#its about to be my new work shirt 😂

[kayl3ighsunflower]

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[thewispsings]

locked in a closet | oscar piastri

pairing: oscar piastri x landos bestfriend!reader

summary: lando norris locks his two bestfriends in a broom closet in hopes that they’ll stop hating each other.

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lando.jpg: how can i get my bestfriends to stop hating each other?

view comments below!

oscarpiastri: you can’t.

lando.jpg: ☹️

oscarpiastri: you can pout all you want. We will never get along.

lando.jpg: why must you break my heart 💔

user1: it’s been a whole year lando…i don’t think they’ll ever get along

user2: NEVER SAY NEVER

user3: oscar this, lando that, can we talk about how good y/n looks?? 🙄

yourusername: THANK YOU!! nobody appreciates my beauty anymore 😒😒

oscarpiastri: what beauty?

yourusername: die?

user4: LMAOO

yourusername: maybe if, he who should not be named, wasn’t so annoying, we could actually get along!

oscarpiastri: i’m not fucking voldemort you can say my name

yourusername: o-os🤮c-ca🤮🤮🤮🤮 no i just can’t.

oscarpiastri: oh and i’m the annoying one??

yourusername: yeah! you are!

oscarpiastri: @/lando.jpg control her.

lando.jpg: guy please, can’t we all just get along 😞😞

yourusername: how would getting along with he who should not be named, benefit me??

lando.jpg: it would make me really really happy 😁😁

yourusername: i couldnt give less of a shit about your happiness lando

oscarpiastri: see? She’s a horrible friend, me on the on the hand would never be so mean to you.

yourusername: you told lando he looks like big bird two days ago?

user5: for two people who hate each other, they sure do talk a lot…

danielricciardo: why do they even hate each other so much? 🙄🙄

lando.jpg: oscar spilled his drink on y/n the first time they met. he refused to apologize. she refused to forgive him.

yourusername: you forgot to mention that my shirt was $300 😐😐

oscarpiastri: FIRST OFF who in their right mind buys a 300 HUNDRED DOLLAR SHIRT???!?!? and SECOND OFF, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!! I refuse to apologize for something that wasn’t on purpose.

yourusername: this is why your mom loves me more.

oscarpiastri: she does NOT.

nicolepiastri: …

oscarpiastri: MUM????

yourusername: i know that’s right.

user6: oscar and y/n would be so cute together if they stopped being so IMMATURE

user7: they should just #kissandmakeup

user8: me patiently waiting for the enemies to lovers 🧍‍♀️

user9: you’re going to be waiting a LONG time…

charles_leclerc: i think it’s time to give up on the idea them being friends mate 😢

lando.jpg: I SAY WHEN ITS TIME

user10: charles is just sick of getting caught in the crossfire 😭

user11: OMG IM NOT THE ONLY ONCE WHO NOTICES THAT ???😭😭😭

user10: NOO I DID TOOO!! it’s like every time oscar and y/n are having a glare-off charles somehow ends up right in between them

user11: AND THEN HE JUST STANDS THERE LIKE 🧍‍♂️

maxverstappen1: just lock them in a room and let them fight it out 🤷

lando.jpg: wait a damn minute…

yourusername: LANDO NO.

oscarpiastri: absolutely not.

— y/n has posted new photos!

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yourusername: p2, and now movie night in max’s movie theater <33

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user12: cutting oscar out of the photo is DIABOLICAL WORK 😭😭

user13: oh to be y/n l/n :((

user14: y/n is literally living the DREAM

user15: the way y/n made SURE you could see that she cut oscar out of the photo

yourusername; i have no idea what you’re talking about ?? 😓😓

oscarpiastri: get off your phone and watch the movie 🙄

yourusername: stop staring and me and watch the movie 🙄

user16: clock it y/n!!!!!

landonorris: did you really have to crop out oscar?

yourusername: yes!

user17: landos trying so hard 😞

user18: they’re all having a movie night 😞😞😞 ??

user19: I SHOULD BE THERE 💔💔💔💔💔

maxverstappen1: this movie is so funny!!

yourusername: it’s brokeback mountain?

maxverstappen1: and it’s hilarious! 😂

user20: MAX WATCHING BROKEBACK MOUTAIN ??!?!??

user21: max thinking brokeback mountain is funny is so him??

charles_leclerc: this movie is so sad 💔💔💔

yourusername: yeah charles we all see you crying :(

user22: charles crying over brokeback mountain is SO HIM!!

user23: is everyone just in there phones during the movie?? 😭😭

oscarpiastri: nope! just she who should not be named 🤷

yourusername: the unoriginality is disgusting!!

maxverstappen1: i’m going to, as the kids say, expose everyone. @/oscarpiastri has not stoped staring at y/n all night.

maxverstappen1: @/yourusername hasn’t stopped staring at a photo oscar on her phone.

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maxverstappen1: @/landonorris has eaten 2 whole pizzas.

maxverstappen1: @/charles_leclerc is crying like a baby.

maxverstappen1: @/danielricciardo keeps awkwardly laughing at the worst moments.

maxverstappen1: @/georgerussell63 keeps taking photos of his abs

maxverstappen1: @/lewishamiliton is secretly wiping away his tears

maxverstappen1: @/alex_albon has been whining about missing ‘his lily’ all night

maxverstappen1: @/carlossainz has gotten up to pee 10 times in the past HOUR

maxverstappen1: and @/logansargent has been hugging a teddy bear for the past 2 hours.

maxverstappen1: that’s what you ALL GET for not having MOVIE THEATER ETIQUETTE AND BEING ON YOUR PHONES.

yourusername: damn okay….

alex_albon: can you go get me my jacket in the closet? i’m kinda cold 🥶🥶

yourusername: yeah sure? 😭

user24: something’s brewing..i can feel it.

landonorris: @/oscarpiastri can you go get me my beanie in the closet? my ears are cold

oscarpiastri: yeah sure

— 3 minutes later!

— 7 minutes later!

— 2 hours later!

— y/n has posted new pictures!

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yn.jpg: max’s door didn’t stand a chance against MY muscles 💪(ft, jimmy the cat♡♡)

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user25: oscar in the likes?????

user26: wait a minute…

maxverstappen1: don’t worry i won’t make you pay for it 😚

yourusername: you locked me in a room with oscar. i wasn’t paying either way.

maxverstappen1: FINE. 😒😒😒

user27: did she just…say oscar name?

user28: in the whole YEAR oscar and y/n have known each other, y/n has NEVER said his name WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

user29: something happened in that closet

landonorris: hello, i am lando norris, and i would like to publicly apologize for locking my dear friends (especially yn) in a closet. it was stupid and inappropriate of me. i hope to gain back their forgiveness.

user30: did y/n make you do this?

landonorris: no… (yes pls help she’s locked me in my room and won’t let me out)

yourusername; i’ll let you out once you’ve learned your lesson.

oscarpiastri: nice kitty.

yourusername: thanks!

georgerussell63: um, what the fuck is this?

charles_leclerc: maybe management took over oscar’s account?

oscarpiatari: no? it’s me?

charles_leclerc: oh! then what the fuck is this?

user31: something DEFINITELY happened in that closet. why are oscar and y/n actually being civil????

landonorris: i don’t know but it’s scary.

yourusername: do i have to confiscate your phone too?

landonorris: no! Sorry i’m learning my lesson 😞

carlossainz: hahaha 😂lando is such a loser

yourusername: do i have to take your phone to carlos? 🤨

carlossainz: NO, no i’m sorry 😔

user32: is it finally happening?…the enemies to lovers we all wanted 💔💔

user33: your telling me landos plan actually worked and y/n and oscar are being civil now ??

user34: dare i say…oscar and y/n would be a cute couple

danielricciardo: why are you and piastri being cool with each other?

yourusername: isn’t this what you all wanted??

danielricciardo: yeah…i guess we did…didn’t we?

landonorris: I KNEW IT WOULD WORK!!

yourusername: you’re still in trouble, come give me your phone.

landonorris: okay 😞

— oscarpiastri has posted new photos!

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oscarpiastri: second date, kinda nervous. (she taught me that)

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landonorris: second date and already making it instagram official? You’re so whipped 😒

oscarpiastri: didn’t you want us to get along better?

landonorris: yeah, GET ALONG, not GET TOGETHER 😒😒

user35: GET TOGETHER??? EXCUSE MEEEE

user36: THE ENEMIES TO LOVERS!!! IT HAPPNED IT FUCKING HAPPENED. FUCK EVEYONE WHO TOLD ME I WAS DELUSIONAL FOR SAYING THIS WOULD HAPPEN. GUESS WHO WAS RIGHT?? ME! I WAS!

user37: did i just step into a parallel universe where y/n and oscar are dating? because what the actual fuck is going on

maxverstappen1: 😨.

user38: SEE!! EVEN MAX IS ASTONISHED

user39; the period after the emoji is KILLING ME 😭😭

georgerussell63: Is that Y/n????? @/charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc: no? it can’t be?

yourusername: it is

charles_leclerc: AHHHHHHH

georgerussell63: AHHHHHHHH

user39: we did it ladies and gentlemen…after one whole year, the enimies to lovers has finally happened 🥲🥲🥲

landonorris: WE??? NAH BABY ME!! ALL ME!!

yourusername: heart heart

maxverstappen1: 🤨

lewishamilton: 🤨

georgerussell63: 🤨

landonorris: 🤨

logansargent: 🤨

charles_leclerc: 🤨

schecoperez: 🤨

danielricciardo: 🤨

carlossainz: 🤨

yukitsunoda0511: 🤨

fernadoalonso: 🤨

totowolff: 🤨

mclaren: 🤨

yourusername: OMG HE BOUGHT ME A REPLICA OF THE SHIRT HE RUINED, I FORGAVE HIM OKAY???

user40: only the seconds date and he’s already posting her?? oh he’s obsessed.

oscarpiastri: well, yes!

user41: 3 days ago they hated each other so much??? what happened???

yourusername: i’m a really good kisser

user42: DO YOU GUYS TGINK THEY KISSED IN THE CLOSET???

user43: maybe we do have lando to thank…

. . .

notes: one of the longest smau’s i’ve done! reminder that comments and reblogs are so greatly appreciated <33

[viaoverthemoon]

I have a small request here too✋ I was thinking about Leon (damnation maybe) x fem!reader with reader being his daughter's kindergarten teacher, and the little one falls in love with her and wants to spend more time with reader, and Leon he finds himself forced to accept this, so he falls in love with the reader. It can be with smut at the end or just something romantic, it doesn't matter.

I hope I explained it ok, I've had this idea in my head for some time but I don't know how to express it 😂❤️❤️

Oooo this sounds so cute stawpppp.

Since I have another fic in the works that's drenched in smut, I'll keep this one fluffy. ;)

Damnation!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're a kindergarten teacher for Leon Kennedy's daughter and she wants to keep you forever!

Tw: Fluff, Mention of deceased relative, Mention of past miscarriage

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

Enjoy! <3

To Belong

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"Congratulations, Arabella! It looks like you're our student of the week!"

You gently place the pin on Arabella's shirt, smiling widely at her proud expression.

Being a kindergarten teacher definitely has its downs. But also has its ups as well. One of those ups being the honor of teaching these innocent children. Every day is something new, a new experience that makes you realize the importance of raising the next generation.

Arabella turns towards you, smiling so wide her cheeks must hurt. She grabs onto your leg. "Thank you, Miss (L/N)! This means so much to me!"

You smile down at her, proud of her for using the feelings lesson you'd taught her, and crouch to her level to give her a hug. "You're welcome, Arabella! I'm so proud of you. Thank you for being such a kind student!"

She seems to take your praise very seriously, being super kind to her classmates and staying by you side, asking if you need help or service in any kind of way.

❁

At the end of the day when everyone has left, you sit alone at your desk.

Whilst flipping from one graded paper to another, the door to your classroom creaks open.

You raise your head just in time to see Arabella run into the room, screaming with her arms in the air. "MISS (L/N)!!!!"

You laugh as she runs around your desk and hugs you, babbling nonsense excitedly. "Oh my goodness! Back so soon, Arabella?"

She gives a hyper nod. "Yes!"

"'Yes ma'am', Bella."

Your eyes snap up, locking with a pair of bright blues.

You look at him, surprised.

The man held a strong resemblance to Arabella, minus the straight blonde hair Arabella carried. They shared blue eyes and a soft face. If anything, his rough exterior yet light features suited him. Gave him a mysterious and alluring air that draws people to him, searching to learn more about him.

"Oh- yes ma'am- Daddy look, look! This is the nice teacher I was telling you about!"

You rise from your chair and hold out a hand with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Kennedy."

He shakes your hand and offers a nod. "Pleasure to meet you too, Miss (L/N). As you can see, I've heard quite a lot about you."

