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teen!Barca player teaching the Spanish players tik tok slang would be so funny 😂😂

Lost in the Slangverse - barça! teen reader

Summary: Y/n pranks Alexia and Olga by speaking only in Gen Z slang and TikTok memes.

Warnings: Chronic online behaviour and TikTok brainrot.

Word count: 2.1k

notes: sorry but I changed it a bit to include Olga

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“I don't understand why I should do that,” Y/n whispered to Vicky and Jana. “Why don't you do it?”

The three girls were standing in a circle in the corner of the changing room. Training had just ended, and they were all sweaty and gross.

It didn't help y/n's already grumpy mood when Jana pulled her arm out of nowhere when she was getting ready to get in the shower.

Jana had said it was something urgent, and Vicky, who was by her side, had nodded along.

Y/n’s eyes almost got stuck in her skull when Vicky said they wanted Y/n to make a TikTok video with Alexia using gen slang that Alexia most definitely didn't know.

The girls now were arguing but kept their voices low, so the senior girls wouldn’t overhear them behind the lockers.

“Because you're the good kid! An angel! The apple of Alexia’s eyes’’ Vicky said, smiling enthusiastically.

“Me? The apple of Alexia’s eyes?” Y/n asked, confusion on her face as she pointed to herself. “She made me run 2 kilometres last night as a punishment because I talked back to Olga.”

“Well… maybe not the good kid then,” Jana said. “But the best kid between us three, nonetheless.”

“Yeah,” Vicky agreed with Jana. “ if Jana or I do it, they'll know something’s up.”

“Exactly! Plus, you're closer to Alexia, so you can say stuff without it looking suspicious!” Jana added. “You’ll make more content.”

“I'll look suspicious either way,” Y/n said, narrowing her eyes “I don't even stay on my phone that much, they'll notice that.”

“You realise you are a shame for every teenager out there, right?” Jana asked deadpan. “What are you going to say next, that you and Olga knit on Friday nights?”

Y/n blushed because…yes. They did that. She lifted a finger, ready to defend herself, but Vicky interrupted her, disappointment on her face.

“Just..stop being boring for once in your life? Please?” Vicky said. 

Vicky gave Y/n her best puppy eyes.

“Come on, Y/n, we are for lifers, right?” Jana stood next to Vicky with, the same big, puppy eyes.

“Ugh…fine, wherever,” Y/n said, crossing her arms. “I’ll do it, but you're helping me with my homework next week–and the next.“

“Deal!” they both said, grinning, victory on their faces.

“And you are the ones picking up the balls after training,” Y/n added. “I hate doing that…Pina always kicks them far away on purpose.” 

“Alright by us,” the girls agree, almost in a singing tone. 

“And I won't help Cat out of its costume for a month! It will be all you two.”

“O-okay?” Vicky and Jane said, less enthusiastic. 

Now they were wondering how much this TikTok really cost.

“Y/n!” Alexia called from the other side of the room.

“I have to go,” Y/n whispered, but before she could leave their hiding spot, Alexia bumped into her.

 “Oh, there you are,’ Alexia said with a smile" "Let's go ho—wait, you didn’t shower yet?”

Alexia looked at Y/n as if she came back from the sty, when-in truth–she was just a little sweaty. 

Y/n looked up and tried to act casual, leaning on her elbow in one of the lockers. It belonged to Aitana…she hated when people got close to her locker.

“Hm, no I didn't,” Y/n looked around trying to find an excuse. “We were way  too busy talking about–”

“School,” Y/n finally said. Good, a safe choice.

“Football,” Vicky chimed in. Also good, and very convincing. 

“You!” Jana blurted out. Horrible, terrible choice.

The two of them shot Jana an annoyed look, rolling their eyes.

‘What, Jana?’ Vicky mouthed, trying to turn her body from Alexia so she couldn't read her lips. ‘Talking about Alexia?’

‘Tonta,” [stupid] Y/n mouthed back, rolling her eyes, before turning to Alexia, who was still looking confused.

“Sorry, Ale, we were really busy here…socialising,” Y/n said. “I’ll shower when we get home.”

“Mm, okay,” Alexia said, still puzzled. “Grab your stuff. We’re picking up Olga on the way home.”

..

As Alexia and Y/n made their way through Barcelona’s car park, Y/n was happily skipping, heading to the passenger’s seat in Alexia's car.

“Nope, kid,” Alexia said, pushing Y/n’s backpack toward her. “We’re picking up Olga. She’s going in the passenger seat.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Seriously?”

“Yep,” Alexia said, pointing to the back seat. “You go there.”

It was a perfect opportunity. 

Y/n took her phone very stealthily and pressed record, keeping it close to her body so Alexia wouldn't see it. 

“Simp.”

“What?” Alexia asked, turning her head to Y/n. “What’s that?”

“What’s what?” Y/n asked, pretending she didn’t know what Alexia was talking about.

“What you just called me.”

“Oh, simp? It means you're a lost puppy when it comes to Olga.”

Alexia blushed. “Hey, I’m not like that.”

“Beta energy,” Y/n added, rolling her eyes.

“Beta? Are you speaking in code?”

“Nah, just speaking facts.” Y/n shrugged. “Are you gonna drive or leave Olga waiting?”

Alexia looked at Y/n weirdly but got in the car and began driving. Y/n’s phone was still in her hand, ready to film the next part of her–or well–Jana and Vicky’s prank.

Olga was working in a modelling event today, but she was already waiting for them when Alexia parked the car in front of the studio.

“Hi, girls,” Olga said, getting in and kissing Alexia on the lips. “How was your day?”

“It was good,” Alexia said, putting her hand on Olga’s tight. “We did some strength training, speed…all of that”

“Yeah, no cap, it was the worst.” Y/n chimed in while looking out the window and humming to the song playing. One direction. Oldie but goldie.

“No cap?” Olga asked, turning to Y/n, a frown on her face,

“Yeah,” Y/n said, adjusting her earbud. “No cap, training was like…brutal.”

“Okay, sure… but why is it ‘no cap’?”

..

When they got home, Y/n went straight to her room, dropping her training bag by the bed before heading to the shower.

After she was done, a notification popped up on her phone from a group chat with Jana and Vicky.

Vicky: hi, how’s it going?

Jana: hi?? @Y/n??

Y/n: Everything’s going according to plan.

Jana: Great! :D send me all the recordings later, and I’ll make a TikTok out of it.

Y/n: 👍

Vicky: why do u always text like a dad, bro.

Y/n closed the chat and went downstairs, sitting at the table in front of Alexia.

“What restaurant are we going today?” Y/n whispered

“I’m not sure yet,” Alexia whispered back, glancing around suspiciously. “It’ll depend on Olga’s mood.”

“I don't know why we insist on letting her cook!” Y/n said, rolling her eyes.

Alexia kicked her under the table. “Be nice!”

Before Y/n could argue, Olga emerged from the kitchen with... something.

She carried a big tray of what looked like ground beef, except the colour was all wrong—like it had spent way too much time in the oven. And the smell... Y/n could swear Olga had chopped up three entire onions and just thrown them in for fun.

Olga served Alexia and Y/n, putting a whole lot of food on their plate. Y/n stared at the plate in front of her. She poked it with her fork as she, very carefully, put her phone on the table and pressed play.

“Olga, you really got no rizz in the kitchen, huh?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, you’re burning everything, so yeah, no rizz,” Y/n said disappointed. It was another day that they had to eat Olga’s bad food and then go out to eat in order not to starve.

“What? But it’s not that bad!” Olga said, staring at her own…creation. “It’s original.”

“It tastes bad,” Y/n murmured under her breath.

Olga ignored Y/n and turned to her girlfriend, who looked just as scared of the food as Y/n.

“Alexia, do you think I have no rizz?” Olga asked Alexia, giving her puppy eyes.

"Olguita, I’m not even sure what ‘rizz’ means," Alexia admitted, looking confused.

“Me neither,” Olga said. “But if it’s something good, then you think I have it?”

“Oh yeah, definitely.”

“Okay, that’s gross,” Y/n interrupted, grabbing up her phone. “Get a room.”

..

As per usual. The Putellas and the honorary Putella–Y/n– ended up in a restaurant. It was a Chinese one this time, the same one they had gone the last time Olga was responsible for cooking.

Y/n presser record while the waitress came to take their order. She was pretty but way older than Y/n.

“That’s my type, I fear,” Y/n said, as soon as the waitress went to another table.

Both Alexia and Olga looked at her confused.

“Your type?” Alexia asked. “What’s your type?”

Y/n pointed with her chin to the waitress.

“What? She’s your type?” Olga asked, turning from the waitress to Y/n. “So, you have a thing for…waitresses?

“I mean, you’ve seen the way she’s serving us... It’s giving heart eyes.” Y/n said casually.

“Heart eyes? What does that even mean?”” Olga asked. “Why have you been talking weird all day?”

Y/n just shrugged and pretended to play on her phone, but what she was really doing was getting the angle of the filming right to show Alexia’s face.

“Is this a joke? I’m lost...” Alexia said, turning to Olga. “Isn’t the waitress like, fifteen years older than her?”

“Well,” Y/n chimed in. “It’s just like that Kelly Clarkson cover, you know?”  

Y/n knew full well they had no clue what the hell she was talking about.

Alexia opened her mouth, closed it, and then turned to Olga like she was asking for help. Olga just shook her head, utterly lost.

“I feel like it's getting harder and harder to talk to you,” Olga said, clearly stressed. “I should probably buy a book about raising teens.”

“You're not my mom,” Y/n said in a singing voice, looking at the dessert section on the menu.

That petit gateau looked so good.

“Alexia will read it too,” Olga said, more to herself.

“I'll read what?” Alexia asked, looking up.

Y/n pretended she didn't see Alexia's phone playing a Barcelona match live on YouTube. 

