#woah my english is looking worse

[cottagedreamy]

New ocs!!

I've been on the WHA fandom for too long, and i'm really happy to create my own ocs for this universe! I'll make their own lore, but all you need to know it's that they're best friends from different schools and teachers.

I have no idea for names for the bird girl, but the sun boy is called Apollino!

Translation:

-Pointed hat witch

-Design based on a brazillian hummingbird species

-Has hyperactivity, talks fast

-Special magic: She can combine velocity and fly magic on the shoes, so she can fly really fast

[sanaexus]

social's as shidou's girlfriend

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yourusername: i feel bad for rin this mf don't even go easy on his on girl

tagged: shiidoryu

shiidoryu: they say all is fair in war and love ↳itoshi_sae: it's love and war fucking idiot ↳shiidoryu: you love me 🥺👉👈 ↳yourusername: mate IN MY FUCKING COMMENTS? ↳shiidoryu: you're saving as if i don't eat that pussy every night ↳yourusername: blocked. reported. I FUCKING HATE YOU??? ↳chigi.who: woah guys maybe like don't do that here??

nikkoki: why the last image. ↳yourusername: why not 🙁 ↳megubachi: for gits and shiggles 🥰 ↳rin.itoshi: that's not the fucking quote?? ↳megubachi: and you're not the best striker so stafu ↳rin.itoshi: TAJTS SO UNNNESCARY?? ↳isaichii: look at rin finally genz-ing w the spelling errors and capital letters ↳hiyori: feels like yesterday he was js a little baby ↳megubachi: they grow up too fast ↳rin.itoshi: you guys are my 13th reason.

shiidoryu: si 💔you💔won't💔mention💔the💔part💔where💔i💔 bought💔you💔icecream💔and 💔then💔talked💔sjit💔ab 💔your💔ex💔 ↳yourusername: and you're not gonna mention the part where we had the bet who could swing the fastest and i won bc you fell on your butt and felt like you were ab to throw up so you HAD to get me icecream? ↳shiidoryu: #donttakltomeiamdespressed #betryaedbymyowngf #emo ↳karasu_tabito: HE FELL ON HIS ASS? DO YOU HAVE THE RECORDING I'LL PAY FOR IT ↳yourusername: bet how much we talking? ↳karasu_tabito: enough to buy another shidou prolly ↳yourusername: check your dms ↳eita.otoya: are we buying people from the black market ↳kenyu.yukimiya: no we are not the fuck?

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shiidoryu: i actually do love my girl and i don't always act gay

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julian.loki: "i actually do love my girl" proceeds to try to throw her into a garbage can ↳mikka.kaiser: fucking dustbin you mean? ↳hiyori: OH MY GOD U REMIND ME AB LINDASY FROM MY 4TH GRADE CLASS WHO USED TO NITPICK ON EVERYONE FOR THERE ENGLISH ↳mikka.kaiser: their* ↳isaichii: stfu it's called a trashcan ↳kuniisuke: i think we're straying off topic BC THAT'S A WHOLE AHH HUMAN THAT'S GOING TO BE PUT ON A FUCKING DUSTBIN ↳mikka.kaiser: in* ↳oliver.aikyu: i swear to fucking god i will ↳alexis.ness: nuh uh ↳yourusername: MAN KUNIGAMI AND OLIVER THE ONLY REAL ONES FR ↳oliver.aiku: we gotchu girl ↳kuniisuke: second that except in a less gay manner ↳julian.loki: SHE'S BEING PUT IN TRASH. ↳rin.itoshi: she's fine. shidou has that trash tan all the time ↳megubachi: i think she's okay considering how ego roams around with that garbage ahh haircut ↳isaichii: that trash can't be worse than igaguri's football skills, she's fine ↳mikka.kaiser: YOU SAID FOOTBALL THANK FUCKING YOU ↳shiidoryu: you're fucking him?

user1: ignoring the second picture the one is actually so cute like 🌷🧚‍♀️💅🎀💕✨‼💯 ↳yourusername: lyt cutie ↳shiidoryu: YOU NEVER EVEN CALL ME CUTE? ↳yourusername: go stare at sae's ass or something ↳itoshi_sae: no don't do that don't stare at my ass ↳yourusername: jokes aside he was actually nice to me in that picture (he didn't try throwing me off) ↳user2: something in that sentence makes me think she got thrown off a swing far too many times ↳shiidoryu: in my defense she keeps putting tomatoes in my sandwhich ↳yourusername: you look like one don't blame me

karasu_tabito: did he fall on his butt this time? ↳yourusername: he was careful bc i was sitting on his lap ↳eita.otoya: shidou in his softie green flag era? ↳yourusername: what if he's actually doing this to gain my trust and like gives me off to some kidnapper ↳nikkoki: bffr rn he would probably BE the kidnapper ↳shiidoryu: yeah what if I AM the kidnapper

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yourusername: he isn't always an asshole <3

tagged: shiidoryu

chigi.who: the last picture?? ↳yourusername: my life goals right there ↳yourusername: shidou that better be us when we grow up ↳shiidoryu: that already IS us ↳yourusername: are you called me a 73.8 year old grandma? ↳shiidoryu: IN MY DEFENSE IM CALLING MY SELF A GRANDPA TOO

aryu.jubei: your hair is very ✨glam✨drop the hair care routine (did he try to yank your hair?) ↳yourusername: check dms ↳yourusername: SURPRISNGLY NO?? HE WAS ACTUALLY REALLY NICE TODAY?? ↳shiidoryu: i'm always nice baby ↳yourusername: yeah to your side chicks ↳shiidoryu: YOU are the side chick, sae is ml ↳yourusername: oh fuck you what does that man have other than thick thighs, a thick ass and an ass attitude ↳itoshi_sae: what do i not have ↳yourusername: proper relationship with your family ↳itoshi_sae: fuck off

shiidoryu: you look pretty ↳yourusername: ily im gonna go cry ↳shiidoryu: DON'T CRY WHY ARE YOU CRYING NOW I COMPLIMENTED YOU ↳yourusername: THAT'S THE THING YOI COMPLIMENTED ME ↳shiidoryu: wajt

user3: she looks so pretty and happy in the second pic. shidou you better watch out, i'm in your walls ↳shiidoryu: my walls are nasty, what if my dead hamsters are there ↳yourusername: MY TEIGO. I BOUGHT IT TO YOUR HOUSE AND IT JS DESPAWNED ↳shiidoryu: I'M SORRY

user4: when a zesty ass loving thigh loving (man loving) tomato looking demon who kicks balls around and pick fight w emo boys can pull ↳yourusername: my dms are open for u ↳shiidoryu: no they're not ↳oliver.aiku: how much we betting that he's gonna go make 15 accounts to spam y/n dms ↳isaichii: betting a whole ahh bachira ↳megubachi: WHY ARE U BETTING ME OFF??? ↳chigi.who: betting my other acl ↳kuniisuke: HELP WHAT?? ↳kenyu.yukimiya: betting my already shit vision ↳nagi.seishiro: my gaming console ↳reo.miikage: my entire networth ↳itoshi_sae: my abibas sponsorship ↳user5: ABIBAS 🔥🔥💯💯🔛🔝🗣🗣 ↳rin.itoshi: betting off my brother ↳itoshi_sae: what

welllll that took a lot longer than it should have buttt here you go shidou simps i had fun writing this ig sorta maybe kinda idk

