#so like. idk. if you want to see these if I finish them tell me? I plan to write something about Brian too

[moldycheezeit]

Prologue

Before You read I'm letting you know again this is the first time I've ever written fan fiction so if it sucks I'm sorry. :(  This does have swearing and mentions of death and blood. Also I think I'm just going to make batsis just a mix of Nami and Uraraka b/c idk how to incorporate Mitsuri into her. And if you watch mha or one piece I'm sorry if I don't make batsis accurate to both characters, even though I've watched both shows I feel like I'll mess it up somehow.

By the time you were born Bruce Wayne and his wife, your mother, had adopted Richard Grayson also known as the first robin or Dick. Your mother was heavily pregnant at the time and about to pop. But when the birth happened about a month later something went wrong, she lost too much blood and did make it. Overcome with grief Bruce nor Dick could look at you, because they couldn’t see a daughter/sister all they would see was the thing that killed somebody whom they loved. 

This caused Alfred to be the one who had named you because no one else would, so Alfred picked the name (y/n). He can remember how much your mom loved the name. But let's interrupt the sadness if you had to talk about your run in with your so called “family” it would be like this…

Dick would talk to you but it’s not like he enjoyed or wanted to so he made excuse after excuse to get out of talking with you. Like how he’d said “ I’m sorry (y/n) but Damian asked me to help him study you know how it is.” you knew he really meant training with Damian. another lie he'd say was “oh I’m busy at the moment i'll catch you next time.” which was never.

Jason was a great brother. keyword was, when he first joined he loved to hang out with you even if you couldn’t do much because you were a toddler. When he died no one told you well Alfred tried to explain that Jason would never come back but all it did was confuse you and made you start looking all around the manor for him hoping he would appear. When he did return you were 10 and wow was he an ass. When you tried to talk or bond with him like you used to he’d yell things like “go the fuck away” or “stop being such a whiny princess” God that man got irritated easily.

Tim, well you didn’t really talk to him. I mean you tried to, he seemed to like similar things to you, like building and inventing gadgets. But all he did when you tried to talk to him was just look at you with disgust in his eyes. Well screw him too. 

Now Damian what to say about this demon you're related to. The first time you met him was when you were 16, you were 2 years older than him. And kinda excited to meet someone other than Bruce you're related to by blood. God how blind you were. Damian had walked into the library while trying to find his way around the Wayne manor.

“Oh hello I’m (y/n) you must be Damian, Alfred had said you were to arrive some time today.” you had happily said to him. But he took one look at you and had the impression of who you were. “Tch.” Was all that was said but you knew instantly he thought you were some weak defenseless bimbo.

Bruce, god how you hate being related to this man. As you could tell he practically seemed to blame you for your mothers death. Like how is it your fault, you couldn't control if she was going to live or die. Anyways the man seemed to not care for what you do and where you are. The media doesn't even know about you so why bother acting like he cares. But why do you care about what he thinks you can practically have done everything on your own. Some father he is.

Lastly Alfred. He's the man that practically raised you. He was there for you when you were younger but the older you got the more you pulled away from him. You love him but anytime you bad mouth any of you “family” he instantly defends them.  You also have to remember he serves the whole family, not just you.

YIPPIE I FINALLY FINISHED IT (≧∇≦) hopefully you guys liked it. Well thats it for rn buy :)

Taglist: @cxcilla @starslightzz @jackchanzzz

[stinkysam]

Choi Subong “Thanos” - What girl ?

Warning : alcohol, brief drug mention, nsfw, top!reader, spit as lube, no protection, no prep, 1 hair pulling, 1 choking

Genre : smut

Synopsis : “reader gets jealous over thanos flirting or some girl flirting with him after his rap competition? at first, thanos doesn't even notice that he's jealous until he's being clingy and kind of excited about the hype he got at the competition to reader and touchy with reader whose response is just dryness. it leads to a long discussion about their complicated fwb relationship</3” - anon

Reader : male (he/you)

A/N : Bold is in English. // I somehow managed to write smut o.o idk how. Is it good tho ? Is it in character ?

Everything was going so well for Thanos. With each new episode of “Rap Battleground” he could see his fanbase grow more and more.

The finale was in a few days and he kept receiving messages of support on all platforms, people wishing him good luck for the last show.

It was great, he was finally getting the attention he deserved.