He gives his daughter a pointed look that makes you laugh. You gesture to the seat across from your desk, offering him a seat as you settle back into your chair. "I assume there's a reason you're here that I could help you with?"

Mr. Kennedy sits in the chair, seemingly tired as he falls into the seat and instinctively spreads his legs.

You try your hardest not to acknowledge the action, but your eyes fail you, flickering down his frame for half a second before returning to his face.

You instantly regret your mistake when he smirks at you, straightening up just a bit and resting his arms on his legs. "Actually, I was hoping to discuss what Arabella's behaviors are like while she's at school, as well as how she's learning." He pauses. "I mean, obviously if she's getting student of the month for the 2nd time, she's doing pretty good."

He smiles and playfully ruffles Arabella's hair, earning a laugh from the 5-year-old. "But still. It would be nice to hear from her teacher, not her."

You clear your throat and nod, turning away to escape the burn of his gaze and pulling out a folder labeled A.K., Arabella Kennedy's character chart.

"Of course, I understand. Let's start with how she handles assignments."

❁

After about 45 minutes of talking, Leon seems satisfied with his daughter's school life and begins to pack up his things to leave. But Arabella becomes upset, running to you and refusing to let go of your leg.

"No! I'm not ready to say bye to Miss (L/N) yet!"

She throws the standard child tantrum, small tears streaming down her reddened puffed out cheeks as you gently try to coax her into letting go.

"Arabella... Don't be upset. You'll see me again on Monday-"

But she's relentless, shaking her head and kicking away Mr. Kennedy's hands as he tries to reach for her.

Eventually, he sighs and looks at you embarrassingly. "I'm so sorry Miss (L/N). She's hardly ever like this."

Seeing as this is something you deal with all the time, you just shake your head, offering a small smile. "Don't worry about it. I'm used to this behavior... I'm about to leave for the day. If you guys want, we could go out for a quick dinner? This way, we won't have to part so soon."

This gets the crying 5-year-old to quiet down almost immediately. She looks up from your leg, tears and snot smeared all over your pant leg. "Really? Can we?"

You look up at Mr. Kennedy, raising a brow for conformation. And, seeing as there was no way around it, he gives in.

❁

And from that moment forward, you and the Kennedy family became quite close.

You shared a few dinners and spent time together at amusement parks and entertainment events, eventually becoming so close that you'd even watch Arabella when Leon had to leave for reasons of his job.

You listen to his stories, and he listens to yours.

He shares how he and Arabella have no one else to depend on. Her mother, although she and Leon didn't have a good relationship, had died during childbirth. And how he'd lost his own parents long ago, growing up an orphan and not having much.

And you share only having your parents. You could have had a little one yourself, but unfortunately grieved a harsh miscarriage and the father of the child leaving soon after didn't help.

You both end up having more in common than you'd originally thought.

And now, you share more than just experiences and memories. Now, you share shy looks and ghostly touches.

Somedays his hand will graze yours and you both will avoid each other's gaze, ignoring the sudden spark that comes when you make contact.

That is until, one night Leon returns from a particularly long job to find you curled up on his living room couch with a book in hand, reading glasses perched on the bridge of your nose.

"Hey, sorry for the long night. Never meant to be gone that long." He shrugs off his leather jacket and throws it over the arm of his second couch.

You eye his fatigued figure for a moment before removing your glasses and putting down your book. "No, it's alright. You know I don't mind, Leon."

Sitting up, you pat the spot next to you on the couch, offering him a seat. "Arabella's upstairs asleep in her room..." He gives a soft grunt and falls on the couch, rubbing the back of his neck while nodding and muttering a 'Good. Thank you.'

Eyes skillfully assessing his behavior, you decide to ask him the question that's been on your mind. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

He glances at you through his peripheral but instantly looks away. "Yes. I'm fine. You can go now."

In all honesty, the way he suggested you leaving hurt your feelings. But you didn't relent. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to stay..."

Reaching a hand out, you place it on top of his on his lap. He flinches slightly, but doesn't push you away. He pauses for a second...

And then he relaxes, flipping his hand over to wrap it around yours.

Your heart is in your throat and the palms of your hands begin to sweat. But you don't show it, smiling shyly at Leon and holding his hand.

He doesn't look at you. Doesn't show any signs that he acknowledges you besides the fact that he isn't letting go of your hand. "Why do you stay? Why do you want to stay?"

The monotone question catches you off guard. You momentarily freeze as his eyes find you.

Blue frozen glaciers filled with oceans and rivers of pure sadness and regret. The emotion in his eyes makes you briefly wonder where he finds the space for the happiness he feels with Arabella.

Or if he'll have the space for happiness with you.

You take a moment to think, looking down at your linked hands and gliding a thumb over the warmth of his skin. "I feel happiest when I'm here with the two of you. As you know, I don't have much. All I've had to look forward to has been my students... but now... I have the both of you."

You look him in the eyes, trying to convey your emotions through the look in yours. "These past few weeks have been the best I've lived through in years... I'm tired of living alone, Leon. Life is worth so much more when you spend it with somebody else."

He looks at you in shock, not sure what to say about your sudden confession. His mouth opens and closes like a fish, trying to choose the right words to say.

You look away bashfully. "Er- What I'm trying to say is... I'd like it if we could spend... more time together. And see each other more often. But-! It's completely up to you, of course."

For a moment, the silence is nerve wracking. You try not to fidget too much or show that you're anxious in awaiting his answer.

You're beginning to lose hope when Leon's hands are suddenly on your hips.

You're so surprised by his actions that you hardly notice him gently coaxing you into sitting on his lap.

Your legs straddle his thighs, backside rested on his knees when you suddenly notice your position. Your face burns hot, and you rest your hands on his shoulders.

His hands find purchase on your waist. "If I'm being honest, I expected you to leave us a long time ago... I didn't mean to be rude. I just didn't think you'd stay."

He caresses your sides, warm hands heating through the fabric of your clothes. "And... I would like it- a lot if you stayed with us. Not only would you make me happy, but you'd make Arabella happy too. And that matters more than anything."

You pretend to ponder on your decision, looking away with a small smile on your face before turning back to Leon. "Well... I guess I can stick around-"

The sentence barely leaves your lips before Leon pulls you in, kissing you with so much relieved passion that you momentarily feel dizzy.

And for once, you feel like you truly belong somewhere.

Yes. This feeling is definitely one you can get used to.

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Nobody: My inbox screaming and crying for help: 😓😭😭☠️ Me with 0 internet or data: 🧍🏾‍♀️💃📖

Hope you enjoyed!

More requests coming soon!

Requests are open!! <3

[drabbles-mc]

Something I Need

Cal x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, language

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: two things. one, i went down a rabbithole because i thought i missed Cal's real name when i watched the movie only to learn they never said it. i still found it anyway. shout-out to google. two, i will be back on my regularly scheduled johnny/benny bullshit soon but this idea hit me and i couldn't not write it down 😂

You had known Cal for a long time. You knew him before he was Cal—back when he was just Arthur. You’d met back when he wasn’t “from California”, he was from Canada and living in California. You were both living there at the time. He was a mechanic back then, tinkering with bikes and cars alike even if the tinkering was outside of the actual job at hand.

His hair had been a little longer back then, still tied out of his face by the makeshift bandana he wrapped around his forehead. The dangling earring was a new accessory at that point, not that you would’ve known that the first time you met him.

You’d dropped your car off earlier in the morning because you needed an oil change. Cal wasn’t the person you’d handed your keys to a few hours before. Whoever that had been looked like a kid who wasn’t even old enough to drive, let alone work on your car. It felt silly to tell him that along with the oil change to let you know if there was anything else that needed to be done on the car, but you said it regardless.

When you showed back up again you were expecting to see the same kid from before, but instead you were met with Cal. Arthur. Compared to the kid that you’d met when you showed up in the morning, he seemed like a seasoned professional. Grease on his hands and dirt on his work-shirt, he spoke to you like you’d met a thousand times before.

“Swapped out the oil,” he said casually enough. “All set there. Car’s good to go as-is if you want. But I think if we actually switched, I mean I got a couple parts from this other—”

“Sorry,” you cut him off, hand resting on your hip, “who are you?”

His brows pinched for a moment and then he cracked a smile. “Arthur.” He held out his hand for you to shake, and you did, not deterred by the grease or callouses. “The one gettin’ your car to the point where she can get up ‘n go.”

“Took a lot to get her there, did it?” you asked, unable to hide your amusement.

He cracked a grin. “Nah, nah not really. Kid said you wanted to know if anything else needed work, though.”

“And you found something?”

He shrugged, hooking his thumbs on the beltloops of his jeans. “Depends.”

You didn’t even bother trying to hide the smile on your face. “On?”

His smile widened right alongside yours. “What d’you mean when you say need?”

That was the start and the end of it all. Almost six years had ticked right on by and there were still days when you would walk outside in the morning and find him sliding underneath your car to mess around with something else. California had been in the rearview for years now, but no matter where one of you went, the other always followed. Chicago had been good to the two of you so far.

Every now and then you’d make a comment about your car. You’d mention scrapping it and getting a new one, saying that it was probably just about past its expiration date by now anyway. Cal, even if he was halfway across the bar or at a different picnic table would hear you. In no time at all he’d be plopping down to sit next to you, or standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders as he leaned down to talk to you. He’d always ask why you would be going around saying something like that about a perfectly good car.

“What don’t you like? Tell me what it is—I’ll fix it. Guarantee, baby, I’ve got something for whatever it is.”

Most of the time there wasn’t actually anything wrong. You just liked to get a rise out of him. If he ever caught onto that, he never told you about it. Within the next twenty-four hours, though, you’d be sure to find him popping the hood of your car, determined to find whatever problem you didn’t disclose to him because it didn’t exist. It was good for him—gave him something else to work on alongside his bike.

This time, though, he was working on your car for a reason. You made an offhand comment about a ticking noise while you drove and when you woke up in the morning to an empty bed you had no doubts about where he was. You pulled a sweater on over the tank top you’d gone to bed in and made your way outside to the garage. He had the radio on, although you could hear more static than you could music. Between that and his laser-focus on your car, he didn’t notice you walking in.

It wasn’t until you turned the volume down on the radio that his head snapped over in your direction. The look on his face only remained tense for a moment until he realized it was you. Then he eased, the same cheesy grin taking over his face as a handful of years ago. He maneuvered so that his arms were up, hands braced against the edge of the popped hood of your car.

“So?” you said as you walked over, arms crossed over your chest as you looked back and forth between him and the open front of your car. “She gonna make it?”

“Psh.” He shook his head. “’Course she is.”

You laughed, leaning back against the car so that you were facing him. “I think you’re only a couple parts away from making this a completely different car.”

He smiled. “I don’t think so.”

“Think of all the parts you could take from this car and put into a new one if I got it?”

That was enough to give him pause for a brief moment. The idea of a new project to mess around with was always enticing. But eventually he remembered the topic at hand and shook his head. “No. No way.”

You laughed, crossing one leg over the other. “Why not?”

“I wouldn’t have you if you didn’t have this,” he said as he gestured to the car. “And, this is the car that got us all the way out here.”

You shook your head. “It got me out here. Someone had to ride—”

“Alright, alright,” he laughed and playfully waved you off. He paused for a moment. “You know I’m right, though.”

“Yeah,” you conceded. “You’re right.” You held one hand out to him. “C’mere.”

He gave a small shake of his head as he stepped back, arms falling down to his sides. He turned his hands over, revealing the dark stains on his palms from the work he’d already put in over the morning. “Nah, baby, I’ll get shit all over your—”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence as you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards you. He stumbled right into you, not having expected it even though he probably should have. His other hand that you weren’t holding instinctively found its home on your hip, having slipped beneath your sweater. He was shaking his head at you, already able to see the smudges on the fabric, already knew that there were going to be marks on your hands. But when he saw the smile on your face he also knew that you weren’t going to care about that—you never had.

“Know what I need?” you asked as you rested your other hand on his chest.

He tilted his head, earring swaying as he did. “What’s that?”

You smiled. Moving your hand up from his chest to his cheek, you pulled him in and pressed your lips to his. You felt it, the smile before he kissed you back. His hand on your hip held on a little tighter as he moved himself closer to you. A mildly precarious balance of wanting him pressing and leaning into you but not wanting to lose your balance and topple backwards. Not that it’d be the first time the two of you had gotten carried away and ended up in a pile of laughs rather than anything else.

Pulling his lips off of yours, he stayed close enough for your lips to just barely brush as he spoke. “You said you needed somethin’?”

You felt the curl of his lips into a smile as he said it, a joke that only the two of you were around to be in on. Your nose brushed against his as you shook your head at him. “Yeah. Just need one more thing real quick.”

He hummed in amusement. “Real quick, huh?”

You laughed, fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. “You don’t sound like you believe me.”

“I know better.”

You kissed him again, soft and lingering. “You gonna let me tell you what it is?”