[rose24207]

could you please do more nerd lando? maybe the reader goes on a holiday with family and the bullying gets bad again without her and when she returns he’s really down and upset?

Nothings new

Summary: Lando, overwhelmed by relentless bullying and emotional strain, reaches a breaking point, leading to a heartbreaking breakdown where he finally allows himself to cry and lean on you for comfort.

Genre: Nerd!Lando, angst, fluff

TW: bullying, mental health, breakdown, overthinking

A/N: woah… that’s a heavy one. If there is someone out there being bullied don’t be afraid to reach out to someone and open up. Even if you feel like nothing can change your situation you’re currently in, don’t shut your loved ones out. You can even send me a messages if you want to talk about it.

English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

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Lando sat at the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the alarm clock as it blared in the quiet room. The digital numbers flickered in a hypnotic rhythm, but they didn’t matter. The world outside his bedroom felt distant, unimportant. The walls of his small room had always been his sanctuary, but lately, even the safety of his own space felt suffocating.

The only sound in the room was the buzzing of his phone. It vibrated on the desk, a message from you. You had told him the night before that you’d be gone for a few days, away on a short holiday with your family. It wasn’t a big trip, just a break to get away for a while. But to Lando, it felt like an eternity. It had been difficult enough to face school every day, but now… now he was left to face it without you.

He reached for his phone, the screen lighting up as he unlocked it.

“I miss you already! I hope you have a great day! Don’t forget to take care of yourself!”

A small smile tugged at Lando’s lips, but it faded almost as quickly as it appeared. You were always so kind to him, always checking in, always making him feel like someone actually cared. But now, you were gone, and he was alone. He had to make it through the next few days without you, without the one person who truly understood him.

His hand shook as he typed a reply, though he barely registered the words as they appeared on the screen.

“Thanks. It’s fine, just school stuff.”

He didn’t want to tell you the truth. He didn’t want to worry you, didn’t want to burden you with his problems when you were miles away, living your life. So, he said nothing about the bullying, the constant humiliation, the suffocating feeling of being invisible to everyone around him. He didn’t want to tell you how empty he felt, how terrifying it was to face the day without you by his side.

But deep down, he knew it was going to be harder than usual. Without you, Lando felt like he had no anchor. He was adrift, trying to keep his head above water, but the weight of everything—the teasing, the cruel comments, the feeling of never being good enough—was starting to crush him.

Lando rubbed his face with both hands, trying to shake off the fog in his mind. He wasn’t sure what was worse: waking up to the same pain day after day or the fact that he had become numb to it.

He moved through his morning routine on autopilot—brushing his teeth, throwing on his clothes, and glancing at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

His reflection looked like a stranger. The hollow eyes, the skin that had lost its color, the thinness of his frame—everything about him screamed broken. He ran his fingers through his messy hair, barely recognizing himself anymore. He looked like the ghost of who he used to be, but he didn’t care enough to fix it.

He grabbed his backpack and dragged his feet down the stairs. His mother was in the kitchen, humming softly as she made breakfast. Her presence was warm, but it felt like a distant comfort he couldn’t fully reach. She glanced up when she saw him.

“Lando, sweetheart, you look exhausted. Did you sleep okay?”

He gave her a small smile, the same smile he gave everyone else. It was fake, but it worked for now. “Yeah, just tired from schoolwork, I guess.”

She didn’t seem convinced, but she didn’t press further.

She never did.

She was too used to his evasions, to his distance. It was a language they both spoke, but neither of them fully understood.

Lando sat down at the table, picking at his food as his mother continued bustling around the kitchen. She glanced over at him occasionally, concern flickering in her eyes.

He hated it.

Hated the way she looked at him like she knew something was wrong but didn’t have the answers to fix it.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked softly, a quiet plea in her voice.

But Lando couldn’t talk about it. Not to her. Not to anyone. How could he explain that the very air around him felt suffocating? That the moment he stepped outside of this house, he felt like prey?

That every day, he was reduced to nothing but the punchline of cruel jokes, the target of every sneer, every whispered insult? He couldn’t. No one understood.

He shook his head. “I’m fine, Mom. Really.”

She sighed, walking over and squeezing his shoulder gently. “I know you’re strong, Lando, but don’t shut me out, okay? Please. I’m here.”

He nodded absently, his throat tightening. He wanted to say something, wanted to tell her just how bad it was, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not because he didn’t want her to know, but because saying it out loud would make it too real.

So, he finished his breakfast in silence and left the house, the door closing softly behind him as he stepped out into the cold morning air.

The walk to school was long. Lando didn’t mind the physical distance—it was the emotional distance he struggled with. He didn’t belong here, not among these people who couldn’t see him for who he was, but only for what they assumed him to be.

The quiet, awkward kid. The one who always sat alone. The one who didn’t fit in.

When he stepped through the school gates, the weight of the world seemed to settle on his shoulders. His stomach churned with anxiety. The laughter, the voices of his classmates, it all felt so loud, so invasive. Everyone else was so full of life, so effortless in their confidence, and Lando was just… there. Invisible.

The first bell rang, and Lando made his way to his first class, head down, shoulders hunched. He always sat at the back of the classroom, as far away from everyone as possible. But that didn’t stop them from noticing him.

As he took his seat, a sharp whisper reached his ears.

“Look at Lando, he looks like a ghost today.”

Lando didn’t dare look up. The words stung, but he had long since learned to shut out the noise. He kept his eyes on his desk, his fingers digging into the wood as if it could ground him, make him feel a little less like he was disappearing into thin air.

Then, a loud thud.

