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Last Minute Driver (Part 2)

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Pairing: Female F1 Driver x Oscar Piastri Genre: Enemies to lovers, slow burn, F1 AU, angst & fluff Warnings: Mild language, competitive tension, emotional vulnerability, high-speed flirting Summary: Thrown into the F1 world as the sport’s only female driver, she’s not here to play nice. But when fierce rivalry with Oscar Piastri starts to blur the lines between hate and something dangerously close to desire, both are forced to question: is this just competition, or something more?

Contains:Lots of banter, unexpected moments of softness ,the occasional crash (emotional and otherwise)

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for all the love and support on the first part — I honestly didn’t expect that kind of reaction, and it means the world to me! 💖 If you’d like to see a Part 3 (maybe with a little more spice 👀), feel free to let me know in the comments! Your feedback keeps me writing, and I already have some ideas brewing... 😉

English isn’t my first language, so thanks for your patience with any mistakes! 💖

Your arrival in Monaco passed quicker than you expected. The city welcomed you like a spoiled little prince(ss): narrow streets, flashy cars, and that sparkling sea view—it all started showing off right away. The team car picked you up from the terminal and took you to the hotel in a short but dazzling ride. The room was spacious, bright, and its balcony overlooked the marina directly. It was real... your first Monaco weekend on the grid had begun.

Before unpacking, you went to the window. It was noisy outside, but inside, there was only silence. Not fear, not excitement... just that familiar race week tension. Just as you were about to flop onto the bed, your phone buzzed.

Oscar: Don’t tell me Monaco already stole your heart. You’re not skipping sim practice tomorrow, right? 9 AM sharp. Don’t make me come drag you out of bed.

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your lips curled up.

You: Please. If anyone’s skipping, it’s you. I’ve seen how "motivated" you get when it’s early morning and no cameras are around.

Oscar: Rude. I’m trying to be responsible here. You said you wouldn’t bail, remember? Imola. Sim room. You, me, bad jokes, and lap times.

You: I remember. I just didn’t think you’d be this eager to lose.

Oscar: Oh, I’m counting on it. But if I do lose, you’re buying coffee after.

You: Deal.

The next morning. You’d woken up before your alarm. Not tired, just... more alert. You put on something simple, but paused a bit longer in front of the mirror. A little mascara, a natural shade on your lips. "Not dressing up—just freshening up," you told yourself. This wasn’t a race with Oscar, but it counted as a warm-up.

When you entered the sim room, Oscar was already there. Not in the seat, though—he was leaning against the wall, water bottle in hand, watching you.

"Wow," he said, scanning you head to toe. "Either it’s the Monaco air or it’s you... but one of you is definitely looking extra good this morning."

You tried not to smile. Failed. "If you came here to flirt, you’re in the wrong room, Romeo. This is sim training."

"Flirting is my default mode," he said with a mock-wink. "But fine, sim time."

You sat down together at your setups. The track wasn’t real, but the adrenaline felt the same. From the wheel vibrations to brake pressure—it was all a serious rehearsal.

"You still take right-handers a bit too aggressively," you said at one point.

"I drive with passion. Don’t critique my art," he replied.

At the end of the session, you glanced at your lap time. Oscar peeked over and smiled.

"0.05 seconds?" you squinted. "Seriously?"

"Well... you made the deal. Loser buys coffee. I’m just honoring the terms," you said, shrugging and trying to hide your grin.

Oscar tilted his head, a sly smile on his lips. "That’s sneaky. I respect it."

By the time you finished, you both felt more relaxed. It wasn’t serious, but it was useful. And most importantly, it seemed like you both enjoyed the flirty tension. As you walked out, Oscar stepped closer.

"Think you’ll be just as good on the real track tomorrow?"

"I might’ve answered, but the words 'real track' made me laugh a little."

"Say what you want," he said with a look that almost passed for a wink. "But I’ll have coffee ready. Maybe you’ll owe me one after the race, who knows?"

Back at the hotel, you wanted to crash onto the bed but remembered media day and sighed.

When you opened your wardrobe, your first thought was: "Not too bold, not too plain." A pair of high-waisted black trousers and an elegant crop top would do. Your makeup was a little more defined—some eyeshadow to bring out your gaze, a nude gloss on your lips. Hair straightened. The mirror said, "serious but stunning." Perfect.

Just as you were putting on your shoes, your phone buzzed.

Oscar: Heading to the paddock soon. Want to come with me? I’ll wait in the lobby.

You smiled.

You: Give me 5. Don’t leave without me, or I’m sending your worst sim lap to the engineers.

Oscar: Terrifying. You’ve convinced me.

When you got to the lobby, Oscar had already spotted you. He’d thrown on a light jacket over a black tee. Hair a little messy, but still perfectly laid-back.

"Look at us. Like two professionals or something," he said with a grin.

"Don’t get used to it," you said, joining him. "Tomorrow we’re back to helmets and engine noise."

"Honestly? I’m fine with both, as long as you’re still this tolerable."

"Wow," you rolled your eyes. "A compliment wrapped in an insult. Classic you."

The car ride was quiet, but Monaco never is. As you passed through the narrow streets, you were surrounded by flashy cars, cameras, and race posters.

Looking out the window, Oscar said, "This place... it’s ridiculous."

"Built to drive in. A bit too glamorous to live in," you replied.

"Do you think it’s more special to win here, or to score your first points?"

You thought for a moment. "To win. Because everyone’s watching. And they remember you."

Oscar was silent, then turned to you. "So winning makes you unforgettable, huh?"

"Absolutely. And if you win... you’re more like 'unforgettably loud' than anything."

He laughed. "Your honesty always gets me."

By the time you arrived at the paddock, the media zone was already buzzing. Team members, mics, whispers backstage... everyone trying to make their driver shine. All you had to do was play your part.

The first reporter smiled. "You had a strong start in Imola. Do you think Monaco will be more challenging, especially as a rookie on a street circuit?"

"Every track is challenging. But street circuits... they reward precision and punish ego. I know which side I’m leaning on."

Another jumped in quickly. "There’s been a lot of talk about your dynamic with Oscar Piastri. Friendly rivalry or something more?"

You narrowed your eyes, raised an eyebrow. "Let’s just say we push each other—in lap times and sarcasm."

Oscar seemed to be listening nearby. When he heard your answer, he smirked. When it was his turn, he pointed at you and said:

"She’s fast. Too fast sometimes. But don’t tell her I said that."

As you left the media area, you stuffed your phone back in your pocket with a sigh. Oscar walked up beside you, equally worn out.

"Journalists," he muttered. "They either want drama or a headline. Preferably both."

"And we just want to race," you giggled.

You were walking toward the garage when Oscar slowed down a bit.

"Hey... later tonight. Want to grab something? Just the two of us. To detox from all this press madness."

You turned to him, eyeing him sideways. "Just the two of us, huh?"

"Just coffee," he said, that familiar half-smile back on his lips. "Unless you want to make it something more..."

You shrugged. “I guess I can spare an hour for my favourite rival.”

Oscar gave a small nod. “Besides, I owe you a coffee. That sim lap? Still haunts me.”

You laughed. “0.05 seconds, Oscar. Sometimes big talk ends in tiny espressos.”

He smiled. “Text me when you’re back at the hotel. I know a place.”

“Let’s say I’m ready to be outqualified. Just to spice things up.”

You burst out laughing. “Didn’t that already happen in Imola?”

Oscar placed a hand on his chest. “Wounded. Deeply.”

Later that night, he dropped you off at your hotel. There was a quiet moment as you said goodbye.

“Hey… Tomorrow. Try not to crash into me, yeah?”

“Only if you stay out of my way.”

He winked as he walked away. You watched him go, smiling to yourself.

—

The alarm buzzed with a soft smile still lingering on your lips. After breakfast, you slipped into your team tee and shorts, tied your hair up, dabbed a little concealer under your eyes and added a bit of lip balm. Nothing more—after all, it was race day.

Down in the hotel lobby, Oscar was waiting in the corner with two coffees.

“White or black?” he asked.

“Black. Like my sense of humour.”

“Perfect. Match made in Monaco.”

As you walked together, Oscar brought up something from the sim.

“By the way… that fake-out at turn 10 yesterday? Planning to try that in FP1?”

“Depends. Planning to copy me again?”

Oscar laughed. “Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, right?”

As you neared the paddock, the engines roared louder. That familiar thrill returned—the sweet chaos of race day settling into your bones.

“Ready, partner?” Oscar asked, locking eyes with you.

You were.

The sun kissed your skin as you sipped your coffee, heading toward the gate. Oscar walked beside you, both in team gear, quiet smiles playing under the morning light.

A teenage girl suddenly rushed up, notebook in hand, eyes wide with nerves.

“Can I… can I get your autographs? Both of you? Please!”

You smiled. Oscar nodded. “Of course,” you said.

She asked for yours first, then Oscar’s. As she fumbled with her pen, she glanced between the two of you, curious.

“Are you guys, like… together?”

You froze for a split second, then laughed. “No, no. We’re just… teammates.”

Oscar’s lips twitched, but he stayed silent. The girl thanked you and ran off. You both watched her go.

You turned to him. “That was awkward.”

Oscar nodded. “Hmm. That was… inaccurate.”

Your brows shot up. “Sorry?”

But he just smiled and looked ahead. “Nothing. Just saying… you didn’t exactly deny it with much conviction.”

Your cheeks warmed. “Oscar…”

“Don’t worry,” he said, stepping slightly closer. “Your secret’s safe with me. For now.”

FP1 and FP2 were some of the most intense parts of the weekend. The day began with team meetings, media duties, technical briefings. Then… it was time.

Helmet on. Visor down.

FP1 was all about learning. The track still held the chill of morning, the tarmac slick, corners biting back. Oscar had the upper hand for a while, but you topped his time in the final stint, earning a quiet “Nice job” over the radio.

FP2 turned up the heat. Heavier cars. Faster pace. You could hear Oscar’s sector times crackle through the radio. Your goal wasn’t just to improve. It was to beat him.

And you did. Just barely.

As evening settled, the team packed up the garage. Exhausted, you changed out of your gear and slung your backpack over one shoulder. In the mirror, you caught your reflection—messy hair, smudged makeup, tired but proud eyes.

Back at the hotel, your phone lit up with a few notifications. You ignored them. Showered. Threw on a tee. Collapsed onto the bed.

And as your head hit the pillow, it wasn’t your lap times that played in your mind.

It was his words.

“That was… inaccurate.”

What had he meant? A joke? A hint? Just tired flirting?

Your phone buzzed. His name lit up.

Oscar Hey. You alive?

You smiled. Eyes on the ceiling, you typed:

You Barely. If I die in my sleep, tell the world I died faster than you in sector 3.

Oscar Noted. But I’d prefer if you stayed alive a bit longer. Makes it more fun to lose to you.

You hovered for a moment, wanting to ask:

“That thing you said earlier... what did you mean?”

But you didn’t.

You backspaced the whole thing.

And sent a white heart instead.

Oscar didn’t reply. But you saw he was online. And he stayed there… for a while.

—

Your alarm rang. You squinted at the screen—6:42. The sun barely up. You closed your eyes a few more seconds, still lost in your dream. Back on the track. But this time, Oscar wasn’t your rival.

He was laughing beside you.

You shook your head and sat up. Shoulders sore, legs heavy. But it was the good kind of tired.

You looked in the mirror. “Alright,” you said to yourself, toothbrush in hand. “Let’s go stir up the grid again.”

Dressed, packed, ready. You checked your phone.

No message from Oscar. No reply. But you remembered he was online. And somehow, that was enough.

Maybe that silence was his answer. Maybe… he just got it.

The hotel lobby was quiet. You grabbed your coffee from the barista with a nod and headed to your ride.

Out the window, the track’s familiar curves came into view. Your pulse quickened.

At the paddock gate, the guard recognized you and lifted the barrier.

Cool air brushed your face through the window.

The engines hadn’t started yet—but Monaco was already alive.

You stepped into the garage, greeted by familiar scents—rubber, oil, metal. Anticipation.

You made your rounds. Engineer. Media officer. The team was still waking up, shaking off the morning fog.

As you walked past the pit wall, a voice called out:

“Early bird.”

You turned. Oscar stood there, leaning casually, hair a mess, holding a coffee mug and wearing that annoyingly relaxed team shirt.

