#ive had this one in mind for a while so why not

[81astriss]

might as well be drunk in love | oscar piastri

fem!reader x oscar piastri

fanfic & smau (mostly fic)

NOT PROOFREAD !! apologies for any mistakes

you and lando have been friends since you were children—you were practically siblings at this point. you knew his deepest, darkest secrets and he knew about your secret crush on his teammate, oscar piastri. but after accidentally sharing a drunken kiss at a party, fans don't really have anything positive to say about your situation.

a/n: okay wow this was longer than i expected HSJKDSASHJD not my best tbh i didn't really know how to execute this that well but it's finee.... i think 🙏😇 idk i don't usually do fics but this idea was consuming my mind so yep!! IF anyone wants to remake this, go ahead but give me creds & tag me THANKYEUWWWHHH also if this is inaccurate its bc dont drink and ive never been to a party 😬

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Post-Monaco GP called for a celebration. A party! And of course, you were invited. Honestly, you wouldn't have said yes if Lando didn't tell you that Oscar would be there. He's been trying to set you up since last year when Oscar first became his teammate.

One part of Lando's that rubbed off on you was being a party person. As long as you had some social battery left, you enjoyed parties. Music loud enough to block out your thoughts, drinks strong enough to drain out your emotions, it was perfect.

Right now, you weren't really in the mood. But he had somehow convinced your long-time crush, Oscar Piastri to attend a party so who were you to decline?

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The venue was bigger than you imagined. People were everywhere but no matter, you could probably sit in a corner, pray Oscar would want to leave early but no.

Oscar found his spot on a table near the door while you made your way to the open bar to loosen up. A few minutes later, Lando came up to you and took a seat right next to you.

"Well this is new." He said, before ordering another drink. "You're sitting alone and not mingling with others."

"I didn't really want to come in the first place."

"And yet you agreed to come nonetheless." He smirks before taking a sip. "I wonder why." He glances over at Oscar who was then approached by a girl, who was clearly drunk.

Their conversation seemed to be flowing and you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy in your chest.

Charli XCX's 'party 4 u' played loudly in the background. Great timing, isn't it? Lando watched with much amusement as every emotion played out on your face.

You waited for the girl to leave.

And waited.

And waited until it had been over an hour or two. You had too much to drink, lost track of time, and Lando was nowhere in your line of sight. To make matters worse, two more girls were now chatting up Oscar. Two!!! None of which were you. God knows if he's really enjoying it but he had that charming smile on his face and it pissed you off.

A few more drinks later, Lando noticed his teammate looking over at you every now and then and made his way back to you with a smug yet somehow empathetic look on his face.

You've had just about enough so you went outside, took off your shoes and dipped your feet in the pool. Only 3 other people were outside with you. 2 making out and one shirtless, trying to convince his girlfriend to not leave him (which was slightly funny because she was on speaker so you could hear the whole thing).

The moonlight reflected off the surface of the pool, tempting you to jump in while a Kendrick Lamar song was playing faintly from inside.

You would've driven yourself home despite being drunk but this time you were just a bit too exhausted to do so.

Your best friend sat down beside you, trying to find the proper words.

"He almost never goes to these kinda functions."

"Is that supposed to be comforting?"

"I told him you would come."

No words came out of your throat. Without warning, your curly-haired friend pushed you in the pool and you made a sound that could only be described as demonic.

It was the alcohol making you act without thinking. Both of you. You locked eyes with your drunken best friend and instinctively leaned in and your lips met.

"Well that's not how I expected this conversation to go." Lando says after you pulled away after about 3 secods.

"This is like the time in high school when you asked me to practice kissing with you for this girl."

"Yeah but this time you're the one who needs practice to kiss a boy."

"Are you saying I'm a bad kisser?!"

"No, but I'm saying Oscar's a good kisser and you might not on his level."

"So you're—what—wait how do you know how Oscar kisses?"

"I don't! I'm just guessing. Pure assumptions!"

The two of you were laughing at your ridiculous conversation when you suddenly felt nauseous and ran to the nearest bathroom. Lando took that as a signal to call Oscar (and pray he didn't get drunk) so he could drive you home.

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↳ user1 i knew oscaryn was real since 2023 🤞

f1gossip ‼️ Oscar Piastri was seen walking out of the Monaco afterparty with Y/n L/n. The two were seen being unnecessarily close while walking together. 👀

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↳ user2 oh he's so fine 😍😍 and she's there too i guess.

↳ user3 i have a bad feeling abt y/n

↳ user4 i fw landoyn childhood bsfs to lovers more 🙄

user5 both lando AND y/n have publicly stated that they are and will only be friends, nothing more. user6 ^^^^ they're more like siblings even user4 idk i don't buy it 🫤

↳ user7 idk abt y'all theyre kinda cute ???

