#not very silly. very vent-y in fact.

[nomairuins]

aww its kinda cute finding me complaining abt my dads whole lisa thing from 2017. honestly so overshadowed by everything else and also i was so annoying when i was 12 aw .

[lilcriceta]

I've been going crazy with Collector AU (by @cutepotatook) lately and I made this babi :> I want to show her off a bit :>

My English is very bad so please don't criticize me if you find any wrong grammars or words ;v;

★ My baby is Collector! Astray. She is a 10 year old little girl :>

★ Her design is slightly based on Collector Y/n's design ;v;

★ Ngl when Astray has great affection or admiration for these two people :>

★ Anyway, Layra by @softlantern :>

★ About Astray's lore, she was born as a creation of God. From childhood, she was always pampered and cared for very carefully by them (God in A's universe has no defined gender). Because of that, she has a great love for her God and is very attached to them like a child would do to its mother.

★ Until one day, the God created new creations, took care of their new children and gradually spent less time with Astray. At first she didn't mind much, but gradually she had a hunch that God was probably spending too much time with her new siblings. One time she asked for a hug from the God, they ignored her, making her feel a bit sad. Even though she told herself that everything was okay, a part of her was harboring jealousy. Astray's jealousy grew stronger and stronger as she observed the children being lovingly cared for and cherished by the God, she could not hold back her jealousy.

★ When she couldn't stand it anymore, she committed a heinous crime. She lured another of her siblings to a secluded place, and with a weapon in hand, she used it to vent her anger brutally on that child. Whatever comes must come, Astray's crime was discovered by the God. They were angry and punished her by causing her body to be tormented in extreme pain, her soul to pieces, she lost all her memories, was banished to a terrible place and forgotten by everyone (the two pictures above are when Astray was banished to the terrible place called The Void Realm). The little girl was banished there with many bleeding wounds in the shape of sparkling stars shining on her body, she was completely exhausted.

★ The Void Realm where she was banished to was not a good place. It is a place where there is no sun, not a single ray of light, it can be said with certainty that nothing like that exists. The Void Realm is a space covered in pitch black (the whole sky is black, the surface is only black water). Due to her exhausted state, she was unconscious there for an unknown amount of time (but let's just say it was a long time). Luckily, she was found by Collector! Wally was in a state where her body was floating on the water. Then Collector took Astray home and let Helper! Wally takes care of her wounds while he tries to put the pieces of her soul back together. The two of them took care of the little girl until she woke up, letting her live in the Collector's mansion :>

★ This is just a silly little comic where the duo encounters someone who wants to harm the little girl :> The truth is that Astray falls asleep very easily when she is in someone's embrace, no matter how big or small the embrace is, she will still fall asleep. Collector and Helper often witness such things, but I think they will simply put her to bed😭😭😭

★ A small fun fact is that Collector often calls Astray by cute nicknames like: Little Dove ; My Angel ; Little one ;... when she got used to life here. As for Helper, he simply calls her by her real name ;v; As for Astray, she often calls Collector Mr. Collector and Mister (she is used to using honorifics, a habit when she used to live in heaven) and with Helper, she calls him Mister or Mr. Blueberry (she calls him exactly what she thinks of him :P)

★ Woof the family trope so much hmu- I think Collector, Helper and Astray fit the family of three, the warm and happi one🥹🥹🥹 (don't mind me, I'm being silli now😔😔😔)

[cherrycola27]

Red, White, and Bradshaw

A Red, White, and Rooster Sequel

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, political inaccuracies. Mentions of and acts of terrorism, death. Allusions to and full smut. Banner Credit @thedroneranger

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Chapter 1: Designated Survivor

At thirty-nine years old, you'd lived quite a life. You had been married to the man of your dreams for almost a decade. You had four beautiful children with him. You had been the First Lady of the United States, and you were currently the Secretary of Commerce for Bradley's successor, President James Hamilton.

Though you had worn many hats during your time in Washington, you never lost sight of who you were. After his time as president came to an end, Bradley supported your political career. He was more than happy to take a back seat from the spotlight and be a stay at home dad to your kids.

Andy and Elle were now seven, Leo, whom you were pregnant with at his second inauguration was five, and Wren, your fifth anniversary vow renewal oops baby, whom you loved very much, was three.

Your two boys were the spitting image of their father, and your two daughters were like mini versions of you. Out of all of them, Elle and Leo had definitely inherited your can-do attitude and "bossy" personality, as Bradley would say, while Andy and Wren shared his laid-back vibe.

Your family was your pride and joy, but you were also proud of the fact that you never had to sacrifice your love of business and politics to have them. You were blessed with a supportive husband who recognized how hard you worked.

When President Hamilton had first offered you a cabinet position, you were hesitant to take it. How could you raise a family and serve? Being First Lady was one thing. This was an entirely different level.

Bradley listened as you told him about your worries and assured you that he would do everything in his power to support you if you wanted to make this career move. "You supported me when I need you. You helped me follow my dream, and now it's my turn to help you." Bradley had told you as he held you in his arms one night.

The next day, you accepted the offer, and after a relatively quick vetting process, you became Y/N Wiseman-Bradshaw, Secretary of Commerce.

The first few months were an adjustment. You spent many sleepless nights venting to Bradley about how you thought you'd made a mistake and that you should quit. He would listen to your concerns and encourage you and soothe your worries each time. He celebrated all of your victories in your new position, both big and small. Everything was going well—too well.

.............

It was a quiet night in Washington D.C.

President Hamilton was about to give his first State of the Union address. You were in a secure, undisclosed location with your family. You had been chosen as the designated survivor. You thought it was silly, really. What were the odds that every single person ahead of you in the line of presidential succession died at the same time?

But you also understood the importance of it. You appreciated a good backup plan.

You were relaxing in some leggings and a well-worn, oversized Georgetown hoodie, staring at the TV when Bradley joined you.

He had an old Navy shirt and some flannel pants on. He'd just tucked the kids in bed before coming to watch the State of the Union with you.

He wrapped his arm around you as the two of you shared a bowl of popcorn.

"Oh my god, did I look that stuffy when I gave my speehes?" He asked as the two of you listened.

"No, Dearest. You looked exceptionally handsome." You told him. He laughed as the two of you continued to watch the screen. Everything seemed fine—normal even.

Until it happened.

A large boom shook the safe house just as the live feed of the address went black.

You and Bradley looked as each other with panic in your eyes.

"Bradley, go get the kids." You told him. He was out of his seat and racing down the hall before you could finish your sentence. You quickly flipped through the TV channels to see if you could figure out what was wrong. The sound of sirens and helicopters blared from outside. Whatever this was, it was serious.

Just then, Dante, the head of your security team, burst in the door. Mrs. Bradshaw, we need to move all of you now." He said in a protective tone. "Dante, what's going on?" You asked him. He didn't respond.

Just then, a news flash came over the TV, and your heart sank. Your children came running into the room and gathered around you as Bradley followed behind.

"Oh my god." The two of you said in unison. "Bradley, they blew up the Capital." You said in disbelief as you watched the screen. You couldn't believe your eyes. In the spot where the beautiful building had once stood was nothing but a pile of burning rubble.

"Dante, I need you to get the Seresin's on the phone right now." You demanded. "Mrs. Bradshaw, we need to get all of you out of here now. We will call them from the car." Dante said. You wanted to protest, but he was grabbing your arm and hauling you out door as more members of your security team escorted Bradley and your children.

You looked back over your shoulder just in time to see a banner flash stating that there would likely be no survivors. Your heart sank as you thought about all innocent men and women who lost their lives— your parents included.

Suddenly, it felt like everything was moving in slow motion. Andy and Elle sat on either side of you in the car while Leo and Wren clung to Bradley.

You were vaugly aware of him telling you that they had reached Jake and Jaycee. The Seresin's and their three children were fine, and more security would be sent to them.

Bright lights from police, fire, and military flashed through the streets of D.C. as Dante navigated them. You were sure someone was talking to you, but you didn't hear what they said. You felt like you were underwater.

You didn't register yourself getting out of the SUV or the fact that you were being taken through a back passage of the White House. It was only when Chief Justice Inglewood was asking Bradley to hold the Bible and for you to place your hand on, that you snapped back to reality.

"Wait, what's going on?" You said as you looked around the room.

"Mrs. Bradshaw, you're the designated survivor." Chief Justice Inglewood said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

You still hadn't processed what was going on.

"Honey, you're about to take the oath of office. You're going to be the president." Bradley said to you calmly.

You took a deep breath as Justice Inglewood looked at you. "Please place your left hand on the Bible, raise your right hand, and repeat after me." She began. You didn't even have time to process what Bradley had said before Inglewood started the oath.

"Do you, Y/N Wiseman-Bradshaw, solemnly swear to faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of your ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States?" Chief Justice Inglewood asked you.

That's when the reality of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. The president, vice president, and everyone else in the Capital tonight were dead. You swallowed thickly as your children huddled close, not sure of what was happening, but aware enough to know something was off.

You took a deep breath and looked at Bradley for reassurance. He nodded his head and smiled.

"I, Y/N Wiseman-Bradshaw, do solemnly swear to faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States." You affirmed in a shaky tone. You felt like you were going to throw up. You tried to swallow, but your mouth was dry, and your tongue felt like sandpaper. You were vaugly aware of someone taking pictures in the background as you spoke the words.

"Congratulations, Madame President. I wish this could have been under better circumstances." Justice Inglewood said as she shook your hand.

