#but instead ive gotten distracted

[notshphnxx]

this is an old quiz but kinda just occurred to me that it could be good vibes for here...

[sanchoyo]

sapote is officially, as of now (3 days in...) the most attacked chara of mine on art fight. missus worldwide. miss universe. going 2 usurp queen and take this 👑

[connormoving]

wait i just realized i dont have to spend my money on a recreational thing if i dont want to . brooo

[callikari]

THE TUTOR —LEE HEESEUNG ᝰ.ᐟ ˎˊ˗

SYNOPSIS — being a broke college student meant doing whatever it took to survive, even if that meant lying your way into a tutoring gig you weren’t qualified for. when lee heeseung, campus golden boy and star athlete, mistook you for his assigned tutor, you saw an opportunity—he was willing to pay, and you needed the money. easy cash, right? except there was one problem: he was already acing the class. turns out, he just wanted an excuse to spend time with you. now, you’re stuck in a fake tutoring arrangement, trying (and failing) to convince yourself that his dumb little smirks and unnecessary close proximity aren’t affecting you.

PAIRING — lee heeseung x broke-college-student-fem!reader (ft. enhypen, yunjin & eunchae from le sserafim, wonyoung from ive)

GENRE(S) — written, college au, fake tutor au, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, comedy, and slight crack.

WARNING(S) — swearing, broke student struggles, scamming (for survival purposes), heeseung being an annoying flirt, your friends clowning you, lots of academic bullshitting, and mild secondhand embarrassment.

WORDCOUNT — 10k

you had no idea how you ended up in this situation. honestly, you were just a broke college student trying to make some extra cash by tutoring, and now you were stuck in a "mess" of a situation with lee heeseung—campus golden boy, star athlete, and the last person you thought you'd end up spending this much time with.

it all started in the library, where you had been buried under a mountain of textbooks and assignments. you were just minding your own business, trying to squeeze in as much studying as you could before the next exam, when heeseung walked up to you with a confused look on his face.

"hey, are you my tutor?" he asked, looking at you like you were the answer to his prayers.

you blinked. “your tutor?”

“yeah, you’re supposed to help me with my chemistry class, right?” he said, pulling out a crumpled sheet of paper.

the paper had your name on it. assigned tutor.

you looked at him for a long second, unsure how to respond. in that moment, your brain made a split-second decision.

no, this wasn’t right. you weren’t his tutor.

but then again, you were broke. and he was paying.

so, instead of correcting him, you smiled and said, “yep. that’s me.”

heeseung grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “great! let’s get started, then.”

you immediately regretted your decision.

and so, here you were.

heeseung was the "last" person you expected to be in your tutoring group. you knew his type—popular, charismatic, and completely "unbothered" by anything that had to do with studying. you weren’t even sure how he managed to get into college in the first place with his terrible grades.

he sat down across from you, all smiles, like he didn’t have a care in the world. meanwhile, you were scrambling to figure out how to get him to actually pay attention to what you were saying. you’d barely gotten into your lesson before he started yawning.

“is this really necessary?” he asked, his tone light and lazy.

you glanced up, trying your best to suppress a frustrated sigh. “yes, heeseung. chemistry is a requirement for your major.”

he looked at you, completely unfazed. “i’m pretty sure i can just ask my tutor to give me the answers.”

you stared at him, blinking. “i *am* your tutor.”

he smirked. “well, then you’re not doing a very good job.”

you couldn’t help the way your eyebrow twitched at his words. why was this so difficult?

the more you tried to get him focused, the more distracted he became. you found yourself flipping through the textbook and pointing out formulas that made sense to you, while he sat back and played with his pen. his lack of attention was grating on your nerves, but you refused to let him see how annoyed you were.

“heeseung, focus. we need to finish this chapter today,” you said through clenched teeth.

he glanced up at you lazily, a playful grin forming on his lips. “you’re kind of cute when you’re serious.”

you froze. "what?" you couldn’t even process the words. sure, you knew he was a flirt, but hearing him say that made your heart skip a beat. you swallowed, trying to shake it off. this was heeseung, after all. you couldn’t let him get under your skin.

he leaned forward, clearly enjoying how flustered you were. “i’ll try my best, tutor,” he teased, his voice dropping into a teasing tone.

you gave him a tight smile, trying to regain control of the situation. “let’s get to work.”

it was incredible how little heeseung actually knew about chemistry. each time you tried to explain a concept, he’d stare at you like you were speaking a foreign language. but it wasn’t just that—he was charming in the most infuriating way. his innocent questions and half-smiles made you question your focus. you had to admit, the guy was cute, and his charm was practically endless.

“so, like, what does this even do?” he asked, pointing to the periodic table in front of you.

you tried your best to stay professional, keeping your voice as calm as possible. “this is the atomic structure. see, each element has its own number of protons, neutrons, and electrons. you need to understand the structure in order to comprehend chemical reactions.”

heeseung nodded as if he understood, but the amused glint in his eyes told you otherwise. “right, right. so, can we just…skip this and get to the part where you help me ace the exam?” he asked, his grin wide.

“heeseung,” you groaned, rubbing your temples. “we need to understand the basics first. there’s no way you’ll get through the exam without knowing this.”

he just tilted his head to the side, his hair falling perfectly around his face. “but you’re cute when you’re frustrated.”

your eyes widened in disbelief, but you refused to give him the satisfaction. “stop distracting me. focus on the material,” you snapped, though you could feel your face heating up despite your best efforts to remain composed.

it was a constant cycle of distractions, laughter, and trying to drag him back into the lesson. every time you thought you’d made progress, he’d throw you off course with a casual comment or a playful smirk. it felt like you were running in circles.

the more time you spent with heeseung, the more you started to notice things about him. little things. like how he’d always brush his hair out of his eyes when he was concentrating—well, pretending to concentrate, anyway. or how his smile could light up the entire room, even when he was clearly being a little brat.

it was a slow burn, but you were starting to realize that heeseung wasn’t just the charming golden boy you thought he was. yeah, he was annoying as hell, but there was something more beneath the surface. he was smart—really smart, when he put his mind to it. you’d seen it when he actually listened to what you were saying. it was frustrating, to say the least. here you were, trying to keep him focused, but at the same time, you were starting to feel a little… distracted yourself.

“okay, okay,” he said, leaning back in his chair, his hands behind his head in a relaxed posture. “i think i’m getting it.”

“really?” you asked, eyebrows raised. “you understand how to balance chemical equations now?”

he shrugged. “more or less. but honestly, i think i’d understand better if you gave me some extra help.”

you crossed your arms, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. “extra help?” you repeated, your voice a little too sarcastic for your liking.

he leaned forward again, a devilish grin curling on his lips. “yeah. like, you know, help outside of studying. maybe, we could—” he broke off when he saw the look on your face.

“no,” you said flatly.

“aww, come on,” he teased, his grin only widening. “what are you so afraid of?”

you felt your heart skip a beat, but you pushed it down. “nothing. i’m not afraid of anything,” you muttered, turning your attention back to your notes.

he leaned back again, clearly entertained by your reaction. “you know, you’re not as tough as you think.”

you didn’t know if you should laugh or just throw something at him. instead, you went with a fake smile. “don’t flatter yourself.”

he just laughed. “hey, no need to be so harsh. i’m just trying to help.”

“you’re trying to distract me,” you shot back.

“well, it’s working.”

the next time you met with heeseung for tutoring, something felt different. maybe it was the way he greeted you, with a casual “hey, ready to teach me something new today?” or maybe it was the way his usual teasing seemed to have softened. whatever it was, it made you more aware of how much you were starting to look forward to these sessions.

“we’re going over reactions today,” you said, trying to focus. “this is where things get a little trickier, but you can handle it, right?”

heeseung flashed you a grin, already making himself comfortable in his chair. “i’m ready. as long as you’re not as serious as last time.”

you shot him a look. “i’m always serious.”

he winked at you, and you couldn’t help but sigh. “seriously, though, pay attention.”

he was paying attention—or at least, he was pretending to. as you began explaining the basics of chemical reactions, you noticed how he watched you. his usual playful glint in his eyes was still there, but there was something else now—something more sincere. heeseung wasn’t just here to mess around. he was actually trying, and it threw you off.

“so, what happens when—” you stopped mid-sentence, realizing he wasn’t just looking at you but listening.

“when an element reacts with another, the atoms rearrange to form a compound,” he finished for you.

you blinked, surprised. “wait. you actually got that right?”

heeseung leaned back, a smug look on his face. “of course. i’m not a total idiot, you know.”

“well, you’ve been acting like one lately,” you shot back, but even you could hear the hint of affection in your voice.

heeseung’s expression softened, and for a brief moment, the playful energy between you two seemed to fade. “guess I’m not as bad as you thought.”

you weren’t sure how to respond to that, so you focused back on your notes. “let’s just get through this, okay?”

heeseung’s grin returned, but now, there was a sense of warmth behind it. “yeah. we’ll make a great team.”

you weren’t sure why, but those words made your heart race.

the sessions with heeseung weren’t just about chemistry anymore. they were about you and him. the more time you spent with him, the more you realized how much he liked to poke fun at you. but at the same time, he made you feel like you actually mattered. and god, that was frustrating. you were supposed to be the one in control here—not him.

so when he slid into the seat next to you one afternoon, throwing an arm across the back of your chair, you couldn’t help but feel a little too aware of him.

“ready to learn?” he asked, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

you tried to act unaffected, but there was a tightness in your chest that you couldn’t ignore. “we’re not here to talk about my learning skills, heeseung,” you said coolly, flipping open your notes.

he leaned closer, his voice lowering in that teasing way that always seemed to get under your skin. “you know, if you weren’t so good at teaching, i’d probably just be failing by now.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you say that now, but you wouldn’t even be passing if you weren’t such a good student,” you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

heeseung chuckled, clearly unfazed. “oh, so you admit it? i’m actually a great student.”

you let out a dramatic sigh. “don’t flatter yourself.”

he leaned back in his chair with a satisfied grin. “i think you like it when i flatter myself.”

you rolled your eyes. “no, i think you’re insufferable.”

but even as you said it, you couldn’t stop the faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

the silence stretched for a moment, and for once, heeseung didn’t say anything. he just looked at you, like he was trying to figure you out.

you hated how that made your stomach twist.

“you really don’t like me, do you?” he finally asked, his voice quieter than usual.

the question caught you off guard, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond. sure, you hated his teasing and his constant jokes, but something about him made you want to keep going. to keep being with him.

“i don’t know,” you said slowly. “maybe i do. maybe i don’t. you’re a pain.”

heeseung’s grin softened, his eyes narrowing playfully. “i think you like me, just a little.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, but the heat in your cheeks betrayed you. “don’t push your luck.”

he just laughed, clearly enjoying the way he was getting under your skin. “okay, okay. but i know i’m not as bad as you make me out to be.”

you didn’t answer. you couldn’t. because deep down, you knew he was right.

the next few days passed by in a blur, with your study sessions becoming more frequent. heeseung had somehow turned into someone you could tolerate way more than you were comfortable admitting. and yet, you still couldn’t bring yourself to like him completely. not in the way he seemed to want you to.

you were walking through the campus courtyard, lost in your own thoughts when you spotted him across the yard, laughing with a group of people. heeseung was a natural when it came to making friends, effortlessly charismatic and always in the center of attention. you hated how much that bothered you. it wasn’t jealousy, you told yourself. it was just the fact that you hated how easy it came to him.

as you walked past, you caught his eye, and his expression immediately shifted. he excused himself from his friends and jogged over to you, that cocky grin on his face.

“you’re staring at me again,” he teased, his tone light, but you could see the playful glint in his eyes.

you blinked, startled. “i was not.”

he raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. “you were definitely staring at me.”

you cursed inwardly. of course he noticed. “i wasn’t staring. i was just—” you stopped, realizing you had no excuse.

“it’s fine,” he said, a smug look appearing on his face. “i kind of like it when you stare. makes me feel special.”

you shot him a look, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. “don’t get ahead of yourself, heeseung. i was not staring. i just… got distracted. okay?”

heeseung just laughed, a low chuckle that sent a strange warmth flooding your chest. “sure, sure. whatever you say.”

you started walking again, trying to ignore the way your heart was beating a little faster. “i have to get to class,” you muttered, already feeling the awkwardness creeping in.

“i’ll walk with you,” he said, falling into step beside you without waiting for an answer. “might as well since i’m already here.”

“you really don’t take a hint, do you?” you teased, but the smile on your face betrayed your words.

heeseung shrugged casually. “nah, not really. i like to make my own rules.”

“clearly,” you muttered under your breath, still not used to how confident he was. it wasn’t just his charisma—it was the way he seemed so sure of himself around you. it was like he knew exactly what he was doing, and you had no idea how to handle it.

the walk to class was filled with small talk. lighthearted banter, the kind of stuff that made the air between you two feel almost normal—if you could call it that. normal, until he dropped the bombshell.

“so, do you ever think about… us?” he asked, his voice quieter this time, a little more serious than usual.

you stopped in your tracks, your heart racing. “what do you mean?”

heeseung turned to face you, his gaze softening. “i mean… do you think we’re getting along better now?”

you blinked, thrown off by the sudden shift. “i guess? i don’t know. it’s… weird.”

“yeah, i get it. it’s weird for me too,” he admitted, looking down for a moment. then, as if trying to lighten the mood, he added, “but i’m kinda enjoying it.”

you frowned. “enjoying what? our bickering?”

heeseung smirked. “well, yeah. i mean, it’s fun, isn’t it? but… i also like the times when we don’t fight. when it’s just us, talking.”

you were quiet for a moment, your mind racing. could it be? could he really be saying what you thought he was saying?

“heeseung, you’re impossible,” you muttered, though your heart was beating faster now. maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

heeseung stepped closer, that signature cocky grin back on his face. “maybe, but you still like me.”

the following week, your study sessions with heeseung took a sudden turn. instead of the usual quiet library dates, he started dragging you around campus, making you go to random spots to “study.” sometimes it was by the fountain, sometimes near the campus cafe, and once, he even convinced you to sit in the middle of the quad in the grass—in the middle of the day, no less.

“are you sure this is productive?” you asked skeptically, looking around at all the students walking by. the noise was borderline unbearable.

heeseung, however, seemed completely unbothered. he had his headphones in, typing away on his phone, clearly in his own world. “the point of studying is being comfortable. if you’re uncomfortable, you won’t focus. so relax.”

you sighed, dropping your bag onto the grass beside you and following his lead. you hadn’t expected him to turn into this “study guru” who somehow knew all the right ways to study. but maybe it worked. you couldn’t deny that it made you focus better.

“okay, so what are we even doing?” you asked, still unsure how you were supposed to study in the middle of a bustling campus.

heeseung smirked, pulling out a notebook. “well, i figured you could help me with my notes. i’m clearly struggling,” he said with mock sincerity, even though he knew you were the one who had been tutoring him.

you gave him a deadpan look. “struggling, huh? sure. if you say so.”

heeseung flipped the notebook open to a page full of notes and highlighted passages. “help me go over this. i need to make sure i don’t bomb the next quiz.”

as you went over the material with him, you couldn’t help but notice that he was more… attentive than usual. it wasn’t just that he was asking you to explain things. he was genuinely trying to understand. and for once, you weren’t frustrated with him. you found yourself getting lost in the work and even… enjoying the way he listened intently, his focus entirely on what you were saying.

but just as you were getting comfortable, your friend group walked by, and of course, they had to notice you and heeseung sitting together.

“oh, look at this,” yujin teased, clearly amused. “the two study buddies are actually… studying?”

“what are you doing here?” you groaned, trying to hide the slight flush creeping up your neck.

“we’re just passing by,” wonyoung said innocently, but the smirk on her face betrayed her true intentions. she was way too into the idea of you and heeseung spending time together.

“don’t act like you weren’t just checking on us,” heeseung added, eyes twinkling. “you know, we’re not that interesting.”

“oh, we know,” yujin said with a wink. “we just came to make sure you weren’t actually getting along. because we all know you two are at each other’s throats most of the time.”

you groaned, throwing your head back in exasperation. “please, not you guys too.”

wonyoung sat down beside you, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “sooo, tell me, how’s the heeseung tutoring going?” she grinned at you, clearly enjoying the chaos she was about to cause.

you shot her a glare. “heeseung is actually doing fine. for once.” you shot him a quick glance to make sure he wasn’t about to do something dumb.

heeseung, however, seemed unfazed. “yeah, i think i’m doing great. i’m just… naturally brilliant,” he said, giving you a mischievous look.

yujin laughed. “oh, right. naturally brilliant. that’s why you needed help in the first place.”