↳ user8 "unnecessarily close" maybe bc y/n was DRUNK??? and having trouble walking?????

user9 she should control her liquor then or something rather than demand her bsfs teammate to bring her home

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↳ user1 HELLO WHAT THE FUCK

f1gossip Y/N L/N AND LANDO NORRIS WERE KISSING AT THE SAME PARTY SHE AND OSCAR WENT TO????? 😱😱⁉️ Follow f1gossip for more updates about this crazy situation.

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↳ user2 OH NAHHHHH

↳ user3 what did i say 😇

↳ user4 i fucking told you all

↳ user5 this being posted 2h after the oscaryn one is crazy timing

↳ user6 so is this considered incest or...?

↳ user7 oh what the fuck oscar and lando deserve better than that cheater

↳ user8 she's just drunk !!! y/n babe get behind me

user9 drunk actions are sober thoughts user8 isn't it drunk words are sober thoughts user10 works for actions too

↳ user11 does she even qualify as a wag? 💀💀

user12 if she does, shes the worst one

↳ user13 idk she must be doing sumn right if she pulled both mclaren boys

user14 and the best in manipulation award goes to... user15 Y/n M/n L/n 🤢🤢

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↳ user16 WHORE

user16 omg who said that...

↳ user17 wow slut

You stare at your phone screen in shock when you saw everything. The hangover was killing you and when you walked out of the room, Oscar was there? In your hotel's kitchen?

You didn't say anything. He didn't say anything. The both of you sat there in an uncomfortable silence, just waiting for the other person to say something.

"Drink too much?" He attempts to talk to you while taking a bite out of the toast he made while you were sleeping.

"Maybe a little." You drink your coffee which had cooled down a bit thanks to you waking up late.

Silence.

"Have you been online in... I don't know, the past 6 hours maybe?"

"Lando called," He says, ignoring the question. Or maybe he just didn't hear? "He told me everything. And yes I have, I've seen what they're saying. How are you holding up?"

You're not sure whether to be relieved that he hasn't cursed you out or be nervous at how calm he is about this.

Instead of questioning him any further about his conversation with Lando, you cry. You were physically exhausted from the night before and now even mentally exhausted thanks to what people on the internet are saying.

You would much rather be anywhere else, having a breakdown in front of someone else than here in front of Oscar. Hell, you'd rather cry in front of a serial killer who has it out for you! At least they would end your misery instead of stare at you while you let every emotion you've been feeling for the past 12 hours.

Oscar doesn't waste a second. He pulled you in and let you sob in his chest. Without asking for permission, he opened your phone (your password was 0406, quite easy for him to guess), and logged out of all your social medias.

"It's okay, I understand." Those words felt like a knife to your chest. You weren't sure what exactly he understood but in that very moment, you just felt safe.

"I know it was an accident that you kissed him, I know that you got way more drunk than you were supposed to last night," He explains. "And I know that you like me."

You probably should've cared more about that but given the situation you were in, it felt like you could not care less anymore if he likes you or not.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better, aren't you." You try to lighten the situation (and avoid the fact that he knows about your feelings for him.)

"Well, yes obviously. But also because I like you too. This isn't the situation I was hoping for when I'd tell you that but eh. When life gives you lemons..." He rambles on. "Anyways what I'm trying to say is I'd still be with you even with all that's going on. Okay saying that is also bad timing but—"

You cut him off with a kiss on his cheek as one on the lips felt a bit too much right away.

"But aren't you afraid of me ruining your reputation or something?"

"Then our reputations will be ruined together."

He didn't care about what anyone else had to say about you. Thanks to him, anything and everything they said just dissipated into thin air and it all felt irrelevant.

Only Oscar Piastri can make a situation this bad feel like the best day of your life.

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ynln you know it might be worth it for once?

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↳ oscarpiastri ❤️

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oscarpiastri we'll pay the price i guess.

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↳ ynln 🫶

↳ lando oh god thank the heavens i thought my ship was gonna sink

oscarpiastri never

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ending was VERY rushed but i'm very sleepy and i have training tmrw so good luck to me </3 i tried smth new with this and i honestly wanna do more works that are just fics but for now this is all i got 😭🙏

tysm for the support on my kimi smau !! im working on another smau (i barely started but i have the plot n everything ready) so maybe it'll be finished in like 4 days bcs im kinda busy over the weekend. anywho that's all hope u liked this and if you didnt pLS LMK HOW I CAN GET BETTER AT WRITING FICS :)

♡ xine

[broadacre]

Continuing our own Machete order rewatch of Star Wars (Andor, Rogue One, IV, V, I, II, III, VI), my sister and I watched Empire Strikes Back and, yeah, it still holds up. Although, after the Battle of Hoth, there's not much Rebellion stuff in it. It's more focused on developing the main characters from the previous film. So, we see Luke's flaws while training with Yoda, Han and Leia's prickly romance, and, Vader ruthlessly choking any incompetent Imperial officer.