He loved being recognized in the streets by fans, taking selfies with them. And if they were good looking, why not flirt with them and see where it leads ?

That’s what he did once when you two were hanging out. You were chatting at a bar when a woman came to him.

She looked so cute, asking if he really was Thanos before asking for a photo.

He could not refuse. He gave you an excited look before turning back to her, smiling. He posed for the picture, trying to look tough as you took a sip of your beer, amused.

But you ticked a bit when he complimented her look after the photo, sounding more interested than simply polite, cockily smiling at her. You decided to brush it off, finishing your beer, asking for a second one.

She tried to make small talk, wanting to have a meaningful moment with him instead of just getting a photo. And Thanos more than indulged, completely forgetting about you, giving you time to start and finish your new beer.

As they chatted, talking about the show and the rappers he had been against, he mentioned inviting her for the finale, saying she could even come backstage to support him before his performance and after his victory.

You rolled your eyes, discreetly sighing before clenching your jaw as you felt your annoyance grow.

You shouldn’t be jealous though. You and him weren’t in a relationship. You were just friends with benefits, both strongly agreeing that no feelings should get involved into it.

But you couldn’t help it, not falling for him had turned out harder than you thought.

You tried to ignore it, telling yourself that at least you still had him in a special way.

Finally she gave him her number as he quickly entered it in his phone, promising to call her as she walked away.

Thanos turned back to you, a proud grin on his face as he patted your shoulder.

“Man, have you seen her ? Fucking stunning.”

“Oh yeah ?”

“Didn’t you see ?” He asked, eyes shining. “So pretty !” He whispers-yelled, patting your shoulder again, squeezing it

“I saw.” You replied dryly. “I’m done drinking. I’ll head back home.” You stood up as you left money to pay for the drinks.

“What ? Already ?” He stood up as well, quickly downing what remained of his beer before following you, exiting the bar.

“You don’t have to follow me.” You said, waving him off.

“Of course I do, we’re hanging out or not ? It’s not because I’m famous now that I should forget my friends.” He patted your back, smiling.

You shrugged as you kept walking, Thanos by your side. He looked at you, confused before shrugging as well. He didn’t know what had gotten into you, but it’s not like it would last, right ?

The walk back home was… special. You stayed silent while Thanos was constantly yapping, an arm around your shoulder, talking about all the fans that had approached him since the beginning of the show, even admitting having fucked a couple of them. You felt your blood boil but said nothing. You really didn’t need to hear about that.

He shook you gently as he talked excitedly, promising you your special friendship would not suffer from his fame. Even after his victory you would stay his main fuck buddy.

You rubbed your face, feeling out of it, thinking you should’ve asked for a third beer before leaving. You didn’t really wanna be sober at the moment, not wanting to imagine him with someone else.

Finally, you reached home after ten long minutes. You thought your night out would end here and that he would leave, but as soon as you unlocked the door, Thanos pushed it open and entered like it was his house. You should have guessed it, he has always been comfortable like this.

You immediately went to the fridge, opening it with a sigh, taking the strongest beer you had.

“I thought you were done drinking.” He snickered, a hand rubbing your back. You didn’t reply, walking away instead as you took a sip. Thanos looked at you, confused as to why you were so silent. You were generally so full of life and energy, you’d take any opportunity to tease and edge him, but tonight you seemed off.

You walked to the living room before flopping on the couch, nursing your drink. Thanos sat next to you, curious, not understanding why you were suddenly acting so distant.

“What’s gotten into you ?” He asked with an amused chuckle, grabbing your hand and playing with it, his fingers tracing the lines on your palm.

“Nothing.” You pulled your hand out of his grasp, shoving it in your pocket.

“Come on, don’t be a bitch. You’ve been acting so weird since we left the bar.”

“I’m tired.” You simply replied with a shrug.

“You fucking liar. Why are you not already trying to sleep if you’re so tired ? And don’t say it’s because I’m here ! Me being at your place never stopped you from going to bed to sleep.”

You said nothing, looking in front of you, taking a swig of your beer.

“Come on !” He shook your shoulder, smiling. “What’s the real reason ?”

“I think it was a bad idea.” You finally said, refusing to look at him.

“Huh ? What is ?”

“Us.”

“Huh ?” His smile dropped as eyes widened looking at you, confused. “What do you mean ?”