“I didn’t bring you one,” he said. “I know your order now. This one’s mine.”

You raised your brows. “Charming and selfish. Love that combo.”

As you walked past, your shoulders brushed.

“Ready?” he asked. Voice serious. But still with that glint.

“Always,” you said. “You?”

Oscar glanced toward the track. Then back at you.

“Let’s just say… I race better when I know you’re watching.”

Your heart flipped. But you kept walking.

“I always watch,” you called back. “Even when I beat you.”

His laugh followed you all the way to the garage.

“Five minutes till briefing!” someone from the pit crew shouted.

Oscar sighed. “Highlight of the day.”

“For now,” you said, stepping in.

—

Track was busier during FP3. Monaco’s narrow corners left no room for error. A millimeter could ruin everything.

After final checks with the team, you hit the track.

On your second lap, the car ahead slowed abruptly. Your lap was ruined. Nearly a collision.

You cursed quietly, trying to stay focused.

Oscar’s voice cut in through the McLaren radio, annoyed:

“Are they even watching their mirrors? She was on a flyer! That’s ridiculous.”

The team responded instantly. “Copy. We saw it. Reporting now.”

By the end of FP3, both McLarens were in the top five. The garage buzzed with cautious optimism. Engineers grinned.

Oscar pulled off his helmet, turned to you.

“You good?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Thanks for the backup.”

He smiled. “Always.”

There was a mild buzz in the garage as quali approached, but your inner voice was surprisingly calm. Your heart was pounding, but not from fear — it was the thrill of competition, and maybe a strange sense of security from the presence of a familiar helmet nearby. Q1, Q2 — the tempo kept building. Monaco offered no room for error, but your laps were near perfection. Q3 had started. Oscar went out first. He was fast, but on his final lap, traffic caught up with him. A slow car ahead ruined his line. A slight slide, a millisecond loss — the kind Monaco never forgives. His frustration crackled over the radio: “We were supposed to time that better.” The pit wall responded: “Copy. P3 for now.” You had waited. Clean track, warmed tires, breath held in perfect focus — you began your final lap. Pushing harder with every corner. No cars in the mirror. Just you, the wheel, and Monaco. Out of the final corner, you went full throttle. As you hit the straight, the team radio erupted: “That’s it! That’s pole! P1! Incredible lap!” Your hands were still shaking on the wheel when you returned to the pits. The engineers greeted you with shining eyes. As you took off your helmet, your gaze searched for Oscar. Before he could reach you, Antonelli stepped in, smiling. “Congrats. That was insane.” “Thanks,” you said, but your eyes were still on Oscar. He walked toward you, calm expression in place — but his eyes said something else. “Not bad,” he said, voice a little husky. “First pole, huh?” You nodded with a soft smile. “You almost had me.” He stepped closer. “Yeah. Almost.” A pause. He met your eyes. “Guess I’ll just have to chase you tomorrow.” Oscar had taken P3. Someone else had snatched P2. And as he turned and walked away, the only thing on your mind was: The race hadn’t started, but your heart had already crossed the line.

You were determined to spend the evening before the race alone in your room. Lights dimmed, phone on silent, TV on but volume low. The thoughts in your head wouldn’t shut up. You stepped out to grab water from the hallway — and turned the corner straight into him. Oscar, in comfy sweats, holding a drink can, smiled slightly when he saw you. “Didn’t expect to see you out of your cave,” he teased gently. You raised a brow. “Needed water. Some of us hydrate properly, you know.” Oscar chuckled. “Touché.” You both paused. Even the empty hallway felt full with the two of you in it. He didn’t look away. “Big day tomorrow.” You nodded. “Yep. First pole. Pressure’s on.” Oscar shrugged. “Pressure makes diamonds.” He looked you in the eye. “You’ll shine.” That line hit you. You swallowed. “Thanks. You too. P3 isn’t bad. Good launch, good strategy… Who knows?” “Who knows indeed,” he said with his signature smirk. Then took a step back. “Anyway, I should let you rest. Don’t want you falling asleep behind the wheel tomorrow.” You smiled. “Sweet dreams, Piastri.” Oscar turned, then paused. He glanced back at you. “You too. And hey…” A moment’s hesitation. “Good luck out there. Not that you’ll need it.” As he walked away, you stood there frozen. You’d left your room for water — but the warmth Oscar left behind was more satisfying than anything you could’ve poured into a glass.

You didn’t wake up from sunlight seeping through the curtains. Truthfully, you hadn’t really slept at all. Thoughts spinning in your head, adrenaline running through your veins despite the weight of the day. Excitement sat right in the center of your stomach — but it didn’t scare you. It kept you alive. Wasn’t this what you lived for? Racing. Competing. Winning. You caught your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes had a glint you hadn’t seen before. This wasn’t an ordinary day. It was race day. In Monaco. Your first pole.

You were about to make something to eat when your phone buzzed. Oscar: Morning, pole sitter. Join me for breakfast? Don’t worry, I saved you a seat. Your fingers hovered over the message. Politeness? Routine? Or something more? Then your gaze fell on that last part — I saved you a seat — and you smiled. You didn’t even need to reply. You were going.

Hotel lobby Oscar was waiting in the hotel’s small breakfast area. It wasn’t too warm yet, but the room was dim and cozy. He wore a black T-shirt, sunglasses perched on his head, his face tired but relaxed. He looked worn out, but the second he saw you, something lit up in his expression. He locked eyes with you and gave a slight nod. “Didn’t oversleep. Impressive.” You grinned. “You said breakfast. I came. Can’t defend pole on an empty stomach.” As you took the seat across from him, Oscar raised his orange juice. “Not poisoned, I promise.” “Yet,” you said, eyeing him sideways. Your voice was calm, but the flutter inside was hard to ignore. Being alone with Oscar — especially like this — was never easy. Sweet, but never easy. And you didn’t like easy things.

You nodded. “For both of us.” You had more to say, really. But sometimes, the eyes felt safer than words. Oscar reached for a strawberry on the plate, and his voice softened a little. “Can I tell you something?” he said, leaning in slightly. “Seeing you ahead of me on the grid? Annoying. But also… motivating.” You tilted your head slightly without squinting. That familiar, challenging smile appeared on your lips. “Don’t try to pass me, Piastri. Watching from behind suits you.” Oscar chuckled, a glint in his eyes. “We’ll see about that.”

Time slowed, just a little. You set your fork down, and for a moment, you thought: If there was a good luck charm hidden in this morning, maybe it was Oscar’s smile. And maybe, something as thrilling as pole position... was playing this game with him.

By the time you finished breakfast, only a few crumbs remained on your plates—but what truly lingered wasn’t silence. It was a kind of anticipation, a tension hanging in the air. Sweet, sharp, dancing on the tightrope before a race. It wasn’t just about racing—you knew it, and so did he.

Oscar stood and stretched. “Ready to play hero today?” As you stood, your eyes met. “Only if you play the villain.” His gaze narrowed slightly. “Oh, I wear black for a reason.”

No one stopped you as you left the lobby together, but a few heads did turn. It was race morning in Monaco. The only female driver on the grid and Oscar Piastri, who trailed you by a hundredth of a second in the final quali run, walking side by side. Even that felt like a photograph-worthy moment.

You got into the private car that would take you both to the paddock. Outside the window, Monaco's chaotic glamour slid by—the glinting yachts, crowds lining the streets, the stacked apartments. But your mind was only on corners. Rascasse. Casino. And of course, that infamous tunnel.

Oscar sat silently beside you—not anxious, but focused. When you looked at his profile, you noticed the faint tension in his jaw. This was his race mode. And somehow, it put you into yours.

When the car pulled up to the paddock entrance, you stepped out first. The salty, slightly rubber-scented Monaco morning air filled your lungs. You were used to it. This was your battlefield.

Oscar stepped up beside you and paused. As he put on his sunglasses, he leaned in close and whispered: “See you out there, superstar.” Then he walked off toward his garage.

Despite the chaos pounding in your chest, you kept walking with calm, steady steps. This was your day. This was your track. And the woman on the front row of the grid? She was ready to make history.

You stopped the car right on the line. When you shut off the engine, your heart still hadn’t slowed down. Your hand lingered on the steering wheel. It really happened. Monaco. You’d won. With a wide grin on your face, you leaned your head back.

As you undid your seatbelts, the voices in the team radio turned into screams. The sun hit your face differently the moment you opened the door and stepped onto the track. You squinted.

And then—two arms lifted you off the ground.

Oscar had picked you up onto his shoulders.

The crowd went wild. The fans were losing it. Oscar held you up like he was carrying a champion— But that cocky grin of his? Like he maybe felt a tiny bit responsible for the win too.

Oscar (grinning): “Told you. Wildest celebration ever starts now.”

You laughed, holding onto his shoulder as your hair whipped in the wind. You waved to the crowd while cameras snapped like crazy. You raised one hand in a victory sign.

Climbing the car – celebration continues

Once he set you down, you ran to your car with all that adrenaline still burning. Using the halo for support, you climbed up and sat on the nose. Then you stood. Arms spread wide, head tilted back. Your eyes were watery—but you weren’t crying.

A wave rose from the crowd. They were chanting your name.

You (shouting toward your team): “We did it!”

Celebrating with the team

You jumped down and ran straight into your team’s arms. They wrapped around you instantly. A couple of engineers were jumping. Someone spun you around. Sparkling water bottles burst open. Your shirt was soaked, but you didn’t care. You tossed your helmet somewhere. Your hair was a mess, but you’d never looked more beautiful.

Oscar stood to the side, watching. That familiar, meaningful smile on his face. Then he walked up to you—slowly.

Oscar: “I was gonna say something clever, but… then you crossed that line and I forgot everything.”

You raised an eyebrow.

You (grinning): “Well, I did win, didn’t I?”

Oscar (leaning in): “Then I guess I owe you the rest of the wildest celebration… tonight.”

For a moment, the world quieted. Cameras turned elsewhere. It was just the two of you. You didn’t move closer, but the spark between you? It was burning hotter than the Monaco Grand Prix itself.

Podium Ceremony

You grabbed your helmet and walked to the podium. The crowd parted like a curtain. When your name was announced, you stepped up. Your face lit up. You raised the champagne bottle.

It exploded. Foam sprayed through the air. You leaned your head back as Oscar sprayed you— You got him right back. Leclerc smiled in between you two like he knew what was up.

But you only had eyes for each other.

Parc Fermé – Post-race Interview

You were still drenched in sweat, but your eyes sparkled. Microphones were shoved toward you. Flashes popped like crazy.

Reporter: “Congratulations on your first F1 win—and in Monaco, no less! How are you feeling?”

You (laughing): “Like I just rewrote a dream. The team was amazing. The car was on fire today. And Monaco? You couldn’t script this better.”

Reporter: “You’ve shown incredible composure under pressure. Especially with Oscar and Antonelli right behind—what was the battle like?”

You: “They’re both insanely talented. Oscar kept me on my toes the whole time. Honestly? I had to push like hell.”

Oscar was in the background, leaning casually. He winked. You caught it, of course.

Hotel Room – Evening

The adrenaline had just begun to fade into a soft exhaustion when you stepped out of the shower. You looked in the mirror. Not a world champion now—but a young woman about to shine again.

You dried your hair, giving it soft waves. Slipped into a satin dress—not flashy, but elegant. Enough to remind the room who the star was.

A message lit up your phone:

Oscar: “I booked us a VIP spot. Drinks are on me. Don’t be late, champ.”

Your cheeks flushed.

Monaco Nightclub – The Night Begins

The club pulsed with lights. The bass of the music thrummed in your chest. Oscar met you at the entrance. Black shirt, a button undone, hair perfectly messy. He handed you a drink.

Oscar: “To your win… and to the fact I didn’t cry about P3.”

You (toasting): “To keeping it classy, Mr. Piastri.”

First shots. Then cocktails. A few dances… then a few more. Oscar was always nearby. When your hands brushed, he didn’t pull away. Every glance lasted longer.

Oscar: “You know, you’re kinda hard to look away from tonight.”

You (leaning slightly in): “Blame the lighting.”

Oscar (smiling): “Nope. I’m blaming you.”

Later in the Night – Club

Oscar: “Guess we’re past pretending now, huh?”

You: “Seems like it.”

You danced. You laughed. When Oscar’s hand found your waist, you didn’t hesitate. Everyone was having fun—but what was building between you two? That was something else entirely.