“you’re one to talk, yujin,” you shot back. “how’s your chemistry grade going, huh?”

wonyoung gave a dramatic gasp. “oh no, not the chemistry card,” she said, making a show of clutching her chest. “you didn’t just do that.”

heeseung grinned. “looks like i’m not the only one who’s got an ego problem.”

you rolled your eyes, but deep down, you couldn’t help but laugh along with them. there was something about being surrounded by your friends, even if they were shamelessly teasing you, that felt… nice.

it wasn’t long before the teasing died down, and your friends eventually decided to go grab some lunch. but before they left, wonyoung gave you a knowing smile. “we’ll leave you two alone. don’t do anything i wouldn’t do!”

“what?” you exclaimed, almost choking on your own laughter.

yujin threw a wink in your direction. “you know exactly what we mean.”

once they were gone, heeseung looked at you with an unreadable expression. “well, that was… something.”

you blinked, feeling the weight of the moment. it was the first time you felt like it was just the two of you—no teasing, no interruptions. just… him.

“yeah, it was,” you said, clearing your throat. “but, uh, we’re still studying. right?”

heeseung nodded, his usual smirk returning. “yeah, yeah. but… maybe later, we can have a proper study date.”

your heart skipped a beat at his words, and for the first time in forever, you didn’t feel the need to push him away. maybe—just maybe—you were starting to like this whole study partnership.

the next day, heeseung texted you a little earlier than usual. it wasn’t a huge surprise—he had developed a habit of doing that, whether it was to talk about studying or to joke around. but this time, the message was different.

heeseung: “hey, i was thinking about how much you need a study break. how about we grab lunch later?”

you: “seriously? i’m not a workaholic like you. i do know how to take breaks.”

heeseung: “i beg to differ. you’ve been glued to those books for hours. i can’t let that happen. lunch at 12?”

you stared at the message for a second. it was true that you’d been spending a little too much time with your nose buried in textbooks, but you hadn’t realized anyone was paying attention to it. you thought for a moment, then typed a response.

you: “fine. you win. lunch it is.”

at lunch, the campus was bustling with students, and as usual, heeseung had picked the most random spot to meet up: the food court. it was packed with people from different clubs and groups, but you didn’t mind it. somehow, even in the chaos, you felt like it was just the two of you. heeseung sat across from you, grinning from ear to ear.

“so, what’s on your mind today?” he asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.

you narrowed your eyes at him. “don’t act like you’re not just using this lunch break to drag me away from studying.”

he chuckled. “okay, okay. maybe i am. but it’s for your own good.”

before you could respond, your friends walked by—yujin, wonyoung, and hong eunchae, all heading toward the smoothie stand.

“oh, look at that,” yujin said loudly. “the lovebirds are having lunch.”

“yujin, shut up,” you groaned, sinking into your seat in embarrassment. “why do you guys always have to tease?”

“it’s fun,” wonyoung said, winking at you both. “you two are adorable. i’m just waiting for the day when you admit you like each other.”

you shot wonyoung a look. “it’s not like that,” you muttered, but even you could hear the slight hesitation in your voice.

heeseung, ever the tease, smirked. “oh? but wouldn’t it be interesting if it was like that?”

your friends took a seat at the table next to yours, but the teasing didn’t stop there. eunchae chimed in, grinning from ear to ear. “oh my god, it’s so obvious. look at the way you two look at each other.”

you groaned and hid your face in your hands, while heeseung, on the other hand, was clearly enjoying this attention.

“we’re literally just studying partners,” you insisted, trying to keep your voice steady.

“uh huh, sure,” wonyoung said, not believing you for a second. “you’re totally just ‘study buddies.’”

heeseung laughed, nudging you playfully. “what, do you think we’re some sort of study machine? we’ve got to eat sometime, you know.”

“that’s not what i’m saying,” you said, trying your best to ignore your blushing cheeks. “it’s not like we have feelings for each other.”

yujin shot you a teasing glance. “whatever you say, y/n. we’ll see about that.”

as the conversation continued, you tried to focus on your lunch, but you couldn’t help feeling a little flustered. your friends were relentless, and you couldn’t escape their teasing. at some point, heeseung nudged you again, this time a little more seriously.

“don’t let them get to you,” he said quietly, his voice soft.

you looked up at him in surprise. “what?”

“i can see how uncomfortable you are. don’t let them mess with your head. we’re just friends. study partners,” he emphasized the words with a wink, making you laugh.

“right,” you said, finally feeling a little better. maybe heeseung wasn’t just teasing. maybe, he actually understood how awkward this whole thing was.

just then, yujin raised her eyebrows. “wait, wait. friends? no, no, no. you two have definitely been spending a little too much time together for it to be just that.”

you sighed and rolled your eyes. “can you all just stop?”

eunchae, still grinning, leaned in a little too close. “oh, but y/n, we can’t. you two are like a soap opera waiting to happen. all this sexual tension is just begging for a plot twist.”

you almost choked on your food, while heeseung, to his credit, just grinned. “you know what they say, though. you can’t fight chemistry.”

“heeseung, shut up,” you said quickly, shaking your head.

the rest of the lunch went on with the teasing, but by the end of it, you couldn’t deny that you were starting to enjoy it. the teasing wasn’t as annoying as it used to be. if anything, it was starting to feel… normal. maybe you were beginning to feel more comfortable with heeseung than you thought.

as you all headed back to campus, you couldn’t shake off the idea of what your friends had said. maybe they were right. maybe there was something more going on between you and heeseung than just studying. but that thought left you with one burning question:

did he feel the same?

after lunch, you tried to shake off your friends’ words, but their teasing lingered in your mind longer than you wanted to admit.

you two are like a soap opera waiting to happen.

all this sexual tension is just begging for a plot twist.

they were just messing with you… right? there was nothing going on between you and heeseung. sure, he had become one of the people you spent the most time with lately, but that didn’t mean anything. it was just studying. and occasional banter. and… him noticing when you needed a break.

ugh. this was so annoying.

before you could spiral further, your phone buzzed with a text.

heeseung: “you free later? study session part 12938?”

you rolled your eyes but smiled.

you: “more like part 20. but yeah, sure.”

heeseung: “great. library, usual spot. i’ll bring snacks. you bring your brain.”

you: “you make it sound like i don’t have one.”

heeseung: “well, you keep denying your obvious crush on me, so i’m starting to wonder.”

you: “EXCUSE ME?”

heeseung: “relax, i’m kidding. unless…?”

you: “don’t even start.”

heeseung: “lmao, see you later, study buddy.”

you groaned, flopping onto your bed. why did he always have to tease you like that? and why did it get under your skin so much?

later that evening, you met heeseung at the library, as planned. as soon as you sat down, he slid a chocolate bar across the table toward you.

“peace offering,” he said with a smirk.

you eyed him suspiciously but unwrapped it anyway. “what are you apologizing for?”

“for making you flustered earlier,” he said casually, flipping open his notebook.

you nearly choked on your chocolate. “i was not flustered.”

he looked up, raising an eyebrow. “sure. whatever helps you sleep at night.”

you glared at him but decided to drop it. you were not giving him the satisfaction of seeing you react. instead, you focused on studying.

for the next hour, you two actually managed to get some work done—well, mostly.

“y/n, you’ve been staring at the same page for five minutes,” heeseung said, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

you blinked. “huh?”

“see? you’re totally distracted. are you thinking about something?” he teased, resting his chin on his hand.

“no,” you said quickly, flipping the page for dramatic effect. “just… taking in the information.”

he smirked. “taking in information or taking in me?”

“heeseung, i swear—”

before you could finish, a voice interrupted.

“oh? is this a date or a study session?”

you turned to see sunghoon and jake standing nearby, both of them looking way too amused.

“neither,” you said flatly. “why are you guys even here?”

“because watching you two is peak entertainment,” jake said, plopping down next to you. “heeseung told us you’d be here, so we figured we’d stop by.”

“of course he did,” you muttered, shooting a glare at heeseung, who only grinned in response.

“so, when’s the wedding?” sunghoon asked, completely serious.

“i hate all of you,” you said, covering your face with your hands.

heeseung chuckled. “c’mon, guys, don’t scare y/n off. they still have to help me pass this class.”

“ah, right,” jake said, nodding. “but after that, you’ll confess, yeah?”

you gaped at him. “why would you assume that?”

sunghoon smirked. “because it’s obvious.”

you groaned. “can we please just study?”

heeseung leaned closer, his voice low so only you could hear. “aw, do i make you nervous?”

you shot him a look. “you wish.”

but the truth was… maybe he did. just a little. and you weren’t sure what to do about that.

for the next few days, you did your best to ignore the way heeseung had somehow weaseled his way into your daily routine. between studying, running into him on campus, and your friends’ constant teasing, it was like the universe was forcing you to acknowledge… whatever this was.

but you weren’t giving in. absolutely not.

until one night, when everything changed.

you were sitting outside your dorm building, scrolling through your phone and attempting to unwind from a long day, when heeseung plopped down next to you, startling you.

“what the hell—”

“hey,” he said, completely unfazed by your reaction. “what are you doing out here alone?”

“thinking about how much better my life would be if you stopped showing up everywhere i go,” you deadpanned.

heeseung clutched his chest dramatically. “ouch. and here i was, about to offer you a ride to the late-night diner.”

you paused. “…there’s a late-night diner?”

he smirked. “yes. and i know you haven’t eaten because i know your study habits by now.”

you rolled your eyes. “so what, you’re my personal meal tracker now?”

he stood up, holding out a hand. “just shut up and come with me.”

against your better judgment, you took his hand.

the diner was small, dimly lit, and surprisingly cozy. the kind of place you could see yourself spending hours in without realizing it. heeseung led you to a booth and, without asking, ordered milkshakes for both of you.

“what if i didn’t want a milkshake?” you challenged.

“please, you love milkshakes,” he shot back.

you narrowed your eyes. “…how do you know that?”

he shrugged. “i pay attention.”

you hated the way your stomach flipped at that.

as the night went on, you found yourself forgetting about your usual arguments. talking with heeseung felt easy—annoying at times, but effortless. he told you stories about his childhood, his dumbest mistakes, and his dreams of doing something meaningful after graduation. you found yourself laughing more than you had in weeks.

and then, as you were finishing your milkshake, he looked at you and said, “y’know, i like this.”

“like what?”

“hanging out with you. without all the arguing.”

you blinked. “you like hanging out with me?”

heeseung scoffed. “wow, don’t look so surprised. i do have a heart.”

“questionable,” you muttered, though you felt your face heat up.

he grinned. “but seriously. this is nice.”

you hesitated before nodding. “…yeah. it is.”

there was a beat of silence. then, because you apparently hated peace, you blurted, “but you’re still annoying.”

heeseung laughed, shaking his head. “god, you’re impossible.”

but he didn’t let go of the straw he had been absentmindedly playing with. and neither did you.

you didn’t know what was more shocking: the fact that you willingly spent an entire night with heeseung without plotting his downfall, or the fact that you actually enjoyed it.

either way, you refused to dwell on it.

the next morning, you convinced yourself it was just the exhaustion talking. a momentary lapse in judgment. surely, once you saw him again, he’d go right back to being the most irritating person on campus.

except… he didn’t.

instead, you found yourself sitting next to him in class, sharing your notes like it was the most natural thing in the world. instead of snide remarks, he shot you small, amused glances when you got frustrated over an assignment. instead of ignoring each other in the library, he casually placed an extra coffee next to your laptop, muttering, “you looked half-dead, figured you needed this.”

and instead of feeling annoyed, you felt… something else. something dangerous.

“you’ve been real quiet lately,” jay commented as he sat across from you in the student lounge.

you blinked up at him. “what?”

“you and heeseung. where’s all the fighting? the dramatic, public arguments? i feel like i’m watching the downfall of an iconic rivalry.”

you scoffed. “don’t be ridiculous. we still argue.”

jay raised an eyebrow. “really? because from what i’ve seen, you guys are, like… flirting now.”

you nearly choked on your drink. “excuse me? flirting?”

“yeah. all the ‘oh my god, you’re so annoying’ and ‘ugh, i hate you’ shit?” jay smirked. “that’s flirting.”

“fuck off,” you muttered, kicking his shin under the table.

jay yelped, but his grin didn’t waver. “hey, i’m just saying—if you ever need a best man at the wedding, i’m available.”

“i’m going to kill you.”

“damn, first-degree murder? sounds like love to me.”

before you could launch a full-blown attack, your phone buzzed. you glanced at the screen. heeseung.

heeseung [1:07 PM]: library in 10? i found something that might help with your paper

you stared at the message a little too long.

jay leaned over, reading it before you could stop him. “oh my god.”

“shut up,” you snapped, standing up so fast your chair scraped against the floor.

jay watched you with an infuriatingly smug expression. “you’re so fucked.”

you flipped him off before walking away.

the library was quiet when you arrived, but you spotted heeseung immediately. he was leaning back in his chair, one hand flipping through a book, the other twirling a pen between his fingers.

you hesitated before walking over. “hey.”

he glanced up, smiling slightly. “you’re late.”

“by two minutes.”

“yeah. unacceptable.”

you rolled your eyes, plopping into the chair across from him. “you said you found something for my paper?”

he slid a book toward you. “this has a whole section on your topic. figured it might save you some time.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you’re being suspiciously helpful.”

“don’t get used to it,” he teased. “i like seeing you suffer, but i love proving that i’m smarter than you.”

“asshole,” you muttered, but there was no heat behind it.

heeseung just grinned.

and maybe jay was right. maybe you were so fucked.

if someone had told you six months ago that you’d willingly spend your free time with lee heeseung, you would’ve laughed in their face. maybe even fought them. but now? now you were waiting for him outside the library, scrolling mindlessly through your phone while he finished up an assignment.

this was getting out of hand.

"hey.”

you looked up to see heeseung walking toward you, backpack slung over one shoulder.

“took you long enough,” you muttered, shoving your phone into your pocket.

“relax, i was being productive,” he said, smirking. “you should try it sometime.”

“fuck you.”

“you wish.”

you scoffed, ignoring the way your stomach flipped at his words.

heeseung fell into step beside you as you both started heading toward the dining hall. this was becoming a weird habit—getting food together, studying together, exchanging notes without bickering. it was normal. and that was the problem.

you had no idea when the rivalry had started to feel less like a battle and more like an excuse to talk to him.

you shook the thought away.

“you’re spacing out,” heeseung said, nudging your shoulder.

you shot him a glare. “am not.”

“are too.”

“i hate you.”

heeseung grinned. “no, you don’t.”

before you could argue, a voice called out.

“ohhh, what’s this?”

you both turned to see sunghoon, jake, and jungwon standing a few feet away, watching with matching expressions of mischief.

jake gasped dramatically. “is this civil conversation i’m witnessing?”

“no way,” jungwon added. “they’re walking together without trying to kill each other.”

sunghoon grinned. “i knew all that tension wasn’t just hatred.”

you groaned, rubbing your temples. “you guys are so fucking annoying.”

heeseung just sighed. “let’s go before they start a conspiracy theory.”

but it was too late, jake had already pulled out his phone.

“this is groundbreaking,” he said, pretending to type. “i need to update the gc.”

you groaned. “jake, i swear to god—”

heeseung, on the other hand, didn’t seem phased. “you guys need a hobby.”

“this is our hobby,” jungwon said smugly.

“oh, absolutely,” sunghoon agreed. “we live for drama.”

you shot heeseung a look, but he just sighed and grabbed your wrist. “come on.”

you barely had time to process the sudden contact before he was tugging you away, leaving the three of them cackling behind you.

he didn’t let go until you reached the dining hall.

you cleared your throat, trying to ignore the way your skin still tingled where he’d touched you. “well. that was mortifying.”

“they’re insufferable,” heeseung muttered.

“and yet, they have a point.”

he glanced at you. “which is?”

you hesitated. were you really about to bring this up?

fuck it.

“this whole thing,” you said, gesturing vaguely between you two. “it’s not… normal.”

heeseung raised an eyebrow. “what, us not wanting to kill each other?”

“yes! i mean—no! i mean…” you exhaled sharply. “don’t you think it’s weird? one minute we’re at each other’s throats, and now we’re just—”

“friends?” he offered.

your stomach twisted. you didn’t like that word. not because it wasn’t true, but because it didn’t feel like the whole truth.

“sure,” you said weakly. “friends.”

heeseung studied you for a moment, something unreadable in his expression.

then he said, “well, that’s boring.”

you blinked. “what?”

