#so i do feel a bit awkward about being here while they're going through something so serious and personal

[yazis]

I'M NOT INTERESTED!!

二十 - opening gambit

wc: 1.8k words

note: if u don’t understand chess, just pretend they’re playing monopoly or smth..? 😭 (there’s not too much detail tho). I FEEL LIKE SUCH A NEEK WRITING THIS, also it ended up being a bit longer than i had expected oops

he was staring down at you, face blank and unbothered. it was difficult not to swoon for him there and then. it reminded you of your first encounter with him yesterday...

it was then you cringed at the memory from yesterday, where you had kicked a ball towards the back of his head and nearly died on the spot from sheer embarrassment.

hopefully he doesn't remember, it doesn't seem like he does...

you clearly spoke internally too soon. because you watched as sae's once blank expression soured into one of distaste, his nose scrunching up slightly.

great. he definitely hates me...

"i'm the uh, club president here!" you blurted to try and change the course of whatever he was thinking, "are you.. hear to play chess?", you smiled a little giddy at the thought of new members, especially one as attractive as itoshi sae.

though the longer you looked at his face, the more your hopefulness faded.

who am i kidding? of course he's not here to play chess.

...

unless..?

"i'm looking for someone. they said they go to this club" he said in a monotonous voice, crushing any hopes you had going on in your head. you didn't even attempt to mask the disappointment on your face.

"looking for someone?" you repeated still sulking, raising a brow, "who are you looking for-"

you tensed immediately cutting yourself off. remembering the texts you had with him. the way you had annoyed him, the information you had stupidly dropped...

wait a second.. he's ACTUALLY hunting me down??

your mouth nearly dropped in shock but you covered it up with a few coughs. you didn't even have time to think, panicking once you saw his sharp eyes scanning upon the pitiful number of people in the room and then straight at you.

i need to say something! quick!

"they might not be here yet!" you said quickly, "there are usually more people here, it's just.. no one really decided to show up today.." you lied. on a good day maybe five or six people showed up.

he didn't say anything.

"do you know anything about this particular person..?" you said, trying to sound as calm as possible.

"they're a second year." he said plainly

i told him i was a second year? oh lord-

"oh a second year? haha.. we have A LOT of those round here..." you said playing it cool.

"we do?" you heard a quiet voice whisper in the background.

NOW'S NOT THE TIME ITADORI.

you cleared your throat awkwardly, "a-anyway, you might as well wait here. there's a chance they might turn up late.. most people do that."

"do they..?" you heard yet another voice mutter.

MIDORIYA!

you shot a quick sharp look over your shoulder as itadori and midoriya burst unto a quiet fit of giggles. turning back to face the man of your dreams, you put on an awkward smile.

"you can play chess while you wait?" you said, gesturing to the table you were about to play yourself on from where the two of you still stood by the door.

"it's um.. really fun.." you added on trailing off, wincing at how pathetic and sad you sounded.

you honestly felt a tad bit bad lying to him. being the person he was looking for, it meant that realistically he wasn't really waiting for the person he was looking for to walk through.

then you dwelled on the fact that the question you were asking him. was actually quite pathetic, or at least it made you feel so. especially with the deafening silencing, making you want to shrink back and hide under one of the tables.

heck rin, yoichi and meguru won't even play chess with me... what makes me think itoshi sae will??

you were expecting him to walk out the door any second, maybe with a cold glare as he left the room (giving you a reason to cry yourself to sleep tonight). what you WEREN'T expecting was him to speak up-

"fine."

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and that's how you ended up sitting across from the itoshi sae with a chess board between you two.

don't stress out y/n... you're only playing chess with your husband-to-be. no biggie, no biggie at all...

izuku and itadori had clearly read the room, opting for quiet whispers rather than their usual chattiness whilst they played each other.

meanwhile you shifted awkwardly in your seat, suddenly interested in the material of your skirt as the man sat across you stared down the pieces on the board on the table.

he was white and you were black, meaning he would be making the first move. but judging from the lack of movement on his part, you quickly realised he probably didn't know how to play.

so you looked up.

"um.. do you know how to play-"

he moved one of his centre pawns forward.

"oh." you said. looking down at the board. you were definitely not expecting that.

he knows how to play chess? i think i just fell in love all over again

you had to clear your throat.

"i didn't think football players would know how to play chess if i'm being honest, haha..." you said, moving on of your own pawns forward.

the game started to flow and you could tell with the moves he was playing that he wasn't exactly a beginner. your eyebrows furrowed slightly.

do i go easy on him then..?

you wondered. you'd probably be able to win. despite not having anyone to play for a couple of weeks due to the lack of attendance, you still tried your best to play random strangers online on chess.com. though...

if i beat him.. that'll give him another reason to hate me probably..

you then chuckle to yourself.

but if i beat him, i can assert dominance... hehehe..

as the game carried on silently. a few pieces were exchanged but your mind couldn't help but be distracted, trying to think of things to say, the silence was killing you.

i might never get a chance to speak with him like this, yolo i guess..

after a short while of mental conflict, you eventually spoke up nervously.

"my name's l/n, by the way. y/n l/n."

for the first time since he sat down, his eyes locked with yours. a bored expression on his face, unnerving. you gulped, but held eye contact nonetheless.

he didn't reply, and instead moved his next piece.

ok. i just got aired.

you were entering the midgame, it was around some point during that time that you could hear the defeated noises of itadori losing again. you didn't have to look to know that they were about to play each other for the fifth time.

it was actually a bit frustrating that you weren't winning by as much as you thought you would be in your game against sae, and you showed it with the frown on your features. perhaps you had actually gotten a bit rusty.

in actual fact, it was hard to pay attention to chess in front of you when you had a drop dead gorgeous man in front of you as well. one that seemed to dislike making conversation with you.

which was fine, you'd keep trying.

"how bout we make a bet? you know, to keep things interesting," you said trying to play it cool, your bishop taking his knight.

he looked up at you again. and you really couldn't tell what he was thinking, but you assumed he was intrigued. so you continued.

"if i win, i get your number." you grinned, a new found boldness to win emerging inside of you. sae looked as if ,not that you could see since you were smiling with your eyes closed. well you were until a split second later when you froze and realisation washed over you

wait a second... i already HAVE his number. if i win, WAIT-

"ACTUALLY... i don't want your number, now that i think about it.." you laughed awkwardly, moving one of your pieces without much thought behind it.

"good. i wasn't going to give it to you anyway." he said bluntly, glaring at you ever so slightly. you sighed quietly in relief.

right. that was way too close.. me and my stupid mouth.

"fine. if i win then.. can i get your autograph?" you asked. after all, according to yoichi, sae was quite popular in the football world. you could already picture the autograph pinned on your wall back home in your room.

he said nothing.

well. he didn't say no.

a few more moves were taken.

"and if you lose?" he said, you were mildly surprised he held up the conversation. a small smile made its way to your face at the thought.

'hahaha... me? lose to you?'

is what you wanted to say, but you decided after some thought that that wouldn't end up well for you. besides-

"check." he said, moving his queen forward, finding an opening that you were unaware of.

you frowned, you were hoping to get the first check yourself. having no choice but to move your king along a square, you did just that.

"um.. well if i lose. i guess i can help you find that person you're looking for." you offered, "i'm also a second year."

and then i'd get to spend more time with him.. without him knowing i'm the person he's looking for! it's a win win for me!

wait.

your mouth then formed a tight straight line as you realised you had just dropped the fact that you were a second year. you slowly looked down to avoid eye contact.

you'd like to think that sae didn't take note of the way you suddenly went quiet. but with your eyes glued down at the chess board, you failed to notice the way his eyes, narrowed, lingered on you for a second longer before too looking down at the table.

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it wasn't until around fifteen minutes later when the endgame arrived. the two of you were down to your last pieces.

at that point you weren't really focused on the game, not anymore at least.

you found yourself prolonging the quick glances you were giving sae earlier, longing stares instead were sent his way.

clearly you were too busy checking him out, because before you knew it...

"checkmate."

you blinked. his deep voice breaking you out of your trance as you casted your eyes away from his and down at the board in front of you.

"eh?"

surely enough, he had used his rook and queen and cornered you in checkmate.

you were completely stunned, looking down in disbelief and widened eyes.

two overdramatic gasps could be heard in the background, accompanied with some not so discreet whispers.

"no way..."

"he beat l/n..?"

"but l/n never loses!"

you ignored them, of course. when you finally found your voice-

"I LOST!?"

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[thevioletcaptain]

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[moonstruckme]

OMG IDEA....

Fwb doctor! Remus- so reader ends up at his work sick and then he ends up being the one to treat them like 'why didn't you tell me' and they're like 'well you're not my boyfriend so I didn't-' and whatever else but basically that prompts them to have the awkward convo that goes from fwb to dating

Thanks!

cw: mention of nausea, allusion to past sex but no sex takes place in this

fwb!doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

“Oh.” Remus falters halfway through the door. You look up from your phone, clearly as surprised to see him as he is to see you. You blink a couple of times as though clearing a film, your lips parting on a breath. Remus wishes his first thought were something more practical, something other than that it’s absurdly attractive. He may be developing a sort of Pavlovian response to you. “Hello.” 

“Hi,” you say, as shy as if this is the first time you’ve met. “What are you…” Your eyes move down to his coat, to the clipboard in his hands. “Do you work here?” 

“Yeah.” His voice sounds a tad softer than usual, and it’s the strangeness of that—him acting so out of place in an environment where he’s supposed to be an authority—that helps Remus remember himself. He steps the rest of the way into the exam room, closing the door behind him. “I take it you’re not here to see me.” 

A tiny smile graces your lips. “I might’ve been, if I’d known.” 

“Maybe next time.” Remus sets down his clipboard, opting to get his answers from you instead as he leans against the desk across from you. “What brings you in?” 

“I’ve, um…well, it feels weird talking about my problems now that it’s you.” 

Remus ignores how that stings. “It doesn’t need to. This is my job; I promise I can take care of you just the same as anyone else. Of course,” he forces himself to tack on, “if you’d be more comfortable with someone else, I can arrange that. You may just have to wait a while longer.” 

“That’s okay,” you say. “I’m fine with you. Sorry, it’s just different, you know?” 

Remus softens. He does know, to some extent. If he imagines himself going to get a cup of coffee, or boarding an airplane, or calling maintenance to his apartment and then finding out that you work there (He actually has no clue what you do, either, he realizes now. That’ll have to be remedied.), it would probably be a bit of an adjustment for him as well. 

“Nothing to be sorry for,” he assures you. “We can go about this however you’re comfortable. Do you want to tell me what’s bothering you?” 

“Right, yeah.” You’re playing with your fingers, not quite looking at him. You’re acting shy, in a way Remus had almost forgotten you could be. It’s fucking adorable, honestly. He assumes it’s because of this new environment and the shift in the dynamic between you, but it amuses him to think of you being more self-conscious in clothes than out of them. He wants to tease you, but he has a new role to play, too. “I’ve not been able to eat very much lately?” 

Remus feels his brows come down. 

“I’ve just been feeling rather nauseous,” you say, picking at your nail. “I thought maybe I was nauseous because I wasn’t eating, but eating didn’t seem to help either, so.” 

“How long has this been going on?” he asks. 

“A few days. Almost a week.” 

You know what he’s going to say. Remus knows you know, because your eyes flicker up to his for just a moment, sheepish. 

He was with you two nights ago. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“I’m sorry,” you say, quietly. “I know I should have, but I really didn’t think it was contagious.” 

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” Remus feels his body gravitating towards you. Wanting to touch you, hold you, envelop you. He keeps it where it is. “It’s just that we spent all that time together, and you didn’t mention once that you weren’t feeling well.” 

“Well, I didn’t know that you did—” you gesture vaguely about the room “—this at the time.” 

“Even so.” 

You shrug, looking heartachingly unsure of yourself. “I don’t know. I didn’t think it was relevant. It’s not the sort of thing we usually talk about, is it? I mean, you’re not, like…” 

Remus can fill in the blanks. It hurts to do it. He’s not your boyfriend. He’s not someone you open up to about the everyday things in life. For fuck’s sake, you haven’t even asked each other what you do for work. 

