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[whimsiwitchy]

Controversially Young Girlfriend (part two)

Hugh Jackman x popstar!reader 

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summary: y/n is a globally beloved pop star. She is known for her talent and dedication towards her craft. Recently, she has also been known for her preference for older men. After a breakup with her former older boyfriend, she had a run in with the hottest dilf right now, Hugh Jackman. Y/n tried to warn him, but what can she say, she has an effect on hot, older men. 

warnings: age gap (23/55), cursing, y/n used, implied shorter reader, afab reader, she/her pronouns. 

warnings will change as the story progresses! all descriptions of real people in this story are FAKE. I do not know these people and this is purely fiction. Please let me know if I missed anything!! <3

authors note: I truly appreciate every single one of you who has enjoyed this story and has shown it love. I want to have a slow start to things so I hope everyone appreciates a good slow burn lol. enjoy! <3

part two: pathetic

London was absolutely beautiful. You’d always dreamed of coming here- simply exploring anywhere out of America really. It was so fun being in a foreign place hearing silly accents all day, you loved it. You wanted nothing more than to do a world tour for your debut album but your label decided to play it safe by only touring around North America. Now that you were here, you dreamed bigger and would try your hardest to gain the fan base it took to have a world tour. Traveling was honestly one of the best perks of being famous. 

famous

It was a word you were still getting used to as it almost felt shallow to refer to yourself as such. Though it was true. You were famous. Having that interaction with Hugh and Ryan yesterday made the reality sink in even more. Two men who had been in the industry for decades knew who you were, it was mind boggling to put it simply. The embarrassment seemed to keep creeping in when you would remember your interaction between the two men yesterday. The yelp of surprise and the quick, but loud, ‘holy shit’ that was thrown from your mouth involuntarily made you cringe. Hugh asking about Pedro was something you weren’t prepared for at all either. It made sense for him to ask, if he was a close friend of Pedro’s then your name being brought up didn’t seem like the oddest thing. However, never meeting Hugh before, you wished the conversation could have been different. 

Ugh stupid hot, tall, older, Australian man that could sing. He was literally everything you found attractive bundled up into one man. You had a brief obsession with The Greatest Showman, as every theater kid did, but your celebrity crush of the movie was Zac Efron. If only freshman you could see current you, she’d probably laugh. 

Hugh had been on your mind all night and hadn’t left since you woke up this morning. If you could remember, you’d be certain he was the focus of your dreams too. The following and the comment was shocking to say the least. From Ryan’s words, they were fans but why did he follow you after he had met you instead of before. Ha, as you think about it more, it probably wasn’t even him. It was more than likely someone who was hired to run his socials, just like the person on your team that posted that photo for you. You were definitely overthinking it all…This morning when you were brushing your teeth, you kept trying to remember the feeling of his big hand on the base of your spine. It was all a bit pathetic. 

“Helloooo…earth to y/n.” Ashley, your best friend, says as she snaps her fingers in front of your face. “Are you going to tell me what has you all spaced out or do I have to deal with you moping around this entire trip?” There's a hint of annoyance in her voice. 

Ashley has been your best friend since middle school. She was always your number one supporter, so in return, you take her almost everywhere with you. Of course you invited her to London and of course she planned an entire itinerary around your busy work schedule. Her company was appreciated but it was impossible to hide your emotions from her, making moments like this difficult. 

“I’m sorry. It’s nothing really, it can wait until later.” If the two of you weren’t sitting in the middle of a small cafe, you would have told her every single thought that sat in your brain, but you couldn’t. You never knew who was listening in on your conversations. That became something you had to get used to, not being able to exist in public. It usually wasn’t too bad, for example, you could sit in a cafe with your best friend but sometimes things got out of hand and you couldn’t even walk down the street.

“Okay, you better.” She gave you an understanding nod. “So, I bought us tickets to go on the London Eye at 2pm then I thought we could go grab a late lunch or dinner, whatever you-��� You’re looking at her and nodding trying your best to pay attention but you can’t. You hated the way one singular interaction with Hugh had your entire day scrambled. If you ever saw him again, you’d have to tell him off for being so hot and ruining the fun London trip you had planned. 

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The wait for the London Eye ended up taking an extra forty five minutes and Ashley was pissed. She was a very schedule oriented person, one minute off and she’s stressed the fuck out. The entire time we waited, she complained and would have had the king on the phone if you hadn't stopped her. Her mood was unchanged by the time you stepped into your private cart.

“If I tell you all of my boy drama, would it make you calm down and enjoy the ride?” You ask slyly as you look down at the water below as the wheel starts to move the bubble you’re sitting in higher. 

She gasps and her eyes go wide.

“BOY DRAMA???” She screams out, her previous negative mood disappearing and her eyes light up with excitement.

You sigh as you gather your thoughts. 

“Well..it’s not really drama. I may or may not have a teensy crush on someone.” 

“Oh my god!! Who is it? Have I met them?” 

“Uh no. I actually just met him-” She’s cutting you off before you can finish your sentence. 

“YOU SLUT!” She yells, pointing an accusing finger at you. 

“What the hell Ash? I didn’t even tell yo-” 

“It’s Hugh fucking Jackman isn’t it? Stacy said she saw the way you looked at him yesterday. Jesus y/n, you don’t even know the guy.” She’s rambling on, judgment clear in her voice. 

“Since when are you and Stacy on talking terms?” You purposely ignore everything else she said. Ashley was jealous of Stacy for awhile. When you asked her about it she claimed that Stacy was trying to steal her best friend away. It took a lot of reassurance that the relationship you had with Stacy was work before friendship- and if she had become a good friend along the way, that was something you weren’t going to tell Ashley. 

“We can be civil when it comes to concerns for you.” 

“And what concerns are there lately?” 

“Huh… Stacy let me in on your little conversation yesterday about swearing off men for a little bit but once Hugh stepped through the door, she said that she could tell that idea was out the window.” She’s trying her hardest to keep a straight face but there was a slight smirk peeking through. 

“Oh my fucking god, you guys are so dramatic. Yes he’s fine as FUCK but like you said I dont know him. I probably won’t ever see him again.” You sigh at the end. You really wanted to see him again. 

“What even happened that has you wrapped around his finger already?” You don’t speak for a moment as you think about how to say your thoughts without feeling dumb. 

“Please don’t tell me you only have a crush on him because he’s hot…You take your crushes too far for that.” There's a look of panic resting on her face. 

“He uh…well…you know how we took the pictures yesterday for BBC?” You ask and she's nodding. “I thought he looked good but I swear I wasn’t thinking anything irrational. It was when we had to take those stupid pictures and he rested his hand on my back…Ash, I swear there was a spark or something. It felt so… I don’t know…so.. right?” The cart you’re in is sitting at the top of the wheel and you’re taking advantage of the view while you wait for Ashley to respond. When she doesn’t, you turn to look at her. She’s staring blankly at you, giving you slow blinks. 

“What?” Your voice is soft, barely above a whisper. 

“Y/n, how old is he?” Her expression is unchanging. 

“Fifty five…I googled it last night..” You were feeling ashamed of your behavior. You felt like a kid with a stupid school crush. Pathetic. 

“Hm, that’s your oldest yet. What’s next, eighty or ninety five is probably more to your taste huh?” She’s making fun of you and it hurts. You know she’s never approved of your taste in men but you can’t really help it. It’s not like you block out guys your age, they just don’t satisfy you. They’re mean, boring, and losers. You wanted a real man. Someone who was established in life and could take care of you. 

“Whatever..” You let out softly. The cart was nearing the bottom once again and you were ready to be free of the room of gossip and judgment. 

“Y/n… you know I only want what’s best for you. I mean look at what happened with Pedro and all the other men before him.” She’s sincere and you understand her point of view but you wished she would understand yours as well. 

“I know Ash. It’s just a stupid crush anyways.” It was more of a reminder to yourself rather than to Ashley. She was right, you did have a habit of taking your crushes too far. You always had to try to get the guy who held your attention but you were confident in who you were. Most times it worked but a break from dating was what was best for you. 

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To apologize for being mean, Ashley was currently on the phone with some poor worker from one of Gordon Ramsay’s restaurants. She already made a reservation for tomorrow night but thought tonight would be better to cheer you up. You tried to reason with her by telling her that there were plenty of great restaurants in London we could get into tonight, but she insisted on having a very touristy dinner tonight instead of tomorrow, like it made any of a difference. 

“I know the reservation is for tomorrow but miss y/l/n needs it for tonight.” Her voice is strong and unwavering, determined to get a table tonight. She’s been throwing your name around left and right hoping that someone would know who you were. It all felt too pretentious for your liking but you couldn’t control Ashley when she was like this. 

You were sprawled across your hotel bed, scrolling through instagram. The voices inside your head were screaming to look at Hugh’s page, just a peak. Last night after you saw the comment, you practically threw your phone across the room, too afraid to look at it again. You're honestly thankful for that reaction because who knows how long you would have stayed awake thinking about it and diving into his life. You did make that quick google search to see just how old he was but that was the end of your exploration. 

Your fingers moved faster than your brain could process, typing his name into the search bar and clicking his profile the second it popped up. You didn’t have to scroll far into his account before your heart started to race. You clicked on a mirror selfie he had posted of him in his wolverine costume with sunglasses on. The pose and the caption really showed his age but for your sick brain, it made everything about him even sexier. You cautiously swiped out of that picture to prevent an accidental like. The next picture to catch your attention was one of Hugh in the trunk of a car. Your eyes almost jump out of your face with your tongue rolling onto the ground like the cartoons. The size of his arm was insane. You weren’t one to go for muscular men, but Hugh could choke you out with that arm any time he wanted to. His smile was so dreamy. You hadn’t seen Deadpool and Wolverine yet, not really having interest before, but now you might have to take a solo trip to the movies. You were cooked.

“Thank you, I’m glad we were able to come to an agreement. Yes tonight at 8pm.” Ashley is hanging up the phone and lets out a high pitched squeal. 

“How do you do that?” You’ve always been amazed at her negotiating skills and her ability to get whatever she wants. 

“Natural talent..also having a famous bestie doesn’t hurt.” She giggles and checks the time. Her laughter turns to a gasp. “We have to get ready, it’s already 6pm!” She’s gathering her things and as she’s rushing out of the door, she’s telling you that she’ll be back soon to get dolled up together. 

You had to learn how to style yourself over the past year of being in the limelight. Fashion was something you had been interested in but in Minden, if you dressed too out of the ordinary, people would stare. You shied away from it for longer than necessary and only recently learned how to express yourself freely thanks to your stylist, Kat. For dinner, you picked out a lengthy fitted black dress. It had the prettiest floral pattern that covered it with butterflies popping up here and there. What sold you on the dress though were the two frilly pieces of fabric that hung on either side of the dress. It was stunning and it looked even better on you. You decided on letting your hair sit in its natural state, not caring to put much effort into it. 

When Ashley came tumbling back into your room, wearing a red fitted dress, the two of you put some music on and got to work. You weren’t going for a super complicated makeup look, simply deciding on a small winged eyeliner, mascara, a dark blood red lip stain, and a hint of blush. Layering a few necklaces and adding some hooped earrings, your look was almost complete. All that was left were a pair of black heels that had two strings that you effortlessly swirled around your calf tying it into a cute bow at the top. 

“You look smoking hot! Let me take a picture of you.” Ashley whistles and grabs your phone to take a few shots. She was right, you looked good. You decided to post one of the pictures of your instagram story with a small caption that said ‘dinner time 😋’. 

What you loved about Ashley is that she took your fame with a grain of salt most of the time. When you wanted to take an uber or taxi somewhere, she never complained. You often got tired of taking private cars everywhere, wanting a little normality when you could get it. The uber ride over was a quiet one, both of you too focused on the view outside of your own windows, soaking in the reality of being in Europe. 

The restaurant was gorgeous. It wasn’t over the top fancy with normal everyday people littering the dining area, it was nice. Ashley and yourself were in quiet conversation as you looked over the menu. Feeling adventurous, you asked the waitress what she recommended and you ended up ordering the dish. Sipping on your espresso martini, you took a moment to feel grateful for the life you got to live. 

“Oh you have got to be kidding me.” Ashley is sighing with a slight roll of her eyes. 

“Good evening y/n.” A voice is approaching behind you before you could question Ashleys sudden annoyance. It was a voice you recognized, hearing it the day before. You turn around to see Hugh standing behind your left shoulder and you stand up to greet him properly. You’ve gotten accustomed to hugging almost everyone you meet nowadays, you lean in without thinking. 

“Oh my god! Hi Hugh.” There's a big grin on your face. It felt like a sign that you were seeing him again. 

“I don’t want to bother you ladies for too long. I recognized your dress and wanted to come say hi. I also wanted to apologize for bringing up Pedro yesterday, it was rude of me to do without even introducing myself first.” He lets out in his gruff voice, accent strong. His arm and yours are still interlocked in a weird side hug type of position. 

“It’s totally fine, you didn’t know.” You look into his eyes with utmost sincerity. “Oh uh, this is my best friend Ashley. Ashley, this is Hugh.” He breaks the side hug to reach to shake Ashley’s hand. 

“Nice to meet you.” Hugh lets out and Ashley responds with a short ‘you too.’ You give her a look that says ‘be nice’. 

“Well, I’ll get out of your hair. It was really nice seeing you again sweetheart.” He smiles down at you.

“It was nice seeing you again as well.” 

“Here let me.” He’s motioning to your chair. You take a seat and he's pushing it forward for you. 

“Thank you.” Looking back at him with a shy smile. He gives your shoulder a squeeze of acknowledgment and he’s walking away. 