Club Balcony – Late Night

City lights reflected on the water. Silence for a few seconds.

Oscar turned to you. He gently took your hand.

Oscar (softly): “Still thinking about the race?”

You: “Actually… no. Right now, I’m thinking about this exact moment.”

His eyes locked with yours. And then he leaned in—slowly, like this moment had been waiting forever.

Your first kiss came in the Monaco night—tasting of champagne and adrenaline.

You were a little buzzed, sure. But your heart? Wide awake. The world kept spinning—but you were only spinning in each other.

Oscar stepped closer. His hand hovered near your waist, fingers pausing in the air— As if he wanted to feel not just your skin, but your whole soul.

His gaze locked with yours. This wasn’t flirting anymore. This was real.

Oscar (barely a whisper): “If I kiss you now… you’ll never forget it.”

You tilted your head slightly. You didn’t say a word—but the answer was loud and clear. Your eyes fluttered closed. Your heart skipped a beat.

Then… his lips touched yours.

The first touch was tender, almost hesitant—like he was checking if this was real. His breath mingled with yours—citrus, night air, and something electric. His fingers finally settled on your waist—gentle, like he was wrapping you in a thought.

When your hand reached his cheek, your heart couldn’t contain itself. The kiss deepened. No longer a dance—but your lips found a rhythm all their own. Forward, back. No rush. Just fullness.

Time slowed. The club’s noise faded. City lights gleamed on your skin. But you? You were only in each other.

His fingers tangled in your hair. And in that moment, no victory, no podium had ever felt this big.

When he pulled back, your eyes were still closed. Your lips slightly parted. Your breath uneven.

Oscar (chuckling): “Told you.”

You smiled. Turned your head shyly—but your cheek was still burning.

Uber – On the Way to the Hotel

You rested your head on Oscar’s shoulder. His calm breath, his quiet presence— Everything you’d felt that night settled even deeper.

Oscar glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. He smiled. His hand landed gently on your thigh, drawing small circles with his fingers. Oscar (whispering to himself): "Tough girl… but you melt like butter."

You had already fallen asleep.

Hotel Entrance – Late Night When Oscar woke you up, his voice was soft. Oscar: "Hey, champ. We’re here."

When you opened your eyes, you still felt warm and tender. The ride up in the elevator was quiet, but this time, the silence was easy—comfortable. The lights from the lobby glowed over you. Oscar walked you to your door.

You stood there for a moment, both choosing not to speak. Then he leaned in slightly.

Oscar (with narrowed eyes): "One more for the road?"

His lips touched yours again. This kiss wasn’t as long as the first, but it was bolder. More familiar. More you two.

When he pulled back, there was a flicker of mischief in his eyes. Oscar: "Funny thing is… I haven’t thought about Norris all night." You (giggling): "You’d better not. I don’t kiss distracted boys."

Oscar laughed, shaking his head. Oscar: "Let him. Tonight? Tonight was just ours."

He slowly slid his fingers off yours. Took a step back. But his eyes never left you.

Oscar: "Sleep tight, pole queen."

And then he was gone.

As you closed the door, your heart was still caught in your throat. You leaned your back against it. A smile rose right from where his lips had touched yours. Only one thought crossed your mind: “If this was a race… I won.”

#f1 #f1 x reader #oscar piastri x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fluff #f1blr #piastri #f1 fic #f1 imagine #formula one #motorsport #female driver #grid girl #slow burn romance #slow burn #mclaren #mclaren formula 1

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inqroot · 3 months ago

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What if I took dkos and made him a shimeji lol

Let me start with, I think this can be interpreted as either post-epilogue or as part of an au. Salvation could be created from digital fragments of Dokja (like an avatar) or just born entirely from coding, for the sake of this lore/info dump I'm going with the "no-scenarios AU and Salvation is a smart AI somewhere between JARVIS from Iron Man and the Rotom phone/dex from Pokemon"

His "core" entity lives with Dokja and Joonghyuk, but kimcom, Uriel, and Persephone/Hades have copies of him as well (Dokja did offer to send Salvation to Lee Sookyung but she declined saying she doesn't like bothering with any more technology than needed) Demon King Of Salvation is his legal name, but default nicknames are Salvation, Guwon/91 (in english), 99 (pronounced ni-ni / night night, it became a pavlovian habit from when users go to bed)

Additional registered nicknames include- Squid (Joonghyuk, Sooyoung) Hyung (Gilyoung) Ahjussi (Yoosung, Mia) Rat (Sooyoung, Heewon) Problem (Joonghyuk) Bitch (Dokja, only when they're fighting) Dokja (Uriel, Persephone, Hyunsung, Sangah) (It..gets really confusing if the human Dokja is over)

Salvation has free access to the internet and can be used as a web search, but is usually responsible and only browses around if he's not actively performing a task Takes his data management role very seriously He can split himself and transfer admin copies to other computers/phones (They'll move/behave independently like the kkoma) but it slows down his processing and reaction time so he doesn't like to have more than two or three visual copies of himself at a time (He can still perform all functions while docked, it just creates a window for him to interact with vs having to physically move himself into that space) Everyone in kimcom has a copy of his source code that's automatically synced and backed up every night. Dokja had a scare after he had a laptop melt. Salvation was on Joonghyuk's pc at the time so it was fine but it put the fear of god in Dokja (the first time) Salvation only performs administrative duties as his active function for Dokja, Joonghyuk, Sooyoung, and Donghoon. While he CAN perform these tasks for everyone else, they seem to be content in just having him be a shimeji (kimcom likes to keep a shimeji running for Salvation bc a screen with a running program acts as his scenery. When they found out that Salvation's world is only as many screens as he's running as a shimeji on and is just an empty grid space otherwise, everyone started adding him to the startup programs)

When he's not in work mode, Salvation can get really spicy. With Dokja he commonly steals the cursor, moves windows, rearranges his desktop (not the files bc he's the one that organized them in the first place and gods be damned if he gives himself more work of having to put them back) and actively antagonizes him bc it's funny. A conversation Joonghyuk has heard while passing Dokja's office more than once is Kdj: put that back right now or so help me Dkos: or what, oh nooo don't put me in the recycling bins again I'll fucking eat my way out of it again >:/ Kdj: YOU LITTLE SHIT (Grabs him with cursor or finger if touch screen monitor/cursor is held hostage and just shakes the FUCK out of him) Dkos (while getting shaken like a paint can): I FuCkInG hAtE yOu

He's (usually) more well-behaved when it comes to idling on Joonghyuk's desktop, though. Joonghyuk uses Salvation to handle audio balancing while he's live, and doing program checks while setting up but otherwise leaves him be. Salvation in turn usually only terrorizes the screen when he's starting/ending and not when the game's actually live. Chat can see him and can interact with Salvation through an overlay to keep themselves entertained, he's gone to war with Joonghyuk's chat more than once tbh When Salvation gets too spicy, he'll usually just deal with it or call Dokja over if he's not busy to handle Salvation bc he doesn't want to accidentally hurt him (he's also too tired to deal with this bc Salvation has access to WAY too much shit). He'll switch to a just chatting screen and let Dokja and Salvation beef while he takes a break lmao These fights have happened more than once, so Dokja made an on-screen entity that he affectionately calls "Gay baby jail" (it's shaped like a child's playpen) where he puts Salvation in time out. For some reason Salvation can't physically remove himself from this and it pisses him off. Dokja made the mistake once with forgetting the AI has a MOUTH on him, so this was remedied by an auto-filter while in gay baby jail that converts his speech/dialogue swearing to rubber ducky noises and 🦆emojis Chat has a 500k point redeem that puts Salvation in gay baby jail for 5 minutes (Salvation is actively petitioning to make it 1m points, at LEAST. bc it's what he deserves). It's part of why he actively beefs with chat to keep himself occupied while Joonghyuk is live

He has a squid form that he uses when he goes online There's a menu option on his on-screen display to generate a dumpling for him to eat. He doesn't need food, to be clear, but he still likes eating the dumplings Because he was designed to be an administrative assistant, Salvation can innately defend himself (and his files) from viruses and such to a certain degree, but it's not his core function so he's not specialized in it. This gets remedied later after A Certain EventTM

#inkroot sketch #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #omniscient reader #kim dokja #demon king of salvation #shimeji au bc it's funny

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fleetinginfinities · 1 year ago

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first ever of these but … the bachelors and my random headcanons/quotes/song lyrics/slices of whatever that fit them 🫶 apologies it doesn’t include everyone, these guys are my favorites and I’m having trouble channeling the others lmao

Sam

- drums his fingers/knuckles on tables, his legs, any surface when he’s anxious or impatient or excited or anticipating something. which, he’s always feeling at least one of the above…so

- his fingers. that’s all

- plays footsie under the table but not in a weird way, in more of a “I literally need to be touching you at all times to ground myself to this present moment and be happy” way

- loves full body contact — huuuge tight hugs, rolling on top of you in bed, pulling you into his chest from behind

- mumbles in his sleep and tosses and turns, constantly reaching for you and pulling you close

- blushes a lot. his cheeks turn the most beautiful peachy color

- talks at the speed of light as his default setting

- speeds when he drives, speeds when he walks, just Does Everything Quickly and with much energy

- is somehow both a morning person and a night owl most of the time

- but when he’s lazy or tired, there’s never been anyone lazier or sleepier

- always answers phone calls on speaker mode

- is unaware of his strength when showing affection sometimes, like an oversized dog

- prominent arm veins. enough said.

- makes you feel so alive. present. his energy is contagious

- there’s not a soul he can’t make friends with

- would absolutely love early/mid 2000s pop punk

- blindingly sunny smile

- beautiful, soft golden hair that he wears messy and literally sticks out every direction but in the hottest way ever

- he’s like the summer solstice. an everlasting day that’s sweet and warm and full of life but also peace. Sam, in all of his chaos, is your peace

- “i’m so in love that I might stop breathing”

- doesn’t ever hold a grudge

- smells like lavender and lemon. no I won’t be taking any feedback with this one

- big fan of flowers

- like, it’s not uncommon for him to show up with a hand-picked bouquet for you he collected on the way over

- could’ve worked in a bakery instead of joja mart and would’ve been much happier. sweet cinnamon roll boy

- is actually the heartthrob of the town

- as sweet and pure as he is, he also has a rebellious side and is often trying to sneak you in his room and toe the line of authority whenever he can

- is quite adventurous and doesn’t really have an ego if he’s bad at things or much fear in general. the results are constant entertainment and occasional catastrophes.

Elliott

- “I dream about you every night now. It’s really quite beautiful”

- is actually strong and built and muscular (totally looks like a red headed Thor in my brain)

- but touches and holds you so gently that it makes you want to cry

- extremely strong jawline

- gives that aloof kind of mysteriousness and quiet confidence that is magnetizing to literally everyone

- doesn’t have a toxically masculine bone in his body

- will talk to you for hours about philosophy, literature, films, art, the meaning of life, etc etc etc

- traces his fingers on your bare skin, lost in thought

- has the most mesmerizing, starry eyes

- being around him makes you feel like you’re living in a dream. everything feels ethereal and hazy

- if Sam is the summer solstice, Elliott is like the peak of autumn, when all of the leaves are at their most colorful and bright just before they fall, and you feel like he’s both the beginning and the ending of something all at once

- as a matter of fact: “is this the end of all the endings?”

- “you showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else. you taught me a secret language I can’t speak with anyone else”

- loving him is the most intense, passionate experience of your life

- he would a b s o l u t e l y be the one that got away if you split up

- big fan of candles and crackling log fireplaces

- really enjoys a good row in his boat in the cool, dewy mornings and his back muscles show it

- his emotional intelligence is unmatched. you’ll never meet a more well-adjusted man

- romanticizes life in only the way a writer can

- isn’t just all depth and somber. also isn’t all pizazz and flamboyance. actually has a great sense of humor as a secret third thing

Sebastian

- despite how much he closes himself off at first, you feel an instant connection with him. you just understand him innately. and you feel like he gets you, too

- downplays how smart he really is

- genuinely loves to let everyone else shine. loves that Sam commands all the attention in the room. loves watching others praise you.