He shook his head, a knowing grin on his face as he felt the small, playful tugs on his hair you were messing with. “I know what it is—‘s why I know it’s not gonna be quick.”

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[watchingblsnowandforever]

Hello!!!

Welcome back to my crack posts! =D

We Are ep 9 is as hilarious as it's frustrating, and I will continue to the whys below with a healthy dose of crack. <3

Warning: long post 😊😅

Ohoho, our little boy is jealous and... its not even 5 minutes in (2 minutes since the actual start). Is that a new record?

Kluen: can I just sleep beside you- 😊

Phum: No. 🙂

Poor Toey getting roped into this too 😭

(something something, Chain helping Toey get Q jealous while Phum uses Toey as a buffer for the cause of his jealousy)

Our favourite old married couple hehe (who aren't actually dating yet-)

My poor Phum 😭

Okay, as much as I don't like Kluen, I have to give it to him for being so straightforward, going as far as telling Phum that he likes Peem when he realizes that Phum might does like him too.

Also the t-shirt: We Are Volunteer.

Yes! Call him out!

We really need more call out-ers in BL.

I laughed so hard my cat looked at me weird 😭😂

Children really are the best eyy

Phum looks so betrayed oh gods 😭

The 'I know what you're doing but I'll still play along cause I like you too, ai'kwai' look. Ah, a classic from thai bl.

This reminds me of when Tinn says "How can I be your friend? I like you!" when Gun finds him after he ran away from the MV shoot.

(And Gun replies, "You think I can?")

On one hand we have Phum who bribes children with chocolates (that he just happens to have in his pocket) to lure away his crush from his rival.

On the other we have Q who simply up and runs away when his friend faux-swipes his crush's sweat simply to make him jealous.

*looks between them and shakes head* these boys are absolutely hopeless

Our favourite married couple part 2 (who are actually dating)

continued:

Pun and Mick just here playing around 😭👍🏼

Peem was right, if they were the only ones in charge of cooking, no one would get any food T~T

But... how exactly did "cut into round shapes" get converted to "cut into round glasses" to "rectangles"? 😶

Fang is so done with these idiots 😭👍🏼

In this moment, I kid you not, my brain played the "what did he sayyy" meme 😶

Phum: *bombastic side eye of death*

Yes, please. We've been waiting for this for 8 and a half episodes.

Yes, and you are the nosiest peep, now continue.

Ah, so Fang is actually the violent sibling, and him and Phum (and Tan, apparently) got into frequent fights, it seems like.

Got caught red handed 😭

Tan is so dead

Wait... so Tan and Fang had a beginning much like Phum and Peem? 👀

Rivals to lovers for both brothers it is, then.

And I feel so bad for Phum, poor guy has been a third wheel since his high school days 😭

...somehow, I think Chain and Pun will put even TanFang to shame when they actually start dating 😶

'Course you have. You just played with water with your besties the other day

And with friends like yours, Peem? It's unlikely you'll go one day without playing around with something or the other

Beer doing God's work here 😭🙏🏼

I love how Beer is both perceptive and observant of his friends, and knows just what to say to get them moving.

He wants the best for Phum and even tells him how he's happy that Peem came into his life, and Phum is a lot more lively these days. (MSP flashbacks again anyone? No? Just me?)

He might not be as playful or enthusiastic as Peem's friends, but he knows what his friends need and he'll try his hardest to make sure they have it. He's just such a good friend.

Phum telling him about the Deal™ also shows us just how much he trusts Beer.

Love him <3

Sweetie, I understand you need some space, but you don't talk to your future boyfriend possible crush like that 😭

Nothing to see here, just a goodnight kiss.

Jokes aside, I like that Peem tries to figure out what's wrong, but he doesn't push too hard. And even tries to provide some comfort to Phum.

And in these moments with just them, Phum has bursts of courage to show his affection, and show Peem how much he means to him, instead of just telling him.

I don't think this is him being emotionally constipated (he is, no doubt about it, but strangely not as much when it comes to Peem), but more of him being unsure of where he stands with Peem (as I mentioned in last week's post).

Are they just friends because their friend groups merged? Acquaintances forced to be close due to circumstances? Just creditor and debtor? Is the deal all that's holding them together?

Well, Phum needs to find the answers. (Preferably and possibly within the next episode)

*sigh* they're gonna kill me with fluff (and I'm gonna die happy)

This is my favourite scene of this ep. Just crushes cuddling each other with sleep, the rest of the evil world (Kluen) forgotten for the moment.

Ah. I love cuddles even more than kisses, not gonna lie

Also, ep 10 seems promising!

Anyways, that's all for now, see you next week! And if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊

Here, have a bubble tea and a cookie 🧋🍪

[madhatterbri]

Recipe for Disaster | Hangman A.P.

Summary: -Cooking together, and they burn a dish from the Thanksgiving prompts. 18+.

Hangman Adam Page x Reader - They are trying to cook, but Hangman, instead of actually helping, keeps distracting her, with the end result being they burn whatever they were cooking.

Requested by: @cowboywritersworld

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Warning: Shitty dad jokes. 😂🤣

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Fall was Y/N's favorite time of year. The cooler weather and the decorations were two of her favorite things. The last, but certainly not least, favorite part was the baking.

She loved to wow people with her skills. Whenever she and her boyfriend, Adam, were invited to a party, she would be sure to bring a treat. On this particular day, she was baking for her co-workers for work the next day.

Y/N was now in the kitchen baking a pumpkin chocolate chip bread. She managed to find one of her grandmother's old recipes. With all the ingredients neatly organized, she started to make the mixture for the bread.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?" Adam asked while walking in the kitchen. He heard the oven beep to signal it was up to the appropriate temperature to make the bread.

"Just making pumpkin chocolate chip bread for work tomorrow," she answered. Her suspicions about his true intentions for being in there were heightened. Adam was known to steal a couple of chocolate chips when she wasn't looking.

Adam smiled at her. "Can I help?"

"You are just going to steal some chocolate chips, aren't you?" She asked while mixing the bowl.

"Well, that was going to be my tax for helping you, but I could think of other ways," his voice drifted off. His hands gripped her waist from behind her. He bent down. His breath tickled her skin. Sweet kisses landed by her ear. Her most sensitive spot. Her boyfriend came to play today.

Y/N closed her eyes and moved her neck. His lips explored the new territory. When she opened her eyes, she saw his hand in the bag of chocolate chips.

"Adam!" She called out. He quickly backed away. His hand secured some of the chocolate chips for his own enjoyment. Y/N grabbed the wooden spoon from the bowm she was using to mix the ingredients. The thick orange mixture fell inside the bowl.

Her grown boyfriend took off to the kitchen table giggling. He sat on a chair and started to eat his chocolate chips. Y/N's eyes narrowed at him. She turned on her heel to get back to work.

"Let me make it up to you, darlin'. What does a pumpkin use to repair its pants?" He asked. A big cheeky grin appeared on his face.

Y/N stirred the contents in the bowl. Her face scrunched as she thought about the answer. "What?"

"A pumpkin patch,"

The room went quiet until she snorted. A smile broke out at how horrible the joke was. Adam smiled at his girlfriend.

"What did the pumpkin say to its carver?" He asked.

Once again Y/N managed to come up with nothing.

"Cut it out,"

Y/N rolled her eyes at him. The next few minutes were spent this way. Adam tells her the absolute worst dad jokes about pumpkins, and she giggles. The blonde man did anything to make his Y/N laugh.

When the mixture was ready, she poured the contents into a prepared bread pan. Adam insisted on placing the pan in the hot oven. Y/N placed the time to fifty-five minutes.

"You know," Adam started. His lips were dangerously close to her ears again. "I just risked my life putting that pan in an oven that was quite hot..."

"My hero," Y/N spoke. Her eyes rolled at him again.

"And as your hero and entertainment for the last ten minutes, why don't we take this somewhere else?" He asked. His lips teased her spot once more. A hand slid up her flannel shirt.

"Adam," she sighed and looked at the oven timer.

The green numbers showed they still had over fifty minutes. She originally planned to only watch television while she waited. This idea was so much better.

After making her decision, Y/N turned around and kissed him. He smiled in the kiss. She grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom. Their kisses were soft and sweet. She swore she could taste the chocolate chips on his lips.

Adam took things slow. He was in the mood to make love. They hadn't had a downtime like this in a while. Between wrestling shows and her commitments to her job, they usually had to rush things. Not today. The bread in the oven was the last thing on his mind.

Every kiss and touch on her body was calculated. He mumbled how much he loved her. Compliment after compliment fell from his lips. The man was crazy about his woman. He wanted to let her know that.

"Adam, please," she begged. Her body was on fire. Her legs pressed together with the hopes of any friction between them.

"I know, baby," he told her reassuringly. He crawled underneath their blanket. Her legs parted as he kissed her inner thighs. Adam made sure to miss between her legs.

His lips kissed up her stomach. Blonde hair poked through the top of the sheets as he kissed his way up her body. Her nipples were given extra attention. He nipped at her neck before kissing her lips. While their lips connected, he slowly thrusted himself inside of her.

Her moan was suppressed by their kiss. He maintained a slower pace than she had grown accustomed to. Her hips moved to meet his thrusts. The pair separated long enough to catch their breath before locking lips again. He rubbed down her leg. His hand gripped the back of her knee and wrapped it around his waist.

Her fingers snaked through his blonde locks. He buried his face in her neck. His thrusts picked up slightly as he chased his orgasm.

"Adam," she moaned. When his lips nipped at her neck again, she unraveled. Her body clenched around him as she came. He stilled deep inside of her. Her body milked him as he came.

"That was amazing," she complimented.

Adam removed himself from inside of her. He laid next to her. His muscular arms pulled her close to him. Their eyes locked together. His thumb rubbed her cheek softly. After showering the other with compliments, they drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, the oven kept beeping to signal that the bread was finished.

[muffinsin]

Hello muffin tis i, deluded anon with another ask. Tw for ablism i think? I am autistic and get called slurs and mocked for it by my family n friends, such as the r word n whatnot. If theres any issues that cause me stress like putting the cutlery away- they are too loud and hurt my head. Or if my clothes and everything touching me burns n pricks me, being mute on occasions i get told to get a grip n to shut up- then told off later if i was in public. They treat other autistic people differently from me n reassure them that its ok n valid but its not ok for me to be like that. Anyways i dont really do people and am attached to my teddies n plushies- they have feelings. I always take the most care with them n i dont want them to be uncomfortable, they all call me delusional and a not right for loving my plushies (and fictional women)more than them.

So what would happen if the reader were to be autistic and a maid in the castle struggling with some certain tasks and the rest of the maids treating the reader like how ive been treated (if that makes sense. Idk if i’m making sense) so readers kind of like the laughing stock for them, unbeknownst to the sisters until some maid rips a teddy or comfort item.

How would the sisters react to this? I dont think theyd like it nor tolerate it due to cassandra being autistic and daniela having adhd.

I’m sorry this is such a long ask and quite frankly too much of a self centred one. I have no idea if this makes sense- i apologies sincerely if this makes you uncomfortable in any way. Please dont feel pressured to write this.

I can 100% see the rendition of lion king being played out with dani 😂 she would without a doubt try n blag her mother into making her sister make up for being mean to her, like forfeiting a maid to her.



Of course! I’m very curious about this ask tbh and hope I’ll do it justice :)

A few things first up under the cut, if anybody wants to skip to the start of the HCs, it’ll be marked for you😊

TW: ableism, bullying

Let’s get into this! :)

Masterlists

Tbh I’m hoping I’ll be able to get this right! I’m not autistic myself and am only going off what I’ve read here and experiences I’ve been told about by friends.

First thing I want to say hon, is that you are absolutely, 100% valid.

Nobody- and this includes you- deserves to be called slurs or treated wrongly for such reasons. There is no justification to it at all. To treat you differently while claiming to be accepting with others is awful, and I sincerely hope you will find people decent and good enough to accept you, friends especially :)

Also- plushie superiority honestly XP What are their names?👀 Have you got a fav? Or is it an I-love-them-all-equally- situation? Honestly, regarding what you’ve said about plushie love not being okay? I call bs on it. I find plushie love is one of the sweetest there is, even when I don’t have that many myself, I greatly treasure the few plushies I still have. Heck yeah XD

Is the autism and ADHD for Cassandra and Daniela canon? Or a HC?👀 I’ve never heard of it

(Lion king drabble mentioned: here)

Aight that’s it from me! This all probably made little sense, because ironically I cannot comfort at all, I suck at it in most cases, but I hope I still got the key points across somehow XD

Let’s get into it!

