resonance into your ear as you were pressed close to him. You could feel the subtle tremor and warmth radiating through his body, enveloping you in a comforting embrace. A fuzzy, warm feeling spread through you, and you felt all cozy and loved in that moment. His voice, so deep and genuine, made everything around you feel lighter.

“It was good,” he said with a soft smile, his tone steady. “Long day, but I needed to see you. You always make me feel better.”

You smiled up at him, eyes shining. “Me too.” You hesitated briefly, then gently pulled back. “So… do you wanna go grab something to eat? Just us?”

He rubbed the nape of his neck, but there was no hesitation in his response—just straightforward honesty. “Nah. I can’t tonight. Got a Louis Vuitton photoshoot tomorrow morning. The stylist was really strict—no bloating, no excess. I need to be prepared.”

Your heart tightened at his words. Seeing the worry flicker in his eyes made you ache for him. You reached out and took his hands in yours, standing closer.

Looking up into his face, you softly placed a hand on his cheek. “Felix,” you said gently, “you are already perfect. You don’t need to be anything else for a shoot or for anyone else. You’re beautiful—inside and out. Your smile, your laugh—those are the things that matter. Not how you look with a little extra here or there.”

His eyes shimmered with emotion, but he didn’t hesitate—his voice was steady. “I worry I’ll look bad. I don’t want to be bloated or tired when they take the pictures.”

Without missing a beat, you pressed your hand a little more firmly to his face, thumbs softly brushing over his cheeks, your touch tender and reassuring. “Love,” you whispered, “you’re more than enough. You’re a shining star—literally. An angel in my eyes. And I want you to see yourself the way I do. Beautiful, loved, just as you are. No need to punish yourself for wanting to enjoy life or food.”

His hand trembled, but he nodded confidently. Wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, his face buried in your shoulder, he took a deep breath. You could feel the steady vibrations from his chest—so warm, so real—and it made you feel all fuzzy inside, wrapped in the comfort of him. That groan, so genuine and relaxed, made your heart flutter.

“You always know how to make me feel better,” he murmured against your neck.

“And I always will,” you said softly, holding him tight. “Tonight, forget about everything else. Let’s order your favorite snacks and just focus on us.”

Felix’s smile returned, bright and genuine. “That sounds perfect.”

And as you cuddled together on the couch, wrapped up in each other’s warmth and reassurance, it was undeniable—you didn’t need perfection, just love. Felix was loved, deeply and completely, flaws and all.

[angelkiko]

retired-poly!141 x dive-bar-singer!reader

warnings: none really! small mentions of self pleasing and cock : 3

CHAPTER ONE: stage

Johnny had gone out alone, only telling price who gave him a little nod and a "dont overdo it lad". He entered the usual shitty dive bar they frequented ever since retirement, it was the only one in town that didn't charge a fortune for beer. Post retirement, price moved them to a quant town, a very woodsy one at that where he managed to score them some old manor to live in. Johnny had no idea why it was that big, i mean 6 bedrooms? for what?

It had only been meer weeks after they retired, 6 weeks exactly. Yet, they still haven't gotten used to it, not used to the feeling of peace, not carrying the weight and dread of upcoming deployments, and not having to think about if all of them were going to come back form the next mission or not.

With a sigh he sat on a barstool, the bartender glancing at him to ask "the usual?" to which he nodded and was promptly slid a beer, which he slid a 5 dollar bill for.

He sighed, taking a swig of it to glance around. It was a lower end dive bar, the kind filled with bar fights and peeling leather booths. The barstools creaked, the lights were slightly dim, and the beer was cheap. Did anyone care? honestly not really.

However, there was a creaky wooden stage towards the back where bands usually preformed, bands comprised of college age kids trying to make some extra money while playing covers of weezer and green day. They weren't bad, but exactly what you'd expect from a place like this.

The stage was empty for a few moments, until he saw you. A pretty little thing, not older than early twenties step onto the stage. You stepped on with ease as if having done this a million times, which you have. Coming here once a week or so to collect tips, every night you had free from studying. However, johnny has never seen you until now, as they usually come on Thursdays.

You fixed the mic, greeting the bars crowd of middle aged men looking for a cheap place to drink. A soft smile let on your face, a smile too soft for this place, a smile that made johnny grip his beer tighter.

After a soft greeting, you began to sing over a backtrack. And johnny heard what he could only describe as the voice of an angel, he was enchanted instantly, like a moth to a flame. He sat there frozen, unable to look away and breathing slightly heavier than usual.