“friends?” he repeated, tilting his head. “that’s so underwhelming.”

your heart stuttered. “what—what do you mean?”

heeseung smirked. “i mean, we could be so much more interesting than that.”

you stared at him. your brain was short-circuiting.

he took a step closer, and suddenly, the space between you felt way too small. “unless… you’re scared?”

your breath hitched. “scared?”

heeseung leaned in slightly, voice dropping. “of what this could be.”

your brain stalled.

“scared?” you echoed. “of what this could be?”

heeseung just looked at you, waiting.

you let out a breathless laugh. “oh, please. do you even hear yourself?”

“perfectly,” he said, still smirking.

“you’re joking.”

“am i?”

you crossed your arms. “yes. obviously.”

heeseung tilted his head, like he was considering something. “huh.”

“what?”

“nothing. just… i didn’t think you’d be so dense.”

your jaw dropped. “excuse me?”

he shrugged. “i thought it was pretty obvious. i like you.”

your stomach flipped. your heart flipped. but your brain? your brain was malfunctioning.

you narrowed your eyes. “okay, very funny.”

“i’m not joking.”

“yes, you are.”

heeseung sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “why would i joke about this?”

“because this is what we do!” you gestured between you. “we mess with each other, we push each other’s buttons—this is just another game to you.”

heeseung exhaled sharply. “jesus, you really don’t get it.”

you frowned. “what is there to get?”

he gave you a look. “the fact that i genuinely like you, dumbass.”

your breath caught in your throat.

heeseung shook his head, almost frustrated. “do you think i’d just say this for fun? you piss me off like no one else, but you’re also the only person i actually want to be around. figure that out.”

you stared at him.

heeseung liked you. like, for real. like, not as a joke.

and you… you had spent the past five minutes laughing in his face.

fuck.

you were malfunctioning. actually, no—you were buffering. like a shitty internet connection that couldn’t load the page properly.

heeseung liked you. and instead of responding like a normal person, you had laughed in his face.

“heeseung,” you started, trying to find something to say. “i—”

“forget it.”

your stomach dropped. “wait, what?”

heeseung sighed, running a hand down his face. “look, if you don’t feel the same way, just say it. but don’t act like i’m joking just because you don’t want to deal with it.”

your throat went dry. “that’s not—”

“then what is it?”

he sounded tired. like he had finally run out of patience.

and it hit you, all at once.

you had spent so much time convincing yourself that this thing between you two was just rivalry—just banter and competition and winning—that you had completely ignored everything else.

how your heart always raced around him. how you always looked for him in a crowded room. how his approval meant way too much, how his insults stung just a little more, how he made you feel alive in a way no one else did.

you had been so sure that he was messing with you. because the alternative? the idea that he meant it? that was terrifying.

but now…

now you could see the way his shoulders were tense, like he was bracing himself. the way his hands were curled into fists, like he was trying to hold something in.

he wasn’t playing around.

he never was.

“heeseung,” you said, voice quieter now.

he didn’t say anything.

you took a step closer. “i’m sorry.”

his jaw tightened. “for what?”

“for acting like an idiot,” you admitted. “and for not realizing sooner.”

his eyes flicked up to yours, searching. “realizing what?”

you swallowed. “that i like you too.”

the words felt big. heavier than you expected. but at the same time, saying them felt like a weight lifting—like something settling into place.

heeseung blinked. his whole body went still.

then he exhaled a laugh, running a hand through his hair. “you are so fucking annoying.”

you rolled your eyes. “jesus, thank you, i was really hoping for that to be your first response—”

before you could finish, heeseung grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him, crashing his lips against yours.

it took you half a second to catch up, but once you did, you kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers tangling in his hoodie.

heeseung smiled against your lips. “took you long enough.”

you huffed. “shut up.”

he hummed, pulling back just enough to look at you. “make me.”

AUTHORS NOTE: wait i lowkey hate this IM SORRY IF ITS BAD

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[povlnfour]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ CRASH LANDING (LN4)

pairing: lando norris x f!reader

summary: lando accidentally hits a stranger with his car — the internet can’t stop referring to it as a meet cute. (un)fortunately for lando, mclaren agree.

genre: comedy, fluffy

authors note: a continuation of the ending to beached! you don’t need to have read that to understand this, however it will give some insight to the mclaren matchmaker jokes <3 also in light of that, this is set a few races in the future! *oscarsgf user refers to the character in beached!

*faceclaim: keeahwah on ig (but please imagine her as you see fit!)

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user you are so unserious sir

user SOOOO IS THAT THE GIRL HE HIT BC

user no clue but she’s CUTE

oscarpiastri @/fia look here

landonorris i will literally remind your girlfriend of your murder attempts when you first met

user it’s giving meet cute

user i’d read a fic on it

yourusername you literally drove off BEFORE I WAS EVEN IN THE CAR

landonorris IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I WAS DISTRACTED

user ASSUMING THIS IS HER???

user @/user CLICKING ON HER ACCOUNT IT DEFINITELY IS

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yourusername monaco recap🇲🇨 successfully didn’t get hit by too many cars!

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user AS IF LANDO HIT THE HOTTEST PERSON IVE EVER SEEN

user nah this is actually a full meet cute i’m sorry this is the shit you see in romcoms

bestfriend still can’t believe you didn’t take compensation but accepted a lunch date instead

yourusername can you blame me

user @/yourusername oh girl no one can you are so real for that

friend1 wait till everyone finds out you’re only there for another 4 days

user WHAT. i can’t have them separated already😶

user parasocial relationship with lando ended y/n is my new idol now

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photo 2: :D

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yourusername final days in heaven. i’ll miss so much about this place

👤 tagged bestfriend, landonorris

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user wait she doesn’t live in monaco?? she’s leaving??? just after i’ve gotten attached to her and lando???

bestfriend please come back to visit asap i cannot go too long without my y/n cuddles

landonorris seconded

user um lando sir,,, seconded the whole thing? cuddles included?

user this cannot be the end of the meet cute i refuse to

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landonorris safe to say i’ve had a pretty good break between races

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user a whole post dedicated to her with THAT caption? oh yep they’re whipped

user please tell me y’all are going to stay in contact?

user my heart is shattering already

mclaren 🧡

user MCLAREN PLEASE YOU’VE DONE IT ONCE BEFORE

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o: safe to say you’ve had a pretty interesting break before this race

l: hey let me remind you what happened for you over winter break!

o: okay but i didn’t literally hit my girlfriend with my car!

l: oh so you finally asked her out officially?

o: stop deflecting!

l: okay okay! yeah safe to say i had a nice time. always need a bit of a change in life!

o: so how are things going now?

l: (awkwardly) well you know how it’s… yeah

o: ah i get it. quite literally been there done that got the t shirt. but hey you did say all that when i got my big moment about mclaren—

l: no no no don’t give them any ideas! they’re listening!]

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mclaren the boys are back! don’t forget to check out the new interview on our channel where lando and oscar talk all things hopes for the second half of the season, workouts and… girls?

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user mclaren. mclaren look at me. you know what you have to do

mclaren 👀

user when oscar asked him about y/n… i wanted to cry he looked so sad are things over between them?

oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri you’re such a gossip

oscarpiastri you love me for it

oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri you know what i’m thinking?

oscarpiastri @/oscarsgf plotting?

oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri plotting!

user what on earth is going on…

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user you are so ! gorgeous !

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oscarsgf pretty girl!!!

yourusername oh?!? thank u cutie!!!

user ^ oh their plotting is in progress???

mclaren you’d look good in orange👀🧡

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user WHO IS THE GIRL

user IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS

user PLEASE TELL ME THATS Y/N

user LOOK AT HER STORIES ITS DEFINITELY HER

user SOMEONE WHO IS THERE KEEP US UPDATED PLEASE

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yourusername i don’t know guys, do you think he’s cute?

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user OH MY GOD FINALLY

landonorris i will hit you with my car again

yourusername is that a challenge mr. norris?

landonorris @/yourusername oh you better run fast

yourusername @/landonorris well duh cause you don’t know how to do the speed limit

user i love them. i love them so much.

oscarsgf omg can we force the boys to do mclaren double dates

landonorris leave this comment section now

yourusername @/landonorris too late we’re already texting

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landonorris we are successful victims of mclarens matchmaking services

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user THEYVE DONE IT AGAINNN

user new fav couple fr

oscarpiastri oh how quickly you all forget me

user @/oscarpiastri WE COULD NEVER

user clearly i need to work for mclaren to get a cute gf

oscarpiastri @/oscarsgf is the second photo giving you flashbacks as well

oscarsgf they’re stealing our thing

yourusername thank you for posting the nice park date photo of me

landonorris well in all the others you’re mid cartwheel

mclaren glad to be of service🧡 anyone else? @/patriciooward how are you doing?

landonorris i’m gonna stop you right there

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a/n: WELL. hello friends. i said i wasn’t gonna post a one shot for a while, then this happened. i just hope its up to standard! i’m a little rusty in my writing considering everything!

in regards to new works, gonna be working on getting my wips out soon, and maybe popping some new smaus out at the same time as they’re easy and quick-ish for me to work on considering everything going on! do forgive me if i do some random family orientated stuff — pregnancy hormones are giving me baby fever for everything (is it still baby fever if you’re having a baby?)

let me know your thoughts in the comments/reblogs/asks — i’ve missed talking to you all sm! i have anon emojis available if people wanna chat too🤍

for the first time in a very long time,,, love, giselle xx

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[daddyfordaeddy]

me devorer, tremee dans le sang [ateez ot8]

⟣ pairing: vampire clan! ateez x f! reader

⟣ genre: vampire au, smut, e for explicit

⟣ warnings: consumption of alcohol, mentions of blood, cursing !! smut warnings under cut

⟣ word count: 2464

⟣ summary: at the annual blood ball, hands wander and blood is spilt. but you have the honour of meeting the hosts of the major event.

⟣ written for a castlevania collab with the lovely sanjoongie [hongjoong & mingi], mingsolo [seonghwa & yunho], potatomountain [jongho & yeosang], flurrys-creativity [wooyoung] <3 enjoy! ive never written an orgy before and im pretty sure its ass but i hope u like it anyway lol

i also may have gotten carried away with wooyoung but mom i love him

smut warning: oral (m & f), vaginal sex, fondling, groping (consensual), biting, marking, blood play (not gorey), dirty talk, alcohol consumption during sex (theyre not drunk (on wine) and its consenual. they dont drink a lot and its only mentioned once), felching - if im missing anything else lmk!

The sound of wet noises fill the mansion, whispers and quiet conversations filtering through the obscene noises. In every corner, the smell of blood is prevalent, hands roaming over bodies. There’s a lustful haze in the room, as there always is during the annual blood ball hosted by the ancient Hala clan, the oldest vampire clan in the region.

Vampires from all over the country—and even some travelling from abroad—all flock to this event, eager to participate in the celebration of the first blood moon of the year. It is a night of celebration, of feeding off each other, of reaching a high, and the most important part…of intimacy.

—

Hands roam over your body as you moan into the mouth of one of the hosts, Mingi. His cold hands grip your sides, his thumbs pressing into your ribs as you helplessly try to ride his clothed thigh. Gazes from all around the room rest on you, and you find it vaguely awkward to be the only one unclothed, but Mingi does a good job distracting you from lidded eyes.

You’re the lucky guest chosen to entertain the clan leaders, and you’re already overwhelmed by the pleasure. Bite marks from all eight of the vampires surrounding you litter your body, on your chest, your neck, most of them gathering on your thighs. You aren’t the only marked vampire, though. Mingi shares the same red marks on his neck, lips, and even his pretty fingertips. His blood coursing through your veins makes your eyes roll back in your head as you moan into his mouth.

“I think we’ve done quite enough now,” Mingi groans into your mouth, his rough, honeyed voice making you still your hips. “Come, esteemed guest, why don’t you show your appreciation?”

At his prompting, you slide down to come face to face with his crotch. Carefully, with gentle fingers, you pull down his pants, letting his half-hard cock spring, bobbing against his stomach and dribbling pre-cum. You can’t keep your eyes off it, even as you lower your head to press kisses and nips to the skin of his thighs.

Mingi groans, a rumble in his throat at the sensations. “Don’t tease,” he commands, although there is a lilt of a whine to his voice. His hand works its way through your hair, gripping the strands and tugging, guiding your face closer to his dripping cock.

Instead of gracing him with a response, you lean forward, pressing your lips against the velvet head, before slowly enveloping the tip in your mouth. A long groan escapes Mingi as he throws his head back at the feeling of your warm mouth on his member. His hand in your hair tightens as his cock twitches in your mouth, spilling more sticky pre-cum down your throat.

You’re too focused on sucking Mingi’s cock, you don’t realise how close the other vampires have gotten until you feel cold hands roaming all over your body. As they grab at your flesh, you can’t help but to moan, sending vibrations down the dick in your throat. “Shit!” Mingi exclaims, his grip almost painful in your hair as he pulls you even further down his throbbing cock as he reaches his orgasm. Come shoots down your throat, slightly sweet, and as you pull off, it sticks to your lips and slides down his length. Unable to resist, you lean in to nip at his thighs until you break skin, eyes rolling back in your head as his sweet blood mixes with his come.

The hands are still roaming all over your body, pinching at your flesh and massaging your ass. They wrap themselves around your shoulders and lift your torso up until you’re sitting back on your knees, looking up at the other seven men surrounding you with obvious hard-ons.

One of them, Seonghwa, strides forward, reaching out and grabbing your jaw until your mouth parts involuntarily. “So pretty, hmm?” he hums, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Are you going to keep that pretty mouth open so we can paint you with our come?”

Eagerly, you nod your head, tongue lolling out. Hands reach out to grab at your flesh, pulling you this way and that like a ragdoll until you’re sandwiched between bodies. He leans in, pressing his lips against yours in a quick kiss before standing straight and stroking his cock, offering the length to you.

Happily, you open your mouth wide and let him guide his dick into your throat, drinking in the breathy moans that leave his mouth. His hands find their way to your hair, pulling you closer to his stomach, making you gag on his cock. The way he just uses you makes something in his gaze burn deliciously, and it doesn’t take long for him to hold your head down as he comes down your throat.

As he pulls out, he bites into his hand and offers the blood pulsing to you. Without any hesitation, you latch on, licking at the wound and your eyes roll back as ecstasy hits you. You can’t even really see what’s going on around you, the hosts surrounding you and making you feel dizzy with their presence and overwhelming aura.

Hongjoong’s face is in front of yours, leaning in closer and closer until he slots his mouth against yours. The kiss is brief, Hongjoong quickly pulling away and straightening up only to rest the head of his cock against your lips. “Come on, pretty,” he hums low in his throat. “Why don’t you put your mouth to use?”

Instead of gracing him with a response, you lean forward slightly to take him into your mouth. The taste of his precum floods your mouth, but it just serves to make you wetter. Your eyes flutter shut as you work your mouth around his length but a hand tugging at your hair causes your eyes to fly open again.

“Keep your gaze on us, esteemed guest. We wouldn’t want you to miss the show,” you hear Yunho’s gravelly voice near your ear as his large hands grasp your waist, squeezing at the flesh. Without warning, his teeth sink into your neck and you can’t help but squirm at the burning sensation of his venom flowing through your veins.

Yunho moans into your neck as your jerky movements have you pressing against his cock. ‘Hold still, pretty,” he murmurs before pressing his cock into your waiting cunt. The sudden feeling of being filled makes you groan, hands scrambling for purchase on Hongjoong’s thighs. Each time you whine or moan around his cock, you can feel it twitch inside of your mouth from the vibrations. His brows are furrowed as his gaze is focused on you intensely.

As Yunho continues thrusting into your wet heat, your mouth slows. “Don’t stop yourself on account of me, esteemed guest,” Yunho teases, reaching over to grab the back of your neck, pushing your head down further onto Hongjoong’s dick. This time, Hongjoong is the one to choke at the sensation of your throat tightening around him and he comes with a drawn-out groan.

The salty taste of his come floods your mouth, but just as quickly as it entered, he pulls out. After a quick pap to your cheek, a new presence moves to sit in front of you, a hard cock already waiting for your attention. “Hello, darling,” San hums, a smile pulling at his cheeks and dimples on full display. “How are we feeling?”

You whine as your response, but all San does is raise an eyebrow and grab your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes properly. “Good, good, please, please,” you beg, not fully coherent enough to give him a full answer.

A delighted giggle leaves San’s mouth as he leans forward to press his lips against yours in a short kiss, his teeth scraping against your lower lip. His hands glide down your body, pulling at your thighs until your legs inch open enough for him to settle down in between him. He grinds his hips against your crotch, eliciting whines out of your mouth, swallowing each noise you make eagerly.