But you are something to each other, aren’t you? Aren’t you at least friends? It’s not like all the time you spend together is taken up by wordless, impersonal, utilitarian sex. Remus tries to spend time with you before or after. At first it was just to make himself feel better about the transactional aspect of your relationship, but it wasn’t long until he was just doing it because he wanted to. He’s bought you coffee, and dinners, and pastries. He’s fixed the squeaky leg on your bed. You’ve sat on the roof of your building together and made up stories for passersby on the sidewalk below. He’s made you eggy toast in his kitchen. Your clothes have been in his dryer, for Christ’s sake; what could be more intimate than that?

“I’m your friend,” he says, because he won’t be leaving any room for argument, not on this. “You can tell me these things. You can tell me anything you like.” 

“Oh,” you say softly. You have that same look as when Remus first came in, like you’re seeing him entirely differently. “Okay. I didn’t know.” 

He feels his lips twitch. “Well, now you know.” 

“Okay,” you say again. Blinking. 

Remus puts you out of your misery. “Have you noticed anything else out of the ordinary?” 

You start listing symptoms, tentative, unsure. Remus forces himself to stay right where he is and listen rather than step forward to take your temperature, or get your blood pressure, or any of the other things that would help him get to the bottom of this more quickly. He doesn’t usually have to hold himself back, with other patients. It’s just that you…well, while Remus always cares about making things better for his patients as soon as he can, it’s possible that he cares just a little bit more in this case. It’s also possible that there’s still an instinctive part of him just dying to get closer to you. He wants to feel you beneath his hands and know that you’re okay. 

“Alright,” he says once you’re done, taking his stethoscope from around his neck, “I need to check a few things to be sure, but I think I know what we’re dealing with.” 

“Really?” Your expression glows with relief. A flicker of humor warms your eyes. “How did I know you’d be good at your job?” 

Remus hums, pleased beyond reason at your assessment of him. “You’ll need a prescription. You’re my last appointment of the day, so, if you’ll let me, I can take you to pick it up and get you set up at home afterwards.” 

“Oh, Remus…” You look up at him as the bell of his stethoscope settles over your heart. He ignores the drumbeat to hear you. “You don’t have to. I know we’re friends now, but that’s too much. You’re not obligated to do those sorts of things for me.” 

“I’d like to do those sorts of things for you,” he responds unflinchingly. “It wouldn’t be out of obligation, it’d be because I want to.” 

Your heartbeat ratchets up. “I don’t want to feel like a job for you.” 

“Sweetheart” —there it is again, that soft tone. Entirely unprofessional— “you could never be a job. I love spending time with you, alright? I’d love to look after you, if you’d be okay with it.” 

“I love spending time with you, too,” you murmur, so sweet Remus could kiss you if that wouldn’t truly put him at risk of getting fired. And yet he’s still thinking about it. “Of course you’re welcome to come over if you want to. I just…I don’t know how to…” 

It’s clear by now that Remus is a weaker man than he thought himself to be. He gives in, covering your lips with his. 

“We’ll figure it out,” he promises you.

[harrysfolklore]

i see your face in every crowd - op81

summary: the asutralian grand prix is right around the corner and oscar's face is everywhere in melbourne, his ex girlfriend can't help but miss him (he misses her too)

folkie radio: if you know me you know i'm a sucker for an exes to lovers trope, and honestly this one is one of my faves i've ever done. ENJOY AND LEAVE FEEDBACK

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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username1 BABYYYY

username2 i'm happy she's home and surrounded by love

sabrinacarpenter miss ur face already 😭 these songs are about to end lives fr

chappellroan THEYRE NOT READY FOR WHAT'S COMING!!! also pls come back to LA soon i'm dying without u

username3 chappellynbrina is a forever thing

username4 the way melbourne gp is gonna be so awkward next month...

└ username1 why does everyone have to make everything about that 🙄 let them live

└ username2 no fr like can we focus on the music instead

username5 oscar ain't shit anyway, ur so much better without him queen

└ username3 y'all don't even know what happened, stop being toxic

└ username6 they literally both asked for privacy can u respect that maybe

alexandrasaintmleux being home suits u sm! can't wait for the new era

└ username2 once a wag always a wag

username7 THE BREAKUP ALBUM IS COMING AND IM HERE FOR IT

username8 take all the time u need but also pls drop a song soon we're starving 😩

lando yooo text me when you get the chance !

└ username1 THEIR FRIENDSHIP LIVES

└username2 oscar piastri you can't break this one

username9 some of y'all are being so mean for no reason, they were cute together and now they're not, it happens

username10 manifesting a collab with sabrina on this album 🕯️

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oscarpiastri Last few days of prep before heading home for the season opener. Ready 💪

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username1 THATS MY BABY GOAT

username2 we're so taking that wdc this year

lando looking a bit weak mate might need another few months of training

└ oscarpiastri stick to gaming mate

└ carlossainz55 Children, behave 😂

└ username1 THIS INTERACTION

username3 we're so back. man's entering his thirst trap era and we love to see it

└ username1 healing through gym pics, real

username4 the transformation from rookie to absolute unit we love to see it

username5 melbourne's gonna go crazy for him

└ username2 the city will be pretty much covered with his face

username7 the post-breakup glow >>>>>>

username8 bro said watch me get faster AND hotter

username9 yn is stronger than me bc i definitely would've given him another chance

georgerussell63 Looking strong 💪🏼

└ lando but still slower than me

└ oscarpiastri We'll see about that mate

└ username3 WHAT IS LANDO'S PROBLEM

aussiegp Our hometown hero getting ready to give us a show 🇦🇺

username10 YN GET BACK WITH HIM I BEGGG

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definitelynotyn not me stalking his instagram at 2am with a glass of rosé in hand... why he gotta post gym pics looking like THAT 😭 someone take my phone away fr because what if i do something stupid like text him rn???? also why does he have to look so good while training I HATE HIM

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shortandbrina girl DELETE instagram rn i'm not joking!! calling u in 2 mins

└ definitelynotyn too late i already watched his story 3 times help

midwestprincess this is why we don't drink wine alone bestie... coming over with ice cream and we're watching mean girls

└ definitelynotyn pls hurry before i do something stupid like listen to our playlist

livbedumb first rule of breakups: BLOCK THE GYM PROGRESS POSTS!!!! trust me on this one

└ definitelynotyn but what if i just want to check if he's doing okay 🥲

└ gracieeeeee she's lost it completely someone intervene

arithegood not me literally writing a song about this exact situation last week 💀 wine drunk stalking is universal bestie

└ definitelynotyn pls send me the song i just know it'll hurt so good

phoebenotbuffay okay but like... we've all been there 😭 remember when i almost texted #him after he decided to walk around in those short shorts

└ definitelynotyn at least urs wasn't wearing race suits that make his arms look like THAT

whostaylorswiftanyway time to write a song about it bestie x

└ definitelynotyn already got three verses and a bridge done ngl

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f1updates Melbourne is getting ready for the Australian GP! The city is covered in @/oscarpiastri billboards and posters as they prepare to welcome their home hero

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username1 imagine being yn trying to get coffee and boom there's your ex's face on a 50ft billboard 💀

username2 the way you literally can't escape his face anywhere in the cbd this week

username3 the way this gp would've been so different if they were still together... remember last year?

└ username1 they were the cutest in the paddock

└ username2 pls she probably won't even be in melbourne this year

username4 our boy is everywhere and we love to see it!!

username5 the promotional team really said oscar piastri world domination

username6 the billboards are giving everything they need to give tbh

username7 maybe she should drop the breakup album during race week for maximum chaos

└ username1 now that would be iconic behavior

└ username3 the way the charts and the podium would be fighting for his attention

username8 MELBOURNE IS OSCARLAND

username9 imagine not being an oscar fan rn… or worse, being his ex

username10 CAN SOMEBODY THINK OF OUR GIRL YN

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oscarpiastri Seems like there's a few of me around Melbourne at the moment... has anyone noticed? 😅

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username1 OSCAR FUCKING PIASTRI

username2 HE DID NOT

lando bit of an upgrade for the city tbh └ oscarpiastri Better than your face mate

username3 OH HE'S MESSY FOR THIS ONE

└ username1 posting this RIGHT after her story i'm screaming

username4 he chose violence today and i'm here for it

mclaren Our guy's everywhere! Can't wait for the weekend 🧡

└ username2 admin pretending they don't see what's happening here

username5 THE TIMING OF THIS POST??? someone's feeling petty

username6 he really said "oh you can't escape me? let me show you why" 💀

georgerussell63 Just ran into your face in the airport

username7 the way he probably had these pics ready and WAITED

username8 bro saw her story and chose chaos

danielricciardo looking good mate! although i remember when it was my face everywhere 👴 └ oscarpiastri Times change old man

username9 it's giving "oh you miss seeing me? here's more" energy actually

username10 focusing on the important stuff: he looks good in every single billboard

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yourinstagram missing tour life so much today! can't wait to get back on the road and see all your beautiful faces again 💕 thankful for the memories we've made together x

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username1 MY GIRL I MISS HER

username2 the way she posted this exactly after THAT story... we see you

└ username3 damage control era

troyesivan SUPERSTAR 🤩🤩

username4 girl we know what (who) you're really missing

└ username2 not her trying to distract us 😭

username5 we're not fooled bestie but we support you

sabrinacarpenter miss you too angel!! ❤️

└ yourinstagram love you sabs 🥺

username6 NOT THE DAMAGE CONTROL POST

username7 WE NEED A TOUR ASAP

gracieabrams I miss being on the road with you 🥹🥹

username8 EVERYONE TALKIG ABOUT OSCAR HELP

username9 can we talk about how good she looked on tour though??

username10 the way she's probably sitting with sabrina rn planning damage control posts

└ username11 the group chat must be WILD right now

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definitelynotyn well. something just came in the mail and i think i might actually throw up. universe really said "you thought that instagram story wasn't enough embarrassment for one day?"

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shortnbrina GIRL CHECK YOUR TEXTS RN

└ definitelynotyn I'M HAVING A CRISIS

midwestprincess the way i SPRINTED here when you texted

└ definitelynotyn help what do i do

└ midwestprincess BREATHE FIRST

gracieeee wait is that what i think it is? 🏁

└ definitelynotyn 🙃🙃🙃

└ gracieeee OH MY GOD????

livbedumb the timing… someone's been plotting

└ definitelynotyn don't. i can't think about that.

maddiebeer okay but like… are you going?

└ definitelynotyn MADS PLS I'M ALREADY SPIRALING

└ maddiebeer that's not a no 👀

arithegood manifesting a rain delay so you have to stay longer

└ definitelynotyn I HAVEN'T EVEN DECIDED IF I'M GOING

└ arithegood sure jan

phoebenotbuffay imagine if you'd actually posted this on main too

└ definitelynotyn DON'T EVEN JOKE ABOUT THAT

└ phoebenotbuffay too soon? 😂

dulapeep at least you have time to plan outfits

└ definitelynotyn NOT HELPING

└ dulapeep the green dress. trust me.

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oscarpiastri Close. Bring on tomorrow

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username1 THATS MY BABY GOAT

username2 oscar piastri man of few words

username3 pole position if he was still with yn

mclaren Our home champ 🧡

username4 OKAY CHAT DO WE THINK YN WILL ATTEND THE RACE??

└ username1 maybe focus on racing?? this isn't about his ex

lando sorry about that

└ oscarpiastri Should've just let me keep it

username5 can't help but think about yn in parc fermé for his win tomorrow but they're not together anymore

username6 HES WINNING TOMORROW THERE'S NOTHING THAT CAN CHANGE THAT

charles_leclerc An existential crisis later

└ carlossainz55 Let him breathe

└ username1 HUUUH WHAT ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT

username7 brb listening to yn's songs about him.. specially lover

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definitelynotyn watching from my couch because apparently i'm the biggest coward in the universe. the pass is literally staring at me from my coffee table. i hate myself.

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shortnbrina GET IN YOUR CAR RIGHT NOW

└ definitelynotyn I CAN'T

└ shortnbrina YES YOU CAN I'M CALLING YOU AN UBER

midwestprincess GIRL THERE'S STILL 40 LAPS YOU CAN LITERALLY MAKE IT

└ definitelynotyn and then what?? walk in mid-race??