Olga hated when Alexia watched football when they were out.

“A book about teen development,” Olga said. “This child is losing herself.”

“Yep, brain rot,” Y/n agreed.

“What?!” Olga asked, completely worried. “What is rotting?!”

Y/n ignored Olga and looked At Alexia.

“Can I please have the petit gateau, Ale?” Y/n asked with a pout.

“Ask Olga,” Alexia said, “You can if she lets you.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. 

“See, beta behaviour,” she murmured.

"Olguita, can I please—"

"No, Y/n."

"Damn."

In the end, Y/n earned her petit gateau after telling Olga she had alpha energy. Alexia didn’t like it, but the compliment made Olga happy enough to agree to dessert.

"Alpha energy? Olga?" Alexia scoffed. "She just told you no."

Y/n took a victorious bite of her petit gateau. "Yeah, and then I got what I wanted."

..

Unfortunately, for Y/n, that little prank she pulled got twisted around after a couple of days.

After a long training session, Alexia and Y/n came back home, and once again, Y/n didn’t take a shower at the training centre. Instead, she was procrastinating, lying on the sofa while watching Criminal Minds.

“Y/n, seriously,” Alexia said, putting her hands on her hips. “For the love of God, go take a shower.”

“I’m not that dirty,” Y/n said “It’s fine, I’ll go after this episode is over.”

“You smell like a sweaty gym sock,” Olga chimed in from behind her, wrinkling her nose.

“Okay, wow, thanks for the support,” Y/n said sarcastically, glaring at Olga. “

I’m just saying. The truth hurts. No cap.” Olga just shrugged, looking far too pleased with herself.

“Did you just say ‘no cap’?” Y/n raised an eyebrow, unable to hide her amusement.

Olga grinned. “Yeah, you heard me.”

“Oh no, where did you learn it?” Y/n said, turning to Alexia for backup. “Did Jana teach it to her?

“I don’t know,” Alexia shrugged."But what I do know is that you’re taking a shower now, bet.”

“Okay…” Y/n narrowed her eyes and turned the TV off. “I’m just going because you two are acting weird.

As Y/n walked toward the stairs Alexia called after her. “Please take a really long shower. We need some peace and quiet around here.”

Y/n ignored Alexia.

Tomorrow, she’d wake up to Alexia saying “no cap” in an interview. She could feel it.

..

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[norrisluv]

THE SURPRISE - LANDO NORRIS

warnings: fluff

lando norris x zak brown's daughter!reader

english is not my first language, so I apologise if any words are spelt wrong!

this is a request!!

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The crisp morning sun poured through the window as you scrolled through the adoption website on your phone. Lando had been dropping hints about wanting a dog for months now, though it always came with the caveat of, "But I just don’t have the time, you know?" You could see the longing in his eyes every time he saw a dog during his travels or in fan posts. He wanted one, even if he didn’t let himself believe it was possible. So, you decided to make it happen—for him and for you.

After weeks of planning, you found the perfect little yellow Labrador puppy from a reputable rescue. She was playful but calm, a bright-eyed bundle of joy. You’d spent days researching everything about puppies, from training to travel logistics, knowing how hectic both your lives were. And now, the big day had arrived.

Lando was due back from a simulator session at McLaren HQ later in the afternoon, so you had time to prepare. You’d set up a cozy little dog bed in the corner of the living room, a basket of toys, and bowls already filled with water and kibble. The puppy, who you’d named Sunny, was napping on your lap, her tiny chest rising and falling with each breath.

When Lando walked through the door, his hair slightly tousled and his McLaren hoodie slightly oversized, you could tell he was tired but content. "Hey, love," he called, kicking off his sneakers.

"Hey," you replied, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you stayed seated on the couch.

His eyes narrowed. "What’s that look for? You’re up to something."

"Me? Never," you teased, shifting slightly so Sunny’s little head peeked out from under your arm.

Lando froze. "No. Way."

You grinned as Sunny stirred, her big, soulful eyes opening and landing on Lando. The moment he saw her, his tiredness evaporated. "Oh my God! Is she… Is she ours?"

"Surprise! Meet Sunny," you said, gently placing her on the floor. She wobbled on her tiny legs before padding over to Lando, tail wagging furiously.

He dropped to his knees, his face lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Hi, Sunny! Oh, you’re so cute! Look at you!" His voice was an octave higher as he scooped her up, cradling her like the most precious thing in the world. Sunny responded by licking his face enthusiastically, making him laugh.

"You’ve been talking about wanting a dog forever," you explained, sitting beside him. "I know we’re busy, but I’ve figured it all out. I’ll handle most of the care, and she can travel with us whenever possible. I’ve even spoken to my dad about it—turns out, McLaren’s totally cool with her being around."

Lando looked at you, his eyes soft and full of emotion. "You did all this for me?"

"Of course. I know how much you’ve wanted this, and I’ll make sure you don’t have to worry about anything. You just get to enjoy her."

He leaned in and kissed you, lingering for a moment before pulling back to look at Sunny. "She’s perfect. You’re perfect. But are you sure? She’s a big responsibility."

"I’ve got it covered, trust me," you reassured him. "And let’s be honest, Sunny’s about to be the most well-traveled dog in the world."

Lando laughed, hugging Sunny close. "Alright, then. Sunny’s officially part of the family."

The rest of the evening was spent watching Sunny explore her new home, with Lando snapping pictures and videos to share with his family and a select few friends. You could tell he was already smitten, constantly doting on her and giving her belly rubs.

Later that night, as Sunny snoozed in her bed and you curled up beside Lando on the couch, he kissed the top of your head. "Thank you for this," he whispered. "For her, for everything."

"Anything for you," you replied, your heart full as you watched him glance back at Sunny with a look of pure happiness.

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The atmosphere at Silverstone was electric. Fans cheered from the grandstands, the smell of rubber and fuel filled the air, and engines roared to life in the garages. It was a big race day for Lando, and this time, Sunny was part of the action.

You arrived at the paddock early, Sunny trotting beside you with her McLaren bandana tied neatly around her neck. She was a natural at stealing hearts, stopping every few steps as team members, fans, and even rival drivers paused to coo over her.

As you made your way to the McLaren garage, your dad, Zak Brown, spotted you from across the paddock. "There’s my girl," he called out, his sharp eyes softening when they landed on Sunny. "And who’s this little superstar?"

"Meet Sunny," you said, kneeling to let the puppy greet Zak. "She’s officially part of the family now."

Zak crouched, letting Sunny sniff his hand before giving her a gentle pat. "Well, she’s already got the whole paddock charmed, hasn’t she? Lando, this was a good call."

Lando grinned, hands in his hoodie pockets. "I can’t take the credit. This was all her," he said, nodding toward you.

Inside the garage, Sunny had her own little setup—a custom McLaren dog bed and a small water station. Zak checked in occasionally, offering a lighthearted comment here and there. "You know," he said at one point, "if she keeps this up, I might have to put her in some team promos."

As the race approached, Zak joined you and Sunny on the garage. The crowd was buzzing with excitement, and a few fans held up signs dedicated to the puppy like "SUNNY FOR TEAM PRINCIPAL!"

Zak chuckled, glancing at the signs. "Looks like she’s already more popular than me."

"She’s got that Brown charm," you teased, earning a playful eye roll from your dad.

When the race began, Sunny sat beside you and some people you know in the McLaren hospitality suite, her ears perking up every time Lando’s name was mentioned. People couldn’t help but narrate Sunny’s reactions. "See that tail wag? That’s pure confidence in her dad."

It was a nail-biting race, but Lando drove brilliantly, crossing the finish line in second place. The garage erupted in cheers, and Sunny barked excitedly as if she understood the significance of the moment.

After the podium celebrations, Lando returned to the garage, still in his race suit and champagne-drenched shoes. "Sunny! Did you see that?" he exclaimed, dropping to the floor to hug her. Sunny greeted him with enthusiastic licks, her tail wagging furiously.

Zak appeared shortly after, clapping Lando on the back. "Solid drive out there. I think Sunny’s got a future as the team mascot."

Lando grinned, scratching Sunny behind the ears. "She’s already the heart of the team."

As the evening wore on, the three of you sat outside the motorhome, watching the sunset over the paddock. Sunny curled up between you and Lando, her soft snores filling the quiet. Lando glanced over you and smiled. "This," he said, "is what it’s all about. Family, racing, and a little bit of chaos."

You leaned your head against Lando’s shoulder, your heart full. "And just think—we get to do it all over again next race."

Lando chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. "As long as you and Sunny are there, I know it’ll be amazing."

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A/N: please let me know if you like it! requests are open!

[harrysfolklore]

growing family - verstappen!yn

pairing: verstappen!yn x boyfriend!charles, best fiend!oscar x verstappen!yn

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You hummed along to the music coming from the speakers of your boyfriend's Monaco home as you stirred some pasta sauce for dinner.

Despite being to Monaco countless of times before, there was something different about being there with Charles for his home race week.

You enjoyed being alone in his apartment while he ran some errands or spent some time training, you felt at home and the company of Leo, the puppy you adopted together made everything better.

However, your time to yourself cooking dinner for you and your boyfriend was interrupted by your phone ringing.

oscar pastry 🥐 FaceTime Video

Frowning because you weren't quite expecting a call from your best friend, you answered.

"Hello mum," he said once his face popped up on screen.

"Mum?" you asked confused, "What are you even talking about?"

"Have you not seen twitter? I'm your kid now, Charles adopted me," he shrugged, "Where's my brother Leo?"

"Oscar are you drunk or something," you laughed at your best friend, "I haven't been on twitter since like, last year."

"Well log in, dumbass," he rolled his eyes and you flipped him off, "Hey! That's not the way to treat your son."

"Gosh stop saying that, we've been best friends since we were 15 it's weird," you shook your head as you opened the twitter app, luckily you weren't logged out because you certainly didn't remember your password.