“The whole friends with benefits.” You replied, briefly looking back at him. “It was a dumb idea.”

“Why ? Why ? I thought you liked it ?”

“I do. I love it so much. But I can’t continue.”

“Why ? You have erectile problems ? Why the fuck can’t you continue ?” He asked, pushing you.

You let out a light chuckle.

“No. My dick works just fine. It’s more my… feelings.”

“What about your feelings ?”

You stared at him with a deadpan expression.

“Take a guess.”

He looked at you, frowning and you sighed. He could be so dense at times.

“I don’t want to know who you fucked. I don’t like seeing you flirt with other people.” You said, slightly irritated that he was still not understanding it.

“You’re… jealous ? Why ? It’s not like we’re in a relationship.”

You rubbed your face, growing more and more tired of this conversation.

“Subong.” You started, looking at him. “Why the fuck would I be jealous ? Think for a moment.”

He looked at you confused, then his eyes widened in surprise.

“You- ?” He began before stopping himself. You love him ?

“Yeah.”

You felt so embarrassed and upset, you had promised neither of you would fall for the other, and yet here you were.

Thanos said nothing for a moment.

“Why didn’t you tell me ?” He finally asked with accusatory eyes.

“Because you don’t do relationships ? Your words, not mine.” You replied as if it was obvious.

“Ah, right…” He nodded, thinking. “You still should’ve told me !” He said as he hit your shoulder.

“Why ? So you could laugh at my face ? Fuck off. You should’ve stayed with that woman at the bar, you both really seemed interested in each other.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms.

“I’m hanging out with you, I would never abandon you for a bitch.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Stop lying. I know you’d abandon all your friends for a quick fuck.”

“It’s fucking true !” He groaned. “I didn’t want to leave you alone.”

“Why ? I can handle myself just fine.”

He shrugged, looking away, refusing to give you a proper answer. Beginning to fidget with his fingers.

“Did you flirt with other men ?” He asked after a beat, sounding uncharacteristically unsure and quiet.

You looked at him with a frown, surprised by his attitude.

“I did at first. Stopped when I realized my uh, feelings.” You replied awkwardly.

He nodded, feeling uneasy. It wasn’t often that the two of you talked about your feelings, mainly trying to avoid such situations.

“I’m not keeping you hostage here. You can leave if you don’t wanna talk to me anymore.”

“No, I know. It’s just… Listen.” He started, suddenly sounding extra serious. “I didn’t know you were into me like that when we first fucked. We were both- I was fucking high and you drunk as shit, for fuck’s sake ! I didn’t know how much of it you meant. Okay ?”

“Wait, what ?” You looked at him, confused.

He stared at you, not wanting to explain himself further, waiting for it to click in your brain as you looked at one another.

And finally it seemed to click.

“You like me ?”

“…Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you tell me ?”

“Why ?! Because I said no relationship ! I couldn’t just backtrack like that ! And I didn’t know you loved me back !”

“Oh my god.” You rubbed your face, exasperated. You were both so dumb.

“I can’t just break my own rules.”

“Since when are you a rule follower ? You keep trying to break them just for the heck of it !”

“I had good reasons to follow this one ! I told you, I thought you didn’t love me !”

“Well I do love you, so you should’ve broken it so long ago !”

He stared at you, saying nothing, thinking.

“You love me ?” He finally asked.

“Why the fuck do you think we’re having this conversation ? Yes, I love you !”

He continued staring at you, the dots slowly connecting in his brain before grabbing you by the collar and pulling you into a kiss.

You didn’t reciprocate it at first, too surprised to move accordingly. When he pulled away you followed him, planting your lips back on his, blindly placing your beer on the coffee table.

Quickly the kiss grew more hungry, heated as your hands wandered. You pulled him on your lap as you both unbuckled and pushed your pants down, lips devouring one another feverishly. His hands worked quickly, roaming everywhere under your shirt as if he was in a rush, tickling your skin lightly as he caressed you before beginning to jerk the both of you.

You thrusted into his hand, growing hard quickly as the kiss became sloppier with each passing seconds, unfocused, pleasure washing over you.

He continued jerking the both of you till you were hard enough. You gave him one last kiss before pulling away to spit on your cock, coating it with saliva. Thanos moved up, eagerly lining his ass with your dick before burying your tip inside him.