“Maybe the universe does want you with a man old enough to be your grandfather. I mean what are the fucking odds of running into him at a Gordon Ramsay restaurant.” Ashley lets out in total disbelief. 

You don’t say anything, you give a sly shrug instead. The rest of the dinner is tame. The food was delicious and you felt woozy from the martinis you’d been downing. Ashley let you know half way through the dinner that Hugh was sitting not to far from us and that he ‘had a fucking staring problem’, her words exactly. It made you giddy to think he was looking over here and if you begged Ashley to trade seats with you it was no one else's business. She obviously refused and you spent the rest of your time focusing on your friend, with Hugh sitting in the corner of your mind. 

When you got back to the hotel, you immediately stripped yourself from your heels and dress. Laying in the bed in nothing but your undergarments, you opened instagram and took a look at your story one more time, wanting to see just how good you looked. It was shallow for sure but it made you feel good. You saw the hearts flooding the bottom of the screen and decided to swipe up to see who had liked it. As you scrolled nothing really caught your attention until that name caught your eye again.

“I recognized your dress and wanted to come say hi.” 

What the actual fuck.

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part three

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[katebishopsbow]

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU • OSCAR PIASTRI

pairing: oscar piastri x mclaren!reader

summary: you decided to write down a list of 10 things you hated about oscar piastri in an attempt to get over your crush on him when he revealed that he had recently gotten a girlfriend. two things didn't go as planned: the list didn't work, and he found out about it.

tags: hurt/comfort, unrequited love (hmm...)

word count: 3.4k

(image is not mine)

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Oscar Piastri was perfect in every single way. 

Being part of the McLaren team for the past year meant that you had gotten rather close to the two papaya drivers, and somewhere along the lines, bonds formed and friendships blossomed. Then something more started to appear despite your best efforts to deny it, and you found yourself falling head over heels for a certain Australian boy.

One thing about him that was far from perfect though – it turned out that he had a girlfriend. They met two months ago just over the Summer, and when Summer break was over and the team came back to work to prepare for the rest of the season, he had broken the news to you and Lando that he started dating this nice girl named Lily.

You were not one to sabotage people’s relationships, so you swallowed down all your feelings toward Oscar and swore that you would try your hardest to keep them hidden from the world. Still, getting over such strong feelings for someone you cared for dearly was never easy, so you came up with the brilliant idea of writing a list. 

10 things you hate about Oscar Piastri.

You would write down all the little things you disliked about him, and by the time you completed the list and scoped out all his flaws, your feelings for him should definitely have disappeared. It had to work, right?

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1. I hate Oscar’s hair

You hated the way he styled his sandy brown hair – it looked the same every single day and for some reason, that annoyed the hell out of you. Whenever he pulled off his helmet after a race, his hair would be messy, disheveled, and annoyingly handsome that it made your blood boil. You absolutely hated it when he would rake his fingers through them and instead of messing his hair up, it would only seem to look effortlessly better than before. 

2. I hate Oscar’s dry sense of humor

Oscar had one of the oddest sense of humor you had ever encountered in your life. His jokes were so lame and out-of-pocket that sometimes you and Lando honestly had no idea how to react. You three could be having a normal conversation when he would suddenly come up with some weird one-liner that made you two stare at him in utter confusion – and you hated how precious you found this about him and how you always seemed to cackle up despite how unfunny he was. 

Maybe your sense of humor was just as dry as his, because more often than not you would find yourself laughing along with him, and then Lando somehow would join in on the laughter as well until you three became nothing but a giggling mess. It filled your heart with so much joy – how great it was to be blessed with these amazing people as your friends, to have Oscar Piastri and his stupidly bad jokes in your life.

3.  I hate Oscar’s smile

The Australian driver was always so stoic and calm that his smile used to be a rare occurrence in the team – until you had befriended him after working together for a while, and then the boy never seemed to stop smiling. You wondered how someone could be so cheery all the time, flashing his bright smiles here and there. You hated the giddiness that filled your chest when he smiled at you, but what you hated the most was the tight-lipped smile that he forced on his face when things were not going his way. 

You could still remember the day Oscar was told mid-interview that his lap time got deleted due to exceeding track limits and was demoted to P6 – the forced smile on his face and how hard he tried not to let his emotions show on live TV. Then when he came back to the Mclaren Garage, the smile was still there as he pretended not to be affected by the news and acted all jolly in front of the team members just to keep morale high. You hated it because it ached you to see him putting up a front, to not be able to show his realest emotions to the world, and the fact that behind that smile was a boy who blamed himself for everything.

4. I hate that Oscar is always blaming himself for things out of his control

You would consider Oscar an intelligent person, but he could never seem to get it through his head that some things were simply not his fault – like when there had been a problem with the engine that caused the car to be undrivable, or when another driver turned into him and left him no choice but to retire due to car damage. But Oscar would always find ways to blame himself, to somehow find his fault in it and what he should have done better to avoid making mistakes. You hated the way he was constantly so harsh on himself, and you wished he could realize that he didn’t have to shoulder all the blame alone.

5. I hate how hardworking Oscar is

He was one of the greatest, most determined athletes you had ever known. Being a rookie in his first season of F1, he knew he had to work harder than anyone else to be able to compete with the more seasoned and experienced drivers on the grid. So he trained hard – waking up before sunrise for the gym, spending hours on the track perfecting his technique, staying up late to analyze data and rewatch his races. His relentless work ethic and unwavering determination to prove himself to the world and achieve success in the sport were irrefutably admirable, but it pained you to see him overworking himself to such unhealthy limits.

“Take a break, Oscar,” you told him when you realized he was still staying up analyzing his previous races at the commons one night. He glanced up at you from his seat, dark circles underneath his eyes, and he shook his head, “I have to finish watching these first.” The look of utter exhaustion on his face from pushing his body beyond its boundaries was still a sight you could never forget – his body slumping with weariness, his tired eyes void of the usual vibrant energy that lighted up the room. 

Knowing that nothing you said could have changed the headstrong driver’s mind, you answered with a short “Okay.” and retreated back into your office, ignoring the warmth that lingered on your skin when he placed his hand above yours for a quick second as you gave him a supportive pat on the shoulder. The simple action probably had meant nothing more than a friendly gesture for Oscar, just a way of showing that he was grateful for your support, and so you hated yourself even more for dwelling on it.

6. I hate that Oscar always seems to know what I’m thinking

Sometimes you wondered if you unknowingly had a habit of thinking out loud or if Oscar was really that good at reading you, because why did he always seem to know every little thought that danced inside your head? 

It was the night of the Singapore Grand Prix, and while you had always taken pride in being independent and mentally strong, for some reason you had felt awfully homesick that night as you stared at the bustling streets of the city. Working at McLaren was a dream come true, but it didn’t make it easier to constantly be away from your family. 

Oscar suddenly appeared beside you, and his presence alone was enough to bring you a sense of comfort. “Missing home?” he asked as he gave you a playful nudge with his elbow, and you rolled your eyes jokingly at the boy beside you because of course he would somehow know what you were thinking, yet again. You didn’t bother lying to him, and so you nodded your head and admitted to your melancholy. 

When he held out his hand in a fist and signaled for you to fist-bump him, you gave him an incredulous look that said “Seriously?” but decided to comply anyway. Then he opened up his palm to reveal your favourite childhood sweet, and your eyes widened as if you had found the greatest treasure ever. “You did not!” you squealed in excitement and almost snatched the sweet from his hand, looking at Oscar with disbelieving eyes. “You were saying that you liked these as a kid, so I asked one of my mates to get some for me when he went on vacation.” 

The fact that he remembered little details like this about you made your heart swell with adoration for the boy, but you pushed those feelings away because you knew Oscar only did this for you because you two were good friends. “Thank you, Oscar. It means the world,” you flashed him a grateful smile and popped the candy into your mouth, feeling the waves of nostalgia flooding your chest as you savored the sweet, tangy flavors of your childhood. 

7. I hate the way Oscar makes me smile

It was one of the worst days of your life. Work was already hectic enough with all the different projects and brand collaborations that were going on, and then somehow you accidentally spilled coffee on your new blouse that morning as if you were in some cliche movie. In the afternoon, you almost tripped down the staircase because you were too busy replying to emails on your phone. As if your day couldn’t get any worse, you dropped your laptop as you sprinted to the meeting you were late for and completely shattered the screen.

As you sat there in the meeting with your unusable laptop, it felt like you were seconds away from storming out of this conference room and never looking back. The deep scowl on your face didn’t go unnoticed by the papaya driver beside you, and so he subtly slipped you a sticky note that read “What’s wrong?”. You quickly wrote down “Nothing.” before shifting your attention back to the media manager as she spoke about an upcoming project that was about to launch.

You felt a nudge on your leg and looked down to see Oscar showing you his phone underneath the table. On his screen was the iconic picture of George Russell crying when he got his first points for Williams, and you had to bite down on your tongue so hard to stop yourself from laughing. Listen, you loved George and he was an amazing driver, but that picture of him with his hands behind his head, lips quivering as he tried to hold back his tears – it’s the funniest thing ever. 

It was a mistake to glance at Oscar at that very moment – he looked like he was constipated as he attempted to suppress the giggle that threatened to spill out. It would be game over if that happened, cause then you’d start laughing and Lando’d start laughing and then the entire meeting would just turn into total chaos. Unfortunately, one of your stifled snorts was heard by the media manager and she glared threateningly at you both.  “Let’s try not to disrupt this meeting as we still have much on our agenda to discuss,” she warned, and you two hurriedly mumbled a quick apology.

Reaching for his phone, you turned his screen off so that the crying George would be out of sight and tried focusing your mind on something else. After a few deep breaths, the urge to burst out in laughter had subsided, but the ghost of a smile stayed on your face. Your day may have been terrible, but Oscar somehow managed to make you smile again. Still, you hated him for causing you to get scolded by your supervisor. 

8. I hate the way Oscar makes me cry

It was the first time you had made such a huge mistake at work. With all the projects and brand deals going on, you must have accidentally missed the deadline for sending the contract to one of your collaborators and by the time you had realized your mistake, the company had decided to withdraw from the project.

Chaos ensued among your team as you and your colleagues desperately tried to salvage what was left of the rather important project, sending frantic emails and scheduling urgent calls to hopefully convince the company of the potential this collab had. They ended up agreeing to participate in the campaign again, and even though your co-workers and supervisors had told you repeatedly that things were all sorted and you didn’t have to beat yourself up anymore, you couldn’t help the intense guilt that swallowed you whole.

To say you were upset was an understatement – you were completely miserable. This whole thing wouldn’t have happened if you were simply more careful. If you had marked down all the deadlines on your schedule and paid more attention to your work, your colleagues and you wouldn’t need to go through this mess and come up with all these contingency plans in an attempt to fix things – to fix your mistakes. 

So you sat there in the commons, stuffing your face with salted pretzels from the vending machine as you allowed yourself to drown in self-pity just this once. “Pretzels for dinner? Nice.” Oscar sauntered into the room with a mischievous grin, getting ready to unleash a playful tease upon you when he noticed your glassy eyes and the pout on your lips. He awkwardly shuffled his steps toward where you were sitting and placed himself at the seat beside you. 

“You… okay?” The question had sounded so awkward that Oscar cringed the second the words left his mouth. He was never good at comforting people, but for you, he was willing to try. “I just – finished watching the Notebook. Gosh, what a touching love story,” you told him as you rubbed at your eyes, wiping off your tears before they fell. 

Oscar could smell the lies from a mile away, and he already knew what had happened anyway. Being in such a tightly bonded team like McLaren meant that news spread fast. People talk, albeit with no malicious intent, and the news of the important project that nearly failed was everywhere. 

“It’s okay to make mistakes sometimes,” he spoke with such tenderness, catching you off guard. “They happen to everyone. It’s all part of the learning process, and everything will be fine as long as you learn from your mistakes and do better in the future.” While he certainly was not the best at comforting others, his words were exactly what you needed to hear. Dwelling in the past would not change anything – you had to learn to forgive yourself, to not let your mistakes consume you.

You turned your head so that you were looking away from Oscar, trying your hardest to blink away the tears and not cry in front of him. The thought of showing vulnerability in front of Oscar seemed so embarrassing, and you didn’t want him to think that you were weak for crying over such a seemingly trivial matter. 

A hand was suddenly placed behind you, and then you could feel Oscar patting your back gently as he said to you in the softest, most sincere voice ever, “It’s okay to cry.” He looked at you with eyes that seemed to understand the unspoken storm of self-doubt and guilt that resided within you, and it was that sense of complete acceptance that caused you to finally let go.

He stayed silent the entire time you cried, giving you the space you needed to sift through your emotions by yourself. Not once did he ever look at you with judgment, supporting you in moments of hardship like the good friend he always had been. You hated yourself for crying in front of him, but what you hated even more was the fact that it had felt so safe and comforting to do so. 

9. I hate that Oscar broke up with his girlfriend

The three of you were in Lando’s hotel room deciding what takeouts you were going to order for the night when Oscar suddenly confessed that Lily and he had recently broken up. “Wait what?” you and Lando exclaimed almost simultaneously, and you tried observing Oscar’s expressions for traces of heartache or pain to figure out what was the right thing to say.

Somehow, Oscar didn’t look too saddened by the recent end of his relationship. “You doing okay, mate?” Lando asked with raised eyebrows, also noticing the relaxed and seemingly unaffected demeanor of his teammate. Oscar nodded, “It was a mutual decision. We weren’t all that compatible and we both agreed that we’re better as friends. No hard feelings.”

