#while not wanting to put myself in a situation of constantly having to be like

[melishade]

What other ideas do you have for human Megatron?

Megatron asking Primus for reincarnation Optimus choosing reincarnation as a human Human Megatron's favorite thing

Six year old Human Megatron: Peering over the edge of a cliff into the water Okay. Ten meters high. Water seems deep enough. Shouldn't kill me...probably. Looks down at his body No protective shell...no...flight...slaps himself in the face NO! You're doing this! You want to test how resilient humans are! You were once a feared gladiator! 10 meters means nothing!

Runs back to get a head start. One...Two!...THREE! Starts running before jumping off the cliff and into the water

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Older Megatron: And that's how I broke both my arms.

Reincarnated Armin: What were you trying to prove?!

Megatron: I was trying to see how durable the human body is...surprisingly durable.

(This Human Megatron AU is within the context of if everyone retained their memories from their previous lives)

-But Megatron gets to live a normal life. He reincarnates, doesn't know his biological parents, but gets adopted by a human version of Terminus, so he's happy to be raised by a single dad. Hanji gets super excited when they meet him.

Megatron: I'm actually adopted. Still don't really have a biological parent to speak of.

Armin: Wouldn't you want to search for your biological parents? Megatron:

I wouldn't search for something I never needed. Terminus was enough.

Terminus in a wheelchair: Hello everyone.

Hanji:

-Megatron is constantly getting himself hurt to test out the durability of the human body, nearly giving Terminus a heart attack every time.

Hanji: Wait! How did you get all your scars?! You weren’t a gladiator or in war!

Megatron: I just put myself in dangerous situations a lot because I wanted the full human experience. I’ve been shot at. Attacked by both land and sea animals. Daring stunts like sky diving.

Terminus: I’ve tried stopping him multiple times but gave up when he was sixteen.

Levi: The hell happened at sixteen?

Megatron: Terminus famously dubs it the NASA incident -Megatron's swore to himself to avoid any and all things in terms of political leadership on the off chance that he might regress. He doesn't want to take that chance.

Megatron: Avoided the military, dictatorships, anything that would've put me in a position of power.

Sasha: Have you thought about running for president?

Megatron: That's a guaranteed way of me violating the Geneva Convention

-Megatron is doing everything and anything he never got to do while on Cybertron, and that includes getting a proper education.

Hanji: Did you go to college?! What did you study?!

Megatron: Biochemistry and Physics with a minor in creative writing.

Survey Corps staring in disbelief

Megatron: That was just my bachelor’s

Everyone staring at the wall of degrees.

Hanji: Honestly, respect the hustle.

Armin: How did you do all this? How did you pay for this?!

Megatron: Still retained a lot of my knowledge from Cybertron. Also I wanted a formal education

Levi: That doesn’t explain how you paid for it.

Megatron: Took a cue from Soundwave and hacked a few accounts from billionaires

Jean: Well that’s not very ethical of you.

Megatron: There’s no such thing as an ethical billionaire

Hanji: So what exactly is it that you do for a living with all these degrees?

Megatron: I go where the wind takes me. One moment, I'll be writing a musical, the next I'll be making a cure for cancer. Depends on the mood I'm in.

He has participated in protests during his time on campus and fought off the police to buy people time to escape the cops

-Megatron decided to wait to actually reach out to the Survey Corps because he didn't want to intrude on their lives and wanted them to find their own path. That doesn't mean he didn't keep tabs on them, and has actively helped out the people that he hasn't met like Kuchel, Grisha, Mikasa's and Armin's parents.

Megatron internally while getting a drink at a bar: Is that Eren's mom?

Carla: High kicks someone that grabs her butt

Megatron taking a sip of beer: That is definitely Eren's mom.

Although he did run into Kenny by accident.

Kenny punching Megatron: Motherfucker! Why is it always you?!

Megatron kicking Kenny: I don't know! I'm not happy about this either!

Levi later questioned why Kenny never told him about it but looking back now, it was for the best. His sanity wouldn't be able to take it.

But the thing is when Megatron finally starts making an appearance in their lives, he so different and so well adjusted that they do not immediately recognize him, and Megatron would decide to keep up the charade for a while. He's not as scarred as he used to be, and his features had been altered to appear just a little bit more human. Before they all find out, Levi and Megatron actually get along with each other.

But it's Hanji, Armin, and Mikasa that begin to notice a few things. A few mannerism and habits, gestures and smiles. They do discuss their theories with the others but some of them don't exactly believe them.

Eren: The guy notorious for hating humans volunteered to become one?

Hanji: You shut up! You have no say! You only knew him four years!

Levi: I do agree with Eren.

Hanji: Levi!

Levi: Sure Megatron changed, but he still prided himself as being a Cybertronian.

Erwin: I can't say for certain Megatron would be willing to give that up. Why?

Hanji: Because!...Megatron cared about us!

Jean: Enough to become human?

Mikasa: Maybe?

Hanji: Ugh, there has to be a way to I.D. that it's him without us looking like we're crazy.

Armin:...I think I know how.

Later

Armin: takes a deep breath D-16!

Megatron: chokes on his beer

Hanji: Oh my god! Megatron are you okay?

Megatron: I'm fine I just-! turns to the Survey Corps You knew-! grunts as he gets dogpiled on.

Levi gets so mad.

Levi:....I can't believe we were actually getting along.

Megatron: Honestly, it was sickening.

Levi:...I'm gonna punch you in the face now.

Megatron: I missed you too. gets decked

Levi later helps him up when Hanji explains that Megatron is just a guy and he can't catch a murder charge.

Levi: Why the hell didn't you tell me you were just a guy?!

Megatron: You saw me eat food! I was drinking beer! I thought it was obvious!

Levi: You huffed space cocaine and talked with the devil! I don't know what else to expect!

They do have a long talk about what Megatron's been doing after they're all done being sappy. Additional talks include:

Hanji: OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING! MEGATRON HAS BABY PICTURES!

Megatron:...You'll never find them

Levi: There he is

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Hanji: Oh! Have you been involved with anyone romantically?!

Megatron:….

Armin: That is a damning non-answer

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Megatron does run into the Warriors again...Zeke is not happy

Megatron: grins

Zeke: For fuck's sake! Jumps into Pieck's arms

Pieck: Nice to see you again, Megatron.

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Hanji: What are your favorite things about being human and what are your least favorite?

Megatron: Pros: More variety in food. Environments are more diverse compared to Cybertron. Beds are really comfortable. Cons: Puberty. Governments are still the same. Mosquitos.

Jean: Yeah. Mosquitos suck

Megatron: Also traffic.

Levi: Is this a Cybertron is better than Earth thing?

Megatron: It’s just in general. Cybertron had a much more efficient transportation system even when you didn’t want to transform and go yourself! I’ve have been stuck in traffic four hours when I'm five minutes near my apartment and when I get to the apartment, there’s a fire and I can’t go to bed!

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Megatron and Eren would have a really interesting conversation though. And assume this is after Eren has gone through all of his trials.

Eren: You gave up...being a Cybertronian?

Megatron:...I suppose to someone like you, it would be a shock. You've only known me four years and I've been with the others for at least 50.

Eren: It's not that...even with all that change you went through, I'm surprised you gave up a core fundamental part of you. What about Optimus? He had to deal with your death.

Megatron: Optimus would survive without me. He would always be able to...I just didn't want to leave the family I had made behind. It was difficult outliving them all.

Eren:...You're a lot stronger than me. Being able to sacrifice that.

Megatron: Despite all that you did, you were a child with an immense amount of power. That has to be acknowledge.

Eren:...I am sorry. For all of it.

Megatron: I know...you went through trials too, right?

Eren: flinches at that

Megatron: Who was the worst one?

Eren: Emotionally, Optimus. I might've made him cry. Physically, Solus. Honestly the most terrifying out of them all.

Megatron: Agreed.

Meanwhile, Optimus, who has also been reincarnated as a human has been living a life of normalcy without interacting with anyone. He just took being a introvert to the max until he ran into Megatron and Hanji outside his bookshop.

Optimus dropped the books he was holding when he saw those familiar eyes and excited smile pass by his book shop. He ignored the customer in his shop as he bolted towards the door.

He shoved it open just as the two had passed his door. Optimus could hear them talking to each other, the both of them holding boxes in their hands.

He wasn’t entirely sure if what he was seeing was a figment of his imagination, but he saw them smile with delight, and heard that gruff and familiar voice. It was them. It had to be. They were somehow here. Optimus ran up to them and grabbed the shorter’s shoulder. They turned to him in confusion, staring at him with round glasses inside of their signature square ones.

“Hanji?” Optimus spoke their name.

Hanji’s mouth dropped at the sound of Optimus voice and they let go of the items in their hands, forcing the other to scramble to catch it.

“Damn it, Hanji-!” The man looked at Optimus in surprise, “…Well it took you long enough Prime.”

“Megatron,” Optimus spoke.

I discussed these ideas with @justawannabearchaeologist and @echoblaze5

[altschmerzes]

i need to stop shadowboxing the concept of romance when i write. i need to make my brain go to a world where romance doesn’t exist when i write because feeling its constant presence and people’s expectations of its presence and reading in of its presence is making me a worse writer.

like. thinking a lot about that post that’s going around rn about Books That Are Clearly Afraid Of The Reader. been thinking about how fear of being interpreted or perceived or whatever permeates a Lot of what i do and always has, creatively, and frankly compromises it, especially in terms of fear of people reading romance into my stuff because of how much i write about interpersonal relationships and intimacy and reliance and vulnerability and intense emotional situations.

i need to stop trying to build a boat with my main priority being ‘i dont want people to insist to me that this is a car or make people feel tricked into seeing a car etc etc’ when there is actually no part of this boat that needs to be made with cars in mind at all i could just Build The Damn Boat. this metaphor got lost.

point is i need to stop letting romance take up space in my stories at all. even if it's just as something i'm doing backflips over and around. i need to just start writing about platonic relationships - friendships, queerplatonic relationships, familial relationships, etc - without feeling like i need to first disprove romance as an automated and inherent assumption. romance should have no quarter here, even in feeling forced to deny it.

[icharchivist]

i mean i get why it sucks but i've been having an existential crisis that keeps me up at night for most of my life too and i'm not producing people expressly to abuse them and use them as tools about it. Astrals are just on something else i guess

i'd say it's a question of scale in general, as in an existential crisis coming so deeply from a whole different life in your head would fuck someone up much more. but anyway i keep saying Lucilius' way to treat other is bad, in those same posts in fact, just that his issues with depersonalization/derealization are also extremely compelling and actually make me feel bad for him. Those two feelings can coexist, and i don't mean that you have to be nicer to him or anything. i'm just saying he's still an interesting character.

[whorelaud]

꒦꒷ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 dirty little secret ¡

pairing police officer!bfb!Jun-ho x brat!reader

summary Jun-ho catches you red handed, what other way to teach you a lesson than to take advantage of the situation and arrest you, then fuck the attitude out of you? 

warnings smut, unprotected p in v, public sex, oral (f recieving), dirty talk, praise & degradation, jun-ho putting you in handcuffs, car sex (against it), mention of reader briefly smoking

Someone like yourself should not accompany Jun-ho's head as one frequently does. Yet, there he was, leisurely stroking his hard cock, while reminiscing over the sheepish smile you flashed him earlier, one that shall be deemed innocent, not something he fantasizes about at the dim of midnight. 

He tried, he really did strive to keep a distance, avoid the proximity of your touch when your arm in the slightest bit brushes over his, constantly reminding himself that you were forbidden, someone he could merely admire from afar, as you were his best friend's little sister. 

Jun-ho oughts to respect his friend's wishes, aware how much he cared for you, never missing a chance to scold you whenever you'd engage in any malice acts. Jun-ho would sit back and watch, oddly entertained by your witty attitude, and the way your face would twist with venom, the action so attractive, he fought the urge to arrest you for it. 

It was a dirty, filthy fantasy, the desire to fuck you senseless while you desperately grind down on his cock, to put handcuffs on you and pound into you from behind, where he'd see your ass bounce with each thrust stretching your needy hole. However, all he could do was stroke himself and pretend it was your little fingers doing it instead, in hopes of it actually happening, well aware you were out of his league, way out of his orbit. 

That escalated, when he randomly spotted you in the middle of the woods while he was on duty. He frowned upon seeing you tangled in a bush, with a lit blunt firmly in between your lips. He hesitated over approaching you, doing it with haste, as he deliberately exited the car, afraid he was mistaking you for someone else, but no, it was you. 

He could recognize you from a mile away, not even the bush of weed covering the majority of your face could change that. The boy aimed the flashlight in your direction, halting before he muttered your name, causing you to freeze in your spot. 

The lighter in your hold drops to the floor, leaving you fisting nothing but your manicured fingernails as they dug into the flesh. Your blood ran cold, and you suddenly felt helpless, as a rush of embarrassment washed over you. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, hoping this would be a dream, one of your stupid little thoughts, but no, it was really him; Jun-ho. Yeah, you're screwd. 

Why did he of all people have to see you like this; when you do idiotic stuff out of pure stress. You've been overwhelmed the whole day, uncapable of cheering up, till you randomly found a joint lying around in your drawer, leading to you tippy toeing out of the house, and heading towards your go-to place when you wanted to smoke. 

Typically, no cops hung around the area, but today, life had other plans for you, ones not so bad. 

"Is that you?" He continued his unfinished sentence from earlier, gaze shifting down to the joint you smushed to the floor. "What are you doing here?" 

"Jun-ho!" You squealed with fake excitement, stumbling as you stood to your feet. "What are you doing here?" 

"Jus' doing my job, an' you?" One of his brows curled with suspicion, hand finding the curve of his hip. "What's a girl like you doing out here? Aren't you afraid something might happen to you?" 

"A girl like me? C'mon, you think I can't handle myself?" you scoffed, tone hinted with sarcasm. You dusted the dirt off your skirt, leaning down with a purpose, in hopes of Jun-ho stealing a glance at your pink lace-panties, covering nothing, and exposing the shell of your ass. "Besides, you're the one who looks afraid."

"Yeah, obviously," he admitted with shame, stammering out of frustration. "What will your brother say when he knows you're out at such a late hour?" 

"Relax, old man, I'll be fine." You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "Unless you decide to snitch on me..." 

That shoots blood through his veins, clenching his jaw over your attempt to get under his skin. He knows what you were doing, aware of your intentions to mess with him, and fool his already hazy brain into thinking your tone was flirtatious. 

"Get in the car," he demanded, dismissing you with his chin as he took a few steps in your direction, eyes narrowing when he took a whiff of the stiff air. "Were you smoking?" 

"No." You swiftly shook your head, though your tense expression gave the lie away. 

"Yes you were," he insists, directing the flashlight to your feet, and bending down when he spotted the freshly lit blunt now flattened to the floor. "Have you not learned your lesson? How many times did your brother tell you not to smoke? Marijuana, of all things."

"It's one time thing!" You exclaimed, throwing your arms up in the air. "Don't hold it against me, I was stressed. Now, please don't tell my brother, you know how he gets when he's angry." 

"You think I'll let you off easily?" He muttered, statement somewhat threatening. "I can arrest you for this, you know drugs are illegal, right?"

"But you won't," you tried to cut through the tension heaving the air, attempt falling short when it didn't crack a smile out of the latter. "You're not going to arrest me for that."

"Try me." He clicked his teeth, standing with his chest to your back. He hesitated to reach for your arm, fingers deliberately clutching around your wrist, forcing your forearm to the low of your back. 

Jun-ho repeated the action with your other hand, a breath knocking out of your chest when the sound of a click erupted through your ears, ringing as he locked the handcuffs in place, loose yet firm around your wrists. 

"Wait, you're being for real?" Your eyes widened with shock, an inaudible gasp escaping your throat when he led you towards the car, using the arm to your shoulder to push through the muddy road. "Get these off of me, this is not funny, Jun-ho!"

"Never said it was." He snorted, pinning you to the hood of the car, and fumbling through his pockets to seek the keys hidden in there. "You've been such a bad girl, need someone to do somethin' abour it." 

Your stomach churns with butterflies, somehow turned on by the statement. His tone, it was low, hushed, full of lust deep under all the lies he'd force through his teeth. 

Jun-ho is hot, you weren't one to deny that, however, your insides stirred with more than passing emotions that confuse you whole everytime he was around. Heat radiated off your entire body, the in between your legs specifically, and your knees went jelly, seizing control of your body once you leaned down, till your chest pressed to the hood of the car. 

The action earns a scowl out of the brunet, feigning oblivion to the way his cock twitched in his pants when his gaze landed on your lace panties, now peaking from underneath your skirt. The scene left little to the imagination, he wanted nothing more than to pull the thin fabric of your underwear to side, and pound into you till you no longer were able to coherent normal words out; only able to remember his name through your fuzzy, fucked out brains. 

"What are you doing?" He questioned, forcing his eyes back on your face, bent to the side as you tried to steal a glimpse at him from over your shoulder. 

"Obeying your orders," you mumbled, "I've been a bad girl, officer, need you to do something about it." 

You wiggled your ass around, till the material of your skirt rid up, revealing the plush flesh hidden underneath. The faint moonlight lightly beamed over the skin, creating a small shadow that would've gone unnoticed if Jun-ho's gaze wasn't burning into your soul. 

"Want me to do something about it?" He repeated through a breath, voice shaky, desperate like a loser getting his dick wet for the first time. "Fuck, you can't pull shit like this an' expect me to hold back." 

"Don't hold back." You whispered, lips gaping in a moan when his leg pressed to your heat, patience wearing thin as he resisted the urge to tear your panties apart. "You want this too, don't you?" 

"Quit talkin'," He grunted, hand instantly landing on your ass. He almost shuddered, squeezing the fatty skin in between his fingers, then using the pressure of the touch to spread your cheeks out, and fix his gaze on the thin fabric of your panties now drenched with your juices. "Fuck, look at you, such a wet mess for me. Is this turning you on, huh? You enjoy getting humiliated to filth?" 

You mewled at the words, almost yelping when his fingertips grazed over your clothed clit, instantly growing sensetive from the touch. Jun-ho was fully hard now, the fabric of his pants growing tight. 

The sight was out of the world, better than his deepest fantasies, and the pornos he jerked off to while imagining you instead. Your pussy was calling out his name, craving to be touched, by him and him only. 

Jun-ho did not hesitate to drop to his knees, hot breath fanning over the flesh, as he leisurely tugged your panties down, letting them fall once they were loose around your knees. His fingers then travelled to your sides, clutching the waistband of your skirt, and using the elastic to push it up until it's levelled with your waist. 

