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[eynnwwyjth]

@orangejuice-flowers here you go! I hope you like it. I have missed my next life as a villainess, I need to reread it!<3

[pokemonlolitaproject]

As requested by sunset-bridge a coord inspired by Pokemon #343 Baltoy

I hope this is okay, I tried to imply some of the shapes since I couldn't find literally symbolic items.

[acetheta]

thoschei brainrot continues yall

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

they can never make me hate you

(collage by me)

[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

Can we get a collage for Christine Canigula with playbills and loom bands no worries if not <3

Here you go! Hidden for eyestrain and bright colours

[emilycollins00]

Received shitty news today so I'm on my way to make moodboards

[bumpkin-bug]

IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG GUYS 😭 hope i got all the hairstyle requests 👍

(The shit i went through to get this posted 😭 i got trapped out of my drawing program, and forgot the password to my email and then there was a limit to the amount of photos you could put in a post so i had to make a freaking collage BUT I DID IT I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT)

yes i made harper and ivor married bc i love them <3

[littlegrapejuice]

Il Predestinato | CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Meeting Louis Tomlinson and Charles winning the Italian GP at Monza on the same day? What more could you ask for?

Author's Note: as both a 1d and f1 fan, how could i not write smth ab louis being in the ferrari garage for the weekend🤭 also those pics fucking annoyed me bc tumblr was being a bitch so i just made a collage or else i would've thrown my phone through the window

F1 MASTERLIST🏎

Louis. William. Tomlinson. Was in the Ferrari garage for the Italian Grand Prix at Monza. You had been ecstatic to hear the news from Charles back on Friday, and had been thinking all weekend about how to act once you would be in front of him. However, you were as nervous as excited to meet your favourite singer and it didn't help when Charles's PR manager told you both that Louis had arrived on Sunday.

Charles was requested during a certain time slot to speak with him, which he was glad to do so compared to previous celebrities that he had met as Louis was someone you held in high regards, meaning that Charles was intrigued to see why.

You didn't know whether this was the best moment for you to try and talk to Louis, or if you should wait for the start of the race, or even until after the race to meet him. For now, you were simply engrossed in a conversation with Arthur about the Formula 3 and Formula 2 races that had happened a couple hours ago, discussing the latest winners.

You knew Charles was on the other side of the garage with Louis, probably having small talk and taking pictures, but you were unaware of the conversation they were now actually having.

"Saying it once again but it's good to have you here today with us," Charles told Louis.

"My pleasure to have been invited honestly," the singer replied. "Being in the Ferrari garage at Monza is crazy, massive thank you to your team. I'll be rooting for you today, mate."

"Thanks for the support." Charles glanced at you then thought for a second about how to start the topic, until he decided to just wing it. "Is it alright if I introduce you to someone while you're here? My girl's a big fan of yours and I know she's been thinking all weekend about how to stage your meeting."

"Yeah, no problem." Louis nodded with a smile, always down to meet a fan. "Bring her there, I absolutely don't mind at all."

And this is what Charles did, as he called out your name with his signature accent that you had grown to love over the years. Expecting to see him alone, you didn't think Charles would call you while he was still talking with Louis. Therefore, you hesitated for a second about whether to flee your boyfriend and favourite singer. However, when Louis turned to face whoever Charles had called, he gave you such a warm smile that there was no way for you to ignore the man now. So you calmly walked towards them, deeply breathing in and out as a means to compose yourself.

"Great of you to join us", Charles told you with a smile. "I'll leave you two alone for a bit and come back later, okay?"

"Alright man," Louis replied with a nod. "See you later!"

"I- what?" Charles where the fuck are you going? You thought as your boyfriend just waved at you before going to replace you in the conversation you had been having with his brother. No turning back now...

Louis Tomlinson, former member of One Direction and now in a successful solo career with two albums that led to sold out tours, was in front of you. He didn't know whether to talk first, but decided upon it as he was used to the state you were starting to be in.

"Hi love," he gently began. "You alright?"