You sang for all of 30 minutes, and every now and again someone would come up to slip a 1 or a 5 into the jar by the stage. Something about the way you batted your eyelashes at the men who tipped made johnny shiver, he knew you were just doing it for a bigger tip but oh how it made his cock jump.

And almost too quick for his liking, you stepped off the stage and collected your tip money and disappeared. A slight ache of disappointment and longing entered his heart, price had always warned him he fell too quickly, but this? he had to have this one.

He would quickly walk up to the little sign up sheet by the stage, which is where he ended up finding out your name. It wasn't hard as there weren't a whole lot of names on there, mostly just band names. Y/n, a name that would haunt his dreams, nightmares, and the name he would moan as he imagined you. He noted that you were scheduled to preform tomorrow, and a grin slowly came on his face, he had to tell the team about what he just found

With quick steps he left the bar, throwing away the half full beer on the way out. he had to make sure he got the pretty little thing that had the audacity to waltz into his gaze. Because after all, what would someone like you be doing here? You were clearly too good for this place, and he wanted to just pick you up and wall you away all to himself, as he doesn't like sharing. He wanted you, and whatever johnny wants? his team makes sure he gets.

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A/N: srry if this is a tad short but i promise they'll interact in the next chapter i jst wanted to get the set up out of the way >_<

do lmk what yall think of my writing! i haven't written anything in a long time (ever since my fanfic writer era lol, so sorry if that shows), so do tell me if there's anything i can improve on.

small warning this series will be a little spicy and will probs have smut so if you like that keep reading ;)

you can imagine the song reader was singing but i like to pretend it was dealer by lana del rey ! (also apologies for any mistakes/grammar errors i wanted to get this out and was excited >_<)

with love, kiko. < 3

[misfits-of-zaun]

“Kinda late for that now. The dam’s broken. You threw up everywhere and I broke Mr. Macho’s face. We’re both having a bad day.”

Ekko let out a breathless sort of sound that was half-laugh, half-groan - and promptly retched again. Oh. Oh no. Oh shit. Laughing was a terrible mistake while feeling this nauseous.

Fortunately, there was nothing really left for his stomach to expel. His throat burned, though, and the taste in his mouth was vile. Self-consciously, he wiped at his mouth with a rag, and took another moment to catch his breath.

"...It's still early," he managed to quip back, albeit with a very tangible tiredness weighing down the attempt at an optimistic outlook.

"The day's not - not done yet. We've both got time for things to improve."

Granted, Jinx had more control over the trajectory of that than he did, right now. Hell, he'd still be willing to counted this day a good one, in spite of how unwell he felt, if he could just see her make a single small step of progress on her own merit. Something - anything - to avoid ending her first morning without him on such a sour note.

The bile on his tongue wasn't nearly as bad as that.

“Wasn’t expecting you to give me a free pass outta here. Your buddies worked kinda hard to get me in here, y’know.”

Ekko slowly straightened, slanting her a weary look.

"Yeah, I know."

He'd seen pretty much the whole thing. It had been very difficult to not try and intervene, even in his weakened state. But he couldn't really fault how Scar and the others had handled it - especially given how Jinx had drawn first blood, and had clearly been past the point of talking things out. Their options for dealing with the situation had been limited. At least it seemed like the darkness and the quiet of the Timeout Tunnel had helped Jinx calm down, rather than agitating her even further.

If anything, she seemed almost reluctant to leave now. Odd. Ekko had assumed she would have been itching to get out on sheer principle - after all, while this wasn’t a prison cell, it still had a lock on the outside.

“How about I come check up on you? Make sure you’re not still green later. You’ve already chucked up in fronta me, so it’s totally less embarrassing now.”

Was that her way of saying she wanted to stay here and take a break from everything for a little longer? Or was she simply seeking something to look forward to - some reassurance of routine? Ekko supposed it hadn't been fair to leave her with the others this morning, without giving her a proper heads up about his sickness and the subsequent change to the schedule.

"...Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that."

@f1shbonez

"Wanna tell me what happened back there?" (Ekko to Jinx)

The fight was over. Jinx knew it the moment she was dropped into a cold, dark tunnel. The memory of knees, arms and elbows throbbed long after the people she’d fought so hard against were gone. As the binds around Jinx’s wrists were cut, she began to flex and release her fingers, coaxing the blood back into them. She remained motionless as Scar cut the last of the binds and darted from the room. There was a heavy thrumming noise as the steel door was pulled shut and then she was alone.