- is never competitive with anyone else and absolutely loves when the people around him win. the most supportive person ever

- really has a soft spot for animals

- incredibly intuitive. can read your mind like a book and anticipate your needs

- if he loves you, there is not another person on earth that would ever catch his attention or temptation. 1000% the most loyal boy

- “he looks up grinning like a devil”

- motorcycle rides in the city late at night when it’s raining

- sometimes doing something reckless is the only way that makes him feel alive

- in other words, he’s a closet adrenaline junkie

- can absolutely rival Elliott in terms of being the most romantic with his words sometimes — though it’s few and far between, he will never stop telling you that you’re the first person that he ever did, well, basically *anything* with and how special you are to him and how you’re his one and only

Alex

- it takes a special person to command his attention, he has always had fleeting attractions but he has never felt for anyone what he feels for you

- is absolutely a great person to go to with any problem. he has a clear and straightforward answer or solution

- is the number one person you want to be around if you just want someone genuinely uplifting to spend time with

- *always* notices physical changes and gives fantastic compliments

- is absolutely the dude who keeps his friend group together well into adulthood and middle age and beyond. he’s the one planning beach days, weekend recreational sports and activities, cooking out or tailgating on game days, inviting you for a bite to eat at the saloon if he hasn’t seen you in awhile, etc.

- genuinely loves a good romance or romcom as much as he loves the newest action movie

- fantastic with kids

- is very committed to you from the start

- will go to great lengths to maintain a happy and healthy and successful relationship. it’s the athlete determination in him

- has quite good taste in aesthetics. definitely has an opinion about fashion, home decor, etc

- has perfect teeth and a beautiful complexion in my mind

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #sdv #sdv elliott #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #yo what is with all the new formatting options here #they’re a Very Good Thing dont get me wrong #but I haven’t regularly used this site since like 2017 #relearning it as we go!

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siri-ike · 1 year ago

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Bellyache

Mutant Mayhem fanfic

Mikey's been acting strange all morning. He wouldn't even look at breakfast. Usually, he'd be the one encouraging them to eat something, not the other way around. 'Maybe he's just not hungry,' Leo had foolishly suggested. 'What if he's pregnant?' Raph revealed how dumbfounded he was during yesterday's sex ed seminar. And don't think they hadn't noticed the 'private conversation' with dad. And going back to bed?! Mikey loves being awake. 'Maybe he's just tired.' Leo continues giving reasons not to listen to him. Leo and Raph eventually aggreed he must be sick. But Donnie knows, he remembers, they have never once been sick before. 'Cept Tetnus, they've all gotten Tetnus before, but that doesn't count 'cause that's an infection. Even at school miss Przybyl said he probably has food poisoning from the cafeteria chicken yesterday just because a lot of other kids did, but Donnie has personally witnessed the horrors of Mikeys usual diet like that time he ate an entire brick because he liked the color of it, or the fact he's eaten every single piece of confetti he's ever found in the sewer. And he's fine, gross, but fine. There is only one explanation. Clearly their brother had been replaced by an imposter, perhaps a shapeshifter, or a robot, maybe it's a really good rubber mask, an illusion, a hologram, a clone, whatever it is, it's deffinetly not Mikey.

When school was over, the boys had their various after-school clubs and activities. Raph and Leo still went to their needlework and poetry. But if 'Mikey' was gonna miss Potions to do who-knows-what at home, then Donnie can miss Cryptozoology one week. With notice ofcorse, he left Mr Dib a message this morning. This would give him time to investigate the charlatan alone.

When Donnie got home, he was met with a slew of questions such as 'learn anything new today?', 'you're home early, was medicine club canceled?', 'Are you feeling OK?' And 'How was therapy?'. Therapy was bogus Miss Przybyl probably thinks he's paranoid, he's 'feeling' like his brothers been replaced and no one else is doing anything about it, (obviously he can't tell dad that, he could be infected) Tuesday is Cryptozoology, Pharmacology is on Thursdays (although splinter managing to remember all the clubs they have and when would be unreasonable), and Donnie's certainly about to learn something: what the shell happened to Mikey.

It didn't take much to gain access to the Mimic. They do share a bedroom. Mikey was still acting weird. Bowls of snacks sat untouched along with a bag of half melted ice. He's lying on his side, which Donnie knows from personal experience is not comfortable when you have a huge shell pulling you backwards. His phone is also at almost full battery. He couldn't possibly have been sleeping this whole time. He's a ball of constant energy. Pull yourself together Donnatello, it's not the real Mikey, remember. Donnie places one hand on Mikeys carapace. It's oddly moist, but it is rather humid in here today.

"Mike... Mikey... Michel..."

Nothing. Donnie moves his hand over to Mikeys head. He's definitely breathing. He smells awful, but that's just his usual sewer-reptile stink. It's completely different from his has-tetanus stink (a smell he has emitted far too many times for Donnies liking). It's hard to tell how long Donnies been standing there, but it must have been quite a while. His default mode is stealth, so it's no surprise he hadn't heard Splinter come in.

"Is Mikey gonna be OK?" Donnies voice shakes with worry. Stop it. Worry doesn't help. Your brother isn't hurt. It's a bodysnatcher, or a, a... he couldn't hide a sniffle, Splinter took his hand and led him down the ladder from Mikeys bed/cubby area. "He doesn't act like this."

Splinter places his free hand on Donnies cheek, wiping a tear from his eye. He looks as though he wants to say something, anything to comfort his crying child, but he can't bring himself to lie. "Let's talk in the kitchen."

Donny stares into his tea as his father says something. He does hear it. Everything sounds like words. They just dissappear as soon as they come through. It's like trying to figure out what the wind is saying.

"DONNATELLO" the wind really wants his attention. Donnie looks up dazed. "Did you eat anything today?" What? He's not that food avoidant. Of course, he ate today. Sure, he'll skip a meal every now and then, but that's only because food is usually, like, super gross. "Yes," He scoffs. "What did you have for lunch?" Splinter didn't hesitate, like that would have been the next question no matter what Donnie had said. He hesitates for a moment. What did he eat? "K- Carrots?" Donny squints trying to remember. "And raisins. That's what we had at school." Donnie admits. "Is that what they were serving at school or did Leo bring carrots and raisins to wherever you were during lunch?" Darn, he knows him too well. Donnie doesn't answer, the guilty look on his face says enough.

The upside to not eating all day is dad will make him his favorite meal: a bowl of rice and some mystery sauce (Mikeys secret recipe) with a side of rasins (the best fruit by far). It might not be worth the loss of his entire mind. Thinking Tetnus was no big deal when it's taken over a month to heal each time. Sure, that's a lot less time than it takes humans, but it's still more than a combined nine monthes they've spent recovering from Tetnus. "I'm sorry." He mumbles to dad cuddled next to him on the couch. "It's not your fault." Splinter tightens his grasp around his smallest son. "We all have our struggles."

#fanfic #mutant mayhem #tmnt mutant mayhem #tmnt donnie #tmnt donnatello #donnatello #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #mutant mayhem donnie #mutant mayhem mikey #master splinter #splinter #tmnt splinter #mutant mayhem dimensions au

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melestiasworld · 1 year ago

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enneagram > MBTI ?? (am I really saying that !?)

I was researching my enneagram type lately and I have a lot to unwrap

Amidst my attempt to organize the endless tabs on my phone, I stumbled upon an old Enneagram test result. It was surprisingly spot-on, articulating behaviors I've long recognized but struggled to articulate.

I'm a 9w1, and I've been watching Dr. Tom LaHue's videos about my type.

He was saying that 9s can, if not careful, mistake the taste, goal of other's for their own- something I know I tended to do a lot when I was younger Back then, I craved uniqueness so intensely I wanted to dress up differently, listen to different music -being like everyone else was disgusting to me. Looking back, I might have resembled a type 4 during that phase

but I'm glad I had this phase, it helped me cultivate my confidence and identity

I've also noticed a pattern where I struggle to voice my opinions naturally. It's something I've had to learn the hard way.

it takes effort for me to really put myself in thinking mode to connect with my true self and figure out what I truly desire Yet, when a topic strikes a chord, I don't hesitate to speak up. Tom was also saying how my default response to a question or a request is always “yes” when it should actually be “no”, so that I accept only what I truly desire

“you can find your real “yes” only by saying “no””

I mean, I already knew that of me, and what really helps me is seeing other people being assertive in their opinions

I love people-watching and seeing people stand their ground inspires me

I've recognized that I sometimes fear expressing my voice because I don't want to burden others. I'm capable of understanding multiple perspectives, making every option seem acceptable—but what do I truly want?

Combining assertiveness with kindness has been a struggle. I've been aware of this aspect of myself for some time, and I'm committed to improving.

We all have patterns that emerge when we're not in a healthy place. and the enneagram helps you see more clearly on this. In the vid, mr tom was going through the levels of health of 9s going from the worst to the best, I've stopped to the first because it resonated too much with me : My brain will do anything to keep me away from feeling any type of negative emotion, this actually has been really detrimental at one point in my life

I will get lost in my priorities and the things I need to get done so I’m doing fucking useless tasks like cleaning my shoes, cutting my bangs, or sorting the tabs on my phone when I have more pressing matters

I became aware of this problem a while ago when speaking to a therapist, did I buy a book to help me regulate my emotions? yes

did I read it? no

when will i read it ? who knows

dr. really putted the finger where it hurts, i think i really got to work on that

that was also said in some of the videos, 9w1’s are scared to be a burden or to be a burden because our biggest inner fear is being rejected by the ones we love

deep down I know that it is very true -nothing can keep people from leaving me

but what’s interesting would be to discover why do I harbor this fear of abandonment? Why do I crave safety so desperately? nobody really abandoned me, nor left me, I never had problems making friends, so where does it come from? I’m going to look into that during the several hours of reflections I have during my nightly reflections

I thought I had myself all figured out, that I’ve spent too much time pondering my identity, my values, and desires Yet life just keeps impressing me and putting me in situations where I have to work on myself again and evolve

its like rediscovering myself, or building a new version of me

I do not want to die knowing I haven’t achieved the final version of me; I want to reach my full potential

but I'm so thrown between the melissa who strives for greatness and has all of those crazy goals and the melissa who wants to rot in bed and do absolutely nothing - a topic for another rant

#thoughts

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chloeriversongwrites · 4 months ago

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[Fluff] Katsuki Bakugou X Shura Ikitsuki Outdoors

Katsuki had been planning on taking Shura on a date, even though it was more of an outdoor date than going to the movies or going to restaurants. Having two hiking bags packed and ready for tomorrow while making sure that everything else was ready for the outing, sure enough, his mother had made food for tomorrow for them to have, along with cold water. I should text Shura and let her know that we’re going to leave in the morning. He thought to himself while pulling out his phone, going through his contacts until he found his girlfriend’s contact name and number, typing away on his phone to send her a text.

‘Hey, I have everything ready for our date tomorrow, but we’re leaving in the morning and I’ll be picking you up.’ Katsuki hit the send button as he plugged his phone to charge it, only having it on vibrate mode since the ringtones were annoying to deal with, along with the fact that he didn’t want to bother downloading an app that allows him to change the default ringtone to something else. Soon his phone started to vibrate when he lay down on his bed, making him grab his phone and turn it on to see his girlfriend’s reply to his text. ‘Alright, I can wait! *Smiley Face*.’ Shura’s text made the explosion quirk the user’s heart melt.

The morning had risen and Katsuki was packing the food and water into a cooler bag that would keep the food and drinks cold, even though he attended to putting cooling packets in case, running a hand through his hair while making sure that he had everything packed and ready to go, along with checking his pockets to make sure that he has his phone and house key. “I’m off, be back before sunset.” He told his parents before leaving the house, closing the door before his parents could say anything, pulling his phone out, and starting to text Shura. ‘I’m on my way to get you, make sure you bring a jacket since it’s going to be a cold morning.’ He soon hit send.

‘Alright, I’ll be wearing the jacket that you got me.’ Shura was a fast typer when it came to cell phones, making the blonde-haired male question everything but shook his head softly, putting his phone away so he could shift the backpack on his back to make sure it wasn’t irritating him, along with the strips as well; double-checking everything once more before he could walk again. Katsuki wanted this date to be perfect for Shura since the two had been together a whole year, but now he could take her on a date since the school had given them some days off to spend time with their family and friends.