Someone had thrown a paper at him, crumpled into a ball and aimed perfectly at the back of his head. He flinched, his heart racing as he slowly turned his head, his stomach dropping when he saw the smirk of Kyle, one of the worst bullies in his grade. Kyle leaned back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with malice.

“Didn’t think you’d notice, did you, Lando?” Kyle sneered. “Guess you’re too busy being a ghost to even care about the real world.”

Lando’s throat tightened. He wanted to say something back, anything to stop Kyle, but the words were stuck. His mouth was dry, his thoughts tangled in a fog. All he could do was stare at the desk in front of him, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his chest, the heavy pressure building behind his eyes.

“You know, I’ve always wondered…” Kyle continued, his voice dripping with mockery, “how you manage to look so miserable all the time. Does it take practice?”

The laughter from the other students around him cut through him like a knife. Lando’s hands trembled, and he gripped the edge of his desk so tightly his knuckles turned white. He just wanted to disappear, to escape to a place where no one could see him, no one could hurt him. But the laughter, the mocking eyes, the cruel words—he couldn’t escape them. They followed him, always there, no matter where he went.

When the lunch bell rang, Lando didn’t go to the cafeteria. The thought of sitting alone at a table while everyone else was surrounded by friends, laughing, talking—it made his stomach turn. So, instead, he wandered the halls, trying to stay out of sight.

But that didn’t stop them from finding him.

Ben, one of the more vocal bullies, approached him as he passed by the bathroom. Ben had a reputation for being ruthless, and he wasted no time reminding Lando of that.

“Hey, freak,” Ben called out, his voice loud enough for a few nearby students to hear. “You’re not going to cry, are you? Not like anyone cares about you.”

Lando flinched, but he didn’t say anything. He never said anything. The words were like a constant hum in the back of his mind, the same old insults, the same old jabs, each one sharper than the last. He felt so small, so insignificant, in the face of it all.

Ben shoved him against the wall, hard enough that Lando’s breath was knocked out of him. He gasped, his hand instinctively reaching for his ribs, but Ben didn’t give him a chance to recover. He leaned in, his face inches from Lando’s, his breath hot and sour.

“You really think anyone would miss you if you disappeared?” Ben sneered. “You’re not even worth bullying anymore. You’re just… nothing.”

Lando’s vision blurred, and for a split second, everything seemed to tilt. The words swirled in his head, louder and louder, until they drowned out everything else. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. His heart hammered in his chest, and his hands shook uncontrollably.

“Pathetic,” Ben muttered before walking away, his laughter trailing behind him like a ghost.

Lando’s knees gave out, and he slid down the wall, his back pressed against it as he tried to steady his breathing. His eyes blurred with unshed tears, but he didn’t let them fall. He couldn’t. Not here. Not in front of anyone.

He was alone. More alone than he had ever felt before.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, each class more excruciating than the last. Lando sat through them in a daze, his mind miles away, his heart too heavy to keep up with the lessons. He was barely aware of the time passing, only that the moments seemed to stretch on forever, each one dragging him deeper into the dark hole that was his mind.

By the time the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Lando was beyond exhausted. His body ached, his head pounded, and the weight in his chest felt unbearable. All he wanted was to go home, to curl up in his bed, and to forget everything that had happened.

But as he walked home, his steps were slow and heavy. He knew that the moment he stepped through the door, the world outside would still be there, waiting for him.

And for the first time in a long time, Lando felt like he couldn’t keep going.

At home, Lando went straight to his room. He laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling, the words from school echoing in his mind. They wouldn’t stop. They never stopped.

“Pathetic.”

“You’re nothing.”

Lando curled up into a ball, pulling his knees to his chest. His body shook with quiet sobs, but no one was there to hear. No one was there to hold him, to tell him it would be okay. He was just… alone.

But that was nothing new.

The only thing that kept him going was the thought of you. He closed his eyes and imagined your voice, your laugh, the warmth of your presence. But even that felt far away now, lost in the distance.

Lando wished more than anything that you were here with him. But he knew you weren’t. You were on your holiday, and he was here, battling the world on his own.

And as the darkness of the evening settled in, Lando felt it all—the crushing weight of his loneliness, the suffocating pressure of the bullies, and the overwhelming sense that he was trapped, with no way out.

You hadn’t been gone long—just a few days, a short family trip—but in Lando’s world, it felt like an eternity. Lando‘s life had been eerily dark without you. You were the person who could always brighten his mood, the one who made the oppressive weight of his world feel a little bit lighter. Without you, there was just silence, broken only by the muffled sounds of him pretending to be fine.

He wasn’t fine.

Not at all.

When you finally walked through the front door, the relief you’d been anticipating was bittersweet. You were home, well Lando’s home and your second one, but the weight in the air felt different. It felt heavier, suffocating, as if something was hanging over the house. You immediately knew something was wrong.

After dropping off your bags in the hallway, you made your way to the kitchen where you found Lando’s mother. She was sitting at the table, her face lined with concern as she folded laundry, but there was an undeniable weariness in her eyes. She looked up as you entered, and her face softened when she saw you.

"Y/n, you're back," she said, standing up and giving you a quick hug. But you noticed how she lingered, like she was unsure whether to tell you something.

“How’s Lando?” you asked, already knowing the answer, but needing to hear it anyway.

Her shoulders slumped slightly, and she looked down at the laundry in her hands. "He's been struggling," she admitted, her voice quieter than usual. “It’s been hard for him lately. He doesn’t talk about it much, but I can see it. He’s barely leaving his room. I think… I think he’s just… really overwhelmed.”

Your stomach twisted. You had been gone for only a few days, but in that time, it seemed like Lando’s world had gotten even darker. Your heart ached, but you didn’t have the words to comfort her. You knew what he was going through, and it was breaking you to think about it.

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I’ll go talk to him. See if he’s okay.”

His mother smiled faintly, though it was clear that she was still worried. “I think he just needs someone. He’s been in his room most of the day. I don’t think he’s had the energy to face anything.”

You gave her a soft smile before walking toward the hallway. The door to Lando’s room was closed, but you didn’t need to knock. You just opened it quietly, knowing he wouldn’t have expected you back so soon.

When you entered, the first thing you noticed was how still everything was. The room was dark, the blinds drawn, the air thick with the weight of silence. Lando was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the floor. He didn’t seem to notice you at first, and for a moment, you just watched him—his hunched shoulders, the deep bags under his eyes, the way he kept his gaze fixed on nothing in particular.