Why was her heart still pounding like the fight wasn’t over? Aching from where she lay plastered to the floor, Jinx began to push herself back to her feet. At first it was hard to do anything but drift through the space. A hollow sense of resignation began to swallow up the bottled screams and sobs that were only just beneath the surface.

The tunnel was blocked up and full of heavy shadow from the dim light inside. Unfamiliar with the space and her predicament Jinx began to pace, slow and lost. Just out of reach, two white eyes followed her every move.

“--Don’t. Say. Anything.” Jinx growled under her breath towards the apparition, feeling herself turn rigid under Mylo’s stare.

“Yeah, like that’ll make any difference.” The retort was swift to do its damage, earning a wince from Jinx as she turned to pace under the brightest patch of light in the dark. Sure, she’d already screwed up. Was talking to people only she could see going to undo today’s screw up? Not exactly. It didn’t usually make her feel any better, either.

Jinx’s blood continued to boil at the memory of Scar, the rope and being manhandled into a pretty large, but obvious cage. Everything was ruined; the second chance, the progress she’d been making, Ekko starting to trust her. Gone. Even Scar himself didn’t hide the fact that there was no real benefit to holding onto her. There was no coming back from this…was there?

The thought stirred a mixture of fear and shame within Jinx. If she’d MEANT to do damage to Scar, a mug to the face would never have been the plan! Somehow it didn’t even feel worth raising that when defending her case. How long were they gonna leave her in here anyway? What was going to happen next? The look on Ekko’s face flashed through Jinx’s mind again, punctuating the raw, mournful sense of hurt taking root in her chest.

“Why can’t I do anything right?” She breathed, sinking to the ground again next to Claggor in a wordless plea for an answer. Claggor didn’t speak. He never did.

Bowing her head, Jinx felt silent tears begin to run down her face. It didn’t take long for the ugly feeling to bleed through the cracks in her composure, building to quiet sobs. She stayed like that for a long time before the ache of dead eyes became too much to bear. The faint noise of life on the other side of the tunnel door was a reminder of everything bad. No. Quiet. She needed quiet.

Retreating to the furthest point of the dead-end tunnel, Jinx hunkered down in the dark. A broad, empty shelving unit sat unused in the pitch black, offering a refuge from the wide open mouth of concrete. Ignoring the ache in her muscles, Jinx clambered onto the shelves, coiling in on herself once she reached the top. It was safer up here. Better. Not immediately reachable when Scar and his cronies came back.

It felt like hours until the outside world came knocking. From atop of the shelves, Jinx flinched, throwing a hand out in front of herself to ward off the light and whoever was coming with it. From behind her arm, she squinted, feeling her muscles bracing themselves at the sight of Scar before he stepped aside, allowing Ekko to enter.

Freezing for a moment, Jinx watched. No weapon. No crowd. Scar didn’t seem to be coming in either. Slowly, with no shortage of hesitation, Jinx lowered her hand.

"Wanna tell me what happened back there?"

Silence.

Blue eyes danced between Ekko and the door. It’d be pretty hard to overhear everything they said from way back here. A wounded silence stretched as Jinx dissected the question. Yeah right, like Ekko cared what she had to say.

“You saw for yourself.” Jinx muttered, knowing the futility of trying to defend something she couldn’t put words to. Why bother? The Firelights had every reason to think the worst of her. Trying to say anything to disprove that would just be a lie.

Sore, bloodstained arms coiled tighter around her body as Jinx shifted, avoiding Ekko’s gaze. She didn’t want to look at his face. She didn’t want to see him angry at her, or upset, or disappointed. She hadn’t meant for any of this to happen!

“I couldn’t do it.” The simple words tumbled from her mouth, but there was pain in the admission. It was a fuck up so big, that it no longer mattered that she’d tried.

[p-receh]

Hali with shadow, taufan with sonic, gempa with knuckles, blaze with blaze, solar with tails

Yaya and amy

Hali and shadow be respecting each other with their respective weapons (sword and gun)

Taufan and sonic is just racing with the hoverboard/extreme gear (Ying gave taufan super speed)

Gempa and knuckles are having tea :D

Blaze is flabbergasted with blaze, but both are now performing flame dances (blaze also tried to pet blaze which resulted in a very tired no)

Ais and Duri are watching the blazes doing their intimidation dances and betting on whos winning. They decide blaze wins by default and when questioned on which one they both said "obviously the kitty, you think mr armpits man was even close?"