Goosebumps broke out across your body when his thumb found your slick folds, gliding it from your entrance to your clit, with the purpose of spreading your juices around. 

You were so wet, he could easily slide a finger inside, and that thought alone had no reason making him this hard, underwear wet with a patch of pre-cum.  

"You need to be taught a lesson." He mouthed, lips mere inches away from your cunt. "So desperate and needy for me." 

"Mhmm." You hummed out, eyes falling shut when he planted an open-mouthed kiss to the back of your thigh. "'That feel good."

"Yeah?" He hushed out, littering wet, sloppy kisses to your thighs, trailing a path up to the inner part connecting to your folds. His thumb relaxed over your sensitive nub, leaving you no time to process the gesture before positioning his mouth to your folds. 

Your body jerked with pleasure, hands grasping into nothing as they sat in place beneath the fabric of your skirt, the sensation of his tongue causing you to crumble, as he searched through your folds like a man starved. 

"Fuck!" You whined, arching your back to chase after the fraction of his tongue swirling down from your entrance, to your clit. 

"There you are, that's my good girl." He muffled against your soaked cunt, sucking and nibbling on your sensitive nub, too drunk on your pussy juices to comprehend his surroundings, nor the fact that you were still in public. "Such a pretty pussy, only for me to fuck and worship."

A thrill of excitement rushed through your insides, the idea of getting caught increasing your arousal. Jun-ho was no good guy, but he wasn't a bad person either. He did his utmost to follow the rules; however, he was willing to risk it all, lose his job just to have you trembling underneath him while he fucks your needy hole with his tongue. 

Jun-ho's tongue swirled through your folds, now mixed with your arousal and his spit. He leisurely began increasing the pace, slowly but surely, till it was no longer bearable, with your own climax building up. 

He licked a stripe of your entrance, tongue moving up and down, till his mouth landed on your clit. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to your nub, making you yelp everytime his teeth would graze over the sensitive flesh. The latter took your fuzzy state for granted, flicking his tongue against your clit, overstimulating you whole, and spiraling a rush of adrenaline through your veins. 

"Jun-ho!" You mewled out, blinking through hooded eyes. You were sure bruises formed around your wrists by now, the repetitive contact of skin creating an uncomfortable, yet pleasurable sensation. "I'm so– I'm so cl–"

Your statement was soon interrupted when Jun-ho suddenly halted, stepping back to steal a glance at your achy cunt, now coated with his spit, as some of it trickles down your legs with a purpose. 

"Don't." He warned, giving your ass a squeeze, using the force of the gesture to tumble himself up. "Don't you dare fuckin' come, you hear me? I'm not done with you." 

"Well then hurry up." You coaxed through a breath, chest pressing against the hood of the car, making you feel dirty. "What are you waiting for?"

"Relax, doll, don't you want me to take care of you?" Jun-ho questioned, tone teasing, full with cockiness. "Wanna feel your desperate pussy clenching around me, y'know how long I'been waiting for that?"

Jun-ho wasted no time, unbuckling his belt, and messily undoing the buttons to his pants. He barely managed to tug the material down, striving to get it off with one of his hands, all while still squeezing and kneading the fatty flesh of your ass. 

"So fuckin' pretty n' perfect, hell, I can't believe I finally have you to myself." He grunted as your ass perked up, chasing after the fraction of his fingers. "Mhm, such a bratty little slut, using me to get off, huh? You know we can't be doing this." 

"No one will know," you hushed out, teeth digging through your bottom lip. "Jus' please– do something."

That was the only assurance he needed. Jun-ho pulled down his underwear, freeing his throbbing cock from the tight material. He was rock-hard, it was starting to hurt, tip glistening with pre-cum that kept leaking out. 

He lined his dick with your entrance, the sensation earning an audible gasp out of you, though he only inserted the tip inside, going in leisurely. He stroked his cock up and down, your hole, until it was coated with a glossy, wet layer. 

"Fuck," he hissed, lips parting with a shuddered exhale, watching as your cunt clenched around nothing, practically begging to have him inside you. The sight consumed his brain, eating at him alive. He bunched his shirt in a fist, positioning one of his hands on your hip, the gesture a mere act of closure. "Such a needy slut, begging to be fucked." 

He gave you no time to process the statement, thrusting his cock inside in one go. It caught you off gaurd, yelping as he filled your insides, slowly pumping in and out your hole, just until you got used to how big he was. 

"So big..." you trailed off, spit salivating in your mouth. "Feel' s' good." 

"Yeah?" He spoke through an exhale, heat radiating off his entire figure. He continues pounding into you, spreading your cheeks out to get a better view of your pussy as it squelches around him. "You like that? Wanna be a good girl for me?"

"Mhm." You desperately nodded, letting your eyes force shut. "Please, please, please, Jun-ho pleaseeeee." 

"Keep moaning my name, baby." He muttered through gritted teeth, reaching for your waist from beneath your shirt. "Show me who you belong to." 

Both of you were too far gone to care about anything other than his cock as he buries himself inside you. His thrusts increased in pace, and you could not have felt any better, he was so good at what he does, you almost felt jealous of all the other girls he's done this with. 

Jun-ho's arms sneaked their way around your waist, applying enough pressure to pull you up, until your back pressed to his firm chest. The gesture gave the latter more access to your entrance, now able to insert himself deeper, thought it felt impossible. 

His hands kept busy throughout the entire time, fingers landing on your cleavage, before he tucked down the collar of your shirt, to reveal your chest, freeing out your tits to the chilly air. He rolled and pinched at your nipples, kneading it afterwards to soothe away any pain.

Jun-ho's cock pulsed in and out of you, loud breaths filling the air, the atmosphere heavy with desire. He knew exactly what to do, how to please you, how to make you forget the guilt washing over your chest. You couldn't believe it; your dirty fantasies finally coming true, though it didn't feel real whatsoever. 

"Such a whore, offering yourself to me in public?" He stifled out a snort, fisting your hair in between his large digits. "Want me to fuck you here so everyone could see how desperate you are? Hmm, I guess you're not such a good girl after all." 

Your climax approached within every passing second, his hard cock pounding into you doing things to you. It was out of this world, no words could describe the rush of pleasure you were experiencing in the moment. 

"You' close?" He asked, noticing how shaky your legs got under him. "Come for me, sweet girl." 

The following few seconds fixed on you, not long before you came undone, announcing your own orgasm once your legs trembled with pleasure, overstimulated by the fraction of his cock deep and raw inside you. 

"Mhm, there she is." He grunted in your ear, walking you through your high, and his own arousal. "Wanna finish inside you, and make a mess out of your tight pretty hole." 

"Please." You obliged, throwing your head back, with one of your hands landing over his; where it laid flat on your chest. 

His thrusts grew wet and sloppy, coming inside you once his cock kisses your cervix, painting your walls white with his cum. The warmness of his sperm filled up your hole, earning a ragged breath out of the latter, finishing with a hefty groan. 

He took a pause, a smile tugging at his lips when his gaze shifted to you. You scoffed at the cocky grin smothered all over his face, suddenly growing flustered, as heat flushed your face. 

"Why are you staring?" You asked, tiredly fluttering your eyes shut. 

"No reason," he dismissed, caressing the skin around your waist. "You jus' look pretty." 

"Shut up." You attempted to shove him off, action falling short when your attention trailed to your cuffed wrists. "Can you get these off of me?" 

"Hmm," he trailed off, bending down to level his face with yours. He planted a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, whispering out his next words. 

"Only if you say please." 

It felt like a dream; a fever dream. And if this did truly happen, no one were to find out, especially your brother, that's for sure. 

[piastappies]

𝜗𝜚 𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝜗𝜚

⋆ pairing. oscar piastri x verstappen!reader

⋆ summary. falling in love has never been on your radar, but when the cute, quiet guy finds his place in your heart, you try to cherish the rare, yet beautifully domestic moments. that is, until you hit the four years together mark and realise that your family probably doesn’t know.

GROWING UP YOU WERE CONVINCED BY THE circumstances that being loved must be earned. you had never put any thought into that — it was just the things were, at least that’s how you were brought up. if you did something your parents didn’t like, you were given a cold shoulder and — from time to time — a silent treatment. as a teenager, you came up with a… pretty saddening conclusion that love wasn’t worth it in the end, so you simply avoided any kind of romantic relationships.

to be completely honest, it wasn’t a hard task. all you ever wanted since you entered the awkward phase of your life, when you could make your own decisions, one of which was leaving your household as soon as it was only possible.

you had departed from your home around the age of fourteen, after lots of begging to let you study abroad had taken place. you were the youngest out of the three. your brother was already in formula one, when you were wearing a plaid skirt, a merlot blazer with the school’s logo, a matching necktie and a few more things that made max and victoria call you a posh, british girl. you didn’t mind it, you were glad to be out of the house, slightly distancing yourself from your family overtime.

the day you met oscar took place on the day of your eighteenth birthday. you and some friends had gone out to celebrate not only your birthday, but also your acceptance to the king’s college in london, giving you an opportunity to pursue your dreams of becoming a doctor. you were yet to tell your family about it, having lied to them about the date, wanting to have this moment to yourself.

you went out to a few bars before ending up in a club as the girls secretly wanted you to find a guy to go home with, since the last year and a half you had been constantly overworking yourself to get into your dream university, (“you got the school in the bag, now get some lad to relieve the pressure”).

oscar had been racing in formula renault at the time, but ever since you left the netherlands, racing hadn’t been on your mind for a long time — it probably should, considering your big brother was two points behind kimi räikkönen last season, however you had a feeling as if racing was the reason you were so disconnected from your family. your dad was racing in formula one, your mom was karting, your brother has been racing in formula one as well, and your sister shared the interest, while the love for partaking in the sport never appeared in your heart.

your chest was slightly pressed against the countertop, smiling at the bartender with a drunken look in your eyes, while he was preparing your umpteenth jägerbomb. jesus christ, you really needed that break. the alcohol running through your veins was really hitting you already as your body couldn’t stay still even for a second — your hips swaying to the beat. that was until you looked around the place and your eyes landed on a boy your age. he was wearing a white, printless t-shirt that clung to his body, turning your quick look-around into a staring situation.

if sober, your thoughts would stay where they should — in your mind, however… you were far from being sober. the proper social etiquette you were taught over the years at your boarding school were long forgotten as you shamelessly ogled the boy. he was simply gorgeous, breathtaking some would say.

“gals, i think i just saw an angel sent from heaven just for me.” you announced, your tone causing your friends to chuckle in amusement. you sound like a person who thought they just invented a cure for cancer. “i need to throw myself at him.”

“oh my god.” aliyah, your roommate from school, laughed, throwing her head back. it was hilariously unexpected to hear you say a thing like that — the girls have heard you talk about the boys you had hooked up with before, even intoxicated, but never this. you had never been so… so not-you. “this-this is the funniest thing, like, ever.”

“which one?” inaya scrunched her brows as she looked around, searching for a guy who could fit her imagination of a guy you would call an angel. she groaned in disappointment, once you discreetly pointed in oscar’s direction. “a white guy? seriously, yn?”

“i can’t help it.” you muttered, your shoulders slumping as the alcohol intensified every single emotion you have felt during the night. “i wish he would have my baby. or like a thousand of them.” your sighed, dropping your hand to your stomach, while one of the girls bursted out laughing at the absurdity of your words.

inaya could easily recall the day before your acceptance letter came in and your speech to the group chat about romantic attraction, relationships, kids, and commitment, concluded with confidence (“i’m gonna be that one, successful aunt that hates kids, but not that one niece.”).

“they would look cute together, though.” priya giggled, stealing glances at your boy, as if she wanted to hit on him, too. then, the thought of priya with your boy disappeared from your mind at the image of your best friend and her long-time boyfriend. right, she and james had been together for the longest time. “you should shoot your–” the universe was not having the girl speak, because a guy, seemingly confident, approached your table.

“hey, i hope you’re having a good evening.” he started in a nice tone, the girl beside you — the last of the four, ciara, seemed to melt against your shoulder, looking at the boy with heart eyes. ��sorry to bother you, girls. my friend, that one over there, thinks you’re really gorgeous and would love to get your number, but he’s a bit shy.” he joked, having pointed to oscar, turning the second part of his monologue to you.

before any of you could’ve responded to him, a guy — the same one you called an angel — walked up to the six of you, groaning when he realised that his friend already had done what he threatened to do. “jesus, arthur.” the blonde ran a hand over his face, groaning in exasperation.

“i’m so sorry for him.” he let out a small sigh. “i told him not to bother you, but he’s like a toddler.” he tried to explain, earning a few quiet chuckles from all of you.

“ah, there’s nothing to be sorry for.” priya grinned. “you two look like you haven’t had a drop of alcohol yet, maybe wanna join us?”

oscar wanted to refuse, out of courtesy — he didn’t really care about the embarrassment brought upon him by the monegasque, although the look on your face was making his heartbeat quicken. he’d never felt like this before, it was crazy. he just saw you for the first time and his mind was filled to the brim with small ideas to impress you that were supposed to be shoved away as he opened his mouth to politely refuse the invitation. arthur, however, had different plans and sat next to the ginger haired girl, who quickly engulfed him in a conversation.

looking at him so up close was almost a life-altering experience. for the first fifteen minutes you had to remind yourself to breathe, so enamoured with the boy sitting next to you. after that period, you got even more entranced with oscar. once he started his small conversation with you, you couldn’t help but hang onto every single word that left his lips.

you’ve never felt like this before, so interested in what a boy had to say to you. you forgot about the detail that, if it wasn’t a joke, oscar thought you were gorgeous and loved to have your number. the conversation with him was easy, you didn’t have to do anything special to prolong it, neither did he. by the time the watch on your phone was showing three in the morning, james had already picked priya, inaya and aliyah up, leaving you and ciara with the two boys. you went out to a club to have fun, drink, and dance a bit, but it all was thrown into oblivion once piastri started a conversation with you.

YOU COULD EASILY RECALL THE MOMENT YOU realised that life without oscar wasn’t what you’d ever want. it happened after a few weeks of constant texting, late-night calls and a bit less meetings at his/your place. at the tiniest thought of falling in love with him, your stomach started to hurt, because love wasn’t something you believed to have a happy ring to. your parents were divorced and they took it out on you and your siblings, sophie, your mom, wasn’t as bad as your dad, though.

oscar knew about your stance towards love, but took it upon himself to change it — and he suprisingly did. there wasn’t a thing oscar could do wrong to make you disappointed. despite the hectic schedule he had, you always spent at least ten minutes on the phone to just check in, which was the best part of your day most of the time.

medicine at king’s was killing you every day to the point, where once oscar was able to visit you, he had always made you something to eat, drew a bath for the two of you and took a nap with you. he never complained. for as long as he remembered, most of his days were fast paced — there were little to no slower moments in his life, so despite your insecurities that he must’ve hated you for being too exhausted to spend time with him, he liked just feeling your presence next to him.

your friends, despite the constant teasing, couldn’t be happier for you. you often denied yourself stuff that you probably should experience in life, as a result of growing up in a household where love was conditional. they knew that, it wasn’t a rare sight to see you crumble under pressure, before inevitably breaking down in front of them, so seeing you blossoming like that was not only refreshing, but also relieving.

you were starting your fourth year at the university, while oscar was in the middle of his first season of formula one. before the australian, you weren’t a fan, yet you couldn’t help but bawl your eyes out in pride and happiness, when oscar called you to tell you that he had signed with mclaren.

you had already known about the signing, when oscar came to your shared apartment later, so despite an upcoming test, you spent most of your free afternoon baking him a small cake to show him that his dreams are as important to you as they are to him. you definitely weren’t a great baker, but you tried your best and made a small, lemon flavoured cake with a light, orange-ish congratulations, formula one driver on top.

“baby, i’m home.” your boyfriend called out, entering the apartment as he was taking off his shoes, placing them on a shoe stand. you smiled to yourself at the sound of his voice, head turning to look at him. his hair disheveled, a stubble on his chin, and a slight hint of tiredness in his eyes that seemed to disappear once his gaze fell onto you.

“hey.” you replied as oscar approached you, sneaking his arm around your waist and placing a soft kiss on your lips. “i made you something.” you whispered, tilting your chin to have a better view of his face.

“yeah?” he asked, intrigued. “what did you make?”

“i baked a cake.” you nodded, almost as if it was something you did every other day. “because my boyfriend is officially a formula one driver. i’m super proud of you, you know? and it’s mclaren, too!” you added, a beam creeping up on your lips, your hands cupping his cheeks as you pressed lots and lots of light kisses against his entire face.

a chuckle rumbled in his throat at your silly display of affection, pulling you closer with ease. “i still can’t believe it.” he smiled in between the smooches. “i couldn’t have done it without you.” his voice dropped to a whisper laced with sincerity.

“ah, this is simply bullshit.” you responded, scrunching your nose. “you’re a great driver, baby. you would’ve done it anyway.” you matched the quietness of his tone, bringing your hand to run your fingers through his messy blond hair. “everyone knows that, especially zak and andreas.”

“you did help, though.” he muttered, relishing the feeling of your fingers in his hair. “you keep me sane.” his words earned him a quiet giggle from you. you tilted your head to the side, shaking it lightly, pulling him into a kiss.

it started off slowly and gently, now both of oscar’s arms wrapped around your waist, caging you into his loving embrace. before you knew it, his hands were squeezing your sides, sitting you on the kitchen counter, his body pressing against yours as your lips moved in sync. the pent up stress, pressure and exhaustion slowly dissolving, oscar’s stiff shoulders loosening as your fingers tugged on a strand of his hair.

his tongue has moved past your lips, when you heard a sound, making the two of you pull away from each other in reluctance. oscar’s mom often texted him, when you were either making out on the couch or having sex, almost as if she had a hunch about what the two of you were doing. as a result, you came up with a system that whose phone would go off and interrupt you, the person would have to do something in return for the other one. despite the annoyance of being interrupted, you beamed, knowing that it couldn’t be your phone. that was, until you noticed the smirk creeping up on your boyfriend’s face.