You thought that it was odd that she was shaking your hand and congratulating you. You were here because hundreds of people had died, not because you won an election. You did deserve this.

Your hands started to shake as tears pricked your eyes. This was wrong. All wrong. You felt like you couldn't breathe. How the hell did you end up here?

Your husband turned to you and saw the fear in your eyes.

Bradley immediately pulled you in for a hug before cupping your face in his hands. He could sense the terror running through your body as the severity of the situation set in.

"Oh my god, Bradley. I—I—what am I going to do?" You said as tears threatened to fall from your eyes.

"Right now, we are going to tuck the kids in and read them a bedtime story. Then, you are going to go with Dante to a secure conference room and talk with the department heads that weren't at the State of the Union. You are going to figure out a way for us to get through this because that's what you do best, honey. You solve problems. Tomorrow morning, you are going to drink way too much coffee, put on a suit, and address the nation. You are going to let them know that we are down, but not out. You are going to show them how strong their president is. But most of all, you're going to do your best. That's all you can do." Bradley tells you as he kissed your forehead.

Dante doesn't give you time to respond or to help Bradley with the children before he is whisking you away again.

"Go get 'em; Madame President. I love you." Bradley said as he ushered you to go. You nodded and followed Dante.

You couldn't believe this was happening. One minute, you were enjoying a quiet evening. The next, you were thrust into a position you weren't even sure you wanted and knew you weren't qualified for.

"Oh my god." You said to yourself for what seemed like the hundredth time this evening as the weight of everything settled over you.

You were no longer Secretary Wiseman-Bradshaw. You were President Wiseman-Bradshaw.

Life as you knew it would be forever changed.

Dante and your other Secret Service team members stopped outside a door. Dante went ahead while you waited behind. Moments later, he returned and said,

"Madame President, they're ready for you."

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[tinydefector]

The Rung transfluid headcanon 😵‍💫 I already drink those daily 🤭

Could I offer up Sunder as being the new Monster Ultra flavor: Fantasy Ruby Red?

Oh the amount of headcannons I have over the transfluid atm is insane. I'm working on a Swerve fic for it atm. I wasn't actually expecting ,y silly shit post to get so much traction over the bots XD

So where I am in Australia energy drinks are limited in what you can find and today I'm in one of the cities so gonna see what lovelies I can find.

I had to go look up that monster and kinda went down a rabbit hole for Sunder and Rung

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Firstly. Rung

The first time Rung gets oral from you, it's just to blow off steam after a day, which just didn't turn out well. Man gets put through the ringer a lot with watching everyone else's mental health that sometimes he forgets to look after himself.

He's lent back in his chair venting softly one servo on the back of your head optics half lidded as he just watches, after all you had offered to help with stress relief after hearing a rumour from another human on board.

Rung is extremely high strung, so when your lips and fingers rotate between teasing his spike and pressing your face into his valve, he begins to figure something up.

It's only once he overloads and he's there optics closed debating getting up to clean up that he can still feel you eagerly cleaning up the mess.

And he just gets fixated on watching as you lick up his spike, transfluid covering your tongue and lips

He thinks its a one time thing until two days later he has you back between his thighs working him up for another overload and when he pulls you away because he doesn't want to make a mess and the protest you put up. Begging to taste him again

It is eventually a subject he takes to not just the medics but also the scientist, quite worried about the effects of it since Transfluid is. A by product of Energon. He learns that.

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-no it isn't harmful to humans the same way energon is.

- aslong as you can limit your human on how much they consume as it can eventually give them energy sickness if they have to much 5-6 litres in a 24 time stamp

-the human body needs time to flush it out. Because it works very much the same as energy drinks if you have to much it can stop your heart or give you cardiac problems

-it's quite additive and companionable to human caffeinated drinks, and when the bots realise that there us a full meeting about the effects.

- energon seems to get converted into a very similar thing to taurine which is an amino acid containing sulphur but alot of the minerals and nutrients that Cybertronians live off from their treats, food sources and energon what adds in all the other things.

-Perceptor and ratchet discovered that Transfluid is better for human consumption than energy drinks not by a lot but more the fact you can consume more of it with less problems.

- and each bot seemed to have different 'flavours' and it becomes a full thing of asking their partner what they taste like. And eventually the 'flavour mods'

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And on the Case of Sunder I present to you these monsters as an offering as well.

So we have

Sunder : rehab strawberry lemonade/Ultra ruby red

Overload : rehab recovery watermelon

Senator shockwave: rehab green tea

Elita one: rehab pink lemonade

Chromia: rehab protean

Wheejack: rehab tea + lemonade

Wings : rehab gojo tea

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[starleska]

[me walking into your inbox not knowing anything about Maxime or what the Despicable Me franchise has been doing for the past five years:]

Hm, I saw your post about that Maxime La Mal guy being cold-blooded and I think you’re so right about him cuddling to cope. He definitely looks like an expensive guy, with a coat THAT thick in THAT weather, he’d probably in some big ol lavish, luxurious bed with a million bajillion blankets and multiple comforters and pillows still clinging to you I mean whoever haha unless.

Temperature dips just a little below Pretty Hot degrees and he’s fully wrapped himself around you, maximizing….Maxime-mizing sharing your body heat. His bones are probably inside your ribcage at that point, he seems pretty boney…or exoskeleton-y, Idk the situation, but it’s probably somewhat overcome by the cuteness of having him snuggling so close and clinging like a cicada to a tree <3 or something.

it’s also the perfect opportunity to snuggle him back and pet his hair…wait his antennae are in there…is it okay to touch his antennae? They seem like they’d be devilishly sensitive, that’s kinda their whole purpose. Idk maybe it’s 50/50….AGH WHATEVER you know snuggling we all know snuggling. Perfect opportunity to hold him close <3

…y’know an electric blanket would probably also help, you reckon he owns one of those? Someone should get him one of thoseI should stop standing under this air vent when my digestive issues are making me feel colder already, I’m getting way to sympathetic to the random character plights, I don’t even GO HERE I gotta go, my tumblr is breaking down rn-

SQUEAKS...!!!!!! 😳😳😳

PLEASE you did not need to come into my inbox with all of these glorious ideas for cold-blooded Maxime oh my god!!!!!!! 🙈💖💖💖

you are so right, Maxime is a man of comfort, excess and style and wherever he sleeps would reflect that...fun fact, cockroaches don't have eyelids, which is why they sleep in darker places!! they also fold their antennae down during rest :3c so i reckon his bedroom probably simulates something of a cockroach sleeping environment and is completely blacked-out 👀 khgfl 🥴🥴 i can tell you for a fact that Maxime canonically calls his antennae very sensitive (after Gru Jr. grabs them as an attack 😂) so i love the idea that at night he'll let you pet them gently...perhaps he'll issue a little click or a chirrup if the sensation is particularly pleasurable 🥰 honestly, i'm imagining an Italy from Hetalia situation 😳 hahahaha you SAY you don't go here but you come in with paragraphs about this silly little villain? oh, my dear friend. i think you're too far gone 😉 do try not to think too hard about Maxime wrapping his coat around you and spending a little too long with his fingers lingering on your arms, squeezing you. "C'est parti!" he'd chuckle. "You're much less cold now, no?"

[draystersden]

Drayton x AFAB!Reader

A/N: It's my time of the month as of the post date and I'm bitter, but I got inspired! Why not some platonic wholesomeness involving The Best Dragon Boy?

INFO: This is a oneshot. "Reader" / The insert character is a teenager. Gender Neutral. Personality has some defined traits. "Y/N" and spoken dialogue for the Reader are not used.

C/W: Heavy reference to menstruation.

[Not proofread nor beta read.]

Why were you put here on this planet? Why must nature be so cruel? 

You writhed on your bed, whimpering and groaning due to the persistent, intense ache in your abdomen. Despite lying down on a soft mattress and a plush comforter, you were still uncomfortable. No matter what position you took, the pain made you shift, as if you would eventually find that sweet spot if you kept trying. 

It wouldn’t happen though. Your only immediate relief would come from painkillers...that you don’t have. You ran out a while ago, and shirked on buying more from the school store. You were paying dearly for it now. While the store wasn’t that far away and you were still capable of walking, doing so sounded like a nightmare. Didn’t help you were battling nausea, and your head felt funny too. 

At least you managed to go to the infirmary earlier before the cramping got worse, and the nurse agreed to inform your teachers that you were too unwell to attend classes today. If only you knew you were out of painkillers then, you could’ve asked her for some... 

You wondered when the pain would cease, but you’ve never deliberately endured it to see when it would naturally let up. You always just took medicine and called it there. A thought did cross your mind about maybe calling someone to go pick up the pills for you, but the idea of anyone finding out that you were being tormented by your period was humiliating. Yet, the more the minutes crawled by, the more your resolve was crumbling. 

You got up at one point to change out your sanitary absorbent, but to your horror, you discovered that you only had one left in a pack. You had forgotten to buy more of these too! Today couldn’t get any worse. Begrudgingly, you swapped in the new one and just crashed back down onto your bed. Eventually you would have to just make the trip to the store, but you could still rest for a little while longer. 

A sudden knock at your door around when lunchtime rolled around surprised you. You were expecting any visitors, nor where you in the mood for them. There was a chance it could’ve been a teacher or a classmate dropping off missed work, so you decided to get up and somewhat stumble over to the door. Unlocking it, you opened it slowly...and was surprised. 

“Hey.” 