The constant nonchalance of the boy wasn’t anything new, but seeing him handle his breakup with Lily with such ease and calmness was something you hadn’t expected. He didn’t seem one bit upset, and you would even dare to say that he looked somewhat relieved. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be your perfect wingman,” Lando joked with a mischievous smirk on his face, pulling out his phone as if he had a list of girls he’d been waiting to set him up with. “I’m good, mate, but thanks,” Oscar laughed at his teammate’s offer – blind dates weren’t really his thing, anyway.

You spent the rest of the night quietly eating your food and avoiding eye contact with Oscar, because you felt like the worst person ever for the damned tinge of hopefulness that sat at your chest after knowing about his breakup. You were prepared to bury your feelings for Oscar and try your hardest to get over your crush on him, but now that he and Lily had broken up, a part of you began wondering how things could change. 

You hated the fact that Oscar’s relationship ended and the newly ignited sense of hope inside you about something that could never happen. Oscar would never like you back. He always had and would continue to see you as a friend, nothing more and nothing less, and you were a complete idiot for thinking things could ever be different.

10. I hate the way I don’t hate Oscar

It had been roughly six months since the beginning of your master plan of writing a list of 10 things you hated about Oscar, and you found yourself struggling to complete it. Even after trying your hardest to think of all his flaws and imperfections, you couldn’t bring yourself to write anything more. Heck, even the past 9 things you had written down weren’t really something you genuinely hated about him. 

It’s the way he made you feel whenever he’s around, and the way his presence in your life brought you so much joy. It’s the fact that he always seemed to understand you like no one else, and the fact that you could not imagine having a life without him. It’s the terrifying truth that writing this list was completely useless because you had finally realized that you didn’t hate Oscar Piastri, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

There. The complete list of 10 things you hated about Oscar. It was meant to be a secret – something that would remain hidden while you get over your feelings for the boy. Nobody was meant to see it.

It had probably been your fault for not hiding the damned piece of paper somewhere more discreet, somewhere you were certain people would not accidentally find when they looked through your desk. It had definitely been your fault for telling Oscar to search through your drawer for the debriefing files he had urgently needed because you were still busy finishing up at a meeting. 

When you walked inside your office and saw him holding up that list that was never meant to be in his hand, watching everything happen in slow motion as he asked you incredulously, “What… is this?”, you knew you were completely fucked.

[citizen-zero]

Probably the oddest comment/joke/criticism I’ve seen of Jack Seward is that he’s an incel. Which is kind of annoying because for all his (many) faults, his behavior is the polar opposite of a stereotypical incel’s behavior.

When Lucy rejects him, he asks if it’s because she’s in love with someone else, or if she’s just not interested, and he only asks so that he knows whether he might still have a chance or whether he should abandon his hopes. He respects her decision and offers friendship before promptly leaving. There’s never a moment where he behaves like he’s entitled to her time, attention, and affection. He doesn’t insult her or imply she’s wrong or an idiot for her choice, he does the very thing we constantly say men ought to do when rejected—he leaves her alone.

He doesn’t even express anger and entitlement towards her in private, nor does he denigrate her choice of man (which would be particularly shitty in this case since the three of them are friends). He’s just extra depressed about it, and maybe he’s more depressed than a lot of people would be, but I don’t think it’s all that unusual to feel crushed when you’ve been rejected by someone you really like. I think it’s very normal, actually (although obviously, in the modern era, at a certain point you’d probably want to see a therapist about it if it’s that persistent).

I guess I feel weird about it because it feels like there’s this underlying belief that if a guy shows any kind of romantic disappointment at all, no matter how well-handled, it makes him no different from men who harass and feel entitled to women and won’t take no for an answer. That’s not a good attitude to have! People are allowed to be sad and disappointed as long as they’re not making it the other person’s problem!

There’s a lot of well-deserved criticisms we can make of Jack Seward, but this one feels kind of like people who call Jonathan useless and weak because he doesn’t, like, try to fight Dracula or some other stereotypically manly thing.

[harunovella]

bae watch; s.g. - lifeguard!gojo headcanons

a/n: in the midst of working on my gojo series, I saw this still and just had to throw something together! I forgot making hc’s was a thing? would’ve saved me sm time to get out all my fic ideas… anyway, here’s some lifeguard!gojo x beach goer!fem!reader, enjoy (no warnings, just a bit suggestive at the end & not beta read)

- gojo satoru knows he is the hottest man alive, he has no humility in that aspect, it’s just obvious to him… why else would people—specifically mothers—constantly gawk at him when he walked along the sandy beaches in that red lifeguard sweater unzipped, chiseled abs and solid chest on display, and tight (matching) shorts to top it all off? not to mention, the rounded dark shades that he always let slid down his nose to send the ladies winks their way… he’s handsome, he’s sexy, he’s every synonym for attractive known to man

- there’s no doubt the partners of said women (should they be their with a boyfriend or spouse) are dripping in jealousy… how can they compete with that? those ocean ices, snow white hair that shined under the sun lilac and that subtle ton on his smooth skin… all recipes for jealousy. gojo thrived off of it, it boosted his ego… no matter how many times his friends warned him to take it down a notch, the man never cared, this was his serotonin! so of course when there’s a new cutie on the beach during the summer—a new regular—he can’t help but want her attention as well!

- and by her, I clearly mean you. he wants your attention. he’s a slut for it, he needs everyone’s undivided attention on his washboard abs and charming smirk that held pearly white teeth. however, you weren’t giving it to him. you didn’t pay him mind and he wasn’t liking that…

- you, for once, took the summer off from college. sure, you were in a hurry to finish, but your mental health came first and you needed time away…

- the beach was actually in your home town, the school you attended was more inland and you needed to get closer to nature somehow. and that somehow was the ocean blue before you. you didn’t live to far, a good half hour drive depending on traffic, sometimes relying on the bus if you were feeling a bit lazy… most of the time you came with your childhood friends you kept in touch with. most were already working their full time jobs while others were on the same boat as you, managing work and school life. the bright idea of enjoying the summer at the beach almost daily came from one of your good friends and you couldn’t quite turn the opportunity down—you practically grew up on the beach. you just didn’t expect an obnoxious man to obstruct that… let alone, your view. 

- according to one of your friends, gojo satoru was the local hottie… the man everyone wanted but no one could have. a true, living and breathing tease. all sorts of rumors floated around him but you didn’t pay him mind… wasn’t like you were interested anyway! right?

- wrong! who were you to deflect the gojo satoru’s charm? well… at least you tried…

- you spent what felt like days ignoring his every move, the constant flirtation, the obvious need for your attention specifically… you weren’t sure why, he barely even knew you!

- unbeknownst to you, one of you local friends was actually good college friends with him—ieiri shoko

- what you didn’t know was that your belove lifeguard begged and begged and pleaded his old brunette college bestie for any and every detail about you: from your favorite color to your oddest quirk. she didn’t understand why at first, for as long as she’s known the man, he’s never cared for anyone other himself (not entirely true, he actually really loves his friends)… that is until it hit her. he actually had a crush on a girl who didn’t want anything to do with him! how odd was that?

- wasn’t all that odd when shoko was a good people reader and she knew that deep down inside (not too deep) you very much found gojo attractive. she’s seen the way you look at him when he’s not paying attention. she’s seen the way you’ve counted his abs, your eyes bouncing from side to side… and she’s definitely seen you doodle little sketches of him along the margins of the books you were reading in ink… you’re not so innocent yourself.

- thus! she plays matchmaker! she helps her little (but really, giant) white haired friend to get the girl under one condition: he doesn’t fuck it up!

- and he swears tooth and nail he won’t!

- to her surprise, he actually is doing everything to get your attention. not always the right way but he’s trying. he asks you how you’re doing, but then let’s put a snarky remark, only to save it with a compliment out of nowhere. he may be a great flirt to women he actually has no interest in, but when he’s flirting with a girl he actually wants… he’s awful… oddly enough. 

- and yet… you start to fall for that? when those goofy moments slip? he always kills it by trying to play it cool (you wish he wouldn’t) but when that awkward, flustered gojo escapes… it makes your heart skip a beat. makes it race just a little bit…

- maybe that’s why one day you couldn’t help but pull him into a kiss outta the blue. maybe to get a reaction, maybe because you’ve been wanting too—he’s got pink plush lips, who wouldn’t be tempted to? also… maybe you wanted to shut him up because, really, wasn’t it obvious he won you ever? he already had you visiting more than before (alone), he already was sitting by your side on his breaks… you never shooed him away, actually spoke to him, and even brought him food most of the time. was he that oblivious? he just kept blabbering on, thinking he still needed to win you over but, really, it actually wasn’t as hard as he thought (which kinda scared you but here you are, kissing him out in the open as if he wasn’t a lifeguard on duty).   

- you obviously latched onto his jacket, had him yanked your way, maybe even slid in between his legs to get a better angle… gojo maybe have wrapped his massive hands around your waist to keep you there and he may have gotten significantly hard to the point you felt it and couldn’t help but laugh hid it kindly with your extra towel and a “rain check? you know, when you’re not in the middle of watching over people…” and gojo being the fool he is couldn’t help but pout, complaining about “how can I go back to the tower when I’m like this! you have to help me!” 

- and guess what? you know those little changing tents? maybe you two slid into one, maybe you loosened up those shorts that accentuated his thighs and ass and maybe—just maybe—you got on your knees for him as a reward for his efforts of winning you over ♡ 

[shrimpalbuspotter]

I genuinely don't know how to control my emotions everytime I see someone compare two Harry Potter ships (mostly Drarry) with COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSONALITYS just because it's "the same dynamic" (like Gryffindor x Slytherin or enemies to lovers or secret relationships...)

FOR EXAMPLE. SCORBUS AND DRARRY... ARRRG!! I ranted about this to my friend today because they made a comparison and I freaked out...

See, Drarry has both the dynamics I mentioned above. In the version i have in my head (aka, as canon accurate as possible) they hated eachother, but there was something about the other they couldn't help find enticing. They wanted to a claw a space inside the other where they could fit, all nails and teeth and obsession. Neither of then admitted this, because they were too busy with their own missions, and wanted to defeat eachother. They probably confused those feelings for hatred anyway, Harry thinking he needs to always be looking at Draco incase he does something evil etc etc. And if they were to get together? It'd be in adulthood, or atleast after months of communication and friendship where they can realise their feelings. And after that, Draco would want everyone to know that he is so happy with his new boyfriend slash husband, making it as public as he can, before running off to live in a Manor hidden from everyone. This is one last rebellious move towards Lucius, which Harry is very glad to help with. (Similarly, I dislike when Draco is made into the sweet doting soft "wife material" husband. He will scratch Harry before touching a single dish. He is rather scowling or smiling smuggly. Their relationship is a competition)

SCORBUS? They are THE friends to lovers. Both of them adore the other so much and they aren't afraid to show it, they just don't know how. Albus would sacrifice the world for Scorpius and Scorpius would go through hell for Albus (COUGH.. ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE). And unlike Drarry, both are aware of their crushes on the other, they just don't want to ruin this perfect thing they have going on. The love they share is so deep and beautiful that it carrys its own magic, and when they do eventually get together (much earlier than Drarry would. Like 15) they won't make it a huge deal. Albus hates the attention he gets in Hogwarts already, and they are both so awkward around eachother in the oddest ways. It won't be a secret, they just won't actively tell people unless they ask. Also, unlike Drarry, Scorbus is gentle. They want to merge into eachother as much as they can, and become one person. They want to fuse, but obviously they can't, so they share sudden hugs and nervous smiles and the grazing of their hands while they walk so close to eachother they look attached by the shoulders. Both of them are so sweet and silly with the other, Albus specifically stepping out of his shell and letting himself be excited and touchy with Scorpius compared to being the quiet, angry "Squib".

Um... but yeah! They aren't the same... if you want me to make another one of these with a different couple I gladly will I'm passionate.

[danikamariewrites]

Okay sweet!

I cannot get the idea of Elain with a "Scary Guard Dog" Girlfriend out of my head 😂 like an assassin or something (totally inspired by the tik toks)

I've just really been in an Elain mood lately

Scary Girlfriend Privileges

Elain x reader

A/n: I love Elain with scary guard dog gf that has heart eyes for her! I loved writing this and I love writing for Elain I wish more ppl apreciated her

Warnings:

You were one of Azriel’s spies but after an injury that took you far too long to recover from you decided to retire

But retirement didn’t sit well with you

You asked Rhys if there was literally anything else you could do a group you could join to serve the court with

That’s when he introduced you to Nesta who immediately took you in as a Valkyrie

You liked this group of females. They made you stronger and better

Plus it was nice to have friends that you could be close with

You had met most of the IC in the two months since you became a Valkyrie but you had yet to be introduced to the 2nd Archeron sister

You had seen her garden and heard the way everyone talked about her with love and kindness which made you very curious about her

Sitting in the kitchen of the House of Wind with Nesta, Gwyn, and Em you enjoy tea and gossip

You’ve loosened up since leaving the spy days behind. Learning not to be so serious all the time has been nice

Voices floated into the room from down the hall. One was Rhys but you couldn’t place the other female’s voice, Feyre maybe?

When the new guests came into view everything metered away and Elain seemed to glow brightest, like she was meant to be the center of attention

You froze staring at her with wide heart eyes

You were so distracted that when Rhys introduced her to you, you didn’t even hear anything

You just held your hand out and smiled like an idiot as her soft palm embraced yours

Gwyn and Em teased you endlessly about your crush on Elain

When you finally decided to do something about it it was months later

The two of you started hanging out casually just getting to know each other

One night Elain made the first move. She quickly leaned over on the couch and kissed you

When she drew back her face was nervous and unsure. You leaned forward, faces inches apart, whispering, “Can we do that again?”