He groaned at the pain as you bottomed out. He clenched his jaw, eyes closed as they rolled to the back of his head while you peppered his face with kisses, one hand rubbing his back soothingly while your other one worked his dick.

He stayed still for a few seconds, adjusting to you before beginning to move up and down, his erratic breathing hitting your face as he looked at you, eyes digging deep inside yours.

You moved closer, kissing him, moaning against his lips as you began rolling your hips, he felt so good around you. He leaned against you, his shaky breathing sounding like music to your ear before grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling on it.

You hissed and grimaced at the stinging pain, your cock throbbing inside him. His lips trailed down, attacking your neck and collarbones. His warm tongue left a trail of saliva as he kissed and bit your skin, leaving dark marks.

You continued rolling your hips, making him occasionally stop to swallow down a moan. But his painfully hard dick could not lie, throbbing and pulsing inside your hand.

You let yourself fall to the side, now fully laying on the couch as Thanos straightened up, riding you as you continued to jerk him off, hand tightly wrapped around him, his tip appearing and disappearing inside your closed fist. Your heart was beating fast, you were absolutely mesmerized by the sight.

You thrusted upward and a surprised moan escaped his lips, his hands gripping you suddenly, closing his eyes. You had apparently touched a sensitive spot, so you continued thrusting up, trying to find that spot again to hear more of it.

He cursed weakly, grabbing your wrists, pulling them above your head, his right hand going to your throat, squeezing as he tried to keep his composure.

“Why didn’t- you say it sooner ?” He asked shakily, trying not to moan as your tip hit that sweet spot.

“I told you.” Your voice was quiet, strained, struggling to breathe as you smiled. “Your fault.”

“Fuck off ! That’s- ah- your fault. You should’ve told me a- anyway !”

You chuckled with difficulty, it sounded more like you were choking as you closed your eyes, mind becoming hazy from the lack of oxygen. He finally released you and you gasped, chest heaving.

“You- fuck off !” You said as you grabbed him by the waist, pulling him down while rolling your hips upward quickly. It seemed like the trick to rip another moan from him, your dick hitting that spot once more.

Thanos closed his eyes as you continued to fuck into him, his hands by your chest, holding himself straight as you made him bounce on you. His dick was pulsing as you wrapped once more your hand around it, beads of precum coating his tip as your fingers rubbed his length.

He tried thrusting rapidly into your hand, following your rhythm, letting out sighs and small groans as your cock hit deep inside him, a couple shaky moans escaping his lips.

You cursed, feeling so snug inside him, his ass perfectly swallowing your dick, you could stay like this forever.

You breathed loudly, unevenly, feeling close to your release. And apparently he was close too.

“Fuck- I’m gonna cum.” He said, fastening the pace as he felt like his cock was gonna burst at any moment.

“Me- too.” You replied, your fingers by his waist digging into his skin, gripping him tightly as you bucked your hips against him faster, both chasing that high.

He groaned as his eyes were closed. You felt his dick throb inside your fist, cum seeping from in between your fingers as he continued to ride you in a broken rhythm, slowing down, ass clenching around you, making you come after him, cursing under your breath as you shot your cum inside him.

You were both breathing loudly, regaining your composure. Thanos stayed on top of you, your dick still inside him as he looked at you, gears turning.

“What ?” You asked as you looked at your cum covered hand. He let out a small laugh before cursing at you as you wiped it on his shirt.

“Fuck off ! Clean yourself elsewhere !” He yelled, slapping your hand, trying to wipe the cum away from his shirt.

“That’s not mine. I'm just giving you back what’s yours.”

“Well, what’s mine is yours now ! Why are you complaining about it ?!” He said, glaring at you.

“Is that your way to say we’re a thing ?” You asked, snickering, your hands resting by his thighs, fingers gently caressing his skin.

He looked away.

“I guess.”

“That’s kinda gross. You didn’t have to cum in my hand to let me know that. Could’ve just told me. But that was kinda smooth as well. 7.5 outta 10.”

“Ah, shut- Wait, that’s kinda a high number.” He looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah that’s because the judge is biased. He loves you.” You said with a nod.

“Ah.” He nodded. “Tell him I love him too.”

“Will do.” You nodded as well. “Are we going for a second round ? Or do you plan to sit on my dick all night ?”