“not mine.”

a loud groan rumbled in your throat, unhappy with the result as oscar passed you your phone from the table. you let out a dutch curse word under your breath, noticing the contact’s name on the notification.

max.

you haven’t spoken to your brother since the end of that year’s season, when you called to congratulate him on his second title. making so much distance between you and your family ever since you were fourteen and in a boarding school was hunting you now. no one from your family knew about your relationship with oscar, despite being together since mid-july 2019. you didn’t want to change it, not because you were ashamed of oscar — that, you could never be — but because you were afraid it would ruin everything between the two of you, and deep down inside you, you knew that your heart would shatter into pieces if that ever happened.

oscar understood where you were coming from, he knew how much of an outcast you considered yourself to be as a kid, and how much work you put into getting away from the town you grew up in. he didn’t mind that he didn’t officially met your blood family, he knew that the friends you went to school with were closer to you and at that time of your life mattered more, so he couldn’t complain, knowing that this family accepted and liked him. your mood significantly dropped, oscar’s hand gently squeezing your thigh for some reassurance, nodding silently, a way of saying that you should call your brother back.

some people would say that your boyfriend was the reason behind the poor connection between you and your siblings, but he was actually the one, who often — subconsciously — made you reply to their texts and calls more, or even calling them yourselves to just check in as you often sent gifts to your two nephews and penelope. although you thought that it was too late to repair the relationship with max and victoria, oscar always told you that it’s nonsense (and he was, indeed, right).

“hey, sorry, i was studying. a cardiology exam coming up soon.” you explained as your brother picked up the call, your voice slightly sheepish as you avoided your boyfriend’s look.

“in december?” max asked. “i was calling to ask if you’re coming back for christmas?”

you sighed softly at the question, knowing that your reaction would probably upset your brother, which you didn’t want to happen.

“uh.” you started. “i–i’m not sure, yet.” an incoherent mumble came from the other side of the line, as you started to pick on the skin of your bottom lip. “i think i am, but not for too long. i have an early flight on the twenty seventh.”

you could see the smile rising on oscar’s lips upon your answer, you were conflicted whether or not you should go back. you missed your brother, sister and mom, but coming home always resulted in your sour mood and not-too-great memories from each year as you always ended up fighting with your dad over something insignificant that made you come back to london sooner than planned. this time, you were supposed to lay down the boundaries and try to have a good time, before flying to melbourne to spend some time with the piastris.

“it would mean a lot to all of us to see you.” max replied in a gentle tone, not wanting to accidentally guilt trip you into coming. “we miss spending time with you, yn.”

“i know, i’m sorry.” your voice broke, sadness washing over your body as you ran a hand down your face to stop yourself from getting too upset. it’s your boyfriend’s big day, you shouldn’t be crying over your familial situation, when it was such a happy day for him.

“i miss you all too.” you whispered, piastri’s hand gently moved up and down your thigh in a soothing mood, helping you calm down a bit. despite not understanding a thing you said since the conversation was held in dutch, he could tell that you were getting upset and it worried him. “i’m gonna be there, okay?”

DESPITE YOUR MOM’S QUESTION UPON YOUR relationship status during last year’s christmas, you didn’t drop a clue whether or not you were dating someone. you felt secure in your relationship with oscar, you didn’t want to jinx it. you started therapy just a few months earlier, but the anxiety to get past this awful feeling of revealing your boyfriend to your family was too much to do yet. you definitely wouldn’t do it without him by his side, and not when your father was around.

throughout the months of 2023, your relations with your mom, max, and victoria had improved significantly, which you were grateful for. by may, victoria’s oldest son, luka, considered you to be his favorite auntie and you really, really liked that feeling.

oscar noticed that you started to come out of your protective shell and he couldn’t be prouder of you. it was around summer break, when you decided that this year, you’d break it down to your family, no more avoiding the conversation you dreaded, but before — you would spend the summer break with your boyfriend in melbourne.

oscar, as usually on his days off, was still fast asleep, when you tried to get out of his grip in the morning. his arm had almost caged you to his side, but somehow — after fifteen minutes of trying to come up with an idea to get away without waking him up, you succeeded.

nicole was already seated at the couch with two steaming cups of coffee in front of her, almost as if she was waiting for you, which you knew she was. it was slowly becoming a little tradition you had with your boyfriend’s mom, you two would sit on the couch in their living room, casually chatting about something, while a movie played on the television in the background to your chatter.

“oscar’s still asleep, love?” she asked in a soft, yet chirpy tone as she noticed you walking down the stairs. your hair was still a bit messy, but nevertheless you looked gorgeous.

“yeah.” a chuckle escaped your lips as you took a seat next to her, taking the mug into your hands. “we stayed up watching a movie last night, apparently i had missed out on the magnificence of david fincher’s filmography.” nicole giggled, shaking her head.

“ah, yes. we’ve been through that, too.” she smiled, taking a sip of her coffee. “so, i’ve heard from hattie that you’re planning on going to suzuka with oscar. that’s, hm… how did she call it? a hard launch, right?” you smiled softly, nodding your head at her question.

throughout your entire relationship with the oldest piastri’s kid, you have been to few races, most of them being his formula renault and three ones, when the schedule didn’t overlap with any of your exams. during his first season in formula one, you were only at silverstone, but as a guest of max, making your first appearance in paddock since you were a baby. this time, you’d be there not as max verstappen’s younger sister, dressed in a red-bull jacket with your brother’s number on the back, but as oscar piastri’s girlfriend.

“that’s true, i’m really excited.” nicole’s warm smile upon hearing your response made you feel even more sure that you were making a good decision. “it’s gonna be my last year at king’s, and i really hope i’ll be able to come to more races to support him. i don’t want oscar to feel like i don’t care about his dreams or achievements.”

“i’m sure he doesn’t feel like that, love.” she reassured, reaching out to squeeze your hand with a slight nod. “you still haven’t told your family, have you?” nicole asked, her head tilted to the side in curiosity and empathy.

she was aware of your bumpy relationship with your family, so it wasn’t a surprise she’d asked that. you feared that oscar’s relatives would think you didn’t take him seriously, and even if they did, they never showed it.

“i want to.” you spoke quietly, having taken a sip of the drink in your hands. “it’s been going on for too long and i’m fully aware of that. i can’t see myself without your son, he’s… he’s probably the, uh, the best thing that ever happened to me.” the genuineness of your words was painfully evident. “i just want them to see that, i wouldn’t be the person i am without him. i’m also just… a bit scared of their reaction. i don’t want to hurt them.”

“i’m gonna be frank with you, love. i think they will be slightly hurt that you haven’t told them about oscar earlier.” nicole started, giving you a look full of compassion. “but you did say that they weren’t insisting on staying in touch with you as much as they do now, your relationship hasn’t been as good as it is right now, so after the initial shock, i think they’re gonna understand why you haven’t told them earlier.”

“thank you for saying that, nicole.” you replied softly, smiling at her with gratitude. “it gives me a bit of hope that things won’t go so bad.”

oscar got down an hour or so later, looking like he had just woken up, what was probably the truth. you’ve had a hunch that he would’ve woken soon, so you started preparing something for him to eat before he had to head out for his usual jog (which he skipped yesterday). his arms sneaked around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest, while nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

you giggled at the sensation of his light stubble against your skin, when he pressed a few lazy kisses along your neck. “g’morning, baby.” he muttered, his voice still having that rought, just-woken-up ring to it. his slightly cold hands moved beneath your shirt, gently caressing your stomach, causing you to shiver at the contact. “what d’you gossip about with mom today?” he asked, continuing with his antics.

“ah, just stuff, love.” you replied, nicole’s petnames rubbing off on you. “edie with a friend will stay at ours before the summer break ends.” you mentioned his younger sister’s plan to come see london and all you got in a response was a soft hum.

“cool, cool.” oscar mumbled a few seconds later, teeth grazing the sensitive spot on your neck, making you bit back a moan. the corners of his mouth turned into a smirk at your reaction.

“ah, fuck off, lad.” a giggle escaped your lips as you turned to face him, having finished preparing some scrambled eggs for the two of you. “go eat, i promised max i’d call him.” after oscar stole a sweet and slow kiss from you, he sat down at the table, shamelessly watching you as you called your brother.

he knew that the situation was better, but he wanted to notice the tiny changes in your expression to comfort you within seconds. he probably wouldn’t understand too much of what you’d say, but before the season started, he’s began thinking about putting a ring on your finger one day, and proposing in dutch sounded like a good idea, so… he started learning on his own, just to be able to surprise you, but also show your family that he cared about the possible language barrier.

“hey, penelope.” you smiled as the four years old girl greeted you after picking up max’s phone. “could you please give me max?” from what you’ve known, max and kelly went to see her family in brazil, so hearing that p wasn’t asleep, wasn’t a surprise.

you could’ve heared ruffling on the other side of the call, before your brother’s voice rang in your ears. “sorry, i was outside.” he apologised. “p said you wanted to talk, everything alright?”

“yeah, everything’s alright.” you smiled at the hint of concern in his voice. “just wanted to ask when you’re flying back to monaco.” you asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

“ah, around next week, i think. not sure though, why?”

“just… uh,” you looked over at oscar and smiled to yourself. “i just wanted you to meet someone. think you could make a quick stop in london before monaco?”

you could’ve heard max stiffle a small gasp and it made you want to laugh. they thought you’d never find someone, didn’t they? after looking at your nails, you turned your gaze to oscar, whose eyes were still watching you carefully. it was so endearing to see your boyfriend like that, so protective over you. you knew you made a good choice of not pushing him away, oscar must be your soulmate, there’s no other way. you sent him a small wink as you awaited max’s reply.

“someone?” he repeated the word. “as in friend? a boyfriend? god, i never thought i’d live to that day. he’s not fifty or something, right?” this time, you couldn’t hold back the laugh. piastri smiled at the reaction, actually relieved that you weren’t getting upset. he’s never seen you talk to jos, but he knew if that happened on his watch, the entire evening, day or week would be spend on comforting the shit out of you.

“what? no, jesus, you’re quite ridiculous.” you shook your head, a smile still present on your lips. “he’s my age, you idiot.” you rolled your eyes playfully, despite max couldn’t see you.

“but he’s good for you?” max asked for reassurance that you weren’t getting into a relationship, which would end up hurting you more than anything else. “he doesn’t hurt you, or anything? and you’re sure he’s your age? that doesn’t go well with your daddy issues.”

“i’m gonna pretend like i didn’t hear that last bit.” you joked, sitting down at the table next to oscar, taking his hand in his, intertwining your fingers together. “he’s super good for me. wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

the reasoning behind telling max before the summer break would end was simple, you didn’t want the information to mess with his performance, but also so he wouldn’t try and run your boyfriend off the track, or crash into him in a rush of emotions.

“alright, tell him to better treat my sister right or i’ll run him over with my car.”

OSCAR WAS TRYING TO CALM YOU DOWN AS YOU paced around your shared apartment, a few days after the conversation you had with your brother. your brother, who was on his way from the heathrow airport to your home.

“baby, it’s gon’ be alright.” he whispered, leaning close to your ear as he cupped your face in his hands, having brushing his nose against yours a few times affectionately. “max won’t sacrifice his relationship with you, solely because you haven’t told him about us. he’s gonna have to understand, alright? don’t stress out.” his thumb moved against the skin of your cheeks, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“you think so?” you asked, meeting his gaze as a small pout appeared on your lips.

“i know so, baby.” he soothed, trying to put your mind at ease, remembering how much hassle the situation had put on your shoulders, having heard you empty your stomach in the morning, when your phone went off once max had texted you that they have just arrived in london.

fourty minutes later, oscar was calling the security guard to let max, kelly, and penelope inside the building. the australian went back to the living room as you had planned beforehand, when you agreed on inviting them to your apartment.

“auntie yn!” penelope smiled, throwing herself at you. you swiftly picked her up, masking the shakiness of your hands. “maxie said you have a boyfrieeeend.” she singsonged with a beam on her face. you could swear to god that in that moment you’d heard the faint sound of oscar’s laughter.

“max.” you gave your brother a look, while he just shrugged unbashedly. “what? it’s true isn’t it? where is that brit of yours?”

“he’s not british.” this time, max gave you a look that said he was confused, while you just shrugged, waving your hand at the three of them, before leading them to the living room. penelope noticed oscar first and murmured to you that he looked really pretty, a warm sensation spreading in your stomach, when the pretty boy smiled at you. the oldest verstappen might get angry or feel hurt, but at the end of the day, no one could do anything to break the two of you apart. you’d chain yourself to the aussie if it was necessary.

“wha— oscar?” max’s mouth fell agape as he took in the sight of your boyfriend, who gave him a tiny, sheepish smile. “hold on a second, what?” he repeated, puting a strong emphasis on the last word.

you weren’t sure if it was inappropriate for you to scoot a bit closer to your boyfriend, leaning against his side as your older brother tried to stomach the fact that the reason behind your often trips to australia was his on-track rival.

“but you were with kelly at the silverstone, not leaving her side at all?” his confusion was messing with your anxiety and you had to do your best to stiffle the laugh bubbling up in your throat.

“yeah, um… we didn’t met at silverstone.” it was oscar’s time to speak up as the bits of contact between you made him more relaxed. “we… have been already dating back then.” piastri explained calmly, his arm going around your shoulders to bring you even closer.

“so that’s why you cried!” kelly smiled at you as your cheeks flushed bright red.

silverstone was oscar’s best finish in formula one so far and seeing him end up almost on podium had melted your heart as you broke down in the red-bull garage. when kelly asked you what made you so emotional, you slipped a small lie, saying that it was because max earned another grand slam.

“you cried?” oscar asked quietly, his heart swelled with love.

“she had a full on mental breakdown.” piquet joked, your cheeks had turned its color from bright red to crimson. it was nothing to be embarrassed about, you loved your boyfriend with all your heart, you couldn’t help but be proud of him for almost every day since you got together. although, he wasn’t supposed to know about your little breakdown.

“i didn’t know about that.” oscar teased you a little, gently pinching your side.

“wait, because i still don’t understand. you were already dating at silverstone, when did you-did you start, then?” the red bull, who — rightfully — couldn’t wrap his head around the possibility that what you were doing right now, wasn’t a silly prank or tiktok of some sort, and you and oscar were actually together.

you opened your mouth to tell him the range of your anniversary, when oscar, like he was aked about it every other day, responded with; “eleventh of july, 2019.”

“fucking four years?” max asked, his eyes widening at the revelation. “four years and you didn’t tell?”

“i was scared that telling one of you would lead to telling dad, and i didn’t want him to say something that would ruin what we have.” your voice dropped insignificantly, oscar’s arm around your body tightening in compassion. “he’s been my rock, i didn’t want to risk losing oscar.”

your brother’s face softened upon hearing the explanation and just smiled. “i’m not taking what i said back. you better treat her right, or i’ll run you over with my car — on or off track.”

��.ᐟ꩜ yourname . . . at melbourne! dec 28th, 2026

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yourname met this muppet in a bar after years of not believing in love (definitely not at the first sight), overworking myself and worrying all my friends that if i get into my dream university, i’ll have no energy to push forward. took me one glimpse of him (and a jägerbomb) to realise that i need to walk up and talk to him. big thanks to arthur_leclerc for walking up to us and trying to embarrass him.

no one could ever make me as happy as you. not enough words, papers and ink to describe even the quarter of love i have for you, two times world champion. seven years and more to come. thank you for showing me that love can be unconditional and that with you next to me, everything is possible.

(ps. a small sneak peak of one significant bean with us to come through life together xx)

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oscarpiastri happiest seven years of my life. nothing compares to the feeling when i’m with you xx

yourname stop cutting the onions (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

inaya66 couldn’t be happier for the two of you ☹️

ciarrrra thats a lot coming from u considering u didnt like oscar

aliyahbilal i wanna be you when i grow up

arthur_leclerc safe to say i’m gonna be the best man?? 😝

oscarpiastri don’t push it

arthur_leclerc i made you two possible

ciarrrra baby… she was on her way to him when u walked up to us…

oscarpiastri so WE kind of made u 2 possible :p

maxverstappen1 stop posting sappy stuff, and get here already bean misses her favorite uncle xx

landonorris yeah n you’re not the one

charles_leclerc boys… i have a dog u really think u stand a chance

yourname that’s really sweet that u think u ever stood a chance with alex, jack, and james…

maxverstappen1 over her own blood??

yourname stop shaming my daughter for her choices old guy

sebastianvettel lots of love and happiness to your little family

ciarrrra sign me up for babysitter duty pleaseeee i miss my beanie ☹️

aliyahbilal nooo me me me need to catch up on those nursery gossips with my bestie!!!

victoriaverstappen can’t wait to see you guys 🫶🫶 hailey misses her bestie

mclaren we are always told things last ☹️☹️☹️

yourname you know it’s not true admin why do you lie 🙁🙁

hattiepiastri best soon to be sil 🥳🥳🥳

yourname whats with you piastris and making me cry today!!!

nicolepiastri love you both lots xx

jackdoohan i’m the favorite?? need to come over with gifts asap🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

fin.

author’s notes! super hyped to post this fic 🥹 it’s honestly my baby that i’ve been working on and thinking about it 24/7 (even when i was supposed to be studying LMAO) huge shoutout to my whatsapp girlies esp catalina and sonny!!!! this is kinda not proofread so if u saw any mistakes (which definitely were there) pretend like u didnt 😝😝 part two with domestic dad!oscar and uncle!grid?? lemme know whatchu think <3 requests r open btw!!