A very familiar face from the League Club was standing there. The highest ranked of the Elite Four, in fact. Drayton wore his black jacket, purple cape, and had a lax smile as per usual, but said smile weakened when he took in your disheveled appearance. 

“Lacey mentioned to us that you were sick today. Your teacher announced it to the class.” 

You and Lacey did have a class together, but you were a little confused as to why she felt bothered enough to mention it the entire Elite Four – based on Drayton saying “us”. You weren’t terribly close to any of them. 

You meekly admitted you were feeling ill, kind of going through it. ‘Kind of’ was putting it mildly, but you weren’t about to make a big deal of your own problems. You questioned why he stopped by. 

“I offered to check on you. Lacey wanted to, but she has like a dozen things to do around the school today.” 

You were surprised. That was kind of him, of both of them rather. You weren’t sure on how to feel about it. Even so, there was something about the sincerity in Drayton’s expression and tone of voice that caused your walls to soften. Should you tell him about what exactly was wrong with you? Would he even get it? The temptation to at least vent was too great. The worse reaction he could give would be to think it’s silly. 

You tell him that it was your time of the month. 

“...” Drayton blinked, crossing his arms. “I see. Sometimes, those weeks are pretty bad for Lacey and Amarys too." 

So, he does get it! He at least wasn’t completely ignorant to what periods are, unlike way too many boys in the world. Seriously, why didn’t people teach kids these days about the human body better? Due to his association with the girls too, you wondered if Crispin was more educated as well. 

“Do you need anything? ‘M more than willing to help out.” 

Your nervousness suddenly spiked. As did the squeezing in your gut. You were getting desperate as seconds ticked by, but would Drayton want to be your errand boy? He did ask...so you chose to be honest. You say you’re out of painkillers, having forgotten to get more. 

“Shoot. Gotta have those.” His eyes widened. “I can swing by the school store and pick up a bottle for you.” 

You could hear your heartbeat in your head. Immensely flattered, you habitually deflect, saying he didn’t have to. 

“Yeah, but I want to. I can't just let you suffer.” His brow furrowed. You were already feeling warm, but it intensified even more. You felt like a big inconvenience, but you weren’t going to not take this opportunity. You relent, speaking a ‘please’ and saying you would really appreciate it. 

You were fighting against the natural urge to shift your legs to try and alleviate the cramping. You remembered the other issue, and this one was a lot more...personal than just getting painkillers. With flushed skin, you state that you need more pads too. 

“No problem.” He scratched his cheek. “What kind do you like? I’ll see if the store has them.” 

Drayton was being very casual yet serious about this, which was a major surprise but you were so grateful, because you probably wouldn’t be able to handle any nonsense with your current state of mind. You left the door to go into your bathroom, as the Dragon Tamer stepped inside of your dorm. You returned with a plastic bag, depicting a label and size number. You were beginning to sweat, both from your affliction and from the reality setting in that Drayton of the BB Elite Four was going to go out and buy YOU more menstrual pads. 

He took the offered empty pack from your hands, golden eyes sweeping over it. You mentioned that those were what you usually used, but any that have the same size were ok. He went ahead and snapped a photo of the bag with his rotom phone. Internally, you swore you were about to faint. 

“Noted. Anything else?” He handed the plastic back to you. 

A quiet voice in the back of your head wished for he to bash you over the head before he went. You of course didn’t air it, instead saying no. 

“Ok.” He exited the dorm. “I’ll be back in a jiffy!” 

At least your sheer embarrassment was a decent distraction from the pain now. You chose to leave your door ajar, tossing the useless pack away into a wastebin, and lied back down on your bed. You pondered if Drayton, as much of a slacker he seemed to be, would take his sweet time. The concerned look he gave you earlier flashed behind your eyes, and you had a hunch he’d be back soon enough. 

You were proven right about 10 minutes later. You had closed your eyes, but the sound of footsteps approaching in the hall made them open. Drayton appeared in the doorway, toting a plastic bag marked with the academy’s logo. 

“I have returned.” He announced with a cheery grin. “And I got everything.” 

He walked over to your bed to hand the bag to you. You muttered a shy thanks, and peeked into it. There were painkillers, but two packs of pads? And other items. Closer inspection revealed they were little bags of candy. Your favorite, in fact. 

Looking back up at him, bewildered, you ask about the confectionary. 

“I remembered you liked those ones, when I had them back in the clubroom.” He nodded, purple-marked tuft of hair bobbing. “Plus, candy can work some magic! It might lift your mood.” 

You never thought Drayton could be this thoughtful. He got you two packs of pads to ensure you had enough, and candy to help you feel better – alongside the painkillers. You wanted to squirm, but not because of the aches. There was little you could do from stopping a little smile from forming. You thanked him again, and promised that you’d pay him back the BP he spent. 

You were again surprised, by he shaking his head. 

“Don’t worry about that. Total cost wasn’t a lot, I spend way more buying snacks.” He jested. “But even if it was pricey, helping out a friend matters more.” 

...He considered you a friend. Despite how you weren't a League Club member, and the two of you don’t talk that often. Initially, you thought he might’ve been messing with you. But when you looked into his eyes, you detected no mischief or slyness. Only genuine care. It threw you off so much, because such a thing was very uncommon. Most people don’t even do the bare minimum for others not a part of their close circles, and you thought the same naturally went for Drayton. You thought the two of you weren’t friends, so your entire existence meant nothing to him. 

But clearly, you and your assumptions were wrong. Drayton at least has proven he possesses enough kindness to run an errand like this, for someone else’s TMI problem he felt no embarrassment over himself. He didn’t want you to be wallowing in misery. You blinked, deterring a steadily rising stinging sensation in your eyes. You hated the stereotypes surrounding menstrual cycles, but you weren’t sure if you were getting this emotional because of hormones or because of how heart-warming Drayton’s compassion was. 

“So, you good? Anything else you need, I can fetch it for you.” Drayton dispelled the brief silence. “Could ask Crispin to whip something up for you too. He’s always liked cooking for people.” 

You quickly and politely turned the offer down. It made things worse, in a good way. Has the League Club’s Elite Four, the most popular students in school, been comprised of nice people all this time? You were the most familiar with Lacey, and she’s always treated you kindly. Now, Drayton’s shown you similar colors... 

You expressed that you were good now, just needed to rest. 

“Cool. I’ll head off then. But feel free to visit the clubroom if need be! We’d all be down to help you out with anything if we can. Or, you can just hang out.” 

Waving at you, the teen shined one last smile before turning to walk out of your dorm, closing the door behind him. You heard his footsteps fade down the hall. You were alone again, but silence you were left in felt...cozy. You promptly grabbed a water bottle, popping open the container of painkillers to take a few pills, but found that you already felt better compared to earlier. How fortunate it was that Lacey did tell the others, and Drayton chose to see you. Now you didn’t have to worry about troubling yourself by going to the store. 

You returned to your bed, turning on your TV and flipping to whatever good show on at the time. As you ripped open a bag of candy and ate some of it, you thought about stopping by the League Club’s headquarters more often from now on.  

Talking and interacting with Drayton more, with all of the Elite Four more, didn’t sound like a bad idea at all. 

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[behoright]

long distance friendship with andrei svechnikov

uhhhh here's a little blurb! yall can thank @ryanpulock for this. it was just too much and needed to be shared soooorry it's so long.

warnings: haven't really proofread this I freaked out the whole time. fluffy fluffy fluffy a tiny bit of angst.

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you met when you’re both teenagers when he began playing for the lumberjacks

he obv had a crush on you but he couldn’t really speak english

you were always around the rink and at practice and stuff bc of a family member of yours so he saw you a lot

saw you do homework and stuff at the rink and he would try and talk to you or see if you could help him with english 

you helped him A LOT bc you’d be one of the last ones there and so was he so you’d hang out a lot

but you were only teenagers and you had your own lil life at your high school and stuff

eventually he went to the OHL and it was heartbreaking for the both of you tbh

he had never been more excited to move up but the second thought he had was that he wasn’t going to see you everyday anymore

same with you but you both played it off

the last night before he leaves you hang out until late and he promises you he won’t forget or stop talking to you

“even when you make it to the nhl and become a big shot?”