"Yeah, hmm... sorry, oh my God..." You were so embarrassed right now, not even able to form a proper sentence in front of your favourite artist. "Hi! Yes I'll be fine, I think."

"It's just me, little ol' Louis. We're simply having a chat so nothing to panic about, yeah?"

Sharply inhaling, your answer was a nod, before you slowly exhaled. Okay, this is only Louis Tomlinson. This is my favourite singer, but we're chilling. All good, you repeated in your head.

"Is it fine if I hug you?" You eventually asked as you felt more relaxed.

"Of course love," he agreed before opening his arms. "Come 'ere."

People often said that Louis hugged his fans like a mother did, as a way to protect them and to show how much he cared for them. You didn't think it was entirely true until now.

This was probably one of the most reassuring hugs you've ever had, as you just felt calm and serene. Your mind suddenly stopped stressing over the fact that you were hugging the Louis Tomlinson, and you were now just enjoying the contact. Louis could sense you had become less stiff during the hug, and thought it fine to slowly remove his arms from around you.

"Feeling better now?" He inquired as he kept his hands on your shoulders for a few seconds before putting them back in his pockets.

"Yes, thank you. Sorry, I thought I would be ready to meet you but I guess my brain wasn't entirely agreeing."

"All good, don't be sorry about that." He smiled again, and the only words that came to your mind to describe it were gentle and warm like the sun. "So, what can you tell me about you?"

"Oh, hmm, I don't really know..."

"Any favourite songs?" He suggested with a teasing tone.

"Absolutely, yeah, of course!" And that was it, you were quickly back to your usual self as Louis himself was allowing you to rant about him. "So, from the first album I'd say Only The Brave. Could've made it longer", you added with a laugh, "but still an amazing song. And for the second one, I think Holding On To Heartache. Makes me cry everytime I listen to it, but it's always worth it."

"Wow, do you not like any happier songs of mine?" Louis chuckled. Damn, you made Louis Tomlinson laugh.

"Of course I do!" You retorted. "Silver Tongues is a masterpiece, great way to end the shows. And also every song you wrote for the band is a banger so there's that too."

"You went to one of the shows then?" He wondered. "I hope you did, wouldn't want my new favourite fan to have missed tour."

"I did, yes." Being jokingly called his 'new favourite fan' shouldn't make you blush like it did, but hey! This is still your favourite singer in front of you. "The Paris show, for both tours. I'm never getting over it, feels like I imagined it all."

"Paris, wow that takes me back. Those Saturdays lights man, they were insane."

"That's how you know you always have to come back there every tour, yeah?" You teased with a smile, over the moon when Louis confirmed that France would never leave his concert map. "I'm so happy you put this show on the live album by the way, that's like a fever dream to be somewhat featured on it."

"You liked it?" He asked, to which you nodded. "Got the album alright?"

"Oh, I didn't buy it yet but I'm planning on getting the CD don't worry."

"Forget that", Louis told you. "I'll get you one along with the vinyl and the whole package, yeah? Tell you what, I'll get in touch with your boyfriend's manager to send you all that properly. Sounds good?"

"Yes, oh my God, absolutely. Thank you so much!"

"Least I can do for you, we'll stay in contact." A look behind you notified Louis that Charles was walking towards the both of you, probably meaning that goodbyes were in order. "Very nice to meet you, I hope we'll see each other again."

"Thanks for taking the time to speak with me, I really appreciate it. Enjoy the race!"

Sharing a last quick hug, Louis left you so that he could go mingle somewhere else, before you felt a new pair of arms hugging you from behind.

"Sooo, how was meeting your favourite singer?" Charles asked.

"Amazing, thank you so much. I don't think I would've come talk to him by myself," you admitted.

"I'd be a monster and the worst boyfriend ever if I didn't push you to him. Who knows when you'd have another opportunity like that?"

"True. Now there's only one thing that could make me even happier than meeting Louis," you told Charles.

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow at you.

"Yeah," you nodded. "You on that top step after the race."

"That I can do, I guess."