Interestingly, without its high command, we also get to see the Empire in its bare bones, just an old guy, his right hand and three ships filled with nervous space nazis. We finally meet the Emperor ("and his name is Palpatine!"), but he's not angry about his Death Star exploding, instead, he gleefully talks about making Luke to join him. This brings to mind a thought I had while watching Andor Season 2, inspired by Carro Rylanz saying the ISB was running a shadow government, not at all false. We do know Palpatine rules the Empire, but actually he doesn't care about the hows and whys, he just wants results (and more power). Of course, he's the big dictator, but, as we saw many times in Andor, all the oppression, racism, colonialism, torture, abuse, genocide, didn't just come from him. It came from the people that chose to do those things. All the moffs, generals, soldiers, etc, the Empire gave them a pass to be evil, and they accepted it.

I think it's important to acknowledge, like in any fascist regime, it's not just one person taking control of everything, they have followers. Like Syril, people that follow their Empire thinking it's righteous, but that somehow fail to see their crimes. Or Tarkin, who knows the Empire is evil and relishes on their acts of destruction.

And then there's Luke. He doesn't support the Empire, but learning Vader is his father, it's a huge blow to his identity. He realizes he's connected to the oppression of the galaxy, and even receives the offer to rule it with Vader. In despair, he lets himself go, choosing death (he doesn't die, but still).

[chaccone-cha0s]

Lost in the Label ~ L.HS pt.12

Pairing: Best friend!Heeseung x F!reader

Trope: Best friends to lovers, College AU, Teasing, bickering, Slowburn

Warnings: Includes cursing, mature themes, blackmailing.

Featuring: Enhypen ot7, Aespa ot4, Jang Wonyoung (Ive), Jeon Jungkook (BTS), Kim Chaewon (Le sserafim)

Synopsis: Heeseung is a constant pain in the ass and does nothing but ruin your life and annoy you. But somehow you feel the need to take care of him and make sure he's okay. This dynamic hasn't changed in over 14 years, but a chain of events changes everything you've ever believed in.

•° `♡` °•

Heeseung and you were going over the dance after he refused to continue without a break. He sat on the floor 'resting' for 20 whole minutes while you grumbled in annoyance.

When you finally managed to get him up the door opened. Your eyes instantly landed on her... Gosh even the sight of her made you want to throw up.

Heeseung tensed beside you, his mind overthinking every little detail.

Chaewon walked past all of you, your friends and Heeseung's friends gave her dirty looks and side eyes. Wasn't she atleast one bit emberrassed?

She walked over to Jungkook smiling like the little angel she pretended to be. The teacher loudly announced that she would be joining the club.

The room went dead silent.

Heeseung's fist tightened. Jungkook senced the tension and awkwardly cleared his throat . "Ni-ki, Chaewon will be your partner. Please teach her the dance."

Ni-ki's eye twitched. He stopped Jungkook by the door. "Can I talk to you in private?"

The two disappeared into the hallway right before Ni-ki gave you a look. Hopefully the dance teacher would understand the situation and kick her the fuck out.

Heeseung's eyes hadn't left her form. You tugged at his sleeve to get his attention. "Eyes on me." You whispered so it was only audible to him. His expression was unreadable.

You continued practicing the choreography, finally moving on to the chorus that included intense partner work and chemistry. Winter turned on the song 'bite me' and played the chorus part.

You started slow, explaining the steps to your best friend as he copied through the mirror. The next part was... questionable?

"So for this next step, I have to place my hands on your neck--"

You stopped mid-sentence at Heeseung's expression. Sunoo and Jay burst out laughing.

"What."

He asked you with wide eyes. Then his hand touched his neck as if to make sure he heard it right. You nodded, a chuckle leaving your lips.

You placed your hands between his neck and shoulders. His gaze lingered down at you for a second before meeting your eyes. You grabbed his right hand and placed it on your waist.

"I have to lean back during this move so don't take your hand off."

Heeseung nodded hesitantly as you executed the move. He held your waist to help you balance but you stumbled to the side. He laughed and caught your arm. The rest of the club members chuckled.

Except for Chaewon.

She stood in the corner, arms crossed and eyes throwing daggers at you two. Well... mostly at you.

When Ni-ki came back he shook his head, indicating that Jungkook had declined kicking Chaewon out. The youngest walked over to you, whispering quietly.

"He said he can't kick someone out in the middle of the semester."

You sighed and nodded. Ni-ki cleared his throat and looked at the new club member. "We can start the dance now." He said as Chaewon approached him.

She didn't spare him a glance, just copied the dance moves with a bored expression. Just being in the same room as her pissed you off.

You and Heeseung resumed the partner dance, getting better and better with each try. At 9pm everyone called it a night. You parted ways with Heeseung in the hallway.

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The next day you and Wonyoung sat together in the kitchen, silently munching on a light breakfast. "This is a weird question, but why do I get the feeling that no one likes Chaewon?"