His cock is pressed against your stomach, and you can feel every twitch against your flesh. “San–” you gasp into his mouth, and it almost feels like his length becomes even harder.

“Come on, say my name, pretty,” San huffs, his breath warm and lips eager. “How much do you want me?”

“Stop teasing the poor guest,” Yunho groans, his hips stilling as he finds his release in your hot cunt, leaning down to bite into your neck and lick away the sting of pain. “She still has four others to service.”

As he pulls out, leaving globs of his release dripping down your thighs, San moves to sit behind you, pulling you into his chest as he slips his cock into your well used cunt. He sighs happily, leaning down to press his lips over the bite mark Yunho left, lapping up the blood beading.

Yeosang greets you quietly with a smile on his ethereal face as he steps closer. Happily, you reach out to grasp his cock, pressing your lips to the lip and looking up at him right before you envelop the head of his dick into your mouth. His perfect lips open slightly in a silent groan at the feeling of you lapping at his veiny length.

Both San and Yeosang are gentle, a welcomed break from the rough fucking you had been receiving up until now, and you let your body relax as you continue to get lost in the haze of being fed from. Their hands play with your hair, brush against your skin, grasp at your flesh, and you’re swallowed up by all the sensations surrounding you.

“You’re so good for us,” Yeosang praises through shuddering breaths as he reaches his high, filling your mouth and throat with his come as San chuckles at the whine escaping your mouth. When he pulls out, Yeosang leans down, licking and nipping at your lips until you can taste the copper taste of blood. Your eyes roll back and your cunt clenches around San’s thickness as you come for the first time of the night.

“Good girl,” San hums, leaning in to pepper kisses against your jawline, his hands moving up to cup your breasts. With every slow thrust, his breaths become heavier until he finally reaches his peak as well, filling you with searing come.

You’re granted a minute to catch your breath, gladly taking the glass of wine offered to you by Jongho’s warm hand. When the haze settles over your brain again, you look up at the two remaining vampires. Everyone else has trickled out of the room to mingle again, and the three of you are the only ones left.

Jongho steps forward, chuckling at the sight. “Gonna sit still and let me fuck your throat?” You nod eagerly, letting your mouth drop open willingly as he shuffles forward, pushing his cock into your mouth. He’s girthy, thick, and so fucking good. The ache in your jaw is welcomed as your eyes unfocus and all you can think about is sucking dick.

You’re so out of it you almost don’t notice the other host coming around to stroke your hair. Your eyes slide over to see his smiling face out of the corner of your vision and you whine, hoping he’ll fuck you as well.

Jongho chuckles, his hands cupping your cheek and settling at the base of your throat. “I think she wants you to fuck her too.”

Wooyoung can’t help but smile fondly as he leans down to press a kiss to your temple, letting his teeth scrape gently against your skin. “Then she’s gonna have to learn a little patience, no? I promise I’ll treat her well when it’s time.”

You can’t help the pout from forming the best it can around Jongho’s cock, and both vampires coo at the sight. “Aw, sweetie is just so needy, huh?” Jongho teases, thrusting a little harder just to hear the obscenely wet sounds of your mouth getting fucked. “And yet your mouth is still so fucking good.”

His thrusts become more and more erratic, just chasing his own pleasure, and yet it still makes your cunt drip.

“Do you want an extra treat?” Jongho asks, although he doesn’t wait for an answer from Wooyoung before he gently prods you to lay onto your back and presses the head of his cock against your fluttering hole, painting your folds and walls with come. “I’ll see you back out on the floor, sweets,” he winks at you, although you can barely process what he’s saying.

You’re in the middle of catching your breath when a sudden press of fingers against your hole makes your hips buck and a gasp rips its way out of your throat. “I hope you didn’t forget about me, honey,” Wooyoung smiles up at you from where he lays right between your legs. “Like I said, I still have to treat you.”

Before waiting for your response, he leans down and presses the flat of his tongue against your pussy, licking into you and tasting all the come from the others still stuffed in your cunt. Your legs twitch, but it doesn’t bother Wooyoung just grabbing your thighs and holding them in place without flinching.

He works his tongue into your clenching hole, his nose pressing against your clit and making you whine and moan. You think you might lose your mind if he keeps this up any longer, and yet his ministrations don’t stop.

It’s when he tilts his head to bite into the soft flesh of your thigh while shoving two fingers into your cunt and pressing against your sensitive spot that you feel the tension in your gut snap and you moan out loud, back arching and hips stuttering. Your head is thrown back and your hands come down to grip at Wooyoung’s hair.

It takes a moment for you to regain your senses about you, body shuddering as your eyes fight to focus. When you finally become a bit more aware, Wooyoung’s face is mere inches from yours as he smiles at you, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“Doing okay? There was a lot of blood exchanged, do you think you want to sleep it off?” Although his eyes sparkle mischievously, his voice is sincere. “You can take all the time you need.”

You nod, and Wooyoung reaches out to fix your hair when you lift your arm to grab his wrist. “Will you sit with me for a little?”

A laugh resounds, straight from Wooyoung’s chest, but he sits by you, the bed dipping. “Your wish is my command.”

[arienic]

GENE x FEM!READER - not my best work but ive sunken back into the aphmau fandom and i wanted to get something out, so here u go!

warnings: infidelity, zenix slander (i love him i promise), maybe ooc gene??

You tilt your face away, laughing. "You're fucking joking."

Your boyfriend — your ex boyfriend now — frowns at you from across the table. "Look, I'm sorry but — I met her four months ago and — I don't know, she just gets me —"

"Oh, shut the fuck up," you snap, then leap up and grab your things. "Save it for someone who gives a shit."

He has the gall to look offended. Him, offended! You roll your eyes as he splutters out an "Excuse me?"

"So fucking long, asshat," is the last thing you say before you're out the diner door.

You hear his shouts from behind you, so loud that even when you're across the parking lot and by your car, the echoes still chase you down the pavement. Fucking lunatic, you think bitterly, unlocking your car and throwing your things onto the passenger seat. After you clamber in, you're tempted to slam the door closed.

It's only when you've settled into the leather, hands braced against the steering wheel that it hits you.

My boyfriend cheated on me. He cheated.

Holy fuck. What the fuck. He cheated.

You wish you'd screamed at him a little more. You wish you'd ordered a little more, wish you'd left him more than twenty-seven dollars poorer at that ugly red booth. You wish you'd maybe thrown your water at him and had his ugly-ass face sopping wet, frozen in shock.

(But then you start wishing that you'd tried a little harder.)

Last week, when you'd both gone to the mall. You should've suggested the movies, instead of just dragging him around the shops and talking his ear off. Or the other day, during lunch. You should've taken his hand in yours on the walk back home and leaned on his shoulder. It could've been fine — perfectly fine — if you'd only tried a little harder. You could've kept him. If you hadn't gotten so distant all those months ago, maybe he wouldn't have been tempted to run into another girl's arms. Maybe he wouldn't have continued returning to her. Maybe he wouldn't have kissed her, loved her — preferred her over you.

Maybe he would've stayed.

You take a deep breath, gripping the wheel harder. No, you tell yourself, not now. You need to — to — (a glimpse of him, rushing out the dinner and catching sight of you in your car — his shadow against the golden lighting from inside) — you need to get out of here.

Another deep breath. The keys into the ignition — enter, twist — and the car starts. Your mind whirls. But where, it asks, where do we —

There's a name that jerks to the forefront. Jagged, sharp, tapering off at the ends like cigarette smoke — but still so comforting.

Gene, it spells, and you step on the gas.

"I'm telling you, Sasha, it's not like that," Gene groans, spinning one of his dozen silver rings round the stained coffee table.

"Whateeeever you say." Sasha's drawl crackles from his phone speaker, propped up on a spare coffee mug. Her sharp, violet eyes manage to dig into his soul even through the barriers of Facetime and a cracked screen protector. "You're obvious as fuck, though."

He rolls his eyes, flipping the ring into the air. "There's nothing to be 'obvious as fuck' about."

"Even Zenix has noticed."

Gene pauses, and reaches out for the falling jewelry a moment too late — he's fumbling for it as it clatters to the floor.

He doesn't need to look back up at his phone to know the look on her face; the silence speaks volumes.

"I got distracted," he says defensively, leaning down to pick it up. "There was a mosquito."

"Sure," she says — and snorts when he bangs his head on the table trying to sit up again.

Gene grimaces, but leans back and rubs the sore area. "Fuck off, Sasha."

"Don't think I will."

"Fuck you —" He jumps when a series of knocks rain down on his front door. "Shit!"

Sasha frowns, leaning closer to the camera. "You good over there?"

"Someone's at the door," he sighs, slipping his ring on.

He watches her lips lift into a grin. "Maybe it's —"

"No, it's not her. She's on a dinner date today." Gene shuts her down — although he wishes he didn't have to. He's never told anyone (and he never will), but he likes when you show up to his apartment unannounced. He likes when you rap your knuckles on his door and shove takeout in his face, declaring that night as a movie night.

It won't be you, though. Gene's sure of it. Ever since you started dating that guy, your impromptu visits have happened less and less often.

He still stands up, though. "I'll call you back later," he tells Sasha. She throws him a pixelated thumbs-up before ending the call.

Gene sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Who is it now, then," he mutters to himself, making his way down the hall. He drags a hand down his face one last time and moves to look through the peephole — and damn near chokes on his own spit.

Why the fuck were you here?

You don't look good, either. Your eyes are swollen and red, and your bottom lip trembles ever so slightly. You lift a hand to wipe roughly at the tear that slips down your cheek. 

Something protective and furious flaring in him, and he practically throws the door open to find you why the fuck you're so upset.

You flinch, take him in, then relax. "Gene," you croak — and immediately start crying.

He blinks. "Woah, hey, no." Gene rushes forward and wraps an arm around your shoulder to bring you close, leading you into his apartment. He closes the door with his foot. "What happened, sweetheart? I thought you were out with…" he trails off, then shakes his head. "Why are you crying?"

"He—" you blubber, "—I left him— "

"Relax, let's relax. Deep breaths," he says, arms curling around your back to bring you closer. "It's okay," Gene murmurs, letting you lean into him as he walks you over to his couch. "You're okay. In and out, sweetheart, in and out."

Gene's thumb rubs circles into your shoulder as he sits down with you; he's breathing loudly, slowly, to coax you into mimicking. It's only when you take a last, shaky breath that he gets up.

"Where are you going?" you blurt when you see him move away.

"Getting you some tissues," he says, and disappears down the hall. When he returns, you’re perched on his couch, sniffling and rubbing at your nose.

"Now,” Gene says, handing you a wad of tissue, “mind telling me why you were bawling your eyes out on my doorstep?"

You wipe your nose again. "It's" — you hiccup — "it's not…" The shame curls deeper into your gut. "Um."

"Yeah? Take your time."

You swallow. "He… he cheated."

Gene stills. "He what?" he says, voice dangerously calm.

"He invited me out for dinner today," you continue. "I told you, right?" Gene nods. "He was really quiet. Really awkward. And whenever I tried to start a conversation, he just wouldn't, like, entertain me, you know? It'd just be so quick. And, um, he was really short with me." You pause, take a deep breath. "I should've expected it. I don't know why I didn't. I don't know why I was still so — so shocked, so… surprised — when he told me. I mean, he's been so distant, and I don't…" Your throat closes up. "I guess I thought…"

"Just to be clear, you shouldn't have had to expect it," Gene tells you, his fury creeping into his tone. He catches sight of your face, though — embarrassed, guilty, heartbroken — and reels in his irritation. "No one should have to expect cheating," he says. "Fucking dick. Should've given him a black eye, too."

You give a small, hoarse laugh and wipe your eyes. "I did leave him to pay the bill on his own."

"Good." Gene smiles at you, cups a warm hand 'round your elbow. "Fucker deserved it. And, uh… you know, if you want, I can sic Zenix on him too."

You snort. "What, like he's a dog or something?"

He gives you a look. You laugh again, this time with your shoulders. "You're so mean," you tell him.

"He barks like one."

"Gene!"

"What? I love him, you know I do, but sometimes —"

"Stop!" you huff, kicking at his thigh. He raises his hands in surrender. 

"Okay, okay!" He sighs and settles back into the couch. You're picking at the lint on your socks, sitting comfortably in silence, when he mutters, "Offer still stands, though."

You roll your eyes. "Thank you. I'll let you know if I'm ever in need of your services."

He hums. "Good."

Silence again. In it, you realize just how much comfort his touch brings you. You adjust your position on the couch wordlessly, inching closer to him. Gene's kind enough not to comment on it.

He opens his mouth to say something. It closes quickly, but doesn't take so long to open again. You watch him carefully.

"What?" you say.

Gene clears his throat. "What do you think about a movie night? It's been a while. We can order takeout."

You blink, quiet for a moment (during which he hears his heart pounding loudly in his ears) and then a small smile pulls at your lips. "As long as I get to pick the movie."

[loppsided]

s. reid as your boyfriend

summary: headcanons for dating spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

wc: 435

warnings: none :p

a/n: another boyfriend headcanon! these are so easy and fun to do. currently working on the requests ive gotten, those works will probably be released sometime in the next week! reblogs and likes appreciated.

the sweetest man you'll ever date and i mean ever.

date nights being going to a museum, or reading a book under a tree in a park.

takes interest in the things you like, constantly telling you little facts about your favorite book or movie

asking him about random topics you've always wondered about "hey spence, why do some people feel more connected to past decades"

"well its this thing called-"

if you work at the bau he always takes some of your paperwork so you can work less

brings you coffee to your desk every morning

getting teased by derek cuz pretty boys "finally got a girl"

you say i love you first, it was 4 months into the relationship and of course spencer loved you but he had a hard time saying it

when he heard you say it, he was taken aback and instantly blushed, after that he always said it first

helping him through his occasional nightmares he has about the tobias situation

if you two move in expect him to be constantly rearranging your things, complaining about how your mess distracts him

little spoon 100%, loves the feeling of his partner engulfing him, there breathe on his neck and there arms around him especially after a hard case

him rambling on about star trek telling you the scientific truths and lies in the show

expect to be thoroughly annoyed when he beats you at chess or poker

analyzes your emotions, especially when your feeling sad and don't know why, he'll tell your why your feeling that way and what helps

fidgets with your fingers when nervous

falling asleep on his shoulder in the jet

him telling you all about his previous case when you lay in bed together late at night, if it ended good he'll be more eager to tell you, not so much if something went wrong

you dragging him to bars insisting that he enjoy his 20's but he ends up just eating peanuts trailing behind you

sunday afternoons when he's off of work are spent completing a 1000 piece puzzle while soft jazz plays in the back

you and him having a tradition of him suggesting a book from his vast collection, for you to read every week

his love language being quality time since he's always at work and loves to spend all his free time with you

loves how you always listen to his info dumps instead of cutting him off

big cuddler, loves laying on your chest or intertwining your legs together not sleep, just laying there

a very fluffy and loving relationship

[mythronic]

Team TIM (Tim Drake Carmen Sandiego AU)

In a oneshot I'm writing called 'Reparation', I thought of a non-batfam/late batfam Tim Drake who starts off as Stray. And unfortunately, (or fortunately) I was watching Carmen Sandiego while writing it. So instead, you're getting a Tim centric x Carmen Sandiego fic DC = Disregard canon. Tim probably won't be majority shareholder in the universe? He's definitely still a gala boy, but I just can't see his character keeping the title as someone who steals shit from the rich.

There are characters here that will either not make sense or feel out of place. Just go with it pls, I wanted to keep the YJ/TT and batfam aspects and give Tim his own team and had to yoink from his friends and stuff. PLEASE comment anything if I got anything wrong. The only comics I've read are the Red Robin series, the Young Justice series (except the 2019 one, I haven't gotten to that one yet) and a little bit of Tim in the 1993 Robin series. (up to only vol12 with some Nightwing in between's?)

Anyways

Sebastian Ives

Sebastian is 100% Tim's Player. He's not exactly a hacker, but he is definitely the guy that does the research for Tim, acting as Getaway Driver and the only one who remembers to pack the painkillers and Panadol. (He still has cancer, and travelling to see urban areas actually helps because Gotham's air is polluted to hell and back)

Bernard Dowd

'Publicly' known as Pipeline, Bernard is the Zack in this dynamic. He's Tim's undercover partner in crime, the BEST distraction you can ask for and he has the sass to boot. Yes, he still does conspiracies. Yes, he takes advantages of Team Tim travelling to investigate them. (TimBerKon??? Idk I equally love TimKon and TimBern, so might as well have best of both worlds. Tim has two hands.)