[telephoniii]

hello!! idk if you accept requests, but i randomly thought of octavinelle trio with a reader who's also from the sea like them and on land they're a total sweetheart, upbeat and doesn't give off the vibe of scariness at all, but the trio know that they're actually pretty scary! Cuz back in the sea they were an orca or something (like. sweet but theyre actually scary is my vision) if the octotrio is too much then is just floyd ok?? Sorry for yapping too much AHHH ur work is so great ty for writing so much 🙏🙏

THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE

☆彡 in which you’re scarier than you seem

word counter: 180 per character

octavinelle boys x gn!reader

warnings: possible ooc, light bullying? (jade & floyd)

a/n: i love these boys, but they’re all pricks. lovable pricks. on another note, i think i’m going to officially open requests. i have a few that i’m working on and i’ve been having a lot of fun with them. they’re also nice for when it gets busy and I don’t have a lot of time to brainstorm ideas to write myself. anyway, i hope you enjoy :>

floyd leech

He thinks you are the CUTEST thing in existence. You're so fun! So squeezable! Floyd thinks that your switch in personality from land to sea only adds to how adorable you are. He is fully aware of your scary side, yet it only motivates him to tease and mock you more. On land, he'll try to sneak up behind you in the hallways. If you don't catch this man? He's picking you up, squeezing you, and twirling you around. Azul has told him to stop several times. Jade just wants to see you snap at Floyd, so he never interferes. If you do catch and stop him? He's pouting for the rest of the day while plotting his revenge. Everyone's going to assume Floyd's just picking on the helpless classmate who's too nice to do anything back. But he knows it's a facade. Which is exactly why he goes harder on you than anyone else. Riddle is PRAYING for you.

jade leech

You and him are similar in a way. Except he hides his true nature less well. Jade is quick to catch on and finds it extremely amusing. He wants to see how far this act of yours will hold up, meaning he's purposely putting you in situations that'd aggravate you. All while he wears an innocent smile. He takes up the role of a devil on your shoulder in a way. Jade is constantly trying to tempt you into revealing more and more of your scary side in front of others. Calling him out on this won't do you much good either since he's playing a similar game to you. He'll just give you that dashing smile of his and claim he has no idea what you're referring to. If you get caught up in trouble with other students, run out of your land potion way too quickly, get involved in an argument, etc, more often than not you'll find Jade somewhere nearby smiling at you. And something about that grin tells you he defiantly pulled some strings to make your life just a little bit harder.

azul ashengrotto

He's the only one out of the three who's slightly intimidated by you. But even then, it's less fear and more intrigue. Azul wants to pick your brain. Do you switch from sweet to scary on purpose? If so, why? What're you trying to gain from doing so? He'll do little things to let you know that he's well aware of your true nature. It won't be anything drastic like Jade, just little, snide comments here and there with a smug look. Azul has offered you so many job opportunities at the Monstro Lounge. A personality like yours is way too good for business. He actually holds you to a pretty high regard and isn't afraid to tell you that, calling you his 'star pupil' when you work for him. Azul tries to be close to you a lot. Is he plotting to make a deal with you? Most likely. He's trying to get your guard down so you're more likely to agree to whatever he wants to do with you. Your unique personality could be a great Joker card if he ever needs it.

[bamsara]

Very personal vent, will nuke it after a nap I think

2024 was arguably one of the worst years of my life outside of having my heart and brain issues from 2020. I left an abusive situation, still recovering from it, left a *second* toxic friendship that resulted in my physical location being compromised, and right as I think 2025 will be better, one of them comes uninvited into my house *again*, and my step father gets diagnosed with heart failure, with the same exact issues that killed my birth dad. We had to buy a wearable difibulator since it can go out any moment

All that and we are in a hell recession

I am constantly afraid, both in online and in real life spaces. I dont think I have social anxiety in a normal sense, I think im really good at talking to people, but I'm never fast at it and I'm never natural at it.

I constantly worry about taking up too much space and that people I've never met online fucking hate me because I exist in the same sphere as them, that there are preconceived ideas of who or what I am as a person because I'm not seen as a person in the online space but just as a creator, and online: creators are not considered people. I wish some of my stuff never got popular, even SL, not that I don't like talking about what I'm passionate about, but I'm constantly afraid of crossing that line of 'random artist' into being seen as 'self absorbed big shot' because I posted too many au dumps or got too rambley. And if I talk about this, I fear any reassurance I get will because of those prior factors

I've thought about deleting this account before a long while ago, but then I'd lose Everything I've ever done for over 10 years. Not just artwork and community but real life milestones and memories and that's not worth losing over some stressful situations

I genuinely do not understand why we cannot be nice to each other either. I know it's a very vague and general statement and I feel like hard to explain what I mean by that, but I cannot imagine passive aggression, comparison or general rudeness to be the 'default' way people talk! I am so tired of people being mean for fun or to feel like they fit in on a conversation! And I'm not even recieving the mean, I just witness it and its upsetting! Real life and Online! But don't listen to me on that because I want people who've probably don't like me to like me and seek validation from people I have differences with so I am not a good example of judgement.

And my health I'm not even gonna touch that one. But at least I'm working on dental stuff, which is nice. I got health insurance again, right as they go to cut medicaid.

But in my mind I cannot stop thinking about if I can just get better at what I'm doing. If I can get better at artwork that I hate my style of, it's never polished and there's people younger than me who's work is so much better. If I can just write faster or draw better and remember to post things then I don't have to worry about anything else. But I've been drawing for so so long, and my art style that I've put so much time into I feel is the equivalent of a learn-how-to-draw-anime workbook you get in a middle school library. And yes I've been told it's good but all art is good. All art styles are good styles. I just don't like it when I'm the one who draws it.

In the last 12 months I've been IRL stalked, family medical, helping support them with what I do make and also myself and literally every coping hobby I have and have had for over a decade just feels more and more like I'm never improving fast enough or that I just Care Too Much at my big age and I should be doing something more substantial with my life, but if I don't craft something or draw or write even if I despise it in the end then it's so much worse

[foxgirlmoth]

I feel really bad asking for help but I've been unable to work for a few weeks now. I've been doing a lot of physical work and my body feels like its just broken down for good at this point, and I'm terrified tbh. I've been putting my girlfriend who I live with under financial stress due to my inability to pay for bills besides my own even while I was working, but now I'm sinking more into the negatives and I desperately need help. I can't keep putting this strain on her income, and I need to be able to live while I'm getting tests done by doctors to figure out why I'm in constant pain and can barely move these days. I recently went to the ER for the pain and how it affected me mentally very recently, and I feel very lost and scares these days.

Long story short, disabled trans woman looking for any financial help.

Here's a link to my Ko-fi, I'm not currently doing commissions as I haven't been able to work on past ones for a long while (I will get those to you eventually, as best as I can, I promise I haven't forgotten) Ko-fi is the easiest but feel free to reach out if it isn't an option. Sorry and thank you for your time.

I'll put more info under a read more, if you want more of an explanation about my health and why I'm scared and struggling.

I've had chronic pain, mostly situated in my chest (which is terrifying, I'm sure you can guess why) since I was 12, well over half my life ago at this point. The pain mostly showed up while stressed or working out a lot, stuff like that. Over the years it got slightly worse, but starting about 2 years ago or so, the pain started getting exponentially worse and worse. November of 2023 I went to an urgent care due to pain while I had a slight cold, and I ended up seeing my primary doctor about the pain. It was misdiagnosed (by a different doctor) when I was younger as Chostochondritis, but that from what I remember has no cases of being chronic. I went through a few different meds to try and help with the pain, and my current dr said I most likely had fibromyalgia, gave me some meds that often help with the pain from it, and he was right.

Day 1 of taking the meds made me feel the best I had in years, but sadly, due to working a very physical job for about the past 6 months, my body feels more worn down than ever. I worked this same job only a few years ago working over 40 hours a week, but I could barely keep up working only around 14. On top of all this, I might also have rheumatoid arthritis or something else going on as well, which is compounding the pain. Ngl its been extremely depressing and stressful watching myself in real time being unable to work and do things I could do only a couple of years ago. I used to be able to work and go to college at the same time, but most days I can't shower without needing to take at least an hour of rest afterwards. I'm scared, I'm angry at my own inabilities, especially for things I've been able to do before, and I'm no longer living alone and I watch as all of the financial struggles now affect my beloved girlfriend as well.

I've tried getting on disability and got denied, and need to resubmit when I'm allowed to. I'm at a loss and I'm just constantly terrified, and I don't know what to do. Sorry.

[idllytarott]

Your Past Love Life vs. Your Future Love Life (Intuitive Reading)

intuitive reading RED CODED hope you like it uwu

This Venus Retrograde on Aries is making numbers on people. Are you thinking of an ex, of the past, of your love failures a lot lately? Let's see what MY INTUITION has to say to you! Pick a pile or picture between 1 and 4.

ATTENTION: this is a reading based on Intuition and NOT on Tarot. Take everything with a grain of salt, and leave what doesn't serve you behind.

𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑶𝑵𝑬

What was your Past Love Life like?: For you, I am getting someone who is very temperamental in love, fast, ambitious, a lot of cat and mouse romance was common for you, where you felt like you should be the one to make the first move always. In the past, or even very recently until now, you've had romantic partners that weren't so good for you. Unrequited love, or on the extreme, toxic and possessive behavior. Your love life is usually filled with, not violent per say, but very toxic or impulsive people or decisions. You know this, but yet, you wonder why were you always failing at love? It is kind of your own doing. You go or went after people that seem very interesting, very appealing by their "DANGEROUS" sign, and you complain once they show you why they were not a good idea in the first place. You needed to make these mistakes, don't blame yourself for eeeeeverythiing. You love deeply, but not the right people. Your Past Love Life can be plagued by conflict, feeling like you must be the strongest one in the connection, like you HAVE to fight for love. Being optimistic, going after what or who you want, is totally okay. Feeling like you constantly have to fight for a person's attention, is not. It's not normal, it's not something that is convenient for you, eve if you're used to it, you seem to always go after emotionally unavailable people so you do all the flirting part (you like being dominant!), or so you don't have to worry about compromising, and then, when you fall for them, you suffer a lot. You should learn that, while opposites attract is true and you like people that are diverse and different, you can't go after people you absolutely would despise otherwise, don't put yourself in uncomfortable or intense situations just because you like to spice things up.

How is Your Future Love Life?: Let me start by saying; very calm. It will be a very calm, tranquil, and easygoing phase. You seem to have learned about your poor decision making in love, and, maybe you won't be dating dating, but you'll be taking time for yourself, be alone with your expectations in love and your flaws in love too. You will be reflecting a lot about the past, specially on this Venus Retrograde time, a lot of things will be coming back at once. And you'll be like "Why did I put myself on these dangerous situations with people I didn't even like?" It will be, to say the least, very eye-opening. Something that'll be happening in a no so near future, will be meeting someone very calm, someone who is the opposite of the kind of people you like. And, honestly? You might not even pay attention to them at first, it could be a friend of a friend, someone in passing, a classmate, a coworker, somebody you see from time to time and just never think anything of. It'll be someone who is biding their time with you. They'll notice you, alright. They will notice a lot of you, you're a person difficult not to notice, wether be your height, hair color, personality, style, voice, just vibes, there is something about you that is difficult not to pay attention to, and this person will loooove it. I'm, quite frankly, getting a little bit of stalker vibe, somebody who is very patient, will never force you or bother you to notice them, but they will notice you at first sight, and will be very attracted to your energy. I can't say the same for you, you will not notice this person as anything else than someone you know, I'm kind of feeling a unrequited love. Somebody will like you, but you won't feel the same. You can decide what to do with this information, this will be a person that is soft-spoken, patient as I said, very attractive, calm, but will not do anything about there feelings for you, so I doubt you even notice if they like you or not. This person will not risk anything to tell you how they feel, very intuitive, very sensible to other's energies, and they might sense that you will be very closed off to meeting new people on the romantic field.

Astrological placements for you: Aries Sun, Aries Venus, Fire Sign stellium, Sun in 10th, Sun in 8th house, Venus in 10th house, Sagittarius Mars, Gemini Mars, Gemini Venus or Sun.

Astrological placements for them: Gemini Sun as well, Aquarius Rising, Aquarius Venus or Sun, Aquarius Stellium, Aries Mars, Pisces Moon or Venus, Libra Mars, Air dominant person, Venus in an Air sign, Sun or Venus in 12th house, or 12th house stellium.

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𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑻𝑾𝑶

What is your Past Love Life like?: You are very pretty, so stupidly pretty. You are someone who just... Calls everyone's attention, your face, your expressions, the way you talk to people specifically, very charming, your Past Love Life was plagued by people trying to rip open your heart or your mind and see why you are the way you are, and what can't they take from you. I see there have been more people interested in you than you know. Your love life might not have been the most interesting, at least to you, I see someone who's either been in one or two looooooooong relationships, or someone who's liked the same person for a very long time. You don't have a variety of people you've dated, and you never minded that. Your partners were very educated, eloquent, smart, incredibly chatty, or at least with you. I don't specifically see big, disastrous experiences in love. But, for you, they've been more psychological. I feel like you've really only dated one person, it was a very long relationship and it changed you a lot psychologically, or you've always been caught up on that one person you always liked and never dated. Because here, things were very stagnant, you were very patient in a situation where you didn't have to be. Stayed in a relationship or a situation longer than you had to, to be compliant or to be polite, while you were withering inside. You went through more adult-like experiences in love, you were in very serious situations in love at a very young age, probably a years long relationship as a teen, and it caused you to see love as a chore, as a responsibility, and not as something nice that happens to someone. Whoever you dated or were hung up in, was very serious or very intense, very romantic but very dramatic, and you had to learn a lot of hard, adult lessons about love too young, living together or economic imbalance in relationships or family drama in relationships or distance or moving away, it was always love but with a lot of reality checking, like you couldn't just enjoy it, you were always have to think of all of these possible outcomes or real situations that can happen to two people when they're dating, it always felt like doing errands to you, to love. Because your partner(s) put all the responsibility in you, emotionally and mentally and even monetarily! You grew up too fast too soon!

How is your Future Love Life?: I see so much fun, so, so much entertainment. So much childlike joy, I don't particularly see you dating a lot of people or hooking up with people, you like one person, and if that person likes you back, you stay with them, firm and solid as a rock. You will probably be entering a new, lasting relationship in the near future, if you haven't already. You'll meet somebody who will match you in levels you never really thought were important, like, this person will not only be reliable but also very fun! And you might had never have that before, because your previous experiences were more serious or intense, there wasn't much space for spontaneity or fun. But with this new person, there is, they will be very like you in that sense, very charming, likeable and pretty, your next partner and you will share a lot of attributes in personality and on what you two like. It will be something that happens slowly, even softly, you might start as friends, coworkers or classmates, and it will evolve into something more romantic as time goes on, it will be very sweet at first, I think that, the problem in this connection might be the lack of intensity. You two will be too shy to say what you want the other to do to you or with you, that is something that you two will have to work in, the feelings for each other will be there, it'll be difficult for you two to show it more physically. I see it more on your part, being used to more serious or stoic people, you will not know what to do with someone so alive and fun and that desires you as much as you desire them. There will be many moments where you'll have to learn to not compromise your own mental health or capacity to take on responsibility, for the sake of somebody else. This person will never ask you to do such a thing.

Astrological placements for you: Capricorn Sun or Moon, Capricorn Stellium, Virgo Venus or Virgo Sun, 11th house Stellium, Earth Rising, Taurus Moon, Libra Moon, Libra Stellium.

Astrological placements for them: Taurus Sun or Moon, 9th house Stellium, Libra Sun, Aries Moon, Aries Rising, Gemini Rising, Leo Venus, Leo Mercury.

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𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬

What was your Past Love Life like?: You are more passive than aggressive in love, you usually go about your love life and romance with your heart on your sleeve. I'd say you've had quite a few complicated love affairs, involving manipulation or coercion. You were, or are, a sweet soul, naive and impulsive. You don't think through before jumping into something new and end up in very traumatic situations with people you give your all to. In the past, not too long ago I'd dare to say, you went through a really bad breakup with someone who was very obsessive or a really bad situationship with a person who felt very defensive when said no. You didn't see what was behind the scenes, or how this person truly was, got caught up in a momentary feeling and ended up in extreme situations. Sadly, it's not uncommon for you, love gives you as much pain as it gives you hope, no matter how much it hurts you, you'll still come back the next day to try again. And I wouldn't particularly say you had a lot of partners, but maybe you did. You love love, you like crushes and idealize people, idealize people too much. This kind of behavior in love had attracted really weird people that wanted to take you and imprison you. Your partners or flings or even people that you don't know, romantically, want your energy, want to own you and have you to show to the world. I don't know why, it's very prominent or strong, this energy, specifically with you. People you've had something with feel the most intense emotions towards you that can't be explained, and they don't know how to show it normally, because you go after eccentric or weird people, so they treat you like an object. I know, it seems like a lot, but if you really look to the past and reflect, you'll see a pattern. The last person you liked probably didn't treat you very nicely, probably was rude or mean, but when you decided to pull away from this person all together, they got really defensive. They don't like that you can care a lot one second, make them feel important, and then not care at all, and forget forever about them, the next. This pile is being very intense, and you might not believe it at first when reading it, I feel like you suppress a lot of trauma from love.

How is your Future Love Life like?: The tables are not turning, not just yet. You've reached a personal milestone, and I feel like, in the past, you had a haaaardddd time saying no, and a hard time being alone. You're learning a lot from solitude, although it might not be by choice, this solitude is bringing you some sort of peace to a decade long pain you've been carrying. Specifically, this Venus Retrograde is really going to make you reflect long term on what do you really want from a partner, their personality, lifestyle, how they treat others, and specially, how they treat you. You will be facing a Dark Night Of The Soul as it's called in spirituality, if you're not already going through it. Things are breaking and bending, if you've been unsatisfied in a relationship, or in any relationship for that matter, it'll be put aside, discarded, you will be moving onwards with your life in a more "secluded" way, or in a more introspective way, you'll learn to respect your own time and to not give anything for free. You're too giving, you like to like, to be liked, to be loved, you search in others, things you already have inside you. I see that in the future, you'll be more focused on monetary ventures, on realistic planning and making your dreams come true, wether moving to another city, finding your ideal job, starting your own business or studying the career of your dreams. I'll be honest, you'll put too much emphasis on goals and money and materialistic gains, and you'll turn into somebody much much more independent, but colder, too. I see these new experiences will shift your perspective of life and they will make you colder on the outside, you'll start being very selective. Nonetheless, the less you try to find love, the quicker it'll try to find you. In a more distant future, you'll meet someone very new, very eye-opening for you, it will be somebody who, might not check all the boxes or have the criteria you might be looking for in a partner in the future, but this person will be wild for your self-descovery, someone very charming, social, bruised by love in a different way than you. This person can be the type of person you have as an ex, but this one will be very healed, the patterns they might have could be the same your ex's had with you. But this person is not for a long run, just a good time. A good lesson in love, someone unforgettable but not eternal. You will have a more detached relationship, it will not be something of partners, I see two adults having fun and learning a lot from each other. This person will learn a lot from you emotionally and psychologically, and you will learn from them sexual experience and confidence in your own body. This person will make you feel very desired by them, like they will look at you and their cheeks just blush in arousal, I'm being serious, there will be a lot of sexual energy, with potential of power imbalance, but never reaching a boiling point. This is why, I'm telling you it's not for the long run, you two will not really want to commit to anything, specially you, you'll be very guarded and try to be as independent as you can. This person will feel like breeze from love, untouched by compromise and unserious in general. It's a really lovely energy, very karmic or "meant to happen" kind of thing. This person is meant to teach you to detach from the outcome, not want to posses, to enjoy the moment and to accept that you can have some sort of love without sacrifice, even if it's not what you want right now.

Astrological placements for you: Cancer Sun, Cancer Venus or Cancer Stellium. Scorpio Rising, Scorpio Sun, Gemini Sun or Moon, Libra Stellium, Sagittarius Sun or Venus, 12th house Stellium, 8th house Stellium, Venus-Pluto aspects, Venus-Mars aspects as well.