(Beginning of the ask)

Bela

She adores you, with all her heart

Bela loves you so much, each part of you

She tries her best to make life as comfortable as possible for you

Even if she can’t always relate to your struggles, she always attempts to ease them

The moment you open up about some of the things troubling you, Bela takes action

She takes special care to ensure the new uniforms are made of fabrics you approve and feel comfortable in, and orders them as soon as possible

Until their arrival, Bela has taken it upon herself to declare to everyone that you are not obliged to wear the old ones

Nobody dares to call you out for working in a shirt instead of the uniform, the order comes from Bela, after all, one of the highest of your superiors, right after Alcina

When the new uniforms are delivered, you can’t help but smile. They’re perfect!

Bela has the old ones disposed of, thrown someplace she can’t be bothered to know

Next, there are the tasks appointed to you

While she normally doesn’t get involved all that much in the staff’s business and shares a mutual respect with the grand chambermaid, she does interfere here

She requests that you are not given tasks in the kitchen as to not get overwhelmed by the loud noises

Nor does she wish for you to work anywhere near the basements

Of course, your lover would never allow you anywhere in the basements, even outside of work, even when she is lurking down there

It’s for safety purposes, most of all

Instead, you are usually appointed calmer places, such as the library or even the castle gardens or greenhouse at times

Bela is flustered whenever you remember to bring her a flower from the outside in winter

Aside from all these things, Bela is your shoulder to cry on, and your pillar to lean on

She never fails to reassure you how much she loves you, and how things you consider as flaws are endearing to her

She knows, sometimes you tend to be quiet, if not entirely mute

After a quick check in whether you’re all right, and you reassure her, she smiles widely

Bela treasures such silence, really

She enjoys to spend time with you, and sometimes silence is just what she needs

After all, the castle can be loud already, especially to her

Wrestling her screaming, kicking and bickering younger sisters all day and night often gives her a migraine

She loves simply cuddling in bed or sitting together, reading together or simply relaxing

Bela doesn’t mind your quietness, and she can easily either make conversation by monologing, or bask in it, even go as far as to close her eyes

She finds these moments precious

She knows nearly everything about you- all except one thing

Life among the staff

Bela doesn’t know of the torment you face, not quite

She doesn’t notice your anxiety when they make fun of you, doesn’t know about how uncomfortable you become when they poke you for fun

She doesn’t know an old uniform has been retrieved from the storage and switched with yours specifically merely to amuse the other staff members

You grit your teeth at the wrong fabric on you, the uncomfortable one that feels entirely too heavy and scratchy

No matter how much you search for the new uniform, it’s hidden far away beyond your grasp

Only when all your duties are done can your change out of it and back into your normal clothing, just in time for Bela to finish work and greet you with a warm smile

You don’t dare tell her, too worried what the other maids will do

After all, Bela can’t dispose of them all

Then there’s the noises…

How often you are brought to the edge of feeling overstimulated and overwhelmed when maids laugh and mock you, forks and knives in their hands as they slap them together

Like sticks hitting a drum, maybe

You are not oblivious to their laughter as you bury your head in your brown teddy bear and fluffy, blue arm sized blanket

Soon, you are indirectly appointed to the kitchens

Not by the grand chambermaid, nor by Bela

You feel uncomfortable at the hands grabbing you by the arms and leading you there

Their reasoning? If you don’t clean up, maidens will be hurt, and it will be your fault

Aside from this, with more hurt maidens and their panic increasing, so will the stress your girlfriend will have to face over trying to manage the castle

They know of your love for Bela, and often use it to have you do things you dislike

Such as picking up all the silverware from the wet sink, drying it in a towel of a texture you dislike, and putting them in the drawers

Their laughter and mockery rings out behind you while you’re made to finish their work

Still, as torturous as all of this is, their newest stunt is incomparable to it

As you find yourself hugging your stuffed bear yet again and cry into its fur at the loud laughter around you, you suddenly feel it tugged from you

Naturally, you try to hold on

Slurs are thrown at you. Mockery

You hear a particular loud cry, a maid calling you a baby, just before you’re suddenly sent back on the bed

You’re holding your teddy- as is the maid tugging it

Tears well up in your eyes as you hold its body, your eyes scanning the unattached leg now dropped to the floor

You feel someone snap their fingers right next to your ear and jump

More laughter

The women around you laugh and mock as you sink to the floor, your teddy and blanket held tight to you as you attempt to grasp the leg

It’s kicked in the corner of the room, and more laughter rings out when you crawl after it quickly

More harsh name calling, until eventually you grasp it

Unsurprisingly, you can’t just push it back on

You aren’t sure how much time passes until your girlfriend finds you

You aren’t even sure when you wandered off to Bela’s room. It’s as if your feet just automatically carried you to your safe place

She immediately swarms to you, her hands hovering by your arms

With a nod of your head, reassuring her it’s okay, she touches you

She immediately feels the change of fabric of your uniform. She knows, this isn’t the right one

Still, golden eyes set on the damaged teddy bear in your hands

Again, she waits for your permission before she pulls you on her lap, knowing you’re so distraught now

She grasps your hands and dries your tears, and gently holds the leg one one hand, the remaining teddy in her other

“He’s broken”, you sob, and Bela is quick to assure you

“Damaged, my dove, not broken”

She promises, she can fix your friend

And true to her word, she does

Urging you to change, she allows you to search her closet for anything that suits you

You watch with wide, hopeful eyes as she takes a sewing kid from one of her many shelves

Thankfully, your beautiful girlfriend enjoys branching out and learning so many new skills…

You watch with wonder as she adds stuffing back into the leg, and even allows you to pick a color to stitch it back together in

Dressed comfortably in her larger clothing and holding onto her pillows and your blue blanket, you watch as slowly, but surely, your friend’s leg is reattached

“He’s on bed rest now, you know”, she teases, hoping to bring a smile to your face

Bela portrays this picture of calmness for you, but rest assured, the moment she knows you’re completely calm and happy again, she will personally see to it that such actions are punished

She demands to know what has been going on with the staff, and offers you your own room, should you not want to move into hers

Bela smiles in self satisfaction as she hand picks the new recruits for cadou experiments, hunts, and, of course, Cassandra’s birthday presents ;)

Cassandra

She cares a lot about you, and is incredibly protective of you

Cassandra tries her best to make you comfortable

She knows, her fast, often dangerous and hectic movements can intimidate or scare away most. She doesn’t want that to happen with you

While Cassandra isn’t the best at listening, she takes in all you say whenever you are made uncomfortable by something

Such as the clanging of her weapons when she carelessly drops them all on a big pile

Her heart breaks a little when you cover your ears at the loud noise caused by metal hitting metal

Was she a dog, her ears would droop down

Instead, she immediately apologizes and tries to still the rocking blades

She makes sure not to clank them against one another again, instead is careful to place them down one by one

She grins widely whenever this earns her a kiss and a smile of yours

Her efforts are certainly not dismissed and ignored!

Then, there’s of course your like and dislike towards certain sensations

She can’t help but giggle when you fall into her bed the first time you touch it

She has all the perfect fabrics!

Cassandra is very picky as it comes to them, too

Her dress is tight, but soft

It doesn’t scratch along her skin and isn’t too soft to make her feel droopy. It’s just perfect to her

Her bed equals this

Soft, satin sheets she likes, and a few large pillows. Not too much, just enough for her to sleep comfortably

You love wearing her clothing. It’s perfect and doesn’t irritate your skin

In return, Cassandra doesn’t mind lending it to you, even if you don’t quite fit into it

All her clothing is custom made, such as Alcina’s dresses and the typical black dresses all three sisters like to wear

The crafter? None other than the famous other Lady of the village

Cassandra makes it a point to ask Donna for clothing made in your size. In return, she is ready to send across a few of the castle’s finest cooking ingredients

It’s working out well, and often she likes to surprise you with a new clothing item of your choice, made of a fabric of your choice

Cassandra doesn’t care for fabrics, merely the feel of them

She allows you to take charge whenever it comes to picking the right ones out

In the beginning, you worry Cassandra will mind your occasional silence

You’re all too happy to notice: she doesn’t

Cassandra talks often, but isn’t quite one for conversation

She likes monologuing, knowing you’re listening to her as she rants about her hunts and her sisters

She doesn’t take your silence as disrespect, though at times randomly reminds herself to check in whether you’d like her to keep talking or stay silent as well for some peace and quiet

She likes to bask in such silence sometimes, to have her head on your lap and play with a few of her flies while you stroke her soft hair

Another thing she’s surprised you by is regarding your stuffed animals

While she hasn’t quite got the connection to them you have, she respects it

Though, she will not allow all of them in her bed. She wants that space all to herself

Still, she is mindful to keep a corner of the bed empty for your stuffed animals, and only growls playfully when you shower them in love, subtly reminding you to place a kiss to her forehead, too

She can’t help but be a little clingy sometimes, after all

Cassandra doesn’t fault you for preferring plushies to humans. She isn’t exactly a fan of them either and rather sees them as nuisances or means to an end, after all

All except you. You’re her precious little human

And Cassandra wants to keep you safe at all times

Yet, there are things even she cannot seem to keep you safe from

Such as the staff members

You know, Cassandra doesn’t get involved with the maiden’s affairs unless to drag one to the basement

She is therefore unaware of the pokes and laughter that follow you sometimes

The slurs whispered your way… you know Cassandra would have their heads for it, yet you can’t seem to bring yourself to tell her

And they know it all too well

Your heart hurts when they talk to you, and in time, you know the only reason for this are dares

Dares, from one maid to another, to talk to you

Entertainment, as they chat and mock you subtly, trying to see how long it takes you to notice

You try to brush it off. To not let it bother you

Cassandra surely wouldn’t let it bother her! She seems so powerful…

Their words regarding this sting. How she could be with someone like you

When you’re allowing them to walk all over you

Some freak, as they say

Their words haunt you hours later even, when your shifts end and you’re cuddled up against Cassandra as she monologues about this and that while showing you her newest dagger

Then, there’s the little stuffed turtle you like to keep in your pocket

It helps you stay calm sometimes, even with the uniform being scratchy and uncomfortable

Often they laugh as they snatch your turtle from you, instead throw her through the air, right above your outstretched hands as you attempt to catch your precious friend

All other stuffed animals are kept safe in Cassandra’s room. All but this one

No one would dare venture into her territory merely to taunt you

No maid is this foolish

You gasp when the turtle is thrown yet again, high in the air in the main hall, right above your hands even as you jump to reach it

Your eyes widen when your precious stuffed animal lands right in the fireplace

Thankfully, not a lit one. It’s summer, thankfully, and the castle is warm enough as it is

But it’s hot, and dirty, and smears black dust and ashes all over the green fur

“Freak”, they taunt as they pass you, crying and attempting to wipe the dirt off

Cassandra finds you easily, having heard your fast heartbeat indicating your panic attack even from the basement

You can merely look up at her as she kneels down, her gloves easily pulled down by her teeth as she holds the little turtle

She’s very careful no blood is smeared on it or you, and opts for staying a little distant upon realising she’s covered in it nearly from head to toe

You don’t seem to mind, you can only look at the turtle, impossibly small in Cassandra’s large hands as strong fingers rub over the dirt gently

A stain remains, and you smile watery. A battle wound, maybe?

The thought comforts you only slightly

You suppose, a scar, a battle wound, wouldn’t be the worst thing…Cassandra has them, after all, scars littering her backside from challenging fights

She won, in the end

Upon demanding what happened, and hearing your tale, Cassandra sees red

She wipes the back of her hand against her lips to clean her bloodied lips, then presses a small kiss to your forehead before she swarms off

In the days to come, plenty examples are maid

Maidens are set free only to be dragged back screaming and badly hurt, begging for forgiveness as they are killed in front of the others

Others are immediately dragged to the basement

And the remaining two that have started it all, are devoured alive in front of the rest of the staff, Cassandra’s warning screamed from their lips

Never, never, will she allow someone to mistreat you again

She keeps a close eye on you, and often opts for having a few flies buzzing around you when you aren’t with her

Daniela

Daniela is a hyper little thing, full of energy and love that she wants to shower you in

She’s very clingy with you, but also incredibly perceptive

More so than her other two sisters, even

She picks up on your slight grimace when it’s dinner time and the rattling of silverware irritates your ears

Without having to tell her, Daniela is more delicate in her movements with her fork and knife- she was the main source of this noise after all, smacking them together because she is generally too energetic to sit still

Instead, she merely swarms around excitedly and annoys her sisters until the food is served

She also notices- you don’t like every clothing item she has to offer

Some just- don’t take your pick, and at first she is a little hurt

She doesn’t understand why, and worries you might think she has horrible taste

Or perhaps don’t want to wear a gift of hers altogether

Daniela tends to overthink fast, and quickly becomes a little hesitant to shower you in gifts when you don’t seem too happy with the two dresses she’s brought you

While she is all for comfort, Daniela doesn’t mind scratchiness of her gowns

Being put in so many of them for balls and events hosted by Alcina, she has learned to ignore the urge to scratch and the annoying itch caused by scratchy sleeves

Overall, she still loves gowns, and isn’t bothered by differences in textures

When you explain to her that you feel differently about this, it’s a little difficult for her to understand

However, Daniela cares about you, and if you tell her this fabric is bad fabric, she’ll tear it to pieces for you, as though you’re her fair maiden and she is the knight protecting you from the fierce dragon!