You spent the rest of the night making out and even cuddled in her bed

Now you’ve been dating for well over a year and it’s hilarious to see you two next to each other

While she wears her pretty pink dresses (which you adore) you wear all black or other dark colors

Elain likes to take you shopping to see if you’ll get out of your comfort zone and you indulge her

She does like when you wear all black when you’re out and about. She’s noticed the oddest thing, people usually give you a wide berth on the street and in stores

Elain has watched males who seem to want to approach her think twice after spotting you and your unforgiving stare and run away

Even on the rare night out she only dances with friends. Strangers used to come up to her all the time which is why she avoided clubs

Elain loves that you’re like her guard dog

You’re mean to others but are a sweetheart to her

Never in a million years would she tell you to stop either

She’s never felt safer than with you. It’s like a new found freedom

[junjunjunko]

Do u have a character info page for your cult? Because seraph. Seraph is calling me. I searched the tag but nothing came up.

I was working on a Carrd but the site took it offline for some reason lmao — I wanna give Toygouse a try too but I always get lazy when it comes to setting up profiles so I usually put all the info on a Doc online or in Obsidian.

I can give some basic information here without going too much into spoilers. ♡

EDEN ❀( ᓀ ‸ ᓂ )❀

Age: 25

Birthday: January 1st

Occupation: Part-time streamer/Tailor/Cult leader (?)

Biggest lolita fashion fanatic you'll meet, her entire closet is full with the most expensive looking dresses that, fun fact, she made herself.

Rarely streams, but somehow her audience is loyal almost to an obsessive point, not like it bothers her because it benefits the cult itself.

Usually avoids speaking, refers to people by 'Sir', 'Miss', 'Mx', etc. Despite this, she is rather good when it comes to manipulating her way into getting what she needs and wants.

She falls asleep pretty often — even in the oddest moments.

Likes: Desserts, fashion design, novels.

SERAPH (｀ω ´ )📷

Age: 21

Birthday: October 31st

Occupation: Streamer/'Filmmaker'/Cult member

He's Edens' 'right hand' as he likes to declare himself — although he spends most of his time streaming, throwing parties, performing in public, sleeping with fans, crossdressing...

Because of his looks, he can easily pass as a girl when he crossdresses, and because of that he's been on a few dates pretending to be one too. In fact, he's so good at costumes and make-up he can just pretend to be anyone he wants to be.

He's a tad bit obsessed with recording things most of the time, even the most 'insignificant' stuff. He used to be an ex-film student after all.

Has a bunch of piercings on multiple places, and he's pretty much obsessed with them too. ( He actually gave Arc one. )

Likes: Filmmaking, giving piercings, horror games.

ARC ૮₍ ˶ • ‸ • ˶ ₎ა

Age: 23

Birthday: July 5th

Occupation: Tattoo artist/Streamer/Cult member

He's actually the youngest of two siblings although he is the tallest in the family and even in his friend group — well, the cult.

He has streamer some of his tattoo works on live a few times, other streams are usually just to relax, more than once he has received the occasional 'show us your tits' and he's so fucking exhausted already.

It's really obvious, but he absolutely loves bunnies, he has bunny keychains, plushies, posters, pictures, everything — it's a tad bit embarrassing sometimes, but he cannot help it.

The scar on his face was provoked by his ex.

Likes: Bunnies, chain accessories, milkshakes.

CHERUB 𓆩(๑>؂•̀๑)𓆪

Age: 23

Birthday: February 14th

Occupation: Streamer/Cult member

On streams, she tends to offer the 'girlfriend experience' by actively acting like a crush or girlfriend towards her audience. Outside them, she declares she finds men gross but she gives girls a pass. ( She is still bisexual regardless. )

She has an obsession with vampires and her aesthetic mostly consists solely on them — she even owns a collection of vampire series and movies.

Very emotionally explosive, which can be risky to deal with. Has doxxed someone for a petty argument and would do it again.

'Cannibalism as a metaphor for love'.

Likes: Cute-looking people, pigs, vampires.

[shadowlorddemon]

I… Uh… I made a TADC OC.

This is Shade the wolf. Uses she/her pronouns.

She is based off the cartoonish wolf characters and monochrome style.

While Shade appears to have a male body, she is actually female. (A joke about how some people’s gender doesn’t match with their avatar’s gender. And lot of time, they don’t give a F about it. I thought it would be funny.) [NOT A TRAN]

While I’m sure that some disabilities don’t transmit to the digital world, there’s some disabilities that does transmit to the digital world.

So! Shade is probably a first disabled character. (I could be wrong.) She is deaf and uses sign language to communicate. Pomni is the only one that can understand and communicate with Shade.

(I like to have this headcanon that Pomni knows sign language as well. And I think I’m not the only one who thinks that way.)

However, Shade does have hearing aids (and occasionally uses them) and is capable of speaking. But she has limited speaking ability.

Gangle have a [major] crush on Shade.

Jax and Shade have an oddest frienemies relationship. They would at each other’s throats for a minute, the next they would acts like they’re besties.

However, Jax didn’t like that he couldn’t tease(bully) Gangle while she hangs around with Shade. (Shade doesn’t approve Jax’s pranks.)

Bonus doodles:

Special Guest Appearance: Harley by @know-it-all-and-all! I love this adorable little child. I wasn’t sure about Harley’s possible reaction to Shade but I know that Shade would be surprised by this child’s existence at first but would absolutely adores her. (I think I flunked on the height difference…)

[crazyk-imagine]

Big Time Crush

Pairing: James Diamond x Insecure!Plus size!reader Characters: Insecure!Plus size!reader, Katie Knight, Jennifer “Mama” Knight, James Diamond, Kendall Knight, Carlos Garcia, Hortense “Logan” Mitchell

Briefly mentioned: Camille Roberts, Gustavo Rocque, Kelly Wainwright, Snoop Dog, The Jennifer’s Warnings: Shenanigans, Katie being a sweetheart, the boys doing their best to help James, plans not going the way anyone planned, jerky teens, don’t mess with someone the boys, Katie, and Mama Knight like, the pool is a good place for jerky people to chill in, Mama Knight always manages to find the oddest recipes  Word Count: 4,151

A/N: I honestly have no idea what happened to Dad Knight but we’re gonna pretend that Jennifer and he went through a divorce when the kids were young, and she kept her married last name

Late Christmas gift (fic) for requester @lilacprincessofrecovery​ 

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You sit beside Katie, Kendall’s little sister, who’s currently working on earning a quick buck or two from the “pool jockies” as you and Camille like to call them. You glance over at her cards and see that she’s close to winning another round of go fish. 

The jockies can’t grasp the basic rules of poker so you came up with a compromise and chose a classic game of go fish. 

You lean over and whisper, “the one across from you has queens and the one to your left has seven.” 

“You’re sure?” 

“I’m right about the queens. You just need one more than the one on your right and you’ll win.” 

“Okay.” 

Thanks to your little tip, she won which none of them liked. 

“If you don’t want to lose, then don’t play,” you advise. 

The one that sits across from Katie scoffs, heading back inside, most likely getting his luggage to go home for winter break. 

“It’s been a while since you had something to eat. Do you want me to get you anything from the snack machine?” 

“I think I’m gonna head inside and go play some video games. You can join me since Kendall’s at the studio, finishing up their latest album.” 

You smile, “alright. Be prepared to lose to the master.” 

“Oh, you’re on. Oh, actually can you get some candy. Mom wants to try this weird candy recipe and I was supposed to ask Kendall, but you know, I was in the zone before he left.” 

You nod, “yeah, sure. Anything specific?” 

“No gummies and no chocolate.” 

“That leaves room for a lot of choices, doesn’t it?” 

She raises her arms, “I’m not the one who made the recipe.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

“I’ll wait with you.” 

“You don’t have to do that.” 

“You’re the only other person here besides my brother and his idiot friends who is actually nice to me. My mom also wouldn’t like it if I came up without you.” 

“Aww, who’s a mama’s girl.” You pull out a dollar from your pocket, reaching for your bag when you realize you left it at the table. “Hey, can you do me a quick favor and grab my bag. I want to make sure I get enough for your mom. You’ve got me curious about her future creation.” 

She nods. 

You push the buttons for the candy when a shadow blocks the light, turning you find one of the guys from the game. 

“Hey, chubbs.” 

You furrow your brows, hoping he’ll go away before Katie comes back. 

“Maybe if you didn’t eat all this junk, you’d lose a pound or two.” 

“Just because I’m getting candy, doesn’t mean it’s for me.” 

“Isn’t that what they all say.” 

You furrow your brows, “you don’t have to be a jerk.” 

“You don’t have to be a jerk, cry me a river. Quite eating this crap,” he smacks the item out of your hands. “It’s not for you.” 

You don’t look up, keeping your eyes on the floor. 

“Can’t even look away from it for a second. Pathetic.” 

He walks away when one of his buddies calls him over. 

Katie stands beside you, handing you your bag. “Are you okay?” 

You put a brave face on and nod. “Yep, all good. Now, let’s get your mom the candy so she can get started on it.” 

Katie overheard what the jerk said and wants to make you feel better, but she’s never been good at it. She’s not letting you go back to your apartment until you absolutely have to, no one should be sad or alone during the holidays. Her eyes widen at the amount of candy you got. “Okay. I think we’re more than okay. This is already a lot more than what I planned on getting.” 

“You sure?” 

She nods, “definitely.” She grabs the candy from you and holds it close to her chest. “Let’s go. If she gets started now, she can be done but the time the boys get back.” 

“You guys don’t have any holiday plans?” 

“We did but then everyone canceled so we’re stuck here but now you can hang out with us.” 

“Oh, I can? I feel honored.” 

“My mom loves you.” 

“I’ve only met her once.” 

“And she thought you really nice. Wait, until she hears about you helping me win.” 

You push the elevator close door button, wanting to get to their apartment faster. “Don’t you dare.” 

“She won’t believe me anyway.” 

“Ha!” 

The young girl shakes her head, smiling, feeling proud of herself for bed able to keep you happy… even if it’s only temporary. She has an idea that maybe you don’t actually like what you see. She sees the baggy clothes you wear to hide yourself; it makes more sense with what that jerk told you earlier. “You look nice by the way,” Katie tells you, keeping her attention on the elevator doors. 

“Oh,” you whisper, not expecting her to say that. You glance down at your usual jean and sneaker combo followed by your cute festive, semi tight Christmas holiday shirt with a black jacket to keep you warm. “Thanks. I like your shoes.” 

She smirks, you had given her Christmas shoes laces as a joke not expecting her to wear them of course but here you are. “I know.” 

-

“We’re back,” the child announces, walking into the apartment. 

“Who’s we exactly?” Her mom asks, the last time she tried to get Katie a friend it turned out to be an adult who then stole her car- or rental car, it was a blur after realizing it was a car that was in her possession was stolen. “Oh,” she notices you, standing in the doorway and smiles. “Come on in. I’m so happy it’s you. How are you?” She hugs you, you weakly hug her back. 

The negative thoughts try to enter your mind again. ‘She pities you. Forever the fat pitied girl.’ You give her a weak smile. “We got the last ingredient you needed for your latest creation.” 

“Oh, that’s so sweet but I’m pretty sure my daughter was supposed to tell her brother to get it.” 

“She mentioned something like that, but I figured why not try the vending machine first. Save a few bucks, you know.” 

“I knew I liked you for a reason.” 

“We’re gonna play games.” Katie tries to pull you towards the couch when her mom stops her. 

“Oh no. You promised to help me.” 

“But-” 

“It could be fun.” 

“Don’t side with her, please.” 

“You two could make Christmas cookies.” 

“Oh, yay. I’ve been waiting make some myself but-” ‘She’s gonna think your fat, talking about cookies.’ “I- uh- never found the time.” 

“Let’s make the cookies… from scratch.” 

“I don’t like the look you have on your face, Katie,” you tell the young girl. 

The smile never leaving her face. 

“How about Mrs. Knight and I switch places?” 

“First, it’s Ms. Knight. And no, you two can make the cookies.” She turns to you, “I have faith that you’ll make sure the cookies come out right. Katie just wants to throw flour on you.” 

You nod, “I figured as much.” 

The older woman smiles, patting your arm, “you’re gonna have fun.” 

A nervous chuckle escapes you, “I don’t know.” 

“You will and while you do, I’ll be over there on the couch reading a book.” 

“Fabio?” 

The mother of the apartment says nothing. 

“Have fun with your book.” 

She nods and heads over to the couch, getting comfortable. 

“Alright,” you turn to Katie, “what flavor are we making?” 

“Chocolate chip.” 

“Excellent choice.” You order her to get all of the items and ingredients you’ll need and remind her of the sweet outcome whenever she huffs and puffs. 

“Now can we make the cookies?” 

“Yep, let’s get started.” You tell her which ingredients you need while you do the mixing. 

You two sit and play hangman while you two wait for the cookies to finish cooking. “Seriously? You used the word ambrosia. How was I supposed to guess that?” 

She smirks, “don’t order me around.” 

“Oh,” you shake your head, “you’re evil.” 

“I don’t think so.” 

“Of course, you don’t.” The timer on the microwave dings. “I’ll check on the cookies.” 

The boys enter the apartment and slump against the couch, two on each side of Kendall and Katie’s mom. “I smell cookies,” says Carlos, with a confused expression. 

“I do too,” Logan and James add. 

“Mom?” 

“Ask your sister,” she flips another page of her book. 

“Okay, Katie. I-” You scream, almost dropping the hot tray of cookies. “Geez.” You grab a towel and set it on the counter before setting the tray down. 

The boys stare at the tray of heavenly smelling cookies... all except for James, who’s jaw is open as he stares at you. 

Katie sits beside Logan who sits beside her brother, watching this whole thing with amusement. 