And the first thing you saw pop up in your timeline was the banter between your boyfriend and your best friend.

"You guys are so annoying," you threw your head back in laughter as you read the tweets, "And you're both serious about it too."

"Of course, I'm a Leclerc-Verstappen now," he laughed along, "Shit, does that make Max my uncle?"

"It does," your eyes widened, "Are you sure you want that?"

"Well I wanted you guys to adopt me so you give me back the attention your boyfriend stole from me, I never consider Max would become my uncle," he teased, making you laugh.

"Come on pastry, we've talked about this," you gave him a serious look, "You'll always be my best friend and me being with Charles now would never change that."

"I know, I'm just messing around," a small smile played on his face, "You guys seem so happy and I love that for you."

As if on cue, you heard the front door open and your boyfriend's voice calling for you, Leo instantly barking and running to the door when he noticed his presence.

"Mon ange, I'm back," he said as he entered the kitchen, Leo cradled on his arm, "Missed you."

He pulled you closer y the waist and kissed the side of your head, making you smile and lean into him.

"Yikes, I didn't need to see that," Oscar's voice was heard from the phone screen, making you laugh.

"Oh hey son," Charles said to him, "How's my new favorite adopted child doing?"

"Hey dad, just calling to check in on my amazing parents and my little brother," he said, glancing at Leo who was now comfortably settled in Charles' arms.

"This is so weird, stop it," you cringed, making both of them laugh and Charles pull you to him again as you covered your face.

"We're a big happy family, mon amour. Ollie, Leo and now Oscar, the Leclerc-Verstappen family."

You smiled at him, pecking his lips a couple of times.

"Okay that's my cue, I don't want to see you guys making out," Oscar said shaking his head, "Good night, mum and dad, see you this weekend."

"Say bye to your brother too," Charles said, moving Leo closer to the camera.

"Bye Leo!"

As Oscar hung up, you couldn't help but laugh at the entire interaction, "So he's our son now?"

"Yes, and he seems to be enjoying it a lot," Charles chuckled, setting Leo down on the floor, "Who would've thought we'd have an adopted son before getting married or having our own kids?"

"Don't get any ideas, Leclerc," you playfully swatted his chest, "We're not adopting every one of my friends who jokes about it."

"Why not? We could build a whole team," Charles teased, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder and kissing it chastely, "We'd be the coolest family ever."

"It's your secret plan to make everyone on the grid your family? Dating Max's sister and now adopting Oscar, you're something else, Leclerc."

Charles laughed loudly at your words, throwing his head back and making you laugh along.

"Well, what can I say," he shrugged, "I'm charming and people love me."

"That you are," you smiled, kissing him gently.

That you are," you smiled, kissing him gently.

"Now, let me help with dinner," Charles offered, moving to the stove and checking the sauce. "It smells amazing, just like you."

"Smooth talker," you teased, handing him a spoon to stir. "Just make sure it doesn’t burn."

[immaqulate]

more tokens, please! | m.s

— husband! matt sturniolo x fem! reader

— warnings: none! just fluff and domestic! dad matt

in which!!.. matt, you, and your son spend the evening at the arcade

gif cred @hotelstares | dividers by @hyuneskkami

You’re halfway through a sip of your slushie when you hear it.

The telltale squeak of little sneakers sprinting across the neon-speckled arcade carpet. The unmistakable jangle of empty token cups. And your son’s voice, way too loud and way too dramatic for a child holding two plastic tickets in his hand:

“DADDDD. I RAN OUT.” You look up just in time to see him barrel full-speed toward Matt, waving the token cup in one hand like it’s a white flag.

Matt turns around slowly—striped polo slightly wrinkled, backwards cap tilted, chewing on a Sour Patch Kid like he’s been through battle. He blinks at your son, then raises one eyebrow.

“Already?” he asks, voice flat, but his lips twitch into a smirk. “Didn’t I just give you, like, twenty?”

“Yeah but the dinosaur game took ten! And then the racing one didn’t even work! And then I accidentally played basketball twice. Soooo…” He blinks up at Matt, puppy-eyed. “More tokens, please?”

Matt crosses his arms, leans down to your son’s level with mock seriousness. “Hmm. I don’t know, man. I’m pretty sure there’s a rule—one cup per kid per hour.”

Your son gasps like it’s a felony. “That’s not FAIR.”

You finally make your way over, slipping an arm around Matt’s waist and nudging your son’s shoulder. “Maybe if you say please like a normal human and give your dad a kiss, he’ll change his mind.”

Your son dramatically groans but complies anyway—puckering up and planting a sloppy kiss on Matt’s cheek. Matt pretends to grimace.

“Ew,” he mutters, wiping it off with the back of his hand, “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

Then, with a huff of fake annoyance, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out more tokens, dropping them into your son’s palm with a loud clink.

“Don’t spend these all in ten seconds.”

Your son squeals and takes off again, yelling, “THANK YOU DAD YOU’RE THE BEST I’M GONNA WIN A STUFFED BANANA.”

You both watch him sprint toward the claw machine like it’s the Olympics. You’re smiling. Matt’s biting back a laugh.

“I feel like I just got hustled,” he says.

You lean up to kiss his cheek. “You did.”

“Little gremlin’s just like you.”

You smile sweetly. “Flattering, really.”

Matt grins and pulls you closer. “Next time, I’m hiding the tokens in my sock.” You pat his chest. “He’ll find them. He always does.”

And sure enough—barely ten minutes later—your son’s back, empty cup in hand, breathless and beaming.

“OKAY LISTEN,” he pants, “this time I accidentally played air hockey alone, but it still counts because I WON—”

Matt sighs, handing you his wallet without even blinking. You’re barely two sips into your second slushie when he comes running again.

Hair flopping. Sweat on his brow. The gleam of pure, childish determination in his eyes.

“GUYS,” your son pants, practically sliding to a stop in front of you and Matt like a tiny action hero. “IT’S TIME.”

Matt looks at him like he’s about to launch a mission to Mars. “Time for what?”

“The banana,” your son says solemnly, pointing across the arcade like it’s a holy shrine. “I’m gonna win it.”

Matt turns to you slowly. “The banana?”

You nod with a tight-lipped smile. “He’s been talking about it since we walked in.”

It’s hideous, really. A giant, smiling banana with sunglasses, dangling behind the glass of the claw machine like a smug little celebrity.

Matt crouches down to his son’s level again, arms resting on his knees. “Okay, little man. You sure you’re ready for this?”

Your son nods. “I’ve been training.”

Matt squints. “Training?”

“Yeah. I watched two YouTube videos and took a deep breath.”

You nearly snort out your drink. Matt holds up the token cup like a sacred offering. “Then may the odds be ever in your favor, champ.”

Fifteen minutes later, your son is dramatically draped across Matt’s lap, groaning.

“I WAS SO CLOSE. It LIFTED it.”

Matt is gently fanning him with a paper ticket. “I saw. It twitched.”

“It twitched,” your son repeats, whispering it like it was a betrayal.

You’re sitting on the bench beside them, shaking your head. “Babe. You have to do it.”

Matt looks over at you in panic. “Me?”

“Tag in,” you whisper. “Be the hero.”

He stares at the claw machine. Then at the banana. Then down at the tired kid in his lap. With a sigh of fake reluctance and the gravitas of a man going into battle, he stands.

“Alright. Operation Banana is a go.”

One attempt. One perfect grab.

The banana ascends slowly from the pile like it’s being chosen by the heavens themselves. Your son gasps. “HE’S DOING IT.”

You grip your son’s shoulder. “Shhh, don’t scare it.”

And when the claw lets go and the banana drops perfectly into the chute—your son screams.

“LET’S GOOOOOOOOO.”

Matt lifts it up with a smirk, spinning dramatically before presenting it like Simba from The Lion King. You snap a photo. Obviously.

By the time you’re walking out of the arcade, your son is slumped on Matt’s shoulder, completely knocked out, his little fingers tangled in the banana’s fuzzy sunglasses like he’s protecting it in his sleep.

Matt shifts him gently, careful not to jostle him too much. “He’s out cold,” he murmurs, brushing a hand over your son’s hair. “Dreaming of redemption.”

You smile, unlocking the car. “He’s going to wake up and ask where the banana went.”

Matt chuckles, opening the back door and lowering your son into his booster seat with practiced ease. The banana gets carefully tucked in beside him—seatbelt and all, of course.

“He’s gonna try to bring it to breakfast tomorrow,” Matt says, sliding into the passenger seat.

You smirk as you start the engine. “He better not ask you to butter it.”

Matt snorts, tipping his head back against the seat, one hand already resting palm-up on the center console until you slide your fingers into it.

“You’re a menace,” he mumbles.

You squeeze his hand. “You love it.”

His thumb brushes over yours. He looks at you, soft and a little sleepy, voice dropping low.

“I love you more.”

You don’t even need to respond. Just drive—windows down, music low, your son softly snoring in the back, banana still gripped in his lap.

Home is only ten minutes away, but it already feels like you’re there.

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[why-do-you-need-2-know]

More thunderbolts head-cannons

Bob doesn't like needles because they remind him of his past

Walker bonded with Bob by training, as Bob liked the challenge of fighting him without power. Walker is happy to have a fighting partner again

Alexei and Ava love boy bands

Walker is terrified of bugs and will scream if he sees one

Ava loves people watching

The team has shared playlists

The team is banned from many places, such as but not limited to: Dave and Busters, Chuck E Cheese, any place with racecars, multiple bars, especially if they have trivia nights, and most family buffet restaurants

Bob is online friends with Steven Grant, who first met by recommending books to each other

Bucky has a specific way of making his coffee

Yelena has a special way, too, but by the time she's done with hers, it barely counts as coffee with how much sugar and creamer she puts

The fridge is always full as everyone there has a fast metabolism and they ALL get hangry of they do not get there food

John can't spell for sht while Ava and Alexei hand writing is horrible

John has every Captain America merch ( including ones of Sam's) and when asked about it he'll say it for his kid

The team jokily have Alexei and Bucky one of those old people emergency phones for Father's Day

Yelena loves kids' cartoons, especially Steven universe

The tower is never silent and will usually have soft music playing in the background cause silence scares the team

Yelena loves Crocs and have mave multiple jibitz, including each one of the team

The public calls Bob "thunderbolt's puppy" which Bob hates but the rest of the team find this hilarious

Sometimes Bob would just go to mission just to feel apart of team

Bob does not have a driver license or even a permit

Walker loves camping and would try to make the whole team go with him.