Astrological placements for them: Sagittarius Sun, Rising, Sagittarius Stellium, Scorpio Sun or Venus, Libra Venus or Mercury, Mercury in 8th house or 7th house, Libra Rising, Aries Venus or Aries Sun, 8th house Stellium as well. You two might share a lot of similar placements in your charts, Martian and Jupitarian energy is strong.

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𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹

How is your Past Love Life like?: I'm getting the impression of someone who has a difficult time letting go of things and of people. You collect things and treasure them, save every gift, every book, remember every nice word and every bad one. In regards to your romantic life, it has been rough, not always. Most of the pain you've endured were self-inflected, your unwillingness to let go or forget has made it difficult for you to go through breakups. I feel like you've had your fair share of relationships and breakups, I'd say normal. But to you, they're all important and hold meaning to the person you are now. The road has been very turbulent, rocks and holes have been more constant, your decisions on who you let enter in your life is only with a little bit of discernment, you are very passionate, so extremely passionate that you feel like you could die during the act. You give your all to whoever you're dating, so, when they leave, they take a chunk of you with them. Your intensity is so not overlooked, you've constructed this image of poise and calmness in your exterior life, but people who know you, know, that you are so intense, so, so, you're the calm and also the storm. I don't particularly notice or see a specific relationship that has left you scarred, actually, it's more so of a collection of heartbreaks. You feel like you just can't find the right person and you're scared of putting yourself out there, you just want to find your twin flame and settle down with them. But that's you then, the you of the past is so attached to finding the one. You're a dreamer, under the realistic perception and constant movement facade, you dream of a perfect person, you've crafted this person head to toe, even in personality, in physicality, you've dreamt this person and stayed awake perfecting them. This might be a wild assumption, but it might also be true. You've dealt with disappointment very badly, you are extremely loyal, to a fault, and give people may opportunities before it's all over. You're kind of severe, because, as I said, you already have constructed in your mind your exact type, and people who don't accomplish those expectations, are not worth it for you. You've enclosed yourself in idealization of a person that does not exist.

How is your Future Love Life like?: In the future, things will be.... Widely different. The person you've imagined in your head, your perfect match, your twin flame, might already exist. And that might just be you. Now, I'm not saying you're your own soulmate, but... I'm saying you just want to date another version of yourself, when that's not what you need, it will not be what you want, if you eve get to have it. You need to find someone in the middle, I'd say, for you, don't go too opposites attract, because it doesn't work on you either. But, in the future, you will meet someone who will meet you in the middle, if you are an introverted person, the one you'll meet will be someone who is extroverted, but who posses deepness in their emotions and isn't scared to be on their own. If you are a writer, you will not meet a muse, per say, your person might be a cinephile, a music enthusiast, love to read books, but not write them. This person will be an equal, not someone who doesn't know your interests, or someone who wants to outshine you, but a person who understands your desires of the heart, because they'll have one of their own, even if it's not exactly the same. This person is very marked throughout this pile, it's very important for your growth, as a creative? To meet them, to interact with them, to date them. This person might not really fit your check boxes, maybe far and few in-between, and you'll be very adamant to give this person a chance, but it'll happen anyways. It'll happen to of nowhere, it will not be expected, or planned, you will just meet once, and know. The future is not as far as you think it is, if you're single; you might meet the soon, if you're in a relationship; it's not them.

Astrological placements for you: Leo Sun or Rising, Leo Venus, Cancer Moon, Scorpio or Capricorn Mars, Taurus Sun or Taurus Venus, 6th or 7th house Stellium, Pisces Rising, Cancer Rising, Aquarius Sun or Venus, Aquarius Stellium, Venus Retrograde in Natal Chart.

Astrological placements for them: Leo Sun, Gemini Sun or Moon, Gemini Stellium, Capricorn Rising, Aquarius Moon, Scorpio Moon, Aries Stellium, Scorpio Rising, Taurus Rising, 5th house Stellium.

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Girl whaaaaaaaaaaatttttttt you guys better CHILL.

[bernardsbendystraws]

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𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒛𝒐𝒏𝒆

⚠︎  mdni, smut, alcohol abuse, parental neglect, overall mature themes, and more [ this is made for all parts ]

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Chapter 1: Tit Punching And Lemonade Mouth 

The creak of the wooden floor boards makes my limbs tense with each step. My dad and I’s new-ish house was definitely less than great, but it was something at least. We had moved to Somerville at the beginning of the year. The beginning of my senior year of high school. 

I hadn't made many friends, well any friends for that fact. It was difficult trying to make friends when I was practically a parent to my own father. He’d calmed down with his drinking habits slightly, getting better as more time passed. 

“Fuck-I’m sorry, honey.” My dad exclaims. He jolts up on the couch immediately regretting the movement as his face grimaces in pain. 

It had only been a week since the last time I had walked down the stairs, into the living room, to find this. Not all progress was linear, I guess. 

“It’s fine. I have to go to school, your lunch is in the fridge.” I explain while pointing to the refrigerator that was barren all except for one container holding a sad looking sandwich. 

There was only enough for one sandwich. I didn’t want to be selfish and take it for myself. Especially not if it meant him drunkenly stumbling into the living room at an ungodly hour of the morning. 

I finish putting my shoes on, leaving and locking the door behind me. I start walking down the familiar sidewalk, the sun coming up in the blue sky.

_

It wasn’t a short walk, but it wasn’t necessarily long either. It gave me plenty of time to think, plenty of time to fill my head with anxious thoughts. Most surrounded around my new schedule for the semester. 

We only had a four block schedule. My classes were Literature 213, History 410, Math 322, and Writing 200. Nothing crazy or special. The classes didn’t worry me, the other students in the class did.

Well, and the teachers. I had the same teacher for Literature and Writing, Mrs. Evans. She had been a friend of my moms, and she knew about my ‘situation.’ It was embarrassing. 

She knew enough to the point where she was genuinely concerned and I hated it. She made sure to talk to me every once in a while. I reassured her every time, lies spewing easily from my mouth from practice. 

I couldn’t tell if she bought it or not, she was hard to read. Either way, she never pushed more which I was grateful for. 

_

“Y/n?” 

“Here.” I respond, raising my hand as Mrs. Evans takes attendance. 

She let her students choose their spots most of the time, but not anymore. The seating chart had been displayed on the board. My seat had thankfully been in the back corner, by the door. The tables sat two people, the seat next to mine being empty. 

She continues calling names. The door opens and shuts as a bag is placed on the seat next to mine. I look over from the corner of my eye, seeing him.

Matt Sturniolo. 

A popular jock who didn’t really talk much. He had tattoos, he constantly ditched, and he was honestly a model. Bad boy persona was his motto, and girls drooled over him. 

He wasn’t like other jocks with girls from what I could tell. He didn’t have a new girl hanging on his arm every week. He had only previously had two short relationships according to school gossip. 

He had dated Madison at some point, but it ended nearly as quickly as it started. The second one had been the news at the beginning of the year. Anna, one of the cheerleaders, had gone to prom and dated him. From the rumors, they didn’t last very long either.

Other than that, no girls had been rumored to be with Matt. Although, plenty of girls swarmed around him, constantly trying to get his attention. They usually swarmed him and his brother, Chris. 

Chris really was your stereotypical jock. A new girl every week, maybe even every day at times. He looked sweet, but looks can be deceiving. The amount of times I had walked into the girl’s bathroom and seen a girl bawling her eyes out from him dumping her was unfathomable. 

“Matt?” 

“Here.” He says. He raises his hand as she makes eye contact with us. 

Why did she sit me next to him out of all people? I thought she liked me, this is going to be awkward. I knew her, she often did table partner work for assignments. How was I supposed to work with him? 

The class continues as Mrs. Evans reviews over expectations and the curriculum. 

Not even five minutes into the lecture, Matt gets up from beside me and leaves. Nobody bats an eye, almost expecting it from him. 

_

I arrive at my second class, sitting in yet another assigned seat. This seat is in nearly the complete back middle, only one desk behind. The class is set up with the individual desks. 

A couple minutes pass by as I hear the thud of a backpack next to me and behind me. I look over as I see blue eyes already staring back at me. 

“Hey, I’m Chris. This is history 410, right?” He asks. 

“Yeah, I’m Y/n. Have you ever had this teacher before?” I reply. 

He shakes his head, looking behind me. “Nope. Matt?” 

Matt. Of course. 

I don’t hear anything from behind me. “Well, I guess we’ll all find out together then.” Chris says. 

The teacher walks in and starts taking attendance. The class starts running smoothly as I zone out, not paying attention to the meaningless syllabus. 

_ 

“Don’t touch her!” I hear someone whisper-yell. 

Before I know it, I feel a hand shaking my shoulder. I raise my head, observing the history classroom. The teacher is still talking. I look over to my right, seeing Chris leaning over with an outreached hand. His arm falls back onto his desk. 

“Sorry, you were asleep.” He says.

I didn’t get much sleep babysitting a drunk man. I nod, muttering a thanks under my breath as I fix my hair. 

The class ends with a ring of the bell. 

_ 

The math classroom was a distance from the history one. I could hear him, Chris and Matt. Well, mostly Chris yapping about nonsense as the walked in front of me in the hallway.

Arriving in the classroom, we get to pick our own seats. However, with the long walk, the classroom was mostly filled. The tables were grouped in fours. Chris and Matt sat at a table, sitting next to their other brother, Nick. 

I look around, realizing there are only two chairs left. The one next to Nick, across from the other brothers, or one on the furthest side of the classroom, far away from the door.  

I hated being far from the door. It made me anxious, like I was trapped. Plus, the seat was surrounded by guys who were constantly high. The three guys, Jerry, Thomas, and Eli, were known as skater-stoners. I could practically smell them from across the room. 

The bell rings as I sit down in the seat next to Nick. “Is it okay if I sit here?” I ask. Nicks nods, not wanting to talk over the teacher while giving me a slight smile. 

Nick was a wildcard. He seemed friendly, but I had heard the rumors of how he had punched a kid before. He wasn’t in any sports, he definitely wasn’t your typical jock. Other than that, I knew nothing about him. 

I look across the table to see Matt staring at me. His eyes widen before he averts his gaze to the teacher. 

I couldn’t help but take in his appearance. His jawline was perfect, his hair like silk, and he just looked cool. The tattoos peeked out from underneath his sweatshirt. I notice him grab the sweatshirt pulling it down further.

I look up, noticing his eyes on me with a dirty look smothered across his face. Fuck, I was starring. I move my eyes to the teacher, drowning out my thoughts with the boring lecture of rules. 

_ 

The math lecture had ended by our lunch dismissal for our group. There were multiple lunches, we happened to be the last which meant we headed straight to our next class afterward. It was slightly longer given the time between classes. 

However, we still had another five minutes before we could leave for lunch. Chris filled the silence immediately.

“If you have a kid with someone, you’re technically related.” He states.

I look over at Nick who just shakes his head. “Chris, you’re gonna scare her off before she’s even said anything.” Nick says. 

Nick turns his body towards me. “Sorry, he’s fucking stupid sometimes. Well, most times.” He says. I nod my head, giggling slightly in discomfort. 

Nick taps his pencil on the desk impatiently. As he looks back up at the clock, the pencil flies out of his hand and towards me. Before I can even react, a yelp in pain. “Got it! Fuck-sorry!” Nick yells. 

“Nick!” Chris and Matt both yell, eyes widened as they watch the scene unfold before them. Nick profusely apologizes, rambling. “I didn’t mean to, sorry-fuck I didn’t mean to touch your tit, I mean boob, I mean-fuck, I’m gay!” He confesses, holding his hands up in defense.  

I cross my arms over my left breast, holding it in pain. The man literally just punched me in the fucking boob. 

“Nick, I can’t believe you just punched a girl in the tit!” Chris exclaims, laughing. Matt lips are pulled in a tight line, his elbow nudging out and hitting Chris in the ribs. Chris shuts up immediately, breaking out into laughter not even a moment later. 

“Nice? I don’t really know what to say to that.” I confess. 

What do you tell someone after punching you in the tit and telling you that they’re gay? 

I finally let my arms fall on the desk, letting out a sigh of relief as the pain subsides. Chris is still trying not to laugh as Matt avoids looking at anything but his phone, typing profusely seemingly. 

Nick slaps my arm. “We should all go to McDonalds or something! My treat since I…well yeah.” He says. Matt looks up through his hair, his eyes piercing into mine. I feel my hands start to get clammy. I shift in my seat, rubbing my palms onto my thighs. 

“I’m down.” Chris replies. Matt nods in agreement, setting down his phone and looking over at Nick. His hands resting on the table showcase his hands, silver rings adorning his fingers. I watch as he spins the one on his pinky around. 

Nick looks over at me. “You down?” He asks. Free food or starvation? “Yeah sure.” I shrug. 

I feel my mouth water at the thought of food. I couldn’t remember the last time I had food, or a real meal. But, I was never gonna go crazy on someone else’s dime. 

The teacher dismisses us as we all start walking towards the parking lot. Nick walks by my side as Matt and Chris walk in front of us. “I’m really sorry by the way.” He expresses. 

I laugh, shaking my head. “Dude, it’s fine. If I get free food, I couldn't care less honestly.” I admit. 

“You can sit in the back with me.” Nick says. He climbs in the back of the car as I get in on the other side. I slide into the seat, placing my bag in between my legs. I settle in but as I look up I see Matt’s eyes staring at me through the rear view mirror. 

His eyes move to the road as he starts driving. I bring up my phone, checking if I have anything on my face. Nope. Maybe he was upset because he didn’t want me to come? 

Chris starts blasting music, a loud rap song that makes me jolt abruptly. I place my hands over my ears instinctively. 

“Shut that shit off.” Matt curses in the now empty car. I pull my gaze up, seeing his hand on the radio button, turning it off. 

“NOOOOO PLEASE!” Chris whines. He pulls his hands in the praying motion, giving Matt puppy eyes as we sit at a red light. 

“Fine. Quieter and it has to be my playlist.” Matt commands. Chris giggles like a kid on Christmas, pulling up his phone and turning down the volume. 

“If you say so…” Chris says. 

A quiet, but hype beat starts to play. I don’t recognize the song, furrowing my eyebrows as I watch their reactions. Chris immediately starts singing along as well as Nick. Matt’s cheeks are cherry red, his eyes wide as his lips pursed together. 

“DON’T YOU WISH YOU WERE US!” Chris and Nick sing. Chris looks behind, stopping the music completely. He stares at me with his jaw on the floor practically. 

“WHY are you NOT singing along?” Chris exclaims, waving his hand dramatically. I shrug at him, “I’ve never heard this song before.” I answer. 

All eyes are on me as soon as the words leave my mouth. 

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN? YOU HAVEN’T SEEN LEMONADE MOUTH?” Nick screams. I shake my head in response, watching his jaw drop impossibly further down. 

“YOU’VE SEEN LET IT SHINE AT LEAST, RIGHT?” Chris adds, raising his eyebrows. I lick my lips, sucking them in as I shake my head from left to right. Chris lets out a scream, placing his hands over his face. Nick stays in the same shell-shocked position. 

I look up, meeting Matt’s eyes that are also wide, in the rearview mirror. “How have you not seen the best Disney movies of all time?” He exclaims, his voice slightly higher. 

His soft tone brings a swarm of butterflies into my gut. I didn’t know he could sound so…friendly? 

“I um…I’ve never really seen many Disney movies.” I say. 

I could never really afford it. Even when my mom was still around, it was a struggle with bills. Her health declining brought more bills, starting as soon as she got pregnant with me. I was the reason behind her suffering, I watched as she suffered, straining everything to care for me. 

But, it wasn’t enough in the end. 

Her body simply wouldn’t move, her mind giving out completely. She couldn’t remember me at times. She was forced to stop working as my dad tried to solely support us. 

But, it wasn’t enough in the end. 

Nothing was ever enough. It was my greatest fear. All I wanted to do was to somehow make it out, become a person with a life revolving around things that mattered to me. Would it ever happen though? I don’t know. 

I just want to be enough to make her proud. Be enough for her. 

“How?!” Nick’s voice brings me back to reality as I just shrug my shoulders once more. “Just never had Disney, I was honestly on YouTube more than anything as a kid.” I say. 

They all exchange looks. “What?” I ask. “We have a YouTube channel actually.” Nick remarks. I’m taken aback by his statement. “Really? What do you do?” I ask. 

My eyes dart around, observing. Chris is happily looking out the window, Nick is smiling at me, and Matt is fisting the steering wheel with white knuckles. Is he angry? Is it at me? 

I look at his face through the rearview mirror, trying to analyze his face. He’s biting his lips, his eyebrows furrowed with…concern? His eyes shift, meeting mine as his face seems to relax. 

I watch as his shoulder fall. I look at his hands, watching his grip loosen. 

“What do you want? I was gonna get chicken nuggets, fries, and ice cream.” Nick states. “I’ll just do nuggets and fries, please.” I remark. 

Matt pulls up as Nick’s window starts to roll down. I furrow my own eyes, watching as he starts to order. Why is he ordering instead of Matt? I mean, it’s not against any rules. 

We continue through the drive thru, Nick handing out the food as we park in the parking lot of the McDonalds. He hands me chicken nuggets, fries, and an ice cream. 

“I didn’t get ice cream.” I point out. Nick shrugs, “I punched you in the tit, it’s the least I can do, honestly.” He replies, taking a bite out of a couple of fries. 

“Damn, if you weren’t gay I probably would’ve just fell in love.” I joke. The chorus of laughter brings a smile to my face. 

Nick’s laugh was reassuring, Chris’s laugh was contagious, but Matt’s laugh…was something else. It was softer than either of the others, a slight squeak at the end of each laugh. 

_ 

We had eaten our food in a fit of laughter. Chris and Nick had bickered nearly the entire time. Matt’s boneless laugh was a sound I could listen to endlessly. We were already driving back to the school, walking out back into the building. 

“What class do you have next?” Chris asks, slinging his arm around my shoulders. I let out a surprised noise from the unexpected action. “Chris! Get off of her! Sorry-he knows no boundaries.” Nick exclaims. 

Chris moves his arm off of me, huffing in annoyance. We walk further towards the building. “I have Writing 200, and he’s fine. As long as people don’t mistake me for one of your girls, I don’t want that kind of attention.” I joke. 

“I have my class right next to it, let’s walk together?” Nick suggests. I nod my head, walking side by side as Matt joins on my other side. We wave goodbye to Chris who pouts leaving. 