“I don’t know yet. Both sound good.” He smiled.

“Take your time. I don’t mind.” You replied, hands rubbing his thighs, noticing how his dick moved lightly at the touch.

[kawareo]

I have some roughs for full/partial animations that I am never going to finish, thinking of just posting them as they are

[kyouka-supremacy]

Well.

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

Pick something for me to write

Ignore the blacked out thing, that’s someone else’s document

[coconut530]

I’ve caught another one, fellas

[antirepurp]

yakuza kiwami is doing an excellent job reminding me why i cannot be allowed anywhere near games with this much side bullshit in them. the moment i was allowed to free-roam kamurocho the main story got disregarded in favor of doing sub-stories and finding locker keys. there's an entire card game system waiting for me to get unreasonably invested in it. pocket circuit is back and will ruin my life again. at least there's no real-estate minigame this time or there'd be absolutely no hope of me ever finishing this game

[girlboy-frankensteins-monster]

books i read this january:

1. 'station eleven' by emily st. john mandel

5/5 stars — literally so good, such a great start to the year. i loved the writing style and the story and the characters and i am forever grateful to the friend of a friend who kept telling me i should read this because he was totally right and it's so good. definitely recommend this if you like apocalyptic stuff that's more an exploration of humanity than action/thriller

2. 'ghosts: the button house archives' by mathew baynton, simon farnaby, martha howe-douglas, jim howick, laurence rickard and ben willbond

3/5 stars — everything i wanted from a ghosts book tbh, loved getting to hear more about the characters but i would've liked a bit more serious stuff about fanny (this isn't really a criticism just wish there had been because she's such a compelling character to me)

3. 'i am malala' by malala yousafzai

4/5 stars — really good for anyone unfamiliar with pakistani culture and politics to help explain recent history as well as being genuinely very interesting. definitely recommend

4. 'heartstopper: volume 5' by alice oseman

3/5 stars — cute and nice to read as a queer british teenager, i like alice oseman's art a lot and i liked how she approached the topics discussed in it. only 3 stars just because like it doesn't really speak to me personally not because it isn't good or anything

5. 'never let me go' by kazuo ishiguro

4/5 stars — i have a weird relationship with his writing i feel like with both the books i've read by him the endings have just been a bit lacking for me? but not for a reason i can actually define and i still really liked the rest of the book and i really like his writing style as well

6. 'yellowface' by rebecca f. kuang

4/5 stars — not my favourite work by her but i found it really interesting to read. idk it's been quite controversial and i don't think i know enough about the issues discussed in the book to have an opinion but it did make me think about a lot of things i'd never really considered before which was why i found it interesting

7. 'gideon the ninth' by tamsyn muir

5/5 stars — this book was right up my street; i absolutely love gideon and the way the book's written. gideon and harrowhark's relationship was really compelling and i love the concept. if you read this book (please do) i would recommend that you read the glossary before you start the book because i spent at least the first 50 pages with no idea what was going on but after that it was amazing

8. 'the seven husbands of evelyn hugo' by taylor jenkins reid

3/5 stars — kind of just not my thing, sorry to all my friends who love it (none of them are on tumblr lol). i thought it was interesting but it just wasn't really my taste

9. 'tsunami girl' by julian sedgwick and chie kutsuwada

4/5 stars — i definitely didn't expect to enjoy this as much as i did but i actually really liked it the whole way through. the characters were great and i found the romance subplot way more well-written and believable than i expected (this might just be me because i'm a bit weird about reading relationships as romantic in books so a lot of straight romance where they sort of just expect you to pick up on it as romantic purely because it's a boy and a girl comes across as really flat to me and i end up just deciding that they're only friends to me whereas in this book i actually did read their relationship as romantic and wanted them to go out)

10. 'nation' by terry pratchett

5/5 stars — i think this is the first terry pratchett i've read other than good omens and i really, really enjoyed it. it took me a while to get into but i liked the characters and also found the sort-of-romance in this believable which was cool. also just really interesting to be honest, i recommend this as well

[flugame-mp3]

SEASON NINE FINALE WAS WILD. I HAVE MANY MANY THOUGHTS. WHAT JUST HAPPENED. A FUCKING ROLLER COASTER FOR SURE

[xxplastic-cubexx]

played one game of rivals as wanda and after the match enemy team went 'im so glad scarlet witch's kids are dead' like OK??????? CAN I HELP YOU WHAT DID I DOOOOOO