“never, y/n”

sdjkfhkdjvh

and so it begins

the constant constant texting

silly snapchats and you send each other memes on instagram 

he’s too shy to ask you to facetime so he doesn’t

until draft day 

dude one of the best days of his life

and on top of that - he gets a facetime call from YOU

he makes sure his hair looks good before he answers djfksljf

you were afraid that now he would forget about you but as soon as he gets to raleigh you become even closer

he never fails to send you good morning texts and snapchats

he never sends good nights tho and thats because he never wants to stop talking to you

he’d rather tell you “i fell asleep lol” instead of saying goodbye

facetime becomes the norm on his second season w the canes

it ebbs and flows when you get a boyfriend

and tbh he says hes happy for you but hes not

and he doesn't understand why because he hasn’t seen you since you were 17 and you both had a silly teenage crush

also he has every single girl available and sometimes he’d tell you about it to see if you get jealous but you don’t seem to (even though you do)

he knows he has to find another way to distract himself now that you have a boyfriend you can’t facetime him as much

gets a girlfriend 

but things turn sour faster than he expected

if you’re having any relationship problems you always tell him and so he does too

it doesn’t get very far tho because the only advice you both have for each other is 

“break up with him”

“break up with her”

and you’re both too stupid to see what’s really going on but the distance doesn’t help

you finally decide to see each other during the summer and you meet each other’s significant others and 

oh boy

she HATES your guts and she’s so condescending

“oH mY gOd iS thIs yOuR bEsTiE bAbE? OH yOu’Re sOOOOO cUTe!”

ugh

same with him 

andrei is surrounded by toxic relationships and unfortunately toxic masculinity so he sees right through your boyfriend

he tells you after

“I don’t trust him, y/n”

you don’t know but its the beginning of the end for both of your relationships

after that, you both spend a week of his summer together before he goes to train in russian and its 

so fun

except for the fact that your horrible partners are both always there so you both feel like you can’t relax bc they’d get insecure

at the end of the summer he breaks up with her bc he seriously cannot shake off how she treated you and also bc she was just not it

and surprise surprise your boyfriend cheats on you during the fall

you call him in hysterics crying sobbing

youve been friends for a long time and know each other very well but he’s actually never seen you cry

he just sits and listens to you talk and vent makes sure you feel really validated

you stay on facetime for a long long time that night even if he has a game tomorrow

and the day after he calls you while he’s driving to the arena

you’re in bed with your blinds shut even though its 3 pm 

“I going to score for you tonight, you’ll see. Trust me.”

and score he does

he tries to find the camera as soon as he scores and everyone including his teammates are like ???

but he winks at it and points at it 

you know its for you

calls you AS SOON AS THE GAME IS OVER

“you see? I told you! I told you I’d do it for you!”

and thats when you realize you really like this man

you call and text even more somehow

facetime all the time 

the season has its highs and lows and 

on most roadies he can’t wait to just get to his hotel room to talk to you

he tells you whenever he’s taking off or landing

you’ll send him snaps of you watching the game whether alone or with your friends 

you literally never miss one

you share locations at some point and he will never say it but he checks on you all the time

breaks his heart a little when he sees you’re over at someone’s house 

same with you wherever he’s at a club or something but oh well

you’re just friends and have to live your lives

but still no one takes up as much time as you do

even if its for 5-10 minutes he’d facetime you

your roommate thinks its fucking annoying that you stay up so late just talking

and what a cute texter he is

“good luck on your test!”

“i saw this and i thought of you”

sdkjfhksjfhskdjchksd

he ships one of his jerseys to your dorm 

anytime there’s a limited edition piece of merch he’ll always send you one

on your birthday he sends you matching beaded bRACELETS

and you see he always always wears it

theres a point where the season gets freaking hard and andrei is so frustrated

you answer the phone but it looks like it’s just been placed on the nightstand

“Drei?”

“hi, y/n”

and his voice is all choked up and sniffly

“I want to talk to you but I’m just. I’m so tired and I can’t take it today. I’m sorry” and there’s a little sob in there

you reassure him and eventually he opens up 

even though he can’t show his face because he’s embarrassed and he doesn’t want you to see him like this

“to be honest, it’s so lonely. I feel alone in the room at the end of the day and I feel guilty because this is my dream.”

you talk him through what he’s feeling and how to feel better

he grabs the phone and you see his face all red and puffy. you can tell he was crying really hard before he called you

“I’m sorry I look so bad” he says as he rubs his eyes and his face HELLA HARD bc he’s a boy

“You look great, svech” 

And his heart melts oh it melts so hard

You don’t tell him but you saved up enough to fly out and one day you just show up at practice 

Thankfully he was too busy to check your location lol

He’s ELATED

literally drops his stick and gloves and just skates towards you so fast

“Oh so this is who you’re texting all the time”

You spend the weekend together 

He cancels your hotel stay so you can stay with him 

He loves to have you around and debates kissing you when you go out with the team

But he’s too nervy so he doesn’t 

When he drops you off at the airport he tears up a bit and hugs you for a long long time 

“I going to miss you, that’s all”

“I love you”

Calls you after you’re past security lol

He tells you he wants you to come out every weekend

And you both laugh but he’s low key serious 

Ever since you went to visit him last you both say I love you ALL the time

Whenever they play in your city he comes and visit you 

He accidentally stays in your dorm once you guys cuddle and fall asleep talking 

No matter the distance you become closer and closer 

See each other for the holidays :)

Still no one is making any moves even though you are VERY touchy 

And tbh neither of you seeing anyone else bc you’re both so busy w your jobs/college

It’s so easy to talk to each other bc it’s all online 

No one uses snap anymore so he’d just send you selfies 😭😭

Sometimes when he’s reviewing video he’d FaceTime you to just have you there

Same whenever you’re just doing homework 

There’s been times that he’s at the rink late and you’re doing school work late and he just props his phone up while you both do your thing even though he’s ON THE ICE

Keeps his AirPods in so he can hear you talk to him 

You have movie nights together and do screen sharing

You decide to surprise him bc you have some 

Big news 

And he’s been in a HUGE scoring drought 

You know it’s taking a toll on him bc he literally tells you everything 

Every SINGLE thing

You surprise him when he’s doing morning workout w the team

They let you in because everyone knows you now he doesn’t shut up about you shows them pics of you always on the phone 

And he’s SWEATY but he runs to you and picks you up in a big bear hug spins you around 

He’s so so happy he really needed this especially after you guys talked SO much during the dads trip (since his dad couldn’t make it and all) 

He keeps looking for you in the stands and during warm up just keeps skating past you and tapping the glass and puts his face up to it and shfhfjxbdchfjbfdn

he gets out of his scoring drought SO quickly in the 1st

Scores twice, is on hatty watch, has the best game ever

Whenever he’s on the bench he thinks about how he got his mojo back literally the day you got to Raleigh

Like this has to do with you

*superstition unlocked*

Gets first star and skates up to you to bang on the glass before throwing the puck to some kids next to you

Mouths “go to the locker room” before skating to Hannah

When you go see him he’s all sweaty and gross and shirtless, his hockey pants still on and all 

“You did so good! You did amazing, Andrei!” 

He runs and hugs you so tightly into his chest 

whispers into your hair

“because of you. It happened because of you.” 

before giving you the game puck 

What he doesn’t know yet is that you came to visit to tell him that you got into an internship in Raleigh and will be moving there in a couple of months 👀👀

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[jujutsukatsuki]

The plush leather seat welcomed you as you slipped into your usual spot. A sigh you held between your lips. He was going to show up soon. Your best friend, Eren. You needed to vent to him lately about how work sucked. You ordered both your and his normal coffees.

The bell of the cafe door dinged as the door was pulled open. The sound of the wind outside was quite strong inside the quiet little café. You watched as Eren walked in, hands stuffed into his pockets, hair tied back in a messy bun with strands flopping every which way. You smiled as you remember the day you met Eren.

You were suppose to be on a date, but you got stood up. So crying in a booth seemed more fun. Not really but here you were. Sniffling to yourself when a tall figure loomed over you.

“Hey, you good?” You looked towards the sound. The lighting behind illuminated him to look sort of like an angel.

“I’m okay. Do you want the booth? I’m sorry I’ll move.” You wipe your tears on the sleeve of your jacket and start to get up.

“Nah, it’s all good, can I sit with you?”

You nod before you can really think about the fact you’re crying and sitting with a handsome stranger. You took the time to finally look at him. Brown hair that was pulled into a messy bun at the back of his head, strands of hair hung down framing his face. His grey eyes popped in the café lighting, flecks of blues and greens that you could get lost in. His form normally would intimidate you but something about him comforted you instead.

“I’m Eren. Eren Yeager.” He smiled and gave you a napkin to dry your face.

“Y-Y/N.. Y/N Y/L.” You took the napkin and dabbed at your face.

“Well Y/N, why don’t you tell me why a gorgeous girl like you is crying?”

The way he looked at you made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. You noticed that his lips were slightly chapped. Unsure if that was for the cold weather outside or maybe a bad habit. You continued to analyze his face, His jawline was sharp, like it had been handcrafted by the gods. His appearance could be very intimidating, but it was like he had the aura of a puppy.

Eren sat there, looking at you. He waited for the answer for your tears. He ignored the buzzing phone in his pocket of his friends wondering where he had run off too after the birthday party for Historia.

You started to explain how you were suppose to be on a date with a guy but he stood you up. You told him how you knew it was silly to cry over. Eren countered that he understood and it wasn’t silly. You scoffed internally, like anyone could turn this god like man down.

He couldn’t help but notice the way your hands shook as you talked, how your eyes wandered down to the table. One thing led to another and you were spilling your life story to him.

You told him about your parents and how they fought, how you only saw your father cry once and it was when your mother said she regretted meeting him. You talked about how your dad told you that marriage was a waste of time.

Eren didn’t mind one bit, he loved hearing your voice, you comforted him in a way he didn’t understand.

Somehow you told him stories of your first boyfriend being awful to you, how your second one seemed like the love of your life but he unfortunately died before anything could progress.

He shared stories of his friends, how they were a bunch of misfits all stuck together. Mikasa the goth, Armin the brain. They sounded lovely to you.

So you shared stories of your friends. The ones who meant the world to you but you didn’t mean much to them. The ones who loved you but left so you could grow without them. Eren gently grabbed your hand when you talked about your parents divorcing when you were young. How messy and uncomfortable everything was. You even shared how mean your mom could be when she doesn’t approve.

The touch of his hands on yours was everything, it was like thousands upon thousands of electricity went through your body when you and him touched. Eren became your everything that night. You went as far as to tell him about your thoughts on yourself. That your heart was damaged beyond repair and couldn’t be returned because someone threw the receipt away.