No one knows where solar and tails have run off to but they feel a constant chill to always be worried, they are terrified on what the heck those 2 could be up to

Yaya, amy, ying, and rouge are having a girls day and its a blast

Nice observation!😁👍

But I may have a different pairing than you, anon. Bear in mind this is all subjective.

Trio ori for me is unknowingly has similar characteristics with Team Heroes and I. mean. it.

Like look at their color codes!

Yeah sure, Sonic and Taufan literally similar and had the resemblance from the word "Wind" by their own practices.

But the rest two from both group are painfully close.

Knuckles and Hali are notoriously the solo fighters with high discipline. "Oldest" member of the group, always be the frontman fighter for the bottom two, recklessly think he could do it on their own, the biggest tsundere and "unsurprisingly" always get tempered easily by the middle kid lol.

Whereas Tails and Gempa always be their peacemaker. The calm, innocent kids who observe the surroundings before take any decisions. And both have their own giant... Companions to accommodate them! That's honestly what I thought about Gempa when re-watching the OG era until Galaxy season 1 happened.

I absolutely agree Yaya with Amy! This cute pink gals should never ever be underestimate by everyone. They strong yet also act as the mother figure for the group.

For Ying...she also could work with Sonic too I guess? But in some sense, both characteristics and core powers are honestly different. But her discipline kinda fit with Blaze. Oh Sonic gonna love to race with her everyday he wants too😏

For Blaze, in my head, the perfect candidate that could work with him is either Marine or Sticks. I was gonna pick Sticks only, but then both of those have similar personalities with Blaze despite power differences. I can picture all three of them do some wild traps and bombs. Only their wacky ruckus brain could survived it.

Ice might be the only character that I couldn't find his counterpart. I want to say Espio, but eh...not fit enough.

My best guess for Duri is of course, Charmy! Being the "pon" of group, they are able to strike the opponents with their snarky words. I couldn't imagine which character that beautifully encapsulates Duri other than Charmy. X'D

Solar is interesting choice. I'm not choosing him with Tails cause in a sense, Tails' characteristics is not like Solar. But I can see their intelligence and power can be both match in some ways. When you think about it, Tails is somewhat the perfect balance of both Solar and Gempa.

Gopal's best pair must be with Vector. By all means I don't need more to add for these two. Especially if there's another call for new cases, 100% guarantee these two will handle it in Ace Attorney/LA Noir-esque. 😎👌

For Fang. Again my heart was pumped up when I see Shadow's wings in Shadow Gens. I literally yelled, "Finally, Fang is not alone!!" lmao🤣. That's the basic reason why I drew this(still have no idea how I cooked that. 🙃)

But really, the reason why I paired these two because:

1. Both of these two essentially being the second most popular character outside of the main protagonists (not include the elementals),

2. They're both aliens and born outside of the earth. And—

3. Just like Sonic and Taufan, they implemented the word "shadows" in their own view.

Last but not least! Adu Du and Eggman!

Such very ecentric genius characters that have their own comedy minions. Both have their signature apperances that instantly grabbed people's attention, whether as a threat or just being a random dude on the streets.

And personally I always adore when series consistent with who's the main protagonist and antagonist till this day. Yes, the enemy is getting dreadful and maybe even stronger than the original villain are, but don't forget what had made them who they are from the start.

(which is why I might not be ready for Gentar animated arc. I already cried enough with the comic ver but I don't think I could do another round :'()

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand that is all I could think of! let me know what you think! :D

[yeonjune]

Yeonjun about the strain he felt while preparing for his debut solo project ✙ "GGUM" MAKING FILM

[shouyuus]

view, 7:17 on a thursday night

[volivolition]

DAY 4: DRAMA - Put on your prettiest face for the masses!

gonna start adding silly captions actually. [POINTS ACCUSINGLY] MELTY FUCK (AFFECTIONATE)!!

[gn-bee]

Arranged marriage AU (the original concept for them when he first started making my brain itch)

But upon further obsession and my need to have a pretty good time, I changed my mind.

But I still like to go back and mess around with it, and this scene in particular still makes me giggle. I might post more about it just to get over my creative block, but we'll see 💕

I just like putting them in a situation

She's very confused.

I think if he weren't super nervous around her they would have laid down and he would have gone, "ok, now what" and just confused her more.