The thunderbolts have every social page (thanks to Alexei) and I mean every social page, no matter how niche they are. (Ava runs the tumblr account)

Valentina tried getting the team a PR team but every one of them quit.

John had to make multiple apology videos (I imagine it being like Logan Pauls)

The tower has a wall of love ones of every team member as way of remembering what they are fighting for (there is a photo of the team, Sam Wilson, Ava's dad, Natasha, Steve Rogers, Lamar and more)

Bucky also had to publicly apologize for killing JFK and insisted that he did NOT kill Princess Diana.

John Walker's parents were really strict, which is why he always follow orders.

4/4

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Robin had just gotten out of Steve’s car and was walking towards the doors of Family Video when she heard it. A whimper like the sound of a baby crying.

"Did you hear that?" Robin asked.

"Is this another deaf joke?" Steve asked. "I told you they're only acceptable if they're funny. . .am I going to laugh at this one?"

"No, dingus, I think I heard a baby crying! Turn that thing up!" Robin exclaimed.

"I can't turn it up any louder than this, Robin, I'm not a radio or a drug sniffing - hold on, I think I hear something," Steve said.

They moved to the side of Family Video that wasn't attached to the side of another building. They followed the noise to the dumpster that clung to the wall. Tucked underneath was a crying black haired puppy next to their dead mother and sibling.

"Oh, no, Steve!" Robin exclaimed. "Hey, sweetheart, we're not going to hurt you. Steve, give me your jacket."

"Why does it have to be my jacket?" Steve asked.

"Because I'm rather attached to mine," Robin said.

Steve rolled his eyes but took off his jacket and picked up the puppy, wrapping it up. Robin took the bundle from his arms and walked towards the car.

"Where are you going?" Steve asked.

"We need to take - uh, her to the vet, Steve," Robin said.

"Okay, but Keith said that if we abandon the store again we're fired," Steve said.

"Fuck Keith," Robin scowled.

"Yeah, which I'm probably going to have to do if I want to keep our jobs," Steve said.

"We all have to make our sacrifices," Robin said. "Come on, take one for the team."

"It's Keith, Robin!" Steve scowled, and then his face softened. "Now, if it was Eddie on the other hand. . ."

"I don't want to hear about your fantasies of working underneath him," Robin said. "Which you should tell him, by the way."

"I'll tell Eddie when you tell Vickie," Steve said.

"I've told her already," Robin said.

"Really?" Steve asked, crossing his arms.

Robin stared at him, and he stared back. Robin cursed.

"Damn you, Harrington," Robin said.

The dog in her arms started crying louder and moving around, her cries growing more desperate.

"Yeah, okay, let's get her to the vet," Steve said.

Once they got her to the vet, the doctor gave her a proper check-up and deemed her healthy except for the fact that she was hungry. It was hard to tell what kind of breed she was. The vet guessed something of a yorkie poodle mix, and then he asked if they were keeping her. Robin stared at the small black haired beauty in her arms, and her heart melted as the puppy laid her head right up against her chest while Steve scratched behind her ears.

"Yeah, we're keeping her," Robin said, looking at Steve. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Steve grinned.

Later that evening, Steve and Robin stumbled into the door of their shared apartment. Robin held the dog while Steve carried loads of things that she needed. Well, it was really Steve’s apartment. He got it over the summer when he was kicked out by his parents, but Robin basically lived there, too.

"Okay, you know this means we're going to have to switch to different shifts so someone stays here," Robin said.

"Yeah, I figured that out," Steve said.

"I just want to make sure you were okay with it," Robin said as she cooed at the puppy.

"I think we can handle being away from each for a while," Steve said.

"I'm not sure if I can, though!" Robin exclaimed. "Can't we just bring our child to work?"

"Yeah, Keith let us off the hook today, but I doubt he'll let us bring the dog in the store," he said.

Robin got on the floor with a toy, showing the puppy how to play with it.

"Our other kids come into the store, and Keith doesn't say shit!" Robin exclaimed.

"Because our other kids aren't at risk at peeing on the floor," Steve said.

"How sure are you about that, Steve?" Robin asked.

"Very sure! Their actual parents had them potty trained a long time ago," Steve scoffed.

Steve got on the floor with Robin, flattening all the way out onto his stomach like she did. Steve smiled and shook the toy at the dog, laughing when she attacked it, her little tail wagging.

"You know with her big brown eyes and her dark hair, she kind of looks like. . .," Robin trailed off. "Eddie?"

"That's what I was thinking!" Steve grinned.

"Of course you were," Robin cooed at Steve and then turned to the dog. "Eddie?"

The dog looked at Robin curiously, then bounced over to her and attacked her nose with kisses.

"I think we found her name," Steve said.

"Oh, he's going to love that," Robin said.

A few weeks passed with Robin and Steve working to maintain their new schedules. It was going pretty great. Little Edith was pretty smart and picked up on so much, so it was a breeze teaching her things. Of course, it still left them too busy to do other things. Robin had just left to nap in her new doggy bed in Robin's room when the front door opened.

"Are you sure about this?" Vickie asked.

"They gave us a key for a reason," Eddie said. "There is something going on, and we're going to get to the bottom of this."

"You don't think they're actually fighting, do you?" Vickie asked.

"Why else would they switch shifts?" Eddie asked.

"But it's Steve and Robin!" Vickie exclaimed.

"Can I help you, burglars?" Robin asked, startling them.

"What - what are you doing here?" Eddie asked.

"I live here - officially now," Robin said.

"I thought - you and Steve were having problems because you switched shifts, but you're living here?" Eddie asked.

"I guess you two should be the first to know - Steve and I are with child!" Robin exclaimed.

"What?!" Eddie and Vickie exclaimed.

"I thought you said you weren't interested in that," Vickie said. "With him."

"Oh, at first, yeah, but it turns out that it's a wonderful experience," Robin said with a happy sigh. "We're completely in love."

"Oh," Eddie and Vickie said softly, the sound disappointment clear in their voices.

"Why the long faces?" Robin asked. "This is good news!"

"Yeah, real happy for you," Eddie said bitterly, his eyes blinking back unshed tears.

"Seriously?" Robin asked. "I thought you all of people would be happy about this! This is something you want, too."

"You don't need to keep rubbing salt in the wound, Robin," Vickie said, rubbing Eddie's shoulder. "You told us both that we had nothing to worry about, and then you go and tell us that you're in love with Steve and that you're having his baby!"

"What?! Where did you get that from?!" Robin asked.

"From you! You said that you're with child and that you're in love!" Eddie shrieked and sniffled.

"We got a dog! Steve and I PLATONICALLY got a dog together!" Robin yelled, her eyes wide. "Didn't I say that?"

"No!" Vickie and Eddie yelled.

"Oh, well, I meant to say that," Robin said awkwardly and Eddie burst into relieved sobs. "Sorry."

Eddie's sobs turned into laughter, and Vickie couldn't help but laugh, too. Suddenly, Edith came running into the room, barking.

"There she is!" Eddie exclaimed. "The star of this misunderstanding!"

"Her name is Edith," Robin said.

"Edith, huh?" Eddie's eyes twinkling with mirth.

"She's so tiny," Vickie cooed.

"Yeah, the doctor said she's probably not going to be very big, says he'll be surprised if she makes it to ten pounds," Robin said. "I think she's ready to play again."

A little while later, Steve came home to find Robin, Eddie, and Vickie playing in the living with Edith.

"Hey," Steve grinned.

Robin rushed over to him and leaned over to whisper to him.

"Okay, don't be mad, okay, but I kind of accidentally made them think for a moment that we fell in love and you got me pregnant," Robin said.

"Well, it's not the first time you made someone think that. It probably won't be the last," Steve said.

"Good news, though," Robin grinned. "They're definitely interested in us."

"This day is looking up," Steve smiled softly as he watched them.

"Also, apparently, they meet up a couple of times a week over tea and scones to talk about us," Robin said, and Steve hummed.

"Interesting. . ."

Robin leaned against Steve, the both of them watching Eddie and Vickie sprawl out on the floor much like they do with Edith. Robin bit her lip. Aside from becoming best friends, Robin knew that in this moment, this was the best thing that could have happened to them.

[miiyas]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SATORU !!

for a man who has everything, satorus only wish is to be with you.

wc: 487, fluff, gn reader, not proof read

there isn’t much to give to a man who has everything. being born of the six eyes and limitless, gojo has been spoiled rotten since the very beginning.

satoru loves his birthday and that he makes it known.

receiving gifts from left to right, popping in snacks and sweets, curing his sweet tooth. you can hear his voice down the hall of your classroom, exclaiming a thanks as a small group of students hands him a box of chocolate. the sixth box he’s gotten today.

there’s a radiating aura of carefreeness that creeps closer as your boyfriend skips over to your empty class, kicking the sliding door open and displaying his arms full of gifts.

“look at what everyone gave me ! pretty neat, huh ?”

you blink of from your desk, your mind, once occupied with finishing up a report or three, quickly melts in ease as you see satorus infectious smile.

“you’re gonna get a cavity with all that.”