“Lando?” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He stiffened, as if startled, but didn’t look up. “Hey,” he muttered, his voice raw and weak. He didn’t sound like the Lando you knew—the one who always tried to hide his insecurities behind a smile or some quick wit. No, this was a different version. One that didn’t have the energy to pretend.

You stepped closer, feeling a pang in your chest as you saw how worn out he looked. “I’m back,” you said quietly. “How are you? Really.”

“I’m fine,” he replied quickly, but his words didn’t hold the usual conviction. He avoided your gaze, his hands clenched at his sides as if he was trying to hold himself together.

You didn’t believe him. Not for a second. You knew him too well.

“You’re not fine, Lando,” you said, gently sitting beside him on the bed. “You don’t have to hide from me. Not anymore.”

He finally looked up at you, his eyes red and raw, tears still lingering at the corners. His lips trembled, but he quickly looked away, trying to fight the tears. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, barely audible. “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

The admission stung. You could feel the vulnerability in his words, the shame he carried even though there was no reason for him to feel that way. You reached for his hand, taking it gently in yours.

“You don’t have to apologize for this, Lando,” you said softly, squeezing his hand. “You’re allowed to feel whatever you feel. And you don’t have to go through this alone. I’m here.”

The words didn’t seem to reach him. His shoulders shook slightly, and you could see the tremor in his jaw as if he was desperately trying to hold everything together. But the cracks were already showing.

“I just… I just don’t know what to do anymore,” he choked out. His voice was breaking, thick with the weight of everything he had been holding in. “I can’t keep pretending, y/n. It hurts so much.”

Your heart broke for him. You knew he had been struggling with the constant bullying, the isolation, and the pressure to be someone he wasn’t. It was starting to destroy him from the inside, and you couldn’t stand seeing him like this.

He pulled his hand away from yours, rubbing his eyes, trying to push away the tears that kept coming. “I don’t know how to be strong anymore,” he muttered, his voice cracking with the raw emotion he had been bottling up for so long.

You moved closer, wrapping your arms around him before he could pull away. He stiffened at first, but then, slowly, he let himself relax into the embrace. The dam broke. His body shook with the force of his sobs, his head pressed against your shoulder as the flood of emotions poured out. You held him tightly, not saying anything, just letting him cry.

“I’m so sorry,” he sobbed, his voice barely coherent. “I don’t want to be like this. I just want it to stop. I can’t keep doing this.”

You felt his tears soaking through your shirt, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was being there for him, letting him know that it was okay to break, to not have to carry it all on his own anymore. You weren’t going anywhere.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, your voice soft and steady as you held him close. “It’s okay to cry. You don’t have to be strong all the time. I’ve got you. I’ll always be here for you, Lando. Always.”

But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. His sobs only grew louder, more desperate, as if the weight of everything he had been through—everything he had suffered in silence—was finally overwhelming him. He couldn’t hold it back anymore, and you weren’t going to make him.

For what felt like hours, he cried in your arms, each sob tearing through him like it was his last. You didn’t say anything more. You didn’t need to. You knew that he needed this, needed to let it all out, even if it seemed like there was no end to the pain.

Finally, when his cries slowed to soft sniffles, you pulled away just enough to look at him. His eyes were red and swollen, his face streaked with tears, but there was a softness in his expression now. He didn’t look as broken as before, just… exhausted.

“I’m so sorry for dumping all of this on you,” he whispered, his voice still hoarse.

You shook your head, brushing his damp hair back from his forehead. “You don’t have to apologize for anything. I’m here. I’ll always be here, Lando. You’re not alone in this.”

He let out a shaky breath, his shoulders relaxing just a little. Maybe, for the first time in a long while, he felt like he didn’t have to fight to keep it all together. Maybe, for once, he could just be himself—the broken parts and all—and you would still love him, still be there for him.

And that, in that moment, was enough.

Thank you for reading.

[masivechaos]

only you, only us!

── ☆ remus lupin x fem! reader

── ☆ Request: yes / no

── ☆ Synopsis: Remus is in love you with you, but how could you ever feel the same when Sirius exist? He's so perfect and Remus can't help but feel jealous.

── ☆ Warning/content: mention of parties, drinking, kinda making out, my English

── ☆ a.n.: 1.8k words-

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Remus watched as you laughed, he would be smiling if you weren’t laughing with Sirius. Sirius, his best friend on whom he had placed all his trust and told all his insecurities. He had to admit he felt quite betrayed.

He took a long sip of his drink, passing his tongue on his top teeth “Everything’s alright mate?” James said as he came by his side, his eyes following Remus’ stare “Ohh, Y/n, huh?”

Remus groaned “Of course Y/n. But of course, Sirius has to flirt with her” To forget the idea he took another drink. James let out a chuckle, not daring answer to his friend. When Remus was like this talking to him was like talking to a wall. The werewolf settled further on the couch, pouty lips against his glass. “Fuck him,” he groaned. 

“Hey… You don’t think you’re going a little hard on him?” James had to defend the person he considered his brother. “He doesn’t seem to flirt with her. Knowing him, he’d probably be snogging her right now if he liked her.”

Remus knew he was right but he was still angry. “Look at her. She likes him.” James knew it wasn’t true, you told him your crush on Remus but you'd asked him to keep it to himself, he was a good friend and couldn’t betray your trust.

“How do you know?”

“She is looking up at him, biting her lip and laughing at something probably stupid” The full moon wasn’t far which made Remus… mean.

James rolled his eyes “C’mon, that’s maybe the time to make a move, don’t you think?” Remus didn’t answer anything, too stubborn to admit his friend was right. “Moony! You can’t be mad at her for ignoring something you never told her”

Remus rolled his eyes. James was so right and Remus hated it. He was never confident enough to make a move on you, you were too perfect, too pretty, too kind for him. But keeping his love for you silent meant he had to border on the idea of seeing you with someone. And somehow, the possibility that it could be his best friend hurt even more.

Sirius always had everything Remus fancied. Girls, a pretty face, a charmful smile and people who wished they were him. No one wished they were Remus. Then again, why would they? Who would want to be a werewolf with scars and eyebags who’d rather read than going out to party like this one?

He couldn’t help it but be jealous of Sirius, even as his best friend it was hard not to feel this way. Remus let out a long breath, the party was shitty enough he didn’t need his own mind to make it worse. 

When he looked around him, James was gone and after taking a quick look at the crowd he found him talking to you. His eyebrows furrowed, he didn’t want James to get involved. Maybe it was the best way to get you and him together but he felt even more weak, a selfish part of him didn’t want help. He knew damn well it was stupid since he wasn’t brave enough to do anything. He got up, he couldn’t handle the sight of you anymore. 

:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“Y/n,” James called. You turned your head and a smile found your lips.

“James!” You opened your arms to pull him into a quick hug. “What’s up?”

The boy cleared his throat “I have a friend-”

“Woah, who would have thought?”

He shot you a glare “- who need helps”

“Who?” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

“Er… Remus” Your body froze at the name “He’s a little mad and it maybe has to do with you talking to Sirius”

You were a little confused. James knew you fancied the lycanthrope but he never told you the love was mutual. “Do you mean he’s jealous?” You didn’t like the idea of Remus being upset but you couldn’t help the part of you that felt pleased he might fancy you too.

James only grinned as an answer and you understood. Without even thinking, you turned to the sofa but found it empty. Your legs started to run the castle on their own, you finally found him, sat against a tree in one of the courtyards.

“Remus?”

The boy lifted his head, he looked angry and you didn’t like it. You wished you could just kiss his frown away. “Y/n.”

His tone wasn’t welcoming but you decided to settle by his side “What’s going on in this head of yours?” you were smiling but internally you just wanted him to stop being irritated, you wanted him to smile.

“Nothing.” The silence that followed was long “You were having fun with your boyfriend?” you heard the disapproval in his voice.

Your eyes widened “My boyfriend?” you echoed.

“Yeah. Sirius.” Remus was avoiding your eyes, his knees were pressed against his chest.

James made you understand Remus was jealous but to witness it was like an electroshock, the boy hid his feelings well, you were so surprised.

“I don’t like Sirius” you wanted your words to comfort him.

Remus rolled his eyes “Yeah, sure” he mocked. He didn’t believe you. Sirius was everything a girl could want, right?

You frowned, habitually Remus always believed you and it hurt to have lost his trust. “Why do you think I’m lying?” you sounded a little saddened.

“I saw you with him. You’re talking with him more and more, hanging out with him more and more. Just say it to me,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I- I’m not with him…,” his anger that once amused you was making you a tad sad now. “We’re just friends! I- I just talk with him because we understand each other-”

“Understand each other?” he quoted, a scoff leaving his lips out of disbelief.

Now you were truly hurt. He was so blunt, he normally never was like this with you. “Yes!” you started to get angry too “We both have shitty families! We understand each other! Next to each other, we can finally find the comfort we both craved as children!”

Remus looked down, ashamed. He felt guilty for letting his anger win him and hurt you in the process. He hated this part of him that still wasn’t sure. He kept his mouth shut, he had done enough stupid things for tonight.

“You still don’t believe me?” Remus heard how offended you sounded. “You want me to show you I don’t like him?” your tone had changed to a more… soft one? 

Remus heard you move next to him but he didn’t dare look at you, staring in front of him. Unfortunately, even like this, somehow, your face ended up in front of his. He wanted to back up but the bark behind him was already digging in his back. Your lips tugged into a large grin “Why are so grumpy? Why don’t you believe me?” you asked softly, almost pleading.

“Because it’s obvious you like him.”

You sighed “I don’t.”

“Why wouldn’t you like him? He’s handsome and charming and popular and-”

“And what if I like you?” you smirked.

Remus lifted an eyebrow and let out a tsk. He shook his head, it wasn’t possible, he couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t even understand why you’d like him. “No you don’t. I’m not the type of boy you want to date. I’m not handsome and I’m not nice and-” you cut him off by crashing your lips on his. Remus’ eyes widened in surprise, his heart beating in his ears. He didn’t move, his mind processing what you just did.

You pulled away and grinned “Still don’t believe me?”

“I…” he started, “I…”

You waited patiently “You…?”

“Fuck,” Remus mumbled before he pressed his lips to yours. You chuckled, your hand cradling his cheek, your thumb softly stroking his freckled skin. You leaned into him, your chest flushed against him while he pressed himself closer to you until you were laying on the cold midnight grass. His hands wrapped around your wrists, pinning them to the ground. You let out a small whimper at the roughness due to the close full moon and the built up jealousy.

Remus pulled away, his breath heavy “Merlin..” he cursed, releasing your arms “I… You’re gorgeous, you know that?” he smiled, his cheeks a light shade of pink. 

You let out a short chuckle “Yeah”

Remus laughed at your sass “Cheeky,” he said before he pressed his lips to your cheek, he let his mouth linger on your skin, “I like it.”

You looked up at him with shiny eyes from the excitement and the two or three drinks you got this night “Do you believe me now?”

“Mmmh,” he had an amused smile playing on his lips. “I need one more kiss to be sure,” he said as his lips trailed down until they found yours. You offered him a short kiss. “Hey now, that wasn’t enough”

You laughed and offered him a longer kiss, letting your lips parted so he could slip his tongue into your mouth. Remus let out a soft groan, pressing his body against yours.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours “I think I believe you now.”

“Good,” you whispered, breathless. Your fingers got tangled in his hair, your voice a little more serious now “Why do you doubt yourself so much?”

Remus looked away and shifted, he rested his head on his chest “It’s hard to believe you’d like someone like me. You’re so perfect and I’m so me.”

“You’re so incredible,” you whispered, your lips locked against his temple “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re caring and sweet and kind and handsome. Very handsome.”

“Am I?” Remus smiled.

“Oh yeah. I like everything about you. Even when you are grumpy,” you said. Your nails scratched his scalp “Don’t be so hard on yourself. I have no interest in Sirius, only you, Remus. Only you.”

Remus’ smile widened “Only me,” he repeated, tasting the words on his tongue. He pressed his lips to your neck briefly “I’m sorry I got mad,” he said after a moment of silence.

You sighed “It’s alright. You have nothing to be sorry for,” you whispered in his ear.

Remus closed his eyes and breathed in your skin “Can I say I love you or it’s too soon?”

“You can say it,” you muttered, your heart beating faster and heat creeping to your neck.

“I love you,” he whispered against your neck, his lips tickling your soft skin. You stayed silent for a while, a huge smile on your face.

“Merlin, I love you too.”

He shifted, rolling to his side to look at you “So… it’s only us right now, isn’t it?”

“Only us,” you assured, kissing his lips softly.

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[6okuto]

I'm completely obsessed with your Touchstarved headcanons, if it's not too much trouble, I was wondering if you could do headcanons of Ais falling in love with the reader/MC??