It was like once you opened your mouth. You couldn’t stop. Neither could Eren. He loved talking to you about everything and anything. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he got to have a conversation this meaningful, he opened up about how his father was an asshole who didn’t care about him or his mother. How he cheated on his mom all the time, even had a older brother to prove it. Eren told you about how he saved Mikasa from a home invasion, that she came to live with them after.

Eren opened up about the nights he’s quiet, how he gets lost in his own weeded mind. The nights he forgets about anything that’s appealing about himself. How he feels like he loses his balance and falls into an abyss of thoughts that never seem to stop.

You share with him about the nights you trip over your own feet and stumble on your words. How your mind forces you to apologize over and over for the mess you made even if it wasn’t inherently your fault. Eren gives you a look that calms the screams of anxiety and worry.

You tell him that. That the way he’s looking at you seems to feel like a short cut in her labyrinth mind. A labyrinth you built yourself as a defense mechanism to protect yourself. The smile that shines on Eren’s face as you talk about how you feel like the only girl in the world when he looks at you. A smile that holds zero judgement or malicious intent.

By the time either of you are pulled from the trance of each other, it’s late. You’ve learned about Eren’s issues with his self image, the war he fights in his mind. The issues he has with feeling alone. That he feels like he’s in a wrestling match with himself, he feels like he’s always about to get pinned and wants to tap out but something or someone makes him keep fighting.

The two of you end up at Eren’s apartment. Sitting on the plush couch, you’re wrapped up in each other as you watch a random movie to make fun of together. A fresh layer of snow is coating Shiganshina.

Eren sits down across from you, a smile on his lips.

“What are you thinking about princess?” His voice is gentle as he talks to you.

“The day I met my best friend.”

Eren smiles and grabs your hand, giving it a small squeeze.

“That’s my favorite day babe.” You nod and smile at him, someday you’ll tell him you’re in love with him, but not now.

You can’t lose him.

[unniekiwi]

𝗦𝗡𝗞. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗰 𝘁𝗵���𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲. 𝗽𝟭.

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꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

Eren TP.1-3:

Unlike Hange with the titans or Armin with the sea, the truth is that Eren has not been a boy with big-time dreams. But his passion to exterminate the titans, the tenacity and determination he put in to accomplish that goal reflected in his emerald eyes makes you admire him.

He usually gets angry while talking about the giants, with his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He uses brute and strong gestures. But looking at you and seeing you listening to him calms him down.

Realizing that that's all he's talking about. And he's already told you about it like a thousand times and he always says - I'm sorry Y/N. I always talk about the same thing and get angry. I´ll shut up. - But you answer him back - No. I like listening to you Eren. It's normal that you want to get it out, but it's usually never enough. I understand you, it's the same for me. So you can keep talking. -

His nose and ears blush. He really appreciates that you understand his anger and way of venting. Not everyone understood him, watching his mother being eaten really left him with a trauma that was hard to overcome.

So he slightly smiles at you. - Thank you Y/N. Not everyone prefers to listen to a person who only talks about the same thing…-

He really appreciates having someone else to listen to him besides Armin and Mikasa. Don't get me wrong, it's not that he doesn't appreciate these two. I mean Armin always listens to him and gives him advice, and Eren does the same with him. Mikasa on the other hand, is just more of a listener.

You showing that side of interest earns you a lot of his trust. Plus everything he tells you, you don't tell anyone.

Armin:

Armin doesn't tell you his dream just like that. In fact, he tells you his dream because you asked him one day while you were having lunch a few months after you enlisted.

When he starts to tell you about it, he is a bit embarrassed, maybe you think he's crazy or that it's silly. In fact, he finds it hard to look you in the eye due to embarrassment.

But seeing you with a smile on your face as he talks makes him more confident and he tells you about the sea and everything he wants to visit.

He would be so excited that you laugh at how excited he is.

And when you ask him more about it? You already have him at your feet. You've already won him over. He's already thinking about everything he's going to share.

He starts talking and answering questions then gets surprised and he tells you. - That's it! You should go with us! - he is really excited, he wants you in every plan of expedition into the unknown.

Suddenly he tells you - Oh, sorry! I got so excited that I almost didn't let you speak.- - Easy, go on. - He smiles and keeps on talking happily.

Mikasa:

Mikasa is more private with her tastes. But I feel she would be fascinated with astrology, she would love to see the stars and love the moon no matter its phase.

So if you discovered her passion for the stars, it's because you first said you liked them and she replied - You too? -

It's not very usual to know much about stars in the SNK world, so you would ask Armin for a book about them. As you knew almost nothing about them, she would tell you everything she knows, and she would gladly explain everything, from the stars, to why the phases of the moon happen.

Mikasa would be very calm telling you things she likes, she would always have a slight smile on her face. Also, if she sees you with interest she would be very grateful. Mikasa is not good with words, so she would do you favors.

What she would like the most would be to share opinions or likes with you, so seeing that she finally has someone to talk about, makes her trust you much more. Furthermore, your relationship would become closer.

Show her more interest in the subject and you have her all nervous and excited. Obviously, she wouldn't show it but she would stutter a little.

If you told someone about the stars or talked to someone else about them she would get a little jealous. So if you were to find out about it, it would be better, because it would make her insecure that she is going to lose the friendship. Take care of her.

[cinnabunhwa]

the truth

pairing: lee minho x gn!reader

genre: hurt/comfort, heavy on the comfort, silly jokes

summary: today just won't go right. this whole week, in fact. you thought you could hold yourself together, but you're one thread away from crying. minho comforts you.

warnings: descriptions of anxiety and not being enough, guilt, crying, reader vents

words: 2,220

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a/n: whewwww my first fic and it’s a comfort fic with Minho 🥹 i think i rlly needed this so i hope that this helps anyone who needs it!!

“Y/n L/n didn’t do a single thing.”

You were in the middle of a very important meeting, displaying the powerpoint made by your team to investors. It was obvious your presentation was missing key elements and your coworkers were pinning the blame on you. You scoffed and wondered how they thought your boss would possibly believe that. It was YOU that put the info together, even spending nights after work piecing their parts together better. If it stayed as it was, the investors would have laughed in our faces. Instead, they were staring at your group with haggard expressions. These claims had started not too long ago, and they were long over it, but your coworkers did not want to budge. You put on a brave face despite their lies. Your boss turned to face you, noting the bags that lay under your eyes and sighing deeply.

“Y/n didn’t even try to keep in contact with us until yesterday,” another lied. A small cacophony of agreements burst forth, while you still had your hand up to the slide, taking everything in.

With everyone in the group trying to throw you under the bus, it’s no wonder that your boss wants to have a meeting with you on Monday before anything final happens. A saving grace by someone you’ve always known to be a fair judge. Despite that, the waiting period made your insides churn. The adrenaline from all the yelling was beginning to leave your body as you drove home, only exhaustion and an emotional downpour left in its wake.

Shaking your head to clear it, you turn your car off and grab your bags. It’s drizzling out, and you can’t afford to get caught in the rain. Can’t let those thoughts get to you. You have so much good to think about instead. Like coming home to your lovely boyfriend and his cats. Like knowing no matter what, you somehow always managed to have a roof, and you’re not often hungry. You can handle it, there’s steps that can be taken, probably. That means things are going to be okay. No matter what things need to be okay. They must be.

It's fine.

You managed to get to your door before the downpour got too bad and fumbled to get your house key. You knock in the meantime while you look, but after finding them you realize you can hear music coming from inside, so Minho probably didn’t hear you. You struggle a bit more with the keys, and push to let yourself in. The door feels heavier than usual as you melt against it, just happy to be out of the wind.

See? It’s fine. You got the door open.

Finally, you’re in a dry place, with no coworkers to lie about you, and you can just put all the heavy things down so you can come eat dinner. You made it home without much delay, and everything’s still other than the loud music coming from the kitchen. You move to place your bag on a hook, and your arm drops a bit heavier than usual. The next sound is of a hook falling to the floor, and your bag falling and crashing to the floor with it.

Things are not fine.

You hear footsteps running to the entryway of your shared apartment.

“Y/n??” Minho.

You also hear scattered smaller footprints, undoubtedly the cats running away from the loud bang. He opens his mouth to ask but hears the choked sniffle and his shoulders drop. You feel warmth on your back as he gently maneuvers past you so he can close the door. Despite trying your hardest not to sob, another sniffle gets past you and the next thing you feel is Minho enveloping you in his arms. He wraps both arms around you and pulls you close, supporting your weight so you lean on him. The tears flow, and together you stand. Sobs wracking your chest as you gasp for air, holding your boyfriend. Minho wipes your tears slowly, gently, and says nothing. He brings you further into your shared space, helping you remove your shoes, detouring to the stove to put it on low, then sits you on your favorite part of the couch. Minho grabs the fluffiest blanket you both own and wraps you in it.

He settles next to you, pulling your head to lay on his chest, ear just above his heart. You attempt to speak, but hear a gentle shush. He looks at you warmly, carding his hand through your hair with one hand, and calmly rubbing circles into your back with the other hand.

“First,” he started, “we breathe. Then we talk, ok jagi?” You nodded slowly, knowing it was no good to try to fight him on this. You nodded, opting to listen to his heart and let your brain process what it needed to. You slowed your breathing, trying to keep in time with his breaths.

While pulling the blanket up around your shoulders you sighed. The lights were dimmed, your favorite blanket was here, and your favorite human was here. You should be happy, right? You love Minho with everything you have, and you want to share happiness with him. But it’s hard.