“so whaat. a simple cavity can’t break me.” satoru kicks a chair over to the front of your desk, dropping all the items down and grinning. he grabs a small box of pocky, ripping it open and popping one in h between his lips as he waves another stick at you.

“what should we do ? should we record ourselves trying all the chocolate and rate them ? it’ll be like a whole mukbang video !”

you take a bite of the stick that was waved to you, savoring the sweetness of the chocolate on your tongue as you place your pen down to mingle with the gifts.

“there’s so many. might as well share with megumi and the kids.”

“nuh uh. these are all f’me ! i was gifted these things, y’know.” satoru retorts back, finishing the other half of the pocky before grabbing another one out of the packet.

there’s a comforting silence that lingers in the air as you dig your hand in the packet for another stick. you snap it between your lips, chewing as you tilt your head up to stare up at the ceiling, thinking mindlessly.

“we could go home,” you mumble and you swear you could see satorus eyes shine from underneath his blindfold, like a puppy dog awaiting its treat. “but, i have this report to finish. then i promised yuji to help him with training ..” your boyfriend deflates, slumping down on his chair with an exaggerated groan.

“this isn’t faaaiirrr !! c’mon, i’ll talk to yaga tomorrow about you leaving early.”

“you know he’s had enough of your excuses.” you chuckle out, reaching for another pocky.

“nah, he’ll hear me out. it is my birthday, after all.”

he’s right. it is his birthday. and for a man who has everything, his only wish is to spend more of his time with you, and to possibly put the pretty ring on your finger as soon as possible.

[halfadiamond]

Puppy Love- Chapter Three

Formerly known as Lost Dog

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For Johnny, he’s been through many tough missions. From missions where his life, or the lives of others, depended on the outcome. Those missions constantly surrounded him with gunfire and shouting. You could describe any type of military mission and he’s probably been through it.

But this?

Where he’s crouched at Simon’s front door because Simon did (unfortunately) take back the key, picking at the lock, slightly hoping nobody calls the police on him or that Simon doesn’t come home unexpectedly.

This has to be one of the hardest missions he’s ever been on.

He’s silently cursing at himself for being an obedient child growing up, taking his mother’s promises to heart and never disobeying. Because now, he’s stuck listening to a video with one ear bud in his ear, trying hard to listen to the person in the video detail how to pick a lock.

The other ear is filled with the constant barking from the other side of the door. Johnny’s seen Riley out on missions, jumping on the enemies and biting their arms, and before he would’ve praised Riley for being a wonderful dog.

But now? Where to Riley, Johnny is considered the enemy for trying to break into his house.

Johnny wants to abort the mission and tell you the truth. That he doesn’t have a dog, and he’s just a man in love.

You seemed nice enough. Maybe you would forgive him and you two could still get to know each other. But the only reason he’s in this situation is because he offered to help train your dog. If he told you the truth, then you might’ve left and went looking for an actual dog trainer.

It’s while he’s considering his options that he hears the door click and he uses the knob to slowly open the door. Before he fully opens the door, he gives the video a quick thumbs up and opens it.

He braces himself for a dog attack where he’ll endure the same treatment that Princess gives him. But it never comes. Instead, Riley begins wagging his tail and wiggling his body slightly, letting out quick barks.

Johnny was glad. Glad because he should’ve remembered that Riley was trained, Princess wasn’t, no matter how much Kyle tried convincing him. You can’t train the devil.

Johnny shut the door and gave Riley some pats as he eyed his surroundings.

Coast was clear.

No obvious obstructions in his vicinity.

The target, the leash and harness, were visible and within arms reach.

Just what Johnny needed. He’s somewhat glad that Simon is such a simple man as he makes a quick reach for the target.

“You wanna go fur a wee walk?”

Johnny said in a playful voice. He didn’t even wait to hear or see Riley’s reaction as he put the harness on him and clipped the leash.

Riley didn’t have a choice. Johnny was a lovesick puppy, and Riley was going to be his wing dog.

It was quick. Grabbing anything that Riley would’ve needed, such as a portable water bowl and the dog poop bags and they were off. Walking towards the park to meet you and Lucky.

—

Riley meeting Lucky was like two long-lost friends meeting again.

The two dog tails hadn’t stopped wagging since they met each other nor when they were walking side by side.

You were amazed by Lucky’s good behavior when he met Riley. Riley walked very confidently and when you looked over at Johnny, you could see how relaxed he was when walking Riley. Like he knew that Riley wouldn’t misbehave while you were terrified of Lucky running off again.

He must’ve spent a lot of time training him. I should work on seeing what else he can share with me.

You thought to yourself, continuing the silent walk between you two.

—

The walk was peaceful, you guys could walk around the whole park before stopping to take a break.

Lucky and Riley were busy drinking water and playing in the grass. You felt like a mom watching your baby play with the other kids. You weren’t sure how Lucky was around other dogs, but you think seeing him react positively to Riley was a great start.

You took another glance at Johnny, seeing his relaxed nature. You knew that you had to see what else he was willing to share with you.

“Say Johnny…?”

Johnny angled his head slightly, giving you his fullest attention.

“Do you have any advice for me? Like I’m worried that I can’t be the owner that Lucky needs.”

You notice how Johnny is quiet for a while before he speaks.

“You just need tae be patient. Teachin’ Riley wasn’t easy. He didn’t want tae learn how tae use the leash, either.”

“Really?”

“Aye. Couldn’t stand it. Always yankin’. Took me a while tae get him tae learn. But I was patient. Anytime he tugged, I stood still. Eventually he learned.”

You took what he said in. Riley seemed like a great dog, so to see that even excellent dogs need a little nudge in the right direction made you feel a bit better. If Johnny could train Riley to be a great dog, then you could too.

Johnny continues.

“You got tae be consistent with your training. Can’t go switchin’ up on Lucky….and use positive reinforcement, dogs learn better when they are rewarded for good behavior.”

“I see… say you wouldn’t know anything about how to get dogs to stop barking or biting on furniture, would you?”

Johnny blinked slightly before speaking slowly.

“Aye…I know a thing or two… Why dinnae we focus on leash trainin’ first?”

“Oh? Okay.”

—

Johnny was screwed. Very screwed.

That’s what he realizes when he’s laying in bed late at night.

At the park, he gave you advice that he could tell you were invested in it.

It all came from an assortment of videos that he pulled an all nighter for.

The story about how Riley struggled on walking with the leash too, and what he did to train him?

That wasn’t entirely false. Riley did struggle slightly on the leash but Simon was the one who trained him. Johnny was just the one listening to Simon talk about it.

Johnny had to face the harsh truth.

He was lying out of his ass. He didn’t know anything about dogs other than they pee and poop.

But he still thinks that you two are managing to get something out of it.

He’s getting the chance to know you better through the walking sessions.

You’re learning more about how to train Lucky.

A win win for the both of you, if he could say so himself.

However, now?

Where you’re asking him for advice on excessive barking and biting on the furniture?

He can’t help but think as he reaches for his phone:

Lucky me. Get to pull another all nighter.

Made a new divider 😊 by the time this chapter is uploaded I should have all the chapters with the new divider

The reason why I take forever to update is that I suck at dialogue. I feel like a robot writing dialogue 🤖 and trying to do Johnny’s accent is killing me that’s why I go simple

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I’m really liking the title Puppy Love maybe I’m sticking with that one, credit goes to @/just-lost-inbetween-worlds (thanks so much! Wasn’t sure how you felt about being tagged so I put the /)

[holyblonded]

What is Estrella's relationship with Jenni like? Since Ale and Jenni have history together

idk if estrella was around when alexia and jenni were dating but let’s say she was for this hc!

— estrella and jenni have that playful but slightly chaotic older sibling-younger sibling dynamic. jenni has always known estrella since she was a little kid hanging around la masia, and she loves to remind her of it.

— “i remember when you were this tiny and used to follow us around like a lost puppy.” estrella rolls her eyes every time, “i don’t recall.”

— jenni definitely used to mess with estrella back in the day, making up fake drills just to see if she’d do them. estrella fell for it once and has never forgiven her.

— despite the teasing, jenni has always looked out for her. whenever estrella trained with the first team as a kid, jenni made sure she wasn’t too overwhelmed and that the older players weren’t going too hard on her.

— their banter is top-tier. jenni will say something outrageous, and estrella immediately fires back with something even worse.

— when jenni left barça, estrella acted like she didn’t care, but when she saw her wearing another club’s jersey for the first time, she grimaced so hard that aitana asked if she was in pain.

— if they face each other on the pitch, estrella goes at her like she’s the final boss in a video game. jenni just laughs and trash-talks back, calling her “la princesa” just to piss her off more.

— the history between jenni and alexia? estrella definitely knows about it but never brings it up. ever.

— jenni definitely texts estrella sometimes just to say “tell your mother i said hi ;)” and estrella immediately blocks her.

— despite everything, estrella has mad respect for jenni. she won’t admit it outright, but she learned a lot watching her play, and she adores the way jenni never backs down from a fight.

— whenever they cross paths now, jenni still ruffles estrella’s hair like she’s ten years old. estrella complains, but deep down? she kind of loves it.

[sevasey51]

At Mollys Connor and Y/N are with her brothers (maybe some people from gore and PD). Charlie is with them and he alerts Y/N and Connor to an incoming episode.

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Charlie’s Cue

Summary: At Molly’s with family and friends, a laid-back night turns serious when Charlie—Y/N and Connor’s loyal golden retriever—alerts to an oncoming POTS episode. What starts as a fun evening quickly becomes a demonstration of love, awareness, and the power of a well-trained medical alert dog.

It was one of those rare Chicago nights—cool, breezy, and clear—where everything felt still for a minute. Molly’s patio was strung with lights, the kind that made the wood tables glow soft and warm. Laughter filled the air. At the corner table sat a familiar group: Connor and Y/N, her brothers Will and Jay, Kelly and Matt, Kevin, Adam, and even Voight, who—surprisingly—didn’t mind sharing a round of drinks with the rest.