Tamara Fox

Wimp turned badass. She's Tim's Ivy. She is not his first pick for gala partner, but definitely his first pick for any on scene work, especially if it's a high rise apartment he needs to crack. Tam is quick on her feet and the best climber on the team. (Bonus points if she backhands the assassins that tried to kidnap her during the RR run)

Prudence Wood

Technically the Shadow-san on the team. She's the one with experience and the know-who, she's the one with criminal contacts and who taught Ives how to use a gun. Pru also covers Tim's capers and some investigations when Tim can't do it himself. (Like how Dad-dow san covered for Carmen when she came back from the hospital)

Tag: Stray!Tim Carmen Sandiego AU

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𝐀/𝐍𖧞 this is the last part. I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW: “dont stop! your writing is god-tier!“ i heard you all chant in unison.

Dont fret little ones. 🖐️🙂‍↕️ Ive surely got some more ideas in the bank...If you haven’t, go check out my prompts list <3

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𖧞 16+ (entire fic rating), swearing, mention of alcohol, mention of intoxication, a little bit o’ mischief…not really but you’ll see ;)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𖧞 oscar piastri x fem!reader

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𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 𖧞 Scene VII 𖧞 (𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞)

be honest im 𝒻ℯℯ𝒹𝒿𝓃𝑔 yall

December 17th, the same night

We both walked into the room in silence.

The only noise was the shutting of the door and a barely audible “Santa Baby,” playing from the other room. Instead of looking at Oscar, I surveyed the room.

Unlike the front room, there were no Christmas decorations. It was a plain bedroom, a guy’s bedroom by the looks of it, with only a small desk and a bed. I tried to distract my gaze from the man in front of me, but the tension was growing too thick.

I reluctantly looked away from the uninteresting room and focused on him. He was no longer facing away from me- he was leaning back on the desk, hands gripping the desk on each side of his body. No matter how relaxed he seemed to be trying to look, I could see how rigid he really was.

He was looking at me, no smirk present. With how serious he looked, I thought to myself about how I kind of miss his ever-lasting grin.

He let out a deep sigh and moved to fold his arms, his body still leaning back against the desk.

I watched as he slightly turned one of his folded arms, looking at his wrist. I assume he was looking for his watch, but forgotten he’d given it up to the festive host earlier. He sighed again and looked away.

I only kept looking his way. I was blatantly staring, but what else was I supposed to do. I was hoping to get him to look at me.

My staring worked, as he probably felt my burning gaze. He looked up, brown eyes meeting mine.

“I’m guessing there’s still about six minutes left,” He finally broke the silence, and told me.

“Yeah…” I had no idea what to say. Did he want to get out of here? Or rather, did he want to get out of a locked room with only me? “..probably.” I added.

“This is stupid.” I heard Oscar mutter. I'm not sure if I meant to hear him, but I felt kind of sad at his words.

“7 minutes in heaven is always stupid. I’ve always tried to stay out of party games.” I told him, trying to save myself from feeling embarrassed. While we were sitting in a circle, and as I waited turn after turn, I dreaded when I’d be chosen. I dreaded being chosen, because I was secretly hoping the person to choose me was Oscar. And now that I’d gotten my wish, he didn’t even want me here.

He saw my reaction and acted quickly. “No, that’s not…” his words trailed off. I waited for him to finish his sentence, slightly confused. “Not the game,” he added. “That's not what I’m talking about.”

“What then? Being stuck with me?” I didn't mean to say what I was worrying about outloud, but I continued anyway “Trust me mate, I don’t want to be here anymore than you do.” I lied through my teeth. I definitely sounded defensive.

He scoffed and I saw him poke his tongue in his cheek. “Y’know what?” Oscar spoke and he sounded deeper and sharper. Apparently what I said riled him up. “Maybe If you’d let me speak, I’d tell you. Don’t start saying shit just to start something.”

I’d almost flinched at his tone and curse.

“Ok.” His anger only fueled mine. I unfolded my arms and put a hand on my hip, trying to look as unfazed as possible by his presence. “Enlighten me.”

“First of all, why would you think I wouldn’t want to be near you? Did me kissing you not once, but twice, not mean anything?” His voice was raising, but he didn’t look angry so to speak. I scrunched my eyebrows at his omission. “Don’t answer that. I don’t care, actually.” He suddenly added, catching me off guard.

It was my turn to scoff. God, and he accuses me of being an instigator. “Asshole! Of Course it meant something, it takes two to go as far as we did, you know.”

The argument held confession-notes in between the lines, but any affection or truth was smothered by our matching anger. Neither of us were understanding the words that came out of our mouths, and instead becoming more riled up by the yelling. Which, we were definitely yelling now.

“Don’t lie and try to make me feel better, Y/N. You were probably just filled with adrenaline.”

“Do. Not. Tell me how I feel. I know what I'm doing, I knew what I was doing just fine both times.”

“Really?” He had a monotone accusing tone, trying to find a lie. He seemed to be unimpressed with anything I said now.

“Yeah. Really.”

I hadn’t realized how fast my heart was beating now. I tried to slow my breathing and be the level-headed one because his head was definitely not thinking straight. Apparently he had nothing else to say, but neither had I. This argument was stupid and we both knew it.

We both stayed silent and slunk against something behind us, not daring to look at eachother.

Then, I heard him speak again and prepared an eye-roll.

“Now, what I was saying was…” Oscar started still not looking at me. “Was that I meant that I’m what's stupid.”

“That’s an understate-”

“Don’t.” He stopped me. “Don’t try to be snarky, Y/n. Let me speak.”

I just looked at him then raised my eyebrows and moved my head in a ‘Well, speak!’ motion.

Despite my attitude, he stayed calmer than before and took a deep breath. “Do you remember Christmas, two years ago?”

That same question.

What was so important two years ago? “You already asked me this…”

“Just. Yes or No? Do you remember?” He seemed suddenly on edge.

“I mean, I remember it, yeah, but are you talking about, like, a specific thing that happened? I don’t understand…” I spoke, trying to convey my confusion. He looked stern, and intent on hearing everything I had to say.

“Yeah,” he clarified. “I, um, I’m talking specifically about that night. Christmas night.”

My mind whirled as I tried desperately to pick out an obvious memory, but nothing was coming to mind.

That Christmas was the year my brother and sister didn’t come.

That Christmas was the year I was gifted the worst sweater by my mom.

That Christmas I stayed up practically all night.

I remember staying up all night, because the next morning, my mom forced me to go into town with her. I remember vividly how sluggish I’d been the whole time. But… that’s all….

Suddenly, I remembered something.

The thought of staying up triggered another thought: that night, I remember sitting on the sofa, watching a movie, when someone scared the shit out of me.

I had been peacefully wrapped in my blanket at around 4 am, when someone barreled through the door.

Oscar.

It was Oscar that scared me. I hadn’t been expecting anyone, especially Oscar since I didn’t even know he’d been out.

Two years ago, we didn’t ever talk to each other except to tease, so it’s no surprise he didn’t bother to tell me he was going somewhere.

When he came in, I was confused. My confusion grew as I’d taken in his appearance. His eyes were barely open, and his focus was darting all around the room. When his eyes met mine, his eyes opened and his body suddenly stopped. Full stop. He planted his feet and stared at me. His jaw was slack and his cheeks, from what I could tell in the little light from the kitchen behind me, was pinker than normal.

He was drunk. Oscar had come home drunk that night and had seen me when he walked through the door.

At the time, I remember laughing at him and turning back to my movie to ignore him.

But that’s not where the altercation ended– drunk Oscar had said something.

I remembered Oscar stopping, looking at me, and then he showed the broadest smile (one I'm sure would never have been directed towards me, had he been sober). Then, he sauntered closer to the sofa, out of the doorway and in front of my view of the television.

“Oscar…” I groaned. “Just go to bed, mate, your wasted.”

He stayed in place, restricting my vision and looking at me. Actually, he was staring at me. Actually he was staring all over me.

That night, I was wearing my short PJ shorts, and a Star Wars t-shirt. Nothing special, but it definitely caught drunk-oscar’s attention.

“Hello?” I tried again, but he was unrelenting.

“What?” was all he answered with.

“Get out of my way, that’s what.” I snapped, just trying to watch Princess Diaries.

He looked behind him to the screen and a grimace filled his whole face. Usually Oscar’s expressions consisted of mad and smirky-jerk, but when he was drunk, tons of emotions flashed on and off his face.

“That’s shit.” He must have been referring to the movie. His voice was groggy and deep, probably tired after what seemed like an exciting night.

“Whatever.” I gave up with the television and just wanted him to leave. “Just go to your room before someone else catches a visual of your post-party debauchery.”

“Dirty girllll,” he said slowly, borderline slurring. “Stop thinking about my de-whatever.” I quirked an eyebrow and shook my head at him. He seemed so incredibly out of it. I should totally hold this over him. Where’s my phone? I should totally film this.

I gave up looking for my phone, and looked back at oscar. Still standing there.

“Wait, what? I wasn’t at a party…” Oscar spoke, referring to my earlier statement of his “post-party” inebriation- an incredibly late reaction.

“Okayyyy…?” I said slowly. “Then what’s,” I motioned to all of him, “this?”

“Nothing.” He said rather quickly. Then his tempo changed as he looked down, almost shy. “None of your business, alright?” I nodded, but he kept speaking. “Actually, this has nothing to do with,” He copied my motion with a serious amount of sass and gestured to all of me, “…you. Ok?”

“Yeah, alright.” I was over this. He’s obviously completely drunk.

“I'm serious! Don’t accuse me of getting drunk because of my feelings, ok? Don’t even think about it. Why would I care about you… let along get drunk over fucking childhood crush on you? That’s ridiculous, and entirely possible— That’s not the point!”

Wait.

Back to the present- I now know why Oscar’s worried about that night.

Oscar must not have been that plastered if he now remembers what he said. Or rather, what he confessed. At the time I ignored his rambling and walked him to his room, away from me.

Now, I’m not sure all of that was just drunk-rambling.

Oscar was watching me figure everything out, watching me realize what he was so afraid of.

“I remember you rambling about having a… but there’s no way.” I said out loud to him, voicing my spinning thoughts. He just kept looking at me. “Right?” My voice got softer as I took in what Oscar’s silence might mean. “But you hated me.”

“Y/N.” He spoke like I was stupid.

“What?” I fired back, getting defensive.

“I never hated you, think about it.” He was trying to make me realize it, but all of my memories of him are arguments– save the past week.

“I am thinking about it. You always picked on me and fought with me. You said the meanest things and I always fought back. We’ve never gotten along…” I tried to list.

Then, all of a sudden, a smirk formed on his face.

That same smirk I’d claimed I’ve been missing, now felt weirdly… intimate?

“Oscar, you…” I didn’t know what to say.

“Yeahh” Is all he replied with, smirking and telling me all I need to know with one look. He started to move closer to me.

Step by step, he slowly walked towards me like he was testing my reaction. I just let him come closer and closer until we were face to face. Pine and wintergreen filled my senses. Our eye contact never waivered.

“Y/n, I don’t mean to bring this all up now.” he gestured to the door. His smirk lessened in intensity as he tried to apologize.

I suddenly remembered we’re in the middle of a 7 minutes in heaven game. And that it’s definitely been longer than 7 minutes.

(My sister was the culprit of our unexpected extra time, having told them to leave us alone.)

I focused back on the man in front of me. The man who had practically just confessed to me that he had a childhood crush on me. A childhood crush that he claims has never left.

“This is stupid.” I copied his words form before.

“Oh?” Oscar almost recoiled, hurt flashing on his face.

“No! Not… Not you! Not this.” I reacted and grabbed at the front of his shirt, not wanting him to misunderstand me and turn away.

Both of our breathing hitched at the contact, and the proximity it brought.

“Ok, then what do you mean?” He said, softly. His eyes were trained on my lips. I opened my mouth and closed it again, not knowing how to say this.

“I mean I’m stupid. Im stupid for not realizing it sooner. Im stupid for being so harsh and rude and-” I started apoligizing as my emotions began rising.

“I was rude too.”

“Yeah, but you…” I couldn’t finish the sentence. His confession was still new. However, the more I thought about him— Oscar Piastri, my rival and hater in every way—my mind started to clarify.

“Yeah, I…” He couldn’t say it either it seems.

We both stood close, not fully saying what we meant out loud yet still fully understanding what each other meant and wanted.

Seconds passed by of us relishing the new emotions, my grip never leaving him. We practically shared air at how close we were and our eyes locked. I started to feel what could only be described as butterflies.

It washed over me and the idea hit me like a train: I wanted him too. Maybe more than he wants me.

At this revelation I tugged him to my level and brought my lips to his ear.

I didn’t want to waste anymore time arguing or lying to ourselves.

I took a short breath and then whispered, “let’s get out of here.”

Then in almost one motion he smiled, a devilishly handsome smirk, then he grabbed my hand and took us away from the party.

Away from prying eyes.

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His cousin brad is here

Shes afraid of brad

Yea shes growling but shes also fear farting

Bopping her on the nose and telling her no everytime she makes a sound is not helping

Distract her

She cant stop growling cuz she can't stop focusing on Brad. Its like when I cant stop crying cuz I can't stop thinking about the thing thats making me cry.

Get her mind off him

The juxtaposition of reading a dog training book and watching my dad do the exact opposite which is clearly not working is uhhh

[melishade]

Attack on Prime Future Anthology: Therapy

Main Story

Christmas

Long Overdue

Boxing

Music IV

Everyone is finally going to therapy. Be warned. Heavy topics ahead.

Optimus found himself in that same place again, the place where the power of the titans had ended. He was staring down Eren once more, defeated, heartbroken, but accepting of his duty, of his role and responsibility. He gripped the Star Saber in his servo before charging at Eren. He remembered going through the motions of that final battle, throwing beams of energy at him, cutting off one of his arms.

But when he ran and dealt the final blow, ramming the Star Saber through Eren's titan form, he gasped in horror when the blade of the weapon was through the neck of Eren's human form instead of his titan form. The black armor and jagged teeth were replaced by trembling lips and pale, bloodstained skin. Optimus felt his whole body shake as tears fell down Eren's face. The teen had gripped the sword with his own hands, trying to get the blade out of his neck, but Optimus was locked in. He couldn't take the blade out.

Blood poured out of Eren's neck and mouth as he looked at Optimus with pleading eyes. "W-wh-!" Eren coughed and wheezed in pain. "W-hy? D-ad, wh-y-!"

Optimus gasped in horror as he shot up the berth, awakening from that horrible nightmare. He looked around and found himself in one of the rooms on the Nemesis. The Autobots have still been using the ship to help out with relief efforts, and have made it into their temporary base for the time being. The Prime looked down at his trembling servos before wiping his optics to relieve the tension that he was feeling. He wanted to tell himself that it was a trick of the mind, a nightmare that was over, but that nightmare was caused by a reality that he created. And it's a nightmare that's been happening for a few weeks now.

Optimus got up from the berth and opened the door to leave his room. He walked down the halls of the Nemesis, which had been cleared of majority of the humans. However, there were still many of them left without homes or family members to stay with, so the Decepticon warship was their home for the time being.

Optimus pressed the button to another room and saw Bumblebee using the energon processor in the lab. The Autobot patiently watched the crystal turn into a liquid, resting his elbow against the table and his chin on his servo.

Bumblebee's optics rotated when the door had closed behind Optimus before turning his attention to the Prime. "Hey, Optimus."

“I did not realize you were awake,” Optimus remarked.

“Yeah, well I’m pulling an all nighter,” Bumblebee sighed in defeat as he showed Optimus the files on the data pad, “The whole situation with Cyclonus opened up a slew of connections to other Decepticons that Cyclonus was trying to employ. There are a few that are currently imprisoned on a ship called the Alcamore and I'm going over, but some of these aren't as severe compared to crimes like Starscream and Shockwaves. I'm thinking of making an appeal."

"Then I shall leave you to your duty," Optimus declared as he turned around.

"You came in here for energon, right?" Bumblebee gestured to the machine, "Sit. I'll make you some."

"I do not want to distract you," Optimus insisted.

Bumblebee smirked, "It's been four years since I've gotten to talk to you. I want you here."

Optimus couldn't help but feel touched before deciding to sit across from Bumblebee. "Do you require any assistance?"

"Don't worry. I've got it," Bumblebee reassured with a wave of his servo, "Honestly I should just put this aside for a while."