And maybe then do something similar to Vere, if it's not too much trouble

(sorry for my English)

AIS FALLING IN LOVE

gn!reader | it's almost valentine's day guys. THANK U!!! i'm glad u enjoy them ^___^ this got... long. but if u still want vere feel free to remind me and i'll probably make a post! ^^ i'm always inspired by these kinds of ideas...

it's more of a slow burn because he teases you but you brush it off as his personality rather than anything serious

he's intrigued by you! he finds your company entertaining if nothing else, or at least that's what he tells himself. whether you throw his banter back at him, or stutter at his quick flirtations, ais can't help himself from making up excuses to find you

one moment that sets an alarm off in his head is after he's gotten into some bar fight. the bruises and blood on his knuckles, scratch by his collarbone, and the way he winces when you touch his shoulder get your attention easily. he tells you he's fine, that he's dealt with worse, and that the other guy got totally knocked out, but you pull him along anyway to take care of him.

but ais hasn't had someone take care of his injuries in. a long time. so he's stiff and awkward despite your friendship at this point. his eyes follow your every move, and he doesn't even realize it until your eyes meet. you ask a simple "what?" and he tries to play it off by saying "nothing." ("you're cute when you worry." etc etc LOLL)

and you scold him, because seriously, can you just like, not get into fights. one day someone's going to break your nose or something, and then what? what're you going to do when you try to hit on someone and you're still recovering from a black eye?

you're saying it absentmindedly, making jokes to lighten the mood. but something about the way you carefully graze your fingers across his skin and bandage him gets ais Thinking. and it's really weird because he's silent, and he's never really silent when you try to joke with him, so you go quiet too, and now he's thinking even more, and have you always furrowed your brows like that when you're focused, have you ever been this close to him before?

i don't think i'd make this moment The moment of realization. it's sort of an introduction

other moments i can think of would be ais watching you get along with his pets, you catching him by surprise by fucking with him (some sort of prank), and the first time you guys are like, serious and sentimental for once.

. okay. the vere thing. fwb that got too close is different (in my opinion) to him just having an honest crush and wanting a relationship btw. the avoidance would be him not knowing what to do/being insecure rather than not wanting a relationship. in my mind at least.

ais with a crush is... Intentional. with the things he does. the signs he gives you. like from an outsider perspective, without your own insecurity or nervousness, it's Glaringly obvious.

more touchy. but he makes it casual and you start questioning it like ...? maybe he's just more comfortable with me because we're friends! (you're nervous because his arm is resting behind your head on the couch like woah) (doesn't move his leg away when your legs keep touching)

of course if you don't like physical touch his feelings would show up in different ways anyway. asking if you want to tag along to buy some things. remembering that book you bought and asking if you finally got around to reading it or if it's collecting dust on your shelf. or maybe it's moments where you ask him something about his past as a half joke, fully recognizing it isn't something anyone else really knows, and he tells you anyway.

still teases you though. obviously. you ask him to open your water bottle and he opens it then pretends to waterfall it into his mouth. takes a sip when you aren't looking but makes it really obvious he did when you look at him. at some point you knock on his door, ring the doorbell, call him, etc. and he takes like 5 minutes to finally let you in. and you're like what's your problem and he just shrugs like oh i didn't hear you (loser burnt his food and was trying to hide it + the smell before you saw)

anyway. i think ais falling in love is subtle moments that build up. glances that he doesn't turn away from when you make eye contact (he smiles and pretends like it's casual). teasing that's teetering on flirting, straight up flirting that for some reason doesn't get called out by you. him looking for you at the bar and relenting from a fight because you swear to god, you'll get such a huge headache, he'll be indebted to you for 3 weeks. him taking you home and making sure you feel alright in the morning.

and there's this tension because he knows, and you think you know, and he knows you've noticed (he isn't trying to hide it) but neither of you are saying anything about it and at some point someone's going to blurt out a confession and there's going to be a kiss and joke about How long that took and!!!

being in a relationship with him is basically what i've said. like you guys were already acting like it before you finally got him to say he wants to be your boyfriend LOL. just some pet names thrown in, official dates, no hesitation in affection you were scared about before

nia when do you think he'd say he loves you. ...! Haha. awesome question

realizing he loves you is easy enough. i can see different possibilities for that. at some mundane moment where he's watching you work on a hobby and explain it to him, or getting ready to go out and asking which outfit looks better.

orrr when you walk in on him doing a bit/prank and immediately play along without hesitation. when he witnesses you threatening/challenging some guy on his account (if you're the type to do that). no matter what, you ask him about it and he's kind of awkward because he thinks it sounds silly LOL

but saying i love you is different to realizing + showing it with his actions. That's where his hesitation sets in in my opinion. because he can be sure he does, be sure you love him, but saying it out loud isn't really something he's done before, and it's a sign this relationship is Serious y'know.

it's going to take...A While... if you wait for him to say it first. you're probably better off just asking to talk about it at that point, like, about your guys' feelings and saying i love you y'know. you can both promise to say it at the same time and then when neither of you say it accuse the other with "oh so you hate me?" before laughing and actually saying it! think about it. silly!

but if you say it that's different. maybe written in a card (he stares at it for a long time and debates what to do), casually while saying goodbye (he watches you leave and replays it in his head), saying it in an intimate setting (he stills and looks at you before smiling/laughing a little and commenting on how you beat him to it (he's grateful))

"love you" over "i love you" guy when it comes to casually saying it btw. also a big fan of annoying you, you saying "i hate you," and replying with "love you too."

sorry friends i have to stop here because my laptop is Quite Literally slowing down/lagging when i start typing atp in the post. somebody help me

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[landinrris]

lando to red bull........say more.......

So this one is based on a prompt I came across on ao3 in a collection (that I now can no longer find based on the screenshot I took at the time). It was originally supposed to be my second big project of last summer when McLaren was in the trenches and had me feeling a bit hopeless... and then McLaren stepped up their game. But I don't think it's completely dead potentially. The original prompt was:

"Red Bull!Lando and Ferrari!Carlos; they aren't together yet and are still pining. Lando thinks Carlos hates him now that they're battling much more directly across teams, but Carlos is just pulling away because he's struggling to hide his feelings- Lando's just so radiant, he can't help it anymore."

This scene would've likely been in the front half of the fic itself even though it takes place in Silverstone. I was... in a place (worse than I am now) when I wrote it regarding Carlos' apparent treatment at Ferrari around the beginning summer races last year. (it's also all I have connected to this prompt right now, so sorry for the slight angst but not sorry for the 1.2k this scene is. I couldn't split it up.)

ask me about a wip!