"You guess?" You scoffed in reply. "Louis Tomlinson is in that garage, so you better win this Leclerc."

"I will", Charles assured you with determination in his eyes. "Do not worry even once about me, I will."

.....

And he did. He won in Monaco, his home race. He won in Monza, his team's home race. In. The. Same. Season.

You couldn't be prouder of him. From the first lap, you had been holding your breath when Charles managed to squeeze into P2 while Oscar overtook Lando.

Since then, it had been a rollercoaster of emotions for you and Charles's family with whom you were watching. You had been especially nervous when Charles got undercut by Lando, but it got better when you witnessed your boyfriend taking back the lead of the race later on.

You were scared when you saw the gap between Charles and Oscar getting shorter. Oscar had relatively new hard tyres compared to Charles who had his for the last forty laps or so.

But everything ended well. Charles crossed the finish line, P1 at the chequered flag. A Ferrari victory at home, at the temple of speed.

From then on, everything was a blur. You were a crying mess as Arthur hugged you. Everyone was cheering around you, celebrating a second victory of the Prince of Ferrari at Monza, five years later.

You didn't realise when Arthur pulled your hand and brought you with him to see Charles, the entire Ferrari team coming along. And when he drove his car to the P1 spot, everyone cheered once again. You knew you were far from being the loudest, still too emotional to actually process what happened.

Charles ran to his team, noticing you and Arthur in the middle of the red ocean. He hugged you both; happy tears pouring down everyone's cheeks.

The rest was another blur until you were looking up, with dried tears on your face, at Charles. As he had promised you, he was on the top step of the podium. Victory looked good on him, it always did. He seemed so relaxed, mouthing along to the Monegasque anthem, before the Italian one resonated and then all hell broke loose. Celebrations were in order, both for Charles and Ferrari, who had once again made Italy proud.

.....

You had been the proudest though, you assured Charles the next morning when you woke up in each other's arms. You both stayed in bed longer than usual, just basking in the peace and quiet you were getting compared to yesterday's fervour.

"It still feels like a dream," Charles told you.

"Dreams are made to be achieved", you softly replied. "You're making yours come true, as you should."

"I hope we are on the right path again now."

"Of course you are." Truth be told, you were waiting to see what would happen during the next races to be sure of it, but if Charles was trusting his team right now, then so did you. "This was such a wonderful weekend."

"Because I won or because you met Louis?" Charles asked with a laugh. "Which happened thanks to me by the way, you coward."

"Because you won, don't worry. Although Louis was a great bonus," you added. "I'm sure he was your lucky charm, you should invite him again."

"And lose my girlfriend to him?" He scoffed at your suggestion. "No way. You are my lucky charm, the only one I need."

"I'll be there for all your next wins then," you confirmed.  Whenever you need another one."

A comfortable silence then took place between the two of you, before Charles broke it:

"Would you rather be at his concert or a race?"

"Charles!" You exclaimed as you thought about how ridiculous he sounded.

"Would you, though?"

"Maybe..." Maybe not, you mentally added.

"You're kidding?"

"Unless you keep asking stupid questions like that, yes I'm kidding. Races can't be changed but it's easy to decide that I'll go see him elsewhere," you explained. "Don't worry, you're still my favourite."

"Favourite artist?"

"I can do favourite pianist, but that's it."

"I'll take that, I guess. Right now, I'm the one in bed with you so..."

"And I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else", you said. "I love you, Prince of Ferrari, Il Predestino; wait no, Il Pres- no... Il Predestinato! Is that it?" You asked, a look of hope in your eyes.

"It is yeah," Charles confirmed with a chuckle. "Let's be glad I'm not dating you for your Italian."

"Yeah, yeah... you love me too much to care about how shit my Italian is."

"I do love you very much", he replied before kissing you. "Even if you obsess over British men who disbanded almost a decade ago."

"Hey! That's low, and mean!"

Charles apologised as you threatened to punch him for his previous words, laughter now echoing in your hotel room. Those were moments you would never trade for anything else, not when you had the opportunity to witness Charles's highs after so many lows. His happiness made yours, and you would stay by his side for as long as he'll want you.