‘They think your fat for making cookies... even though they look like they want one.’ You purse your lips at this next thought. ‘They can eat them without the sugar going to their hips.’ You avoid her gaze and turn towards the sink, washing the dishes so Ms. Knight doesn’t have to. 

Carlos and Logan glance at one another, eyes switching between each other and the cookies. 

The brainiac shakes his head, the helmet lover nods; this goes on for a couple of minutes until Carlos reaches for a cookie and hisses. 

“The cookies just came out. You saw her take them out,” Katie points out. 

“But- it’s cookies,” the corndog lover weakly argues. 

“They have to cool.” 

“But I want cookies.” 

You dry your hands on a napkin and slowly turn around. “If I,” you pause when the five turn to give you, their attention. “If I get you some cookies, will you stop trying to grab them off the hot cookie sheet?” 

The boys nod. 

Katie gets out of the chair before you asked her to get you plates. 

You scoop a couple of cookies onto each plate and slide them in front of each boy, not forgetting to give a plate to Katie and her mom. 

A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips. 

“Don’t you want to try some?” You shake your head with a polite smile, “no, thanks for offering though Katie.” 

She furrows her brows. “But you said-” 

“I- I decided that I’m gonna stop eating so much candy.” 

She knows where you’re going with this and what thoughts are running around your mind. 

“Oh, okay. Well. I’m sure I can whip up something else,” Ms. Knight offers, collecting the boys’ plates. 

You shake your head, “it's- its fine. I should go back to my place.” You walk around the counter, grabbing your bag off the table. “Thank you so much for letting me hangout here.” 

“Do you h-ave to go?” asks James, voice cracking halfway through. “You could- we could hang- hang out?” 

An uncomfortable smile stretches across your lips. “I- I would but, I have to go. Maybe some other time?” You add even though you don’t really mean it, thinking he was just being nice to the “fat” girl. 

“Oh, yeah. Okay, next time.” 

A quiet, “bye” slips past your lips before the door closes shut. 

-

The boys or Katie’s mom didn’t see you much after that day. They couldn’t find you when it was only everyone in the apartment, Kelly, Gustavo, and Snoop Dog who were stuck at the studio. 

Katie wanted to invite you to stay and hangout with them since she knows your family always have plans, leaving you here alone. She was lucky to have found you a few days after everyone came back from break. 

“How was your guy’s Christmas?” you ask her, sitting in the cabana. 

“Not better than yours.” 

“Somehow I don’t believe that.” 

-

Just because the boys haven’t talked to you since you made cookies, doesn’t mean they haven’t seen you. 

Every time James sees you, he forgets everything he was doing or thinking. 

The others always encourage him to try and ask you out (not just because they’re tired of hearing him go on and on about you) but he always gives them some sort of excuse as to why he can’t or shouldn’t making it even weirder because... it’s James. But they see how he is whenever he’s near you and know that he has a big time crush on you. 

-

Kendall pulls together an idea, knowing that you and Katie are hanging out by the pool as usual so naturally he calls, more like yanks, Carlos and Logan with him. 

“Operation: Get James a date is happening today.” 

“Today? Like today-today? We’re not ready,” Logan tells him. 

“It happens and he will get a date with the one person who can get him to use less of his body spray.” 

“How are we gonna do that?” asks Carlos. 

“I’m glad you asked.” 

They rope James into coming over and helping them with their fake plan. 

“Okay, James. I’m gonna be honest with you right now,” Kendall starts. 

“We lied!” Logan blurts out. 

“That’s not what we agreed to do.” The leader smacks the brainiacs shoulder, who whines as he holds his arm. 

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. He should know. He needs to know what we’re doing here.” 

“What exactly are we doing here?” The pretty boy chimes in. 

“We’re helping you ask out the only nice girl here.” Carlos glances over at the offended duo and sighs, correcting himself. “Who isn’t dating anyone.” 

“What?” James eyes widen. “You’re trying to get me to ask her out?! No. No. No.” 

“You can do it,” Carlos encourages him. 

“It’s all going to be fine,” Kendall pats his shoulder. 

“Take these flowers,” Logan shoves the bundle of flowers into his friends’ hand, “and go find her.” 

James trips, using his hands to put some distance between his face and the floor, not wanting to damage his face; the flowers are a now mess on the floor. 

No one stops to help, only glancing over at him and continuing with their day. 

Luckily for you, you didn’t hear it, the music blasting through your headphones blocking out all and any sounds around you. 

He sighs and pushes himself off the ground with sad and slow movements. 

The other three reach out to comfort him but he continues walking past them and into the pool area since the kids from class were having fun first day of summer pool party. 

“She’s still there,” Logan weakly adds. “This is good.” 

“Let’s go before he floats in the pool, staring into the sun,” Carlos taps his helmet before running outside. 

-

You hide in the cabana, not wanting to see anyone or have anyone see you in the jean shorts, you haven’t worn in what feels like a millennium. You don’t even know why you’re here; you should be in your apartment watching some old romance movie that you find stupid because you haven’t been in love or in a relationship. 

You don’t even know why you left the cabana flap open, maybe it was some kind of subconscious self-torture because all you see when you look at the pool is everyone from class which consist of skinny girls in bikinis. 

Just as you pointed them out to yourself, the Jennifer’s give you a polite wave, something not everyone could get which made your harsh thoughts about yourself make you feel bad for thinking these kinds of things when they’ve been nice to you for almost as long as you’ve known them. Sure, they were a bit rough around the edges when you first met the girls but after helping them when they needed it, they’ve been nothing but kind to you. 

The smile falls from your face as you watch them settle onto the pool lounge chairs. ‘They didn’t need to buy new bathing suits. They didn’t gain anything during the holidays.’ You shake your head, sighing. ‘Don’t focus on that. You look cute too. Your shorts are perfect for your shirt.’ You tug your jacket closer around your torso, half tempted to zip it but deciding not to prevent yourself from overheating. You noticed James lazily floating on one of the bed floaties, staring up at the sky. 

Almost as if he could feel eyes on him, his head rolls to the side; he glances over at you. 

You both freeze, keeping eye contact with one another. You didn’t realize it at first but, you offer a small wave in his direction. 

He returns the slow wave. 

You quickly lower your head, trying to focus on your book. ‘Why’d you even accept their invite to this?’ You bite the inside of your cheek, letting go when the flavor of copper hits your tastebuds. ‘They probably invited you out of the pity. The fat girl friends with a child. They want something to laugh at.’ 

-

Katie draws James’s attention away from you. 

“What?” He asks, with an annoyed tone. 

“Get out of the pool and talk to her. She needs someone to talk to and I can’t do it.” 

“Why not?” 

“My mom wants to me to do something that other kids my age do.” She notices the raised brow and disbelief expression he has on his face. “Whatever that means. Go and talk to her. I’m tired of you not saying anything.” 

“I can’t talk to her,” he stresses the second word as if that would help. 

“You can. It’s easy. She likes music, you’re in a band. Find common ground.” 

“You make it sound like I’m going into battle... I’m not, right?” 

“You are and oh look, we’re here.” She shoves him in front of the cabana, hiding behind one of the oddly placed plants. 

James catches himself before he could trip, glancing back of his shoulder only to find no Katie. He sighs. 

“Hi James.” 

His shoulders tense up, eyes quickly moving onto you. 

“You know my name?” 

‘This isn’t awkward.’ You nod, “kind of hard not to when you’re the newest artist around here.” You purse your lips, since when did talking to others get to be so hard. ‘Have I always sounded like this?’ 

He chuckles, “that- uh- yeah, that makes sense.” 

You gulp before you ask him if he wants to sit in here with you. 

His eyes widen in surprise making you feel bad. 

Did you make him think you hated him because if so, that was not your intentions. 

“Yeah, okay.” He’s quick to walk over towards the unoccupied seat near you. 

-

Kendall and the other two exit the Palm Woods lobby with Carlos munching on whatever caught his interest in the vending machine today. 

“Where could he be?” Logan questions with his hands on his lips. 

This was not like their friend to just disappear for hours on end (even though it had been ten minutes. The debate between snacks Carlos had with himself was absolute hell). 

The boy with the extra accessory points to something in front of him, unable to respond as he continues to munch on his snack of the day. 

“Looks like he doesn’t need any help,” Kendall comments. 

“We can get rid of these costumes then, right?” Logan starts itching his collar bone. 

“After we-” 

“Nope,” the brainiac shakes his head. “Nope, besides Carlos already stained his so, we can’t use these.” 

-

“Are you gonna go into the pool at any point today?” James asks, with an innocent tone. 

“Uh- n- I don’t think I will.” 

“Why not?” 

You say the first thing that pops into your head. “I’m not a big fan of splashing.” 

“We could hangout near a corner... or something.” 

“We?” You turn your head to him. 

He scratches the back of his neck, a nervous chuckle slipping through the small smile he has on his lips. “Uh- yeah. I mean or we could- we could just stay here, if that’s what you want. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” 

‘If only he knew.’ “Maybe when there’s less people,” you grip the edge of your jacket, further curling it around you. “We could go for a swim,” your voice wavers at the word. 

Almost as if he knows what you’re thinking he offers something else. “Nah, I’ve already been in the sun for too long. I definitely don’t want to become one of those overly tan people, you know.” 

You chuckle, knowing exactly who he’s talking about and sadly, it’s usually the parents of the other kids that live here at the Palm Woods. “Yeah, smart move on your part,” you joke with him. 

The corner of his lip’s twitches, he got you to make a joke. He didn’t think he’d be able to make you smile much less make a joke, the butterflies in his stomach start fluttering faster than ever. 

“Have any of you beaten BTF yet?” 

He furrows his brows, “how do you know about that?” 

“It’s me. Katie gets bored when she beats the pool jockies and we’ve been practicing your guys’ video games so we can beat you.” 

He chuckles, “now that I know that you’re so going down.” 

“I’d like to see you try,” you playfully shove his arm. 

“How can you stand to be near it?” The pool jocky who was being a jerk before Christmas snickers. 

“What?” James asks, not understanding why this guy is being such a jerk to such a nice person. “Just don’t feed her, she’ll never leave if you do.” He turns around, heading towards the pool area feeling very highly of himself. 

Your brows knit together, a sad pout on your lips. “Let’s just go, James.” 

“What?” He spins around, standing in front of you. “No. He doesn’t get to talk to you like that and pretend like he didn’t.” 

“It’s fine. This isn’t something new.” 

“And I’m gonna make sure it doesn’t happen again.” 

You didn’t see anything because Logan and Carlos stop you from following him. “Would you let me at least-” 

“Nope,” the former shakes his head. “Not happening. Kendall and James have got this handled.” 

Carlos nods, “yeah. We just gotta trust them-” 

And then the quick screams of the Jennifer’s and pool splashing causes all of your eyes to widen. 

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Logan says, turning you around so your back is to the facing the front desk of the lobby as he avoids your gaze. 

James walks through the open doors, stopping in the doorway, smiling when he sees you and tries to slick his hair back. 

Kendall rolls his eyes, Katie walking up behind the two. “Please stop.” 

The two jump up, hugging one another as they let out a quick scream until they realize who it is and immediately push the other one away from them. 

“You’re fine, she won’t care if your hair is messed up-” 

“It’s messed up?” He asks, reaching for hair. 

“What? No. That’s not important. If I hear you did something to make her cry or anything to hurt, her feelings. You won’t know revenge until it happens to you.” 

A short chuckle slips past your lips as you place a hand on James’s shoulder. “Let’s not threaten people today, Katie.” 

“I’m not, just implying what could happen if he isn’t nice,” she says, a fake smile tugging at the corner of her lips. 

“Yeah, I’m not buying that.” You start to push James into the direction of the elevators. You two stare at the doors, unsure of how to talk to one another knowing that he did- whatever it is he did because he cares about you. ‘My stomach feels weird, but I don’t have an upset stomach?’ “Thank you.” 

“It was fun.” 

“Not as much as it’ll be when I kick your butt.” 

“Oh, you’re on.” 

-

Carlos tilts his head, “does anyone smell cookies?” 

“As long as you don’t smell toast, we’re good,” Logan adds. 

“Huh?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Could you two walk any slower,” Katie whines. She opens the door, shaking her head watching the two having fun. She wanders over, leaning over the back of the couch. “Any more BTF?” 

“You know it.” 

“Cookies are done,” Ms. Knight announces, scooping the cookies off the cookie sheet and onto a plate. 

Everyone runs over to the counter, wincing at the temperature. 

“What does BTF mean?” asks James as he breaks a cookie in half offering you the other half. 

You accept, “oh, that.” You chuckle, “it was actually something I use to make fun of Katie but when I tell you, I… will painfully admit that I’m a fan of your guy’s music because it means… big time fan.” 

He leans in. “Can I assume someone here is your favorite member?” 

“Nope, let’s go play some more. I’m so close to getting the scoreboard to be all BTF.”

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Yandere Medic x Reader Oneshot Teaser, requested by anon

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"You said you needed to see me?"

"Ah, there you are. I've been wondering when you'd show up!"

You smiled, shaking your soon-to-be-ex Mentor's hand in yours, politely making a noise in affirmation as you let him crush your hand in an all-too-familiar grip. While you'd long since tired of the feeling of his larger hands crushing your own, you quickly quelled the frustrations reminding yourself this wouldn't last much longer. 

"This won't take long at all, I assure you! Shall we? Let me lead the way."

Without waiting for an answer, you watched Medic spryly turn on his heel, holding the door open for you, extending his hand, waiting for you to take it. You felt a bit irked at how he treated you, as though you didn't know your way around your own place of work. Like you were a child needing to be guided around by hand, lest you wander off and get yourself lost. 