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They always end up here, laying in one of their rooms just because they can and unloading on each other in a way that’s never quite the same with someone else. Sometimes they get dinner beforehand, but they always end up here: Carlos on his back staring at the ceiling, Lando propped up on his elbow on his side watching on amused as Carlos collects his thoughts.

Carlos has gone silent now while Lando continues to watch him. He’s changed out of his Ferrari shirt, something old and soft in its place that he only ever wears at home and decidedly not in a motorhome in the English countryside. He reminds Lando of when he was at McLaren like this, and it makes his heart ache.

After the fifth consecutive minute spent in silence and Lando watching Carlos’ eyes flutter shut a few times, he starts to think maybe Carlos is just using him to get out of his motorhome. But Carlos speaks eventually, a heavy sigh on his lips. “They’ve switched the dynamic without telling me, I know they have.”

Lando is so startled by the noise, even though he’s been watching Carlos, that he startles himself. “Who did?”

“Ferrari. Vasseur. Charles went on the warpath a few weeks ago after he got penalized post-quali, and things haven’t been the same since.”

“Woah, hang on.” Lando pushes himself higher up on his elbow. Carlos has never mentioned a supposed hissy fit or what’s come out of it. “What happened?”

Carlos rolls onto his side as well, but he keeps his head on the pillow, effectively staring at Lando’s chest. “He impeded two people and got a six-place drop. Daniel and Esteban, I think. He was speaking French with Vasseur, so I don’t know what he was saying exactly, but it was loud.”

“Out of all the languages you know…”

Carlos rolls his eyes. “I know, I know. Since then though, we have not been allowed to fight. Charles has been more angry on the radio. I think the team is promising him preferential treatment to make him happy. To show him how he is their driver they want.”

“Didn’t you guys never have defined number 1 and number 2 drivers?”

“And that’s why I signed and renewed with them. You know how I feel about team orders.”

Lando knows all too well. He remembers the few times they happened at McLaren and the way Carlos looked like the human manifestation of a thundercloud getting out of the car following them. That reaction always made sense to Lando— they’re racing drivers, why are they there if they’re not allowed to race?

Carlos isn’t fuming now though, he’s lying in Lando’s bed in a motorhome in a field in Silverstone. He looks like he’s halfway deflated— the opposite of how Carlos Sainz should ever look.

“These last few races, they have kept me behind, and when I was not behind, they tried their best to get me there. Like they have told Charles he will finish in front of me if the team can help it.”

“What’s Charles said about it?” Lando’s almost afraid to hear the answer. He hasn’t spoken to Charles much lately, especially in the time now since he’s been at Red Bull, since he’s been a direct competitor. Since Charles is officially no longer lamenting to the press that Lando should just move over for him.

“About the change in treatment on track? I have not asked him about what he discussed with Vasseur. Plus I am not sure I care to hear how he thinks he deserves to be in front. I think there will be no contract negotiations then.”

Lando hangs his head and collapses into the pillow beneath him. “You haven’t even talked to him? Carlos Sainz Vasquez de Castro—”

“Ay,” Carlos kicks Lando’s leg as best he can from this angle, the blow landing at the top of his thighs. “He has not exactly come to me and said anything either. Nothing about being sorry for my race or strategy or anything. We used to commiserate about the bad days, and now every weekend is a bad weekend, and nothing.”

Carlos is still watching him when Lando turns his face to look. “So because he hasn’t said anything and you haven’t talked, he’s on board with getting preferential treatment?” Lando wonders if Carlos thinks it sounds as funny as it does coming out of his mouth.

Carlos’ face doesn’t falter though, a bad sign that he’s deeper in his head about this than Lando thought. “I’m not trying to discount your feelings, you muppet,” Lando says, a bit softer. The last thing he needs is Carlos leaving him like this. “Just trying to understand. You two seemed to really get along up until now.”

“It’s been gradually getting worse, and I don’t know what to do, Lando.”

Lando doesn’t know what to do either, if he’s being honest. He never had issues with Carlos at McLaren, with Daniel he was as non-confrontational as he could get, Oscar was much like Carlos, and now he knows his place with Max for the next six months as Max finishes his glory run. 

Carlos has found himself in the middle of one of the most undesirable situations, and Lando’s lost for words.

The man lying across from him is a shell of who he used to be, closed off, light dimmed. The team doesn’t want driver feedback for development. His teammate takes team handouts because they help him. How is Lando not meant to have a poor view of everyone associated with that team when this is what they’ve done to one of Lando’s best friends? One of the people who kept him sane during 2020 even when they were hundreds of kilometers apart.

“The only thing I know is to talk to Fred.”

Unsurprisingly, Carlos doesn’t seem to like that idea. He groans and shifts to lie on his back like before. “I’m going to lose my seat.”

The fear of that coming to fruition is ten times scarier than any thought of Carlos being relegated to second driver mid-season. Lando inches closer to Carlos and debates reaching out to touch him but doesn’t let himself. “Don’t you dare let yourself lose your seat or so help me God, Carlos.” There’s probably too much emotion behind his words, but Lando doesn’t care. Not right now and not about this.

For the first time since laying here, Carlos cracks a smile. It’s small, but Lando couldn’t miss it if he tried. “Why, you would miss me too much?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know the answer.” Because Carlos does, Lando knows he does. Even on their most competitive days, Lando doesn’t wish for anything to be different. Could never. Not when Carlos beats him to pole by one one-hundredth of a second or when he makes his car the size of the entire track. Lando has Max, but he also has Carlos in a way that’s so unlike his other friendships in the paddock. He has Carlos in a way that screams what if we were more, what if we were brave enough?

Carlos looks at him like maybe he’s thinking that in this moment, but nothing comes of it— never does.Lando tells himself he’s okay with that, he is, especially during times like these. Besides, Lando would rather have Carlos as a friend than not at all, so he watches Carlos back and tries to keep his heart rate from spiking when Carlos says, “I do,” barely audible.

[reissuedmommyissues]

Band Practice

Melissa Schemmenti/f!reader

Warnings: alcohol ig

Words:1900ish

A/N: Listen yall English is my second language and I have not written anything since fanfiction.net was popular. It's also not proofread because I got too shy to show it to my partner/proofreader. Sooooo yeah have fun with that.

Melissa while not keen on newer staff surprisingly didn't hate the recent hire for Abbott. Primarily hired on as the new librarian you had started to double as IT after fixing a couple of computers in the library. Melissa admired that you were willing to do two jobs for the price of one, or at least that's what she told herself she hadn't been actively seeking you out for any other reason than to fix technology and library-related things.