It's you and me until the end.

..........

Anyone remembers when i said i had no idea if/when I'd ever write for a driver again🧍🏻‍♀️ well that was acc quick to happen lmao

Ig it's a bit addictive to write when you easily find material that helps create the content you wanna put out here - not only did charles win fucking monza but louis was there so that felt like a sign from the universe and i had no choice but to comply

Fun fact, otb and hoth truly are my fav songs from each album (i even have a tat in relation to hoth bc this song means sm to me and i fucking sobbed when i heard it live) + i did went to the paris show for each tour

Anyways, hope y'all enjoyed it and ig this time i really don't know when I'll write again - maybe next gp depending on who wins and/or what happens during the lil break so bye bye for now❤️

[justiceforvillains]

❋ Drabbles/Ideas

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➽ Bangchan

The Pretender (Mafia Au)

Rough Sex with Chan (Smut)

Wolf Hybrid Collage AU (Suggestive)

Messed with the wrong man (Mafia Chan / Thief reader AU)

Fuckboy Chan / Virgin reader    Chapter 1

Filming you while riding him (Smut)

Sugar Daddy Bangchan (Fluff)

Burglar Bangchan (Smut)

Vampire Bangchan

➽ Lee Minho

Hitman Minho (Fluff)

Cuddling with Minho (Fluff)

➽ Seo Changbin

Married Staff member crush (Fluff/Angst?)

Injured Hybrid Changbin (Fluff/Angst?)

➽ Hwang Hyunjin

Meeting Scary Vampire Hyunjin {Part 2} {Part 3} [How it's like living with vampire Hyunjin]

Misunderstood

➽ Han Jisung

Cuddling with Hannie  Continuation  

➽ Lee Felix (Yongbok)

Cuddling with Felix

➽ Kim Seungmin

Prank wars Gone Wrong (Wholesome)

Dog Hybrid Seungmin (Fluff)

➽ Yang Jeongin

Toxic Fuckboy Jeongin (Angst)

❋ Reactions

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❋ Fake Texts

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He Calls you a Gold Digger : Bangchan & Minho Version [Part 2]

Accidental Confession in the wrong Group Chat : Lee Know

Roommates with Felix & Seungmin Version

Enemies to "Maybe" Lovers 👀: Seungmin [Part 2]

Idol Star X YouTube Star SMAU: Felix

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❋ Requests/Ask Game

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[ezariumi]

Ezariumi 2025 Commissions: OPEN!!

Commissions are now open. From now, all through 2025!! 

Have any characters or OCs you'd like to see in my art style? I draw characters and pairings of all genders and combinations.

Please DM me if interested for commission! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

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[simonsrileyhusband]

*requests Nerd!Simon with Goth!Reader cutely.

ALSO HOW COME GHOST'S IS BOTH OUR HUSBANDS? 😠😠 Luv u pooks, BAIIIIII <3

nu-uh, he is my husband

nerd!simon and goth!reader, collage au (bcs why not???) :

simon is a very reserved guy, he has very few friends and he doesnt really speak much, he has... unique interest, he likes comics, superhero movies, bikes and cars. he was pretty much the definition of a nerd, good grades, poor social life, awkardness, all that stuff.

you knew who he was, and if you were honest, you thought he was kinda cute. his short blonde hair and pretty blue eyes made you look at him twice when you walked pass him.

simon, on the other hand, thought you were too cool for him. always watching you from afar, being called a creep by his friend jhonny. he couldn't help it, you looked so cool with that make up and clothing, he just wanted to talk to you.

his wishes came true when your car was acting up, his trembling hands touched your shoulders, you let out a little yelp as you turned around.

"sorry, didn't mean to scare ya'.... i'm so sorry, i just... i just thought you needed some help with ya' car." pretty accent too. you smile warmly at him letting him help you.

"wow, i never thought you were the type of guy to repair cars."

"i think its fun, i like fixing stuff."

"i see... simon, right?"

"y-you know ma'name?"