Tears begin to prick your eyes. ‘No, it’s fine. Of course I should be happy,’ you thought. ‘I have a loving partner, a job, a roof over my head, things could be so much worse. I shouldn’t complain. Things could have gone left but I’m here.’

Your eyes begin to sting, and you sank into Minho and the couch, slowly closing them. The feeling of the couch welcomes you, and before you lose yourself completely, warm hands are placed on either side of your face. Your eyes snap open to see two worried ones staring back. He wipes at your face, tear streaks still visible. You didn’t realize you began to cry again. It’s then, looking into those eyes, that you realize you can’t hold onto it by yourself anymore.

“What’s going on, love?”

You’re silent for a few minutes. He doesn’t press you again, just slowly reaches over to where your hands are shaking. He holds his hands above yours, asking permission. Only at your nod does he fully extend. He gently holds both hands, no additional pressure, just to let you know he’s there. Sitting like this, with your bodies connected, it was getting easier to breathe.

You slowly lean closer until your forehead is pressed into his neck before whispering, “the meeting didn’t go well…”

Minho nods, rubbing slow comforting circles onto the back of your hand. He was aware of your meeting and even wished you good luck before you left this morning. You had seemed so optimistic when you left, but now you’re trying to hold yourself together.

 “didn’t go well… how? Or did something huge happen?” he asked.

Your eyes close, allowing tears to fall onto your joined hands.

“They made fun of my contribution to the project, said that I didn’t do much of anything, and my company lead didn’t defend me at all. He threw me at this deal because he said I was good enough and by the end of tonight it sounded like he was going to get rid of me.” You let out a small sob at the end of that phrase.

Being transparent didn’t come easy to you. There were a lot of times where you pretended things were okay or didn’t want to tell people things because they’d worry. There was nowhere in the world that you felt like you were believed, until Minho came along.

He puts you within arm’s reach, slowly wiping your tears.

“They’re idiots. Every single one of them. I saw how hard you worked and how put together your presentation was. Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out,” he said with a finality that couldn’t be argued, even if he did say it in a low and gentle voice. “We always do.”

Minho had watched all week as you struggled to make this project come to life. He watched you plan things after work hours. The hours you spent rearranging topics and trying to make what you had work. It broke his heart to see you cry over things that were out of your control. Especially when others had been unnecessarily cruel to you. Kissing your temple, he holds you close to his chest as if protecting you from any more bad feelings.

You have been with Minho for 5 months now, sixth coming up soon. The two of you had been friends since you could count.  Wherever Minho went, your family knew “y/n wants to go!!” You were a year younger than him, but you always had each other’s backs. He was a force that teased everyone you knew. People would often think he was mean, especially when he stated things the only way he wanted to; bluntly. When prompted about why he would say things like that he only replied, “well it’s the truth.”

“Absolutely not,” you deadpanned.

Minho looked at you and rolled his eyes.

“Now you stop believing me?” He crosses his arms, “Why do you say that?”

“There’s no way you like me,” you said, laughing wildly and hopping on the rock jetty near your house.

His only response is, and ever will be, “well, it’s the truth.”

Unbeknownst to you, while you were zoned out, your boyfriend had been trying everything he could to cheer you up now that you’d both sat a little. He cracked some jokes, complimented you, and let you know whatever it is that’s bothering you will pass. But then he realized, you were zoned out. Dori even came to paw at your foot once he realized it was you but received no response.

The sound of a throat clear brings your faraway mind back from fond memories.

You turn, and you’re met with the sight of your best friend, your boyfriend Minho.

He was about to speak but saw the look on your face. Your smile was genuine, but he could see how exhausted you were from the day. The weekend is a time for fun, but it can hold a lot of big feelings from the week prior. He was determined to make it better before it officially started.

Minho raised his eyebrows. “You thinking about me? You’ve got a big smile on your face.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him and lightly shoved him. His little jokes always pulled you out of the dark clouds. He rolled off the couch and dramatically laid on the floor.

“Oh no. I’m on the floor. Whatever will I do? Who will put big smiles on y/n’s face now?” he teased in the most monotone voice he had. “How will I ever get up—”

Soonie chased Doongie and both cats ended up running right over Minho’s chest, knocking his breath out of him for a moment. He yelped and the room went silent for a moment before your laughter filled it. He pretended to be slain, in the most ridiculous pose possible, switching every few seconds to a new pose that had tears of joy falling. You clutched your stomach, as you began to breathe normally again. Minho finally gets up, laughing to himself.

“You ok, love?” you breathed.

“Yep,” he chuckled, “here let me plate your dinner for you. Stay cozy, okay?” he said, kissing your forehead before standing and heading toward the kitchen.

Minho had been making your favorite food when you came home. He was sure that no matter what the outcome of the meeting was, that having your safe food was always going to be a good idea. He filled your plate and his own and brought it to the coffee table where you sat. He sat next to you and waited for you to eat. He lets you sit quietly for a moment before deciding to take action.

“Look at me,” he requested.

You obliged, looking tearily up at him. His eyes were dark, but firm. His index and thumb lightly hold your chin to keep your gaze.

“You are so good at what you do,” he says, while gently rubbing your jawline with his thumb, “You are only one person. There’s no way your boss won’t see what’s happening once he talks to you. I know you can’t help it but try not to go through the anxiety of it happening multiple times. Things will work out somehow. I’m sure of it. Try not to put yourself through it more than you need to.”

A warmth blooms in your chest. For the first time all night, Minho sees you smile past the worries. He gives your cheeks a pinch just to make you fuss at him, and hands you a teacup. The scent of Jasmine tea is strong as you take a small sip and relish in knowing that out of all the people in the world, your favorite made your favorite food, and a cup of tea on a bad day. Minho sips his own cup, making slurping noises. He’d do anything to keep that smile on your face. You giggle at his antics and embrace his torso.

“Thank you, Minho.”

“For what?”

“For saying that.”

“Well, it’s the truth.”

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Ugh Oh My God I Hate Intros

HAI !! I'm Gage (5/11/04, 20 y/o!!!) !!! (Hey/They/Xey/It/Paw/Null) But He/Him Is Best most times! ^-^ More Than One Blog! Exclusively therian content @galloping-gage! Honestly just stalk my twitter @/ChrismanStu if anyone I know talks about me saying any ferocious shit over there. If yall don't like terians yall might wanna GJOAC!!! (Go Jump Off A Cliff)

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a vent-y ramble with mentions of suicidal stuff and general blegh

ppl in my life keep telling me i'm underselling my abilities when it comes to functioning and such and that i can do more than i say/think and. idk. maybe they're right? but it doesn't change the fact that everything FEELS impossible to do. even if i technically can and even if i don't feel like death afterwards, the whole starting to do the thing is the hard part. and like it's probably due to me not wanting to do any of it. it sounds silly and childish and i dunno maybe it is, but the fact is, if i don't wanna do something, my brain will do everything it can to make sure i avoid it, no matter how mundane. it used to be worse when i was a teen but now i have more foresight so like i still force myself to do things i find highly unpleasant (like brushing my teeth or going to doctor's appointments or. fuck. wearing a bra??) and while they don't feel like the end of the world once they pass (...usually), it still feels like it's taking all of my energy to start them. and ik abt executive dysfunction ik i have it but it's more than that, it's not about having to hype myself up to do something, it's the explicit purpose of avoiding it.

and i think. it's tied to my suicidal tendencies. like, my immediate thought is always "i would rather die than do this" bc that's literally true about literally everything, but it pops up more forcefully and loudly when i really really don't want to do the thing. AND ofc depression is the cause for my lack of energy

it's also like. sensory issues make so many things straight up painful. and the brain's most basic instinct is avoiding pain. so i dunno maybe it's just the instinct. so basically, these people are not wrong, i technically CAN do all these things, just like i technically CAN touch a hot stove or shove a knife in my head as long as i don't think about it too hard and force myself to ignore it and take enough medication to calm down beforehand and have someone there to support me through it. like i don't think they realize this is on the same level for me bc it just does not process in their head that these mundane actions you need to do in order to live are this painful for me. and they never will get it!!!!! or even if they do they'll say "true, it sucks, but you need to do it anyway, that's life" like omg yes i know that's why i wanna die 😭😭😭😭😭😭 come on we've gone over this so many times

that's why i keep spiraling and that's why it feels impossible. most of my energy goes into forcing myself to start actions or even just preparing myself mentally for them, more than actually doing the actions themselves. and because i don't care about anything, i have no way to recharge the way others might be able to, so i'm running at 0% at all times

anyway that was a very long way to just whinily say "but i don't wannaaaaaa 🥺"

[brbabcseu]

What are some fun facts about AJ and his friends? They look like a fun group!

Leighanne w ur permission I am kissing u in glee

I got fun facts ABOUND

They're a very fun group! Jesse's never had complaints abt them, he thinks they're all good kids. They all got their own troubles and have their moments, especially around high school, but they're kids yk? Jesse is happy to have them under his roof if they ever need an escape or a vent or what-have-you. He WOULD love it if they could keep it the hell down after 10 pm though.