Wonyoung suddenly spoke up. You stopped chewing, surprised at first. "You'd be right. You should keep your distance from her." You answered, your roommates brows furrowed.

"What did she do?"

"Long story short, She's Heeseung's ex and things ended horribly. Now she's back and still not over him. I bet that's why she joined the club."

Wonyoung's eyes widened. She nodded at your words and headed to class.

You sat in the back of your math class, looking over your notes before the teacher came in. You looked up when someone leaned over your desk.

You scoffed silently as Chaewon sat infront of you, a smile displayed on her lips. You weren't about to fall for that fake shit.

"Hey, so since we're in the same dance club, I was wondering if you could help me learn the choreo."

She said. Your face twisted in disgust, but you hid it well. "Sorry, I'm a bit busy today." You declined as nicely as you could without snapping her in half and turned your attention to your notes.

Chaewon suddenly slid her phone towards you. You mentally groaned, ready to give her a piece of your mind when your eyes landed on the screen.

Your face dropped as you instantly reached for the device. Chaewon snatched it before you, face smug in victory. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" You spat quietly as you pulled her closer by the collar.

Your fingers dug into the fabric, blood boiling in anger. Chaewon chuckled, that same smirk still on her face. "Now will you teach me the dance? Or... I could always release this, the internet would go crazy, No?"

Her words echoed through your mind.

There was no fucking you were letting her post that video. You reluctantly let go of her and nodded. Chaewon smiled before blowing a kiss in your direction.

You were getting fucking blackmailed by her.

Just great.

•° `♡` °•

Heeseung opened the door to the practice room as he, Jay and Jake entered. Their eyes instangly landed on you and.. Chaewon beside you.

Chaewon grabbed you shoulder, leaning in to whisper in your ear. "We're friends now." She roughly let go of you and chuckled like you'd just said something funny.

You returned the gesture with a fake smile, your eyes landed on Heeseung.

Gosh you can't believe you're doing this, but there's really nothing you can do. Chaewon tapped your shoulder, signaling for you to continue.

You carefully repeated the steps, slowly teaching her every detail. Heeseung's face shifted. What the hell were you doing with her?

You quite literaly hated Chaewon more than him, so what's this?

When did you become so close with her?

But more importantly...

Why?

Jake and Jay stood near the door, also confused with the interaction. Jake was about to speak when Jay shook his head and walked towards the locker room.

Heeseung eyed you one last time before getting dragged away by his two friends. The room slowly filled up with club members. Wonyoung furrowed her eyes at you and Chaewon's interaction.

Giselle crossed her arms, a look of disblief plastered on her face. "Is she for real?" She whispered to the other girls. Ningning shrugged and called you over.

"Y/n, come here for a sec."

You stopped dancing and turned to walk towards them. Chaewon followed you. You stopped dead in your tracks and smiled at her. "Do it one more time without me."

The girl's face dropped before lighting up like christmas lights. She nodded, but mentally cursed your sly mouth. You walked over to Ningning and Giselle.

The two girls dragged you to the girls locker room. Karina and Winter followed behind as Wonyoung closed the door behind her. They stood there like detectives ready to interrogate a suspect.

"What?"

You pretended to be confused, trying not to blow your cover. "Don't give me that shit! What the fuck are you doing?" Giselle snapped, she walked over to you, ready to knock some sence into you.

Ningning got in the way. She spoke with genuine concern. "Y/n we just wanna know why you're so nice to Chaewon all of a sudden. I mean come on, It's Chaewon for god's sake."

You rolled your eyes. "I really don't get why I'm getting yelled at. Can I go?"

Giselle's mouth dropped at your audacity. "Oh no you can't. You're not going anywhere without an explanation."

You plopped down on the bench, eyed the rest of the girls. Karina sat beside you, her arm wrapped around your shoulder protectively. "You know you can talk to us about anything right?" She tried reassuring, but frankly them knowing the truth would only aggravate Chaewon.

And who knows what kind of sick ace she had up her sleeve. It was already bad enough that she had that video. You had no choice but to lie to your friends.

"She's not as bad as you all think."

You said, maybe this would convince them.

The room went dead silent. Wonyoung's brows furrowed. "You told me this morning to stay away from her. How is she not as bad as we think?"

"Exactly!! You've hated her for years and now she's suddenly the victim??!" Giselle yelled as you stood up.

"Yeah because she finally told me the truth." You admitted.

The girls' faces shifted in confusion. "What truth?" Winter asked, her eyes not leaving yours.

"That it was Heeseung's fault all along. That's all I'm gonna say." You said and walked towards the door. Ningning was about to grab you when Karina stopped her.

"Let her be alone for a bit."

"But Karina--!"

"You can't pressure her into telling you anything."

The girls sighed and left the room one by one.

All of that was a lie. Just some bullshit you came up with you justify why you were being nice to Chaewon. You couldn't exactly think of anything else in that moment ans basically just shoved your innocent best friend under the bus.