She often makes slashing noises as she does though, a little too invested in her fantasies

You don’t mind

You think her creativity and fantasy endearing, even

Daniela is curious, though. Often she will randomly swarm to you to ask whether something is good or bad, just out of curiosity, and maybe because she’s turned it into a game

She wants to see if she is getting better at telling what is good and what isn’t, so her surprises and gifts for you are ones you can actually enjoy

She brings you fabrics of gowns and shirts, food and drinks, and even once a very grumpy Bela to question whether her sister feels bad too

She claims she does, with a large, shit eating grin on her face, and you smile as her laughter is heard through the halls when she is chased down for such behaviour, likely made to sit and listen to another lecture of the blonde should she be caught

You find, you look forward to hearing Daniela complain about it

While Daniela can be very loud and hyper at times, and often enough you join in, she doesn’t mind times you’re quiet either

She had no trouble at all leading a conversation, either monologuing or talking for so long and so fast, there’s no way for anybody else to join in anyway

Often, when she notices you’re in a quieter mood, she’ll take control of the conversation until the other person leaves

In return, she only expects a smile, and a kiss to her face

Yet, as much as Daniela dotes on you and coddles you, there are others who are not as sweet

Others, who do not make you feel as welcome

Others, who dare make you feel as though you aren’t normal. Not “right”

The maidens at Castle Dimitrescu can be ruthless, sometimes, especially to outsiders

Being Daniela’s partner has made you an outsider

And having autism has made you their target

They thread carefully at first, knowing you are not only under Daniela’s protection, but by this also under Bela and Cassandra’s

Should they hurt you, it hurts Daniela, after all. Alas, you have three murderous fly women on your side

However…what they don’t know…

It starts off with a group of four who take, seemingly, immense pleasure in taunting you

Their hatred comes from being small minded, and jealous, yet knowing this does nothing to help you

They don’t understand- how come you get to wear a different uniform than them?!

How come you never have to clean up the table and wash the dishes and silverware?

How come you get to work in quiet, reserved locations and get to take so many breaks, while they are to work near the entrance to the dungeons, the screams of their fellow fallen maids taunting them

How come they fear for their life, and you never need to?

You are a target by far too soon

You often find yourself crying and hiding at your bed as they laugh and bicker about, silently wishing Daniela opts for a random visit and slays them all

She doesn’t, and won’t. She isn’t allowed into the maid quarters

Their shrill laughter and loud voices hurt your ears, and as you find yourself clutching one of the stuffed animals not tucked away in Daniela’s room- a grey, knit bear- they laugh even more

Soon, you are titled as a baby and inhuman for your affection towards the stuffed animal

You feel fear shoot through you whenever you don’t find him sitting at your pillow

Often, they wave the teddy in front of you, snickering and commanding this and that

They’re playing God, and for moments you feel as though they are the predators of this castle

With the wish to receive your stuffed animal again, you clean their beds and bring their plates, silverware and cups to the kitchens after supper

Usually, you receive your bear again

Not yet this time, it seems

“Go and get it, if you dare” they snicker as they throw it down the stairs to the basement

You gulp. You know, you aren’t supposed to go down there

No maid is, but especially you

Even Daniela has forbidden you from stepping in the cellars

You shudder at the memory of her truthful description upon being asked what lies down there. Monsters with swords and sickles, mold and blood, pain and the reek of the dead, corpses and torture chambers

But…your bear

You venture down as they snicker, and jump when the door clasps shut behind you

As tears sprint to your eyes, you hear a lock. No going back now, either way

You gulp at the loud whimpers and cries, and the distant screams and groans of the undead

It’s dark, and you can barely make a thing out

You jump when you hear a loud gasp from one of the cells and a hand reaches through the bars, as though to reach you

Immediately, you keep on running

More hands shoot out, some grazing your arm and dirtying your uniform, others mere inches away from your skin

You nearly trip a few times, the floor stony and littered with buckets, thrown over tables and chairs, dull knives and what not

It’s so dark, so that you can barely make out your own hands and the ones reaching for you

You shriek as a body bag drops in front of you, immediately taking off to run another direction

Again, you scream, when you run into something

A monster?! It’s so dark you-

“Uh-“

You blink at Cassandra’s voice, and upon opening your eyes, you find golden ones staring down at you

She seems almost unsure. You aren’t supposed to be in the basements, and were you anybody else, she would have already dug her sickle into you and called you a foolish prey for running right to her

But…you’re Daniela’s

You jump at a second gasp, and whine when another pair of golden eyes sets on you

Thankfully, these do not belong to Bela Dimitrescu. You recognize the light green colour shining through gold in them

Daniela!

She gasps when you run into her, quickly adjusting her hand so you don’t run right into the scalpel you can’t see in the dark

Immediately, her shock is covered by concern when she smells the fear surrounding you

She demands to know what you’re doing her, even if she feels flustered upon thinking you might have missed her and wanted to see her bad enough to venture into the cellars

Upon opening up about the bear, you feel her grasp your hand tightly

She promises, she’s going to find it with you

You nod shakily as Cassandra grins, having just received a reason to go upstairs and cause some more trouble along the maidens

With a lit torch held tightly in Daniela’s hand, it’s by far easier to navigate the dim basement

You realise the hands reaching out were maids, now backed far in the corner of their cells to avoid Daniela’s gaze

But the redhead doesn’t mind them. She is focused on finding your bear

And find him she does, after a while of searching

You nearly whimper when she holds it up between two fingers, the fabric soaked in blood and dirt and a rat having already started to eat away at its side

She hugs you tightly as she explains, it must be disposed of

It’s a major health risk by now, having been exposed to the mold of the basement and who knows what else

You spend the next couple of days entirely in her bed, cuddled up under the covers and crying your heart out between your other stuffed animals

At last, Daniela enters, a nervous smile on her face

You notice her hand behind her back, and lift your head curiously

“So, I know it’s not the same, but I told Bela what happened and asked her to fix it…”, she trails off

You can’t help but smile and cry as she pulls her hand to the front, a bear, knit nearly perfectly and in the exact same colour as yours, sitting in her palm

“She’s actually really good at this stuff. I made her make me an octopus. I named her Sally”

[kellykswift]

so guys. its time for a new manifestation - Vienna n3!

since Robin worked amazing last time… i decided to make more daisy hats. there will be around 3-4 this time

so…..Taylory if you see those hats, Vienna, n3…

I beg you to play Florida!!!

its for my girlfriend. the most supportive non taylor fan and best person ever.

let me present my points why she deserves to hear florida!!!

1. she went with me from europe to the US last year to see taylor because i couldn’t stand the fact not knowing if there will be an european leg

2. during all too well, she stood up, bought us beer and merch!!! she giggled about it because apparently she was alone in the hallway😂

3. i decided to collect vinyls (well only taylor’s so far) she bought a nice shelf

4. i was fucking obsessed with the pirelli calender where karlie was part of. when i got it, she picked a really nice spot and we discussed the estethics

5. her favorite song is lavender haze, the felix jaen version, but she always makes sure whenever i feel bad to put on a REP song.

6. she made a shirt for the show. but daddy i love her. at my bday party (taylor themed) she took the red shirt and made it something like: never let her go. i didnt ask her to do it

7. when its my turn to chose a movie, she asks: reputation, miss americana, lover in paris or the one on Disney wirh jack (she loves bleachers). but not the eras tour(since i livestream a lot) and i always have to promise to not get crazy while watching 😂

8. we went to tomorrowland and she made a friendship bracelet for me because she knew that i ll miss the surprise songs those days.

9. when we met, she wanted to give me taylor tickets to rep for our anniversary. (She had no clue, how hard it is to get those. )

But the point is. she listened to me from the beginning. and i know that florida!!! will be her no1 spotify song because that’s basically the only song she not only knows the lyrics but actually sings them. (she knows all of them, thanks to me but she is not into country taylor unfortunately .)

what i am trying to say here. i am a selfish bitch most of the time but i would like to see my girlfriend freaking out over one of Taylors songs. so pls taylor. i know we cant get her florence to vienna for a duett but pleaseplay florida!!! vienna night3! its a saturday.

so….

happy wife happy life. please play florida!!! for vienna n3 .

thanks!

[hitomisuzuya]

Hey suzu! I just woke up and as I always say, dont forget to drink lots of water snd dont overeork yourself!!

And its time for my daily request 😁❤️

What if fem reader is sparring with Kazuha and then at that moment either reader or Kazuha trips and falls and drags the other person with them and then things get a lil heated from there 👀👀👀👀 NSFW!

Kazuha x fem! reader. Sparring. A dash of smut at the end.

a/n: For you, Kichi my love❤️ Here is the pitch with a virtual kiss blown. I hope you enjoy. I just woke up for a nap and this will get me geared up and ready to go again.

Sparring matches between you and Kazuha were something relaxing for both you. A good way to unwind and go a little ham (in a controlled way) with your Visions.

It was like playing a fun game. And sometimes it turned into foreplay.

"What's wrong, Kazu~? You seem a little slow today," you taunted, grinning as you dodged a gentle swipe of his sword. "I know how you are in the bedroom. You have more stamina than this."

Kazuha could hear that you were starting to pant while you talked. You laughed, and it sounded more evident you didn't exactly have that much stamina left either.

Okay so maybe you were a little evil. You often used sex as a weapon against him to throw him off and give you opening. More like you wielded it like a child that had a fun new toy to play with.

And it worked every. Single. Time.

Kazuha blushed and hesitated.

That was when you swooped in, ready to declare your victory. You were so enthusiastic about it that you didn't notice the smooth, round rock laying right where your foot was going to land* when you dashed forward.

Kazuha had to give you credit. You were good at thinking on your feet, even if it was a reflex for you to reach out and grab onto him when you fell.

You tumbled backwards, pulling him down with you. Kazuha wasted no time in pinning your shoulders beneath his hands while he straddled you. "It looks like I have won, my dear," Kazuha said, chuckling as he leaned down to kiss you. He was eager to claim his prize.

Which was you and your lips.

It wasn't long before things turned heated. Remember, you were the 'mean' one here. You deserved this, as happy as your were with the outcome, your embarrassment over tripping after boasting so proudly melted away.

You could feel your lips starting to swell from how earnestly Kazuha was kissing you. His hand has pulled your shirt and your bra down. He was going to take his time teasing you, groping and pinching your nipples, grinding himself between your legs in a teasing fashion.

*I accidentally typed laid instead of land 😂

[bellysoupset]

I love love LOVE this new Wen + Max (+ Vin) trilogy 😍

The hospital not being able to afford Wendy going above her hours and then threatening to request a phsych eval. God, girl, you need some rest, go and get it!!

The text messages between her, Jonah, and Bella were hilarious. Wendy needed them so bad to realise she could just go and be with Vince lol.

70% lingerie? Go, girl!!

Vince in detention duty? Now I want to see that. But poor Wen though, she was so frustrated with the headache already and all she wanted was Vince 🥺

Being on the road with a migraine must suck so bad.

Thank God for Max's need to suuubtly follow her. Being A Nice Person indeed. He knew Wen was nauseous immediately because he is so familiar with the signs himself. Poor thing. The both of them.

"Hurl and then I'll drive you"😳 jkgkfkfkg

Max continuously calling Wen gorgeous!! Hell yes.

Oh Max is going to get a heart attack if these two keep fainting on him. He was SO panicked for a sec there.

"Polar bear of a boyfriend" couldn't be more accurate.

Poor girl was on the verge of crying in pain and Max just kept talking because he was worried and frustrated by her request to stop it then unintentionally made it worse. Oh my heart.

Then he took her to Vin's place and wanted to stop her tears and pain so badly, but didn't know how. I feel like Max wanted Vince to arrive more than Wendy herself did lol.

Vin was sooo confused and guilty when he finally got home, but he immediately jumped into caretaking. The contrast of him being that familiar with Wen's migraines and Max just feeling totally out of place, not knowing what more to do to help. Then the way Max was so eager to grab the meds when Vin asked him to that he almost tripped over himself. Baby.

Vince was so grateful for Max' help, and Max got red in the cheeks and butterflies in his stomach from Vin's smile just to turn the situation into a comedy with the puked on shirt.

Btw what do you mean you feel like you don't make it clear enough that Vince loves Wendy more than his life? No way. Soup, I only need to read a single sentence from Vin to Wendy and it's clear as day even if they are not as "dramatic" as you put it. Better yet, Vin can stay silent even and I would know he is head over heels in love with Wendy just by his actions and mimic. Like, just look at the beginning of the third part. Vin showed up with food and tulips because he didn't want Wen to have lunch alone 🥺😍 How would this not be clear?  You describe their connection so well, Soup. There is no need to worry.