Charlie lay curled under the table, tail thumping occasionally whenever someone dropped a piece of food or reached down to give him a scratch. He was a golden retriever with a service vest clipped on, medical alert dog lettering clear on the side. Most people thought he was just a good dog—well-behaved, loyal. But for Y/N, he was so much more.

She had been smiling a minute ago. Laughing at something Adam had said about Burgess’s terrible karaoke performance last weekend. Connor had his arm over the back of her chair, occasionally rubbing her shoulder. She looked okay.

Until Charlie shifted.

Connor noticed it first. Charlie’s entire demeanor changed—ears alert, eyes locked on Y/N, and then he nosed her leg and let out a soft whine.

Connor straightened instantly. “Babe?” he asked, already sliding closer.

Y/N blinked slowly, swaying just enough to make Jay glance her way. “I—I think it’s coming,” she whispered, gripping the edge of the table. “Charlie picked it up before I did.”

Charlie now stood, nuzzling her hand insistently, as if begging her to lie down. Matt and Kelly had gone quiet. Will was already out of his seat, rounding the table to kneel beside her.

“I’ve got her,” Connor said gently, already guiding her out of the chair. “We’ll move inside.”

“No, I can stay out here—” Y/N tried, voice shaky.

“Sweetheart,” Connor interrupted softly. “You’re pale. You’re starting to slump. We’re going inside, okay?”

She didn’t argue after that.

Jay stood protectively behind them while Connor and Will helped her into the quieter part of the bar. Voight cleared a space without saying a word. He knew that look on her face: the one she wore before her body betrayed her.

Inside, she was lowered onto one of the padded benches. Charlie curled protectively at her feet.

“Pulse is fast,” Will murmured as he checked her radial. “She’s dry. You guys have the emergency kit with fluids?”

Connor nodded. “Always in the car.”

“I’ll grab it,” Jay said before anyone else could move.

Connor knelt in front of her, placing a hand on her cheek. “You’re doing great. Just focus on me, okay?”

Y/N closed her eyes. “I hate this.”

“I know, baby.” He brushed a strand of hair off her forehead. “But you’ve got us. And Charlie caught it before it got ugly.”

When Jay returned with the emergency bag, Will started prepping a liter of saline. Connor checked her pupils and blood pressure. “We’re gonna get ahead of this one. You caught it early.”

Y/N managed a small, tired smile. “Charlie caught it.”

Connor gave the golden retriever a fond look. “You’re getting an entire steak later, buddy.”

Once fluids were running and Y/N began to feel grounded again, the group slowly trickled in one by one to check on her. Adam brought her a ginger ale. Kevin pulled out his phone to distract her with puppy videos. Voight nodded and simply said, “Tough kid.”

She leaned into Connor, resting against him on the booth bench, IV running, head on his shoulder. “Sorry for ruining the night.”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” Will said with a shrug. “You’re our sister.”

“And my wife,” Connor added. “And we go where you go. Even if it’s to a booth with IVs and Charlie being the real MVP.”

Charlie gave a small tail wag and rested his head gently on Y/N’s lap, still alert, always ready.

[archivallyminded]

Modern Day Easy Company Headcanons

🍳 Winters

Literally cannot understand influencers. “You mean people get paid to talk into a phone?”

Writes down To Do Lists on paper. In cursive. You try to introduce him to the "Notes" app. He acknowledges it approvingly, then proceeds to never use it.

Accidentally becomes a motivational speaker on TikTok after someone posts a video of him saying, “Discipline is kindness.”

Has zero social media presence, which makes him even more mysterious to the social media crowd. Some crazed fans try to hunt him down in Pennsylvania. Finds him on his porch with a reserved face but massive side eye. Tries to use Google Maps once, but keeps saying “I already know where I’m going,” and gets lost twice. Eventually learns everything there is to know about it and becomes a Google Maps expert.

Secretly loves noise-cancelling headphones. No one talking. Peace. Heaven.

🥃 Nixon

Thinks the apocalypse has already happened when he sees a Travis Scott meal at McDonald's.

Lives on craft whiskey and kombucha now. Calls it “balanced living.”

Runs a podcast called “Drunk History, but I Was Actually There.”

Has an on-again, off-again relationship with social media. His Twitter is pure chaos. Has three dating apps. Ghosts women on all of them after flirting hard for three days straight.

Went on a gay dating app once "out of curiosity."

Buys a Keurig, breaks it in three days, goes back to boiling water like it’s 1943.

Calls coffee pods "a scam;" Luz notes this is only because he doesn't know how to use them.

😐 Speirs

The gym bros worship him. Accidentally becomes a viral fitness personality with the tagline: “Train like you’re at war.”

Hates all his "fans" with a passion. Calls them all "neckbeards" unironically.

Refuses to talk to Siri or Alexa. “I don’t take orders from machines.”

Got banned from Twitter for tweeting “I’ve killed before and I’ll kill again”

Shows zero emotion when playing Call of Duty. Gets a perfect K/D every time.

Also hates the twelve year old kids who call him a "legend" for it.

Is the only one who instinctively knows how to work a VPN. No one questions it.

📸 Luz

Thriving on TikTok. He’s got 2 million followers and a chaotic following called “#EasyBabies.”

Invents “WWII drip” fashion: Gets sponsored by thrift stores and a vintage boot company. Almost gets cancelled for it.

Hosts “Reacting to the 21st Century” YouTube series.

Cries watching "Up."

Once livestreamed a fight between Speirs and a Roomba. It ended in tragedy (For the Roomba).

Has absolutely used a ring light and done at least three trending TikTok dances.

Also got travel to festivals reimbursed as a "VIL"- Very Important Luz.

📚 Lipton

Mom friend.

Has a bullet journal.

Makes everyone breakfast.

Tells them to hydrate.

Still takes Buzzfeed quizzes like it's 2016.

Volunteers at an animal shelter and cries when puppies lick his face.

Gently bullies Winters into eating chia seeds for heart health.

Has a very calming ASMR YouTube channel about emotional regulation. No one knows it's him.

🎧 Malarkey

Obsessed with Spotify. Makes Themed Playlists for Every Emotion™.

Hates Apple Music. Do not ask him why.

Loves ChatGPT.

Has 40 selfies with dogs on his phone. Zero shame.

Constantly tries to get Winters to wear something other than brown. “Live a little, sir.”

Nearly got in a fistfight with a child who said “History is boring" ("YEAH-WELL. YOU'RE BORING, KID.").

🧨 Toye & Guarnere

Together 90% of the time.

The other 10% is Toye breaking something and Guarnere screaming about it.

LOATHES current politics. Both of them.

Have a joint TikTok account called “@TwoLimbsShort”. All jokes are slightly inappropriate but wildly beloved.

Guarnere got a prosthetic leg with a flask built into it. “For emergencies.”

Toye secretly goes to hot yoga. He's only able to do half the poses, but secretly just likes the workout and people leaving him alone, as well as the dimming of the lights and laying on his mat at the end of the class.

Both were banned from Costco for “using mobility scooters as combat vehicles.” Guarnere attempts to sue them for discrimination while Toye desperately tries to get him to "Let it go."

🧁 Perconte

Becomes a skincare and beauty influencer overnight.

Owns a satin pillowcase. Preaches about it.

Lowkey the most tech-savvy after Speirs. Has a Discord server. No one knows what it’s for. He shoots them a look and tells them not to ask.

Reviews modern MREs like Gordon Ramsay. “This tastes like surrender.”

Works part-time at Lush even though he doesn't have to. Smells incredible at all times and uses their tooth-whitening mints that were discontinued in 2011. Don't ask him how he got them.

🗡️ Joe Liebgott

Runs on caffeine, rage, and seething empathy he pretends doesn’t exist.

Says he doesn’t care about anything but is feral about human rights on Twitter.

Absolutely attends human rights marches and anyone who claims he's "too woke" he just looks at them and deadpans, "Because I care about the human race?"

Works as a barber or tattoo artist.

Lowkey has the best fashion. It’s “accidental hot guy in a band” energy. Wears black and silver rings like armor.

Has a switchblade in his glove compartment and a soft spot for stray cats. Secretly halfway to being a crazy cat lady despite living in a small yet cozy apartment.

Constantly says, “I’m not a romantic,” while doing something romantic.

Refuses to switch over to non-dairy alternatives until he's diagnosed with IBS and realizes why he's so thin. Becomes a convert and low key cries because he can actually keep his acid reflux in check.

🕯️ Doc Roe

Mysterious forest boyfriend energy.

Listens to too much Paris Paloma and Hozier, to the point where even if you like them you beg him to please play something a little bit more upbeat.

Has an Android and refuses to explain why.

You turn around and he’s suddenly in the kitchen making you tea and reading Wuthering Heights.

Doesn’t own social media, but somehow knows everything because everyone confides in him.

Plant Daddy.

Lived in Bali for a term in school and refuses to shut up about it.

Cooks when you’re stressed. Sits beside you without speaking until you say what’s wrong.

Unfortunately never throws out a pair of Birkenstocks; even the ones he's had for 10 plus years.

Only wears earth tones. Smells like cedarwood and unspoken trauma.

Teaches French in the French Immersion program near you, but only teaches questionably grammatically correct Cajun French, leading to gentle prodding by the Principal for him to "continue to follow the syllabus."

Nods, but continues to speak Cajun French because it's "more real."

🥺 Babe Heffron

Refuses to use voice-to-text because “I don’t want Siri hearin’ my business.”

Has a sticker-covered phone case you bought him. It says “Property of Babe's Babe.” Beat up a guy who made fun of him for it.

Is also concerned about targeted ads.

Absolutely has recreated the run up the "Rocky steps" in downtown Philly.