└ midwestprincess YES EXACTLY LIKE A MAIN CHARACTER WOULD

livbedumb not you watching his every move on tv when you could be there

└ definitelynotyn this is less scary ok

└ livbedumb is it though??

maddiebeer remember when you said you'd never be that girl who's too scared to face her feelings?

└ definitelynotyn low blow mads

whostaylorswiftanyway THE PASS IS RIGHT THERE GO GET YOUR MAN

└ definitelynotyn STOP YELLING AT ME

└ whostaylorswiftanyway NO

gracieeee remember when you said his note was the sweetest thing ever? remember crying about how much you missed him? but sure stay on your couch

└ definitelynotyn this is emotional manipulation

definitelynotyn FINE YALL WIN. CALLING A CAR RN

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definitelynotyn we did some talking. then we did some kissing. then we did some more talking. then we did some more kissing. might have cried a bit (him too). wearing his sweatshirt again. life's funny sometimes.

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midwestprincess OH GOD FINALLY

gracieeee I'M SOBBING

leclercccccc FINALLY you accepted the follow request

└ definitelynotyn oh my god

└ leclercccccc i helped with the speech you know

└ notoscarpiastri mate.

└ leclercccccc you're welcome btw

landitooooo took you both long enough bloody hell

└ notoscarpiastri says you

└ landitooooo oi what's that supposed to mean

└ shortnbrina no idea really

└ definitelynotyn lando norris and sabrina carpenter... there's stuff you need to explain

arithegood THE TIMELINE HAS BEEN RESTORED

└ definitelynotyn dramatic much

└ arithegood says the girl who showed up mid-race

whostaylorswiftanyway I expect a full debrief tomorrow but I'm happy for you my girl

notoscarpiastri Can we go back to the kissing?

└ definitelynotyn please

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popbuzz YN AND OSCAR PIASTRI SPOTTED TOGETHER IN MELBOURNE

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username1 THE SWEATSHIRT THE SWEATSHIRT THE SWEATSHIRT

└ username2 SHE'S WEARING HIS CLOTHES AGAIN

username3 FROM SPINNING OUT TO BREAKFAST DATES IN 24 HOURS

└ username2 character development at its finest

username4 IM GOING TO CRY THEY'RE BACK TOGETHER

username5 Sources say he went to her place last night...

└ username1 and didn't leave 👀

username6 I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY REALLY GOT BACK TOGETHER

username7 this is proof that crying over your ex on main actually works

username8 YN IS A WAG AGAIN OMFG

username9 everybody say thank you australia gp billboards with oscar's face

username10 OSCAR LOVE SONGS ARE SO BACK

username11 WE WON SO HARD

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oscarpiastri Home race took some unexpected turns both on and off track. P9 wasn't the result we wanted, but somehow still ended up winning this weekend.

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username1 HE'S SOOOO

username2 LOST THE RACE BUT GOT THE GIRL??

lando mate that's actually smooth

└ oscarpiastri Learned from the best

mclaren We'll take this kind of victory too 🧡

username3 THE THIRD PICTURE IM SOBBING

username4 mans really said forget p9 i got the girl

username5 HE'S SO BOYFRIEND WE'RE SO BACK

nicolepiastri ❤️

username6 OSCAR PIASTRI THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

username7 oscar's guide to get back with your ex with just ten simple steps

sabrinacarpenter FINALLY !!! OUR GIRL CAN STOP MOPING AROUND

└ chappellroan now we need oscar's friend to grow some balls too

└ oscarpiastri @/lando

└ lando well...

└ username1 OMFG LANDO AND SABRINA??

└ username2 WHAT JUST HAPPENED

username8 I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS REAL LIFE

yourinstagram 🥺🥺 i love you

[katakaluptastrophy]

I think what's so interesting about Gideon as a narrator at the anniversary dinner is the fact that there's clearly tensions that she's just not picking up on because she's only there to eat a dessert.

But these people are all the immensely powerful leaders of the Houses and consider themselves to be in competition for literal godlike powers and the favour of the emperor.

There's so many little snippets that are potentially intriguing: why is Teacher trying to prime the Ninth to consider the Fifth a threat? Why are the Third and the Sixth "sizing each other up like prizefighters"? The Fifth absolutely knew what they were doing when they sat the teen heads of the opposing cults near each other.

Through Gideon's lens, Magnus' speech is a little awkward jokey thing. But...the seneschal of the House that is known to be actively trying to absorb another House is saying it's such a shame they're all so remote from each other and what do they all have in common (and it's so quiet you "could have heard a hair flutter to the floor") - that had to feel a bit different to people who aren't Gideon.

Palamedes' is dissecting the meaning of "Master Warden" and at one point compares it to a prison warden. 'Dulcinea' asking about whether Magnus and Abigail have children is perhaps less small talk and rather more pointedly political. Harrow's apparently stilted conversation with Protesilaus is clearly her actually probing his limitations like he's a bad Chat GPT-run chatbot.

And then 'Dulcinea' tells Gideon she liked the dinner because it was "useful". In her typical "I never lied to you" way, Cyth wasn't lying when she said Abigail had to die because of her hobby - Abigail Pent let loose on the Facility would have risked blowing Cyth's cover sky high. But what does a Canaan House look like where after the dinner party, the Fifth go down to the facility, get a key, and survive to continue their 'the Houses are going to get along or else' agenda? We've seen Fifth House soft power on a smaller scale in HTN: and it looks like inviting a teenager round for coffee, lulling her into a false sense of security with small talk, and then physically preventing her from leaving the room until she does what you want, while smiling the entire time. A series of little coffee chats could probably have led to a lot of cooperation in Canaan House, one way or another.

Gideon jokes about Silas marrying Ianthe because of their similar colour pallete, but it does raise the fact that there seems to be some tension around the Third, its succession, and the *point* of Ianthe. Why is Silas openly saying Ianthe should have died at birth? Combined with Judith's comments in the Cohort Intelligence Files about succession on the Third, it feels like there's something else being said here that Gideon isn't picking up on.

And of course, Harrow wasn't the only one desperate to become a Lyctor because her con was unsustainable. Presumably at some point Corona and Ianthe would be expected to marry, or at least take on more separate roles as Corona prepared to take over the throne and Ianthe was funneled off elsewhere. At some point, their package deal would have become unsustainable and Corona's cover would have been blown. But much as Harrow wants to become a Lyctor so she can reveal the state of the Ninth without repercussions, Ianthe is probably in part motivated to become a Lyctor for the same reason. Because otherwise, what would Ianthe's expected role have been? Amidst the suggestion of anxiety about the Idan succession, the dinner party also presents the fact that the reason Abigail and Magnus' infertility isn't a succession crisis for the ruling family of the Fifth is that Abigail's younger brother dutifully married in his early 20s and had kids. We know there are branch families in Ida - Babs is from one. He may be a prince, but he's not treated well, and you do get the sense that the stakes to stay in power in Ida are high.

We don't learn anything about the political situation in the Houses themselves during HTN or NTN, but in the wake of Canaan House, you have to suspect there are a number of tensions and concerns.

[yougavememyopia]

Tsundere X Yandere

Tags: Yandere loner reader, tsundere touch-starved darling, stalking, fingers in mouth, suggestive ;)

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Usually I don't do yandere reader but it was fun to write! Next part is yandere x yandere~

The execution of the plan could not be more perfect. No witnesses, no mishaps. Nothing got in your way to have a pretty boy unconscious and captured within your hold. All yours and yours alone.

When you woke your new darling boyfriend, you expected frightened tears. You expected screams of panic. Shock and disbelief. Cursing and profanity. You expected some kind of negative or (rare case) positive reaction. Not... this.

A bored, unamused expression on his face was far from what you were expecting. His eyes judged you up and down. Filled with nothing but apathy to the environment around him.

No reaction to the ropes that hugged his wrists nor the walls surrounded by various pictures of him. Raging from the mundane to the extreme. From eating ice cream outside to a photo of him sleeping. Every single part of his life was documented, and yet he didn't look creeped out at all.

"So... you're my stalker." He muses. An eyebrow raised while he breathed out a sigh. "I knew I was being watched, but no one believed me. I bet they're sorry now for doubting me."

You cleared your dry throat. The nervousness was getting to you, still caught off-gaurd by how unbothered he seemed. You did owe him an explanation, even if he didn't seem to want one.

Your life had been pretty bland and mundane. A lack of socializing left you with a lonely heart. Every day felt like such a drag. Another day that you had to survive. Another day closer to your death.

You decided that had to change. An action had to be taken. You couldn't go your whole life thinking like that. And while, yes—making friends and meeting someone through the normal ways would've been nice—you just... weren’t that kind of person.

You were always a bit crazy. Abnormal. Creepy. "Welcome to your new, forever home." An anxious smile overtook your face. Excitement pumping through your body. This was messed up, but you couldn't bring yourself to feel a hint of regret.

"Yeah, okay. Can we wrap this up? I got somewhere to be." His hands tried to tug their way free, yet those bind was much stronger than him. Another frustrated sigh from his nose as he obviously failed to escape.

"Well... You're not going anywhere. I captured you and now you are mine. That's how these things work, right?"

He just stared at you with a blank face. "Yeah, right. As if I'm going to be living here forever."

Why was he looking at you like that? It seemed like he did not understand how kidnappings worked. "Well, you see, you're tied to a bed. I don't think you can be making demands."

He went silent. The deadpan look on his face not flatering in the slightest. "I see."

This felt more awkward that it need to be. Minutes passed as you started pacing around the room. Rambling and yapping about how it was hard to get into a relationship. Your insecurities. Your fears. Your doubts. All while he bemusingly gazed at you, like a foreigner who didn't understand a single word of English.

You told him about how you learned to tie knots or what kind of drugs were useful. All the trouble with the plan to take him.

"Wow. You went through all that for me?" His tone changed to something lower. A sarcastic grin on his face. "How sweet. You worked so hard to take away my freedom. Good job, freak."

You slowly chuckled. A monster... That was what you turned into. Your hands shaking this entire time while your eyes remained wide. The unhinged forced smile getting bigger. You really did it. You fixed your life.

"Oh, well... I was getting tired of being alone. And you also seemed very alone too." No wonder why. He was a social reject, not very social or outgoing. Thus why kidnapping him was a bit too easy. "You're also pretty cute... W-when you don't speak."

"Great. I'm even hated by my kidnapper. Isn't that something?" He rolled his eyes. "I told you I need somewhere to be. Untie me."

You frowned at his dumb demands. "...I'm quite sure the ice cream truck already closed for the day."

He blushed and turned his head away. "I-I forgot you watched me... Weirdo."

You noticed how he always loved to get the French vanilla once a week after getting out of the house to touch some grass. He was safe, predictable. You knew you would slowly break down his tough exterior and get to the delicious creamy center.

How you couldn't wait to do all the couple things you saw. Gone would be those days where every day was a reminder of how you'd die alone. The mall, the park, literally anywhere. It would finally be safe to enter the real world out there. Escapism can only get you so far.

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"Ah, finally home at last." You muttered under your breath as you made your way inside.

You threw your keys into a drawer and took off your shoes. Immediately, you went to check in on your tied hostage. Seeing him on the bed, watching TV. All comfortable and relaxed. It made you smile.

His eyes switched their focus to you.

"You look like a mess." He stated. Eyes scanning up to down. "Aww~ You had a bad day, right? Gonna take it out on me?"

You rolled your eyes. "Hello to you too, doll."

"That's all I am now, huh? A toy to be played with. Urghh! I hate this. This is dumb. So dumb."

As he started to complain, you were already in the bathroom. Changing your clothes to something comfortable and washing your face. When you came back out, you sat on the bed right beside him. The proximity making your heart beat faster.

"You weren't complaining when I hugged you during the thunderstorm last week." You smirked at him. The memory of him falling asleep on your chest while you rubbed his back fresh on your mind.

You slept on the ground. A comfortable matress beside the bed he slept on. Sometimes watching him sleep, sometimes playing with his soft curls. When you heard him yelp at the sound of thunder one night, you had to hold back a giggle.

He whined. "Fuck you. Fuck this. Fuck everything."

Two fingers on his lips silenced him. His eyes closing in frustration while you lowered your tone. "Hey, be quiet... We agreed that if you behaved—"

He pulled away, "—come on! Technically, you're not supposed to be so strict with the guy you're obsessed with. You should spoil me rotten, right? That's how it works. Serve me, worship me, bow—!"