Bumblebee shut down the datapad just as the energon processor beeped, signaling it was done. The lieutenant pulled the container out of the machine before grabbing two cubes and pouring the contents of it into two glass cubes. Bumblebee handed one of them to Optimus before raising his in a toast.

"To all nighters!" Bumblebee grinned.

"To all nighters," Optimus echoed back in kind before the two drank from their respective glasses.

"So what are you doing up so late?" Bumblebee couldn't help but ask. Bumblebee was surprised when he noticed something. Optimus had flinched at the question. His servo had tightened a little around glass.

"I was...unable to sleep," Optimus admitted.

Bumblebee couldn't help but feel pity at Optimus' confession. Part of him felt guilty for pressing, but he felt like he needed to. Optimus had changed so much since they had last seen each other. He was more open and vulnerable, and the Prime was no doubt suffering through his own losses. "Was it...because of a nightmare?"

Bumblebee was stunned to see the mask slip once more before it went right back up.

"I do not wish to discuss it," Optimus declared, "It is not something that I want to burden you with."

Bumblebee was already making speculations in his own mind about what those nightmares were about. But a name did come to mind: Eren Jaeger. It's been over six months since Eren had died, since Optimus had killed Eren, and the act has brought Optimus nothing but grief and torment. Optimus' outburst when Eren was brought up nearly costed them the peace treaty. Something needed to be done about it.

"You know," Bumblebee began, "You could...talk to someone about these nightmares and how you're feeling."

Optimus didn't say anything, but Bumblebee continued. "All of us have been going to therapy, since the war ended. We're finally in an environment where we can confront our trauma in a healthy manner. The most popular one is Rung. I can give you his contact info and you can-!"

"I do not want to," Optimus cut him off.

"If you're worried about the whole Optimus Prime situation, Rung won't say anything. I promise," Bumblebee reassured.

"I do not want to go to therapy," Optimus declared.

"Optimus, I think it would be good for you," Bumblebee insisted.

"The information I know and the burdens that I bare are not meant for anyone else," Optimus retorted.

"You don't have to tell them everything. Just one thing at a time," Bumblebee pressed.

"I cannot," Optimus declared, doing his best to remain calm.

"...I'm sorry, Optimus, but why?" Bumblebee pleaded, "You've been through enough, more than anyone else that we know. You could really use this. You need this. You don't have to think about leading us right now. We can wait for you. You can just focus on yourself."

Optimus didn't have a reply to that, so Bumblebee continued, wanting to get a confirmation that Optimus would take up his offer. "I know that it's been six months since that day that you had to-!"

The nightmare version of Eren flashed through his mind before crushing the glass cube in his servo, spilling energon all over the table. Optimus was stunned his reaction while Bumblebee was already on his pedes. Optimus quickly collected himself before standing up.

"I will not be going to therapy," Optimus declared coldly before standing up and leaving the room. He didn't even bother to wipe the energon from his servo as he stepped outside. Meanwhile, Bumblebee stared at the mess that Optimus had made, seeing his reflection in the energon. He wanted to help his leader and friend, but...he was certain he just made it worse. He didn't mean to. He didn't want to, but...he did.

========

Something was clearly wrong with Optimus, and it's been going on for the past few days.

In all their years of knowing Optimus, Hanji could tell when Optimus was in a bad mood. But this seemed serious. Optimus was forcing a smile, keeping conversations short, refusing to engage with world leaders like Willy Tybur. And he just didn't seem to want to sleep. He looked so exhausted.

But one thing that Hanji did notice, was that Optimus was actively avoiding Bumblebee. Which was strange. Optimus and Bumblebee seemed to be on pretty good standing with each other, but now things seemed to be rather tense. Like Optimus was trying to avoid Bumblebee every time he tried to talk to him. They weren't sure if they should ask, but....it was time for an interrogation.

"Bumblebee, hello!" Bumblebee jolted when Hanji landed on his shoulder with their 3D gear, "How have you been?!"

"Oh! I'm...fine," Bumblebee answered.

"Hmmm. I doubt that," Hanji accused, causing Bumblebee to flinch, "What's wrong? You can tell little old me."

"I don't really know you that well," Bumblebee reminded.

"Then it's the perfect time to get to know each other," Hanji proclaimed, "Tell me, do you have a favorite food?"

"I know when someone's trying to interrogate me. I've been in that situation one too many times," Bumblebee explained.

"Boo! You're no fun!" Hanji jeered, "But I'm serious. What's wrong? You and Optimus have been acting strange around each other. It's unlike the both of you."

"It's that obvious?" Bumblebee sighed in defeat.

"I've studied Optimus for years, I've annoyed Megatron for years, and my best friend is Levi," Hanji listed, "When you're surrounded by people like that, you can read anyone else."

Bumblebee sighed in defeat. "I recommended therapy to Optimus, and he said no."

"I doubt that it ended with just 'no'," Hanji assumed. Bumblebee's rather despondent expression answered their question, "What is therapy exactly?"

"Basically, it's a way to talk to someone about your problems and they psychoanalyze you to figure out what's wrong and determine how to make you better," Bumblebee explained.

"Oh, I think I've heard about that through your human allies," Hanji recalled, "But this is Optimus we're talking about. He harbors the weight of the world on his shoulders and refuses to let anyone else harbor that burden."

"...then he's probably never going to do therapy," Bumblebee lamented, "Especially not for me."

"I wouldn’t say that," Hanji chided before an idea formed into their head, "But I have an idea."

===

Later on Earth

"You want us to go to therapy?!" Sasha asked Hanji in confusion as the Survey Corps, Warriors, Jack ,and Miko were seating in the recreation area of Unit E. However, Jean and Rafael were missing from the group.

"Yes, for Optimus!" Hanji declared.

"Don't care. I'm out." Annie stood up and walked down the steps.

"Coward!" Hanji shouted, "No one else is leaving or I'm jumping them!"

"Wait a minute, what even caused this to happen?" Jack asked in confusion.

"See, I spoke with Bumblebee, and he told me he recommended therapy to Optimus, which Optimus has refused because he doesn't know how to take care of himself," Hanji explained.

"Can attest. I had to coerce Optimus into washing himself every few weeks." Levi raised his hand.

"It does look like he hasn't slept in a while, and he's refused to talk to Willy," Historia added.

"Dude's probably still wrecked over the fact that he killed Eren," Ymir stated, "He almost blew the peace treaty because of it."

"But how would us going to therapy help Optimus go to therapy?" Pieck asked in confusion, "As far as I'm concerned, Bumblebee worked with Optimus for millions of years and Optimus said no to him."

"Well to see all of his friends go to therapy could give him the moral support he needs to go himself," Hanji insisted, "And also, Optimus has a very different dynamic with the Autobots compared to us. There are expectations with the Autobots because of his status as a Prime. We don't give a shit about that."

"Not to mention, all of you guys need therapy," Jack declared, "None of you guys are sane."

"I would consider myself sane!" Hanji proclaimed.

"Hanji, that's a terrible joke," Erwin said, earning a glare from the Commander.

"You guys have been through so much trauma, at this point. Therapy shouldn't even be about Optimus. It should be about you," Jack explained.

"Does therapy help?" Armin asked.

"It does," Miko answered, "We've been going to therapy ever since we became agents. But it was also because Jack's mom insisted we do."

"Good decision, honestly. We love the Autobots, but we've been in too many life and death situations," Jack said.

"Doesn't help that the one who caused majority of our traumatic experiences is running around on another planet!" Miko glared at Hanji.

"Okay, I will take fault for that," Hanji relented.

"I mean...is it...safe?" Falco couldn't help but ask.

"Is therapy safe?" Miko almost laughed, earning an elbow jab from Jack.

"It's never been safe for Eldians to admit how they truly feel, lest they be shipped off to Paradis and turned into titans," Pieck reminded Miko in a cold tone.

"Sorry," Miko apologized.

"Therapy sounds like weakness. I don't want to go," Gabi declared.

"I get it. It can be nerve wracking to admit certain things about yourself to a person you don't know, but it's good and the doctor is obligated by law to not saw anything about your conversation," Jack explained.

"...Jean mentioned it to me," Mikasa spoke up, "He says it's been helpful."

"What's been helpful?" Jean asked as he walked up the steps.

"Therapy," Hanji answered.

"Oh yeah, therapy's great," Jean agreed.

"Really?" Sasha asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I go to group therapy with a bunch of U.S. war vets who've also lost their limbs." Jean gestured to his prosthetic leg, "We talk about our experiences and the recovery process and sometimes we get food."

"Oh we can get food?!" Sasha exclaimed.

"That's more exclusive to group therapy, I think. Not individual appointments," Jean explained.

"Did you run into Raf?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, he looked tired when I ran into him when he finished his therapy appointment. He looked tired, said 'Don't talk to me', and drank a giant cup of coffee," Jean explained.

"Yeah, Raf doesn't talk about therapy. He's the most messed up out of us three," Miko proclaimed.

"But it helps?!" Hanji pressed.

"Yeah, it's just nice to talk to someone with a similar experience and not get demeaned for being vulnerable," Jean answered, "It's also nice to talk to some people with sanity!"

"Good, so we should all do it!" Hanji addressed the rest of them, ignoring Jean's jab at them, "I am willing to schedule an appointment! Who's with me?!"

Everyone else muttered nervously, causing Hanji to groan. "C'mon! Jean said it was good! Listen to him!"

"It doesn't have to be consistent," Jack reassured, "You guys can just do one therapy session to get a feel for it. If you don't like it, then you don't have to schedule another appointment."

"...Just one?" Armin asked.

"Just do one! For Optimus!" Hanji pleaded.

Mikasa remembered the day Optimus had arrived at her door and how he broke down in fronts. She remembered his tears and his apologies, and the pain that he felt and is still feeling. He needs help. Now more than ever. "I'll do it. I'll do therapy."

"...Fine. But just one," Levi informed.

"Yes!" Hanji cheered.

"Do we have to?" Gabi asked Pieck, "Can we just not do it like Annie?"

"You know how Annie is. But therapy might be good for you," Pieck insisted, "We've been through a lot, and I'm sure that you want to talk to someone about how you feel."

Gabi looked down in guilt.

"And wouldn't it be liberating to finally talk about it?" Pieck asked, "This is a luxury none of us thought we could ever have: to be truthful without consequences."

Gabi thought it over and sighed. "Fine. But I'll just waste time."

"Gabi," Pieck warned her.

"Okay, I'm calling our therapist, Dr. Hernandez. She's the one that knows the most about the situation since we've been telling her about it in therapy," Jack said as he opened his phone.

"She's not going to be happy about that," Miko told him.

"I know, but they need it," Jack declared, "And if this somehow helps Optimus. It'll be worth it."

======

A few days later

Armin opened the door and stepped into an office. He was told that this was the place where the therapy appointment was supposed to take place, and it looked surprisingly cozy. There were two soft chairs facing each other with a table separating the two. On the table, was a desert plant in a vase and a box of tissues. There was a long couch right behind the chair with a pillow on the end of it. There was also a round beige rug under the two chairs. No windows were in the room. No rays of sunlight. It was just four plain walls with a few paintings of plants hanging on each one.

Armin flinched when he heard the door open behind him and turned to see a woman in a lab coat and combat boots step into the room. She had a light brown skin complexion, and dark wavy hair tied in a low ponytail. She held a notebook and clipboard in her hand, and when she went to look at her clipboard, Armin saw a scar over her left eye, with the cornea scratched out.

"Armin...Arlert? Am I pronouncing that right?" she asked.

"Yeah, that's correct," Armin replied and the woman held out her hand and smiled.

"My name is Dr. Isabel Hernandez. I'm an MD that received my credentials from Northwestern University, and I've been specialist in my craft for ten years now," she introduced herself, "I've heard about your accomplishments on your home planet. The U.S. government commends you for your bravery."

"Thank you." Armin reached out and shook her hand, "What's Northwestern University?"

"It's a prestigious school in the U.S.," Dr, Hernandez explained, "I usually explain my credentials and qualifications to my patients to put them more at ease."

"Oh," Armin muttered.

"I have been caught up on the situation from reports and eye witnesses, so I do have an fairly decent understanding," she explained, "Please take a seat and we can get started on our session."

"Okay." Armin couldn't help but be nervous as he sat down in one of the chairs, the one that was on his left. The therapist took the seat on the right before pulling out her notebook and opening it.

"So what brings you into my office today?" she asked.

=========

"Our Commander, Hanji Zoe, insisted that we all do at least one session of therapy," Mikasa explained, "They said that it was because Optimus was refusing to go to therapy when Bumblebee insisted he do."

"So you're doing this because of Optimus Prime?" Dr. Hernandez asked, "Did you feel obligated or pressured into doing this because of Hanji Zoe's insistence?"

Mikasa thought it over. "Not entirely...no..." Mikasa found herself picking at the fabric of her skirt. "I had actually heard about it through Jean. He recommended it to me, and...I've thought about it for a while. I've...just been putting it off."

"Was it something that was intentional?" she asked.

"No...I don't think so," Mikasa answered, "I've been getting physical therapy. I've had to get some skin grafting for my arms. And then I've been helping out with repairs from the damage from the Rumbling."

"I did ask Nurse Darby for some of the basic information regarding your medical notes, and she told me that you didn't come to Earth to get treatment until over a month later," Dr. Hernandez explained as she looked at her clipboard, "What prompted you to wait to receive treatment?"

"I...I just wanted to be left alone after the Rumbling," Mikasa admitted, "I was tired. I didn't want to fight anymore."

"But you came back," Dr. Hernandez stated, "Why?"

"...it was because of Optimus," Mikasa admitted.

"It does sound like part of you believes you're doing this as a form of repayment for Optimus," Dr. Hernandez stated, "Therapy shouldn't be a form of repayment for someone else. It's for your own health and benefit."

"It's a lot more complicated than that," Mikasa admitted.

"Would you be willing to explain?" she asked.

Mikasa looked down at her hands. "I...I abandoned my comrades and went home. I just wanted to live in peace...but I couldn't...Armin and the others...they came to try and bring me back...I refused...."

Mikasa waited for the woman to interrupt her, but she didn't. She was patiently waiting for her to finish her story. "I...I was tired....I was so tired of everything."

A memory of the knife in her hands flashed through her mind and she felt an immense amount of guilt. "I tried to end it all...but Optimus found me..." Tears formed in her eyes. "And he was....so devastated...he was in pain...they were all in pain. How could I think of leaving them?"

Dr. Hernandez handed Mikasa a box of tissues as she started crying. Mikasa took a few and wiped her tears before blowing her nose out. "Mikasa, I do have to ask a series of questions now that you've admitted that you've attempted to take your life."

"But that was only one time!" Mikasa insisted, "I haven't wanted to take my life since!"

"So you haven't attempted suicide again?" Mikasa shook her head.

"Have you had suicidal thoughts?" Mikasa shook her head.

"Any signs of depression?" Mikasa paused at that before nodding her head.

"Then we're going to have to dig deeper into that," Dr. Hernandez declared, "I'm sorry, but it is standard procedure."

Mikasa nodded in response, but she couldn't help but feel uneasy at that.

========

"I lost my best friend!" Sasha broke down into tears, "Connie died in my arms and I had to bury him and I know it's been months now, but it still hurts! My skills couldn't help him! I couldn't save him! And Eren was the one who killed him!"

Dr. Hernandez was a little taken aback by the outburst but quickly recollected herself before handing Sasha a box of tissues. "Eren Jaeger was once your comrade, correct?"

"We all used to be friends!" Sasha yelled, "I just don't get why he would do it! All this time I thought it would be some sort of misunderstanding! We all fought together! Ate together! Slept under the same roof! And he still attacked us!"

"You are taken off-guard because you never expected this kind of betrayal from a friend," Dr. Hernandez said.

"I don't get it! Did he want to destroy the world more than being by our side?!" Sasha demanded. Dr. Hernandez didn't flinch as Sasha grabbed the potted plant and threw it at the wall, shattering the vase to pieces and getting dirt on the ground.

=======

"So you are not doing this because your Commander insist that you do?" Dr. Hernandez asked Erwin.

"Hanji used to be my subordinate. I'm certain I could get them in line if I pushed too far," Erwin proclaimed, "No, I'm doing this because...I harbor a tremendous amount of guilt. I've lead many of my comrades to their deaths for my own selfish desires, lying to others and myself saying it was for the sake of humanity."

"I see. I have heard through the reports that a few of you believed humanity to be extinct," Dr. Hernandez recalled.

"I had suspected that humanity wasn't extinct, and I joined the Survey Corps in order to confirm those suspicions," Erwin admitted.