Heeseung didn't deserve any of this, you knew that better than anyone. But now? You had no choice, no seriously...

Maybe, just maybe he won't ask any questions. You could only hope he'd trust you.

•° `♡` °•

And you were right...

Partialy.

Heeseung watched as you exitted the locker room and walked towards him. Your usual smile decorated your lips as you smacked his arm. It felt natural, just like second nature.

But Heeseung knew better

Your smile was different, too tight, too forced.

The smack was just something to distract him from that.

He didn't ask questions. You were too stubborn to give him a straight answer anyway. He wouldn't bother you, not yet...

Heeseung would silently wait, until you came to him and explained everything. And if you didn't...

He didn't want to think about that.

You always came around, always admitted the truth and things went back to normal. Although he couldn't exactly figure out why you were all friendly with Chaewon.

He wondered...

What kind of excuse would you think of?

Ni-ki turned the song on, snapping Heeseung out of his thoughts. You were also distracted, your mind constantly thinking of ways to get yourself out of this mess.

You placed your hands on Heeseung's shoulder and bent backwards. You felt his warm hand hold you tightly, you knew he'd never let you fall.

You made eye contact with him, only to realize his eyes had been on you for a while. His strong gaze burned into you soul, as if he was looking for answers.

Not as if.

He was looking for them.

The song ended and you and Heeseung parted. You sat on the floor, catching your breath.

Chaewon suddenly strode over, all the attention turned to her.

Your best friend eyed her suspisciously, then his eyes landed on you. The girl leaned down to your level, whispering something in your ear infront of everyone.

You burst out laughing as Chaewon's eye twitched. She pretended like she wasn't planning your demise. "You're so funny." You muttered under your breath and walked past her.

Chaewon wasn't going to let that slide.

[parkjihoonswifey]

🐍 anon here!

I was reading a whc ff when I got the idea of “why not have Suho meet someone at the hospital after he wakes up from his coma” a strangers to friends to lovers kind of thought.

Just pure pure fluff cause god he needs everything good to happen to him after whc 1 💔.

(Love your works as always!!)

A/N: my love, my pretty, my 🐍 anon. I've been working so hard on a different blog ( @skzdominate check it out) that I ended up closing requests for this one and not fulfilling anything. when I logged back in and saw my baby requested I knew I had to write this immediately.

p.s Tumblr gave me a content label. thanks a lot guys 🙏🏾

Title: Room 207

Pairings: post coma! suho x sick! reader

Warnings: sickness?? idk

The first thing Suho feels is weightlessness. The second is pain.

Not sharp, but dull and constant — like his body’s been asleep for too long and only now remembers what it means to be alive. The lights are too bright, and the hum of machines too loud. There’s a comforting scent in the air. Clean linens. The faintest trace of flowers.

He’s in a hospital.

His eyes adjust slowly, and he becomes aware of the IV in his arm, the stiff ache behind his eyes, the tug in his chest with every breath. And then, a soft voice, somewhere to his right.

“Oh— You’re awake.”

His head turns sluggishly, and that’s when he sees you.

You're in the chair by the window, blanket over your legs, a nasal cannula tucked under your nose. A paperback book is resting in your lap. You’re not wearing hospital clothes, but your skin is pale, your eyes a little tired. Still, you smile — gentle and real.

“I was wondering when you’d open your eyes,” you say, voice light, like this is normal.

“…Do I know you?” Suho asks, raspier than intended.

You chuckle. “No. I’m in the room next door. They said you might wake up soon, and I figured someone should be here when you did.”

“…Why?”

You shrug. “I don’t like being alone when I wake up. Thought maybe you wouldn’t either.”

It takes a while for it all to register. But even through the haze in his mind, he knows you’re sincere. And for some reason, that truth — that kindness — is the first thing that makes his chest hurt in a different way.

“…Thanks.”

You tilt your head. “What’s your name?”

“Suho,” he says.

You smile again. “I’m Y/N.”

And just like that, something shifts. Quietly, but irrevocably.

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Suho learns things in pieces.

He learns he’s been unconscious for weeks, maybe longer. He learns that the world moved on while he slept, but not too far — the school year hasn’t ended yet, the sun still rises and sets.

He also learns that you're always there.

At first, he thinks it’s coincidence. Maybe you're just passing by, and you wave through the window or knock on the door. But soon it becomes a rhythm—your gentle knock at nine in the morning, your book in hand, your blanket slung over one shoulder.

You never stay long. Sometimes just ten minutes. Sometimes more. But it’s enough.

He finds out you have a chronic lung condition — something you joke about, though it clearly wears on you. You’ve been in and out of hospitals your whole life, and this time’s no different.

“Isn’t it boring?” Suho asks one day. “Sitting with someone who can barely move?”

You raise a brow. “Better than being bored alone. And I like talking to you.”