After arriving at Shura’s house and knocking on the door, he heard footsteps coming down from the other side of the door, only to back away for safety reasons. Shura opens the door with warm and comfortable clothes on, along with the jacket that Katsuki had given her, along with the backpack. “Are you ready to go?” Katsuki asked his girlfriend with a smile on his face, it was really rare to see him smiling. “Yes, I’m ready to go!” Shura replied to her boyfriend with a wide grin on her face, closing the door behind her and making sure the door was tightly closed and it was. “So, where are we going?” She soon asked.

“There’s a hiking trail near the park and it leads to a perfect spot for us to have our lunch,” Katsuki replied to his girlfriend’s question, holding out his hand for her to take, which she did happily. The two soon started to make their way to the park which wasn’t more than a one-minute walk, there was an opening in the treelines and a dirt-like trail that led into the woods more. “Have you ever been on a hiking trail before?” He asked as he looked at the ink quirk user, who shook his head softly before answering. “No, I haven’t been on a hiking trail before.” She tries to remember if she has or not, only shrugging her shoulders softly.

Katsuki nods his head softly before he and Shura start walking again, getting onto the dirt trail and walking beside each other. “Well, consider this your first trial.” He chuckles softly, keeping his paste with his girlfriend’s, being glad that he could take her on a trail and head towards his favorite spot that he usually goes to when he needs a break from walking, but now he could share his special spot with someone special to him. The two stayed close to each other, not wanting to let go while enjoying the beautiful view, listening to birds chirping, and watching small squirrels climbing up the trees.

Shura had wide eyes as she looked around the treelines, sunlight was soon shining through the treetops, through the leaves since there were open spots. She soon looked over to where some squirrels were sitting in the open before disappearing into the bushes and climbing up on the trees. “It’s so lively.” She continued to look around the area they were in. “Yeah, it’s pretty relaxing once you get used to the noise that the small animals make.” Katsuki couldn’t help but smile at his girlfriend’s curiosity and excitement, it made his heart leap out of his chest that he found his special someone and didn’t mind his pride and his tsundere side.

There was an opening to Katsuki’s special spot and it wasn’t too far nor near the entry of the trail, shifting his backpack slightly before looking around the area. “We’re close, just a few steps more.” He knew that they needed a break from walking, plus they could use a nice lunch break and have some time together to enjoy the peace. “Alright, I can’t wait to see what our lunch break is.” Shura giggles happily while letting go of his hand, only to grab his arm and snuggle close to him, feeling him stiffen at the sudden snuggling. A quietness fell in the air while the couple made it to the area where Katsuki would usually go.

A gasp soon escaped from Shura when she first saw the area, it was surrounded by trees that made a circle and there was some sunlight shining through the leaves to make a perfect setting for a date. Katsuki knew that she would like the spot that he had chosen since no one had found this spot before but he did and it had always been his sweet escape when he needed a rest and a place to eat. He sat his pack back on the ground, unzipping the zipper and pulling out a blanket for them to sit on, pulling out the cooler bag that had the food and bottles of water for them to have. “Well, lunch is ready.” He couldn’t help but chuckle as he unzipped the cooler bag and opened it.

Shura had taken a seat on the blanket that Katsuki had placed on the ground, becoming comfortable and relaxed while her boyfriend placed a paper plate with a sandwich on it in front of her, along with a water bottle. “Dig in. My mom made the sandwiches.” Katsuki soon took his seat in front of her, having his paper plate with his sandwich in front of him with a bottle of water. The two took their time eating the sandwiches that Mitsuki had made for them, of course, the ink user and her boyfriend’s mother had gotten along very well, even though the mother of Katsuki would embarrass her son by showing Shura his baby picture when he had invited her to his home.

Once they had finished eating and putting away the trash into a small bag that Katsuki had brought with him in case they needed to throw away anything like a paper plate or plastic bottle, Katsuki’s family would separate recycling materials, cans, plastic, and everything else. Soon enough, both Katsuki and Shura sat together and started to snuggle with each other. “This was the best date ever.” Shura had a wide smile on her face, kissing her boyfriend on the cheek. “I’m glad that you enjoyed it.” Katsuki smiles happily, snuggling with the love of his life. ~ This was requested by BlueRose86 Word Count: 1,399

#Bakugou Katsuki X Original Female Character #Canon X Original Character Oneshot #Boku No Hero Academia X Original Character Oneshot #Boku No Hero Academia X Original Character Insert #Canon X Original Character Insert #Short Story #Guilty Pleasure #Fluff

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days-starship · 8 months ago

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Haiiii 🥰 I'm a little, I have CamCam and Shara watching me as I type this.

I've been reaaaalllly triggered for a little over a week now and at fist we didn't know why. I was triggered and very overstimulated that Mother Elle (the main caretaker of the active littles like me (there's 3 of us)). Couldn't get me out of it so I've been locked in my little sensory room that I have playing with my toy phone.

I really like Princess Diaries as it's one of my many favorite movies! I was reenacting the scene with the principal where she tells Mia and her mom that "the queen is coming". It was fun as I had a friend on the other side who would play along with me and we would make up what was being said on the phone of what we couldn't hear in the movie! It was sooo fun!

But today is a really bad one as I'm feeling really sick and cant even stand the thought of drinking my apple juice that I have! It's not faaaiiiirrr. But it's not all bad as I have a small nest of plushies that I have surrounding me and adding a bit of gentle pressure to my chest while I try to help put the body to sleepy time since I guess Shara didn't sleep well again.

Shara says we should be getting some medicine next month or so to help with us getting sleep and actually resting. It also should help with any allergies that we may have that we don't know about. I'm trying to listen to Sofia the First's I Belong to help me sleep because the pretty music makes the brain go brrr.

Being part of a system is really hard. Especially when we're struggling to understand how to explain our system. It's even harder for Shara because her default mode is dissociate. She dissociates really hard and she can tune the world around her out and put the body on autopilot while also not hearing anything in the system.

Is being a dissociator a role? Just an alter who dissociates constantly and is probably in charge of dissociating when things are hard and the soothers are struggling? I don't know.

Shara says we're looking to finding a therapist or psychologist that works with dissociative disorders so we can work on getting our diagnosis to really solidify the system for us, to show to our school for ADA stuff, and to show our family to show that what we have is a real disorder and that we really were struggling all this time. Oh! And also look into getting disability as we've lately have been struggling to even get out of bed.

I know things are tough but I'm just a gremlin child that lives here. Explaining what goes on in our head and hearts is hard. A lot of times we can't even figure out what we're feeling so we just say we're doing okay. But I really hope that we get these things done so it takes stress off of us!

- A little who is triggered and overstimulated 💕🧃

#DaysStarship #endos dni #endos do not interact #traumagenic system #did system #osddid

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fizzingwizard · 1 year ago

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Was curious how many of the Sims 4 bugs on this list I've encountered… it's a lot

Part One because I guess this is too many bugs even for tumblr hahaha

Jumpy Animations/Sims teleport - since a long time ago but worse now Routing/Sit down issue on several interactions - love to watch my sims wander around like ants looking for somewhere to sit with a chair right in front of them. especially love when I tell me sim to go play a game at the card table in the same room, and instead they go outside, walk around the entire house, come back in and then sit at the table. guess they just felt like a walk first lol Music from other modes Plays During Live Mode - yup and usually overlapping. fix with restart but it often happens in CAS where you lose all your stuff if you quit… Lag for menu to show up when clicking on objects - especially the fridge/oven!!!! Sims keep moving after paused Sims do DU homework under laptops - not just DU tho I get this for anything that can be done at a table, including eating, and sometimes it's not even a portable laptop but a computer Sim won't accept queued commands/ Sims don't do actions - this was supposedly "console" but as a non-console player I know it happens to the rest of us too. also to most of us Lots with manipulated terrain look realistic/strange in world view - idk if this is a bug, i think probably that's just how it appears. but it is weird Fishing Identification for active Sim with no fishing skill - I think this one has been around since base game. Sims 4 really wants everyone to love fishing. I'll be like. mourning the death of Sim Grandpa. And all of a sudden 6-year-old Sim Grandson will "identify the Perch!" Multiple daily calls for sim to switch careers - CONSTANTLY. EVEN WITH PHONE ON SILENT MODE! Excessive use of Cross Stitch Basket - yep. I get it the worst with cross stitch, but I find it annoying that other hobbies which cost money like knitting and painting are autonomous as well. Either there should be a "practice" object which is the default and is free or this stuff shouldn't be autonomous. Food too tbh… I have tried playing rags to riches before, and one reason I gave up was just this - it was so hard to keep control of finances because sims have no concept of saving pennies lol Railings Clipping Through Walls - hate this so ugly Multi-story columns misaligned Foundation becomes see-through Sim Gets Fear of the Dark After Being Cured - all the fears and wants sucked. they're boring, curing then is boring, they have little impact except just ruining your sims day, and YEAH, they come back after being cured!! best to turn it off just like neighborhood stories Constantly dirty surroundings moodlet from Pressure Cooker and Kettle - I'm not 100% sure I've got this one, I will check the next time I play. However I've had multiple issues with these objects: sims constantly cooking with them when their queue is empty, and constant fires originating with them. Lately my sims was complaining her kitchen was dirty but I could not find anything dirty. She's a Neat sim, but even after having her clean everything, and then going into build mode and moving stuff to look for plates that might have gotten stuck under objects and are hard to see, the room still registered as dirty. I'm thinking it was the pressure cooker or kettle, or maybe even pizza oven which she also has Upgraded beds give two contradictory moodlets - yup spend hours upgrading your bed and the sims like "what a bad sleep!" Sims on home lot don't take care of needs when active sims away - yeah two sims in my house recently almost starved bc of this NPCs take food ordered by active Sim - yup! again ruining my rages to riches haha No evolve option (ready to evolve) - yes and yes I've checked that the plants are in season. Also having major issues with other gardening things especially on community lots Very High Household Bills While On Vacation Campfire causes too many fires - really frustrating for me bc I use the campfire a lot. I absolutely love camping gameplay but between constant fires and thunderstorms where you're 100% guaranteed to get electrocuted (9_9) it really sucks

#sims #sims 4

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simmergi · 2 years ago

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nuclearrayne · 2 years ago

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Dear EA/Maxis

We need to talk....

As a builder I don't actually play the game a lot but, recently, I had the opportunity to get more into the game play side of things and I am just gobsmacked at how frustrating of an experience it was.

You need to know these 3 things before we have our chat, 1. I have NO script mods in, as I have been prepping for your next update apocalypse. I do have a default skin, eyes, sliders and my choice of skin details because, well, let's be honest, you lot are terrible at creating acceptable looking body beautifuls. 2. ALL of my drivers are checked daily and updated, if needed. And 3. without getting into specifics, my system is very capable of handling the taxing of your 8 year old game.

I have been a sims player for over 20 years, I have dumped thousands into your franchise. I own every single expansion, game, and stuff pack you have ever released including your most recent money grab "kits" I do not feel that telling you this should garner me a higher standard of propriety because EVERY Sims player should have the ability to enjoy your game without the need to take a Xanax first! I just want you to be aware that my simlish is fluent (with and without alcohol).

Below is a glimpse of the issues I was having, and there were MANY, that I had in the few short hours I played, I have also included some colourful pictures because...well...some people learn differently...

Let me introduce you to Marley, she has been in my game for a long time, mostly to help me take screenshots for thumbnails (she is using the CC listed above, using the CC I normally have in my game and completely nude for reference)

Please fix your clothes so my normally healthy looking sims don't look like they have successfully dropped 20 pounds instantly without the need of some photoshop magic, your clothes should NOT being slimming my sims no matter how slim or heavy they are!

While Marley and I were in CAS we noticed that there is an alarming amount of clothes with texture oddities, mostly pants that made Marley look like she had taken a mahoosive shite, don't get me wrong it's a look, but? There were also several shirts and shoes that need fixing, too, however, I think the pants are the worst. Here are some examples:

When we were done discovering the horrors of CAS, I took Marley in game and moved her into a lovely little build in simlicy's save file (2.0) Here's a peak just in case you're feeling nosey:

After we loaded in, Marley stood on the lawn, while I immediately opened buy mode (be thankful this is a game play observation because I could blow your mind with the issues I have found while building) I bought Marley an easel, a bed, a knitting bag (the first of MANY mistakes I made) and a rocking chair. Going back into live mode I set Marley to apply for a painter job, then "cook" a salad, when she was done the welcome wagon arrived. I told Marley to invite her neighbours in, instead of doing as I had asked Marley sat down in the rocking chair and stared smugly at me until the welcome wagon left. Defense Exhibit A:

After shunning her new neighbours Marley settled in for some knitting relaxation with her new earbuds in. I selected "cottagecore" which was a genre neither of us had heard before and definitely will NOT again as it sounds like the entire "cottagecore" list played all at once with the added background noise that I can only describe as "living in a haunted house with a ghost that just had its nails did" I closed my game out of fear of being possessed by this entity and went immediately to your forums, where I discovered that this is a known bug that has been happening since 2017.