You forcefully plunged your fingers into his lips, shutting him up. The warmth and wetness of his mouth welcoming you. You've never been so bold with him—always making sure you're gentle and respectful—but slowly, you were realizing how to tame him. Slowly breaking his walls and mending him to your liking.

"Don't bite. You don't wanna make me angry." You warned him gently. His tongue failed to get your index and middle finger out, only accepting his fate when you pushed deeper in. Rubbing the slimy texture and exploring the roof of his mouth. It wasn't long before he started panting, tugging his bindings. "Is it getting too much for you?"

As you pulled away—he coughed slightly—watching you put the saliva covered fingers back into your mouth for a taste.

"Eww... Disgusting. Fucking perv!" He yelled. A bit of drool left at the corner of his lip (since he had no way of wiping it). "And here I thought you couldn't get worse."

You let out a hum. "Mmh~ I get you're not ready for kissing, so I will take anything I can get."

He clicked his tongue, eyes looking anywhere but at you. "Tch... Why don't you spare the humiliation of spitting in my mouth next and get that fucking kiss done with?!?"

You smiled hesitantly, eyebrows furrowing. "What?"

"If you want it so bad, take it. I'm at your mercy, after all. You... can be more assertive. If you're really obsessed with me, then prove it."

You took his chin in hand, closing the distance between you two. Your nose rubbing on his cheek as you drew in closer. Yet, it wasn't close enough. Your parted lips not quite reaching his. He stayed still with closed eyes for a moment. Waiting, longing, but the kiss never came.

"You're so mean.... just... kiss me.... please?"

Your smile widened, tilting his head to an angle and gently pressing your lips against his. Hands making their way to tug his hair, tongue rubbing lewdly against each other. Moans and pants filling the room.

Your hands ran down from his tinted cheeks to his warm neck, to his tensed shoulders to his heaving chest, and finally, it dropped to his thighs. His quivering and shaking lap hiding a certain growing region from view.

Your finger nudged it with purpose, pulling away from him and tilting your head. Watching him bit his lip as you poke it again. "What's this?"

He frowned, looking at you as if you were stupid. "A boner...?"

"I was trying to... Nevermind." You always had a hard time deciphering if he was serious or merely joking. His sarcastic remarks, his logical reasoning. It was a bit odd, yet endearing.

Your hand left him, making him groan with a frusted huff. "You're the one to talk, y'know. You're a big loser. That's why you kidnapped me. 'Cause you couldn't make any friends or find a date. I was just a helpless guy living my totally eventful life."

You smiled, amused. Patting his head condescendingly thrice and getting up from the bed.

"You're doing this on purpose, right? You just want to see me beg because it makes you horny." He stated as a fact. His voice turned whiny, "I promise I'll behave from now on~ I promise~ Just a little touch~"

You beamed, holding your hands behind you while you stood still in your spot. "Not good enough."

"Are you serious... All that for nothing?" He embarrassingly turned his head to the side. Mumbling something you could clearly hear. "Why do I have to suck up to this insecure bitch?"

"I heard you." You kept the smile on your face. "Usually, people try to be nice to their kidnapper. It's more safe, no? I'm sure you knew that since you're so smart."

"You have no idea what I'm planning. It's a super smart plan from my intelligent brain." His eyes still stayed on the ground. The relaxed look on his face present as always.

"Sure. But perhaps you'd like to say something nicer, or else no one is relieving your little problem."

He finally looked at you to glare, but it held much desperation and begging. A grunt barely audible while you mockingly tilt your head. A teasing smirk on your face.

"Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Make a decision, doll. It's just a sincere apology and your forever submission."

((Ty anons for all your messages~ I think this is the last additional character (for now), and I'll focus on the existing ones next... Crybaby yan pt4, wink wink~))

[peterparkouryo]

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prompt; The boy from the train asks you out on a date.

warnings: disgusting amount of fluff and slight angst in beginning bcuz reader is delusional.

word count: 1k

a/n: twitter is my new addiction pls follow @/arvinsfav i'm tryna reach 1,000 followers ilyyy. also i am so so sorry this is so bad, i barely read fanfics now so my inspo of words and storytelling is kinda horrible bcuz of the writers block :( forgive me i promise to do better next time.

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You found that school has always been a drag. No matter how many social events Midtown tried to throw at the student body, nothing could ever make you enjoy an eight hour torture of sitting through classes (lunch excluded). 

However, there was one good thing that made just a little bit of appreciation in you getting an education slightly important. 

Peter Parker.

After properly meeting him on the train a few weeks prior, you found yourself seeking him out, wanting to know whatever you could about him without making it stalkerish, or overall weird.

A couple of your friends mutual to the boy had told you how insanely sweet he was, and even though he has his disappearing moments, he still finds a way to be there when needed. To you, that's a certain admiration you revel in with anyone.

Sure the two of you talked here and there, but given your growing infatuation to the boy, its a more so awkward exchange than genuine chemistry. There were even times you had to ask yourself if you were the problem or if he's just not as people person as you thought he was.

For instance, today in Spanish Class, you were stuck on the Spanish word for 'Phenomenal', so naturally you ask the smartest person in the room for help, and since you were in a sort of acquaintance relationship with Peter, you turned and shot your question to him.

Peter's reaction to your question however was far from how he interacted with you the weeks before, and you felt something stir in your gut, a bad feeling almost. Not only did he half answer, but he lacked eye contact.

You read somewhere that during conversations, eye contact is a super important thing to have and it shows that a person enjoys talking to you, and they're hearing what you're saying by maintaining such an aspect.

Maybe the little overlydramatic side of you could be reaching and he might just be really shy, but it also made no sense, because Peter did seem like he liked your company, at least for a little while.

As your thoughts of what if's invade your mind, you walk down the hall after asking your math teacher if you may use the washroom (he made a dumb math joke before you left), you notice a familiar set of brown curls exit the boys' washroom, and you stop in your tracks just as he did.

You look him over in his blue Midtown sweatshirt, which he probably got from school spirit week, holding a hall pass from the detention classroom. 

"Hi." Peter says.

"Hi." You say back.

The strained silence set an unwanted tension between you both and Peter quietly fiddles with the makeshift pass in his hands before clearing his throat.

"You look nice today." He softly smiled at you and you blink in genuine confusion as the butterflies in your stomach flutter at his compliment.

"Thank you." You respond and awkwardly place your hands behind your back.

A few more seconds of quietness go by.

"I hope you know I'm not ignoring you on purpose, or—I don't want you to think I hate you or something." Peter explains, to your relief.

Being under the impression the boy hated you, or just fizzled out interest overtook your mind more than you'd like to admit.

All you could do is nod in response, thankful but still a little worried.

"It's just...I don't really know how to talk to you." Peter admits and continues, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I'm not mad at you or anything." You reassure, smiling in hopes he believes you.

Peter looks around in deep thought and takes a deep breath. You could feel his nervousness practically oozing from him.

"Look, I'm just going to say it because my aunt told me I should be more confident and upfront, no matter the outcome—" He rambles and you furrow your eyebrows with a confused smile. "I really like you, I know its technically been a few weeks, but I don't know..." Peter shrugs.

Your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach listening to his words, hearing the boy you were so infatuated with and even asked around about openly admit to liking you. It was almost impossible to ignore the feeling of happiness rising in you.

"You like me?" You bite the bottom of your lip and grin.

"Well, yeah." Peter shows you a half smile.

"I like you too." You ultimately admit.

Peter's half smile turns into an even bigger one.

"You do? I mean—That's awesome, maybe..I could hopefully, successfully ask you on a date? If you want to go, not forcing you or anything." He watches and waits for your reaction.

You felt like you were in a dream and one simple pinch would wake you up from this fairytale.

"I would like that." You agree and you swear Peter's smile grows inhumanly larger.

"Okay, cool."

"Cool."

A more comfortable beat of silence goes by.

"I should probably get back to...dentition before the Coach think I skipped or something." Peter explains to which you nod in understanding.

"Right." You press your lips together as he starts to walk past you.

The boy stops in his tracks and turns to face you. "Is it okay if I take you to a science related museum for our date? Because I know some cool facts unless you think that's lame, then we could go to Delmar's or something, but if you don't like sandwiches either—" You stop him before he continues with his habit of rambling.

"Both is fine." You chuckle and Peter nods at your submission.

"Okay, both it is."

Peter turns around and unknowingly fails to notice you watch him just about skip his way back to detention and you smile at the adorable gesture.

Almost completely forgetting your bladder needed relief, the five minute conversation finally coming to an end, you make your way to the girl's washroom with a more confident pep in your step.

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[2demondogs]

Could you perhaps write something about a throuple with chartur and a male s/o? I am so sorry if this is not something you would like to even consider and I completely understand if you don't feel like writing it

Trust me brother we love a good throuple or more in this house. What's better than one boyfriend? TWO! TWO BOYFRIENDS! insert screeching eagle emoji here

Doing HCs reqs only right now so I assume u wanted some'a those.

I couldn't find any Charthur gifs that weren't sad, forgive me </3

Most of the time, Charles is the one to do or say something. Arthur beats around the bush, and Charles doesn't give enough of a fuck to mess with that. They fumbled through a few awkward conversations of their own before deciding they were both sweet on you. He was the one who bluntly asked Arthur how he felt about him, and he was the one to do that with you, too.

Charles approached you on his own, given that he'd rather not fuck them both over in one fell swoop in the worst case scenario. They'd agreed readily on that much. He asked about himself, then Arthur, and then how you'd feel about both of them. They'll talk about it if you ask, but the bond and history between them is never really something they bring up to avoid making you feel left out. You joined in, it felt natural, and that was that.

You're probably going to end up a regular mediator. Neither Charles nor Arthur place enough weight on their own discomforts, so you're going to have to force them to talk things out like grown men instead of just forgetting about it because "it's easier." They'll learn... eventually...

Charles was already less reserved with you, but when it's just the three of you, he's an entirely different man. The comfort he already finds in Arthur's presence makes it a lot easier for him to open up to you as well. Arthur, too, is much looser on your lonesomes. Even when you are merely good friends, you hadn't heard either of them talk so much and for so long. That's with affection disregarded, though Arthur's is more obvious than Charles'.

Both Charles and Arthur have limited social batteries. One of the best parts is that neither of them is going to care if all you want to do is lay between them or on them and listen to them talk without participating. Sometimes that's all they want, too. They've both got plenty of scars and moles to study when you want to retreat into your head for a while.

Laying between them is like being trapped in an oven, though. Charles runs hot and Arthur sweats in his sleep unless it's freezing outside your tent. If you've got bad circulation, one evening sandwiched between these two guys is gonna fix it. Otherwise... good luck.

Both of them prefer touch over words. Arthur's a tad bit more reserved with it than Charles. They've accidentally put their hands on your back or reached for yours at the same time more than once, and it will happen again.

They're also both fairly touch-starved. Arthur's struggled with trusting much of anyone since his first loves went so poorly, let alone finding enjoyment in anything more superficial. Charles has been alone for most of his life and almost functions better without constant interaction. But when they're starving for it, expect them to be starving.

Polyamory isn't something they're familiar with, so mostly they're feeling it out alongside you. At the end of the day, they've done worse than kiss another man. So... why not kiss two? There's a lot of passing jokes about "Who's gettin' him for today?" and "You went camping with Charles, now it's my turn." and "Hey, rude. Let me in on that."

[hangesdarling]

Idea! Hange who finds out her rival in the scouts is actually just a massive bottom

rivals, right? — h. zoë

PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader SYNOPSIS. You and your rival Hange were forced to sleep in one tent for an expedition. CONTENT. 18+, MDNI, nipple sucking, fingering, oral sex, a bit slow burn WORD COUNT. 2.1k A/N. sorry anon i missed the part where they're scouts :") they're both section commanders on this one though. hope that's alright!

"I'm not sleeping with you," you groaned, the irritation sharp enough to cut through the night. 

"You make it sound weird when we're just sleeping in one tent," Hange said with an amused laugh, padding up the tent floor with a few blankets so it wouldn't be too rocky to lie down on. 