“I have Writing 200 too.” Matt says. 

“We have the same exact schedule then, huh?” I remark. 

He looks down at me questioningly, “You didn’t see me? We literally are table partners in English!” I exclaim. His mouth gapes open in an ‘O’ formation as he nods his head. 

“Sick, I guess so.” He responds. 

He doesn’t explain any further. Why did he leave this morning? I stop myself from asking the invasive question as we wave goodbye to Nick. The classroom is nearly empty except for Mrs. Evans. 

“Y/n! Matt! Good to see you both! Please, take a seat. I only assigned seats in the first class because of how many underclassmen were in it, please, feel free to sit wherever!” She exclaims. 

Matt gestures to the same table in the back. The same table I started my day with next to him. “Wanna sit together?” He suggests. I feel my stomach clench, my toes cracking as I shift between my feet. 

He wants to sit next to me?

“Yeah.” I reply, setting my bag on the same chair as earlier. He places his stuff down, sitting in the chair as I take a seat next to him. 

More students start rolling in, filling the seats until it’s nearly a full classroom. Matt suddenly nudges my arm with his elbow, holding out his phone. Ms. Evans is talking, taking attendance. 

I read the screen, seeing a groupchat of him and his brothers.

[Nick: invite her over tn for Disney movie plsss]

[Chris: or at least get her number :)]

Chris’s text rolls in fresh, Matt snatching the phone back with a pink hue coating his cheeks. I bite the inside of my cheek, suddenly jolting at the tender pain. He’s staring down at his phone.

I try to get his attention, waiting for him to look back up. His fingers type furiously in his lap. Do I tap him? 

I reach out, tugging lightly on his sweatshirt sleeve. His eyes meet mine. A shiver runs down my spine at the lack of distance between us. Pine and spices fill my nose, a scent that makes me want to breathe deeply. 

“I’ll come.” I mouth. He nods in response, a tight smile tugging on his lips. 

I turn back to the front of the classroom. I desperately want to be closer, smell the relaxing scent of pine and spices once more. I loved perfumes and colognes. I had always wanted one, but it wasn’t a need so I never got the luxury of having one. 

No amount of money I could make working a job would amount to a scholarship. I focused completely on school, earning grades while spending hours on schoolwork each night. 

Having no friends made that easier, but it was lonely. Although, I had never run into anyone I really wanted to be friends with. The only time I got asked to hang out was getting asked out on a date. 

One kid in particular, Jeffery, on the hockey team was super annoying about it. He had asked me out at least five times, never taking a simple no for an answer. I knew I wasn’t ugly and sometimes free food sounded tempting, but I knew what he was really wanting. 

I had overheard him talking about how he was ‘definitely gonna get me in bed.’ Long story short, I was never and I’m still never gonna let that happen. 

It was different with them. Nick had been so welcoming, Chris had been so happy, and Matt…Matt was Matt? 

I wanted to hang out with them, laugh like we did in the car more. It felt like something had clicked into place, teaching me what true fun was. My inner child has been long dead. But, laughing like that made me feel like my younger self would be proud of me. 

_

The same, boring lectures ensued about rules and policies. Matt was glued to his phone that was propped in front of his backpack on the desk. 

The bell rings as everyone basically starts speed walking-nearly running-to escape school. Matt waits as I finish gathering my stuff as we start walking back to the parking lot. 

“Wait, sorry, one second.” Matt says. He stops in his tracks as soon as we stand on the cement outside. He takes a couple of steps sideways as I tilt my head. “What are you doing?” I ask. 

I peep over his shoulder, seeing some sort of animation game. “Oh! What is that?” I exclaim. 

He looks over, realizing I’m able to see his phone screen. His cheeks are tinted with red as he pulls the phone to his chest. “Pokemon-Go, sorry. We can go.” He mumbles. 

He walks slightly in front of me as I struggle to keep pace. Arriving at his car, we hop in, waiting for Nick and Chris. I pull out my phone, opening an app that looks similar. 

“Is this it?” I ask, pushing the screen on the console. Matt looks at the screen and then twists his body to look back at me. “You’re serious? I thought you were mocking me, not gonna lie.” He says.

I shake my head, immediately starting to download the app. “No, hell no! It looks fun as fuck! You’re teaching me how to work this though. I’m already confused.” I say. 

He laughs as Chris and Nick pile into the car. “Will do.” He responds. 

Chris connects his phone to the aux, his phone playing the same song as earlier where it had left off. The next song starts to play as I clap my hands. “Oh my god! I love this song!” I exclaim. It’s Bags by Clario.

Chris snickers, “So does Matt.” 

I look up, seeing Matt already staring at me through the mirror. His eyes are wide. “You have good taste.” I compliment. His eyes relax, becoming less visible as a smile spreads across his cheeks. 

I feel my own lips curl in reaction. I bob my head to the beat slightly, watching as Matt’s ring-clad fingers tap on the steering wheel. 

[md-intermission-archive]

"Murder Drones: Intermission": A Story of Understanding

Uzi Doorman: Understanding Loneliness

I feel like during the development of this episode, Uzi was the hardest character for me to wrap my head around. To my understanding, she’s feisty, angsty, and plays up this persona of being apathetic. A sort of lone wolf thing.

She’s snappy towards her classmates who ostracize her, snappy towards adults in her life, and overall gives a middle finger to anyone who isn’t on Team Uzi. It’s a very “me vs. the world” type of thing. That, to me, just felt like the callous shell of someone who’s painfully fragile and has been hurt so often.

I will admit, I may be projecting slightly, but I honestly read her as like… a neurodivergent kid who didn’t know how to navigate social circles, so she just became incredibly bitter. Her father didn’t help her situation at all because he also treated her like a freak, literally calling her a disappointment in his business ads. Then on top of all that she had no mother figure to look up to. All of this accumulates into a habit of isolation. “No one will love me, so fuck it. I’m on my own”. She acts like she’s fine on her own, when in reality she’s so starved for genuine connection. With that in mind, in Intermission I wanted to peel back those layers a little bit. I wanted to explore self-isolation and that hunger for love. 

Some people clocked this I think: the way Uzi’s attitude is toned down in Intermission. I didn’t want to play up her angsty teen act as much (and I capped her at one “bite me”) because then I’d risk falling into the trap of making her into a caricature of herself. The way I framed her in my head is “if she wants connection, then she’d be happier around people who she sees as her friends. If she’s also fragile though, she’ll make an immediate 180 at the slightest hint of meanspiritedness”. This was the guideline I gave myself when it came to bouncing her off of V and N. N melts her icy demeanor. He’s very gentle and encouraging with her. One example being how N kneeled down to her eye level when speaking to her when she was putting up her walls again. As someone who’s constantly ostracized, she needs a gentle touch in order to relax.

I made sure to keep that in mind, that while she was being treated gently, she should show more signs of happiness. Comfort. Part of that comfort is also reflected in being mischievous/playful. As for the 180 she makes if shown any sort of cruelty, that’s reflected in acts of self-isolation. 

This is something I’ve observed from myself and people in my life. If someone is already deathly afraid of rejection, they won’t reach out for help and their immediate instinct will be to isolate. In the beginning of the EP when Uzi’s having her Solver flare up her immediate thought is “I’m going to put up a firewall (repress) and just not even mention this to anybody”. Then when N offers to help, she still shows signs of being uncomfortable because she’s not used to it. It isn’t until V’s comment calling her a lost cause irks her that she decides “screw it let’s give it a shot”. She hates being underestimated, so this reaction made sense to me. Meanwhile the climax of the episode is where I wanted the most overt display of her fears to be presented.

As I said earlier, Uzi’s sensitive to rejection. She attacked the only people in her life who care about her, and the worst part was it wasn’t even her fault. Uzi is a person who really wants a sense of control over her life for the sake of security, so that loss of control and the idea of “oh my god they hate me now” was the final straw for her. So, she isolated. She ran off (or in this case, flew off), she barricaded herself, and she cried.

During the scene when Uzi's found, I had a bit of an issue figuring out where to go from there with her. I had two options: I could once again lean into her badass persona and have her fight back, or I could have her fold. I decided the latter. To her, she just lost the only people who cared about her, she's a monster to worker drone society, her father doesn't care about her.

What's the point. She's doomed to be alone.

If V didn't have her revelation, Uzi would've let herself die. While I understand that's an upsetting choice to make in the narrative, given Uzi's circumstances it felt like the appropriate reaction. Which is why the events following were so important.

While Uzi's at her lowest point she's shown pinch of kindness.

While it’s true V’s initial intention was to off Uzi, her showing compassion and sympathy was what helped calm Uzi down. Rather than making her put up walls like V usually does, V was able to break through them a tad. That interaction, N pouncing at her with a hug, and the final scene was meant to cement in Uzi’s head that she finally wasn’t alone (even if V still struggled to not be prickly with her). The three are still incredibly messy, but there’s that sense of trust that Uzi now has people in her life that actually care about her despite her messiness. The mischievous attitude even comes out when she says, “you found a nanospark of warmth in your heart to care about me”. She now feels more comfortable with V to an extent, and she finally has a support system.

I think…the reason why I love Uzi so much is that she’s sadly reflects the experience of what it's like not being able to fit into society's mold of acceptable. Even if she might not be neurodivergent, the bullying and isolation she experiences is very familiar. I wanted to do her justice as much as I could with that all in mind and with the resources I had. I wanted to give her one happy ending to a day when every other feels like utter hell.

The angsty teen may be badass, but her heart is still fragile.

[alphajocklover]

Would love to myself corrupted into a new body lol Some douchebag…maybe some sleazy drug dealer with long hair who always makes demeaning comments, maybe he’s a a rocker or comedian. Or maybe some famous broadway actor turned awful. All womazing assholes and sleazy douchebags. Maybe a preppy. Conservative. Religious or some shit. Awful to women and gays. Long gross hair or short stylish. Chin strap. Smells. Hmmm. Young and dumb…..yeah could you please turn me into an awful straight man?

I’m sorry to say this, but I’m not sure how much I can help you here. It’s not that I can’t transform you like you're asking, I’m just not sure if I should. I don’t doubt that you want to become a straight douchebag, or have any reservations about making you into one in general. I’ve discussed enough douchebag transformations to be comfortable with them, and have even performed a few myself. My problem is that you don’t seem to know what it is you really want. It's one thing to say you want to be a straight douchebag, but when you list a bunch of different types of douchebags and then don’t clarify which one you’d actually like to become, well… It’s hard to know what direction to take this. When someone isn’t specific I usually just go with whatever I think is hot, but to be honest everything you listed is pretty hot, so it's pretty hard to choose. Do I make you into a sleazy, surprisingly muscular and dominant drug dealer who flaunts his ill gotten fortune, or a cool, charming and wild rockstar who constantly sleeps with fans and groupies? Should I transform you into a crude comedian who constantly goes for cheap and bigoted punchlines, or a religious, old money rich boy who's obsessed with his own superiority and good looks? The list of choices goes on and on, and I could come up with even more you didn’t even mention. So, what is someone supposed to do when faced with this many amazing options? Well, one answer is to just pick all of them! So instead of turning you into one straight douchebag, I’ll be turning you into 5 distinct douchebags. It’s… pretty hard to turn someone into multiple people, but I’ll be honest, it’s a challenge I’ve been looking forward to trying. 

The first problem we’re going to have to fix is the souls. I know talking about souls is a little spiritual and technical to be talking about here, but it's actually an important part of magic. Magic cannot create or destroy life, or more accurately, a soul. A soul cannot be destroyed by magic, and a new soul can’t be created by one either. A situation where a new soul is created naturally can happen, and I’m fairly certain it has even happened before on this blog, but creating a new soul, a new person entirely from scratch? That's one of the only things magic can’t really do. So to get around that, we’re going to have to get a little unorthodox and, well, split your soul.

Now I know that sounds bad. If you’ve read the final entry of a certain popular YA novel, then you’re probably wondering if what I’m proposing is going to turn you into a noseless snake man. Rest assured that souls, while incredibly precious, are not as fragile as people think. They’re sort of like livers. You need one, and having a damaged one absolutely sucks, but if with enough time and help, any damage done to one will heal. All we need to do is have my devil friend Nick take a little bit off your soul, put that bit into 4 new bodies, and accelerate the healing process with some magic. It won’t be pleasant, and it will technically involve you allowing a literal devil to toy with your soul since for anyone but a devil it would be literally impossible, but it can be done, and Nick has always enjoyed new experiments. The best part of this one is that all 5 of them will still be you, deep down. You’ll be able to experience what it’s like to be all of them, and even change which one you’re consciously experiencing.

Now that we’ve got all that technical stuff out of the way, we can get into the fun part: the 5 new yous! We’re going to go down the line with what you described, starting with the sleazy douchebag drug dealer. He’s got long, untamed hair, a dull look in his eyes, and some surprisingly big biceps for someone who spends so much time high. Guess the steroids he both takes deals make the little time he actually spends working out all the more effective. He’s the kind of guy who lives by the idea that nothing comes for free, and takes payment in gas, grass or ass. He hates anyone who doesn’t work as hard as he does, or at least as hard as he thinks he does, and isn’t above ranting about all the handouts other people get. He’s a sleazy douche, but one hot enough to girl as much pussy as he wants, if his personality doesn’t send girls running

Your second new self is a bit more fun. Not that being a drug dealer douchebag isn’t fun, but let's face it, everyone wants to be a rockstar. The fame, the fortune, the crowds screaming your name, being a rockstar is every young man's dream, and that's not to mention the afterparties, the tours, and the many, many groupies. Your second self has known what he wants to be since he was young, and has never let anyone tell him otherwise. He’s not used to hearing no, and his cocky attitude is proof of it. He’s always confident, whether he’s rocking out on the stage, fucking a big titted bimbo, or showing off to his legions of fans. He’s also pretty buff, even for a rockstar, so you’re going to have a lot of fun as him

Your third self is also famous, just in a different way. This ones the comedian, and this body is actually asian, not white like you other ones, though you’d never be able to tell from his jokes. With his entitled personality, barrage of racist and homophobic jokes he constantly spews on and off stage, and general narcissism, he’s every bit the entitled American douchebag your other two selves are. The only real difference is that he’s good enough with his timing to attract a fair amount of like minded, usually equally douchey fans who think that because an asian guy is saying it, it can’t be racist. He’s not as successful as your rockstar self, but he’s definitely on his way up, and has been bragging that he’s going to get a netflix deal soon (even though he won’t).

Your fourth and fifth selves actually know each other in their new lives, weirdly enough, since they’re both frat boys. It can be a little disorienting being around someone who's basically another you, but it can also be kind of fun, and you don’t even have to say ‘no homo’ after a handjob, because with him it's basically just masturbation. Of course while they’re both frat boys, they’re actually fairly different. Your fourth self is a more traditional, preppy frat boy. The guy who wear too tight polos, flirts with every sorority girl he can, yells at gay guys about going against the bible while also having as much premarital sex as possible. The one who's going to grow up, get a job at his dads company, and become an even douchier executive. Your fifth self though, is more of a modern day frat boy. He doesn’t wear polos, and in fact almost never wears anything with sleeves. He’s a lot less subtle than number 4, and possibly a bit dumber, but he doesn’t care. He’s a manly stud who gets to fuck hot girls, hang out with his bros, and is certain he can make a on only fans if Football doesn’t work out. Fags may be annoying, but if they wanna pay to watch a video of him calling them pathetic, he’s not going to say no.

So, I’m happy to say that you now have 5 versions of yourself running around, each one a straight, sleazy douchebag. I guess the only question now is which body you’re going to inhabit first.

[strawberry-spectre]

Critiques I have for the 2025 comic (i have too much to say </3)

TLDR: The plot for this comic is incredibly similar to last year's comic, it’s just ‘Val has a problem/insecure, Spell schemes to fix it, true love the solution’. It’s an okay story but the execution this year feels childish, and Valentine is so ooc in this it’s almost painful to read.

CHARACTER:

Val being unsure of his powers and stealing love makes sense, but not to this degree given the current situation. We alr explored how he feels abt his powers in his diary and the 2 comics and how he’s come to terms with being an emotional vamp and what it means for him, including the fact that true love (doesn’t have to be romantic) is what truly fulfils him so I don’t understand why we’re going through the same journey but worse all over again.

He seems so conflicted with being an emotional vamp and feeding off emotions in this comic like wasn’t there a whole section in his diary dedicated to how "real love sustains you; I have to be true to myself even tho it’s scary" etc. I understand that progress is difficult and you’re gonna go back to your past habits from time to time and yes Valentine realizing that he’s actually in love and coming to terms w/ that is a compelling story but this is not a self-discovery journey.

Spelldon and Whisp are swopping in bc they alr know what’s up and setting up a scheme to make Val realise that ‘lol u emotional vamps feed off emotions’ LIKE WHYS HE ALWAYS GETTING SAVED BY SOMEONE ELSE</333 In the first comic, we had Spelldon set up a plan to get Val to talk abt his feelings and now it's just the same thing but add Whisp to the mix?? Also, her being the mysterious shadow man is so anticlimactic but it’s nothing horrible.

They’re putting too much emphasis on the boyfailure part of him like it was funny when it was every once in a while, but it feels like this entire comic was him being silly, oblivious and not able to do anything himself.

In wdgfil we see him scheming so he can get all the hearts he thinks he wants, in I Only Have Eye for You comic he also thinks of multiple (albeit not that well thought out but still worked out so I’ll count it) plans to try and bring couples together (like bro literally made a deal with a sea witch EXCUSE ME?????), in 2024 comic he’s also capable of thinking of solutions to his ‘problem’ (yes he asks Spell for help but still) but in 2025 comic he’s completely just ‘oh no! Spelldon loves me! Whisp whatever shall I do :( ‘.

2025 Val has completely lost his charm, wit, resilience and emotional depth for a basically regressed back to pre-diary him. It is as if the writers are trying to rewrite his story the same way Frankie is now with Johnny, Dracula’s dead, Cleo’s no longer with the main ghouls etc. Like even his colour palate is different what happened to the black, red Three Cheers era Gerard Way aesthetic him? Why is he rose-pink? (not that I mind it's just a nit-pick)

I don’t like how they constantly have Spelldon be the fixer in both comics, it makes him seem like such a know-it character like ‘my crush wants me to get rid of his emotions, ima not do that and make him understand how important he is to me’, ‘my boyfriend’s freaking out so let me just make him think we’re in danger and have him admit that he loves me back’.

Yes, we see him be respectful and worried if he crossed any of Val’s boundaries, but I would say making your boyfriend think your magic abt to be eaten and that y'all are in danger is pretty like crossing the boundary if communicating normally didn’t seem like an option.