Obsessed with emoji reactions. Replies “🥺” to literally everything you send.

Walks you to the door every single time. Every single time.

Thinks your Spotify Wrapped is a window into your soul. Cries a little.

Will always offer you the last bite, even if it physically pains him.

[fedrifan78]

req for a one shot where ferran has baby fever every time he looks at pedri interacting with kids

[ofc they’ve been dating for a while alr]

“are you ready?”

masterlist requested by: @facesblurry summary: ferran has baby fever. word count: 1054 genre: fluff

Ferran never used to notice babies. Not on planes, not in restaurants, not in the stands when the match ended and players carried their toddlers around in mini kits. He didn’t coo or stop walking or nudge whoever was next to him and say, look at that one. But lately… lately, something had shifted.

It started innocently. A teammate brought his daughter to training one afternoon, waddling around the pitch in a little dress and clutching a juice box with both hands. Ferran barely glanced at her. Until she turned, smiled up at him, and shouted, “Hola!”

His heart didn’t stand a chance.

That night, he found himself scrolling through Instagram reels of babies mispronouncing words or hugging puppies. The algorithm caught on fast. The next day, Ferran caught himself lingering too long outside a baby clothing store, eyeing a set of tiny shoes that looked exactly like the ones Pedri wore sometimes.

He told himself it was nothing. Just a phase. A hormonal episode. Maybe he needed more sleep.

But then Pedri walked into their apartment wearing one of Ferran’s hoodies, fresh out of the shower, hair still damp and curling, and Ferran couldn’t stop staring. His brain short-circuited.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Pedri asked, tugging the sleeves over his hands and flopping on the couch.

“Nothing,” Ferran said quickly, tossing his phone aside. “Just thinking.”

Pedri narrowed his eyes. “About what?”

Ferran opened his mouth, shut it again, then stood. “Do you want coffee? I’m making coffee.”

“You’re deflecting,” Pedri called after him. “And you never drink coffee.”

Ferran boiled the water anyway. His hands were shaking slightly.

The next time they kissed, Ferran pulled back halfway through, stared at Pedri’s mouth, and blurted, “Would you want kids?”

Pedri froze. “What?”

“Not now,” Ferran said, panicking. “Not like, tomorrow. Just someday.”

Pedri sat up, rubbing a hand through his hair. “That’s random.”

“I know,” Ferran said. “I just… I saw this video earlier. There was this dad feeding his baby, and the baby kept spitting the food back out and laughing, and the dad just looked so… happy. Like it was the best thing that ever happened to him.”

Pedri blinked slowly. “You cried at a baby video, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t cry,” Ferran mumbled. “I teared up. Slightly.”

Pedri was silent for a beat, then said softly, “You want to be a dad.”

Ferran groaned and buried his face in Pedri’s chest. “I don’t know. I think I do. I think I’m freaking out.”

Pedri curled a hand behind Ferran’s neck. “Why would that freak you out?”

“Because I don’t even know if that’s something I can have,” Ferran said, voice muffled. “With the job. The pressure. And you. I don’t know if it’s something you’d ever want. Or if I’m selfish for wanting it with you.”

Pedri didn’t speak for a long time. Just ran his hand slowly down Ferran’s back, drawing patterns with his fingertips.

“I’ve thought about it,” he said eventually. “But it’s not something I let myself think about often. You know. Because of the same reasons.”

Ferran lifted his head. “But have you thought about it with me?”

Pedri’s gaze didn’t waver. “Yeah. I have.”

Ferran’s throat closed. “You’re sure?”

Pedri gave him a small smile, brushing a curl away from his forehead. “You’d be a really good papá, Ferri.”

“I’d lose my mind,” Ferran said immediately. “I’d be that parent who keeps every drawing. I’d film everything too.”

Pedri laughed. “You already do that with my interviews.”

“You’re cute when you talk about football,” Ferran said defensively.

“You’re worse when I talk about you in them.”

Ferran sat back, grinning. “I take pride in that.”

They didn’t talk about it much after that. At least not directly. But the shift was there. Ferran watched Pedri hold a teammate’s baby after a match and felt his whole chest bloom. Pedri looked a little nervous at first, but then the baby giggled and tugged at his collar, and he smiled wide, easy, warm.

That night, Ferran saved the clip someone had posted of it. Watched it three times in bed.

“You’re obsessed,” Pedri said, crawling in beside him.

“Can you blame me?” Ferran replied, showing him the screen. “Look at you. That smile.”

Pedri rolled his eyes and slid under the covers. “You’re unbearable.”

“You love me.”

“I do,” Pedri said without hesitation.

Ferran turned off the phone. His chest felt full again, but not in the scary way. Just full.

It wasn’t until a month later, during an interview, that Ferran saw it written on Pedri’s face too.

They were being asked about life outside football, and Pedri said something about being happy, about feeling grounded. The interviewer joked about family, and Ferran watched Pedri glance sideways, eyes flicking to where Ferran was sitting off camera. It was half a second.

But Ferran knew him. He saw it.

Afterward, as they walked back to the car, Ferran took Pedri’s hand without a word.

“Was it obvious?” Pedri asked.

“Only to me,” Ferran said.

Pedri looked relieved. “Good.”

“You still want to wait, right?” Ferran asked quietly. “For all of it. The talking. The planning. The figuring it out.”

“Yeah,” Pedri said. “But I don’t want to pretend I don’t want it.”

Ferran squeezed his hand. “Same.”

They were still young. Still playing at the highest level. Still figuring out who they were and what they wanted in the quiet moments between matches and training sessions and the noise of the world.

But sometimes, in the morning, Ferran would wake up and find Pedri curled into his side, face soft, arms wrapped around Ferran’s waist, and all he could think about was what it would feel like to wake up to this ten years from now, with a small human kicking both of them in the ribs.

And sometimes, when Ferran pressed a kiss to Pedri’s temple and whispered goodnight, Pedri would open one eye and say, “I wonder if our kids would be like you or me.”

Ferran would kiss him again, smiling. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Pedri would grin. “Not bad. Just dangerous.”

And Ferran… Ferran would fall asleep feeling like maybe, just maybe, the future wasn’t as far away as it seemed.

- sofía ✎ᝰ.

[zoniteillusion-pyritedreams]

Can do a reading for enhypen jake like sunghoon and sunoo too? It’s so interesting!

Ok. If you guys have never watched the Korean movie love and wishes I need you to watch it I think it's still on netflix. Because 100% that is the vibe this man is giving. Also I love how unhinged Engene's are. Several of you guys have asked for reading on Jake and like two or three of them were a little bit more unhing so I went with the most not unhinged ask but like I'm here for the energy keep it up.

But Jake is Jung Ji-Hoo & wants his Jung Ji-Woo.

✦ What Attracts Jake of ENHYPEN the Most ✦

(featuring , TXT’s “Cat & Dog,” and a little nostalgic Rugrats chaos)

"I just wanna be your dog… woof woof!"

Listen, Aphrodite’s cackling. Jake didn’t even try to hide it this time. This reading? Unhinged adorable.

He’s got that golden retriever energy tail-wagging, heart-throbbing, lovesick and loyal but there’s a spicy side buried under the boyish grin. He doesn’t just want to be petted… he wants to be trained.

ASTRO DEEP DIVE

A mess of need, charm, and lowkey submissiveness wrapped in sunshine and ambition.

Leo + Sol (Reversed): Golden boy complex, but secretly insecure. Wants someone who makes him feel like the center of the universe without him asking.

Mercury Reversed: Overthinks flirting. Probably has a full paragraph in his notes app he never sent.

Jupiter: Big lover, big dreamer, big… energy. Needs someone who expands him philosophically and physically.

Aquarius + Virgo Mars: Idealistic and detail-obsessed. Wants someone unique, a little weird, but also in control. Probably into bossy nerds.

Saturn Reversed: Lowkey daddy issues. He wants discipline, structure but not from himself. From you.

Like yeah. This man wants you to wish him I'm not kidding I cannot reiterate this enough love and leashes 2022 I've watched that movie multiple times I absolutely loved it. That movie just kept popping into my head being tired how we're doing this reading. I mean the scene where he sits there and he goes up to her and he's like I want you to treat me like a dog. The scene where he buys her high heels pick them on her and then has her step on him and he is euphoric as hell. I'm talking where she sits there and quite literally whips him in the office after hours or when they go to the hotel and she's like petting him telling you what to do Exedra and then he starts barking out of control. That's The Vibes that Jake gives.

He want you to discipline him. He wants to spend most of his time on his knees and with his head in between your thighs. Like muncher Jake kind of feels Canada at this point I've definitely have seen the Fanfictions and the hard thoughts of this man where it's like he would live in between your thighs and this reading is basically like that he would. Matter of fact he would live at her feet.

Oracle of the Roses Breakdown

This boy is a puppy who wants to be housebroken by an older woman in heels, Period.

The Jester + The Gambler: Loves teasing. Flirty banter. Mischief. Be playful, unpredictable, and just a little cruel (he likes it).

The Healer + The Liberator: He wants to be understood. Emotionally babied. Set free from his own pressure.

The Hero + The Ruler: He worships confidence. He wants to be your knight but also your obedient little knight-in-training.

The Storyteller (Reversed) + The Self (Reversed): He can lose himself in fantasy especially if it’s your story he gets to live in.

The Artist + The Alchemist (Reversed): Messy romantic. Craves a muse and a mentor someone who sees his heart and sculpts his mind.

The Loner: He might come off social, but emotionally? He’s selective. He wants a partner who gets his quiet days too.

The Pioneer: He’s into people who do things differently especially women who confidently walk off the beaten path in stilettos.