"Medic, wherever it is you're taking me, I'm quite sure I don't need you to lead me-"

"Ah, ah~ not quite! Don't think you've seen all of the medbay quite yet!"

You forced yourself not to let him catch you rolling your eyes at his patronizing voice. Nevertheless, you just wanted to get this over with. You had an uneasy feeling in your gut and weren't sure exactly what he had in mind, but you had a feeling pressing him for details would merely stall the inevitable. Swallowing your pride, you averted your gaze to the floor, pretending you didn't see his waiting hand, trying your best to conceal your embarrassment. 

"So, uh, I don't think you told me what exactly you wanted to see me for. Um, the note you gave me, I mean. I think you just said you needed to talk to me before lunch break?"

"Right! Well, I was so heartbroken when I heard my little assistant was stepping down as my right hand. But I knew there was one last thing you had to see before leaving!"

"Since when was I your right hand?" You wondered silently, but you didn't dare vocalize this. Medic always had the oddest attachment to you, to say the least. Since you started your apprenticeship with him, Medic was far more attached to you than you found comfortable. He was always watching you work over your shoulder, always stood much too close, insisted you watch and follow his instructions to a T, patronizing you like a child. You'd finally hit your breaking point. Forcing a smile and polite chuckle, you spoke,

"Ahaha, Well, I'm quite honored- But I do hope I'm not keeping you too long. I'd hate to hold you up."

"Nonsense, for you, my dear, I've all the time in the world!"

His voice, as chipper as ever, didn't answer your question, and you couldn't help but feel suspicious of whatever it was he had in store for you, though again, you thought better than to question his logic. Though appearing so insignificant in the moment, this kind of behavior of his never failed to vex you and was indicative of the primary reason for your decision to leave. While you hadn't necessarily told Medic you planned to depart from the medbay altogether, merely telling him you were filing for another position. You knew better than to tell him you wanted to leave entirely, and quite honestly, it wasn't like you owed him an explanation anyhow. You put in your two weeks' notice, which was all your boss was entitled to know.

For a long time, Medic was practically on his knees, begging you to stay. Constantly drilling you, wanting to know precisely why you were leaving, where you were going, how he could reach you from there, etc. For the most part, you were proud of yourself for keeping him at bay. The Medic was known for his inquisitive nature and how easily he could use his words to get into other people's heads and charm others into giving him information. You were sure to provide him with some non-specific answer for each question he asked, or something contradictory, bluffing ignorance whenever he would call you out on said contradictions. Though for the past few days, Medic was notably more mellow, less prodding, and far too quiet for you to trust. You were suspicious for sure and weren't thrilled to be walking around with the guy all alone deep in the labyrinth of back rooms and forgotten passageways where no one could hear you. 

"You're killing me with suspense, Doctor. Where are you taking me?"

"You'll see soon. It won't be much farther. Trust me, it'll be well worth your wait!" 

"Sounds like somebody's lost."

"Why so nervous? Don't tell me you're scared of the dark? I'll let you a hand if it makes you feel better!"

Without waiting for your permission, Medic snatched your hand with his bigger hand with the speed and decisiveness of a striking snake. "Does he think I'm five or something?" You wondered, though not entirely wanting to pull your hand away. 

As scared as you were of Medic, the eeriness of the empty, dimly illuminated halls frightened you, and even you had to admit, he knew the medbay far better than you. The only thing you could hear now was your footfalls, the flickering lights, and Medic's soft humming as he pulled you behind him with anxious, excited steps.

"This had better be worth it, or you owe me."

He didn't say anything but snickered a little to himself. For a while, you didn't say anything. What was there to say? You always hated this part of your Mentor. The way he would talk so smoothly, sidestep your questions, and exude such confidence, you found it so hard to say no to him as if he would take no for an answer anyhow. But what you hated most of all was how easily he flustered you when he wanted to. It was so shameful, knowing how effortlessly he could have you wrapped around his finger. For goodness sake, you were a grown woman, and he had you following him around like a little pet!

You were about to protest when Medic stopped walking abruptly, causing you to stumble dumbly behind him, nearly toppling over, given how sharply he halted.

"Ah, here we are, not that long at all, just like I promised!"

Medic released your hand to ruffle your hair and scratch behind your ears like you were addressing a lapdog. You forced yourself not to look him in the eye and instead look at the doorway he brought you to, pretending his behavior didn't affect you. Ducking your head away from his reach, you stepped around him to open the door, realizing a beat too slowly it was locked.

"Need a little help there?"

It was impossible to ignore the playful smile stretched wide across his face as he very deliberately waited for you to be good and ask nicely for him to open the door for you.

"I suppose. Care to do the honors, Herr Doktor?"

Without another word, Medic pulled a little silver key from his coat's pocket, unlatching the door smoothly before pushing the creaky door open.

"After you, my dear."

You nodded politely and stepped inside, flipping the light on, having to wait a few long seconds before hearing the ancient lights flicker on with a low buzz. The room smelled of stale air, somehow smelt less decrepit than the halls you'd walked leading the way, and was far more expansive on the inside than you expected. It was furnished similarly to many of the other examination rooms in the medbay, though with one massive difference. Like the other rooms, the walls were painted off-white, and there was a long gray-painted metal cabinet, a chest of drawers, and a wall-mounted storage compartment. In addition, there were a few well-worn wooden chairs as well as a long, lightly padded examination table covered with a thin white sheet with a little pillow headrest.

What was so different about this room was the examination table in question. Unlike the hundreds of thin, standard-sized examination tables, this one appeared twice as wide as the ones you were familiar with and much longer. The table had easily twice, if not nearly three times, the surface area as average, though you stopped dead resizing one crucial detail you'd somehow overlooked until now. On the far sides of the examination table, on either side of the headrest, you saw a pair of adjustable metal clamps, obviously meant to keep one's arms locked in one spot and, by extension, to keep a body from getting away.

"Medic, what in the world is this-"

You trailed off as though you were too scared to hear the answer to that question. 

"It's a parting gift, of course! I'll miss you, everyone will miss you, but there's just one last thing I wanted to show you before you're gone!"

"Medic, don't be silly. I'm not leaving for good- I'll still see you. I really don't know how I feel about this. Let's just head back-"

His grin tightened. You could've sworn you saw his teeth gritting tighter for a moment before he responded,

"Don't be afraid. I've done this hundreds of times before. It's just a little procedure I learned decades ago- great for relieving tension, stress, and anxiety- just give it a shot! You've been so tense lately, so scared about leaving your position and finding someone new to study under."

"I'm not scared, alright! I'm a grown woman. Will you stop talking to me like I'm a child! Christ, you know this is why I can't stay here- you know that! I can't stand the way you patronize me. You don't treat anyone else like this. Why do you have to pick on me all the time!?"

Medic's smile dropped for the first time, and he appeared genuinely surprised by what you were saying, despite how emotional you were clearly acting. Feeling brazen, you stood your ground.

"Medic, I'm sick to death of you! The last day I spend with you will be the happiest of my life, and that is a promise! This new mentorship can't start soon enough!"

A few moments of painful silence passed before he responded softly.

"I understand how you feel, but can't you see that's why I brought you here?"

Now it was your turn to be surprised.

"I'm sorry, what?"

Your brows furrowed as you couldn't imagine what he meant by this. Medic walked over to the table sitting and motioned for you to sit beside him. You did so, though you made sure to sit at a comfortable distance. He sighed and pushed forward, and despite everything, you didn't move away. The Medic looked at you with soft, sympathetic eyes, the likes of which you'd never seen from him before.

"Listen, what I was about to show you is an age-old tradition around here. Sort of, something everyone is supposed to know by the time they've worked around here as long as you have, well actually not nearly as long as you have, but- It's just something of an unspoken custom. I never brought you down here before because I knew you were so shy. I never wanted to frighten you."

You wanted to protest, but you weren't in any position to contradict him, and maybe he did have a point here. While Medic knew you were skittish around others, he only acted overly familiar when the two of you were alone, and maybe he was like that with everyone. On the other hand, perhaps he didn't want to embarrass you around others, and he was holding back all along? It was possible, and you continued to hear him out, not protesting when he slung an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his chest.

"This won't hurt at all. Just trust me, and you'll feel so much better… Won't you give me just one chance? After all, what kind of Mentor would I be if I let you go without teaching you something as important as this?"

He appeared to be asking for your permission for the first time ever, and you couldn't help being caught off guard by the unforeseen sincerity. Biting your lower lip nervously, suddenly feeling the pressure of being put on the spot.

"How long is this supposed to take? And you, can you promise me this isn't going to hurt? Can you promise me you're not gonna hurt me? I know you said you're trying to help, but I… I don't know how I feel about this."

He leaned his head against yours, connecting his forehead to yours, rather overly affectionate yet still reassuring.

"You have my word. From the bottom of my heart, I mean you no harm."

He pulled away, continuing in a cheery tone.

"How about we start slow? We'll start with ten minutes, and we can go from there, sound good to you?"

You tried to think of an objection, any reasonable doubt to prevent the inevitable, but unfortunately, your mind went blank. Medic sensed you were still timid but weren't so hesitant.

"Let me help you out of your coat. Just lay back. Let me take care of the rest."

While you knew you ought to have protested, the feeling of his strong hands resting gently on your shoulders as he pulled your long lab coat down your shoulders caused you to flush slightly, feeling momentarily self-conscious about how close you two were. If you were honest, feeling his hands lightly gliding down your arms and shoulders gave you butterflies, and you found yourself timidly looking down at your feet as he pulled away to rest your coat on the back of one of the chairs. 

"This may feel odd at first, but I'm sure you assumed as much. Now lie down, rest your head on the pillow, and try to get comfortable."

Nodding, you watched him draw nearer, Gently pushing you back until your head hit the pillow.

"Hand, please."

Obeying his instruction, you watched with genuine curiosity as the Doctor gently extended your arm to your side before securing it in place with the metal clasp. It felt cold but not nearly as painful as you thought it would. He prodded at the little device a bit longer until seeming satisfied, crossing behind you to do the same to your other arm. It felt incredibly vulnerable to be in such a vulnerable position, and now that you were locked into place, you could feel your nerves slowly rushing back into pace. Finally, after locking both your arms down, rendering you almost immobile, he stood at the foot of the table, grinning you cheerily, clearly quite satisfied with his work.

"Ah! Before I forget, can't have anyone walking in, wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea here, now would we?"

He winked playfully as you swallowed nervously in return, you supposed he was right, but you hardly found that comforting. Finally, he walked to the door, locking it before tucking the key back into his pocket.

"There is just one other thing I didn't mention earlier-"

"Medic!"

He chuckled at your panic,

"Now, there's no need to raise your voice with me. It's all part of the process."

You were about to ask what he meant by this when you got your answer in the form of Medic pulling a little black silk scarf, instantly your mind running to whatever bizarre intention he had in mind for the thin scrap of fabric.

"Don't tell me that's a blindfold!? You can't be serious!"

He pouted mockingly.

"You don't trust me?"

You had to practically bite your tongue to keep from screaming, "No!" For a beat, you hesitated, wondering if there was any chance this was just a sick prank, just your old boss pulling your leg before respectfully sending you on your way. But really, now, who were you kidding? 

Your skin felt too hot and clammy, and the padded medical bench felt shiver-inducing. Despite the sheet, the sensation amplified the longer you looked at the maniac blocking the exit.

"Medic, I really don't think-"

"If it's pain you're worried about, I've done this to plenty of patients before you, little one. Not once have I left a patient unsatisfied!"

Again you felt irritation rising at how he addressed you as though you were just a patient and not respecting you as his colleague.

"I'm not your patient, Medic! I'm not even your coworker anymore. I just- please, Medic. Let's just end this civilly."

Despite how tough you tried to look on the outside, you couldn't hold back from trembling as you watched the maniac slowly drawing closer as he mindlessly twisted the silky fabric around his fingers. His hungry eyes, not one moving from your body, drinking in the way he could practically see your heart hammering in your chest from across the room as you could only look up at him with impotence. You couldn't stop yourself from crying, hardly even realizing how weak he surely thought you looked until you felt the hot tears rolling down your cheeks. Medic appeared hypnotized by the sight of your body and face contorted with fear, begging for mercy laid out like a banquet before him.

"Litte one, don't tell me you think you're in any position to stop me now?"

"Please- I don't want this! Whatever it is you're planning, I don't want to go through with this!"

You shrieked in pain and surprise when you felt him pull your head up off the pillow by your hair, forcing the silk around your head with one hand and using the other to keep your head up. When he released your head to finish tying the knot and secure the fabric around your head, you were too disoriented to try and fight back. He effortlessly secured the blindfold, sliding the knot into place behind your head, smearing your own tears across your face as he did so.

"It's a shame I won't be able to look you in the eyes, but this is for your own good."

"My own good!? What is that supposed to mean?"

He hummed lowly, his hand petting your hair as though this would soothe the pain he'd inflicted with that same hand seconds ago.

"You see, little one when one of your senses is hindered, in this case, sight, your other senses heightened dramatically. So, while you may not be able to see what I'm doing, it will only strengthen your sense of touch. And, yes, for your sake and sense of pleasure, I assure you this will most certainly be for your benefit."

To further illustrate his point, his hand drifted from the top of your head to wander down the side of your face. Until his fingernails beneath his gloves gently grazed the thin skin of your neck. You inhaled sharply through clenched teeth at the feeling, causing Medic to hum in approval. While you shed your lab coat, you were still in the modest med staff uniform you wore every day at work, a collared white button-up shirt tucked neatly into a pair of straight-legged high-waisted black trousers, leaving practically no bare skin exposed. Despite this, you felt far too exposed and whined at the odd tickling sensation of Medic's thick fingers scraping along your neck.