[dyed-petals]

i know there is no light in view, but i still prepare myself to rationalize how it will be worth it once i finally reach it. there was a reason i took this tunnel, the light will be so bright at the end, trust me, i know it has to be true, or why would i have taken a tunnel. this isnt even a poem, is it? its barely even prose. i wish it was, i wish there was beauty in suffering. tragedy lets me fantasize that there is meaning in this pain, that im not just going to be done with this slightly less alive than when i started and i will have no undo button.

what can come of this? comraderie maybe? do you think i will appreciate life more when i get out of this slump? will i learn my lesson and avoid it from here on out? if any of that were true there wouldn't be any suffering in suffering.

no one is looking out for me. i can't convince myself there is no matter how many sermons i sit through and hymns i sing and verses i read. i know ill believe it again. but the only belief i can muster as of now would require i don't see my current self as a part of me. maybe it would be nice, to dismiss this as one bad dream. but it would condemn me as a creature of darkness only. it would be comforting to believe, to absolve me of my sloth in giving up, but alas i know i can't give up. my life is bigger than me and i will drag it along with me.

i have this post, i guess. is this the light im looking for? a tumblr post that no one will read except for myself in a couple months when im brainstorming song lyrics? will the song be worth it? will i ever make something good enough for this to be worth it?

i just dont. want to feel anything right now. i just want the rest of the world to wait. i dont want to tarnish the things i have a vague sense i'll care about later. can i please figure out a nicer way of asking you to leave me alone after you leave me alone. ill be normal eventually. it always passes just as meaninglessly as it came.

im sorry october. i won't get to see you again.

oh. tomorrow's the anniversery of the worst day of my life. yeah. that tracks.

8. its been 8. im sorry. i'll try again next year. i wish i remembered your birthday instead.

[arolesbianism]

Y'know now that I'm seeing a small handful of ppl actually giving a shit abt oni lore it's making it so much harder to not become a nerd emoji every five seconds anytime I see someone talk abt oni because I forget that every source of oni information is comically outdated

[milkybishop]

i think i just need to go to bed but im just a bit :T about my characters rn, like none of them are really capturing my attention, i'm more rolling them around for the sake of rolling them around

[organchordsandlightning]

clocking artemy in for his 'rescuing abandoned babies' shift at the plague house factory

[thepitlanepress]

WE'RE FAMILY, ME AND YOU –

↳ oscar piastri + gf!reader

⌗ :: masterlist

⌗ :: a/n: osc being protectiveeee . also he is so fine in that pic. warnings for offhanded comments abt weight and shit like that (if anyone irl is like this towards you i'll personally fight them). idk if this is gonna be super good bc i think my brain stopped working near the end lol but other wise enjoyyy

"please don't hold my horrible family against me, oscar," you say when he pulls into the driveway of your childhood home, the warm lights blaring inside.

"baby, we've been dating for two years, and i've met your family before," oscar smiles picking you hand up and gently squeezing it.

"i know but seriously, they're going to be awful," you groan softly falling back in your seat. "i don't want to do this."

"we'll do it together okay?"

"okay."

the first comment came a few moments after you walked inside: "oh its so good to see you oscar!" your mother and grandmother both come rushing out to greet you.

"and my darling daughter," your mother smiles and gives you a small hug, before pulling back and eyeing you up and down. "you chose quite the dress wow, you can see everything. you'd would almost think it was too small."

you laugh along with the "joke" and only relax slightly when you feel oscar's hand slip into your own, reminding you he's there.

you continue on through the house as your grandma gives oscar a tour, even though he was here about two months ago and literally nothing has changed.

he's polite, and nods along with whatever nonsense spiel she's giving him about a vase that apparently was her great great grandmothers - when you know for a fact she bought it a week ago because she sent your sister an incessant amount of texts about it in the family group chat.

the one you're clearly not apart of.

when you make it to the lounge room, you instantly sit down on the couch pulling oscar down with you, wanting this night to be finished with already. your grandmother enters the room with a platter of snacks, smiling as she puts it down, "now don't eat too much of this sweetie or you won't have room for dinner, or anymore room in that dress."

you don't notice is but oscars demeanour changes then.

he pulls you closer to his side and has one arm tightly wrapped around your waist as he takes a few crackers slipping every second one to you. he leans down whispers in your ear. "eat, i know you haven't today, fuck what linda says."

you smile and slightly relax more into the conversation, especially when your grandad and dad enter the room. both are overjoyed you're here, instantly stealing your boyfriends focus and talking to him about racing and the latest car that your dad bought and wants to fix up.

you were having a slightly better time, well until:

"pumpkin, leave poor oscar alone, you're practically on top of him!" you mother fusses, and you internally flinch at that dumb nickname.