He wants to say the same. Wants to admit that your presence has become the only part of his days that feels warm. But Suho’s not great with feelings. Not yet.

Instead, he just nods. And you smile, and go back to reading aloud from the book you brought.

Days become weeks.

Suho starts healing — slowly. He’s able to sit up on his own. The scars don’t hurt as badly. And every time you show up, it feels less like chance and more like routine.

You bring puzzles. Movies. Candy you’re not supposed to eat but sneak him anyway.

“You’re kind of a bad influence,” he teases.

You stick out your tongue. “You love it.”

He does.

It’s terrifying how easily your laughter becomes the background music to his recovery.

Sometimes, he finds you asleep in the chair beside his bed, arms curled around a pillow, chest rising and falling too lightly. He wants to wake you, but never does. Instead, he tucks the blanket tighter around you, heart full of something quiet and tender.

He doesn't know what this is — this friendship, this comfort — but it feels like hope.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

One rainy afternoon, you show up with wet hair and a flushed nose.

Suho frowns. “You’re sick. You shouldn’t be out in this weather.”

“I live here, remember?” you sniffle, pulling the blanket up to your chin. “Besides. You’d be bored without me.”

He scowls, but his voice is soft. “You need to take care of yourself.”

You blink, a little stunned by the sincerity. Then, softly, “So do you.”

He doesn’t reply, but his hand drifts toward yours on the bed. His fingers brush against yours — hesitant, unsure.

You intertwine them.

The room is quiet except for the rain tapping the windows and the steady, shared rhythm of your breath.

That night, he can’t sleep.

He keeps thinking about your hand in his. How natural it felt. How scared he is that your smile might disappear when he leaves this place.

The door creaks open sometime after midnight, and your silhouette appears.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you whisper. “Can I stay?”

He nods.

You settle into the chair beside him, blanket and all. He watches you tuck yourself in like it’s your second bed. And it kind of is. You’ve made this place feel like home.

“Suho?” you say after a moment.

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad you woke up.”

He turns his head to look at you. Your eyes are closed, but your words hang in the air like something sacred.

“…Me too.”

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

Your stay is extended.

Something about your lungs not recovering fast enough. Your doctor is cautious. You’re frustrated, but you don’t complain to Suho. Instead, you say, “At least I get to bother you a little longer.”

He doesn’t say it, but he’s relieved.

You both fall into the routine even more deeply now — breakfast in his room, trying to help him walk, movie marathons with one earbud each, inside jokes that no one else would understand.

He even learns how to make those dumb origami cranes you’re obsessed with. Your room fills with them — on your tray table, taped to the wall, tucked under your pillow.

One afternoon, he finds a folded pink one with a small note inside: “thank you for making me laugh again.”

He keeps it under his pillow.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

The shift from strangers to friends was quiet.

The shift from friends to something else is quieter still.

Suho doesn’t even notice it at first — how his heart lifts when you walk in. How he always listens for your voice in the hallway. How the thought of leaving this place without you physically hurts.

He watches the way you tug at your sleeves when you’re nervous. The way you read with your lips moving silently. The way you look at him like he’s not broken at all.

He’s never had someone see him like that before.

And the more time he spends with you, the more he realizes he wants you to see all of him. Not just Suho the patient. Suho the fighter. Suho who made it out. Suho who was himself

Just… Suho.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

The day eventually comes when the doctor tells him he can be discharged.

You smile when he tells you. “That’s amazing.”

He nods, but there’s hesitation in his chest. “…Yeah.”

Your smile falters a little. “You’ll be back at school soon. Back to real life.”

He doesn’t know how to say it — that this felt like real life. That it was the first time he didn’t have to wear armor around someone.

That leaving you feels like the hardest part.

You sit in silence for a while. The air is thick with something unsaid.

“…I’ll miss you,” you say quietly.

His heart cracks and fills all at once.

“I’ll miss you too.”

You reach into your blanket and hand him something. A folded crane, this one made of soft yellow paper.

Inside is a tiny note: “don’t forget me, okay?”

He swallows. “Never.”

Then, bold with the weight of everything he feels, he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. Just once. Gentle. Barely there.

Your eyes widen, but you don’t pull away.

Instead, you smile — so softly he thinks it might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

Three weeks later, he comes back.

He walks down the hallway — stronger now, no IV, slight limp— holding a little paper bag.

He knocks on the door to Room 207, and when you answer, your face lights up.

“Suho?!”

“I brought you the strawberry milk you like.”

You laugh — startled, disbelieving. “You remembered?”

“I remember everything,” he says. Then, more shyly: “I was hoping we could… keep hanging out. Outside this place.”

Your cheeks flush pink. You reach for the milk, then for his hand.

“I’d like that,” you say.

And Suho — the boy who survived fist fights, violence, silence, and grief — realizes this might be the beginning of something even braver than healing:

Love.

A/N: did I break your heart be honest?? requests back open soon when I can push out enough requests now!!