"E-Enough! Please make it stop! I don't wanna be here anymore- not alone- not with you!"

His playful humming stopped, and his fingers became stationary on your throat, Medic's voice slow- eerily deliberate, choosing his words very, very carefully.

"Are you afraid of me?"

[4rainynite]

EAH Dorm Rooms Headcanon 11

Faybelle & Bunny

One's a fairy with a bad streak & the other's a sweet-hearted bunny, talk about an odd pair.

Besides Raven & Apple and Ramona & Justine, Bunny & Faybelle are the oddest of roommates. One has to wonder, how the heck they can live together?

My theory is Headmaster Grimm made Bunny Faybelle's roommate on purpuse to be petty. When, Alistair and Bunny arrived he seemed furious and when they brought the fake Storybook of Legends it got worse. Seriously! In 'Fairy Tail Ending' there were many empty rooms/ girls without roommates like Farrah & Justine. But, Headmaster Grimm made Bunny room with Faybelle of all people.That man has issues!

Faybelle's side: As the future Dark Fairy in Sleeping Beauty, Faybelle she is a Royal with a evil destiny and can't wait to begin her story! Not only does she love being evil she has a passion for cheerleading. As head cheerleader she makes sure she's the center of attention.

In 'Fairy's Got Talent' we get a good description of her room at Ever After High and her home.

I can see Faybelle's side of the dorm looking like her party like in 'The Tale of Two Parties', but in the books Faybelle's home was made of white stone due to Madam Thorn stating that 'light has no side' and is usually seen wearing white.

Faybelle's dorm is covered in fairy lights and probably has a dart board with people she hates that she zaps with her magic.

YIKES! I know she dislikes Raven and Apple, but that girl needs to see a counselor or something.

In the books there's a painting of the Thorn family crest in her dorm. In the center of the crest, the motto "Doers of Dark Magic" wrapped around an evil-looking eye that follows the viewer no matter where they stay in the room (this freaks Bunny out).

She has a vanity where she keeps her bottles, perfumes, and cosmetics on. She uses many products to keep her wings healthy, like leave-on conditioner and sunscreen to keep them glossy and supple.

I think Faybelle dyes her hair blonde to fir her mother's 'light has no side' idea. In 'Unfairest of Them All' her hair was originally midnight blue, the teal stripe in her hair is what didn't get bleached.

In the books she has a closet where she got a tiara out for an audition in 'Fairy's Got Talent'.

Faybelle has sprinklers in her room due to accidentally setting it on fire sometimes with her powers. The cleaning fairies hate cleaning up her dorm!

Like Raven & Briar I think Faybelle has a coffee machine in her room, due to her love of coffee.

From the information I've gathered Faybelle furniture has thorn and fairy wing designs on them and are white, black, and teal.

I can see Faybelle having a spinning wheel similiar to Briar's (only teal).

Being head cheerleader Faybelle has a trophy case filled with trophies, medals, and ribbons in cheerleading.

Like Daring I can see her dorm having a ton of mirrors.

Bunny's side: Despite being the next White Rabbit, who is always late and nervous. Bunny is calm and arrives on time.

Since, 'Fairy's Got Talent' was in Faybelle's perpective there was zero description on Bunny's side of the room. We do know Bunny is messy which is a trait shared by the other Wonderlanders since she throws carrot stems that land of Faybelle's side of the dorm. I'm guessing their dorm is the same size as Ramona and Justine due to Faybelle finds Bunny's discarded veggies on her side of the dorm and how angry she was to gain a roommate.

Because Bunny can shapeshift her side of the dorm may have things a normal rabbit would use like toys and brushes.

Bunny's side of the dorm would be decorative heavily with Wonderland themes like watches, chess pieces, and teacups.

She has a huge collection of hats and watches in her closet.

Being friends with a riddle master like Alistair (crush) Bunny has a large bookcase with books on riddles, Wonderland, and vegetables.

Alistair gave Bunny the rose and she keeps it on her nightstand.

Bunny has a mini fridge where she keeps her veggies. That and she uses the balcony in the dorm to grow more delicious veggies.

Bunny is rarely in her dorm due to all the clubs she's in: she plays horn in the school band, track and shield, chess club, taking care of the Wonderland Grove, party planning committee, and royal student council.

I honestly think besides these clubs being Bunny's hobbies and meeting new people, Bunny does them to stay away from Faybelle. In 'Fairy's Got Talent' Faybelle would scare Bunny no matter what she did. Along with the dorm sometimes catching on fire and the staring-eye-crest, Bunny most likely sleeps over at Kitty, Lizzie, and Maddie's dorms on the weekends or during study sessions.

I knew people like Faybelle (and Headmaster Grimm) in real life so having them as a roommate would be a nightmare!

Well, I did my best with Bunny with how little info there was on her.

Images from EAHWIKI & ROYALREBELWIKI

[social-mockingbird]

keldabe kisses are the windows to the soul (pt.2)

(tech x reader)

pt. 1 here!  pt. 3 here!

hello, lovely humans! i hope you’re doing well! here is part two! i thought this would only be two parts, but it will probably end up being three. it is a slower burn than i originally intended, but i am having a blast writing the Pining™️.

author’s rec: red giant by stellardrone is a gorgeous spacey vibe of a song and fits this part really well :D

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You really weren’t that surprised Cid let you go with the boys. She’d taken one look at your suddenly watery eyes when Echo told you they were leaving, huffed, and started digging credits out of her pockets. 

“Advance pay,” she’d croaked at you. “Don’t be gone too long.” 

It had been two months of jobs, sleeping on the Marauder and eating rations, and you’d never been happier. Wrecker and Omega had taken to including you during their game nights, and Hunter had shown you a few basic moves with his hunting knife. You’d had at least two holofilm nights with Echo and he always cried at the sad parts and always pretended he didn’t. It was, despite some hairy missions and sleepless nights, a quiet sort of existence. So you’d had a lot of time to think.

They’d told you Tech’s thing was his smarts–the Kaminoans had blessed him with increased mental capacity and a photographic memory that made him wicked brilliant and a total nerd to boot. He still hadn’t stopped ranting about the beetles you’d found on Kashyyyk three weeks ago to anyone who would listen (you). 

But you swore his real talent was in perceptiveness–he noticed everything. 

Which was not helpful when you were prone to staring at him. 

He was captivating, and it was horrible. You told yourself it was because of how intent he got on his work, his rare smiles, his gentle hands. 

But you knew it was his eyes. 

Omega and Kix–God, you missed Kix–were the only clones you knew who ever came close to the particular shade of gold in Tech’s eyes, but Omega’s were too auburn, Kix’s too brown. It was a sharp contrast to the almost greyish-brown of Hunter’s eyes and the bluish tint of Wrecker’s one good eye. 

But he noticed every time you started to stare, and you could almost swear he’d started staring back–and that was not something you were prepared to handle. Kix used to do the same, meeting your eyes over trays of meds and bacta, noticing when you got too exhausted or overwhelmed. 

But your feelings for Kix were a pretty scar on your healing heart. You mourned him, and loved him, but you knew moving on was what he would have wanted for you, selfless as he was. 

And now there was Tech.

You told yourself it was a silly crush. You were lonely, and he was a weird sort of lovely. Gentle with you and Omega, patient, and quietly kind. He’d been the one to let you sit up with him when you needed a night to think, and the one to regale you with the oddest facts about his favorite monsters and animals from adventures to make you laugh and wonder. So you resigned yourself to quiet loving, the kind that didn’t scare people away, the kind that didn’t hurt too much when you had to move on. 

And then you hurt yourself during a stargazing trip. 

It was the perfect definition of trip, really; nothing more cartoonish could have happened to you than the way you caught your toe on a twisty root and flailed all the way to the ground, making a noise that sounded like a sick Wookie. A nasty flare of pain went up your wrist when it caught the brunt of your fall. 

Wrecker laughed first, because it was funny, but he was the first to pick you up and set you gently upright on the ground when he heard you groan. You did your best not to sniffle. They’d all had worse than some stupid scrapes and a tweaked wrist, and you weren’t about to complain. 

Hunter assured you your wrist wasn’t broken and took the bandages from Echo’s pack to wrap it while Omega cleaned the scrapes on your chin and palms and knees with something that stung. It was sweet, the way they all gathered around you, a pack of worried siblings. 

“I can carry her to the outcropping.” 

Tech’s voice was a surprise. He’d silently watched as his sister and brothers tended to you, eyes on your face the whole time. 

“That’s sweet, Tech, but I can walk.” You waggled your feet. “Still in tip-top shape.” Your left ankle twinged in protest, and you winced. 

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It made sense that Tech would be able to carry you effortlessly. He was just as fast and strong as his brothers, and one of the tallest in the crew. It was just—he held you like it was nothing. You couldn’t feel him straining, and any shifting he did only brought you closer into his embrace. He’d encouraged you to wrap your arms around his neck to make transporting you a bit easier, and he didn’t seem to mind that you’d rested your head on his chest, eyes closed. There wasn’t much to see until the outcropping anyway. 

He had his own scent underneath the regulation soap you all used and it was driving you crazy. 

And thinking about it was driving you crazier. You were glad Echo couldn’t see your face because you wouldn’t be able to stand the knowing look he’d give you. Echo’s antics would reveal your feelings faster than you’d ever want. 

Faint pink light made you open your eyes just as Tech shifted your weight, setting you down on a flat rock and making sure your legs weren’t folded uncomfortably. He settled next to you and placed a hand over your eyes. 

“Tech. What?” You almost pried his hand away but then that would mean touching his hand and suddenly you were overthinking it and twisting your fingers in your lap. 

“Wait until everyone gets settled. In approximately seven ticks it will be the optimal viewing time.” 

So you sat, trying not to think about how warm his gloved hand was, and breathed out a sigh, focusing on the gentle warmth of the light seeping through Tech’s fingers. 

When he drew his hand away everything was new. 

Most planets you visited had sunrises in similar colors, buttery yellows and oranges and the sort of pink you loved as a little girl, but this sky was purple, and so clear. 

There was faint pink light on the horizon where the sun was starting to come up, lining the few flat clouds with scarlet, but the main attraction was the sky above it, a rich, smooth violet expanse, filled with stars and galaxies like gems on a gown. Even Wrecker went silent after his first delighted shout, and you watched the planets dance in a glassy sky, reflected in the smooth water below the outcropping. You forgot about your aching body during the minutes before the sun broke the bonds of the sea and cast pale, pretty light into your eyes. 

There was a glint to your right. You turned just in time to catch Tech shift towards the sun, turning his face into the light. 

Where had he been looking before? 

It gave you something to think about, for sure, as he carried you back to the Marauder, and you leaned your head against him and prayed that maybe everything was changing.

[moonlit-mystery-writer]

Mizumura Family Members

This is a list and summary of some ocs who'll eventually appear in the Rewrite! They're a yakuza group who have Oceanic Flames/Dying Will Flames of the Ocean! They're an antagonistic group to the Vongola Group! Info under cut!

Hideko Mizumura - The Ocean Flame/Sky equivalent. She's the "princess" of her school, the head of the student council, and more. On the outside and from reputation, she is perfect in every way. In reality, she's a bitch. All the positive things she does are for negative reasons. For example: She upholds a zero tolerance bullying policy! Because if you're going to be bullied in her school, it'll be by her or one of her guardians. She's like Hibari in the sense she sees her school as her territory, so she doesn't tolerate it when she feels people are encroaching on her territory. By the end of the arc, she'll reflect a lot on herself and her actions, but doesn't fully redeem herself right away.

Miyu Saito - The Tsunami Flame/Storm equivalent. With a cute, kogal gyaru look and generally bubbly personality towards her fellow students all while following the "princess" around, Miyu is viewed as Hideko's "pet". In reality, she's her lover and right hand woman. While her hobbies and passions lie in fashion and beach related things, her pride rests in being extremely loyal and ruthless for her boss/girlfriend. If Hideko says the word, Miyu will heed her call. However their relationship at the start of the arc is very one sided and Miyu is very insecure about that fact. Miyu also has trichotillomania, resulting in her preferring to have her actual hair really short and wear wigs.

Jun Kanzaki - The Abyss Flame/Cloud equivalent. She's deemed the oddest of the guardian group and seen as a bit of a social outcast. She doesn't really care though, heavily preferring to be alone. The Abyss Flame is a very eccentric artist who'll do anything for her art. Aesthetically she's very gothic, but like with a lot of ocean themes. Out of the group, she's the most disillusioned with Hideko, being able to see their leader for all her faults and flaws. However, this doesn't make her any less loyal to her.

Megumi Kawakami- The Tide Flame/ Rain equivalent. The award winning head of the swim team at Midori Middle and one of Hideko's best friends. She's beloved by her fellow students! Except the swim team members that don't hold up to her expectations. She's known for making them train much harder and longer than those she deems to be doing well, often not even letting them rest. That's all she has for now.

Ren Muto - The Sea Flame/Sun equivalent. Head of the volleyball team, when not in season she pursues track. Much like the Tide flame, she treats certain teammates cruelly. But again because she's popular everywhere else in the school, no one speaks up. And that's about all I have for her right now outside of her going to be very tomboyish aesthetically.

Shinju Shimizu - The Reef Flame/Mist equivalent. Another one without much to her. However she does have a colorful, coral inspired Decora Kei look to her and she's an underclassman to the others. Being a first year while I imagine the thus mentioned thus far are 2nd or 3rd years. She also has a one sided crush on the equivalent to the Lightning Guardian who I'll do next.