"of course silly, we share a english class." he pats the hood of your car, his face a bit blushed.

"all done, but you should take her to an actual mechanic."

"thanks simon, i will. see you around." you kiss his cheek as a little thank you and get into your car, simon just stands there, flustered, frozen in place, his hand finds his way to his cheek, touching were you kissed him, a little lip gloss stain on it. oh, you'll be the death of him.

[eynnwwyjth]

Hi! Soo.... Can we have a collage for sebek? 👉👈

Here you go!!! I absolutely adore sebek, and I think he needs more love, so this request made me very happy!

[pokemonlolitaproject]

As requested by blueoranberryy a coord inspired by Pokemon #363 Spheal

[saphiccarma]

Masterlist

(requests open, but specify if smut or no)

Natasha Romanoff

Four times Natasha carries you and one time you ask ( x Reader)

Four times you almost admit your feelings and one time you do (x Reader)

You drew stars around my scars ( x Reader) - You used to selfharm and despite being clean for a while now, the scars from it still affect you.

and I'm your best friend, but your a killer (x reader) - you had known Natasha pre-avenger years, but when all the documents get released after HYDRA infiltrating SHIELD, you realize there's more to her.

wings of mischeif (x reader) - You're a vigilante and Natasha is an annoyed SHIELD agent who just wants to do her job.

I loved you like the sun (x Reader/one sided) - You had known Natasha since you were kids, but then one day she just leaves. You don't see her until years later at SHIELD

Pt.2

Wanda Maximoff

the moon will sing a song for me (x Reader) - a part for "I loved you like the sun".

Sex with a Ghost (x Reader) - Wanda was reeling from the loss of her children, playing with the darkhold. A ghost shows up claiming she knows how to use it.

WandaNat

The Gold in your eyes (x Reader) - on ao3. You were a broke collage student, they were two famous lawyers. It never seemed likely that a relationship would bloom from that.

The Red Means I love you (x Reader) - Your father was always a little wacky, paranoid even, but you never thought he would be involved with a mob.

Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Agatha Harkness

My baby, my baby (x reader) - after all these years, Agatha has found someone she loves enough to start a family.

Kiss me again (x reader) - You worked at a tavern, a tavern which Agatha Harkness tended to frequent.

Wouldn't you like (x reader) - Agatha Harknes is the hot mother of one of your students. At a fundraiser for the school, she takes every opportunity to tease you.

AgathaRio

I've never felt so loved (x Reader) - You cared for Nicky after he died, and when Agatha finally dies, you care for her too.

Where did you go? (x reader) - Nicky gets lost in the woods and Agatha finds him wtih a strange witch who has strange healing powers.

Pt. 2

It was not your fault, but mine (x reader) - You fell sickly ill and that threatened everything you had built with your wives.

Would it be better if our love was dead? - Agatha Harkness backstory fic. on ao3

and i loved you, but you're a killer - aka how I though Nicky died before it was revealed.

Devil Woman (x reader) - You had the ability to shapeshift, but as a result you take the life force of the creature you shifted into. Rio Vidal is curious when she can't collect your soul and you somehow cheat death.

Give me one more chance - Agatha and Rio had split years ago, only seeing each other occasionally. It broke Rio to not see her son, but she hopes that maybe there's still a chance to save the seemingly already dead relationship.

Just a Man - Death lacked a true heart, but she swore her's beat faster everytime she saw Agatha.

Family Line - Rio had never understood why Agatha didn't pay attention to her at school, but that all comes to light.

Two sides, same coin (x reader) - After Nicky, it was never the same. Both of your lovers were at odds, and finally you had enough.

I don't want to see your face (x reader) - Instead of Agatha getting pregnant, you did, but Rio did not offer you time.

And if she grabs for your hand and drags you along (x reader) - Even in Death, you found a way to watch over your family.

Rio Vidal

Did you get enough love, my little dove? (x reader) - After Alice's trial, comes yours. You weren't prepared to deal with past memories of pain.

I can fix that (x reader) - With your first tour happening, you have a lot of stress. Rio knows how she can fix that.