So annoying, you might be thinking. Hange always acts coy, teasing even as if your constant clash and rivalry were an amusement of some sort. Years of training and expeditions, even as scouts, Hange always managed to be linked with you. Both were labeled the smartest, both became section commanders at the same time, and both were considered respectable researchers. Your titles always one up with the other, a tight competition you never seemed to have an agreement on. 

"Ugh, why is it always with you?" You mumbled behind the notebook you're scribbling on. It was loud enough to reach Hange's ears. 

"Sorry, dear. Every tent is occupied," they said simply. Hange placed two makeshift pillows, peeking over the tent as if waiting for you to come inside. You glanced in their direction but turned away almost instantly. 

"I'll be out here for a while," you muttered, focused on scribbling on your notes. Hange looked over your shoulder in curiosity, crawling beside you. 

"Observations, huh?" Hange remarked, pushing their glasses up so their eyes could follow your scribbles. 

You blushed at being observed, quickly hiding the notes you were writing. 

"Nah, just listing why my research is more relevant than yours," you saved yourself from awkwardness, pulling a smug smile. 

Hange laughed, tilting their head almost mockingly. "That's kinda pathetic, don't you think?" 

"Heh, not when I get those two titans for my experiment," you replied, lips curling into a smirk. 

Ah, so damn stubborn, Hange thought. They shook their head lightly, still amused by how you managed to pull this stubborn behavior with them for years. You're typically kind and soft-spoken with other scouts, an authority to be respected, not feared. But Hange finds it almost ridiculous when you both act like bickering children around each other. 

"Would it kill you to share a titan with me? Besides, Erwin said we only get to capture one titan each."

"Out of all people, you should know that won't be enough," you replied. The situation you're both in just hardens your stubbornness. How could humanity thrive and gain knowledge when research is always limited? Tight budget, the shitty authority; Survey Corps never seems to run out of problems. 

"Well, we have to work with our limited resources, you know," Hange explained. "We're not supported enough in terms of this. Our supplies are insufficient. That's probably why we're sharing a tent."

"I'll do something about that," you mumbled like a steadfast promise. "Just go to sleep for now."

Hange looks at you for a while, perhaps in admiration or judgment. But in any way, they see the reflection of their resolve. 

"You should sleep too. It would be a long day tomorrow. Good night, Y/N."

Do something about it, huh? Hange slept with that curious thought, wondering what risky method would you try to pull in the next few days. 

---

Being outside the walls stopped feeling new after your tenth or fifteenth expedition. As a scout, you always have some sort of fear just from the countless tales of unsuccessful expeditions and a tower of dead bodies after one. 

 But now, you managed to expertly map through the routes outside just from memory. Where titans roam the least or the best view to watch over their behavior. 

You were sitting atop a branch of a large tree, binoculars in hand, and planning where to stage the capture. Your mind went through the manpower and equipment sent with you outside, wincing at the fact that the capture could be dangerous. Hange managed to develop a catching net some months ago, ensuring a safe capture. However, with the tight route and a precarious amount of titan, you doubt that this capture would be entirely safe. 

From another tree, Hange was watching titans, observing how slow they usually walk without bait. They are focusing. Supposedly. 

But now and then, their binoculars would travel over where you sat, the lenses perfectly capturing your distress at the current conundrum. 

No sooner, you felt another presence at the tree—Hange's familiar footsteps, careful to reach you on that wide branch. 

"You're worrying about the route, isn't it?" you heard them whisper behind you as you lowered your own binoculars. 

"Not just that," you sighed defeatedly, head on your hands. "I was thinking that two titans really wouldn't be enough for us even if we shared."

You handed Hange your notebook much to their surprise. They flipped over the pages, gaining an understanding of your concerns. Your desired experiment might be ambitious and idealistic but it would be helpful if you succeeded. But with resources so limited and countless lives to take into consideration, how would you able to do this?

Hange sat beside you, still thumbing over some pages. Even if you're turning your face away, Hange could tell you were trying hard not to tear up from the frustration and possibility of loss. This was important for you after all. They've watched you study, observe, and create all of these for over a year. 

They placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly before saying, "We could do something about this, you know that. Come with me."

----

"Why do you always kick your blanket off when you sleep?" Hange asked curiously one night in the tent. 

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do! I had to tuck it beneath your feet at least three times last night," Hange argued. 

"My, don't bother with it..." You brushed it off, turning away from them to hide your face. You tried to trace back since when Hange Zoë's relationship with you became so casual, almost friendly. If your mind wanders far enough, you might consider something else happening. Affection, maybe. But you shrugged all those thoughts off, reminding yourself that the plan you agreed on was purely for science and the advancement of humanity. 

"But you're weak to coldness," Hange continued, covering you in several layers of blanket, ignoring the pout on your lips. They had a grin on their face when they said, "Don't want my research partner getting sick, do I?"

"We're not research partners," you frowned.

"Eh, why not? I just told you my whole plan and you agreed with it."

"Doesn't mean we're partners from now on."

"God, you're one stubborn lady," Hange chuckled, a sigh escaping their lips. They pulled their blankets over them, slowly dozing off. Outside, the night was filled with the gentle chirps of crickets, chorusing at one point. Even with such proximity, you could feel Hange's warmth, their gentle breathing only conveyed that they must also be awake. 

---

The next morning, you and Hange's plan set into motion, traps were located strategically in a different route. Both of you were taking full liability for what would happen in the days to come, informing the soldiers about the need to capture four titans to sufficiently conduct the research. It wasn't the safest plan, some were hesitant but many trusted your scheme since all of you share a common goal. 

You commander your unit, imparting knowledge of the best actions to take. But for the remaining hours, your eyes remained on your notebook, pretending to check details to reach the optimum result. However, Hange knew you had an entirely different reason. Maybe to interact less with them, afraid they would bring up how you two ended up tangled in each other's arms last night.

---

"I'm just letting you know that won't happen again," you said flatly, eyes boring upwards through the tent as you lay down. 

Hange turned their head to you, their lips forming into a subtle smirk once more. "What is?"

"Um, last night..." you said in a low voice. 

"Ah, you mean when you're hugging me so tightly?" Hange asked smugly. 

You bit your lip, trying to save yourself from this. "I was asleep. Not responsible for my actions, but forgive me for disturbing your sleep."

Much to your surprise, Hange hovered over you, their deep brown eyes glinting almost knowingly against the dark space inside. The atmosphere thickened, your heart ramming louder than the sounds of night. 

"No need to apologize for anything, sweetheart," they whispered, their eyes following your lips the way your eyes do for them. In that heated moment, all that you've both held in flooded out like a dam breaking and gushing to spill over. Hange placed a firm hand on your shoulder, keeping you pinned on the blankets as their lips met yours. It was a firm kiss, your lips nearly melting into each other's. Your hands traveled on Hange's hair where you tug and pull them closer. Hange sat you up in their lap, gaining better access of your neck and chest. Their hands snaked under your clothes as they ask for permission to go further each time to which you only nod. 

"If you want to have me so bad, you shouldn't have spent years being annoying," you muttered into the kiss. 

"Says the one who wouldn't let go of me last night," Hange smirked, a thumb circling your clothed breasts. "Besides, you should've picked up on it early on. You're so smart after all."

"You know, you look more attractive when you shut up," you muttered as you fell on top of Hange. Their flushed face look at you expectantly, expecting you would dominate this whole ordeal. After all, they saw you in that dominant, commanding light after years of leadership. 

But Hange noticed how flustered you were just from being on top of them. Your thighs kept straddled on their lap, your hands resting on their shoulder, not knowing where to hold on. Hange smirked, taking it as a sign to flip you over once more. Their breath was warm against your ear as they whispered, "It's okay, Y/N. Let me do it for you."

Hange locked your lips in a kiss once more, bundling your shirt on your chest. Their lips slithered from your lips down to your throat, reaching the trail between your breasts. They kept one firm hand on your wrist as their tongue gently circled one of your nipples, sucking their lips on the hardened bud.

Hange covered your mouth before you let out high-pitched noises from the sensation. 

"Shhhh... You don't want your subordinates to hear you, right?" They smiled against the darkness. 

The night was slow and heated as you let Hange do wonders with their mouth and fingers, always managing to draw out a soundless moan from you. Your lips could only part, your hands clenching around their body. They were amused to see you follow along and nod with their wishes, so compliant with their charm.

Hange had the button of your blouse open, your breasts spilling out into their face and the warm flesh of your stomach open for their wet kisses. 

"You know," Hange began, drawing their fingers in and out of you at a teasingly, slow pace. "I didn't expect this much submission from you."

"Shut up, Hange..." you breathed out, a hand over your eyes as you were beginning to write against their fingers. Hange held down your hip, tugging your pants a bit more so they could have more access to you.

"As you wish, m'lady," Hange placed a kiss on your clit before gently lapping up the warm wetness gathering on your slit.

Hange kept on until the faint light of dawn slitted through your tent. You forgot just how much stamina they had to draw one orgasm after another from you. They only stopped when you've whined and writhed enough under them, pleading for a break. Hange fixed up your clothes, smoothed out your hair, and drew the blanket over you again as if nothing happened. Their wet lips kissed you once more as they said, "You still have a few hours to sleep. Sleep tight, sweetheart."

---

The capture will take place during the afternoon. The equipment was set, and the soldiers were preparing their ODM gear for however long the capture may last. 

The scouts passed by, even some of your friends, noticing the slight shift of the atmosphere but couldn't quite put it into words. Maybe this time their section commanders weren't bickering as usual. They went with that fresh start in high spirits,  brushing off their suspicions whenever they saw Hange place an arm around your waist or whisper something to make you laugh or blush. Your unit didn't think much of it, even attributing it as a minor hallucination or a ripple in the universe. There's no way their section commanders are getting affectionate.

After all, you're rivals, right?

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[lucasandlily]

Rui x Reader who is really affectionate, but can't touch him because of The Curse.

A/N: I'm alive!! Rui my beautiful beautiful tragic boy. I've actually been having a lot of brainrot for this game, particularly an isekai AU that made me contemplate making RP blog (I love you guys btw. This is probably my first fandom where they're so active, I've been really well connected with this fandom somehow and it's so fun!!), so I figured I might as well be writing it down now. This is an idea I've had spinning in my head for a while, so it's VERY self-indulgent/insert, but enjoy!! AO3 link here

Rui's POV. Second-person pronoun "You" is used. Angst! But also fluff!! (825 words)

You’ve always been an affectionate little thing. It’s something Rui finds adorable about you, staying optimistic despite all that looms over you, not letting any of the ghouls he KNOWS can be more than a little much sometimes destroy your positive attitude. It’s as if you decided to be the light in a place that literally has dark in its name, and he lov admires you for that.

He can’t help but feel the bitter green of envy though, when he watches you ruffle Lyca’s hair after he whines at you for treating him like a dog. 

He pointedly turns away from the look Ed gives him over your head when you relax into his chest after he leans over your shoulder.  

He just laughs along at your drunken antics when you nuzzle into Haru’s hand, somehow even more touchy when your cheeks are flushed with alcohol. 

He tries not to remember the flash of hurt, confusion, the first time he’d backed away from your hand when all you wanted to do was give him a pat for a job well done. He doesn’t know if it hurt more when your face morphed into regretful understanding, or when you apologised and told him you’d try not to do it again. 

Rui tells himself it’s for the better when he notices you’ve been avoiding him for the past week. He’d have done the same to you anyway, if he realised his feelings were starting to fester. He tries to not let it get to him when he hears you enter the Obscuary mansion, only to quickly patter up the stairs without stopping by the bar first, as you would have done previously. 

Maybe before, he would have made it a little competition to see who could mess up the other’s hair more. He’d watched you run your fingers through Lyca’s after you’d tousled it out of place, anyway. Maybe in another life, you’d gently hold his face as you showered him with kisses. He’d do the same to you anyway, if he wasn’t forced to keep his hands to himself. 

If he didn’t notice you hold your hand back every time you saw his mask slip. If he didn’t see your hand stop short before pulling it back to tell him he had a bit of hair out of place. 

It’s all just part of the cursed life, he tells himself. He should be getting used to it by now, he sighs as he walks down the hall over to his room. 

Behind him, he hears the jingle of the bell you like to wear on your keychain. He turns at the sound of your quick steps approaching. 