Damien is the newest initiate to the group. He's a sophomore when AJ and the other three enter their freshman year. Damien got to know Maya first through extracurriculars-- he runs track and Maya figures skates! They'd hang out after their respective practices and listen to podcasts while waiting for their parents to pick them up. AJ has a huuuuge crush on Damien and everyone teases him abt it... idk I love Damien so much he's such a goober!! V much one of those kids who "acts cool" bc he's always so chill and can easily run in more popular crowds but he's not a douche, he's actually v affable, if not a little too apolitical when it comes to disagreements + drama amongst the teens. Guess he's afraid it'll make his persona less neutral, and the idea of not being able to be friends with every different clique makes him feel insecure :(

Axel is overly boisterous, moderately annoying, and incredibly funny. Will Say and Do things just to see what happens. Rule of thumb: if it provokes their group to throw proverbial tomatoes at him, he's commiting to whatever that bit is. Likes to keep the energy up and the conversation flowing, otherwise he gets too anxious (he deals with a lot of tough things internally) and his friends remind him to relax once and a while, he doesn't always have to be so On around them. Close with all of them but has a special bond with Maya; AJ coming in close second.

Maya is sunshine incarnate. She always has a way to find things beautiful. If her life isnt going to inherently be like an indie film then she's going to MAKE it like one!! And she makes it look effortless to boot. Lover of all thing doodle-y, poetry, and podcast-y. Doesn't always matter the subject; admittedly though, she has a hard time focusing on something full through. If the name or thumbnail interests her she goes "sure hell yeah" and follows it lol. Her and Ax's respective neurodivergencies fit together very well. Her and Sam love to brag about their "boy-free" outings in front of the three guys and will usually team up when everyone else is being annoying. Maya considers AJ her sweet angel baby boy and would carry him around in her pocket if she could. She lovingly gave him the nickname "AppleJack" 🥹

Sam's been around the longest. A very level head in the group, a grounding force. She knew AJ since they were in diapers so they're essentially siblings. This is evident in how they treat each other; they'll whack one another over the head w a pillow and call each other a dumbass with EASE but also be ride or die till the end. The two can share one look and burst out laughing, super silly and goofy!! Sam's mom, Eliza, is a recovering alcoholic and has been slowly but surely putting her life together while Jesse's friend and local foster mom Delilah has taken care of Sam on and off throughout the years. Eliza is good people; her and Jesse are kindred spirits. So, meeting her and seeing her as a fellow struggling parent with a history of addiction, he vouched for her a lot and tried helping her out with housing and finding work while she was at her lowest. There were a lot of playdates, so Jesse's seen Sam grow up. He was there for all her school events, helped with all the birthdays, just as he did with AJ. A lot of that connection goes unsaid-- so it hit Jesse like a freight train when one day a 12 year old Sam approaches him and very casually hands him a father's day card. "You're not my dad but you are A dad, and a good one. I never met my own real dad so thanks for being there instead," the card read. She has to watch her smirk and keep from rolling her eyes and says, "Ah, you don't gotta cry about it!" when Jesse gets that 🥺🥹 look on his face. Despite being as prickly as her mom, she accepts his bear hug and tells him she loves him. The card is still on his dresser.

Doodles!!! Respectively: Sam receiving aforementioned bear hug, Maya and Damien hanging out, and Sam and AJ at their most affectionate

[toothlespoggers]

( do not read this if you just want to vibe and look at my silly undertale posts, just read it if you’re able to handle more intense topics)

Because people seem to think everyone is on the same ‘playing field’ as them or that people who are ‘lucky’ or privileged have everything sorted out.

Stop fucking assuming every fucking autistic/adhd etc person is the same. This post isn’t directed at anyone, I just need to let this out. i am so fucking, sick. Of people assuming everyone knows everything they do about social shit, or that everyone you meet will immediately know all your fucking triggers/baggage whatever. This applies to me as well, I’m just fucking say that people need to stop acting like everyone has the same ‘common sense’ for a number of different reasons. 1. Not all fucking ppl with autism have the same abilities, fucking assuming one autistic person should know something just because you’re autistic and you know it, like certain social cues/tones in text etc.

2. Stop assuming that everyone will understand you or whatever. People come from different backgrounds, all different kinds of people exist and there’s billions of things that could be going on with someone without you realising it. (I am guilty of this) just generally don’t assume people know everything you do

3. can the fucking??? Internet stop acting like mistakes can’t fucking happen? Like for example if someone makes a mistake and they’re young, don’t make them carry that forever. If someone makes a mistake and they’re older, depending on the severity of the mistake. It should be treated differently. Stop acting like everyone has to be perfect that doesn’t fucking exist.

4. For the love of god stop assuming other people are as chronically online as you are, if you’re one of these people I’m sorry this post is generalised and vent-y not in anyways an attack on you, I’m just trying to communicate that not everyone is the same. And if you yell at someone for something or whatever, try to keep in mind that not everyone has the same algorithm as you, not everyone knows the same things as you. Literally everyone’s internet is different it is SO DIFFERENT. Not every person is naive or innocent, no. But a lot of people don’t intend to be harmful or rude when they’re engaging online. The majority of people in fact do not want to cause any harm and will gladly accept education IF GIVEN IN THE CORRECT WAY.

stop fucking assuming, stop fucking hating on people instead of educating them. Stop fucking harassing people for not being at the same level you are.

This is not to say I am not guilty of any of these things. I have stated before and will state again that shockingly wowie I’m a flawed person. Oh my god who could have guessed? So yes.

another thing is..

STOP ASSUMING SOMEONE THATS YOUR AGE WILL BE AT THE SAME PLACE YOU ARE IN MENTAL MATURITY OR WHATEVER.

this happens so much. Like not everyone matures mentally or grows as a person the same way, it may take time and I know it’s difficult because I struggle with this too, just to remember that not everyone is on the same racetrack. Some people think differently and it takes longer for them to grasp concepts that you already grasp.

now I’m not saying “oh he’s 25 and did something racist he must be misinformed” no bullshit, just do things on a case by case basis, if the person apologises in an honest way and has a reason not to know certain things and corrects it from then on it’s not a problem. There’s a difference between wilful ignorance and unintentional ignorance. Or whatever.

I don’t know if I said any of this right or correctly. But I needed to get this off my chest. You’re free to disagree, heck you’re free to correct me do whatever you want, I’m just saying how I feel at this very moment as I write this, and it may or may not be the wrong opinion. I am well aware that i do not know how my posts will be recieved until they are recieved. So there is no way to gage from my perspective if this is right or not.

I just want people that don’t understand things and get outcasted as something broken because they aren’t able to grasp ‘common’ concepts to know that it’s okay. You’re not alone. Everyone isn’t perfect and it’s okay not to know how everything works right away, I’ll be with you every step of the way as you grow. Rome wasn’t built in a day, don’t force yourself.

[requiemforthepoets]

Would you be interested in writing something for Oscar? I feel like he would be the perfect guy to have your firsts with, so understanding and cute like imagine having your first kiss with him. He would be so understanding and would kiss you with so much care and ugh I need me a man like him☹️ would you be down to write something like that?

in a world full of wrong, you’re the only thing that’s right 𖦹 OP81

PAIRINGS: oscar piastri x female!reader

SUMMARY: the idea of falling in love scares you, but at the same time, you long for it. wanting to experience how it feels like having someone by your side.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: thank you for your request! i’m sorry that this one took days, i had already finished the original version of this one, but i was not happy with it so i scraped it off and decided to write a new one. i had also took some creative liberty if it’s alright with you. i hope that this one is up to your expectations. enjoy! :)

REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNINGS: not proofread, typos, no use of y/n, traditional upbringing, reader is an only daughter, overthinking, anxiety, fear of falling in love, and some fluff

You had never been in a relationship before Oscar. In fact, you had no idea what being in love was even supposed to feel like at all. So when your friends came to you, venting about their partners or asking for some advice, you would just sit there, nodding along, and pretending to understand everything that they were saying. But the truth was that you were clueless. You had never experienced the ups and down that they spoke of. No fights over silly things, no making up with heartfelt apologies, no lingering fear of being left behind. Part of you had always wondered what it would feel like to have someone special, someone to lean on, but another part of you was terrified–utterly terrified of the vulnerability, terrified of the idea that maybe one day, that person you end up with could hurt you.

You had been raised in a traditional household, the kind where dating wasn’t just for fun, but that is meant to last with the intention of marriage. Your parents always told you to be very careful, that relationships were serious and sacred. It doesn’t help that you are an only child as well, so your parents can be really overprotective of you. So, when you found yourself daydreaming about having a boyfriend, the thought would always come with a sense of guilt. You’d see your friends with their partners and wish, even just for a second, that you could have that too. But then again, these fears would creep in–what if he cheated? What if he wasn’t who you thought he was? What if you weren’t enough? The doubts swirled around in your head constantly. But then, everything changed when you met Oscar.

You met him in a way that you never expected you would. It was during a vacation in Monaco with some friends. The week had been loud and chaotic–late night dinners, laughter, and a bit of madness here and there. Needing some peace and quiet, you decided to stroll around by yourself. The streets of Monaco were breathtaking, and you let yourself get lost in the gorgeous scenery, with your thoughts floating somewhere far away. So far that you didn’t even notice the guy speeding towards you on his bike. Before you knew it, he swerved, narrowly avoiding a collision, but you lost your balance and tumbled to the ground.

“Shit! Are you okay?” The voice was concerned but soft, and when you looked up, you saw a pair of worried eyes staring down at you. He had already jumped off his bike and was holding out his hand to help you up. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there,” Oscar said, pulling you to your feet gently. His touch was warm and cautious, as if he was afraid you’d break.