[copepods]

i am once again drawing pictures

[fjordfolk]

puppy fever, might be terminal

[spookythesillyfella]

"You're not ashamed of only doing unnecessary things – far from it, you're proud of it ; you must be feeling GREAT!"

★ alt verzionz under cut :

★ song : "Eh? You're serious? Wait!" – Dobu no Awa

[wisteriaclaw]

The First Spinjitzu Master as The General and The Overlord as The Nowhere King

by which i mean, a being who once was whole splitting itself in two in order to rid itself of evil, only to release a greater evil upon the world. obscuring the truth and rewriting history to paint its grave mistake as the natural order of things

[chiimeramanticore]

waow

[a-shadowedvales]

so… in the additional media of stranger things (specifically the comics i’m mentioning), it was initially brenner’s idea/plan to kill off the other test subjects because they weren’t performing as well as eleven was. it was his best solution because that way, all the resources, time, and money could instead be placed only to her. and i just…. sure henry is a fine character and the massacre makes a lot of sense to me, but i think i am once again gonna change up my canon to actually fit this potential narrative instead.

i genuinely think the comic canon of the lab and brenner is far more intriguing than the show. everything with 9/9.5, ricky, and francine. eleven being the only one who grew up completely in the lab. those other kids were either volunteers, well into their teens, or had some semblance of a home life. eleven was the only one practically moulded from the womb. and they all had such a range of interesting powers. i firmly stand with the idea that jane is the only one who can contact the void.

brenner’s entire point of view on the lab subjects changed the second he found out terry was pregnant. he discovered he could steal this baby and make her his own. there would be no convincing the child because it’s all she would have ever known. because of this, i would not put it past a man like brenner to kill the other subjects for the sake of the “greater good” in this case, eleven.

eleven’s gifts just continue thriving beyond his wildest expectations. brenner would never dare assume that having moulded her from the womb, she would still be able to grow into her own person, her own mind, and one day be able to see him for exactly who he was.

back before season four aired, it was obvious there were other test subjects because jane was 011. so there were at least ten kids before her. but i always liked the idea/assumed that she was the last experiment because she was the most successful. that they didn’t need anyone after her because she was fulfilling everything they set out for her to do. with flying colours.

i just think the whole rainbow room idea, pitting the kids against each other thing… been there, done that. boring and predictable. i think at this point my portrayal of her time in hawkins lab really stems from the complete isolation she endured. where having the rainbow room, although eleven was obviously the most isolated out of the kids, brings that sense of community and sister/brotherhood. albeit extremely warped and toxic. knowing that she wasn’t alone in that experience just. doesn’t sit well with me. i think it’s important to note that she was alone, physically and mentally. which is why kali is also so important to her growth. i thought a lot of the flashbacks of her time in the lab during season four was really boring, repetitive, and just very predictable. although peter becoming vecna was a surprise to me, and was a nice little twist, the idea of her having an ally on the inside was really interesting.

maybe they did get as far as they do in canon, peter ballad was telling the truth about everything, about some of the workers there being prisoners like him, and he really wanted to get her out and to safety. but before they can escape through the pipes, they’re caught. peter is shot on the spot, and eleven is put into the isolation room for a few days as punishment. in this timeline, henry would be vecna, but henry would not be peter ballad.

when eleven turned seven, and was already showing extreme promise, where the other children were average at best, brenner had the eight children killed. kali had already escaped. this was the main cause for peter to gain eleven’s trust and try to get her out. because if brenner could murder his “children” in cold blood, there’s no way eleven was safe even in spite of her power.

when eleven is allowed out of the isolation room, her testing becomes more rigorous in attempt to distance and make her forget about what she attempted to do with peter. brenner begins gaslighting her, saying that there was never a peter, that she must have been dreaming. eleven does ask “papa” about “mama”, given peter told her of the day terry broke in the lab, but brenner is convincing enough to make eleven believe it was all in her head. say she is around eight years old, meaning the same timeline of season fours canon flashbacks.

i still do wanna keep the henry creel canon, and keep him as 001. brenner didn’t have him killed alongside the other test subjects, because who knows, one day he could become an even better asset than 011. brenner definitely wants to be able to control henry, but keeps the chip in him because, for the moment, doesn’t know how. killing him would be too big of a loss.

when eleven is ten years old, henry’s concealed powers break free and he manages to get the chip out himself, and unleashes hell onto hawkins lab. he almost kills brenner by snapping his bones, but eleven manages to stop him. her extreme abilities are unleashed, and she sends henry to the upside down. she does fall into a coma due to the extremity of the situation, but she does not forget what happened. brenner believes she’s the perfect weapon as she stepped in to save him without a second thought, was able to defeat henry, and opened a door to something he never thought possible. eleven is rewarded for her efforts. although she remembers the entire battle / confrontation, her memories regarding the portal are very hazy.