“Rui! Ruiruiruiii!!” You call.

“Ah, there you are! Haha, I’m not going anywhere you know~ though I guess I don’t mind being chased?” He teases as you approach. 

You smile up at him brightly, “I have something to show you!” You tell him, he notices now that you have a hand behind your back. 

“Hm? Aw, did you get me a gift? And here I was thinking you were hiding from me!” He regrets the words the moment they leave his mouth. Your smile falters a bit as you blink at his confession. 

But before he can backtrack with a “Just kidding!” your smile lightens again, eyes filling with some sort of resolve as you pull out… a glove on a stick? in your other hand.

He doesn’t pull away when he feels the simulation of a hand on his head. He can’t, when you look into his eyes with such unmistakable fondness. The awkward, stilted movements as you try to run the imitation hand through his hair communicates how long you’ve wanted to do this, and the tears that well up in his eyes betray how much he’s needed it. 

He feels the cloth soak up the tears when you move the glove down to hold his face. It feels soft under his skin, and he can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. 

“How long did it take you to make this?” He asks as you let him lace his fingers with your hand extension. He squeezes the plush hand, feeling the soft give before it reaches the stick inside, inspecting where the glove and stick are attached. 

“Um! A week? It took a bit of experimenting to get it to stay on… And they don’t really sell gloves on campus either.” 

Your eyes crinkle when you look at him, the corners of your lips pull up triumphantly when he lets go of the hand to let you pat his head again. 

“You deserve at least this much,” you tell him. “I know it’s not really the same or anything, but I don’t wanna leave you out, y’know?” 

“It was worth it though, if it made you happy.” You look into his eyes as you say this, and he can’t help but believe you.

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[sglossmin]

MUSE | MYG pt. 3

Plot: What happens when the man you practically simp over in high school, is right now, sitting across you after almost 10 years of not seeing him? Worse? You’re here for an appointment for therapy and he’s your psychologist.

Pairing: SeniorStudent!Yoongi x JuniorStudent!Reader —> Psychologist! Yoongi x Artist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight age gap, slice of life, a bit of angst, schoolmates to lovers(?)

Warnings: talks about mental and death…erm lemme know if you found any disturbing heh Also mentions of earthquake:< (Praying for those who got affected by it)

Word count: How do u guys count here?

A/N: here's the part 3 y'all!! Thank you for the love and support this story is getting so far^^ It makes me want to keep going:) Comment your @ if you guys want to be added on the taglist:) Btw, the earthquake scene (hs days) actually happened (to me), I don't want it to make it seem like I'm making fun of these kind of stuff, so...just letting y'all know. This part was already written before the news, didn't want it to come off as mocking or something:<

part 1 part 2 read here^^

It wasn't my first time to go inside of this house, but it's different—cause it's his house now. The Kim's had looooooooooots of different antique furniture, his—simple, minimalist. Except for the liquor collection he has in his kitchen. The overall house looks pretty much the same except for the furniture. Some frames hanging on the wall, cute small cat decorations, his couch almost looked like a piano—black and white.

I wonder what his room looks like.

A small grin tugged my lips. He's letting me in his home, never thought I'll ever get to this stage.

Not gonna lie, that thought earlier made me feel like a creep.

I insisted that it would be better to eat at his since my house were not that...clean.

"Do you need any help?" I asked as we walked to the kitchen.

"No, I can't let you cook. You're my guest." Yoongi chuckled as he took out some ingredients from the fridge. "What do you want me to cook anyways?"

I couldn't seem to stop smiling. Good thing he's still stuck on the fridge while looking for ingredients. "Uhm...Anything! Surprise me."

He peeked out, slightly frowning at me. "I'll take that challenge..." he mumbled as he took out more ingredients.

I sat on the stool and across me, he started cooking. His back facing me while he chopped some scallion. Seeing his ingredients, I could already tell he's making kimchi-jeon (pancakes). Kids in our neighborhood used to pick on me and jungkook because of our last name. I think he's also making dakgalbi, is he making a breakfast or a whole feast?

I watched him cook for a while but felt too awkward due to the silence. Taking out my phone, I scrolled through my social media.

I sighed, seeing the news about the earthquake that happened to the other countries. Scrolling deeper, seeing the buildings wrecked, made my heart drop. It wasn't just the place and the infrastructures that were destroyed, but could also be the hopes and dreams of the people living in there. Tons of innocent lives seeking if there's any future left.

Yoongi seemed to notice my heavy sigh, I didn't even notice that he was looking at me.

"Are you okay?"

I looked up at him, the same curious and concerned eyes looking back at me. I dropped my phone to the table and smiled slightly at him—saying I was fine. I told him about the current happenings and he also felt the same sting.

Sometimes, I hate my memory. Being with him right now—talking about earthquakes, brought me back to that cursed memory.

Autumn 2010

Sana and Chaeyoung along side with the half of the class went somewhere to take some test. The other half including me and Jiyeon stayed inside the room, some were playing outside.

"Jiyeon, I'm hungry... Let's eat."

"Aren't you going to wait for them?" Jiyeon—who's also a close friend of mine—asked.

"Bet they're going to take long. It's almost lunch break now." I whined and took out my food.

Jiyeon don't really eat lunch so she just watched me as I eat. I keep on offering her to take at least a bite but she always refuse.

A few minutes after I ate, the surrounding seemed to move. I felt the ground shake for a second. It was quick and subtle, but we felt it. One of my classmate screamed and the students from the other room went outside. All of us were still processing what happened and since it stopped right away, we brushed it off. Even laughing when one us screamed.

Moments later, a teacher came in to us. She told us to get our stuffs and get out of the room. Thankfully, our room is in the ground floor—first room too. Jiyeon and I contemplated whether to get our friend's bag. Feeling the rush, we took it and got out.

Halfway through the line, we met them. They thanked us and took their bag. We told them what happened in the room and the way someone screamed.

"We were taking the test then we felt like we were moving and shit." Sana chuckled.

We got out of the line and lost them. Chae and I went to the court. Halfway through, we saw Sojin. She was raising this intermediate pad that has names written on it. We went to her and asked her what is it and what she was doing.

"It's my crush's name list." she said, as if it's the most normal thing to do in the current situation. "I have to at least confess or see them before this thing gets worse," she chuckled.

Hearing that, we left her to do her thing.

"She's my spirit animal" I chuckled and went to the covered court. Everyone was there, and surprisingly, including him.

I tapped Chae's shoulder, "He's here," I whispered. He's talking with some friends.

"Let's call Taehee to confirm if he's the guy she's talking about."

Hours earlier...

"He doesn't really post that much, no?" Chae mumbled as I rested my head on her shoulder as we stalked him.

"He's kinda familiar," our classmate—Taehee—said.

"What? You know him?," I said, almost sounding like a mock.

"What's his account?" she asked. Chae then showed him the profile. "Oh- Oppa?"

"OPPA??" Both of us exclaimed. Our head turned to look at her so fast I think I broke my neck.

Taehee nodded. "We weren't that close but we used to text a lot each other back then."

"Ey... Cut off the bullshit. Do you even have a proof?"

She shook her head and showed us her phone, "I already deleted our messages but look, we're 'friends' "

It did show that they're friends, but still, we refused to believe.

End..*

"So?" we looked at Taehee.

"Yeah, that's him. But I don't think he'll remember me."

Chae and I groaned.

I looked at my surroundings, till I saw some students taking a picture. "An earthquake happened yet they still managed to take pictures? Tsk"

"But...why don't we also?" Chae grinned. I looked at her weirdly, till she whispered, "And put him in the background..."

My eyes widened, amused of her sly idea. Yoongi was just few feet away from us.

HE WAS SO CLOSEEE.

"Come on, take a pic. Make sure I'll look good, okay?" I posed and smiled through the camera.

Then with some of my other classmates, we had a 'group photo'.

But seems like his classmates sensed what we were doing. "10 bucks if you guys wanna take a pic with Min Yoongi~" one of his classmate purposely said for us to hear. It wasn't loud but audible. All of them laughed—us too. Realizing we were caught, we stopped.

Yoongi was silent the whole time. Just quietly laughing with them.

"Neko is so cute" I giggled. "Even cuter when closer."

Chaeyoung giggled with me—too used to my insanity.

Everyone thought that they'll let us go home since we saw some senior students went out. Turns out, the reason that the teaching and non-teaching staffs in the school told us to get out of the building was to check whether a crack formed in the walls. After they checked every building and it is safe enough, we went back and continued the lessons as if nothing happened.

An hour later...

I still doubted that Taehee and Yoongi used to exchange messages back then.

"Let me use your phone then."

Without any hesitation, she gave me her phone. I chuckled and thought about what to message first.

Using Taehee's account, I texted him.

"Hi"

Few minutes later, he replied.

"Hello"

OEMGOSHHH HE REPLIEDDDD

I thought about what to reply but thought of nothing except this,

"So...u like bigbang and girl's generation?"

I remembered seeing in his account that he likes them.I gasped—HARD. Would it be so much of a coincidence if we stan the same group?

I gave it back to Taehee since it looks like it'll take him long to reply. While we were doing some project, Taehee lend it back to me, saying that he replied. This time, Chae is with me so I told her I texted him.

1 message

"Yes"

We squealed! We really stan the same groups.

"Who's ur bias? lol"

"Should we also ask him if he's gay?" I jokingly asked Chae.

Ever since we get to see him, we always contemplate whether he's gay or just feminine. There's no way a good looking and hygienic guy in his years are... Don't get me wrong but, he's just so different from the others.

"Yeah!" Chae laughed with me.

"Are you gay or just feminine?"

Hours before he replied again.

replied to : Who's ur bias? lol

"Taeyang and Yoona"

That's weird. Taeyang was my first ever bias in bigbang and Yoona is also my bias.

Chaeyoung and I squealed as we read the text.

"But he didn't replied to the other question," Chaeyoung frowned and snatched the phone.

replied to: Are you gay or just feminine?

"Ahem"

I gaped at Chae. "You did not..."

"I just did." She shrugged and smugly looks at me. "What? To cut off our dying curiosity too."

I rolled my eyes at her, not believing what she just did. I mean, it was kinda... weird way to ask(?)

Hours later again before he replied.

"Fem"

We were about to go home when we got the message. Chae and I gasped as we read it.

Yoongi finished cooking and hummed a song I've never heard before. The food smells so good that it made its way to my stomach. A soft grumble from my stomach made him chuckle. With the foods presented in front of me in a very delightful way, it felt like I'm at a five star restaurant.

"Careful, Mr Min, or else I'm going to think you're trying to impress me," I snickered, not knowing where did I got the confidence.

"Maybe... I do want to impress you." Yoongi's voice dropped an octave. Seeing my reaction, he chuckled and took a bite of his food. Eyes never leaving mine.

My earlier smirk was wiped off.

What the fuck? Did he just casually flirted back or I'm too deep in my delusions?

I blinked. Once. Twice. Till I noticed I literally stopped breathing. I choke out a breath and Yoongi immediately gave me a water. I felt my blood rush to my cheek and even to my ears.

"Are you okay?" He was tilting his head as he asked. Then I noticed it. He was suppressing his smirk.

I nodded and took a bite of the food he made. I sensed the way he quietly observed me. The time the food went to my mouth, I groaned softly how good it tastes. My brows knitted as I chewed it.

Yoongi seemed to be surprised by my reaction, "Do you...not like it?"

I quickly shook my head as I gulped it down. "What do you mean? It's really good."

He chuckled and subtly observed me more. Noticing that what I meant by frowning—is good food.

Moments passed by and we just ate quietly. It wasn't the awkward silence, but more like silence that is comfortable enough.

After a while, Yoongi cleared his throat to break off the silence. "Why did you left?"

Part of me already knew this moment will happen—that some old acquaintance will ask me this once we cross paths. But never have I ever thought that it will be Min Yoongi.

"It's just... I felt suffocated." I took a spoonful of food. Hoping that he won't ask further more.

One thing I'm a hundred percent sure about Yoongi after meeting him again— is that he's really great at this psychologist stuffs.

Personally, if I ever become a psychologist, I might end up manipulating the people around me. Analyze their body language and the way they show off their selves. Play with their heads like this is just all some sort of a game.

To be honest, I have more potential of becoming a patient—which is I literally am right now.