“No, no, I should have been paying attention,” you quickly brushed it off, though your heart was racing for more reasons than just the fall. Up close, he was…well, you weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline or something else, but he was strikingly handsome. You didn’t know if it was love at first sight or from the shock of falling, but something inside you shifted in that moment.

“You sure you’re okay? I feel terrible about this.” He frowned slightly, scanning you for any sign of injury. “Let me take you to a hospital, just in case.”

You laughed nervously. “I’m fine, really. There’s no need for that.”

He didn’t seem convinced at all, but after some insistence, Oscar backed off. “Alright, if you’re sure. At least let me make it up to you. How about some coffee? My treat.”

Well, that’s pretty much how it all began. One coffee turned into another, then into long conversations about everything and nothing. You couldn’t quite believe how easy it was to talk to him. Usually you’d find yourself nervous around guys, but he was kind, thoughtful, and never made you feel uncomfortable and pressured. Slowly, those coffee dates turned into something more, and before you know it, Oscar had asked you to be his girlfriend. Though you couldn’t help but cringe when you thought back to the moment you said yes to him. You had never been so flustered, unsure of how to respond, that instead of a kiss like a normal person, you just gave him a hug. A damn hug. You had felt his arms wrap around you tightly, his laughter vibrating in his chest.

“So I take it that it’s a yes, then?” he had asked, his voice teasing but soft.

You had nodded into his shoulder, very embarrassed beyond belief. But Oscar being Oscar, he didn't care. He hadn’t even brought it up afterwards, as if he’d expect nothing more than that simple embrace–and that’s what you loved about him. Oscar never pushed you, never made you feel like you always had to rush into anything. He was patient and understanding in a way that felt comforting. Sometimes, late at night, you would lie next to him, just staring at the ceiling, wondering how you got so lucky. The fears you once had, the doubts that plagued your mind–none of them seemed to matter anymore every time you are with him.

One evening, after spending the day together exploring the city, you found yourselves sitting on a park bench, watching the sunset. It was quiet, the kind of comfortable silence that you loved and felt like home.

“Do you ever wonder if this is all real?” you asked him, your voice barely above a whisper. Oscar turned to look at you, his expression gentle. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know…sometimes I just can’t believe this is happening. I never thought I’d be in a relationship like this. Felt overwhelming and surreal sometimes.” he smiled, reaching out to take your hand in his. “I get it. I never thought I’d meet someone like you either.”

You blushed at his words, feeling the warmth of his hand in yours. “You really mean that?”

“Of course I do,” he said, squeezing your hand lightly. “You don’t have to worry, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

At that moment, you knew. You knew very well that all the fears you once had, all the time you had spent overthinking and countless anxiety–they didn’t matter anymore. None of it matters anymore. With Oscar, you felt safe, loved, and secured in a way you had never imagined. He wasn’t just your first boyfriend, he was your first in everything–the first person to show you what love really felt like.

Six months into your relationship with Oscar, you had managed to avoid what most people would consider a natural part of being a couple–kissing him on the lips. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, hell you definitely do want to kiss him so badly, to the point you had daydreamed about it plenty of times, thinking about how his lips might feel against yours. But every time you thought about it, your mind would spin, and your nerves would take over. You’d never kissed anyone before, and the idea of messing up, of completely not knowing what to do, terrified the shit out of you. Sure, you had kissed him on the cheeks, hugged him endlessly, but never once had your lips touched his. You couldn’t help but wonder how Oscar was so patient with you, how he never complained or pushed for more, he was very understanding in a way that made you feel safe. Sometimes, you even questioned how he could be satisfied or survived with just a few cheek kisses.

Yes, you had been raised in such a traditional household, but Oscar was special–so incredibly special–that the pressure you put on yourself to make the moment perfect felt overwhelming. Still, you knew that at some point, you’d have to gather the courage to just do it. But every time you tried to psych yourself up, you’d just freeze, thinking about it drove you crazy. There would be times where you’d hear people joke about you being a prude, or wonder aloud how anyone could go long without kissing their partner on the lips, but the truth was, you were just terrified.

Then came Baku. It was Oscar’s second win at the Baku Grand Prix, and you had traveled to the race with his family to cheer him on. The excitement in the air was evident as you stood by the barricades at the Parc Fermé, anxiously waiting for him to climb out of his car. Your heart raced as you watched him pull into the P1 space, his car coming to a stop, and pulled himself out of the cockpit.

Your heart nearly stopped when he stumbled slightly as he got on the top of his car, and you had to suppress the urge to vault over the barrier to make sure he was okay. But Oscar quickly steadied himself, he then pulled off his helmet and balaclava in one smooth motion, his hair a sweaty mess, but his eyes bright with victory. Oscar spotted you instantly, a wide grin breaking out across his face as he ran quickly towards you, and before you knew it, you were wrapped up in his arms. You held him tightly, feeling the energy and adrenaline coursing through him as he hugged you back.

“I’m so proud of you,” you whispered against his shoulder, the words almost lost in the noise of the crowd. “You were incredible.”

Oscar pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands finding their place gently on your cheeks. His thumb brushed your skin softly, and for a brief moment, the noise of the world around you seemed to fade away. He gazed at you with so much love in his eyes, the kind that made your heart flutter. Oscar had always been patient, understanding, never once pressuring you into anything you weren’t ready for. He knew about your fears, about how you hadn’t had your first kiss yet, but you had never told him why. Even without knowing the full reason, he had always respected your space and waited for you to feel comfortable.

But something was different today. The way he looked at you was different, and you felt it too��a shift inside you, a calmness you hadn’t expected. You weren’t scared at this moment, not with him. Somehow, Oscar seemed to sense that change too. He smiled softly, his hands still cradling your face as he leaned in just slightly.

“Is this okay?” he asked quietly, giving you the chance to back out if you needed to.

Your heart raced in your chest, feeling like it was gonna leap out from your chest, but for the first time in months, it wasn’t out of fear. It was out of love, out of excitement, out of knowing that this was the moment. You smiled up at him, nodding gently. That was all he needed.

Oscar’s touch remained as gentle as ever, his hands caressing your face as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. It was familiar, comforting, something he’d done a thousand times before. Then, he kissed the tip of your nose, making you giggle softly, your nerves starting to melt away. Then finally, he leaned down and kissed you on the lips.

The world seemed to stop as his lips met yours, soft and warm, and everything you had feared about this moment vanished. It wasn’t awkward or overwhelming like you had imagined–it was simple, perfect. Oscar kissed you gently, not rushing, not pushing for more than you were ready for. It was the kind of kiss that made you feel safe, like he was letting you know that this was just the beginning, and there was no need to rush. When he pulled back slightly, his forehead rested against yours, both of you smiling softly, sharing a private moment amidst the chaos of the race celebrations around you.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Oscar teased you lightly, his voice warm and full of affection. You laughed softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “I guess not,” you whispered, hands still resting against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips.

Oscar smiled, kissing your forehead again, and you knew in that moment that no matter how scared you had been before, being with him made everything feel right.

Later that evening, after all the chaos of the podium celebrations, press interviews, and flood of congratulatory messages, you found yourself in a much quieter setting with Oscar and his family. The energy from the race still buzzed in the air, but there was a sense of calm now, a comfortable warmth that filled the room as you all gathered around for a private celebration. You felt so at home with his family, like you were part of the family, and in moments like these, you couldn’t help but think of how lucky you were to have Oscar and this incredible group of people who treated you with so much love.

Dinner was simple but perfect, the conversation flowing easily between stories of the race and light-hearted teasing. You were sitting beside Oscar, with your hand resting comfortably under the table, something that felt so natural now, like an unspoken connection between the two of you. He would glance over at you every now and then, giving you that boyish smile that made your heart skip a beat every time. The moment you shared earlier at the track still lingered in your mind–your first kiss. It felt surreal, but in the best way possible.

After the dinner, Oscar had asked if he can spend the remainder of the night with you alone, to have some private moment. His family agreed and a few teasing had been made as well, but you and Oscar just laughed. By then, you decided to return to the hotel, to have some private and alone time with each other. Oscar sat beside you on the couch, his arms draped casually around your shoulders, pulling you close. His fingers played lightly with a strand of your hair as you leaned into him, your head resting on his chest. The bustling noise of the city seemed to fade into the background as you focused on the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath you.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about that kiss all night,” Oscar whispered suddenly, his voice low so only you could hear him. Your cheeks flushed, and you turned slightly to look up at him, your lips curling into a shy smile. “Yeah? What about our kiss?”

He grinned, eyes twinkling with amusement. “It was worth the wait. I’ve been waiting for that moment since the day I met you. Being it during my win made it more special.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes playfully, though the butterflies in your stomach refused to settle. “You’re just saying that.” Oscar chuckled softly, his thumb brushing gently over your shoulder. “I’m serious. I’m not sure you realize how patient I’ve had to be. But you’re worth every second.”

You felt your heart was about to combust at his words, and you felt yourself melt a little more into his side. There was something about the way Oscar always knew how to make you feel special, how he could say the simplest things and make you feel like the most important person in the world.

You smiled up at him, your voice soft as you said, “I’m really glad it was you. I’ve always been scared of what it would be like, but you made it…perfect.”

Oscar’s expression softened, his eyes full of that warmth and affection you had come to adore. “That’s all I wanted. For it to feel right for you.” Leaning up slightly, you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, feeling a surge of affection as you did so. “Thank you for waiting.”

“I’d wait a lifetime for you if I had to.” he smiled, resting his forehead against yours for a moment before pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

For the first time, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be.