"You joined a military branch with the highest mortality rate to confirm a suspicious?" Dr. Hernandez raised an eyebrow at that, "Can you explain what caused you to make a decision like that?"

"....My ignorance had gotten my father killed when I was a young boy," Erwin admitted.

======

"You were an orphan on the streets, taken in by a cult and worshipped as a deity, arrested, tortured, locked in what was essentially a prison for sixty years, regained your humanity by eating someone, and then you joined the military because you heard about an illegitimate heir who later became your wife," Dr. Hernandez recapped.

"Yeah, that's my whole life story," Ymir shrugged.

"I'm concerned with the rather flippant attitude you're giving me," Dr. Hernandez confessed.

"Look, I don't know what else to say here," Ymir confessed, "My case is weird, and I doubt that you can help me resolve all of that."

Dr. Hernandez put a hand over her mouth. "Well I can't help with the sixty years of imprisonment, but I have given therapy to former cult members. So if you want, we can discuss your life during that time and discuss any deep seated trauma the cult might have given you."

Ymir sighed at that. "Well, I was used as a scapegoat for the cult when we got arrested. So I guess I can unpack all that."

========

"I don't really enjoy being the Queen of Paradis," Historia admitted, "Frankly, it was a responsibility forced on me because my father wanted to keep humanity ignorant because of the will of one of my ancestors. There are some perks to it. I'm able to use my power to give children homes, and I am respected for having the command of two of the most powerful titans in existence, but I wouldn't mind not having all of this power and responsibility on my shoulders."

"You were never given any proper training for your position. I can imagine the pressures you are experiencing," Dr. Hernandez commented, "Have you been able to communicate with anyone else in your position when you learned of humanity's survival?"

"I have with Emperor Kenshin," Historia explained, "He's older than I am, and has a lot more experience. So I've asked him for advice."

"Well it is good that you've taken a proactive step in reaching out for help," Dr. Hernandez praised.

"But am I going to have to be queen for the rest of my life?" Historia groaned in defeat, "I'm married to Ymir. I'm not going to be producing a biological heir anytime soon."

"There are resources on Earth that I can direct you to regarding different forms of government. Once you feel everything has stabilized, you can reviews these resources and try to implement them yourself," Dr. Hernandez suggested.

"That sounds perfect!" Historia exclaimed with excitement.

"But you have to be careful," Dr. Hernandez warned, "If you don't do this right, a coup can happen, and someone can usurp power from you."

"I understand," Historia nodded.

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"Hey, look!" Hanji pointed to their eyepatch before pointing to the doctor's damaged eye, "Twins!"

Dr. Hernandez's mouth formed a thin line before writing something down.

"What-uh? What are you writing?" Hanji asked nervously.

"That you deflect your trauma through humor," Dr. Hernandez replied.

Hanji gasped in horror. "I don't do that! I am actually quite open with my emotions! I find it to be very helpful!...Although, there was one time...."

"Hm," Dr. Hernandez hummed in response.

"I didn't deflect my emotions," Hanji insisted, "But I did let my anger get the better of me when I found out about a friend's death at the hands of a temporary ally we made, and in anger I asked Megatron to kill him for me, but when he said no I threw two bottles of whiskey at him."

Dr. Hernandez stared in disbelief before scratching out the note that she had made. "Never mind, you and I are going to have to dig deeper."

"Breaking down my own mind," Hanji grinned, "How fun."

Dr. Hernandez didn't reply as she wrote 'impulsive', 'hyper fixated', and 'reckless' next to each other.

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Levi didn't say anything. He refused to say a word as he sat across from the therapist in his wheelchair. The two remained in silence for a good few minutes, both staring each other down. Dr. Hernandez broke her gaze as she went to write something down in her notebook.

"Don't you fucking dare write anything down," Levi ordered her, causing her to pause, her pen not even touching the paper. The therapist then set the notebook and pen on the table.

"Okay, how do you want to do this?" Dr. Hernandez asked.

Levi raised an eyebrow at that. "As far as I know, I don't have to tell you shit."

"You're right," Dr. Hernandez shrugged, "We could sit here for 30 minutes in silence and I would still get paid. But I can't force you to do something that you don't want to. It violates HIPAA. In fact, you're more than welcome to leave."

Levi sighed at that. "I'm still...deciding."

"Are you doing this for Hanji's sake, Optimus' sake, or your own sake?" she asked.

"...I don't know," Levi admitted.

"Well we have 20 minutes left when you're ready to answer." Dr. Hernandez checked her watch.

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Pieck couldn't help but start tapping her cane nervously as she sat on the long couch. "I've...it's been a while since I've been in a compromising position like this. I try my best to avoid that."

"You lived in an internment zone your whole life before becoming a weapon of the state," Dr. Hernandez recalled, "I can imagine why you would be nervous."

"It's not even just that," Pieck admitted before lying down, "I did...I did everything right. I knew that Marley was a sham and they would probably kill us later down the line, but I still played by the rules because I believed in my comrades who I've fought beside. I did all of this, killed so many people, just so my father could continue living. Sure, my life would have been shortened, but for me, it was a small price to pay."

Pieck's grip on the cane got tighter. "But the Rumbling happened, and my home got crushed. My father no doubt got crushed with it. I've been holding onto a fleeting hope that they might have gotten out, but who am I kidding? They probably got crushed to death. I played by the rules, and my father dies. Annie broke the rules, and her father gets to live."

"Do you resent Annie for that?" Dr. Hernandez asked.

"Yes....no...I don't know," Pieck confessed, "She was given an out and she took it. Who wouldn't in our position? But I...I just want my dad back."

Pieck started crying as she covered her eyes to hide her tears. "Everything I ever did was for nothing."

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"My brother and I were forced to become Warriors because of what our uncle did," Colt explained, "It was either we shorten our lifespans for the sake of Marley, or get turned into titans for combat."

"How old were you when you were forced to enlist?" Dr. Hernandez asked.

"Twelve for me. Eight for my brother," Colt answered.

"You've seen too much death and destruction for someone your age," Dr. Hernandez commented.

"Yeah," Colt sighed, "With....the attack on Liberio...twice...the Rumbling...but...I can't help but feel happy."

Colt clenched his fists. "Sure the world got trampled, my parents are dead, but Marley's been destroyed, and I've never been happier. They can't hurt us. They can't hurt me, my brother, or anyone else I care about ever again. And I'm glad their dead."

Colt froze in fear, slowly turning his gaze to the therapist. But she didn't respond to his sinister thoughts. She didn't even write anything down. "I-!"

"Nothing leaves this room," Dr. Hernandez swore to him.

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"I lost months of my life," Falco lamented, "I wake up one day, enjoying a festival that was supposed to unite the world against Paradis. The next thing I know, it's a war zone. After that I get shot, I black out, I wake up on another world, and find out that everything that I've ever known is gone. My parents, my home, Reiner and Porco died! And I couldn't do anything about it!"

"Falco, there's not much you could have you," Dr. Hernandez insisted, "Despite your training, you're still a child."

"But I was supposed to die for my country! Yet I'm somehow still alive! What about the people I was fighting for?!" Falco demanded, "And!...And it doesn't help when I caused the Liberio attack in the first place! I aided and abetted the enemy!"

Dr. Hernandez raised an eyebrow at that. "How?"

"I....I got tricked into sending letters to Eren Jaeger's comrades outside the internment zone," Falco sighed in defeat, "I still...I still haven't told anyone I've done it yet. And I don't want to."

"But it sounds like the guilt of keeping this a secret from the people you love is hurting you," Dr. Hernandez concluded, causing Falco to cross his arms and slouch in his chair.

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"I'm not saying anything to you!" Gabi declared with a pout, "You can't make me talk!"

"You're talking right now," Dr. Hernandez retorted.

"Shut up!" Gabi yelled at her.

"Gabi, I have already been made aware of the conditions that you've lived under. Understand that this is a safe place where you can express your feelings freely," Dr. Hernandez reassured.

"No!" Gabi spat at her.

"I'm going to have to assume it was because you weren't allowed to express your emotions freely," she assumed, "The others have talked to me about their feelings. This is a safe environment to speak up about your feelings."

"What did they talk about?" Gabi asked.

"I can't say. That'd be violating my oath," Dr. Hernandez answered.

Gabi's arms slowly uncrossed at that. "I know Falco said something mean about me."

"Why would you assume Falco said anything about you at all?" Dr. Hernandez asked.

"Ha! You admitted something! You broke your oath!" Gabi pointed at her.

"I didn't say anything revealing. I asked why you would assume Falco said something about you. From what I could gather, it sounds like you were assuming Falco was going to say something mean about you," Dr. Hernandez accused.

Gabi blushed with embarrassment.

"Why would you assume Falco said something mean about you?" Dr. Hernandez asked again.

"...Because I nearly got him killed," Gabi admitted, "I jumped onto the ship and he followed me to stop me...and he almost died because of it."

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“I loved Eren,” Armin confessed, “He was my best friend. My very first one, but…I couldn’t see the signs of his descent to madness. Or…maybe I didn’t want to see it.”

“Why did you not want to see it?” Dr. Hernandez asked as she wrote down ‘survivor’s guilt’ for Armin.

"Maybe I just didn't want to believe it," Armin answered, "Maybe because I didn't want to believe that my friend could ever be that cruel. I never thought his hatred could manifest in that kind of way."

Armin gripped his knees tighter. "Now I just....I hate him now. Or I'm trying to hate him, but I'm just finding myself to be a hypocrite when I do. And I still can't find it in me to hate him. We've been friends longer than enemies, and I tried so hard to help find another solution for him. Why wouldn't he accept another solution?"

"PTSD can manifest differently for each person if left untreated," Dr. Hernandez explained, "Common side effects can include aggression, social isolation, and depression. Eren was clearly traumatized at a young age and was never given the opportunity to grow past that trauma in a healthy way."

"But we were in the same situation!" Armin exclaimed, "We lost our homes! We lost our parents! Our comrades were eaten in front of us! Why did we end up so different?! Why am I still here while Eren isn't?!"

"From what I could gather, Eren Jaeger also possessed a tremendous amount of power at his age. That power, along with his PTSD and the threats of the world, got to his head at some point. He no doubt felt like a cornered animal trying to lash out, constantly trying to justify his actions until he couldn't anymore," Dr. Hernandez explained, "Perhaps there was a gap in understanding because of the power and responsibility he possessed."

"But we still tried to find other solutions!" Armin insisted, "We tried to give Eren a solution that would require the least amount of bloodshed!"

"And you did your part," Dr. Hernandez emphasized, "Armin, from what I could gather, you and your comrades provided Eren opportunities to stand down and find a peaceful solution, which he failed to take. You did your responsibility, but it was Eren who refused to take your offer of peace. You can't blame yourself for him not accepting that offer."

"I'm trying not too," Armin declared, "I...I really am trying. I've disowned him too. But every time I think about it, I feel more hypocritical because I helped save Megatron of all people. Do you realize how messed up that is? I've disowned Eren, but I'm defending Megatron."

"I suppose one could consider that hypocritical," Dr. Hernandez stated, "And I have a negative bias towards Megatron myself, as do many others. However, information I've been given shows that Megatron is taking accountability for his actions, and has actively risked his life for others with no reward in return."

"But I knew Eren my whole life! Megatron I've only known for fours years and most of those years were hostile!" Armin retorted, "I just...this isn't how I wanted things to be. And I'm angry and guilty and ashamed. Because I know that if I somehow managed to convince Megatron to change his mind, then I could have done more for Eren in order to prevent the Rumbling."

Dr. Hernandez sighed as she closed the notebook in her hand. "The unfortunate truth is I can't give you all the answers you want right now. You're showing clear signs of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Anxiety, Inferiority Complex, and Survivor's Guilt. And from experience, it can take a long time to properly manage such diagnoses."

"Not...cure," Armin pressed.

Dr. Hernandez smiled bitterly at that. "That'd be a wish anyone would want. To return to ignorance and innocence. But the reality is that it will always remain with you. No matter how many years have passed, no matter how big the jar gets, the thing that scarred you will always be apart of you. But it's up to you to decide how you handle your trauma. Do you let it harm you and consume you? Or do you take to proper steps to accept what happened and continue onward?"

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That night

"So...how'd it go?" Jean asked everyone as they sat on the top of the Nemesis, earning groans of defeat from the majority of them.

"It went surprisingly well," Historia smiled.

"Ha! Ha! I'm a terrible person!" Hanji faceplanted into the ground.

"There's no way she actually said that," Miko retorted.

"No, I'm just reflecting on past behavior and I just....haven't been the best?" Hanji confessed.

"Shocker," Levi quipped.

"Apparently I've experienced something called 'religious trauma'," Ymir stated, "And that it led to me having my 'god complex'."

"I found myself admitting things I'm not proud of," Colt admitted.

"...we didn't talk much," Levi stated.

"Agreed," Gabi lied.

"Dr. Hernandez texted me, saying that she hopes you all follow up," Jack informed as he looked at his phone.

"We'll...think about it," Pieck decided.

"What are you all doing up here?" Optimus asked as he walked onto the roof of the ship, "And where have you been? I have had to deal with the Tybur's questioning today."

"Sorry, Optimus," Hanji apologized.

"It's alright, I...I have made it clear that I did not want to be involved with this world's politics," Optimus stated in annoyance.

"I will go and take care of that," Historia promised as she stood up and walked inside the Nemesis.

"Where were the rest of you?" Optimus asked the rest.

"Therapy," Levi stated bluntly.

Armin and Mikasa noticed the way Optimus flinched at that.

"Therapy?" Optimus asked.

"Yeah, I've been going to group therapy on Earth, so I recommended that everyone else go to therapy too," Jean explained.

"It was invasive. I don't like it," Gabi admitted, earning an elbow to the side from Falco.

"Ignore Gabi," Hanji said, "Therapy was good for us. You should try it. I'm sure there are Cybertronian therapists, right?"

"Yeah, but Optimus is also considered dead. Wouldn't the person talk about it?" Jean asked.

"I'm sure there's someone, right?" Hanji asked Optimus, and they noticed how Optimus darted his optics to the side, "So there is someone!"

"Bumblebee....recommended someone," Optimus confessed.

"So why don't you go?" Armin pressed.

"Wow, they are really good at playing dumb," Miko whispered to Jack.

"I..." Jack and Miko were stunned to see how nervous Optimus looked, "I have been busy."

"The Autobots can easily cover your shift," Hanji reminded, "They've done it before. And it's not you like talking to the world leaders. And we only had a thirty minute session."

"I can assure you that-!"

"For fuck's sake, go to therapy!" Levi shouted at him, causing everyone else to scream at Levi, "No fuck it, we are not coddling Optimus or anything like that! You need to go to therapy!"

"Captain, I can assure you that I am fine," Optimus insisted in a strained voice.

"Really?! You killed Eren and you're fine?!" Levi called him out, while everyone else fell dead silent, "All of us know how much that brat meant to you and you're the one that had to kill him! How the fuck are you fine?! All of us know that's a lie! Besides Megatron, you're the most fucked up out of all of us!"

"I am not going." Jack and Miko froze when they noticed the anger in Optimus' voice.

"Bullshit, you are!" Levi ordered, "How are you older than all of us and still acting like a child?!"

"My responsibilities are not yours to bare," Optimus reminded, "And I told you, I am-!"

"You're not fine!" Mikasa shouted, stunning everyone, "Optimus, you're not fine! None of us are! We all lost people we care about! We lost Eren, and it hurts me and it's hurting you and you know that! Denying it isn't going to help you!"

"You could have cost us the treaty with that outburst!" Levi reminded, "You cried over Eren after you killed him! How the hell are we supposed to interpret that?!"

"...There are many factors I would need to consider," Optimus quietly said.

"Then the Autobots can help out with that! I'm sure they'd be happy to do so!" Hanji reminded, "They have to be worried about you too!"

"Yeah, c'mon! We give a shit about you!" Miko chimed in.

"Optimus, please go to therapy. We're begging you," Armin pleaded, "We don't know how else to help you and we don't want your grief consuming you. We love you, and we want you to get better. Just please, please, tell us the truth so we can help you."

Optimus' helm hung low and he clenched his servos. He couldn't go. He didn't want to. He didn't want to confront the truth. He didn't want to be treated differently. He didn't want to admit his own failures as a leader and comrade. He was weak. He was cowardly. And he had to bare this burden alone. That's how it's always been.

But...it was wrong. He knew he wasn't well in his spark. He was in pain. He hadn't been able to sleep. It's been affecting him, and he's just fallen into the habit of trying to hide it. Was there any real need to hide it anymore? The war was over. Humanity was saved. And he was so tired of baring this burden alone. He wanted rest. He wanted release. He...he needed help. He did not want to keep living like this.