I should truly shorten these asks I'm sending, but I don't want to send 10 separate ones and I simply can't shut up, I'm sorry.

Back to part 3. Vince is understandably worried about Wen and her constant need to be busy and not be alone. Working that much is not healthy.

I loved his reaction to Wendy wanting to have lunch with Max then him just asking the guy so casually like 'my girlfriend wants to take you out for lunch'. Max' face must have been something else 😂

It's so obviously Wendy to just invite Max for lunch as thanks. Will she get him a nice shirt to replace the one she puked on like she did to Vince back then? 👀

Max let Wen pick the place because it didn't matter, he was going to end up sick anyways. Poor thing I feel so bad for him for having such a sensitive tummy. (But I really enjoy reading about his suffering, damn 🙈)

I love that we got to know more about Max and Wen's background and that he felt a bit more understood with Wendy's family not being perfect either.

"Should've told you my gut is a temperamental bitch" "Like its owner?" God, I love her

Max felt so embarrassed to be seen sick and Wendy was like 'nope, I'm a doctor and you saw me being sick too, now let me help'.

I'm going to shut up now because this ask is beyond huge already. Hope you have fun reading all this.

- 💜

Vin in detention duty would be PITIFUL! He's such a pushover and teenagers are not at all his demographic as a teacher, he'd just be "😐 guys I know none of us want to be here, so let's just try and be nice and yeah, sure you can watch tiktok I guess- Sure, let's watch some youtube videos..." then the principal never again puts him on detention duty

Max is SO overwhelmed by these people, between Vin and Wendy he had such a month, most emotional month he's had in a very long time. I'm so happy you enjoyed his POV!!

Btw I love the idea of Wen giving him a shirt like she did with Vin, crazy parallel I hadn't even noticed. Stealing that!

Wendy really does need to calm. down. Her, Jon and Luke are ridiculous overworking people who need someone in their life telling them to just go sit in a corner for a while, thanks. These really tend to be the dynamics I gravitate to!

[thedevilrisen]

Oh your so kind!!! Love to hear all about the new AU?!?!?!

So here it goes, my random thoughts for this wet friday night;

I love seeing these clips of Sid interacting with the kids in his hockey school etc. Especially when the children seem to always call him 'Sidney Crosby' using his full name. 🫠 I might have watched one clip a few too many times

I'm loving the looks EK gives his Captain. The man loves him.

Ben Hunt always plays good for QLD but yet sucks hard when he plays for my club team the Dragons. Who I am scared may be battling the tigers for the spoon

Why doesn't McDonalds mcflurry the ice cream anymore? This M&M mcflurry is disappointing and shoulda gotten a sundae.

I want to believe Nova has some habits that drive Sid absolutely crazy. Makeup scattered over the bathroom counter, shoes never in their place in her room or near the door. They are always left until the dinner table. If she borrows his car she doesn't turn down the music when she gets out so when he goes to turn on the engine he's blasted with some loud tune.

Last Nova thought I had from earlier in the week, Sid spying a nice little mark on her neck/collarbone area left by her pretty boy friend Luke 👀

Okay that might be it. Probs not because I'm a chatterbox. Sorry its alot just blurting all that out. Don't have to reply to this word vomit.

Please share your random thoughts 💛

ps. You survived the week of exams etc. That's a huge achievement. You should be so proud. Now hopefully you can relax and have a stress free night hopefully

-🐨

EK wants some of that. Bet he wants to squish Sid’s little giggling face. 🫣

Would it be wrong of me to say he ha a purpose to play for in QLD 😂. Also, Billy Slater as a coach is pretty great, I was listening to a podcast on him and it’s so interesting!

They are flat chat getting the fucking machine working as is! Anything with casein in it makes me so sick so I stay away from all that dairy stuff! KFC and Red Rooster are better.

I bet you she does. When she crochets, random bits of wool left lying around. Shoes next to the shoe rack instead of on it. When she unloads the dishwasher putting the forks in the knife section of the drawer. He 100% got in the car one day and the chorus of beautiful things was playing and his ears died.

She is wearing Luke’s shirt too, and it’s to large in the neck and all he sees is this purple mark and he basically tackles her to get a closer look and gives her the most ‘you let him do this, I’m going to kill him’ look.

Please, talk all you want I love it! Honestly my thoughts, I have a few.

Scottlin plays the electric guitar which annoys the crap out of most but Luke loves it and so does Connor. Connor makes sure to go to all her bands gigs!

Nova is big into pranks, because of Flower. So when she gets a text from him saying ‘$400 if you take the wheels of your dads car’ she just obviously says yes!

what else you got for me tonight! 🖤💛

[typicalopposite]

Uhhhhh it’s been a while 😂😮‍💨 thanks @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag!

Soooooo I bring yall two snippets today!

First from ch 3 of my psych fic (I know, You know)

Carlton sits up in his wasn’t-supposed-to-be empty bed, and for the first time in a long time it feels way too big. He thinks he might downgrade to a twin to eliminate that feeling once and for all. It’s his day off, and he really just wants nothing more than to be at the station, if for nothing more than to get his mind off of Victoria.

He burns his first pot of coffee and, like most things he has cared for in his life, he pours it down the drain. 

There are multiple missed texts and a few calls on his phone, so he leans against the counter while he waits for the second pot to brew and goes through them. A voicemail from the chief letting him know the case O’Hara and Spencer were working on wrapped up sometime during the early morning. A text from O’Hara– even though he has repeatedly told her how he feels about texts; but as much as he would never admit it he does care for her as a partner, and so he deals with them – just saying: Case closed! I hope your date went well. There’s also multiple texts from Spencer that he seriously has half a mind to ignore, but he opens them anyway. 

7:05 am - hey buddy :D sorry about last night but remember in the words of the great thomas jefferson its always darkest before the dawn.

7:07 am - gus says its actually thomas fuller that said that 

7:07 am - but i've heard it both ways

7:10 am - listen how about you get yourself all lassitered up and meet us at the judge for yourself cafe at 8 for some chocky chip waffles my treat

7:11 am - well gus’ treat

7:15 am - change of plans gus said he isn’t treating anyone to waffles so how about you just meet me there at 9 and we will enjoy the delicious waffles without him

7:15 am - but with his card of course. see you there!  :)                          

Carlton stares at the messages, reads through them once more, then lays his phone down on the counter. If he was even considering meeting Spencer for breakfast, it would be solely for the free food on Guster and no other reason. That's a big if anyway.     

And the second is from a 9-1-1 fic that may or may not ever see the light of day but it’s like 15k already and I just need to share it somewhere 👀👀

If Tommy knew he was up drinking this early he would be pissed. 

Okay… he wouldn’t be pissed; he’d be disappointed, maybe; saddened, definitely. Unsurprisingly, the thought of either of those bother him way worse. 

He takes a sip anyway. 

It’s the burn as it goes down. It’s the floatiness he feels once it gets into his bloodstream. It’s the release of dopamine, and serotonin, once it hits his brain. He needs it. He needs to not care. He needs to forget; because if he doesn’t he is going to spiral into insanity… and for now the possibility of spiraling into alcoholism seems a little more tolerable than that. 

He takes another sip.  

It’s been two weeks and the memories still hurt as bad as the reality did that day in the hospital. 

Buck downs the rest of his glass, hides it and the bottle in the cabinet under his side of the sink and walks out of the bathroom. He passes the big mirror in their room and stares at himself for a while before finally pulling off his shirt exposing his bare muscular and toned torso; the lightning scar, so much lighter now but still very much visible; the surgery scar, small and new. It’s still tender to the touch. He presses his fingers to it anyway.

And there ya have it!!! Tagging @scripted-downfall and maybe she will actually do it this time 😒😒😊

[bitbybitwrites]

I know its not Wednesday any more . . I'm so behind on a lot of things!

Want to say thank you to : @forabeatofadrum , @wordsofhoneydew , @myheartalivewrites and @onthewaytosomewhere for tagging me.

My next fic I'm going to update is my RWRB kid!fic, Puppy Love, but I don't want to give anymore away for that chapter today.

However, just got the lovely idea for a new RWRB fic and I'll drop a moodboard here and a few lines for you. Tentatively named after a famous quote from Pride and Prejudice and influenced by the news I discovered today that Colin Firth's famous wet shirt outfit from the 1995 P&P miniseries is about to go on auction! ( I wish I could bid on it, but seriously don't have THAT kind of money.)

I shall dub thee the online auction!AU 😂

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a goddamn actual prince who apparently owns or could own everything imaginable under the sun, must be in want of something original for his birthday. Or so Alex has convinced himself to believe. Let’s be honest. Henry grew up in a freaking palace and probably had people who could fetch him anything he wanted, should he have asked.  But the one thing Alex always loved about his boyfriend, was that Henry wasn’t a person who coveted possessions.  He didn’t have an inherent need to own anything in particular. Hell, Alex was sure if he presented himself naked with a big red bow tied around his dick on Henry's birthday, the love of his life would grin, call it a day and tackle him to the bed. But Alex, as always, was determined to do better than that.

Here we go a tagging for anyone who wants to share their works in progress: @kirakiwiwrites, @little-escapist, @gleefuldarrencrissfan, @madas-ahatters-world, @datshitrandom, @justgleekout, and anybody else who sees this and want to share what they are working on, come on and jump in!

[adrianathetransbitch]

Sorry for the holdup about the fic, I was spending Christmas with my family 😂 anyway, the fic is dark(if you couldn't tell from the first part and oh, yeah I forgot to mention that one of the events is inspired by my life... (Peterson R*****g Nicky) so I used my experience so I could treat it with respect that it needs so yes, now I present to you:

Act:3: Intro

Nicky Roth is washing up his plates in his one room apartment that he bought with his left over college funds. (this version of act 3 takes place in 2008 FYI)

All of a sudden a bald man with a toothpick in his mouth and a tropical shirt shows up, (it's his landlord) placing a note on Nicky's door.

Nicky opens the door. As he sees it, gets to packing his bags and goes to his car, calling his parents.

Turns out that they are on holiday and had left the key under the porch, letting him stay for 2 weeks until they comeback and get him sorted with a new place before summer ends.

So, Nicky drives home.

To Raven Brooks.

(Alpha 2 intro goes here)

But instead of the phone call Nicky gets in the original game, he instead sees a newspaper on his doorstep "Peterson found dead in his cell", Nicky looks at the words written as he then sees images of his past the neighbours face grinning at Nicky, Nicky's bruise and scars, Petersons face behind the glass in visitation and Nicky being on a hospital bed.

Nicky runs to the bathroom and vomits violently and cries, passing out on the bathroom floor.

Act: 3

Nicky wakes up and sees the neighbours house, fully renovated and with 5 floors and a makeshift windmill on top with a rollercoaster around the whole house, he isn't I raven brooks, he's in his own made-up town of catharsis.

This house kinda works like the "HN: diaries" house, with the elevators, cameras and limited attempts. (10 in specific)

The fear rooms are back but with a new addition, "memory cells".

Memory cells are flashbacks, plain and simple, you have the "basement cell", the "prison cell" and the "friend cell".

They are all very self explanatory.

Ending 1: suffer:

The bad memories draw Nicky to end it all, this ending is accomplished by being caught 10 times and experiencing "basement cell" or anything of the other cells/fear rooms.

Ending 2: buried with my memorys:

The neighbor buries Nicky in his dream, burring him and his memories in catharsis forever. Accomplished by being caught 10 times.

Ending 3: wake up:

You wake up and remember it but you feel like you barely know anything else. Achieved when only going into the basement and experiencing the fear rooms.

Ending 4: it hurts to remember but helps to understand:

Aka the truth ending:

Nicky experiences it all but when opening the basement door, there is now a room.

The final boss: The child eater:

A huge inside out, mechanical and fleshy monster, resembling the neighbor.

Beaten by using the powers you get from the fear rooms and beating it into an inch of its life, you wake up, covered in tears and vomit with a note right next to you saying "the past is a key to the bright future my child, with a golden apple coin next to it.

[uselessmicrowave]

Hi,can you do a matchup for tfp(and-or)rid (and-or)tfa.(whatever you feel like honestly,even if it's just one of the above)

I am a fem with mid length thick dark brown very wavy hair(borderline curly).I have big brown eyes kinda round and almond shaped at the same time.I love exercise so I am relatively fit.My face is a bit rounded(big cheeks) with some angles.I am very pale but have a lot of moles one or two in my face but most in my arms and torso.I also have this weird birthmark(a tag in my one ear).In terms of fashion i like darker clothing with an occasional dash of pink since it's something that looks good on me.Flared pants,jean and leather jackets,leather bags from when my grandpa was in the army bcs they are functional and stylish(also they still look brand new) custom made bags with rock bands and a bag that looks like a duck(i like ducks).I also like custom made shirts with jokes regarding my personal interests (books,series ect...) and my messed up sleep schedule.