POWERS/EMOTION:

What rly bothers me is the smaller details and their portrayal of Val and his powers tbh, why is his magic pink and all cute, hearts and stars and little Cupid illusions? This is nothing like the Valentine in the movie and diary, and his reformed personality is alr seen in his diary, I Only Have Eye for You comic and last year’s comic.

Maybe the reason for his powers being green in wdgfil is bc he’s feeding off fake love and real love = pink magic but the portrayal of it is still quite cringe and traditionally expected of someone who feeds off love. His powers feel like it’s supposed to be a funny gag but it’s completely unnecessary to do so because it only builds inconsistency in what’s alr been established as his character and powers.

Also, him being so concerned with his emotions going ‘haywire’ feels strange to me because in his diary he says and I quote “ I felt my powers returning, and every day I got stronger”, with Ms Goblin explaining that it’s bc he’s given and giving real love and that’s why his powers are so strong, but we ignore all of that and have Whisp bestow groundbreaking knowledge that nope! His powers are strong bc he’s experiencing real love (which he and us alr knows but 2025 Val doesn’t know?)

What did Val mean by ‘emotional vampire thing’? Does he think he hypnoed Spell into saying love you? Is it him feeding off emotions? Is it his powers getting stronger because of emotions?

PLOT:

This comic’s biggest flaw is the plot tbh, it’s far too complex for a simple 10-pager resulting in less detailed backgrounds, big chunks of text, compacted panels and not fleshed-out themes. I get that we’re shown how Val feels about his powers, self-acceptance and Spelldon’s support, but that needs to be at least 15 pages for it to be good. There wasn’t any buildup to the issue Val tried to work through. Like we had 1 page of the problem, 'Spelldon said ‘love you and kissed Val’. It’s very rushed and could’ve been much more fleshed out if the comic had more pages.

They should’ve bolded ‘reformed’ instead of ‘emotional vampire’ since Val being a past villain makes much more sense for Casta to be hesitant about him dating Spell rather than him being an emotional vamp.

Actually was the problem Spelldon kissed Val and said ily or is the problem the implications bechind it? I would assume it's the latter bc

Edit: They need to make it more clear what the cause of the problem is, simply putting it in the desc of the comic isn't enough bc if I had read this with allll the knowledge of Val that I currently have but not the desc then I absolutely would've been lost at what's going on here.

In the desc it says that Val thinks he's hypnoed Spell but here it says 'Take it from you' which doesn't really make sense bc in order for him to take love he has to fill someone's heart 100% w/ love, and we've alr seen in the wdgfil movie that simply hypnoing someone doesn't automatically fill their heart 100%, he still had to romance Draculaura and even then it wasn't really working bc true love is stronger than fake love and all that.

You could argue that hypnoing someone implies that their love will be/has been taken but so far we only know that if Val cannot fill a heart within 3-4 days of hypno then the person would lose all ability to love permanetly, not that hypno will fill and steal a heart for you

Mattel really needs to give Spelltine more pages bc the first comic was quite well-received, and it will make the characters more engaging bc we get to see more of them and their personalities. A simpler story would fit a short comic like this much better because not every good story requires an existential crisis and a problem. It’ll be so cool if a comic mimicked old MH 2D webisodes in terms of storyline bc it’s so fun and showcases the characters’ personalities so well and with it being a comic, we can have different angles, dramatic effects etc that's possible with comic art which will enhance the reading experience.

ANYWAYS, thank you for reading this far, if you enjoyed the comic pls let me know why bc as much as I had to say about it there was quite a few good moments in it :33 happy pride y'all

[fanmistery]

HEADCANONS ARCANE X GN READER!TINNITUS.

៚HEADCANONS of how you would meet and move into a relationship with Vi and Viktor. The reader is gender-neutral.

TINNITUS: A whistling or ringing sound in one or both ears that may be constant or come and go, often associated with hearing loss.

Characters included: Viktor and Vi/Violet. Part Two Jinx and Caitlyn here.

Part one!

Note: Hello everyone! I just wanted to write something about these characters, this idea was in my head all day. It should be clarified that I do not intend to offend anyone with this, I myself have Tinnitus so everything I put here is based on my experience. Just that, enjoy reading!

៚VIKTOR.

៚ Viktor in his youth, more specifically when he was studying and before he became Heimerdinger's assistant. He is completely absorbed in his investigations at Piltover. His world revolves around science and his efforts to overcome the physical limitations that have always accompanied him and, above all, to surpass others and be the best student. So it will take a long time for him to realize your existence.

៚He will only realize your existence when he hears you asking the colleague next to you that he could offer you his seat since you did not want to sit at the back, which led to a heated argument due to your insistence, even he got upset (more than nothing because he couldn't concentrate on reviewing the topics from the previous class), there were other benches available, I didn't understand why you were making a fuss for wanting to sit in front. You ended up sitting all the way back anyway, and you just became the talk of spoiled brats, and, normally he wouldn't care but he got to hear through the rumors that you were someone from Zaun. Which surprised him quite a bit, since as far as he knew, the only one from Zaun was him.

៚ And for a while he was not the center of criticism and ridicule, but you were. Most of the class complained because you were always asking obvious questions to them or to the teacher, even asking them to pass you the notes of what a teacher was dictating. It got to a point where you could no longer ask for guidance from them and you ended up asking him for help. Of course he helped you but not before he asked you directly “what the hell was wrong with you?”.

៚When he finds out about your situation, that you have tinnitus, his reaction is very Viktor: scientific but empathetic. "Is it a subjective perception of sound, without external stimulus? Fascinating." Although he may seem cold, he has no intention of minimizing your experience; rather, he is genuinely interested.

៚For Viktor, attraction begins in the mind. If you prove to be an insightful, curious person who is able to understand (or at least try to understand) his way of reasoning. One night, while you're both working on a particularly complicated project, Viktor might blurt out something unexpected without looking you straight in the eye. "I never thought I would find someone who would understand so well the... persistent nature of my mind so well. It's exhausting, but you don't seem to freak out."

You pause what you were doing and turn your back on him to go get a cup of coffee to take your mind off your sleep, while doing so you say nonchalantly : "And why should I? We all deal with something."

Although Viktor doesn't respond, his slight smile and the way his eyes soften say it all.

៚The relationship begins to deepen when Viktor talks openly about his own physical limitations (his cane, his deteriorating health) and how these have made him feel isolated at times. This creates common ground: they both feel that their relationship with the world is limited by their physical conditions. Viktor comments something like, “It's funny how our minds can be so clear, but our bodies constantly remind us how fragile we are.”

៚So Viktor begins to see you as someone who not only understands his struggle, but also that you face your own daily battle. This inspires you to be more considerate and open with your emotions, although your reserved nature moves you forward slowly.

៚At some point in their lives you end up working in their lab, in fact, you have an exclusive little space just for you.... So you are always together day and night, you doing your thing and he doing his.

៚Viktor's small gestures begin to show his concern in subtle ways, such as adjusting the volume of his experiments when you are nearby or avoiding shrill sounds. Little by little, this shows that he is not only a brilliant man, but also attentive to details that might affect you.

៚In his conversations, Viktor tends to speak in a higher, more leisurely tone. The idea of creating a device to help you hear is born after seeing you frustrated when you don't understand what he is saying when they are a few meters apart, so Viktor spends entire nights studying tinnitus, from its physiological origin to the experimental solutions available.

Jayce might walk into the lab and find Viktor surrounded by diagrams and medical texts.

Jayce, curious, asks, "Are you working on anything related to acoustics? It's not typical for you."

"It's a personal project. It's not for me." Viktor replies without even bothering to look at him

Although Jayce insists on knowing more, Viktor prefers not to reveal too much. “It's not relevant to our joint goals.”

He uses Hextech to explore how frequencies can interact with the auditory system, and although he encounters obstacles, he is more determined than ever.

When you're about to be introduced to the device, he doesn't hesitate to speak up: "I've been thinking...about your hearing."

“Uh, what about it? ”you ask, a little surprised that he has initiated so randomly about your condition.

Viktor averts his gaze, to avoid embarrassing himself, about his feelings to you. "It shouldn't be something that limits your experiences. I think I can do something about it."

Although you might at first feel unsure-perhaps even doubtful that anything can really help-Viktor assures you with a mixture of humility and confidence, "I don't promise miracles, but it would be interesting to see if I can...level the field for you."

៚Viktor spent weeks fine-tuning his prototype: a small device with Hextech technology that not only amplifies sound, but filters out the harmful frequencies associated with tinnitus. When it's finally ready, he hands it to you with his trademark serious but intent tone. "It's a prototype. It may need tweaking, but I'd like you to try it out."

You put it on, and after a few seconds of adjustment, you experience something you didn't expect: the sound of the world, clear and crisp. Perhaps the light brush of Viktor's fingers on the table, or the conversations of students in the hallways. You can't help but let a sense of relief and full of happiness flood through you, you allow yourself the luxury of crying, of breaking Viktor's personal space and hugging him a little tightly, feeling so lucky to have him by your side. "Viktor...I.. I...I can hear... I can hear things I haven't heard in years."

Viktor is surprised by the sudden physical contact but it doesn't bother him, he even loves your sudden outburst of trust, even though you've been friends for a long time you're not hugging, just occasional touches here and there. He smiles sideways, satisfied with the result and reciprocating your embrace without hesitation, he just hopes you don't notice his heart beating fast for you and your warm closeness. "It's just the first step. If something doesn't work, we'll make it better. But I'm glad it's working."

He says, and if the hug lasted a long time neither of them minded.

៚But it doesn't stop there, Viktor customizes the device after you've been using it for a while. He adds a feature that can amplify specific sounds, such as the pitch of his own voice, so you can hear him even in noisy environments.

When you notice this, you ask him, "Did you do this just so I could hear you better?"

Viktor looking at you warmly, at this point no longer caring about hiding his affections from you. "Maybe. I'd rather you didn't miss anything important...especially when I'm the one talking."

៚Instead of using flowery words, Viktor explains his feelings in a very logical way.

"You are like a perfectly calibrated system. You find a way to fit even in my messiest moments...and that's not something I can easily explain. But I think the reason I want you around is more personal than scientific. "

You, so touched by her sincerity, smile and respond, "You know? That's probably the most romantic statement anyone has ever made to me."

៚Viktor's formal statement. Although Viktor has already made his intentions clear, you want to make sure everything is perfectly understood. A few days after the conversation, while they are in the lab, he interrupts the silence with an unexpected proposal. "I've been thinking about our conversation... and I'd like to ask you something. Would you consider staying by my side, not just as a colleague, but as something more?"

You, already so used to his direct but genuine manner, agree with a gentle nod, and Viktor responds with a slight smile that lights up his normally stoic expression.

៚For Viktor, expressing love is not something he does lightly. Probably, the first “I love you” happens accidentally.

While working on an experiment, you make a small mistake, but Viktor intervenes before the damage is irreparable. You are frustrated, the fatigue seems to get to you. You know it, but you can't help but feel guilty. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin it...”

Viktor without thinking admits, "It doesn't matter. You wouldn't ruin anything... I love you too much to worry about that."

They both fall silent.

Viktor realizes what he just said, but instead of taking it back, he calmly adds, “I guess it's about time I said it.”

៚VI/VIOLET.

៚ Vi will meet you in her Emo days, This meeting takes place at a complicated time for Vi. It's been weeks since she broke up with Caitlyn. Although she is no longer hurt by the breakup, she carries enormous pent-up frustration. The situation with Jinx (Powder) is out of control, Zaun is still in chaos, and Vi feels like she's fighting a never-ending battle. This mix of anger, emotional exhaustion and discontent with the world makes her more impulsive and sarcastic than usual. It is very late in Zaun, the atmosphere is full of noise: shouting, laughter and the constant hum of industrial machinery. Vi is in her usual place, a subway bar called “The Rusty Forge”, known for its underground fights and noisy clientele. She is drinking something cheap, with her fists clenched and her gaze lost in her glass, trying not to think about everything that torments her.

Suddenly, a small commotion develops in a corner of the bar. Someone is trying to talk to you which you don't seem to respond to. Vi, from her seat, watches curiously as the other person begins to lose patience.

The stranger seems very, very impatient with you, "Hey, I'm talking to you, I told you it's ten coins, not five! Are you listening or what? " The stranger's arrogant tone and attitude makes Vi raise an eyebrow. While you look a little uncomfortable but try to stay calm and try to explain.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you right. Could you... repeat that?" The stranger snorts, visibly annoyed, and raises his voice in an exaggerated manner. "What's in your ears, you Zaun filth! Do you or don't you want this! I don't have all day."

That's enough for Vi to intervene. She rises from her seat in her typical defiant manner, dropping a few coins on the table and walking towards them with a smirk. "Hey, genius, why don't you try talking like a person instead of a jerk? Maybe then they'll understand you."

The stranger turns to Vi, clearly irritated. "What's it to you? This has nothing to do with you."

Vi crosses her arms, leaning slightly toward the stranger. "Oh, I care because I can't enjoy my drink if there's some idiot screaming like he's missing something in his head. So why don't you beat it before we have to settle this...my way?"

The stranger grunts something unintelligible, but decides to retreat under Vi's intense gaze. Once he leaves, Vi turns to you , her tone relaxing a bit. "Are you okay? That guy looked like a complete idiot."

Although you feel the embarrassment in you, you don't hesitate to thank her and say, "Yes, thank you. Everything is fine now. It's not easy to understand people with so much noise."

៚Vi tilts her head, interested. Noticing that you seem sincere but a bit tired. She decides to stay a moment longer, it wouldn't hurt to meet new people. It's worth noting that she notices something is different about you, but doesn't mention it right away. Instead of asking questions, she prefers to let time reveal it. To her, differences are not something strange in Zaun; everyone has their quirks.

៚ So, of course Vi decides to stay a while longer to make sure they don't bother you again. In the meantime, the two of you start talking. She says, noticing how your head leans closer to listen to her, "So, what are you doing down here? This doesn't seem like the kind of place for someone..... I don't know, like you."

You chuckle softly. "What kind of place is it, just for guys with tattoos and people who yell a lot? "

Vi gives you a small smile and continues, "Kind of. And you don't yell a lot, do you? "

you reply shaking your head but amused. "No, but it sounds like you do. It's not a bad thing though. Thanks to you, I heard you running at that guy."

Vi laughs, surprised by your response. This piques her interest even more, as she didn't expect to find someone so... quiet with a sense of humor amidst the chaos of Zaun. But before you take your leave, Vi notices that you seem a little unsure of yourself in the bustling environment of the bar. On impulse, she pulls out a pair of gloves she had hanging from her belt, worn but functional, and tosses them on the table in front of you.

"Take it as advice: if someone else bothers you, give them a good whack. If you need someone to show you how to do it .... well, you know where to find me."

You're surprised but take the gloves with a grateful smile. "Thanks, but I don't think I can hit as hard as you."

Vi laughs "No one can. But you don't need to be me to defend yourself. Although, if you want to learn, give me a couple of days. I'm bored of training alone."

៚After that night, Vi decides to look for more reasons to return to “The Rusty Forge.” Not for the fights, not for the cheap booze, but for the chance to cross paths again with someone who unknowingly gave her some peace in the midst of the chaos.

៚Vi, despite being extroverted, has an empathetic side that leads her to take an interest in others. At first, she communicates with you casually, although she quickly realizes that she has to adjust her tone or repeat things so that you can understand her better. Far from becoming impatient, this awakens her protective and patient side. "Didn't you hear me? Hey, it's okay, I'll say it again. 'You, what are you doing around here at this hour? Zaun is no place to walk alone, you know.' "

Seeing that you're somewhat embarrassed by your hearing difficulty, Vi adds with a teasing but friendly smile, "Don't worry. I didn't hear when Claggor was talking to me while I was eating either . Maybe you just have high standards of attention."

This breaks the ice and makes you feel comfortable next to her.

៚Vi's first gesture, is more of actions, not words. So, Vi is not the type to try to "fix" people or ask invasive questions. Instead, she shows her interest by helping without asking. For example, if she notices that you don't hear someone shout your name, she becomes your personal interpreter, shouting back or reaching out to relay the message.

Vi says, "Look, the next time someone tries to talk to you from across Zaun, tell me. My voice can cover this whole damn town.". This starts to become a recurring joke between the two of them.

៚Vi is someone who thinks fast and acts even faster, which can sometimes be a challenge for you what sometimes you need clarity in instructions. However, this leads to the two of you developing a sort of "language of your own". Vi might come up with simple gestures for things like "watch out", "follow me", or even "knock first, ask me later". Says Vi "See this? Two fingers in the air means we have to get the hell out of here fast. Three means 'hit 'em with everything.' Easy, right?" This makes them an effective team in Zaun's dangerous situations.

៚Vi is quick to note that, although you are hard of hearing, you also have skills that impress her. Perhaps it's the way you pay attention to small details, your ability to stay calm under pressure, your critical thinking even. "You know, not many people make it down here, let alone with everything stacked against them. But you... you're something special. Either that, or you're as stubborn as I am."

៚Vi has a protective nature, and when she sees someone treating you impatiently because of your hearing difficulty, she can't help but intervene. "What part of 'speak louder' didn't you understand? Do you want me to write it down for you? No, wait, you'd better get it tattooed on your forehead." Although you could try to calm her down, Vi isn't the type to let these things go easily.

៚Vi is fiercely loyal, and that translates into total devotion to you . No matter what happens, she's willing to stand up to anyone to protect you. "If anyone dares to mess with you, you let me know. Or better yet, don't even bother; I'll already be there before they can try."

៚Vi is not someone who plans things carefully. Everything in his life happens impulsively and passionately, and asking you to be his partner would be no exception. While she may try to disguise her nerves with humor or sarcasm, her intentions are clear: she wants to take the next step because she knows how much you mean to her.

The night is less chaotic than usual. You and Vi are in one of her favorite places in Zaun: perhaps a rooftop where you can watch the twinkling lights of the city, or a quiet corner near an abandoned factory where the noise isn't so overwhelming. It's one of those rare moments when Vi lets her guard down, and you can see her as she is, without masks or barriers. Vi has been thinking about this for days. Though she's never been good with words, she knows she can't stay quiet much longer. She runs a hand through her hair, clearly nervous, as she tries to find the right way to say what she feels.

Vi breaks the silence in a manner typical of her: with a seemingly casual comment, "You know, I've been thinking...and that's dangerous, I know. But listen, because this is important."