"i wouldn't mind if she were on top of me," oscar mutters and you choke slapping him on the chest as he smirks. it brings a smile to your face the first one of today.

your dad clearly having heard what was said becomes all red and flustered clearing his throat and announcing dinner is ready, while struggling to hide a smile.

–––

dinner is your least favorite moment of the night. from the comments, to the "mothers" purposely pushing plates away from you. oscar notices and instead puts food on his plate and then switches it with yours.

which leads to them tsk-ing about how he needs to eat more and let you choose what you eat.

and you do what any good daughter would do when your mother looks at you and nudges the salad in front of your plate and says, "make sure you eat your salad, pumpkin," you shove it down and paste a smile on your face.

oscar sees it.

"how is work lately, oscar?" your grandmother asks smiling at him, before nudging him in the side with her elbow, "you're doing better than, pumpkin over there i tell you."

shove it down.

oscars hand lands softly on your thigh, silent support in the only way he can right now. you smile softly at him and he winks at you a small smile appearing across his face.

"oh enough you, we don't need all this while eating dinner, well while we eat dinner, you don't really need to," your mother sniffs. you struggle to push this one down and excuse yourself from the table. "i'm sorry oscar, that she wasn't letting you breathe. she needs to learn to give you some space. so clingy that girl."

"i'm breathing perfectly fine," oscar answers entering the conversation his voice calm but strong. "and quite frankly mindy, i think you need to lay off with the comments, i'm fine, your daughters fine, we're all fine, so stop with the snarky comments and the petty bitchy notions. because quite frankly, thats how you're acting, like a bitch."

he shoots a look to your grandmother, "and you too linda, don't go around pretending you're all high and mighty with your "everyone is amazing and i love my family" act, when you can't even treat your own granddaughter right. you two should be ashamed of yourselves. do better. all of you- well except you darren and mike i like you guys."

with that he pushes his chair out and goes to find you, knocking on the bathroom door, but not hearing a response. "sweetheart? you in there?" after a few more moments of silence he enters the room - you're not in there obviously, the window is open and he can hear the car running outside.

he leaves the house without saying goodbye to anyone and just gets in the car with you puts it in reverse and leaves.

you're both quiet for a few moments before you whisper, "i'm sorry for running out."

"no," oscars voice is firm. "don't you ever apologise for that, those women are bitches in a snake skin and they do not deserve your time and attention." he pulls off on the side of the road, cars driving past the only sound that fills the space in the quiet. "don't you ever apologise for being a beautiful, perfect person. don't you ever apologise for being you. because you are perfect."

he takes your face gently in his hands and softly kisses your nose. "you are the most amazing human being ever and i'm glad my heart belongs to you, those pathetic women back there can't see your beauty or your talented-ness or your smarts - you're a race engineer for gods sake - and thats on them." he presses a kiss to both of your cheeks.

"you are my sweetheart, my gorgeous best friend, my everything. and i love you baby," he whispers kindly before pressing a soft kiss to your mouth. "we're a family me and you, we don't need those fuckers back there," he winks.

you giggle and whisper back, "i love you too."

a quiet moment falls over top of you both as you just rest your foreheads pressed against each other.

"takeout?"

"let's go."

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More roomate!au thoughts because, again, my brain never stops. When you move in with them, dont expect to be able to do anything by yourself ever again (unless its housework and their away), your car needs fuel? Dont worry Simon will go with you and fill it up for you and dont even think about trying to pay for it yourself, you tried once and Simon just glared at you so you tucked your card back into your purse. You need to go get a few supplies for college, Price and Gaz are joining you and giving their opinions about the best laptop to get or the best stationary (they fill out enough paperwork that they know the best ones). You're cooking them dinner, Johnnys right by your side following your every order and helping to wash up while you go relax on the sofa waiting for whatevers in the oven. And you will want for nothing, you see a pair of shoes you want while out shopping but their outside of your price range, they arrive at your door a week later just after the boys deploy, you see a pretty necklace on TV and comment on it, Johnnys there behind you fastening it just before your next night out. You lament that your mattess and bed are uncomfortable, a new one arrives the next and it just so happens to be big enough to fit all 5 of you on it.