[b33viemm]

Collage!

This is it! I put my whole long nice message in the Day 30 post [link] so I'll keep this short 😅 Thank you to anyone who requested anything (especially for the Disabled Pride Flag, if you're seeing this). Had a lot of fun :)

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Feel free to to with credit

(List of sharks below with links)

1 - Lesbian Whale Shark

2 - Transgender Tiger Sharks

3 - Abrosexual Lemon Shark

4 - Bigender Thresher Shark

5 - Aromantic Angel Shark

6 - Pansexual Hammerhead

7 - Genderfluid Bonnethead Shark

8 - Intersex Pacific Spadenose

9 - Asexual Epaulette Shark

10 - Bisexual Nurse Shark

11 - Gay Leopard Shark

12 - Nonbinary Horn Shark

13 - Aroace Basking Shark

14 - Sapphic Zebra Sharks

15 - Unlabeled Brown Shyshark

16 - Kleegender Oceanic Whitetip

17 - Genderqueer Wobbegong

18 - Achillean Bull Shark

19 - Voidpunk Catshark

20 - Leather Greenland Shark

21 - Nebularomantic Goblin Shark

22 - Lesboy Frilled Shark

23 - Gaybian Bahamas Sawshark

24 - Uranic Giant Manta Ray

25 - Demigender Port Jackson

26 - Gendervoid Chimaera "Ghost Shark"

27 - Bi Nonbinary Spiny Angelshark

28 - Queer Great White Shark

29 - Rainbow Flag Bamboo Shark

30 - Original Pride Flag (Gilbert Baker) Bluntnose Sixgill Shark

1b (July) - Disability Pride Silky Shark

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

compos mentis 3

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, chronic health issues, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: After a long court case, your mother stays attached to her lawyer, bringing even more contention into your life.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: cut my life into pieces, this is my worst villain.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Andy shows you to the guest room. It’s big. Much bigger than your own.

Rather, yours is overcrowded with collectible figurines of women in big gowns and books about vintage fashion. When you were less exhausted, you would cut out the pictures and make collages. It’s been ages since you did anything more than lay around. 

He leaves you to take it in. The bed frame is birch, the bedding all white, without a single wrinkle, the nightstands match the bed, and there’s a beige rug across the floor. There’s a book shelf against one wall, a window in the other, and an armchair in the corner. Simple but nice. 

You roll your tank across the floor as you hear Andy coming up the stairs. He peeks in as you turn to see him carrying your mom. He nods as he passes by. A door opens further down the hall. You feel too unsettled to lay down even if you are tired. 

He returns and peers around the door frame as he taps with his knuckles. 

“Here, I just realised you don’t have any clothes here,” he holds a folded tee. “Let me know if you need anything else.” 

“Thanks,” you keep your tank on the hardwood as you cross to him. You take the shirt and clutch it under your arm. 

“The bathroom’s right across the hall,” he points with his thumb over his shoulder. “Did you need some water or anything?” 

You shake your head, “thank you. No, I’m alright. Just need to... rest.” 

“Of course. Any extra blankets? The AC too much?” He asks. 

You shrug, “I’m fine.” 

He smiles softly, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be overbearing I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.” 

“That’s okay,” you assure him and back up. “Really, I can handle it.” 

“Alright, but please don’t hesitate to ask for anything, alright, sweetheart?” 

You turn and put the shirt on the bed, “okay. Thanks.” 

He lingers in the door. He’s watching you. His gaze hangs over you like a shroud. Slowly, he reaches for the handle and shuts you in. At last, you can breathe. Well... 

You slip the tube from around your nose as you change. You sit as you pull on the tee, keeping your flowery cotton briefs on. You loop the tube around your ears again and set it right. You feel woozy from the effort. 

You turn off the light and shuffle cautiously through the dark. You put your tank to the side of the bed and stretch the tube. You lay down and let your eyes close. Your fatigue descends faster than you expect. 