When I loaded back in, I was instantly hit with a phone call from a cat who wanted to know if he or she should go on a date with Eliza Pancakes and of course I said yes because pfffft what could possibly go wrong there, am I right?! Probably not but *shrugs*

After Marley told the cat that we would like to receive an invitation to the wedding and hung up my eyes were instantly drawn to the floor...what...what is THAT?! DUST?! At this point I was starting to get exasperated, and I am pretty sure Marley was, too. So back into buy mode I went to buy a vacuum for a house Marley hadn't even slept in yet. (reported fixed 23/03/2021 Patch PC: 1.72.28.1030, still broken)

I asked Marley if she felt like knitting in the rocking chair, she said she was a bit tired so I reminded her that we needed to recoup the cost of the expensive vacuum I just had to buy. Begrudgingly, Marley sat down and started knitting a panda beanie. Before long she began waving and yelling insisting I let her go to bed, she was exhausted, and truly, so was I. So off Marley trudged. I worried that she would not make it the 15 or so steps to her bed but she did. I sighed. Then, out of the blue and with the drama level of a high school Shakespearean actress, Marley stood up and threw herself on the floor next to her bed where she slept, I presume, like a baby. Ok Marley, you do you, boo! (broken with toddler patch - 2017)

While Marley slept I slipped into build/buy mode to add a pop of colour to her bedroom with a piece of art that had 2 birds on it and attempted a paint change. The art disappeared when I applied the paint, where did it go? Marley did you take the art?! No, of course not, you're still asleep on the floor.....(reported fixed 17/01/2023 Patch PC: 1.94.147.1030, still broken)

Marley got up bright and early the next morning, I asked her to make eggs and toast....she canceled the request repeatedly insisting she needed to search the web on her phone. (reported fixed 30/08/2022 Patch PC: 1.91.186.1030, still broken)

Finally Marley made it to the kitchen and began to cook...and apparently light the stove on fire

......thanks Marley.....I didn't know you were a closet arsonist.

After breakfast I clicked on the knitting bag and asked Marley to finish the beanie she had started the night before, she said she could not, so I clicked on the rocking chair and asked again, she just waved

I repeatedly tried the bag and the chair to get her to knit, she just kept on waving, she is such a friendly sim <3 Ok Marley, please go knit the beanie on the bed

No? Ok Marley, please scoot over and try the other side of the bed, still waving I see....Marley you have to use the loo, so go do that while I cue up knitting one more time before I reload, ok? Marley, you have been in the bathroom for over an hour....

Are you knitting on the loo?! Are you serious Marley?? Let's move you to a more comfortable place. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T KNIT IN THE DAMN ROCKING CHAIR?! Ok Marley, my face is red and I am annoyed let me just hit pause for a minute...Marley...why are you still moving...did you just "break the space-time continuum" like they cracked that joke about in the "patch" that was supposed to fix this issue?! (reported fixed 17/01/2023 Patch PC: 1.94.147.1030, still broken)

Alright Marley I am going to pull the knitting bag from your inventory, sell it and then buy you a new one, this one is clearly borked...let me just...wait, why can't I put this bag down, what do you mean I can't put it in the middle of the floor where there is literally nothing else around it...*click click click click* Wait, where'd the bag go?!

Marley let's just forget about knitting for a while, please go turn on the vacuum and then we will work on a painting to calm us both down. Oml, Marley that painting is lovel...why is the vacuum cleaner smoking?! Sh*t Marley, I think the vacuum found the knitting bag....

When Marley got home from work the next day she was clearly upset, after a SINGLE DAY at work she was feeling like she was stuck in a dead end passionless job, I sighed.

I asked her to change her clothes and then go paint, she changed her clothes and then stood on her front lawn for over an hour in game time, made a face at me then finally went to paint (known issue, reported as far back as 08/2020, still broken)

When I attempted to save and close the game out of frustration my save got stuck for 40 minutes before I gave up and restarted my PC.

The point of all this, EA/Maxis is you have chosen money over your players. These "fixes" you say you're doing are clearly not actually fixing anything! Your players are crying out for theirs games to be fixed while you are announcing the release of "growing together" And quite honestly I have found myself disgusted with this whole thing. WE SHOULD NOT HAVE TO ADD MODS TO THE GAME TO FIX IT!! To quote a member of this community who I admire greatly "no other ea game is this fucking borked and no other gaming community would accept this but cc and mods more or less served as some sort of bandaid for this broken ass game." -xldkx 31/07/2022 (original post here)

When I am finished posting this I will be going into that horrible buggy af app (I am sensing a theme here) that you have forced us all to switch to, where I will be canceling my pre-order of "growing together" I am done blindly throwing money at you for a game I can not even play in its current state!

FIX YOUR DAMN GAME!!!

#ts4 #busted ass game #fix your sh*t EA

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yunhohours · 2 years ago

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pentagon reaction: sending them nudes

request: [...] I was inspired by svt anon tho how would ptg respond to receiving nudes 🤨

hoetaek: how he reacts very much depends on where he is and how busy he is. if he’s at home, he’s all smiles, sliding even further down the couch he’s sitting on and texting you back eagerly. he’ll keep things pretty tame unless you’re clearly looking for more from him, and then he’s happy to indulge you. he’ll sext you until he gets himself worked up too, but he’d rather tell you about how you affect him instead of showing you, so don’t expect return nudes. he’s a sexy texter though, so you’ll be squirming in your bed or in your seat or wherever you are in no time. if he finds himself unbearably aroused, he’ll suddenly call you and ask you where you are and if he can come get you. if he’s at work, he’s frustrated. not at you, but at all of the things requiring his attention when he’d much rather give it to you. he does his best to not leave you hanging, texting as often as he can, and silently makes the decision to wrap up everything as soon as possible so he can make it up to you.

jinho: in shock. are you crazy? his cheeks burn, he’s so flustered. probably way too worried about anyone else ever getting their hands on your pictures, but he also can’t stop sneaking peeks at them. he’s not too sure how to proceed, so he defaults to the obvious: complimenting you and asking what are these for? he really needs you to tell him what you’re expecting to happen from this point because there’s no way in hell he’s just going to assume and risk embarrassing himself. plus… he just likes hearing you tell him what you want clearly. if he’s at work or busy, he’ll keep it pretty brief text-wise and just tell you that he’ll be over as soon as he can. he’s not really the type to send pictures back or call you. he prefers to do most sexual communication in person. he knows you know that about him, too, and that you sending him these pictures in the first place was just you letting him know what to be prepared for. he appreciates that.

hongseok: he is already planning to carve out some time for you–no matter what his plans are–before he even has time to respond. he gushes about how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you for a few messages before he remembers that other modes of communication are available to him. if he needs to excuse himself from something, he will, but he’s going to call you. he’ll continue to sing your praises, unable to wipe the smile off his face as he can hear you reveling in them. he asks you what you want from him with full intention to deliver whatever it is. he isn’t one for sending nudes himself (he prefers slutty gym shots), but he won’t say no to you if you want one. if he can, though, he’ll come to you and let you have him nude in person. it’s a bit hard for him to go back and forth when he’s away from you because he just wants to touch you so fucking bad. even so, he’s a good sport for as long as he has to be.

shinwon: if you send him nudes while he’s working, he’s like have you lost your mind? he’ll scold you for it a little, but mostly because he’s trying to ignore the effect it has on him. he does not ever send serious nudes. he will send you “nudes” in meme form and that’s it, and he doesn’t do it in this context. he’ll whine so much because now he feels like he’s lowkey hiding a secret from everyone else while also being a little aroused. he doesn’t get fully aroused because the circumstances make him nervous–that is, unless you keep riling him up. as much as he’d like to be strong enough to just ignore his phone so you can’t make it worse for him, he will keep checking it. and he’ll keep playing cold all while feeling completely the opposite inside his body. he really makes it more confusing for himself. even when he’s alone, he likes to play hard to get. the only difference is that when he’s alone, he can just let whatever feelings come… come. either way, he will be seeing you the second he’s able. he tells himself it’s to lecture you, but it quickly becomes about relieving the overwhelming tension he’s been storing. and satisfying you, of course, considering your desires are what started all this in the first place.

changgu: two can play this game. he is cheesing to himself so hard when he immediately presses the button to video call you. he knows he’s risking it by not letting you know first whether or not he’s alone, but he likes to put you on edge a little bit. if he’s alone, he’s asking you if there’s anything you’d like to see too, all too happy to show you any and every part of himself. if he’s at the gym, he’ll watch as you get embarrassed when you realize he’s calling you about your nudes in a place full of other people. he won’t bring them up though. he’ll just be like what are you doing, baby? as if he doesn’t already know. i’m just at the gym right now, look. and he flips to the back camera so you can see his perfectly sculpted form in very little clothing through the gym mirror. he’s sweaty and his muscles and his veins are screaming at you. he knows it all gets to you so much. he won’t be finished with you through a call, though. he’ll always end just before it reaches a point of no return so he can physically come to you instead. he wants you close, always.

yanan: he is so in love. he’ll just stare, not even conscious of how much time is passing, unaware of the way his tongue traces his lips. it feels like such a bold move from you, and he loves it. he has a hard time communicating exactly what he feels, because he’s a little embarrassed. he can be fully aroused, straining against his clothing, and he’ll still text back with short messages because what does he say? just praising you feels so boring and obvious but he doesn’t know what else to do either. he is too shy for this! but he doesn’t want it to stop! you’ll need to guide him sweetly. he will listen. despite his shyness, he will send you a nude if you ask for one. it’s probably just a dick pic tbh, but it’s not an ugly one at least. he would never do it on his own, but if you want it, it’s done. he’ll just send it with the rosiest cheeks. if he’s busy when you send them, he’s going to need to take a quick restroom break. he won’t have the time nor the courage to try and get off with you, but he will get himself off to you so he can get through the rest of his day. he won’t be able to concentrate otherwise. on these occasions, he’ll just default to the typical responses like you’re killing me and he won’t say much else until he gets to be with you later, because simply opening your messages is a risk at this point. he can’t get aroused again.

yuto: you’re the most beautiful thing in the universe to him. his heart feels so full when you share yourself with him, whether it’s via nudes or anything else. he takes the time to really appreciate them before responding. you are perfect, i love you so much. it doesn’t really make him horny. he gets too many warm, fuzzy feelings at first. you’ll have to push the conversation out of a strictly lovey dovey zone if you want him to go there. only then will he realize the urgent sexual undertones of the conversation and only then will he suddenly become aware of the other people around him (if there are any). he’ll find some time to call you, asking you so sweetly in his low voice how to take care of you given his circumstances. it’s really important to him. he is never worried about himself, only focused on making sure you’re given exactly what you need. he will also save your photos and crop a random part of the background so he can post it on his instagram as a memory. no one knows what they’re seeing, but he does.

hyunggu: little shit. takes a selfie smiling with the tip of his finger between his teeth like a minx and sends it back to you. once he sees you’ve read it, he video calls you immediately. if he was with other people, he’s long gone now. he teasingly asks you about what you’re doing and why you’re sending him such things, only to mock pout his lips at you when you’re telling him how badly you want him. he thinks it’s so so so fun to play with you a little because you’ll get so needy and he loves knowing he has that kind of power over you. he always takes care of you, though. he’ll put headphones in and sink down into a chair somewhere so he can talk you through playing with yourself if you’re up for it. if you’re not, he’ll manage to dip early from whatever he’s doing to come to you. in the meantime, he keeps the tension high, texting you back every single second that you’d think he wasn’t busy. he doesn’t send nudes, but he will send you the most drool-inducing lewds you’ve ever seen.

wooseok: wooseok.exe has stopped working. literally chokes on his water if he’s drinking some when he opens your text. he’s actually frozen for a couple minutes because he doesn’t know what to do. he’ll call you briefly because he needs to know what’s up and texting might take a little too long for him when he’s on edge like this. once you tell him why you sent the pictures, he’s soooo flustered, but also quite excited. it feels really good to know that he can make you want him so much at all, much less when he’s not even with you, not even touching you. he’ll hang up once he knows what’s going on and go back to texting you. he’ll do his best to keep you entertained, figuring it out along the way. he isn’t too forward with his words because he still feels a bit shy, but he’ll surprise you by suddenly sending you a picture of his big, pretty hand resting in his lap, rings sparkling. he knows how much you love his hands.