Tomoko Watanabe - The Current Flame/ Lightning Equivalent! She too, like the Reef, is an underclassman. She's known for being really smart and the top of her class though. However, she's completely obsessed with and idolizes Hideko. As a result, whatever info Miyu doesn't learn through rumor mills, the Current Guardian will be the one to learn then instantly bring to Hideko. At the end of the arc, she's the most bitter towards the Vongola group simply because they managed to win against Hideko. 

Yumi Maekawa- The Arctic Flame/ Snow equivalent.  She, all and all, is a complete WIP as I have nothing for her. All I have is literally just she's loyal to Hideko like the others she's an antagonist lol. Part of why she’s such a WIP in my Snow Flame lore is still mostly a WIP.

[kny-agere]

Hear me out.

I don't have a specific idea, but I read one of your fics, and the idea of Giyuu being little and autistic made SO much sense to me, so I was thinking about something with this prompt, and caregiver! Shinobu, if that's okay with you? It's just this idea is so sweet aghhhh

Not super confident in this one sorry :( idk what happened

★彡☆彡★彡

Giyuu was surprisingly agreeable when he wanted to be. Even if Shinobu had to work long hours or the butterfly house was crowded and noisy then a quiet Giyuu would be content to hide in Kocho’s room and simply wait all day. Shinobu rarely took care of the little ones herself, often too busy or too tired to give proper care, but Giyuu could only manage to regress around a select few people. Rengoku and Mitsuri could work on occasion but considering they were often just as busy it wasn’t as if they could travel to care for their friend. Kagaya was the only other person Tomioka trusted but as his condition worsened the hashira saw less and less of him.

Still Kocho was happy to watch over Giyuu on the rare occasions he slipped for a day or two. It meant that after a long day of work she could come back to her room and find him wrapped up in her sheets and keeping them warm. Tomioka always worked himself into the oddest of positions, shifting and twisting until he curled up in a little ball underneath the covers.

Right now his arms were pulled inside of his shirt and wrapped around his waist, Knees were bent upwards and ankles crossed. Overall Giyuu looked like he was trying to imitate an egg.

As Shinobu approached he slowly peaked out from the cocoon he wrapped himself up in. One finger slowly inched its way towards Tomioka’s mouth while his other hand stretched out towards her.

“Hi baby how are you doing?” Immediately Kocho placed a gentle kiss on the man’s forehead and ran her fingers through his hair. It was loose around his shoulders and clung to his cheeks.

In response Tomioka simply grunted and wrapped one of his hands around her haori. The minute she leaned into the bed he in turn leaned into her. Shinobu couldn’t bear his weight normally but with the matress as support she was willing to let the man rest on top of her. She hadn’t even changed yet— not originally intending to lie down this soon —but it was likely that Giyuu would not be happy if she left soon, even for a brief moment.

“How was your day baby?” It’s hard to even move Tomioka’s body but eventually Kocho pulls him into a position where she’s not getting completely crushed. “Did you stay in here the whole time?” Aoi sometimes drops off meals for the boy but whether or not he would’ve eaten them unprompted in this state is unclear. It’s most likely he just drifted in and out of sleep.

Still Kocho won’t get a proper answer when all the noises that come from his mouth are unintelligible grumbles. As cute as the attempts to communicate are Shinobu can’t decipher them. She wouldn’t be in a place to scold him anyways considering how little she’d eaten that day. The thought of food travels down to her stomach which begs for something.

It was a hard task to pull herself away from Giyuu but the more she lays there the more Kocho realizes that they’re both half-starving. Slowly she pulls herself out from underneath the boy. Moving delicately could soften the blow of her absence but Giyuu was still smart enough to realize what was happening and start whining the minute she wasn’t completely attached to him.

“I’m gonna get us a treat!” Shinobu tried to placate him with soft words and softer pokes to his abdomen, fingers trying to squeeze out a laugh or two. Instead the hashira simply tensed and let out more disgruntled noises. His attempts to push her hands off were weak and slow but Shinobu acquiesced and pulled away. “You better not be so grumpy when I get back.” She playfully grabbed his nose and wiggled it, finally earning a somewhat happy gurgle in return.

With the thought of Tomioka waiting for her Shinobu moves quickly. There’s always fresh food waiting in the kitchen and the woman quickly scoops up two bowls of rice porridge. There’s already sugar and fruit mixed in so she doesn’t need to waste more time adding flavor. The only other thing she stops to grab is a bottle, which someone (probably Aoi) has already prepared and is waiting in the icebox.

The trip takes barely five minutes but when she gets back Tomioka has already curled up under the sheets again. Kocho peels the sheets off of him and presses a few kisses against his cheeks. “Come on we’re not going to bed quite yet.” It’s hard to coax him upwards but eventually she manages to get him in a somewhat proper position.

Somehow she expected Giyuu to be less of a messy eater when someone else did most of the work. It was easy to assume the fault was that of his clumsy hands. Quickly it became clear that the problem was actually the fact that the man couldn’t keep his damn head still. Every time the chopsticks neared his lips Tomioka would move to meet them and instead bump his cheek and smear food over it. If Shinobu waited for him to move first then he would suddenly sit still until finally the mixture dripped onto his chest instead. For now the woman simply gave up on keeping either of them clean. It’d be easier to just change afterwards.

Kocho felt better once she’d eaten. She had intended on dinner being a quick affair but with having to feed Tomioka as well it took much longer than intended. She hadn’t even given him the bottle yet, which he probably wouldn’t take on his own. There was also about half of portion of okayu staining him clothes, specks had even made their way into his hair somehow. Giyuu would only let the woman bathe him in the most dire of situations so he’d have to deal with sticky hair until he could do the work himself.

She does help him strip down to his undergarments however and does the same. Crawling in the bed beside him Kocho takes care to grab the bottle and not spill any of the milk. As her arms wrap around him she slips the nib of the bottle into his mouth. He’ll probably fall asleep before finishing it but Kocho can add in milk soaked sheets to the rest of the laundry in the morning.

[cafe-smut]

Fics I Could Write But Haven't Yet

Dragon Shifter Hua Cheng being captured and used to create more of her kind. Escapes and reunited with her Queen, but later ends up tracking down the child she was forced to have with a rogue cultivator that was captured. The child is an orphan and severely traumatized, but his prospects of survival to adulthood due to the dragon parts of him are slim.

Wei Wuxian dies one day on the Burial Mounds and wakes up like, a day later as an uber powerful ghost, completely confused. Hua Cheng and He Xuan find him, planning to get to the bottom of the sudden appearance of this wrathish/calamity level ghost, only to be surprised someone newly dead and just trying to keep the people he cares about safe. By unspoken mutual agreement (and seeing themselves in the young man) they help him learn to wield his powers and set up the Mounds to better support human life.

The 5 Calamities, 2 being Wrath ghosts on the level of the Calamities. Those two outliers in the group being Green Touring Night Lantern and the other the Silver Ghost Controlling Flute, who is Crimson Rain's right hand and the Young Mistress of Ghost City. One day, unknown and unexpectedly, she disappears, only to begin to remerge nearly a decade later, Chenching's eery tone reverberating through the realm of the undead once more.

Wei Ying is saved from certain death by both winter and dog alike by the wolves in the forest surrounding Yiling. They follow her as a whole pack even when she goes to Lotus Pier. Dogs are not Wolves, dogs are vicious and cruel, but wolves don't know such things. She's terrified of dogs, but a wolf is her most welcome companion and savior. To harm a Yiling Wolf is to ask for death from the Yiling Laozu. So what happens to them when their Lady is dead?

Xie Lian gets the cat she adopted with her ex Jun Wu stolen by him, but can't prove it. Ranting online about it while depressed, someone she doesn't know tags her and says she used to hook up with him and she can go see if her cat is there. A fee days later she opens her door to the woman standing there with her Ruoye. They take a selfie and post it with the caption 'my cat loves my new girlfriend!' That very day when they start dating.

Lou Binghe is extremely confused that her old middle school teacher is not only now her college professor, but as much as she hated her in her youth, doesn't even seem to remember her? And is super nice, just in general? But, did she just never notice how beautiful her shizun was before, or-?

Xie Lian returns to college after trying to get her life together, and is warned immediately by her old friends of the Three Demons of the school. Her new friend Shi Qingxuan laughs and tells her they're not so bad. Are they in the mafia? No! She's engaged to one of their friends and hangs out with them regularly. She should just get to know them herself! Xie Lian does, and finds Luo Binghe, Wei Ying, and Hua Cheng are- quite nice, actually!

After some guidance and exploring, Wei Ying and Lan Zhan come across a cave and a giant coffin in it. It turns out to be a 3 layered coffin with the oddest dead person inside it Wei Ying's ever seen. Taking the person back to the Cloud Recesses, he starts to wake up and they slowly, slowly, nurse him back to heath. As time goes on, Wei Ying thinks to reach out to someone he knew while dead, the ruler of the ghost city he'd called home for 13 years, about who their visitor with little to no memory might be.

Modern Hualian where painter Hua Cheng, a college student, is looking to have a more live model than the sculptures she sometimes does. Enter Xie Lian, childhood crush that never.faded, doing some shibari photography with her coworker and primary photographer Wei Ying. Some extra pay and Hua Cheng and Xie Lian quickly become known as a famous duo for the works of art displayed on Xie Lian's body with paint, ever changing but ever beautiful and inspired.

Xie Lian wakes from the 3 layered coffin, only to find himself in the care of 2 old friends. After being healed, with nothing left for him in China, he goes with them and chages his form to a woman. Several centuries later, she returns with a mask, the name Liene, and at the side of her goddess as the Liutenant of Artemis. And it seems her silence and changed looks have kept anyone from recognizing her during the meetings between the gods, with the singular exception of a ghost she never knew, a Ghost King of incredible power and looks who seems to be called Hua Cheng, but keeps telling Xie Lian to call her San Niang.

Basically it's just SVSSS but with the magic mechanics and the like of Fairy Tail. Also I'll probably make it lesbians because Women. So the guild Cang Qiong Mountain is so large and because of where its based, its got several Secondary Guild Masters with Heavenly Body User Yue Qingyuan being the main one. Theres the God/dess of War, Requip mage Liu Qingge, Water Body mage Shang Qinghua, Sky Dragon Shen Qingqiu, and so on and so forth.

Danmei mega crossover, but it's also ancient Chinese Hunters of Artemis. Xie Lian, ages after accidentally consuming a flower that turns you into a woman of the Land Of The Tender, accidentally ascends as a goddess of archery and the hunt after having to recultivate with an entirely different base. Cue her gathering her hunters, saving them from other doom with the exception that they are either a woman or eat the same flower and turn into one.

Modern 21st century witch Wei Wuxian gets summons back by the sect leaders of ancient China, attempting to bring someone to help them stop Wen Rohan from starting a war they're quite sure they can't win. She confuses the fuck out of them but to their shock, she looks just like someone of their generation who went missing years ago during a night hunt.

Modern Bingqiu where they're dating and Shen Qingqiu puts on Binghe's fur coat cause they're going out and he's cold and holy shit it's so nice. Binghe's all flustered by him wearing his coat. SQQ is entirely unaware that Binghe is a selkie and that's his Pelt and that- that looks- yeah, um. Uh. Yeah. He needs to wear that more. Undecided if Binghe would be a proper seal selkie or something different like a wolf.

Princess Leona Kingscholar who's known for being mega lazy and a great partier with a huge alcohol tolerance. Who's never been taken seriously by her older brother of the court. Who is Hella smart but rarely shows her hand, one of those times being when she saved some random person she's too drunk to remember. Who gets a notice to return from school because she's relieved a marriage proposal. From the dragonic princess of Briar Valley (whos been stalking her since the beginning.)

If you could vote for your favorite one or ask questions in the comments or revlogs, that would be great. I can only work on so much at once and it would be helpful.

[mintandcreme]

after like, my satisfaction, and blue blood for the ask game!

Omg, thank you so much for the ask 💗

After Like: Lol, this is actually embarrassing for me cause I’m not used to talking about crushes at all… (if for some reason, someone recognizes this story, please pretend you don’t know me 🙏🏻)

But basically, I liked this one guy a few years back because I thought he looked cute (bro, a sea of people parted for me to see this man), but I learned he was my friend’s brother 💀, so I immediately stopped liking him.

Then, we worked on a group project together, and my friend said she shipped me with him because “he looked at me”, and helped me when I was struggling cause no one else could/would 😭. We had a little “argument” (that was technically my fault cause I didn’t communicate with the group, and I would just laugh at his jokes. That was the extent of our interactions). After that, I didn’t really see him much until two school years later.

I had stopped liking him, but the same friend who shipped me with him said on the second week of school, that she shipped me with him (again), because “he kept on looking at you” 😭. But anyways, I would keep diary entries about our “moments” (from my friend’s perspective, help. Oh, and it’s good fanfic fuel), and we mainly said “sorry”, “excuse me”, “it’s okay”, or “you’re fine” to each other. He did though, put his backpack close to where I put mine, and we stood and sat next to each other occasionally so yeah…

I remember the oddest moment was when I felt this intense burning, and felt like I was blushing for some odd reason, just for it to be him behind me. 🤡 Oh, and this one time I was shaking this other guy’s hand and looked over to see him staring (probably cause we were shaking hands for 20 seconds plus, and because I’m delusional and could have looked wrong) 😀

I definitely liked the idea of him (idea of how a guy I used like, “liked me back”, and still does years later) 😔 not him as a person since I never really fully interacted with him. Tragic.

My Satisfaction: I don’t do makeup, but I really like chapsticks or tinted chapsticks since it brings color to my face. Otherwise, it would be my hoodies or flannels.

Blue Blood: Oohh… I think it would be one my my hoodies, or my calculator haha. The beach and sky as well!