There’s some noise from outside your walls, but you don’t think much of it as you drift off. You wake up still on your back. You’ve trained yourself not to move much lest you get tangled up. All the water you had with dinner has you squirming. 

You drag yourself up and fix your tube. You stub your toe on the take as you get out of bed and groggily stumble around. For a moment, you go into autopilot and collide with the end of the bed, thinking it to be much smaller. You’re not at home, you remind yourself. 

You wheel the tank behind you and open the door. You cross the hall to the open bathroom and dip inside. You park the wheels under the tank and do what you need to, the seat cold, the tile even colder. 

You wash your hands and look at yourself in the mirror. You don’t do that often. Under your nose is chafed, your lips are chapped, and your eyes are sunken. You’ve never been pretty, just sick. You always wanted to be beautiful like the glass women you kept in your room. You don’t know why you’re thinking of that now. 

You shut off the light before you open the door and step out into the darkness. You don’t get far as you hear a grunt and your tank lurches over a bump. You stop and squeak as the shadow backs up and grumbles. A switch flicks and the overhead light glows. 

You face Andy in surprise, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise--” 

“No, no,” he grimaces and wiggles his foot. “I shouldn’t be creeping around in the dark.” 

He chuckles and pushes back his hair, it’s tussled, and his beard has uneven lines in it. More concerningly, he’s almost naked. He only wears a pair of grey boxers. His chest is thick with hair that trails down his stomach, and his shoulders are rounded with muscles. He somehow seems even bigger in that moment. 

You lean back, about to tip. You’ve never seen a man like that in the flesh. You’ve never been that close to such a bare man. Even when you see it on screen, it makes you squirm and heat up. 

“It’s... It’s... I’m sorry.” 

You turn and hit your tank with your leg. It slips and wobbles before it clunks over. You trip over the wheels and tumble forward. You squeak as a tight vice closes around your arm and keeps you from hitting the floor. 

Andy pulls you steady to your feet and you turn to stare at his hand. He’s touching you. No one touches you. Only your mom and she only does that when she wants to make a show. You stare at his knuckles and he slowly lets go. 

You stand frozen. He bends down to lift the tank back to its wheels and he looks it over. He turns his ear towards it. 

“I don’t hear a leak.” He says. 

“Yeah, it’s fine,” you insist and grab the handle. “Thanks.” 

“Hey, but what about you, honey? You okay?” 

“Yep,” you cough and veer the tank across the hall with you. 

You don’t look back. You're embarrassed. Especially as you shut the door and realise you’re in little better state than him. You have the tee shirt and your frumpy underwear on. Oh gosh, that’s horrible. He saw you like that. 

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You wake up and get dressed in the same clothes you wore the night before. All in all, you’ve been awake for most of the time there. Strange places make you wary. Even hospitals, as often as you’ve been there, keep you on edge. 

After you get your meds from your belt bag, you sit on the bed and stare at the window. Your mom will be up eventually and you’re sure she won’t want to hang around unless Andy is there. He must have work, right? 

You hear movement in the hallway. It could be her. You hope it is. You listen to the footsteps descend the stairs and minutes later return. There’s a back and forth in the hall and through the house once more. Yet you don’t hear voices. 

A knock comes at the door and you make your way over. You’re not surprised to find Andy on the other side, only disappointed. He’s in a pair of slacks and a button-up. He must be near ready to go. 

“Hey, checking on you,” he puts his hand on the door frame. You glance at it. You won’t be able to close it. “Everything okay? I put coffee on.” 

You nod, “okay. I don’t drink coffee. Thanks. Too much caffeine.” 

“Oh, I should’ve remembered that,” he puts his other hand on his hip. “Well, your mom isn’t doing too well. She’s hungover. I did mention about the wine.” 

“Uh, I... I’m sorry,” you frown. 

“Sorry? Why?” He tilts his head, “you don’t have to apologise for her. It’s the consequences of her own behaviour.” 

You shrug. You guess it’s a habit. You’re always the one apologising to the nurses or the service workers or just the last person she decided to argue with. 

“Yeah...” you murmur. 