#th: ptg #th: pentagon #pentagon smut #ptg smut #kpop smut #ptg reactions #pentagon reactions #kpop reactions

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scared-of-the-darkness · 3 years ago

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Who wants to hear my Danny Phantom headcanons (you. you do idiot)

1: Danny floats off the ground but other things around him can too (clothes, small objects, etc.) and post-accident danny was not very good at making sure things did float so he wore his shirt tucked in for about a month to stop it floating up during school.

2: Speaking of floating, I just feel like Danny has no control when he's asleep because his body is powered off so it defaults to like 50/50 mode and he ends up floating about 2 inches off his bed.

3: After the accident, Tucker was trying to test stuff and Sam came up with the perfect idea to just throw shit at Danny and see what passed through him. (this went on for longer than it should have)

4: Sam sleeps in a NASA hoodie she stole from Danny's room the night after they brought him home in the first episode.

5: Tucker's alert noise on his phone is the Danny Phantom theme song.

6: Jazz knows a lot about palm reading/astrology, because she learned about it as "fake" in her phycology class but honestly kinda likes it.

7: Sam Manson uses She/They pronouns.

8: Danny and Sam share a playlist that has a lot of emo shit because of Sam and Danny complains about it a lot but secretly knows all the words to almost all of them because he listens to them when he thinks about her.

9: Tucker calls Danny everynight to help him study but usually it just devolves into reading shit on the internet within 30 minutes of starting.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam mandon #tucker foley #jazz fenton #cartoons #nickelodeon #headcanons

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lavenderbexlatte · 3 years ago

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shameless ch 2: speechless

stray kids 4.6k words female reader insert Reader x Lee Felix SFW

🖤 warnings: realistic idol!au, questionable power dynamics, idol/fan interactions, unresolved tension, deep/mature themes, the slowest of slow burns, felix is truly whipped and reader is...🖤

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felix lee: i’m running rlly late :c felix lee: can you pls just come to the dorm felix lee: manager wants me to talk to the dior guy myself i will b so late

You stare down at your phone in your hand.

Really, what could it hurt?

It’s been weeks of casual dating, and Felix is a staple in your life to the point that you sometimes forget that his involves things like conference calls with Dior reps. You wouldn’t have thought it possible to forget what kind of reality you’re in, but the power of routine has really set in.

Today, specifically, Felix is supposed to be en route to the river park, for a walk and some convenience-store ramen for dinner. This phone meeting was supposed to be earlier in the day, but obviously something outside of his control has changed. You’re already on the train, though, on your way across town.

It admittedly wouldn’t take much to get on the other metro line, to zip over to his neighborhood instead.

You’re a little too tired to worry, today. You just want to see Felix, have some excessive sodium and brave the autumn cold for a few hours, and then collapse into bed. You can handle having today be the day that you cross this line.

It’s not a big deal. It won’t be a big deal.

So you change course. You get the address from a very relieved Felix, and you head to the dorm, instead. The tiredness and the monotony of travel dulls your anxiety to a low hum, and you figure that it’ll be just fine.

That all changes when Bang Chan opens the door.

You make it to the dorm. Knock. Wait.

The door opens.

And it’s not Felix. It’s Bang Chan.

He blinks at you, sleepy eyes under the heavy hood of his dark sweatshirt. “Oh.”

He’s looking at you like you’re the thing that he least expected to find on his doorstep. He’s looking at you like he’s not sure if he’s imagining you there or not, like he’s trying to come to terms with the idea of your existence. It’s intimidating in its emptiness.

No, not just intimidating. It’s something else entirely. Your jaw is clenched, your knees locked. If you didn’t know better, you’d say that you’d entered fight, flight, or freeze mode and defaulted to freeze in an instant. You struggle against the urge to look down at your feet, instead of up at his face.

For one heart-stopping instant, you actually wonder if you’re at the wrong house, until your wits come back to you and you remember that, no, this is Felix’s idol group member. His idol group leader. You swallow. It’s not like you can leave. Felix is expecting you.

“Um, is…Felix…?” you ask weakly.

Bang Chan blinks at you again. There’s a silence that stretches far longer than you would like, and then he gives himself a little shake and gives you a little nod.

“Yeah, Felix, yes. He’s here,” he tells you, “You can just – d’you wanna wait inside?”

You try to dismiss it, “Oh, I can just-”

“No, no, come in,” Chan insists.

“Really, I’m okay-”

“Sorry, you kind of startled me,” he apologizes, cutting you off with a sheepish dimpled grin that makes a dull panic rise behind your eyes, because oh my god this is real, isn’t it?

“Me?” you answer, eloquent as ever.

“I just didn’t – yeah. Come in, sit down. Felix is on the phone,” Chan tells you, taking a step deeper into the apartment and beckoning you after him.

You follow him inside.

It’s like stepping into another dimension, for how significant it feels. This is your Neil Armstrong moment, your one giant leap. Or maybe it’s not. Maybe you’re just freaking out over nothing, overreacting to meeting the roommates of a guy you’re dating.

Because that’s what they are. His roommates. Felix’s roommates.

Stray Kids Felix.

Chan turns around again, pushing a hand back through his messy hair as he regards you carefully. “You’re (Y/N), right?”

You absolutely don’t flinch when Bang Chan says your name. “Yeah.”

“I’ve heard about you,” he says. “Nice to put a face to the name.”

“Felix talks about me?” you ask, unsure why this surprises you.

It shouldn’t surprise you. He’s been going out with you for nearly a month, now, and these guys are his friends and coworkers and roommates and literally constant companions. But you still struggle to believe it.

“Sure,” Chan nods.

“That’s…huh,” you say, truly stumped.

Chan gives you another one of those gentle half-smiles. “Lemme go see if Lix is done.”

“Okay.”

As Chan disappears into the house, leaving you standing by the entry to their big square living room, you find yourself equally hoping and dreading that another member will show up.

You wonder how you’d react. If seeing another one of them would make you feel the way Chan is making you feel, would make you want to crawl out of your skin and never return, would drop your heart into your heels and bead nervous sweat across your temples.

Because Chan…well. Chan. You’ve always-

“Hey!”

Felix’s face is bright, makeup-free, and exuberantly excited to see you. It’s not something that should make you jump, but you do, startling visibly so that he laughs and puts an affectionate hand on your shoulder.

“Hey,” he says again, “Sorry, just got off the call. I didn’t scare you, did I?”

He’s beaming. You don’t know what your face is doing, but it’s not that.

“No,” you lie, “I was just thinking.”

“About how messy this place is, I’m sure,” Chan cuts in with a wayward laugh, and oh.

He’s still here, too, isn’t he?

“It’s been worse,” Felix says.

“Doesn’t mean it’s good now,” Chan replies.

Felix lets go of you to go dig a pair of shoes out of an overflowing closet that spills sneakers and boots into the hall, and you don’t move an inch. To your own detriment, because now that he’s out of your line of sight, you’re just staring at Chan.

He doesn’t even give you a second glance, going back to the ridiculous gaming chair that faces a sleek PC setup in the corner by their mismatched dining set. His back is to you, but you find yourself tracing his shoulder line with your eyes in your dull disbelief.

These are idols.

Felix is an idol.

You always knew it. You were overly aware of it, from your first conversation. You’ve been bending yourself around that truth, fitting yourself into it. And now, suddenly, you feel stripped bare by it.

“Ready!” Felix announces, as he finishes off his shoelace with a flourish.

“Yay,” you answer weakly.

“Have fun!” Chan calls over his shoulder.

He still doesn’t look up, and you find a prickle of longing in the back of your mind, wishing that maybe he would. You don’t know why.

That’s a lie.

You know why, and you think about it as Felix leads you into the hall and away. Your body leaves that crowded living room, but your mind lingers, somewhere right behind that gaming chair and the broad shoulders nestled there.

🦋 him 🦋

She’s wearing the hoodie that they bought together all those weeks ago.

It’s a small thing, probably not even that significant to her, but it makes Felix’s heart do a giddy little flip in his chest all the same.

Things are coming up Felix, today. Chan was nice, didn’t even pull any group leader or big brother bullshit. She came over to the dorm, even though she’s obviously been a little nervous about it, taking another step into Felix’s life. And they get to go on a date.

They’re well on the date, actually.

They’ve snagged a table outside the GS25, steaming instant ramen cups in front of each of them and a bottle of juice to pass back and forth. The autumn wind is cold, but it’s comfortable enough.

But she’s worrying her disposable wooden chopsticks between her fingers, and it makes Felix wonder.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks.

She shrugs. “Just stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” he presses, with a half-smile.

Rather than answering, she fishes out another bite of ramen and feeds it into her mouth. That’s okay. Felix can wait until she’s ready to share.

“I know it’s something,” he says.

She shrugs.

And then finally, she says, “Chan was really nice.”

“Did you expect him not to be?” Felix asks, amused.

“No, I just…” she shrugs again, “He was so nice.”

“It’s easy to be nice to you.”

She grins, even as she rolls her eyes at the compliment. “Still.”

“You’re right, though, he could have given us more grief,” Felix says thoughtfully. “Figured he would have.”

“Are they all that nice?” she asks.

“The members?”

She nods.

“Of course.”

Felix digs back into his own meal, satisfied that he’s gotten some of the truth out of her, even though her face is still pensive.

It’s a nice face. He likes looking at it.

A gust of wind sends leaves skittering under the table and around their feet, and she burrows farther into the plush of her hoodie. She looks so cute, ruffled and chilled through, and Felix can’t help it.

“I can’t believe…” she’s saying, “I mean really, I can’t-”

Felix cuts her off with a kiss. Their first, he realizes with a thrill, and maybe the first he’s had since he was a teenager. He can’t really remember. His career and the constant threat of losing it for the most minor social infraction has kept him away from all potential kisses for a long time. There’s a lovely haze of excitement settling over his consciousness, and when he pulls away, he swears he’s tingling.

She looks at him in surprise. She pulls her tongue over her bottom lip absently. And then she keeps talking, where she left off.

“I can’t believe Chan really dresses like that.”

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She comes to the dorm two more times that month.

Both times, it’s her asking to come over, rather than spending time out somewhere else. Felix isn’t sure what changed, but he’s more than happy to stay in sweats and order in dinner.

The first time, Felix makes sure that everyone else is out of the house. They don’t need a whole audience of nosy bandmates, watching them watch a movie and making comments to each other like the nuisances they are. Even so, he’s hyperaware of the fact that at least ten other people have access to the dorm and could come back at any moment.

“We could go to my room, if you’re worried it’ll get weird,” Felix offers, “Managers won’t go in there, or anything.”

But she frowns. “You don’t have your own room, though.”

“Nobody’s home, we’ll have full privacy. But yeah, I share with Chan-hyung and ‘Bin-hyung,” Felix says.

Her face freezes.

Immediately, he starts backtracking in his mind, wondering which part of what he said is freaking her out. Oh, God, does she think he’s implying that he wants to have sex tonight? All that emphasis on being alone together? That would be cool, of course, awesome, excellent, but that’s not what he meant-

“We don’t have to,” he says, as soon as he realizes how long the silence has been.

“No, just…let’s stay out here,” she says.

They’re already squished side by side on the living room couch, so it’s easy enough to just stay there.

Felix slings an arm around her shoulders, and she leans into him so that he can smile softly into her hair. “Sounds good to me.”

-----

The second time, they have company.

Felix didn’t even think about the possibility of it, earlier that day, when he invited her over. Why would he? If the dorm is empty for the day, it usually stays that way. Days off mean everyone retreats to their own corners of the world and no one is home before they have to be. But they definitely aren’t alone together this time.

The living room is empty, save for the Switch and its missing joycon that Felix is turning the place upside-down to find. It’s really hard to play multiplayer games with only one controller, after all, and Felix promised her a Smash tournament. But after a thorough search of the room turns up nothing, the next logical place to look is in his room.