brenner decides not to focus on the portal straight away, instead gets her training harder and harder to see what else she can accomplish. also loved the idea of brenner sending her into the void to “look for him” so that will definitely be kept.

by the time she escapes and season one begins, her knowledge of the upside down is basically what we see in canon. because she passed out the moment after she sent henry away, she was once again gaslighted into believing she merely threw him through the glass and killed him. for two years she believed this, until making contact with the demogorgan, and those memories return completely.

due to her saving brenner’s life, (it was pure instinct. she happened to be there. saw her “papa” hurt and knew she had to make him better.) brenner constantly thanks her. but in a very condescending way. tells her: “you saved me so i can continue saving you.” aka, harness your abilities and see what else i can achieve from you. despite the fact that she saved his life, these words and phrases make her feel indebted to him. that she owes him something further.

i don't realistically see her thriving with her speech improvement until she's well into her twenties at least. her slowed development, sensory and social deprivation causes a serious delay in language. surrounded by other children she would have overheard conversations, some would have spoken to her. her conveniently forgetting her upbringing pre the battle with henry just isn't good enough for me anymore. it makes more sense for her to have been raised alone.

it also helps indicate why she gravitated towards the boys when they found her in the woods. they would have been the first people her age she ever remembered seeing. as far as she knew, during the lab there was no one like her. everyone was much older, they were adults-- although she stayed with benny, i'm not sure if she would have stuck around very long. where she followed the boys home without thought.

also it's important to note that after time, jane does understand that peter ballad was a real person, and was truly the first person (aside from terry) who wanted the best for her. when she remembers him, knows that brenner was lying, she deals with immense guilt regarding his death. he was shot right in front of her eyes, because he was trying to help her. this is another catalyst as to why after season two, jane never refers to brenner as papa. she does not give him that sort of credit.

[danielnelsen]

huh i remember grymforge being really hard to navigate and really frustrating but it’s literally fine lmao. did everything except the actual forge today and that’s all i have left of act 1

[savage-rhi]

🫂

[failsquirrel]

me when i completely switch focus from my original ocs to warrior cats once again.....thinking of doing a story that's partially a warriors rewrite but also it's own thing with different characters

[connormoving]

so close to being done with one step in the larger step in the larger step of the spreadsheet.

i ran out of space in the tags so im continuing them under the cut bc i wasnt finished... and if you let me finish i would of finshed my santance

anyways i have some countries like. the borders r pretty close to irl countries and i have them in my notes as x country but other ones i split them into like. just smaller subregions of the continent based on irl like. regions. like i split africa into . Madagascar + East Africa + Central Africa + Southern Africa + Western Africa + Northern Africa and its referenced off of maps where those r like. the recognized regions (well. madagascar is usually just counted as either east or southern africa but yk). but idk... im worried its a shitty thing 2 do i just dont know what else 2 do with it. maybe i should just use an actual world map instead since im going more realistic with like. the time periods and stuff. IDK i just rly wanna avoid the shit the sims does so much where it lumps a bunch of cultures together like. the chinese world in ts3 world adventures having a torii gate for the icon. -_- yk. the map was kinda superfluous anyway and more judt a way to visualize where the worlds we have were distributed + also was mostly influenced by that one ts4 mod which takes that more simplistic approach but maybe i can just step away from that and just go more realism based Its just hard bc i dont wanna like. lose the more like. silly isnt quite the word (itis kind of but not fully) ig i mean i dont wanna lose the abstraction kind of thing the sims has. but like. I am auite literally making a spreadsheet to get rid of some of the abstraction the sims has so what am i on about. IDK i just have been thinking abt it a lot basically... like sims im already making shit up and locking the sims to like real world history stuff it only makes sense to like. do the same thing with The world and not have it be abstracted. so yes that was a lot of words to say i think im just gonna move to thinking of the sims as living on Basically earth. In my personal the sims palace that ive made up. this is not to say i personally think of the sims as tkaing place on earth or anything ive just decided to do like. Bc this whole thing is basically an au im making anyway like. taking ts3 sims and making them be from the 1950s thats already Not what the game is like. so ill just make it a Realworld sims au. ok yay 👍 thats all sorry for talking sm abt something so pointless and also for not using a SINGLE paragraph break im basically just writing in this like i write in the tags (stream of consciousness) but the tags have the benefit of being naturally split up so yes i dont think anybody is reading this far. when i was little and playing skyward sword for the first time roughly 7-8 years old i got to the like trial on skyloft and i got so scared i smashed the cd so that i wouldnt have to do it . and then i blamed my dog for it. and i did this even tho lamp had JUST started a skyward sword playthru which idk if i knew at the time but i do feel rly guilty abt it. but i was rly scared. ok thats all

[redley-of-many-noodles]

*holding writhing bag of shitty memes*

I GOT THE MORBS, START UP THE GRINDER

[marshadowstea]

okay word vomit to end the day :3

dont read it, this is mine >:[