At first glance I am a bit reserved but if I am made comfortable I will open up(i kinda choose the people I will open up to).I love sarcasm and very dark humor.I will joke around a lot and I want to encourage people around me to be happy. I deeply love learning information in every form.I study physics because I love astronomy and I want to become an astronomer but I am also a big history/archeology/mythology nerd.In my free time I love learning new stuff(psychology, law, history ,random facts ect...),reading,working out and listening to music(fav song:soltitude).I like art a lot,drawing,reading about it,going to museums and exhibitions.I also love going out on nature and on all sorts of adventures but I dont have the right person to do that with.I deeply love nature and the sea since I grew up in an island.(I dont know if it helps but I am an intj)

I have clear goals in life,I am very ambitious,patient,curious and diplomatic but still have a bit of a nihilistic approach to life(in a good sense,to fuel questions about the world around me).

As I said before I can be quite reserved and appear as cold but I am a very sensitive person,an extreme overthinker.I feel insecure because when I get too comfortable/excited my voice gets really loud,I get all giddy and I have been told off about it enough times.I dont know how to receive a compliment or acts of friendship/kindness because growing up I had very bad experiences in school.However I like to be there for people and I want them to feel good around me.I like helping a lot by solving problems and being kind but I hate myself for it because I feel like I am showing weakness (but once I realise someone is a friend I am THERE no matter what)I also am the "I told you so" kind of friend but I am not judging(quite the opposite) .I deal with anxiety and I get lonely around people but I dont let it affect my social life,I really push myself out there no matter what and I always push myself to get back on my feet and keep going after bad experiences because we only have one life and we have to make the most of it.

I also am a very calm even during arguements,until someone crosses a line and hell breaks loose.

Sorry if its too long but I usually get carried away with requests,i hope its okay(maybe this it why only once in my life I got a request done by someone😂)

Hello anon! I’m matching you up with TFA Prowl and TFP Knockout + Breakdown!

Prowl

You can’t see it when you first meet, but he has heart-optics when he first sees you.

Prowl will often offer to go see the ducks in a park pond and feed them with you (even if it isn’t technically allowed to feed them).

Loves the way you dress, reminds him of bright flowers in a dark forest.

He’ll try to help you with straightening out your sleep schedule.

Appreciates that you will give him his personal space. He’s also very shy to touch, so instead of both of you being very embarrassed, you’ll sit close to him while meditating.

KO+BD

It’s alright that you feel adverse to touch, but that’s their primary love language and they feel bad for leaving you out if you don’t join in cuddling.

Breakdown also has a pretty dark taste in humor, so you’ll reflect on that and joke about things going on in the war.

They always fuel into your giddiness, never ever shutting you down unless it’s something very serious.

Knockout overthinks a lot of things, playing into more anxiety. If you spend some quality time with him though, the worries will slip away from him. You could be doing anything with him, so long as it’s in an upbeat mood and with you.

They give you so many compliments and when you respond with confusion or adversity they know something’s wrong.

[moni-logues]

A Fine Line 3

Pairing: Namjoon x f!reader (ft. Hoseok)

Genre: roommates/enemies-to-lovers, non-idol!au

Word count: 5k

Summary: It’s time to rebuild your life. You’ve got a new job, a new apartment, and a future that might be bright. The only problem? Your new roommate.

Content: reader throws up

Huge thank you to M @here2bbtstrash for being an alpha beta 😂

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3 – It’s Not Complicated 

You woke with the certainty that if you moved, you would definitely be sick. You could handle your alcohol but you absolutely could not handle the hangovers. You slowly turned your head, looking for the glass of water you always kept on your bedside table when you suddenly remembered you weren’t at home. This was not your bed. This was not your T-shirt. You groaned, the onslaught of mixed emotions making you wish you the hangover would just kill you already. You knew you had seen it clearly last night; you knew you had somehow got things figured out but now, in the nauseating throes of the consequences of your own actions, it eluded you.  

“Morning,” Hoseok said from the doorway, walking over to kneel next to you. He put a glass of water and a box of painkillers on the bedside table. “How are you feeling?” 

You squinted your eyes at him. 

“Why don’t you feel like this?” you asked him, your voice croaky, your mouth desert dry. He chuckled. 

“I’ve already taken some of these and drunk my bodyweight in water,” he laughed. “I have to work today, so couldn’t wallow in bed even if I wanted to.” 

Fuck. You knew that was his polite way of telling you to get the hell out of his apartment but you really didn’t want to spew over this poor guy’s bedsheets.  

“Thanks,” you said weakly. “I’ll get up in a sec; I just need my stomach to stop lurching.” 

“Oh, don’t worry, take as much time as you need. I have to go in a few minutes but you can stay as long as you like.”  

“What? But what if I steal from you? Or, I don’t know, vandalise your apartment?” 

“You literally can’t even lift your head up right now, so I’m not really worried about that,” he replied, laughing. “Here.” He placed a tablet against your lips and, when you took it into your mouth, lifted your head just enough so he could tip the glass and you could swallow it down. 

“How do I know you’re not trying to poison me or give me an overdose?”  

“Guess you don’t.” He winked at you and held the box in front of your face so you could see it was just ibuprofen. He stood. “I have to go. Help yourself to whatever; I’ve left my number for you in case you need anything.” With that, he left, and you sank back in the bed, desperately trying to go back to sleep, hopeful that if you woke up again in a few hours, your hangover would be a thing of the past.  

Your mind whirled, and not just because of the alcohol. Namjoon kept coming back to you and you thought about last night, a blush creeping its way up your neck. A pang of guilt hit you; Hoseok deserved better than you climaxing thinking of another man. You thought about the sex; you remembered your embarrassment and shame with a shudder but your lasting impression was one of clarity and freedom. It had been… incredible but it wasn’t about the pleasure he’d given you, the sounds he’d worked out of you or the sheer intensity of him inside you. It was also his straight-forward insistence that you both get what you want; it was the way he looked at you so openly and made you open up to him.  

You thought about what Lina had said and the way you felt as though Namjoon was constantly pushing himself into every part of your life, creeping into your mind, always unwelcome.  

And then you thought again. Because it wasn’t always unwelcome. You thought about the number of times you’d touched yourself to the thought of him and shame started to creep up on you but you forced it back. Was it shameful to want someone? Was it shameful that thinking about him now, even worse for wear as you were, was making you warm? You decided not. All the effort you’d been putting into suppressing your desire for him suddenly dissipated. Just because you wanted to fuck him didn’t mean he had to know about it. He couldn’t read your thoughts and, even if he could, so what? You were allowed to want it, weren’t you? Why not? It didn’t have to mean anything but you had been letting it unravel you all this time. Your heart raced and you suddenly felt desperate for fresh air.  

You made it to Hoseok’s kitchen sink, heaving the contents of your stomach into the clean, steel unit. The strong alcoholic fumes rising from your bile only made you gag further. You turned on the tap and put your mouth under it, drinking desperately. You immediately threw it back up again. You heaved and heaved until there was absolutely nothing left inside you and then you sank to the floor. Admittedly, that had made you feel better. You found your phone in your bag on the counter and checked for messages from Lina, not expecting any, but there they were. 

‘Please be safe.’  

‘If you need someone to come and get you, I can send Al.’ 

Your stomach flipped. She was so gracious and you had been so ungrateful.  

You unlocked your phone to type a reply to her but you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t agree that you’d thrown your heart at Namjoon when you met and you didn’t think you’d blown the roommate things out of proportion. You had been running from your desire for him, trying to disconnect yourself from it as if it was separate from you, a thing apart, a thing he was doing to you, not something that you were experiencing within yourself. She was right that you wanted to fuck him but she was wrong about the rest. You knew she was. But that didn’t mean you had been right.  

Taking a deep breath, you typed without thinking.  

‘Lina, I’m so sorry. I hope you got home ok. I shouldn’t have said those things to you; it was uncalled for and untrue. I’m grateful to have you as my friend and I’m sorry. Please forgive me.’ 

You wanted to tell her that you wanted to talk to her, that you had so much to tell her but you knew you couldn’t ask for that. Not now. Not yet. You clutched your phone, hoping she would respond immediately, knowing that she wouldn’t. You waited a few minutes, staring hard at your blank phone screen and then gave up. 

Next step was getting dressed and you crawled back to the bedroom, looking for your dress. Hoseok had folded it, and your soiled underwear, and placed it on the arm chair in the corner of the room. Beneath your clothes was a pair of jogging bottoms and a note. 

‘Wear these home if you want.’ 

You did want. Or at least, you didn’t want to have to go home in last night’s dress. As you slipped the trousers on, you felt as if you were slipping a little bit of Hoseok on, too. You wanted to take his attitude with you when you left his apartment.  

The air was surprisingly cold and the sky was bright as you stepped outside. You walked to the nearest corner shop and bought the first carbs you could find, not even waiting until you were out of the shop to shove them in your mouth. Having emptied your stomach, you were now ravenous. 

You wanted to walk home, but Hoseok hadn’t given you shoes and you only had your heels from the previous night. He had given you socks, so you had made the decision to go shoeless, carrying your heels in your hand. You couldn’t walk all the way home with no shoes and you honestly didn’t really want to spend that much time in public; you might not be in a mini dress at 10am on a Saturday morning but your outfit – and the clothes and shoes in your hand – still screamed ‘morning after’. You called a taxi and were back at your apartment all too quickly.  

You assumed Namjoon would be out or locked in his studio – either way, that you wouldn’t have to see him, but there he was, on the sofa as you walked in. When he looked up at you, you stopped in your tracks. He looked at your outfit and the dress in your hand. 

“Good night?” he asked, expression unreadable.  

What had felt so clear to you in Hoseok’s bed was suddenly muddy. You no longer felt undone by his eyes alone, but you still felt angry. It flared within you insistently as you looked back at him. What did he care? What business was it of his? You noticed the balled-up sheets of paper on the coffee table, obviously ripped from the notebook on his lap. You noticed the iced coffee sweating directly onto the coffee table with no coaster. You looked at the dress in your hand and Hoseok’s clothes on your body. Ok, so you wanted to fuck Namjoon, but that didn’t suddenly make him a good person. And it didn’t give him power over you. Sleeping with Hoseok, him taking you out of your head, had shown you that you had your own power; you didn’t have to concede anything to anyone, not if you didn’t want to.  

You looked back at him, still sitting quietly on the sofa, looking at you. 

“Fuck off, Namjoon”. Not waiting for his response, you walked straight into the bathroom and, stripping off Hoseok’s clothes, got under the shower.  

Namjoon was nowhere to be seen when you came out and you were grateful. You felt a huge weight had been taken off your shoulders and you knew that you’d at least be able to tolerate his presence without creaming yourself to death, but you still didn’t want him around. You didn’t respect him. You couldn’t respect someone who showed so little respect for their shared living space. If anything, you thought to yourself, taking ownership of how much you wanted to fuck him had made it so much clearer that you did hate him. The two weren’t mutually exclusive after all.  

You sat on your bed and held your phone. Lina still hadn’t replied.  

You: Thank you for last night. And this morning. Let me know how I can get your clothes back to you 

His reply was almost instant. 

Hoseok: My pleasure 😉 😉 glad you had fun. What are you doing on Tuesday? 

You grinned to yourself. What an excellent distraction he was going to be.  

Lina replied on Sunday and was, as ever, entirely too gracious. You met in a café, halfway between each of your houses. You were nervous. You needn’t have been. She appeared to have forgiven you entirely and you relayed the later events of Friday night in hushed tones, hoping not to broadcast all the most salacious details to everyone within earshot.  

She sighed when you finished and looked at you, almost expectantly. 

“That’s the conclusion you’ve come to?” she asked. “That you can want to fuck him and hate him at the same time and those are your true feelings?” 

You nodded. She looked uncertainly at you and chewed on her bottom lip. 

“Go on, Lina, you can say it. I promise I won’t be a cunt about it this time.” 

“You know that’s stupid, right? I don’t know how you think that’s any different from before.” 

“Because it is!” you cried. “Before, I hated him and refused to admit I wanted to fuck hi-” 

“You literally masturbated thinking about him!” Lina hissed quietly. “How could you do that and think that you didn’t want to sleep with him?!” 

“… I don’t know.” She had you there. “I don’t know; I was lying to myself, what can I say? My point is that he doesn’t have power over me anymore; he can’t affect me.” 

“So you don’t hate him?” 

“No, I still hate him.” 

“Isn’t that him having an effect on you?” 

“No.” It made perfect sense to you but Lina did not look convinced.  

“You were right, y/n, in that I don’t know a lot about this. I did get together with Al when we were young; he was my first boyfriend and now he’s my husband and I’ve never done all this sort of thing before-” 

“No, Lina, I didn’t mea-” 

“No, it’s fine,” she said, a little too sharply and you knew that your words still rankled, even if she had decided to forgive you. “You were not entirely wrong. I’ve never hate-fucked anyone; what do I know? But I’m just putting it out there that I don’t believe you and I still think this could blow up in your face. Especially if you’re going to get involved with someone else, too.” 