“Hold on, I’ll find it,” Felix promises, as he darts toward his bedroom door.

“I can come help,” she offers.

It’s something of a weird offer, considering the last time she was here, she didn’t even want to set foot in his room. She follows him this time, around the sofa and over to the short hallway that connects the living space to the bedrooms.

Felix dismisses her gently. “Nah, it’ll only be a second-”

But the door opens before Felix can even reach for the knob, and there she is. That girl. Chan’s girl, the Cool Girl. She’s dressed to the nines in slacks and mules and a puff-sleeved blouse, and there’s a hickey on her throat the size of a Cadbury egg.

“Hi, Felix,” she offers, perfectly lovely and polite.

She gives him a warm smile that shines with something that Felix can’t quite parse, and then she’s brushing past him on her way out.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were home,” comes Chan’s voice blithely from inside the bedroom.

“We got home like fifteen minutes ago,” Felix answers.

“We?” Chan echoes.

“Yeah, me and…” Felix blanches.

He turns around, and they’re face to face, wary like cats. Smiling at each other, sure, but the energy is wildly uncomfortable.

“This is so cute,” Cool Girl is saying, with a pluck at her sweater sleeve, “Where did you get it?”

If she answers Cool Girl, Felix doesn’t hear it, but it’s not another ten seconds before Cool Girl has clicked her way out of the room and left a horrible silence in her wake.

“I really didn’t know you were home,” Chan says again, wrenching Felix back into the moment, and this time it’s dripping with apology.

“It’s fine,” Felix says, and that’s true.

“I should have texted ahead, bro, really.”

“Do you ever?” asks Felix wryly.

“Maybe I should start,” Chan grins.

It’s then that Felix realizes Chan is completely nude save for the pair of briefs he’s obviously just shoved on, and while that’s not unusual in itself, the context makes Felix want to blush all the way down to his toes. He spots his joycon on the floor by his bed, and he gratefully shoves Chan aside and grabs the stupid blue thing.

“Just came for this, anyway,” Felix says, as he retreats.

“Enjoy,” Chan says, and he raises his voice to call out to her before the door slams, “Good to see you!”

Felix isn’t sure if this really qualifies as seeing each other. Or as anything good. But the pleasantry seems to set her more at ease, and Felix leads her back to the living room in a valiant attempt to pretend nothing happened.

-----

They also go to hers a few times. And those times are the most confusing of all.

When they’re truly alone, at her tiny apartment that makes Felix wonder what his life could be if things had gone differently, she’s just herself.

She’s the person he likes so much, flannel shirts and playlists, beat-up sneakers by the door and an unabashed peek of his friends’ faces from her music collection. She shows him movies and stupid YouTube videos and orders him her favorite takeout that his managers would kill him for eating (his skin! his physique!).

When they’re alone, she talks more. She smiles more, a real smile that wrinkles her nose and sets her eyes alight. She goes barefaced like he does, she’ll put on a skincare mask and give him one and they’ll sit there listening to music and letting the dubiously-effective serums sink in.

She’s something that he has chosen, a rarity in his life that has grown so much in the last few years, bigger and wilder and more wonderful but also far, far out of his control. She’s something he picked for himself.

And Felix likes her. So much.

That makes it all the weirder when she starts to change.

He notices it for the first time on a Saturday morning, when she comes to the dorm to make cookies with him. Maybe she had been changing for a while, in her day-to-day when they’re not together, but Felix is still bowled over when he sees her.

She’s right on time. She’s beaming at him. And her clothes-

That’s not usually what Felix focuses on, because why would he? But it’s impossible to ignore today. He opens the apartment door, and there she is, looking nothing like herself.

“What are you wearing?” he asks.

He immediately curses himself silently; that wasn’t supposed to come out.

She wilts just the slightest bit at his words, and her discomfort makes the outfit look even more out of place.

It’s a look that Felix has definitely seen before, though he couldn’t put a finger on exactly where. A loose, airy blouse over tailored slim-fit pants, practical Mary Jane walkers. Neutral pastel colors that complement each other well, a pale blue and a slate grey.

Pretty, of course. The pieces fit well. But they’re not…right. They’re not right.

“You don’t like it?” she asks.

“No, no,” Felix says quickly, “I’ve just never seen this outfit before.”

“It’s new,” she says.

“I can tell.”

The distinctive smell of new clothes is strong, that perfume that hangs over department stores and boutiques. She must have just bought everything, head to toe. The thing that Felix cannot figure out is why.

"You look great," Felix assures her.

"Thanks."

She looks sheepish, still, though the alarm at Felix's reaction has faded.

"But we're gonna be baking, you know," he says.

She shrugs, "I can be careful."

"I can give you something to put on. I don't think we have aprons but there's gotta be something."

Felix has all the baking things ready. Ingredients ready on the counter, bowls and spoons and whisks on the kitchen table.

He put most of them out last night, actually, too excited at the prospect of doing something so cute and domestic with someone like her. The last person who really sat and baked with him for the process of it was Chan, and that was for a vlog so it wasn't the same at all. It wouldn't have been the same even without the camera, Felix tells himself. So this is an exciting first.

As she toes off those Mary Janes, so new that the treads on the bottom are barely dirty, Felix rummages through the cabinets to see if they have any spare aprons. He thinks the managers took the ones they'd had for washing, and he can't recall if they ever came back.

Doesn't seem like they did.

He glances at her, still by the door, adjusting the tuck of her lovely blouse, and he knows that this won't do.

A quick trip into his room, a glance around the mess, and he has the solution.

"Here."

She looks down at the bundle of fabric nonplussed.

"It's an old t-shirt," Felix explains, as he turns back to the ingredients, eager to begin, "I don't have an apron for you so just, like. Wear that to keep your clothes clean."

She laughs. "Thanks."

Flour, sugar, vanilla extract, salt, eggs and butter from the fridge. Everything seems in order, but as Felix fixes his gaze on her again, obviously that sentiment isn't completely true.

She's just holding up the t-shirt, looking at it as if it's some kind of giant bug or a garbage bag or something. It's clean, Felix tugged it out of one of the dresser drawers stuffed full of old training clothes and smelled it himself, but she's still looking at it with no small amount of trepidation. She's certain not putting it on.

"What's up?"

"This..." she shakes the shirt gently, "This isn't yours."

Felix peers at it more closely, and sees that the sleeves are gone, leaving a ragged hem that suggest they were cropped off at home with a pair of scissors. "Huh. Nah, must be hyung's."

Which hyung, he's not sure, since both guys who share Felix's room are known for homemade muscle tees and their absolute refusal to wear real clothes. But the confirmation does not seem to make her feel any better.

"You want me to wear this?" she asks.

"Unless you wanna get eggs and flour on your new clothes," Felix says, perplexed.

He's not quite sure why she's hesitating. If it's the borrowing-clothes thing, Felix takes their stuff all the time, so that's not an issue. He can wash it after, if it gets dirty. He says as much, and she still just looks at the wrinkled black fabric.

It's one of their old album release shirts, Felix notices. Miroh, he thinks. Damn, that's been kicking around for a while, then.

He almost comments on it, too, but as if she's breaking out of her little trance, she slips the shirt on over her nice clothes, and the moment is over.

She approaches the table where Felix stands, takes in the assortment of ingredients, and she smiles. "Let's do this."

-----

The second batch of cookies, these ones full of M&M's and pretzel pieces at her ingenious suggestion, have just gone into the oven when the members get home.

Not all of them, luckily. Felix doesn't know what he would do if Jisung and Seungmin and Jeongin were around to give him shit about having a girl over on one of their precious days off. They're his friends, but damn if they're not the absolute worst.

It's just Minho and Chan.

"Guys are home," Felix says.

She's watching the cookies through the tiny glass door of the tabletop convection oven, and she simply replies, "They can't have any."

Minho comes in first, levels her with a smile that doesn't quite reach his tired eyes, and goes right to the fridge to retrieve a Monster and a snack. He cracks the can, and as he's looking at her, his gaze slides down to the borrowed t-shirt as she absentmindedly wipes the flour off her hands along the hem of the shirt.

Felix throws him a warning glare, but Minho just looks back toward the foyer and says, casual as anything, "Hey, hyung? Isn't that yours?"

The calm is well and truly shattered then, and she turns around to look at Minho in alarm.

"Felix lent me-"

But Chan makes his way into the kitchen, too, and when he sees the t-shirt, he stops. His expression is unreadable, which is saying a lot since Felix knows him immeasurably well and Chan is also very easy to read regardless. Is he upset about the stains of flour and water? Is it that some girl he's only met a few times is wearing his clothes without his permission? None of those seem like things that would particularly upset Chan, though, so Felix is left staring at his hyung and guessing.

"Yeah, it is," Chan says, finally.

"It was in the drawer, she needed something to borrow," Felix says, hoping to head off any kind of confrontation before it begins.

"Nah, no worries," says Chan, and he looks like he means it.

"You sure?"

"'Course I'm sure," he grins.

Minho, for his part, is watching with far too much interest, sipping from his energy drink and leaning against the middle fridge. He's never really stuck around when she was over before, and his new interest makes Felix more than a little curious.

"Those look good," Chan says, eyeing the cookies lined up on their baking tray, cooling on the kitchen table.

"You wanna try?" she asks him.

Felix snorts. "You just said they couldn't have any."

She looks at him, a little exasperated. "I was kidding."

"Can I?" Chan asks.

At her eager nod, Chan peels one of the half-cooled chocolate chip cookies up and jams the entire thing into his mouth. It's like a weird game of telephone, as she watches Chan, Minho watches her, and Felix watches Minho.

"So good," Chan confirms, muffled by his full mouth.

She fidgets, and Minho peers at her even harder.

"That's all Felix," she says, "He's the master chef. I haven't baked in so long."

"But you helped," Chan grins.

It's her turn to make a face that Felix can't quite parse, but before anything can cross the line from slightly weird to actually firmly weird, Minho slings an arm around Chan's shoulders and begins leading him out of the room.

"Let the lovebirds make their shit," Minho instructs.

"Yeah, yeah," Chan twists in Minho's grip to throw a wave and an even bigger smile at her and Felix. "Have fun!"

Her face falls ever so slightly once Chan and Minho are gone, retreated to their rooms after doing whatever it is they'd gone out to do together. The calm content that had settled over the kitchen as they shaped the cookies, filled the trays, waited for the finished desserts, isn't quite the same as it was.

And as much as Felix doesn't want to think that his friends could be the reason for that, the logic stands: she was fine before seeing them, and now it's weird.

It's weird, right?

Why is it weird?

---------------

Felix never really gets any answers about that cookie-making date turning odd at the end, but to be fair, he doesn't ask her any questions about it.

He's always been the type to pick his battles. It's a necessary skill in a career like his, to know when to push the issue and when to let go, and this seems like as good a time as any to just take things at face value and move on. It's still a little jarring for her, a fan of the group, to see the members when she's not thinking about it. Felix has to just accept that.

It would be easier to accept if things didn't keep happening.

Felix doesn't get to see her for a few weeks after that day. It's all because of scheduling conflicts on his end, as usual. His job picks up and drops at the most random times, and after a few weeks of free and clear weekends, he's got back-to-back commitments again.

But as soon as he has time, they plan for one of their standard movie night in at her place.

Maybe it'll be better if they're back on her terms, in her space, where things usually make sense.

She looks like herself when she opens the door that night, dressed in casual shorts and a comfortable t-shirt, unready and soft and normal. It lets Felix relax, releases any worry that she was making aesthetic changes for him, for whatever reason.

She's normal, but her apartment is a little different.

The posters are gone.

Or, mostly gone.

All the old ones, pictures of assorted groups that she's talked to him about over the weeks and months, have disappeared. Even her albums have moved, relegated to a high shelf out of view. Felix has to really look to find them, hidden high above.

There is, however, one new poster, front and center, drawing the eye more than anything else in the room.

Felix's own eyes gaze down at him, face glitter-caked and Photoshopped to a smooth approximation of its usual shape, the members posed around his tiny austere image looking much the same.

It's a poster from their latest album. And somehow, their group name that usually fits like his own feels something like a threat, an exposition, emblazoned across the bottom corner of the print. Stray Kids.

Stray Kids' Felix.

Is that how she wants to see him?

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