Also I kept thinking of the videos that you'll find if you happen to be on Xiaohongshu especially like the fully Asian side. As someone who's had an account there for years you would constantly see footage there's like three couples specifically who do this of like a woman and man going out together and they're like at the club or they're at home and she's just sitting there and like pouring champagne into his mouth while he's looking up Asian flush absolutely looks wrecked. Sometimes I'll be him sitting there and like teary eyed crying it's normally couples who do this because of the fact that like the boyfriends are so God damn attractive and people just love hot men with muscles being down bad and yearning for their girlfriends.

Like I don't know if that's like a huge thing that people are into in other countries. And I can't say everyone in China is into it but I do know that like my family members my cousins and my friends who still live there 100% that's like the type of men that they're into and that's the type of lives that Jake gives off. Like he's a hot dude but he's like the definition of like a loser and a hot guy's body but like in the best way possible. Like he's SIMPING over and for his girlfriend. Is also giving he likes being edged and bought two tears and it also turns him on a little bit if you like record his face during it or after it and post it up like he kind of likes that through a little bit. Like there's no sound or anything it's just like you holding his face with one of your hands and he's just like crying biting his lip and little do anyone know it's not just like you putting on a show it's quite literally because you're edging this man. It feeds that part of him that wants you to be mean to him, while also feeding the part of him that wants you to discipline him.

TAROT TEA

This spread is so Jake-coded it hurts: a soft-core devotion fantasy laced with a hint of chaos.

The Sun + Nine of Cups: You make him happy? You become his whole world. Like, doodling your name on his sneakers level loyal.

Eight of Cups Reversed + Four of Swords: He doesn’t want to walk away. Once he’s attached? It’s done. He’s emotionally yours.

Ace of Wands Reversed + Knight of Wands: He's got desire but also restraint. He wants someone to unleash it.

Page of Swords + Page of Cups: Curious. Sweet. A little shy. Give him a reason to look up from his phone and blush.

Three of Cups: He wants someone who’s fun in a group and filthy in private.

Hanged Man Reversed + Hierophant Reversed: Unconventional love. Probably into situationships with emotional depth and unspoken rules.

Queen of Swords Reversed: He wants to be emotionally dominated. Talk down to him but lovingly. Make him earn affection.

Seven of Wands + Magician Reversed + Strength Reversed: He’ll fight for love but needs permission to lead. His confidence? Brittle. Reassure him, then wreck him.

Five of Pentacles Reversed + Five of Swords + Seven of Swords Reversed: He has abandonment fears and a people-pleasing streak. He’s used to being left behind don’t make it easy for him to spiral.

King of Swords + The Fool Reversed: He dreams of being your protector but needs you to take the first step. If you lead? He’ll follow everywhere.

Yeah full submissive puppy. He has no problem with being a little dominant a little control but only if you give him permission to do so. In terms of The situationship Vibes I also feel like that's because again he has very brittle emotions and abandonment issues so I feel like for him it's more of a it's so much easier for him to just get to situation with people who are slightly emotionally unavailable. But still feed into his need of being "forced " or "bullied". He also just has me to be a dumb puppy to not think no thoughts just listen do whatever you say. Because of this I also feel like that's why he gets into situation ships.

He genuinely gets into situation trips primarily while overseas. It's giving he never gets into the situation ships while in Korea because it can get messy. But he'll get into situation shifts while they're on tour because he's only going to be at that place for like 1 to 2 days. It's giving he has contacts in these places people he's friends with exedra will find people to take care of him. Not to mention he kind of likes the risk like Aphrodite was definitely giving me the Vibes like these people know he's a celebrity they're well aware of the fact that he's an idol but they'll never say anything because they like the idea and the power they have over him it's the whole oh look at you you little whiny baby boy imagine what it would be like if your fans or other people knew what you were like. Like that kind of bullying and it would it's the thrill of it that turns him and those people on.

PHYSICALLY...

He’s into older, confident, and intentional women. Think sharp eyeliner, silky skin, perfume that smells like honey and power. He notices posture, the way you carry yourself, the way your eyes narrow when you’re about to scold him.

Loves long fingers, I'm pretty acrylic nails , smirks, and the kind of walk that makes a room fall silent. Someone with a voice that purrs when she says, "Come here, Jake.”

PERSONALITY-WISE...

He’s soft for nurturing but is obsessed with control just not his own.

Give him structure. Give him teasing. Make him wait, beg, behave. Reward him with praise and affection.

He’ll be loyal forever. He’ll learn everything you like and do it better next time.

WOULD HE DATE A CELEBRITY OR A FAN?

Honestly? He’s more likely to fall for a non-famous person.

He would also want you to be a fan. I feel like with most celebrities they don't want to date a fan but with him I think that power Dynamic would turn him on so much. Like you're a fan of him and his group but you're the one in charge so it flips the whole idol fan narrative. He would be even more turned on if he wasn't even your favorite number. I'm talking any of the other Enhypen members is your bias and you let him know that it would absolutely Brick City this man would get so hard if you sat there and high key degraded him while hyping up his member.

He's full on giving masochistic vibes. I kind of feel like he's a bit of a masochist just not an extreme one more of a soft masochist. Like you have to destroy him tear him down and then built him back up even making me happy. He just wants to be your stupid little dumb Himbo.

But if dates a celebrity. Its gonna be someone who treats him like your favorite intern that they secretly spoil and seduce? 100% think American Rejects Dirty Little Secret that's what he wants. He wants you to be like I'll keep you my dirty little secret if he dates a celebrity like he doesn't even want you to acknowledge him. Again sit there and act like you have no clue who the hell he is Mariah Carey when they asked her do you know JLo and she's like I don't know who that woman is and he would absolutely be waiting for you on his knees collar on leash in mouth.

Jake wants to be your dog. Your prince. Your obedient little sunshine with a big heart and bigger... intentions.

He needs someone who commands the room and coos his name like a secret.

Someone who sees his softness as strength, but still puts a leash on him when he gets too eager.

And when you call him "baby boy”?

He’ll bark.

[so-god-awful]

TD Headcanons - Reboot Gen

Ripper and Chase have asked Damien for the N-word pass. Damien said absolutely not, so Ripper and Chase tried again the following week. They think they can exhaust his declining. They can not.

Everyone except Priya and Nichelle did/got forced into some type of youth sport. Priya had no youth sport because she was busy training. Nichelle was busy being a child star.

Priya's not book *stupid* by any definition, but I feel like she should have massive school knowledge gaps. Her parents definitely homeschooled her to give her as much training time as possible and they skipped like half of the material. That girl has no sex-ed, she can only name two wars (the WWs), and she can not name one Enduring Issue. Millie finds out about this and tries to speed teach her to make up for it.

MK enjoys scamming little kids with trades on Roblox Adopt Me. Yes, she has the mega glow unicorn. She has had her roblox account banned so many times and will never change. Chase has also been banned from roblox but it was for bullying instead of scamming.

Zee doesn't make up stories about his leg for people in his real life. His friends out of the show know he was just born without and help supply new lies for him to tell.

Axel's four brothers are split on whether to repect or fear her for being so committed. Which side they're on for the day is decided that morning. It can be and has been changed in the middle of the day. But they do appreciate having a physical threat against people and a person to open bottles for them.

Julia and Chase had their faking sick act down pact for elementary school. Chase still uses it to get out of obligations. Nichelle also had her faking sick routine down but missed so much school for child star reasons that she rarely ever had to fake sick.

Ripper is on his school's wrestling team (don't ask how he hasn't been kicked off for too many deciplines) and all his teammates quiver in fear before practice all season because nobody wants to be partners with Ripper. Nobody wants to roll around on the ground with him.

Before the second season, to be normal, Scary Girl went to a zoo (where normal people are) and decided to dress like the first person she saw. It was a zoo keeper and that's why she pulls up with the beige button-up, beiger shorts, and work boots.

Julia babysits, but her definition of babysitting consists of giving the kid her old tablet so it doesn't bother her and going through the house's cabinet for snacks. She only babysits for the good person points.

Damien tutors for middle schoolers. He's almost as confused by middle schoolers as he was by the td contestants. He's borderline scared of his school's sixth graders.

Caleb took first-aid classes at some point in his life. He did people's off camera first aid during the second season when the med tent was empty. Hint: there was never staff in that med tent.

Zee turns chip bags inside out and licks them to get all the salt.

Millie's family keeps English springer spaniels. They're purebred. They're pedigree. Bowie has a whippet. I think it matches his vibe. Ripper was really excited when his family got a mastiff puppy because he thought he would end up with a huge bully dog. He was very disappointed when his dog turned out to be lazy and not aggressive. Raj has a Golden retriever and Wayne has a bernese mountain dog and they walk them together.

Julia has a ragdoll cat, half for the aesthetics. There's a bell on her collar so Julia can hear if she's coming into a video she's not supposed to be in. Nichelle has a Devon Rex cat. He walks on a leash and gets in the way of her home workouts before season two.

[midnight--sadness]

Brilliant poll on which stallion will win the gihussy marathon 🥰

Now some will say kim (mercenary) for his built or salesman for his maniacal tendency, but my vote is for junho because:

1. he's a Hwang. it's in the gene

2. in s1 his determination almost single handedly ended squid game

3. have we seen how he looks at gihun? boy's yearning

4. i wanna see inho suffer. got his kidney and his crush stolen by his lil bro

5. Junho works out like crazy to get that bod so we know he got stamina

6. In my mind his taste is always towards older people. it may be through experience because he hangs out with his brother's friends since little and some of them he develop puppy crush on.

7. Endurance ain't all about who lasts long but also the ✨aftercare✨.among gihun's harem i see junho as the most attentive

i hard agree on all of this!!! 🙏🫶

i actually didn't know who i'd pick in the poll, but it'd def be one of the younger kids, maybe daeho since that marine training had to count for something, but you are so right abt junho! 💖😩

every workout video wi hajoon posts on insta is proof of his stamina djfnvfjdfnvj junho can hold out for loooooong time 👀