“I don’t think it’s like that with Hoseok,” you said, but you weren’t certain. You didn’t want to date him; you didn’t want a relationship or to get entangled in all those sorts of feelings, but you didn’t know how he felt about it. You wondered how you’d bring it up with him; if you felt differently from each other, that would definitely throw a spanner in the works.  

Lina raised her eyebrows at you as if giving you a warning.  

“I’ll clear things up with Hoseok, but I’m sure he doesn’t think it’s like that either. This is just going to be for fun.”  

“Do clear things up. Don’t run away with this and leave a trail of broken hearts in your wake, ok? I mean yours, too.”  

She was worrying over nothing, you were sure. You were full to the brim with confidence and vim and vigour. You felt light and that lightness carried you through the next few days. Where, previously, you had felt rage simmering under the surface almost constantly while you were at home, constantly on edge, unable to relax, seeing stress and red rags everywhere, you now felt like you were above it. He was around much more than he had been before, no longer always coming back from work in the small hours; you heard him moving around in his studio, music playing intermittently, most days. It meant that his mess increased, the visible signs of his life piling up around you. And they still made you angry. The anger was still there, every time you trod on another ear bud or had to do the dishes because he had managed to use every single plate and bowl in one day, but you felt like it couldn’t touch you. He couldn’t touch you. You were satisfied, smug even. Rather than compulsively trying to keep your own things in perfect order, you realised you could afford to be a little messy. It was your apartment, too, after all. Two could play at that game. You decided to take up as much space as you wanted.  

If Namjoon noticed the change, he didn’t say anything. At least not at first. Now that you weren’t hiding in your room so much, you realised that he wasn’t always holed up in his studio, either. He often sat on the sofa, notebook on his lap, laptop on the coffee table, writing. Or he sat stretched across the armchair, reading. Or he lounged, scrolling on his phone. Or he made a thousand coffees in the kitchen and cleaned up after none of them.  

He never brought up that Saturday morning when you told him to fuck off and you got the feeling that he was avoiding the issue. You didn’t speak much at all, not properly anyway. Emboldened by your new confidence, most of what you said to him was ‘can you move your shit?’ and ‘will you fucking turn it down?’. He rarely said anything in response, simply acquiescing to your request in silence. You noticed more than once the muscle in his jaw twitch as he got up to address the mess in question and he didn’t look at you, but he never said anything. You heard him some nights, on the phone in his bedroom, his voice suddenly lowering to a faint rumble; he sounded insistent, emphatic but you couldn’t make out any of his words. You wondered if he ever talked about you. Not that you cared. Obviously.  

It was early evening and you were in your bedroom, freshly showered, sitting on your bed and working up the energy to deal with your hair when he knocked at your door. You opened the door with a sigh. 

“I’ve got people coming over tonight,” he said simply.  

“Ok.” 

“I didn’t know if you’d want to move your… stuff before they got here.” He gestured to the airer in the living room, where your underwear was currently drying. You shrugged. 

“Do you want me to move it?” 

“Well, I don’t know. It’s not mine.” He seemed bewildered by your response. “It’s fine, I just thought you might not want it on display.” 

You shrugged again.  

“Ok…” He looked at a loss as he turned around and walked away from you shaking his head. As far as you were concerned, his friends weren’t your problem.  

You heard them arrive as you were plaiting your still-damp hair. You thought there were two, maybe three of them so you assumed they’d monopolise the living room. You thought about whether or not you’d let them. You decided you wanted a drink. 

You tied an elastic around the end of your second plait and went into the kitchen. 

“Hi,” one called from the sofa. You thought you recognised one of the others but couldn’t be sure. You looked at them all and then away, carrying on to the fridge. Silence fell as you grabbed a can from the fridge and then a glass from the cupboard. You took your time putting ice in the glass, then decanting the can, pausing to let the bubbles subside before topping up. You raised your glass at them as you walked back to your room, but didn’t turn in their direction. As soon as you were back in your room, you could hear hissed whispering. You took a triumphant sip of the drink that, truthfully, you didn’t really even want. You just wanted to prove a point.  

It was Thursday. Your previously precious Thursdays had become a distant memory. Something in Namjoon’s work schedule had changed and, not only did it keep him around more, it meant he was always in on a Thursday. But he bothered you less than he used to anyway so you could cope without them.  

In fact, on this particular Thursday, you didn’t even really feel like cooking. As you took off your shoes and hung up your bag, you noticed that there was a Tupperware container of your leftovers on the counter, steaming nicely, just re-heated. You took a spoon from the drawer, and not even bothering to sit down, tucked right in, standing in the kitchen. Namjoon’s studio door opened and he stopped with a start as he saw you. 

“Wha-. What a-… Is that my food?” he asked, the barest hint of incredulity in his tone.  

You raised your eyebrows. 

“Your food? I don’t think so.” 

“I just got that out. I was going to eat that. That is my foo-” 

“Is it, Namjoon? Is it really? Did you cook it? Did you buy any of the ingredients? Did you participate in any way in this meal actually being made? Like fuck you did. Everything in that fridge is mine and has been since I moved in here.” 

He looked at you, bewildered for a second. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

You were a little surprised by the outburst but not displeased. 

“What are you talking about?” 

“Have I done something to you or something? You’ve really been… Recently, you’re like…” 

“Feel free to finish any one of those sentences, Namjoon.” 

“That is what I’m talking about! Why are you being so… such a dick?! I haven’t done anything to you!” 

You put the food back on the counter and looked at him.  

“No, I suppose you’re right. You really haven’t done anything, have you? Not even things you should have done, not even things I’ve specifically asked you to do. You don’t seem to do anything that every other grown adult on the planet seems to be able to do.” You gestured broadly at the entire room and then, dipping quickly, thrust your hand into the washing machine, crossing your fingers.  

Bingo, damp clothes. You grabbed whatever you first touched and lifted it up to him.   

“Yours?” you asked.  

He looked taken aback again and you felt like you’d got him on the back foot. 

“Yeah, so?” 

“And how long has it been in there, Namjoon?” 

“I don-… Why do you care? They’re my clothes; what difference does it make to you?” 

You ignored him and opened the fridge. 

“How much of this are you responsible for?” you asked.   

“I don’t know what you mean.” 

You rolled your eyes. 

“Of course, you don’t. My point is, Namjoon, did you buy anything that’s in here? Do you remember to buy milk when it runs out? Do you make meals and save the leftovers for later? Or is that me?” 

“Well, I guess, you.” 

“Right and who eats it all, Namjoon?” You placed heavy emphasis on his name, just in case he wanted to miss the point.  

“So, this is about your food? You said I could eat it!” 

That shocked you. 

“When the fuck did I say that?” 

“When you moved in! You left it in the fridge and said I could help myself!” 

You groaned and rolled your eyes. 

“And you thought that was an open invitation for the rest of time to just eat whatever you wanted? It was my first night here! I was trying to be nice; I wanted you to like me!” 

He scoffed. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, have you got something to say?” 

“Well, you clearly don’t care about that anymore! You haven’t said one nice thing to me since-… I… I don’t even know when! The only time you ever say anything to me at all recently is to be rude.” 

“It’s not as if we’re friends-” 

“And whose fault is that?! I’ve tried to talk to you and you just brush me off! I’ve tried and you just fucking ignore me!”  

You stared at him hard, what planet was he living on? This was by far the longest conversation you’d ever had so whatever he considered trying to be your friend must have fallen pretty wide of the mark.  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied.  

He groaned and he turned away then back again, holding his arms out in question. 

“Look, fine, I figured when you moved in that you didn’t really want to be friends; you kept to yourself and that was fine, but now you’ve really turned into a-” 

He faltered for a second and you raised your eyebrows at him in challenge. 

“You’ve turned into a real bitch. I’ve been trying to stay out of your way-” 

You scoffed at that, given that the entire apartment was full of him getting in your way. He ignored you. 

“-but now it’s like you’re deliberately going out of your way to start an argument. I don’t know what you want from me.” 

“I want you to fucking grow up and take some responsibility! I’m not your fucking mother, Namjoon; did she never teach you any manners? Did she not teach you clean up after yourself? I have to say, it seems like she did a pretty piss-poor job raising you to me.” 

His face fell and his eyes darkened. You saw that muscle in his jaw twitch and he clenched and unclenched his fists.  

“Don’t talk about my mother.”  

“Or what? You’ll give me some more evidence that she raised you badly?”  

You knew you’d hit a nerve and it thrilled you. You could see his jaw clenched, his teeth gritted tight together. His chest rose and fell heavily. He took a step towards you and then seemed to change his mind. 

“Don’t talk about my mother,” he repeated and then he turned and walked back into his studio, his whole body stiff and tense. The door slammed.  

You looked at the leftovers on the counter and didn’t really fancy them anymore. You scraped them into the bin and chucked the tub in the sink. You were exhilarated; it felt so good to finally challenge him, to test your mettle and find you could win. You pulled out your phone. 

You: Busy? 

Hoseok: Want to come over? 

You: Want to get some food first? 

Hoseok: 😋 😋 😋! 

You met Hoseok outside the restaurant he suggested, just around the corner from his apartment. You had seen him semi-regularly since that first Friday, though this would be the first time outside his four walls. You hadn’t spoken to him – as you assured Lina you would – about the exact parameters of your… whatever it was. The fact that this was the first time you were seeing him for something other than sex told you what you needed to know. He clearly wasn’t interested in actually dating you, nor you him. This was just a casual arrangement that suited you both. He seemed to be the busiest man in the world but somehow always had time for you. He made you feel good and not just because of the sex… though that was pretty good, too. 

You saw him leaning against the wall as you walked up and he hugged you when you approached. 

“Ah, y/n! Wasn’t sure I’d recognise you with your clothes on,” he said in greeting. You shoved him. 

“I could say the same to you!” 

It was nice spending time with Hoseok like this. You weren’t always all business; you sometimes stayed over and you would talk and listen to music or fall asleep to films, but it was always an addendum to the sex. It was different this time. He was clearly well-known at this restaurant and well-liked; you struggled to think of reasons someone wouldn’t like him, actually. Kind, affable, deeply sexy… You wondered briefly if you should want to date him. He seemed to have it all. Then Namjoon appeared in your head.  

“Fuck off,” you growled under your breath. 

“What?” Hoseok asked, eyes wide. 

“What? Oh, not you, sorry, I wasn’t saying anything, carry on.” 

You doubled your efforts to pay attention to Hoseok and Hoseok alone. You had told him about Namjoon – or at least, about some of it. You did not tell him about how much you wanted to fuck Namjoon or that, the first time the two of you had had sex, you had come to the image of Namjoon in his underwear. You also smoothed over the recent parts where your behaviour had been less than exemplary. Of course, you knew your behaviour was bad but you couldn’t stop yourself. It was as if Namjoon brought out the worst in you and, whenever you saw him or thought of him, rather than getting desperately and embarrassingly hot, you were overcome with the desire to rile him up, to see him undone. But you didn’t tell Hoseok that. As far as Hoseok knew, he was your annoying roommate and that was it.  

You walked together to Hoseok’s apartment, stuffed full of Italian food, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close. Suddenly, you worried that he had thought this was a date. What if you had read the signs all wrong? What even were the signs to look out for? A streak of panic ran through you. You waited for him to remove his arm, to let you go, but he rested his cheek against your head for a moment and your certainty started to slip away. If there was one thing that your time with him was teaching you, it was that you had to start facing things head on, rather than ignoring them and hoping they went away. So, you took a deep breath. 

“Um, do you want to date me?” you asked. 

He pulled away slightly. 

“Is that an offer or a question?” 

“Question.” 

“Oh, then, no.” 

“Ok, so what if it was an offer?” 

He looked at you carefully. 

“I’m not offering,” you clarified. “But that was a very quick no…” You pouted; you might not have wanted to date him either but it still slightly stung. Hoseok laughed.  

“I like you, y/n; we have fun and I’m happy having fun with you, but I don’t really want to get involved with all…” He gestured, at a loss for how to phrase it. “You have stuff going on and I don’t want to get messed up in that.” 

You stopped in your tracks and he carried on. What was he talking about? What did he know? 

“What do you mean?” Scurrying to catch him, you tugged on his sleeve. “What have I got going on?” 

He looked meaningfully at you, but you couldn’t work out what he was driving at.  

“Hoseok! What?”  

He sighed and rolled his eyes playfully. 

“Do you want to date me?” he asked. 

“No-” 

“Well then! It’s all settled. I don’t want to date you and you don’t want to date me. Do you want to come up?” 

You realised you had made it to his building. You tutted dramatically. 

“Obviously.” 

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