I thought of his question to be too personal. Especially since we're not even at the clinic. I felt awkward. Too exposed. Bare in front of him.

Winter 2010

Expecting no one to be at the library since it's still class hours, I went inside to read the latest volume of the manga I've been reading—Ouran Highschool Host Club. This manga might be the funniest shoujo manga I've read. A few years ago, they released an anime series adaptation. I was so thrilled when I watched it.

I sat at my usual spot. Taking out the manga and was about to read until I looked at my surrounding. I gasped when I saw Yoongi sleeping across me. Just a few tables away. His head was resting over his arms, sleeping so soundlessly.

Why is Neko sleeping at this hour?

The manga was forgotten by the time I saw him. I took out my sketchbook instead.

Observing every features of his face, from his fair skin to his brown hair. With his eyes closed and his lips pouting a bit, he looks so soft. His cute button nose...

I wanna boop his nose.

I made a quick sketch of him before leaving. I took a pic of the drawing for remembrance since I drew him too good for a short amount of time. It was about time for my next subject and I had to go. I signed my drawing with a cat -ㅅ- before slipping it in the book on his table.

I quietly giggle at the thought of becoming an anonymous artist.

I hope he won't think I'm a creep.

After having breakfast at Yoongi's, I tried to help him do the dishes—in which he refused, forcing me to go do my thing instead.

When I went home, I prepared the painting for Mr Jung in my studio. This is the only reason I took this house, with it's large vacant space, I can have a built-in studio.

Analyzing the painting, I made sure there's no dents nor faulty parts. I sighed and took my phone to update Jimin so he can send it to my client. I prefer that my manager have the contacts instead of me so that my phone won't be bombard by my client's demand.

While searching in my contacts, I got a text message from Kook.

"Sorry, noona. I slept too late last night. Promise, I'll make up it to you T^T"

"This kid..." I shook my head as I softly chuckled. I replied to him saying don't worry, just rest before walking towards to my closet.

I looked for a decent outfit for my meeting with Mr Jung. I picked a nice dress and a pair of shoes.

I showered while singing my ass off in the bathroom. Letting the warm water stream down on my body. With my newly bought vanilla scented body wash, I scrubbed my whole body with it. After showering, I felt so refreshed.

I blow dried my hair and put on the clothes. I decided to put on some light makeup. I tried to do it in the way those xiaohongshu girlies do their makeup.

"Why do I feel like I'm going to a blind date instead..." I snickered as I dolled up more.

Usually, it is Jimin who meets up with the clients since he's the communicator. So far, I've never met Mr Jung due to my busy schedule. Based on Jimin, he's a nice young man. That's all I have to know. I trust Jimin's instincts more than mine, so if he says he's nice, he's nice.

I'm going with Jimin today, he's going to pick me up in a few minutes.

I heard a car parking and soon after, my doorbell rang. I was greeted with a smiling Jimin.

"Morning," he smiled as he took the big ass painting in my arms, putting it in the back seat of his car.

Jimin opened the door of the passenger's seat, as I was about to hop in, I caught a glimpse of Yoongi drinking coffee in his terrace. Not even hiding that he was in fact looking at us.

Jimin saw my hesitation and followed my gaze. I heard him softly chuckled. "Come on, Y/n. We'll be late."

The fuck you smirking at, Mr Park?

I glared at him as he grinned back at me.

I went inside of the car and we drove off.

part 4 read here^^

A/N: the convo part where they were asking abt kpop, the real conversation I had with that guy, was me asking if he likes bts and twice (same response) and his bias are tae and nayeon>< Told y'all, this is based irl. And that mf reallllyyy looks good. He gives off some Taehyung and Sunoo (enhypen) vibes ngl. And we did asked him if he's gay or what. This is all real—most of it, yeah. And the drawing part from the earlier parts? That was real too. I wish I could show the pic...but I'm not sure if y'all be interested anyways-_- This is literally a Yoongi ff based on my hs days lmaooo I inspired this ff because I still think up to this day- "why am i running just to see a glimpse of him". The events that happened with this guy is just so funny I had to put it on SOME scenes (not all, cause nothing really happened btwn us-_-) so... other scene are really based on my delusions heh. The scene where Taehee called him "oppa" was used coz Yoongi's older, not "oPpaRR" (flirting). Using oppa feels so cringe since this ff is in english. I thought of using a male charac so it'll be "hyung" instead but the message might come off wrong.(If I use a guy, it'll come off like he has some crush on YN since he literally was willing to let her do anything.) I used it so that you'll see how DRY he texts--not giving a single fck abt Taehee. Do u get the vision?? Im sorry lol T_T T_T

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[scribbledghost]

Hi Writing Goddess 💛

I’d love to know how the vessels become/establish being poly!vessels… would they approach Ves? Would Ves reach out to them first? How would they approach the reader? Would it be awkward at first? Would Vess be territorial?

Hello my dear! I'm really glad you asked this, because it gives me a chance to flesh out how I think this goes down!

So, here's the thing: none of them really have to approach Ves on this. He already knows, what with the telepathic connection they all share and whatnot. He knew from the beginning that they all wanted you in some way, whether that be out of pure curiosity initially (in III's case) or out of a sense of something deeper (in II's case). But all of them noticed Vessel fell face-first almost immediately, so they hung back.

Here's another thing: they've all been in a polycule for a while before you came along. Vessel and II had feelings for each other before converting, but didn't act on them until after. III and IV came into the mix naturally when they stumbled upon the manor.

So when you showed up and Vessel immediately developed a proverbial "❗" over his head, they knew it was only a matter of time before he'd make some sort of move. Over time, you figured out their relationship dynamic, but the rest of the vessels still kept a polite and platonic distance until Vessel himself could sort out his own feelings on the matter.

But once he sorts things out with you on his own, they let you get used to the idea of him courting you before they bring it up with him.

I like to think II is the one who initially broaches the topic with him, being Vessel's oldest and dearest companion. Ves knows the others want you, and through the mental connection between the five of you, they can tell you want them too. It's just a matter of stepping across that line and adding yet another eccentricity to what is already an unusual relationship.

Granted, you're already dating a man with six eyes, pointed teeth, and a tongue almost as long as his forearm, so "unusual" might be underselling it a bit.

At first, I think Vessel does get a bit territorial. It's a mix of "she's mine I saw her first" and insecurities that the others are better than he is. He realizes this is... probably a bit hypocritical of him, considering he's still very much dating the other vessels and you're only with him. But he still has some vestiges of being human, and the occasional irrational train of thought is one of them.

I think he'll talk to you about this. Explain where he's coming from. But he also uses this as a lead-in to tell you he's alright with you bringing the others in to your relationship. He loves you, and he loves each of the vessels. He'll feel conflicted about it at first - he wants you all to himself, but he knows the right thing to do is at least offer to bring you into the fold of the manor. It feels... wrong to him, to want you for himself while he belongs to three others as well as you.

So, you compromise. Take things slow. You bring II into the dynamic first, keeping your relationships with III and IV more platonic for the time being. The first time Vessel sees you curled up with II, both of you laughing at something the drummer had murmured in your ear, he can't really describe how full his heart feels. I think it's then that he realizes he's making the right choice.

Once everyone is used to II being a part of things, III and IV are quick to follow. They're pretty much a packaged deal half the time, anyway, so it's not really a surprise that Vessel and II find the three of you in a cuddle pile shortly after giving them the go-ahead to court you. Ves and II join in almost immediately.

[redhoodkisser]

two birds with one stone

your best friend sets you up on a blind date, fantastic. but, oh – the guy is kind of handsome..

warnings : none!

You'd told your best friend multiple times to not set you up on a blind date with a random person. What if they're a creep?! Well, clearly she didn't care about the risks of you getting murdered during a blind date.

Here you are, standing in front of the restaurant you were supposed to meet your blind date at. Great, just great. According to your best friend, his favourite colour is.. red? So you just wore your favourite wine red dress and paired it with black heels, doesn't take much to impress a man, does it?

You let out a sigh before stepping inside of the restaurant. You scanned around before your eyes landed on a certain man, your date. You were praying for help in your head as you approached the table he was sitting at.

“Hi, you're Jason, right?” You ask, giving him a warm smile. He looks at you up and down before nodding, “yeah, I'm Jason. Take a seat, pretty girl.” Your cheeks reddened slightly when he called you pretty, hoping he didn't notice. You settled down in the chair infront of him. You wanted to stay in for the night, not go out on a stupid date, but here she is. The atmosphere was awkward already, neither of them making conversation. Your hand was flipping through the menu, trying to distract yourself. But, you couldn't avoid him for long, eventually needing to start some type of conversation. You didn't want to waste your friend's 'hard work' hooking you up with this guy.

You exhaled, trying to calm yourself down. “So.. any hobbies in particular?” It was the most simple question, yet it made your chest feel a bit tight. You waited for his reply, watching him think about his answer. After a minute or so, he gave you an answer, “I like literature. You know, books and writing. All that jazz.” Oh, that was.. an unexpected answer? You thought he'd like something that was more intense. Though, his answer soothed the tightness in your chest, making you a bit relieved.

Your train of thoughts were suddenly stopped by the waiter that approached your table, asking you both what you were going to order. You looked at Jason, allowing him to order first since you'd been mindlessly flipping through the menu without inspecting it properly. While Jason was placing his order, you quickly flipped backwards through the menu and tried to find something simple and filling to you. Eventually, you landed on spaghetti. “Um, just the spaghetti please. If there is any, I'd like wine.” Jason was surprised by your choice of drink, but said nothing about it.

While you both waited for your food, he suddenly asked, “so, what's a pretty girl like you doing still single?” It was such a blunt question, but you couldn't exactly just avoid it. “Kinda hard to find a boyfriend when all they want is sex or.. just one night stands.” You said as your finger was fidgeting with your dress. A shaky sigh left you as you continued, “a-and, I had awful experiences in past relationships.” Jason was listening, nodding at everything you were saying. Hearing you say that had him extending his hand to yours resting on the table, placing his on top of yours.

“You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Whenever the right time comes, I'll be happy to hear you out, sweetheart.” You looked up at him, a smile making its way onto your lips. You nodded, “thank you, Jason. I'm.. flattered.” He smirked when you said that, “well, it's kinda my thing to make my first date flattered.”

You both talked until your food and drinks arrived, in which you two still talked whilst eating.

Once you both were finished with your food, you offered to split the bill with him but he refused. He paid for both of your meals, and you were being stubborn by telling him you'd pay him back but he absolutely refused. You tried to convince him, but alas, it didn't work. You both were standing outside the restaurant, saying your goodbyes. “So, I'll see you again?” You asked, tilting your head slightly in curiosity. “Yeah, of course. Uh, here's my number. You know, call me if you want another date.” He had his number written on a small piece of paper, ready to be taken by you.

You slowly took the piece of paper, looking at it thoughtfully before looking up at him. “I look forward to seeing you too, Jason,” before she left, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. It was a quick and sweet gesture she left before walking back to her apartment that wasn't far from the restaurant. His hand was on his cheek, exactly on the spot you'd kiss. He let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “That girl's gonna be the death of me..”

note ; omg,, first post in 2025 HAHA sorry i havent been posting as much as id like to. i might make a part two to blinddate!jason cs i actually like this concept :3

[wandringaesthetic]

Commentary on Sinners (2025) with the caveat that I am a white person

But also I am a white person that was born and raised in the south and is probably mostly genetically Irish (the point being I look it but I don't really know) and that's relevant

I don't think this film is supposed to be an allegory. I don't think anything in this movie is supposed to be 1 for 1, where, for instance, the vampirism specifically, fully represents assimilation. But it's definitely meant to make you think about it.

(all descriptions and quotations from this film are approximate, I saw this movie once)

So it's telling that the main vampire of the movie (Remmick) is Irish. Racism against Irish immigrants in the US is something white supremacists like to bring up a lot as like "white ('white') people get discriminated against too!" and they're not wrong, but while racism against Irish immigrants was real bad circa 1890, it's not a real problem anyone in the United States has TODAY for a lot of historical reasons I could sum up as "Irish immigrants in the US sacrificed their cultural identity in exchange for whiteness." Or at least it's a deal that enough Irish immigrants took that it's effectively what happened, because racism is bigger than individuals, which is part of what Sinners is about.