Yeah, the boys would 1000% give you princess treatment

My mind is still on that drabble so i absolutely love this so so so very much god yes….

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It doesn’t end there, of course. God, they do so, so much for you.

It’s Simon who stands right outside the bathroom door when you get sick late at night, trying to be quiet and not bother anyone yet when you tell him he should go to sleep, you’ll be fine, he doesn’t even let you finish your sentence.

“Don’t need sleep,” he grunts, pulling you against his body. Despite your protests, his warmth alone makes you melt. “Jus’ tell me what you need.”

It’s Gaz who gifts you with a surprise spa day kit after he notices how exhausted you look during your exams, gently pushing aside your laptop. “You look knackered, lovie,” he murmurs. “Let me take care of you, alright? You always spoil us when we return anyways, this the least we can do.”

It’s Johnny who immediately knows your day has been shit just from listening the way you shuffle in, shoulders slumped and head downcast.

“Someone steal yer sunshine, hen?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it, Johnny,” you mumble tiredly, yet you have no energy to refuse when he leads you to the couch. “Bad day. I’ll just go to my room-“

“Nah, none o’ that,” he shakes his head, taking your bag. “Sit down, aye? I’ll fix you up something warm.” Though he makes sure to drap a blanket over yours shoulders before he goes into the kitchen, muttering about food.

It’s Price who goes hand in hand with your safety. All of them do make you feel safe but John is just- a bit different.

Once, you were being followed after you finished shopping and like an idiot, you’d forgotten your usual pepper spray you carried. You knew you were being followed because you could feel the eyes constantly on you and you circled the same area several times. Your hands are shaking when you text him, praying to every god-

- john

- Yes, love?

You are too afraid to even crack a smile at his serious punctuation.

- someones following me idk what to d

You don’t wait for him to reply. Just nervously, with too many typos, you tell him where you are and if please can he come or any of the men-

When John appears by your side in no less than five minutes, he just pulls you close to his side.

“Come on, sweetheart.” He ushers you along. “Bloke’s been dealt with. Give me your backs, yeah? Next time tell me or any of the muppets to join you.”

Too late you notice the blood splatters on his knuckles.

Also, remember when I said the original ad had been because they wanted someone to keep the place tidy when they are away? That doesn’t apply when they are home. If they see you cleaning or cooking, they are helping- nu uh, no complaints allowed, they are not about to let you slave away when you have four very capable men at your beck and call.

Hell, once it was Johnny who saw you scrubbing the kitchen floors and he just picked you up and placed you on the counter, tsking at you.

In a few hours, John returned to find all of them cleaning the kitchen; Soap was now dusting, Gaz vaccuming, and Simon wiping the counters.

And you were bundled in the couch corner, cozy and cute.

“What’s all this?” He asked, an eyebrow raised, and you shrug.

“She was tryin’ to clean.” Johnny grumbled from the corner.

“And you didn’t stop her sooner?”

“Bloody stubborn bird,” Ghost was the one who replied this time, not even looking up.

You opened your mouth to argue, but the look John fixed you with made you shut your mouth with a click.

“Good girl.”

The warmth on your cheeks was definitely not from overworking, at least.

You mention needing new clothes? You wake up to Simon’s credit card on your nightstand with a note ordering you to use it. “Strangely”, you can’t find neither your own card nor your wallet.

You also can’t find him, but Kyle’s there and oh wow! He has nothing to do so he will in fact be joining you (and making you model the dresses and outfits and send pictures to the others so you can be drowned in compliments)!

Also i like to hc that john(s) are both huge coffee lovers and they do in fact have those huge, fancy coffee machines yk? They are insulted when they see you drink the cheap, shitty, tasteless instant coffee you are surviving on and from then on, you will wake up every day to warm, fresh coffee made for you <33

Anyways gods i love them sm can you tell 😩😩