Curiosity overcomes you and you turn to her with a smile. Vi takes a deep breath and decides to cut to the chase. "You're the only person in this damn place that makes me want to be better. And I'm not saying I want to change who I am, because, well, I'm perfect just the way I am..." He pauses for a moment, clearly joking to ease the tension. "But with you... I don't know, everything's different. Less complicated. And I think I like that too much to ignore." Vi starts to lose a little control of her usual confidence. She knows what she wants to say, but the words don't come out the way she planned in her head. "What I mean is.... well, you know. I like you. No, that's an understatement. I like you a lot. Like, a lot-a lot. And I wanted to know if... uh..."

As for you, you wait patiently, clearly enjoying watching Vi get flustered for once. Vi, frustrated with herself, folds her arms and lets out a nervous laugh. "For the love of Zaun, are you going to make me say all this by myself or what? What I want is for you to be my partner, okay? There it is. I said it. Happy? "

៚and of course you reply positively, Vi lets out a sigh of relief, and her expression immediately softens. She regains some of her usual confidence, though you can still tell how much this moment means to her. "I knew you'd say yes. Who could resist this?" she smiles with that mixture of arrogance and warmth that characterizes her. Then she leans toward you, looking at you directively.

"You know? This means we're going to be the toughest team in Zaun now. I can't wait to brag about you. Sure, don't tell anyone, but you're probably the best decision I've made in years."

៚So after that, she won't hesitate to throw herself at you, thirsty for physical contact. She won't be shy, if she wants to kiss you or touch you. She will.

៚Vi is not the type to express her love with sweet words all the time, but she has very clear ways to show you how much she cares about you, like casual touches: she always finds an excuse to touch you in a casual way, whether it's putting a hand on your shoulder or placing her arm behind your waist, or she just places her hands on your waist.

"I don't know if you know this, but I like to keep you close. So don't move too far away."

៚Vi uses humor as a way to keep the relationship light and fun.

" You know what? If one day you want to ignore me, just pretend you didn't hear me. But I warn you: I'm stubborn. I won't shut up so easily."

៚If you forget something she said because you didn't hear it, Vi always turns it into a joke to diffuse the situation. "Don't worry. Most of the things I say don't make sense anyway. But this time, listen to me carefully: I love you."

[wafflexdguy]

angst and fluff about main toons (separate) was trying to find reader after the run ended and they saw toons was freaking out about something and main toons (separate) get confused so they try to get through to them to know why they are freaking out until they saw reader Body in Goob arms and get them in horror so they ask Goob what happened to reader so Goob explained that reader lost their leg and they was closer to die by twisted pebble but lucky that he was there to save reader in right time before twisted pebble can kill them and now reader was unconscious after what happened because blood loss.

after what happened…. Main toons (separate) are now take care reader because reader can’t walk without their two legs and reader was not allowed go runs anymore because after what happened… they can’t lost reader.. they just can’t..

I know it’s was lot but I can’t help myself but to write it because I can’t stop thinking about idea from my mind and it’s happened lot if I don’t think first so I hope you like this question that I had.

So tl;dr: What if you were paralyzed? One leg short, basically.

Broken Branch

For this scenario, you're using crutches because why not. And this whole scenario takes place maybe a month after you lost your legs since their reactions would be more or less the same as end of abuse, just without the staff abuse. Protective/defensive/passive, etc.

Assuming you're in a relationship.

Doesn't feature Holiday Toons.

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Astro

"O-Oh, maybe you shouldn't come on this run with us..."

He's kind of stressed, you could say. Which is fair, considering the circumstances. His best friend is keeping something from him; his main place of employment fired him while he was still in the building and now the love of his life is paralyzed for life.

The thing is, his main schedule doesn't change much. Sure, you can't go on runs with him anymore even if you for some reason insist you can as an extractor. He refuses to let you, obviously but other than that, his life outside the Ichor operation hasn't changed much.

Astro still occasionally takes naps with you; you're still moving at the same pace he is both literally and mentally and your relationship hasn't changed as a result of the incident. All things considered, things are weirdly normal for him. For you?

It might be depressing for you, to which he can understand. You can't move at the same pace you used to and can't do the same things you used to. Assuming you still want to do something that has you constantly active, he'll refer you to Yatta.

...Wait, maybe he shouldn't do that.

Nothing really comes to mind in terms of keeping you active, which probably isn't surprising considering his nature and... hobbies. Book club might be a good substitute for you! He typically goes there occasionally, so it might work for you too if you haven't been there already!

If that doesn't work for you, he's out of options. The best he can do for you is just refer you to books without the book club. If that somehow works for you, reading it out loud is usually enough for him to fall asleep. It's a nice way to unwind.

Dandy

"If it isn't my favorite assistant!"

"And your only assistant."

"Still!"

This dude is the only person corrupted by capitalism in a major way in this game. At least other shopkeepers don't get pissed when toons don't pay them, this dude does. You can bet your sweet bippy that he's going to somehow someway put you to work.

Obviously, he's not heartless. The first few weeks after you were paralyzed he was panicking on how to deal with the situation. Having a secret to keep, a shop to run and now a partner who can't run by themselves or at all is very much problematic and stressful. That being said, Dandy is trying his best.

That being said, you're his new shop assistant now! Your job sometimes is literally just 'Stay there and look cute, hehe!' It's a hardworking job! That being said, if he legitimately needs something he'll ask you to get something at your own pace. It's mostly when he's restocking shelves or stock at his elevator shop.

He often makes comments to other toons about how you're unable to do some things that other toons may rely on you for. For example, if you were really strong before and were able to move things around easily, he would make comments like: "Yep, wish someone was able to help with that!" Or "Sorry, friend. I'm afraid they can't help you with that with uh... their condition."

He's way, way more patient with you than he was before. When before he may have gotten slightly frustrated when you fumbled on something or made a mistake, he would let out a sigh and just ask you not to do something like that again. Now, he doesn't even make a peep when that happens. He just shrugs, fixes whatever was messed up and move on without so much as a twitch in his smile.

If you even so much as suggest about going on a run, he just laughs and attempts to shift the conversation to something else. Hey, have you seen how cute Pebble is acting right now? Hey, look at this lost episode he found! He's terrified of you going on a run in your condition and actively discourages you from thinking about it. If for some insane reason you decide to go anyway against his perfectly reasonable advice, conveniently his shops closed!

Because he's going on the run with you. With an extra surplus of healing items!

Shelly

"Would you like to... read about dinosaurs...?"

Shelly's not really the toon with a plan. She doesn't have a perfect to your predicament (to be fair all the toons don't either) so she's just constantly suggesting listening to facts about dinosaurs with the occasional mix-up of sewing.

She tries, she really does. She just isn't that creative when it comes to you, at least she doesn't think so. She's open to hobbies so things that you may be interested in may be something she's interested in. In that scenario, she's constantly suggesting that instead. Of course she'll put a dino spin on it, but it's still there!

Tragically, she goes too fast for you sometimes. I imagine that she often runs ahead of you whenever she's excited to do activities mentioned previously. She actively tries to not do that but sometimes she can't. It's not too big of an issue, you wouldn't think but maybe you would.

Sometimes, she likes to just rest with you. It reminds her that someone is really counting on her and not just constantly ignoring her or just barely acknowledging her existence. She takes it as her own moment to wind down and the same goes for you, hopefully. It's those times in which she admits to things she wouldn't otherwise, like how she sometimes hates how she's ignored all the time.

She's loud about how she doesn't like how some people ask you to do things that you likely won't be able to do, like go and run to get something for them or lifting something for them. It's those moments where Shelly outright calls them out loud and proud. Her protectiveness over you shows no bounds when it comes to those situations.

Sprout

"You can come help me and Cosmo bake later... if you want."

Two guesses on what he would do in this scenario.

If you chose baking, yeah but that's not all it's limited to. Things that Cosmo is dragged into typically means that Sprout isn't far behind. More than likely, you're dragged into those too like Teagen's tea party or just generally hanging out. It's fun, they think.

He tries to give you the space you need and the company you want whenever you need it. Especially in this condition where you may want some time to cope alone or to cope with someone you majorly trust with your life. Speaking of; cupcakes can't heal this. Kind of weird how that works.

He tries to divert your attention to other things like something Cosmo baked that day or sometimes letting you tug on his scarf when you're feeling icky or vent when you're feeling sickly. He's trying to do a lot for you for one real reason: He feels guilty.

I've already said this in the phobia thing, but Sprout feels extremely guilty that he let himself let his guard down long enough for you of all people to get majorly negatively affected by all of this. Of course, it's not his fault and you should make sure to remind him of that.

He stresses over the things that you may honestly find trivial. Did you get your daily intake of water today? Do you have everything you need? You do, obviously but it's kind of funny in some ways to see him stress over the things you already have handled. And exhausting at the same time, but maybe you don't mention that.

I don't need to say this, but he constantly checks up on you. Mostly to see how you're doing mentally because he knows physical danger is unlikely, but he just needs to know you're okay. Your important to him, he doesn't want to lose you.

Vee

"And featuring our next contestant...!"

Vee just flat out treats you like everyone else she would. Well, more specifically she treats you the exact same way she did before you had a leg go away. Her reasoning behind that is that it might get overwhelming for you to be treated differently than you did just because you lost a leg. This obviously can vary depending on who you are, but it's a the approach she goes with. At least as of current.

She flat out says no on you going on runs with everyone else. "Hey, can I come with-"

"No."

"...But-"

"No."

She constantly invites you to her gameshows, unsurprisingly. 50% because she wants to take your mind off of the missing part of you and the other 50% to keep an eye on you and making sure you're okay. Both mentally and physically and boy does she make sure you're okay mentally.

Holes in the wall have been made when technology threw seafood through a wall, leaving tissue boxes in tears. Truly a tragic story when you figure out why the sea food was thrown into/through the wall. So many messes to clean up.

Either way, Vee constantly reminds you to let you know if you need anything at all. Except for water for obvious reasons, she legitimately went on a run just to grab a book that was in the library inhabited by Twisteds because she couldn't find one that was in the local library in the Gardenview Center. She didn't tell you about it, likely leaving you confused on why she took so long getting a book.

She tries to be there for you, especially if/when you're crying about the obvious, she's there. Not exactly the best at saying the right things, but it's often good enough that you can get the message in what she's trying to say. She genuinely tries to make you feel better by joking or by taking your mind off it in general. Not the best, but she tries.

She often plays music through her speakers (that are in her head trust) that's often calm music to help you unwind. She does this even before the incident, but she does it a lot more because obviously. She doesn't mind, it helps her unwind too. Gives her time to think, and give you time to feel calm. Collectively, it gives you both time to enjoy each other's company.

[summer-nights19]

Hello^^! I was wondering how would GoM (seperately) react to y/n being stalked online/offline by a friend she made and thought was good but she was mistaken....?

Sure Anon :) enjoyy

GoM react to a creepy online friend

cw: mentions of catcalling/sexual harassment/nice-guyness

You'd first met him online, through a mutual acquaintance. He'd started talking to you and pretty soon, you guys became good friends. You had a lot in common both on and off the internet, and talking to him felt very easy. Before you knew it, you'd opened up to him about your personal life and your struggles - he was always there to comfort you, to listen. It never even crossed your mind that he could have ulterior intentions, despite your boyfriend constantly being very wary of the whole situation. One day, you'd decided to meet up at a local cafe to hang out in person. However, it didn't go quite like you'd expected...

Akashi

Akashi had been skeptical of your "friend" from the very beginning. Why would you need guy friends ? And online ones at that ? He'd always had a feeling that this guy was a creep, but you'd played it off as him being jealous. This was the same guy who would act weird any time you so much as mentioned another man

You didn't tell him about the meeting because you already knew how he'd react, so you just came up with an excuse about meeting a friend at a cafe to study

When you got there, you'd felt a little nervous, and that feeling only got worse when you heard someone wolf whistling behind you. You turned around, ready to give them a piece of your mind, before realising that you recognised that face. It was the one in the profile picture of the friend you'd been texting for months. Your heart quickly sank as you realised you'd made a mistake

He was still ogling you and getting all up in your personal space while making lude comments when the door to the cafe slammed open. A moment later, your "friend" was on his knees and you were looking into your boyfriend's crimson eyes

"Let's get out of here, Y/N. Living trash like this doesn't deserve to even breathe the same air as you,".

Still shaking, you followed him out of the little cafe and into the city streets. You'd walked in silence for a few minutes before you allowed the tears to spill.

"Akashi, I'm so sorry. I lied to you and put myself in danger all because I was too stupid to-"

Akashi wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you fiercely before you could finish your sentence. Although you were still shaking slightly, you felt yourself growing hot.

"That guy being a degenerate is in no way your fault. I'll always protect you, Y/N. I look after what's mine," he wiped your tears away with a smooth finger and you allowed yourself to smile despite everything. As Akashi interlinked your arm with his own and led you through the street back home, you realised that even though you still felt shaken, you would be ok with him by your side.

Aomine

He was skeptical at first (partially due to possessiveness - why did you need to be texting some guy online when you had him ?) but, when you told him about the meetup, he didn't want to be too controlling and say no. It was your life after all, and he wanted you to have good friends

So he agreed, but only on the condition that he could come and make sure you were safe. Although you were reluctant at first, claiming he was being overprotective, you caved in eventually, and the two of you set off together to meet your friend

When you finally got to the park you'd agreed to meet at, you recognised him immediately from his profile picture and waved at him. Your stomach started to churn a bit when he walked up to you with a suggestive smirk, eyeing you up like a starved man would a three course meal

He reached out his arms for a hug, but before he could even touch you, Aomine ran up to him and punched him square in the jaw

"She's mine, so keep your hands to yourself," He said, while grabbing the guy's shirt and shoving him to the ground. "Don't come near her unless you want a broken bone,"

And with that, Aomine wrapped his arm around your waist and led you away, leaving the guy knocked out cold on the floor

Kise

He was pretty chill about the idea of you having an online friend at first, but he got a little jealous when you started mentioning meeting up - was he not enough for you?

All the same, he didn't want to come across as insecure, so he said yes anyway when you told him about the meetup

However, he told you you could call him if your friend turned out to be weird

As you arrived at the mall you two had decided to meet at, you were convinced that Kise was just being paranoid, so you took your seat on a bench in the food court to wait. A couple of minutes later, your "friend" showed up with a small box in his hand and wearing a massive smirk on his face.

"Y/N ? You're even prettier in real life ! Here, I got you something to celebrate our first date !" He thrust the box at you, his smirk growing even wider.

Your stomach dropped and it took all your energy not to visibly cringe. It appeared that he'd fundamentally misunderstood the situation - you already had a boyfriend ! And, even if Kise hadn't been in your life, you couldn't have said yes to a guy you felt no romantic attraction towards.

"Sorry, I think you misunderstood the situation," you said as evenly as you could. "I don't like you like that,". As you were speaking, you gently returned the small velvet box, placing it in his hands.

"What do you mean ? So you led me on only to reject me ? Why do women always think they can do this ?! Especially to nice guys like-,"

His little monologue was cut off by your phone ringing loudly. You gave him an apologetic smile and picked up, breathing a sigh of relief when you saw Kise's name flash on your screen.

"Hey, what's up ?" you asked, trying to keep your voice as calm possible.

"I had a feeling that the meeting might not be going well, so I decided to check up on you, Y/N-cchi". Hearing his concerned voice brought you close to crying tears of gratitude

"Yes, I didn't realise you'd need my help with that. I'll get there immediately," you replied, hoping he'd get the hint. The guy next to you was frowning more and more with each sentence.

"See you at mine in 20," Kise said before you hung up and looked at your "friend" apologetically.

"Sorry, my friend's in a difficult situation and I need to go help them as quickly as possible," you stumbled over your words, muttering another apology before running in the direction of the exit, leaving your pursuer frozen in astonishment behind you.

Murasakibara

When you first mentioned your friend, he was not thrilled - not just because he was jealous of all your guy friends (something he routinely denied) but because he thought that this guy probably had dubious intentions

This was why you decided not to tell him about it when you went to meet up with your friend at a cafe after school one day - you'd made up some excuse about needing to go home early to study and rushed off as soon as the bell had gone

By the time you'd reached the cafe, he was already there waiting for you on a loveseat next to the window

As soon as you sat down next to him, he put his arm around your shoulder and let his leg graze your own. You started to panic, trying to move away from him, but he only tightened his grip and smiled at you. Suddenly, the door to the cafe slammed open and Murasakibara and Himuro came in heading straight for the counter.

"Atsushi !" You called out to him before you'd even realised what you were doing. He often came here just before practice to buy snacks, and you were insanely grateful you'd forgotten that detail

He turned around, his expression quickly changing from surprised to furious as he saw how close your "friend" was to you, despite the fact that you were clearly trying to get away. Fuming left his spot in the queue and strode to your table, before grabbing the guy's shirt and slamming him on the floor. Although you normally weren't one to endorse violence of any kind, you were very glad to be free of him.

"Let's get out of here," he said, taking your hand in his considerably larger one.

"B-but don't you have practice ?" you stuttered, still shaken by the ordeal.

"Fuck that. I'm all yours tonight,"

Midorima

Midorima was jealous as soon as you mentioned your new friend even though he tried his best to hide it. It was very unbecoming after all, and he'd hate for you to think he was insecure

However, as soon as you mentioned meeting up with this guy, he said that he'd be coming along just to make sure you were safe

Although you thought it was unnecessary, you agreed in an attempt to pacify him, so you two set off together for the library you were supposed to be meeting him at.

He recognised you as soon as you entered. However, his expression quickly morphed into a scowl when he saw another guy standing next to you and staring him down.

"Who's that next to you, Y/N ? Why have you brought another man ?" He asked, gritting his teeth. You could tell that this had probably been a bad idea.

"Oh ! This is my boyfriend, Shintaro. I thought it would be fun to hang out all together," you said, pasting a smile on your face and trying to inject enthusiasm on your voice. However, Midorima was having none of it.

"I had long suspected your intentions to be disingenuous, and now I can say with certainty that they are. Now leave. I'm trying to take my girlfriend on a date,".

You looked at Midorima. If looks could kill, your "friend" would have been out cold on the floor.

"Alright man. It's not worth it just for some hoe anyway," he'd said the last part under his breath, but he hadn't been quiet enough. Midorima tripped him up as he was heading for the exit, before looking down at him with a disgusted frown.

"I suggest that, unless you want more serious "accidents" to happen, you stay away from Y/N and keep your mouth closed,"

Before your "friend" even had time to reply, Midorima put his hand on the small of your back and led you away, looking back over his shoulder to make sure that the idiot had actually left

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