“Well, I can make you some breakfast? I have some muffins. You like blueberry?” 

“It’s okay. I’ll just wait for mom,” you pick at the hem of your shirt. 

“Alright, but I think she might not be up for a while. Even then, I don’t know if she’s going anywhere.” He glances over his shoulder. “How about, I’ll leave a muffin out for ya and you can have it if you get hungry? I got a short day, I won’t be gone very long but you get full rein of the house when I’m out. Keep your mom safe, huh?” 

You blink at him. You can’t quite process what he’s saying. More his tone than his words. He’s talking to you in this sickly sweet voice. Is he trying to be fatherly? You don’t need a dad and he didn’t need you either. 

“Right, I...” you shift on your feet. “I’ll just lay back down. My head hurts.” 

“You sure you’re not hungry? I can get you some coffee before I go?” He offers. 

You shake your head, “no thanks, “ you wisp out, “er, have a good day, Andy.” 

“I’ll try, sweetie,” he surprises you as he moves his hand from the door frame swiftly. You can’t react as he reaches for you. He cradles around the back of your head and leans in to kiss your forehead. “You too.” 

He pets your head before he pulls away. You’re too stunned to speak or move. You squeeze the handle on your tank and your chest starts to split. You have to breathe! 

He steps back with a grin and turns to strut away. You watch after him. Was that... well, no, it’s... it can’t be anything. He’s just being him? He’s with your mom now so technically when they marry... that’s it.  

You just don’t know any better. You’re stupid. You’ve never even dreamed of having a man interested in you that you confuse the most innocent things for more. It’s not that. He’s being nice. If anything, he just feels sorry for you like everyone else. 

When he disappears down the stairs, you finally get some sense back. You shut the door and go back to the bed. You’re dizzy and a bit queasy. You lay down and watch the ceiling. If your mom isn’t up in an hour, you’ll have to go find her. 

You can’t stay like that. Despite the shadow of exhaustion that always follows you, you’re restless. You get up and make sure the bed is tidy. You fold the used tee shirt and check to make sure you tank hasn’t left any marks on the floor or carpet. 

Alright then, that’s enough waiting. You peek into the hallway before you emerge. You go down to the door where you think she is. You can’t remember which one now. You knock and wait. She doesn’t answer so you hit the door harder, making yourself flinch. 

You hear a grumble. You stand in indecision. Should you just let her be? Well, you don’t want to be here all day. You rub your forehead then rip your hand away. Right there, where he kissed you... 

You drop your hand to the door handle and push inward. Your mother is shrouded in darkness, the curtains are drawn, and she groans. You sniff and stay close to the threshold. 

“Mom, are you okay? It’s almost nine--” 

“Go away,” she gurgles. 

“Mom, we have to go home.” 

“Oh, shut up. Go. Fuck, my head is pounding,” she rubs her head and writhes. 

“Mom?” You squeak. She can be harsh but she doesn’t swear at you like that. “Can I help--” 

“Leave me alone,” she rolls her back to you, “you’re making it worse.” 

You frown and look at her. You were just trying to help her. You know you’re useless but you don’t mean to be. You back out and roll the tank with you. When you close the door, you jump at the figure along the edge of your sight. You turn to Andy as he stands just down the hall. 

How long has he been there? 

“Told you, she’s in rough shape,” he says. “Well, good and bad news. My case for this morning got pushed. Lawyers put in a request so I’m gonna work from home so if you need anything, I’ll be around.” 

“Oh, uh, right,” you hunch and shrink toward the wall. 

He nods and smiles softly. You’re both silent, stuck in a strange valley of uncertainty. He clears his throat. 

“She shouldn’t talk to you like that, you know? I’ll... I’ll tell her that.” He says. 

You shake your head frantically, “no, don’t do that.” 

“But she shouldn’t--” 

“Please. She’s just not feeling good,” you insist and roll toward him. “It’s fine. Just... I need to sit down.” 

He lets you pass and you dip back into the guestroom. You click the door shut and heave out a long breath. You just want to be at home. Everything here feels so weird.