"I will...attempt to try-!" Optimus froze when he felt someone on his pedes. He looked down to see Mikasa hugging him as tight as she could, followed by Armin, Jean, Hanji, and Sasha. The Prime had kneeled down and scooped them up in his servos before cradling them close.

"Thank god," Levi sighed with relief, "At least Bumblebee will be happy."

"...we should confirm that he actually attempted therapy," Pieck suggested.

"Agreed," Erwin spoke up.

Miko raised her phone in the air to try and take a picture, but Jack placed his hand atop of the phone and lowered her arms.

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The Next Day

Rung was quietly meditating in his office. The door was locked, his glasses were off, and his optics were closed. He mimicked breathing, inhaling and exhaling. He slowly let blue light pour out of his chest and dance around him. He focused on nothing, kept his mind calm, letting nothing outside of this room distract him-!

Rung’s colorful optics opened when he heard the familiar ping of his comm. link. The energy around him dissipated, and his optics returned to a cerulean color. It looked like his break was over. The therapist tapped the side of his helm to activate his comm. link. “Hello?”

“Hey, Rung?” A familiar voice greeted.

“Bumblebee, hello!” Rung exclaimed with excitement, “I know our last conversation you said you had to cancel because you found Arcee! And then I heard the Nemesis was taken! What happened?!”

“A lot,” Bumblebee vaguely replied, “Listen, I have a favor.”

“Anything for a friend,” Rung reassured.

“See…I have this…friend.” Rung could tell Bumblebee was choosing his words carefully, “And he’s been a little adamant to come to therapy. Part of it is because he’s afraid you might say something about him to the public.”

“Bumblebee, I am offended!” Rung exclaimed, “I am bound by a code! I do not leak client information!”

“It’s not just that!” Bumblebee insisted, “You…you cannot. And I mean, cannot, tell anyone about this patient!”

“Bumblebee-!”

“I mean it!” Bumblebee cut him off, “He’s putting a lot of trust in me and I really want to help him! You have to promise me you won’t say anything!”

“…You have my word. I will not say a word about this patient to anyone,” Rung declared, “Client confidentiality.”

Bumblebee sighed over the comm. link. “Okay. There’s a space bridge coming to get you.”

“Huh?” Rung jolted when a space bridge opened up behind him, “Who is this patient?!”

“Just come through!” Bumblebee pleaded.

“Fine.” Rung put his glasses on and grabbed his datapad and stepped through the space bridge, “But we’re having our appointment immediately afterwards because you’ve been putting it off for-!”

Rung froze as he made it to the other side of the space bridge. He was on the Nemesis. He could tell. He’s seen the ship up close before. Bumblebee was there in front of him, waving and looking rather nervous. But behind Bumblebee….was…Optimus Prime.

“…I have questions,” Rung stated after a moment of silence.

“Yes and I will answer them during our session, but Optimus could really use your help,” Bumblebee insisted.

“I mean!” Rung hated that he had to ask this question but he whispered to Bumblebee, “Are you certain that’s Optimus Prime?”

“Yes, he used the Star Saber,” Bumblebee whispered back.

“Is this what the call was for?!” Rung exclaimed.

“Yes-!”

“And please, please, don’t tell me Megatron is here too,” Rung pleaded, “Cybertronians have surmised they attract each other like magnets.”

Bumblebee looked rather nervous, confirming Rung’s suspicions. “Don’t tell me I have to give him therapy.”

“You don’t!” Bumblebee declared.

“This was a mistake,” Optimus spoke up, “My status will interfere with the therapy session.”

“Optimus, wait!” Bumblebee begged as he ran up to the Prime to get him to stay in the room. That’s when Rung noticed it. He noticed the Prime’s posture slightly slouched over. His voice sounded exhausted. His digits twitched at an abnormal rate, and his optics flickered.

“Your physical appearance suggests a lack of sleep,” Rung remarked, causing both to look at him, “Possibly insomnia.”

“…yes…” Optimus mumbled.

“For how long?” Rung asked.

Optimus didn’t answer. He refused to do so, averting his gaze from the smaller Cybertronian. Rung glanced over and Bumblebee and walked over to him. He grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him towards the door.

“Stay outside,” Rung ordered as he slammed his fist on the button to open the door, “And don’t run off! We have a long overdue session!”

Rung pressed the button again, shutting the door in front of Bumblebee. Rung turned to the Prime, who stared at him in surprise.

“This is a private session now,” Rung declared as he sat on the floor of the room, crossing his legs, "Sit. Let us begin."

"You...you will not tell anyone else?" Optimus asked him.

"Never," Rung swore, "As a licensed professional, and as someone grateful for your sacrifice, I will not tell anyone what is discussed her. And about you. Please take a seat."

Rung could tell that Optimus looked reluctant, but the Prime mustered up the courage to step forward and sit in front of Rung.

"So, how long have you been experiencing symptoms of insomnia?" Rung asked.

(God this was a long one. Anyway, still making edits to the final chapter. It should be posted by....let's say this weekend.)

[baby--b4t]

Ive been thinking about baby Gaz a lot. He doesnt usually regress very young, but sometimes the poor guy just cant help it. He gets stressed too and needs someone to pamper and coddle him like he tries to do for his little siblings (Ghost and Soap).

I feel like Price would be the only one to ever really see Gaz regress that young. He would walk into his room to try and ask him a question but see a sobbing Kyle in a bundle of blankets instead.

"Hey, hey. Whats goin' on, kiddo?" Price would ask, not knowing how young he really was. It was only after he saw how limited Kyles speech and movements were that he would start to connect the dots. John would gently help Gaz sit up, supporting his body the entire way.

A lot of shushing and coos would be thrown Kyles way, trying to find some way to make the baby feel better. It was hard for Price to comfort Gaz in that moment because he didnt know what the trigger for this was. It felt like trying to comfort a wall.

Eventually, Price had gotten an idea. He carefully let Gaz lay back down before standing up.

"Ill be right back, yeah? Papas not leaving for long."

John decided to find one of the toys Soap liked to play with them he was feeling younger. It was made of plastic, something Price didnt exactly want to give Kyle since he seemed so young, but it made sounds and had interactive parts. He was sure this would distract Gaz.

Kyle became a mess all over again after Price left him. He didnt understand why Price had left and didnt like the loneliness sinking into him as his room fell silent. Upon the Captains return, he was met with a sobbing Gaz once again.

"Shh, shh, shh. C'mon now, Kyle. I told you I would come back. Theres no need for the waterworks."

A gentle thumb came across Gazs cheek, wiping away the tears.

"Look at what Papa found. Doesnt it look fun?" Price presented the toy to Gaz and showed him one of the interactive functions. A small sound played, a slide-whistle of sorts, and grabbed Kyles attention. He stared at the toy for a second before he whined again.

John pressed another button, this time a 'bonk' sound playing. Once again, it made Gaz stop crying. A small chuckle left Price as he began trying to help Gaz sit up and lean against him for support. He gently showed the little one he could play with it and make the sounds himself.

Gaz loved the toy. He messed with anything his hands would grab onto or push and seemed to cheer right up. He was still sniffling slightly, but he seemed to be more than content with the toy Price gave him.

[qwuilty]

Hiii ive been playing roblox games recently and ive seen some very nice unpleasant from regretevator designs & there's a more specific idea i had in mind for them so fuck it im throwing my hat in the ring, random headcanons below

I imagine Unpleasant as like not really actively malicious however she has a remarkable talent for pissing everyone off and due to the elevator's infinitely repeating nature everyone has eventually gotten sick of him. Rolls nat 1s on every single social interaction ever. Guy who is like not really completely awful but deeply uncomfortable to be around for reasons you can't quite explain besides just being kind of rude.

Mostly non-verbal and mute like in canon, in context of the gradient form i imagine it can speak through some way of projection but in human form it's mostly sign language unless they really feel comfortable talking. Stares a lot though.

Thinks Infected is her friend and messes with him 'as a joke' because he thinks he's in on it. Infected is not and hates it immensely.

Absorbs information about modern things from the elevator because Infected's apartment is permanently stuck in the past, mostly from people in it or things from other floors. Xer sense of humor is always just a bit dated and behind what's currently funny, though to Infected it's utter nonsense as it's a bunch of garbage memes that haven't really been invented yet.

Not a fan of like owning cats but does find them fairly cute enough and unfortunately is one of those people who tries to chase them down to hold them. Tried to play with Poptart and ended up absorbing them and was like

Has not and refuses to tell Infected what happened. Also refuses to admit he broke her skateboard because Unpleasant tried to use it and ate massive dirt and broke it clean in half. Master of the "if i just say nothing maybe he'll forget".

All pronouns like in canon and genderfluid, doesn't really change much presentation wise though. I do think it would be funny if the gradient shifted a little though and that was it.

Can and would cheat at games, maybe not through actual hacking (except some garbage cheat clients xe put on Infected's computer) but through absolute unsportsmanlike behavior.

Loves technology and can be mostly distracted by stuff like phones, tablets, or computers. Unfortunately does not use headphones and instead will listen to it on speaker if you don't tell him off about it.

Can kind of just appear in places people would least want to see them. Mostly uncontrolled but always returns back to Infected's apartment.

That's all i have thank you for reading

[mistydeyes]

building blocks and alphabet letters

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summary: You and Kyle met in daycare. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't quite the genius he was today. In fact, the first time he met you dad was when he was shoving toy blocks in his mouth. He hates that story but he'll make an exception for his young daughter who is terrified of school.

pairing: Gaz x fem!Reader (established relationship)

warnings: none :) just some good ol' fluff!

a/n: want more cute fluffy fics of the 141 being dads? I GOTCHU COVERED RIGHT HERE!! dad simon with two daughters has me hooked

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You first met Kyle in daycare school. You couldn't have been more than 2 or so. This daycare took care of kids while their parents worked and tried to teach them something between snack time and playtime. Your father was with you that day and you had to show him what you learned over the school year. As you sat, perfectly pointing out each of the letters of the alphabet, you were distracted by another boy your age. "Honey, look over here," your father beckoned, trying to get your attention. But all you could pay attention to was the kid shoving blocks in his mouth while his mother helplessly tried to stop him.

Kyle hates that story with a passion. Every time you threaten to mention it, he gets red and demands you not to. To you though, it's cute seeing how his ears get pink and how he scrunches his nose. After 18 years of friendship and 7 years of dating, he's gotten used to your antics. This time, the story has a purpose. Instead of a drunk bar story, it's now something to relax your young daughter from her nerves about going to school.

By now your daughter was 4 and was frightened at the idea of leaving your familiar home. She was a spitting image of Kyle and loved the outdoors. You would always tease that Kyle was meant to be a girl dad. He was having a hard time now as he was trying to convince her to go tomorrow. "Ives, we talked about this, you're going to school tomorrow," Kyle began to say and you could see your daughter's lip begin to quiver. Kyle had been home for three weeks now and all your daughter wanted to do was spend time with the both of you. The last few weeks of trips to the cinema, the park, and going out to eat were coming to an end for her and it was apparent she was not happy about it.

"But I want to stay with Mummy and Daddy," she cried as she hugged you both tight. You gave Kyle a look of sadness at your daughter's wails. In between her tears, she choked out, "Daddy's never home I want to be here!" This time when you looked at Kyle, he wore the same expression of sadness.

"Sweetie, did I ever tell you how Mummy and I met?" Kyle asked and she turned to face him. As she wiped off her tears with her small hands, Kyle went into the story. "When I was only 2 years old, my Mummy and Daddy had to go to work and I couldn't stay at home," he began and had your daughter's full attention. She looked at him with her brown eyes and he sat her in his lap. "But it was okay because I met Mummy! She was the smartest kid there and we had so many adventures on the playground," you smiled fondly as he continued. "Mummy can tell you that Grandad thought I was an odd kid because I would shove blocks in my mouth, but Mummy was still my friend." he finished and gave you both a kiss on the forehead. "And look at Mummy and Daddy now! If I never went to school then I would never have met Daddy and we wouldn't have you," you finished and your daughter seemed to calm down. "Okay, only cause you went, I go," she said triumphantly and you three cheered in excitement.

Later that night when you put Ivy to bed, you and Kyle went downstairs to enjoy the rest of the night. "I didn't think you would ever tell her that story," you joked as you sat on the couch. "It was necessary," he replied and you both shared a laugh. "I still have the picture!" you said and scrolled to your phone to find it. In the photograph, sat you and your father smiling with an alphabet book and Kyle in the background, crying as his mother confiscated the blocks. "Never show anyone that," he jokingly threatened as he took your phone away. You got into a pillow fight as you fought over the picture and ended by resting on his chest again. "Mind telling that story again?" you asked and Kyle looked at you, curiously. "Never," he said and crossed his arms childishly. "Oh really? Not even for our second?" you smirked. It took Kyle all of two seconds to realize what you had just said. He embraced you and you told him you found out the news yesterday. As you lay in bed that night, Kyle thanked everything in the universe for letting you meet all those years ago.

[aliusfrater]

i keep thinking about. What If dean had actually prepared for his death in season three. like, instead of enabling sam's premeditative grief he said i need you to focus on the now and after rather than the hypothetical 'if' that is my life. i am going to die and i need you to be ready for when i'm gone. both in the sense that sam enjoys this last year so there's enough to look back on that makes your grief worthwhile AND there's the set-up of a life worth living for that doesn't include revenge for when i'm gone. kind of like. what sam did making dean promise to go see lisa once he's in the cage

i've always thought that dean's deal for sam's life pretty much mirrors mary's deal for john's life in the sense that. it was always going to play out that way for them and there is nothing to be done to stop it (dean tried to stop azazel and mary but it's revealed that he never could) but there's something else to be said about the cycles of abuse and how they're perpetuated through grief. something else ive always thought about is the fact that the show itself can be seen through the lense of an allegory of perpetuated grief but i also think the cycle of abuse is imperative to the way grief is presented within the show. mary is coerced into a deal with john's life and through her own adamance of escaping hunting (as a metaphor for familial rot or abuse), she refuses to acknowledge that part of herself and it is through this lack of acknowledgement that grief is perpetuated. you have to acknowledge abuse to heal from it and the part of the inherent instability of the nuclear family that supernatural finds itself concerned with creating commentary about/exploring is the part that exists but people refuse to acknowledge. it's ignored for pretty houses in pretty neighbourhoods and obscured behind closed doors and when it leaks out of the holes in the foundation, that's what hunters are for. unpaid and unloved for what they do. through mary's lack of acknowledgement and therefore, lack of preparation, she has cursed the family she's created to perpetuate the cycle of abuse through grief. she dies and john didn't see her death or the thing that killed her coming and the grief is perpetuated through him. his children become victims at the hands of his abuse because of this grief. and it cycles from mary to john and through dean with john's deal for dean's life. "save him or kill him," is a similar ultimatum to that of azazel's own deal when it came to coercing her into her deal; she could either save john or keep him dead but in the end she didn't end up saving him from azazel because the same demon is who ends up killing him, just like sam. dean had never actually gotten the chance to save him or kill him (explicitly, anyway (i love incesthemes' theory that dean did end up kind of killing sam by distracting him from jake and getting him stabbed)) and the cycle of abuse continues in sam's grief and in his relationship with ruby, which is something that blossomed in his/as a direct result of grief for dean

then there's also my idea of sam as a nucleus character for the cycles of abuse and there's a possible connection between him sacrificing his life at the end of season five and pushing dean into getting out of hunting through a situation (lisa & ben) being pretty similar in structure to what he had before season one as being an attempt to escape this cycle of grief. it's very possible that soulless!sam as a character could also represent the very idea of grief itself — grief is, inherently, the loving of the memory of a person you loved. sam existing without a soul, without the parts of sam that dean had been forced to grieve is a shock to reality and it is, to an extent, acceptance of sam's actual 'death'. but then again, despite the brief clarity and relative healing that his escape from the cycle provided, dean does not accept soulless!sam at all. he fights to get sam's soul back and that is against sam's own will, knowing that it could kill sam regardless. the cycle of grief continues in that constant reminder that dean's choice could bring sam's death. likeeeee okay. "the minute he walked through that door, i knew. it was over. you two have the most unhealthy, tangled-up, crazy thing i've ever seen and as long as he's in your life, you're never gonna be happy," and, "i'm not saying don't be close to sam. i'm close to my sister but if she got killed, i wouldn't bring her back from the dead," it's all about the atmospheres of abuse that these relationship dynamics provide!!!! you're going to fall back into it over and over again if you do not process your grief!!!!!!!