So the (mostly black) cast are under threat of being turned into vampires. That happened to Remmick a long time ago.

One of the most interesting points of the film to me is when Remmick has Sammy in his grip and Sammy starts saying The Lord's Prayer and Remmick JOINS him in it, and says "The man who stole my father's farm taught me to say that. And I hated the man, but still the words gave me comfort" because who taught either of you that prayer? Were any of your ancestors praying to Jehovah before someone conquered them? The same thing happened to both of you. Continues to be happening to both of you.

Th vampires say, at some point, there is no black or white or Chinese, there is no young or old, no man or woman (etcetc) there's just us.

And they're not wrong, exactly. We're all the same, we're all connected, but that doesn't mean we're not distinct. The context we come from matters.

The first person at the Juke Joint that gets turned into a vampire is Mary, a 1/4...? 1/8? Anyway, white-passing young woman who's in love with one of the twins played by Micheal B. Jordan. Mary, through no fault of her own, is in a very awkward position and is a dangerous person to be around for any of the black characters by virtue of her very existence. It doesn't really matter if she's more culturally black than white and that she's in love with a black man. It doesn't even really matter if she's cool and can be trusted not to weaponize her whiteness, because some white dude could always decide to come along and do it for her.

So the black characters naturally want to keep a bit of distance. Which means she's going to have to choose, and she's probably going to have to choose the white side regardless of whether she really wants to.

When the trio of vampires show up at the door of the club asking entrance and playing their little song, ("Picked Poor Robin Clean" is a weird and mildly disturbing folk song) some of the characters ask "What if they just want to play? They seem alright. A little corny but alright" and it's explained (I feel like for the benefit of anyone in the audience who doesn't understand the history here) that yeah, they might be alright until somebody looks at the woman too long or somebody spills a drink on one of their shoes and then there's a real risk that a fight might turn into a lynching.

So. In the jim crow south, if you were white. Even if you wanted to come to dance with the black folks, even if you were gonna be cool, even if you wanted to cross racial lines (even if you weren't a vampire), you really COULDN'T, and trying to force it marked you as a potentially dangerous person.

So Mary goes on a mission to try to get a little money out of the white (vampire) band, because she's relatively safe with them versus the rest of the cast, and they don't give her that little bit of distance, they give her the sympathy she wants, and thus she is the first to get bitten. And the vampires in this movie are a hive mind, so she gets assimilated.

*

The movie opens on Sammy, bloodied and with new gashes on his face, death grip on the broken neck of his guitar, staggering into church on Sunday morning. His father, the pastor, demands he put the guitar down. In the name of the Lord, Sammy, put the guitar down.

So the central question of the movie becomes: will Sammy put the guitar down?

Part of the conceit of the movie is that real good musicianship attracts spirits, attracts evil. So it's an understandable mistake if some think that the blues (or jazz or rock or rap or whatever the new thing is) itself is evil. That music not in service of thee Lord is in service to sin.

Of course, that's not quite it. Music is a source of power and thus evil covets it. One of the twins (I get them confused throughout the movie, I'm sorry Michael B. Jordan, you still did good) advises Sammy Not to go to Chicago like he's planning. If he wants to play music, play church music. Go to [a town he names that I don't remember], all black owned, all upstanding black folks, don't fuck with Chicago, don't fuck with white folks, keep your life small and safe, don't try to reach for more power. Of course, the twins did not follow this advice and continue not to. They went to Chicago and apparently tried to grab some power from both sides of the mob. They came back to Mississippi and tried to make a deal with a rich white man and kkk member.

("the klan don't exist anymore," he says, and he's halfway telling the truth, because he plans to kill these guys with his face uncovered in broad daylight)

Who would want Sammy to put the guitar down? Who would want to limit him to playing gospel? Not anyone who would appreciate this film, I think. When Sammy staggers into the church, the children's choir is singing "This Little Light of Mine" and that's also the song Sammy sings in the post credits scene. Not letting your light shine, hiding it under a bushel, that's a sin. You play, and some of your listeners are going to be vampires. That's a risk you take. And if no one takes that risk? If nobody ever crosses any lines? Things don't ever get better.

And maybe it's all worth it for one day, one shot, one really good party.

Sammy didn't put the guitar down. He got a new one, and he's playing it Chicago in 1992, an old veteran of The Blues.

At first I wondered why the vampires that visited Sammy in the bar in 1992 were almost friendly, and why Sammy seems almost friendly in return. He plays for them and they pay him for the private performance. They tempt him, but they don't take him by violence.

Maybe he's too old to be tasty now.

Or maybe, after thinking about it, the vampires are a hive mind, and the most violent members are dead. Even vampires learn. They're still vampires. Sammy understands the temptations they faced, the decisions they made. But he's staying on his side of the line and they're staying on theirs.

[subajelly]

Stare Down: Ogata x Reader

CW: Smut, Awkward Conversation

You know, you'd always thought you'd feel a bit more excited, grateful even, getting the undivided attention of a sexy man.

You can't recall how you got here - at least, you can't bring yourself to care. You two are outside, hidden away from the rest of camp, clothes open to paw and kiss at each other. You share matching marks on each other's necks, hair wild. Ogata kneels between your open legs. He's reached into your hakama for access, and after a few moments of clumsiness, he's fucking you with his hand.

His fingers are amazing. They're thick and calloused from years of shooting. He's also a fast learner, and he immediately finds your soft spots with just a little direction. But here you are, nervously avoiding eye contact even with Ogata's fingers knuckle-deep inside of you.

Despite the layers still between you, you felt naked. Ogata always had a way of seeing through you, and it felt more apparent when he stared you down. His face didn't have its usual coldness - your kisses thawed his exterior - but his eyes maintained the same intensity. Storm Grey bore into you as he fondled you under your clothes. You felt too aware of how you would look if he pushed you over the edge. You were afraid to feel too good, not wanting to break in front of him and embarrass yourself. You cover your face and muffle your moans as he gently prods at you.

Ogata scoffs, halting his ministrations. He pulls out his fingers, and your hips chase after them. You can't help but be annoyed. You look up to admonish him, only to see a frown on his face.

“You keep looking away.” He’s very frank. “Am I doing anything wrong?”

You blink. “What? No. It feels good.”

“And you keep covering your mouth. You don't have to worry about being loud. We're pretty far from the others.”

You blush harder at his not-so-subtle request to hear you.

Ogata licks his lips, eyes lowered in contemplation. The tips of his ears go pink and he murmurs, “ ... Am I ugly?”

You blink twice. You tilt your head, concerned. “Now where the hell did you get that- you know what? Nevermind. It's just- you keep looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

”Like,” Your face shifts into something that can only capture a fraction of Ogata’s usual “hunting face.” It’s low-lidded, analytical, and stoic. Although it’s a bit ridiculous on you. “This- I feel like I'm being studied.”

It was his face’s turn to go blank. He says in his usual deadpan voice, “I'm trying to see what makes you feel good. Are you self-conscious?”

Your mouth is agape, but nothing comes out. That's all he needed to know. He reaches out his dry hand and brushes his fingertips against your cheek. He carefully brushes the hair out of your eyes and grabs the back of your head, pushing you forward so your lips meet his. His lips are slightly chapped, but there's a tenderness to the gesture. He pulls away too soon, but his face stays close. You have no choice but to look him in the eye.

“You have a cute face. I want to see the expression it makes when I make you come. Can you grant me that?”

You pant around his thumb as his other hand continues to fuck you. You're drooling. Your toes curl every time he curls his fingers just so. All the while, you look at Ogata. He’s oddly calm, albeit there's a warm blush on his face and you can see the tent in his pants. His eyes roam your body, staring intensely at every twitch of muscle, every drop of sweat, every roll of your hips. He occasionally licks his lips in concentration. You can see the muscles of his arm flex as he keeps going at you. Your hands roam, anything to ground yourself but you feel that familiar tightness in your abdomen.

Ogata's other hand rubs against your folds. It doesn't take long to slick his fingers. His palm presses against your clit, just barely providing the friction needed. You bite back a whine, but your hips betray you. Ogata smirks, loving how desperate you are. He wants more. His thumb on your face pries your lips open, pressing onto your tongue.

“Oh-ga-thaaa~” you moan around his thumb.

“Hmm?” He removes his thumb from your mouth.

“Go faster. I need- I need-”

You go limp. His fingers slow down. You whine when he slowly pulls them out, rubbing against your folds before fully departing. You open your eyes to see him licking his digits, his eyes still boring into you. You feel yourself throb. You now understand. You lick your lips, peeking out him from under the hair in your eyes. ”Wanna let me return the favor?”

He doesn't need you to continue. His pace is almost impossible. The air sounds with the wet squelching of his fingers in you. They're a bit embarrassing to hear but you can't bring yourself to care anymore, it feels too good. He lets go of your face to reach down, rubbing your clit in tight circles. Your leg kicks and it doesn't take long until you're arching your back, body clenching and eyes closed as you let out a short shriek, wetting his hand.

[dragqueenstarscream]

Thinking about what could have happened if Orion in the season 2 2-parter had just a bit more time with Starscream, like what if he’d chosen to leave with Starscream, and what if they’d grown close while camping out somewhere together? Orion knows that he should probably contact the Autobots, clearly from all the info he’s getting now that he’s away from Megatron it’s pointing to things being very clearly in the favor of them being the good guys here, good guys who need the help of their leader. But Orion isn’t Optimus and there’s a part of him that likes being here with Starscream in the harbinger. A part of him that feels like it's been yearning for something like this, a weight off his shoulders. Orion falls for Starscream and Star, despite all the warning signs going off, falls for Orion too.

Eventually, conflict ramps up and Orion out of the goodness of his spark can’t sit by. Orion becomes Optimus, and just like in the show, he can’t remember any of being Orion. Starscream is devastated when he realizes it and he doesn’t know what to do. He stays in the harbinger, surviving and feeling bitter because of course something good couldn’t stay for him. Of course Optimus’s bleeding spark had remained in Orion and couldn’t help sacraficing everything just to help others.

Optimus though, begins to have dreams of memories he can’t recall. All involving starscream. There’s one of them bantering as they go through the harbingers system, his optics catching a genuine smile on Starscream’s face as he laughs at a terrible joke Orion made. There’s them watching the sunset over the desert. There’s a moment of intimacy, Starscream’s legs wrapped around him, condensation on their plating, both of them puffing out exvents. Its all so real and twists his spark until finally he contacts Starscream himself to talk. Just the two of them, at the Harbinger.

And when they talk, when Starscream forces himself to be honest, it comes back to him. Its in pieces, some bits harder to remember than others but the feelings are there and thats what matters. He takes Starscream gently in his arms and tells him how sorry he is for everything, and that if Starscream would be willing, he would want him to join the autobots and stay by his side, to keep him in check.

(its uh, very awkward for the rest of the team at the start, but they’ve also never seen Optimus quite as happy, so maybe, maybe its wirth giving ol screamer a shot as a team mate.)

anytime i see tfp starop fanfics with this premise (which isn't often, but i'll always seek it out), i go absolutely wild because YES. this is honestly one of my favorite premises for tfp starop besides the whole cave scene.

if i had to write the episode myself, i'd write it so that it takes place after orion becomes optimus again, so we can experience everything that happens as starscream and optimus piece it together. optimus is having these dreams once he returns to the outpost, but he can't tell anyone because of who they're about. how is he gonna explain to ratchet that he's been dreaming of starscream's laughter, him and starscream exploring the desert by sunset? how can he tell someone that he's been dreaming of the two of them interfacing beneath the stars? they'd all think he was crazy.

meanwhile, starscream is remembering the bitter end. he's remembering when orion remembered who he was and eventually leaving. of course he's hung up on the end. maybe he'll have brief flashes of their good times together, but he always thinks of optimus leaving him. of course he can't have anything good. everyone who loved him has always left him. optimus is no different.

except optimus actually comes back to him. optimus actively seeks starscream out and tells him that he's remembering what they had, and that, however brief it was, he actually enjoyed it. starscream doesn't believe him at first, but then optimus starts listing off specific details, and starscream knows he's telling the truth.

since starscream's rogue from megatron at this point, he takes optimus up on his offer. it'll be a long road ahead, but they'd learn how to make it work.