Melissa walked into the breakroom and took her usual seat by Barbara "Hey Barb have you seen our tech guru, I need her to take a look at my projector, blew a fuse or somethin'" Barbara just raises her eyebrows and gives Melissa a knowing look, "Seems like you've been looking for Ms.L/N more and more often as of late" she has no time to respond before you walk in and head straight for the coffee, grumbling about a lack of sleep.

"Woah there hon get into a fight this morning, ya look a bit crazy" Melissa jokes. You turn to look at her in your half-asleep state, gaze lingering for longer than usual, not something that slips past Melissa "Not quite I stayed up later than I usually do, you know night owl and all that" Melissa narrowed her eyes, you hoped she wouldn't push further, the last thing you want is for her to figure out you've been preparing for a gig with your new band. Not that it was bad but you just felt it was dorky and you would rather not have your crush or coworkers comment on it.

"Well some of us were gonna go out for drinks today I was hoping you'd come with" Melissa could feel a blush creeping up her neck, she'd tried inviting you out very casually a couple of times but besides the occasional lunch, you seemed to always be busy. You bit your lip flattered that the redheaded beauty was inviting you herself. But with a gig today you definitely couldn't cancel, you attempt to come up with a decent excuse but in between a lack of sleep and brain cells in the morning you don't come up with much "I'd love to Melissa really but I.... uhh have a thing, after school rain check?" You flash an apologetic smile and are out before she can say anything else.

This put Melissa in a sour mood for the rest of the day, it didn't help that when lunch came around you were nowhere to be found. Melissa frowned maybe you didn't actually like her, she felt like a fool. Maybe she was too old for you and she read too far into your exchanges taking them as flirty, all of a sudden all she could feel were her insecurities swallowing her up.

Barbara ever in tune with her work wife set her book down and cleared her throat. "Girl, what in the Lord's name has got you in such a foul mood?" Melissa huffs and shifts in her chair, "Nothing, absolutely nothing is wrong why would anything be wrong I am living the dream Barb" She knew better than to lie to her closest friend but she hated being this vulnerable. Barb wasn't blind she had been watching both of you closely noticing how you started to buy Melissa pastries from her favorite shop and how she in turn began to bring you some of her famous baked ziti. "Maybe you should ask her when she's free, it seems she's nearly always busy on weekends perhaps she's free other days?"

"I don't know what you're talking about"

Barbara shakes her head, "Look I'm just saying that maybe you should look into it, rather than assuming Y/N doesn't like you" Melissa's eyes go wide "Keep your voice down" She didn't want to embarrass herself over some crush or cause Y/N any issues. "Whatever the deal is doesn't matter I do not want to think about it, I just wanna make it through the rest of the day and get to that happy hour"

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As if things couldn't get worse, Jacob picked the happy hour joint and it was not their usual spot. Something about broadening horizons and how live music would really benefit them. Melissa didn't like it nothing was wrong with their usual bar and she highly doubted whatever Jacob had dragged them into would be worth it but he offered to pay for drinks and that was good enough for her. Jacob skipped over to their table nearly missing the chair "Wow look at us I love it when the whole Abbott family goes out for drinks, I wish Y/N was here though she's been with us for a while and hasn't gone to any of the happy hours" at the mention of your name Melissa perked up and curiosity got the better of her. "What do you guys think she does, seems like she always leaves right as school ends on the weekends"

"My vote is on stripper" everyone turns to Ava, "what have you seen what she wears it's all baggy clothing we don't know what she has under that"

"I'm not super sure about that, what about a part-time emt that could be it, maybe she's got some scars she's covering up from saving lives" Janine ever the optimist would assume this with little to no context.

Ava pretty convinced she was right follows up "Or she could be one of those strippers that go to your house dressed as an EMT for a lil surprise"

The conversation goes back and forth for a while, meanwhile, Melissa nurses a beer still miffed over your rejection. Barbara notices her friend's discomfort and looks around the bar to see if there is a pool table to distract Melissa. Instead, her eyes land on the stage right as the band starts playing.

"Good god, what is she wearing?" Barbara's shock has everyone at the table looking in the same direction even Melissa looked over confused by the outburst. Come to find you're on the stage concentrated on your instrument, ready for your queue to begin. Gone was the usual oversized sweater and baggy pants instead u wore a long-sleeved crop top and the tightest jeans Melissa had ever seen. She felt silly but she couldn't stop staring at your hands. Your sleeves were rolled up to the elbow revealing defined forearms and deft fingers running across a bass. Even from a distance, she could see you were very good at what you were doing resulting in not-so-tame mental images of your hands undressing her, holding her down, wrapped around her thighs - Jesus she was like a teenager again getting hot and bothered by just the thought of you. Ava must have caught her gawking and leaned over "If you don't get a move on and take her out, I will cuz damn who knew our librarian was this hot"

Melissa glares at Ava has everyone figured her out, she turns back to see your performance not wanting to miss any more of it. She'd never seen you like this so casual, relaxed, and all-around sexy. She wonders if this is why you always left so soon being part of a band would make sense but why wouldn't you say anything, she hopes this is the case failing to push her former insecurities back down. Your band wasn't a fancy ordeal you went up on stage and played some of your songs but mostly did covers. Still, Melissa couldn't take her eyes off you and it only got worse when you started to sing yourself, she was pretty sure you couldn't see her or any of the Abbott staff but the way you were facing and the suggestive lyrics had her feeling like maybe just maybe you could be directing them at her.

As soon as the performance came to a close Janine and Jacob cheered and drew the attention of everyone in the bar including Y/N and the band.

*********

Welp so much for not getting found out. Jay leans over and taps you with a drumstick "Yo Y/N do they know you?" You look back over at your coworkers hoping not to see your favorite redhead, indeed luck was not on your side as you caught her eye. "Uhh yeah those are my coworkers, I'll catch up with yall later"

Melissa looked mad, not sure what else to do, and feeling like you may as well accompany the embarrassment with a drink you headed to the bar and waved her over. "Double shot of tequila and a Corona please" The bartender nods and pours the shot following it up with a swift opening of your beer.

"Suprised you drink considering you've always said no to it" You look over at Mel, she's extremely close due to the crowded bar top and you can feel her press up against you causing your head to spin. You pick up your shot and down it finding comfort in the heat you feel in your chest.

"Yeah I haven't had the time to go out since I've been filling in for the band, I'm sorry" At the mention of that Melissa visibly relaxes, gone was the anger from before, maybe there was still a chance this could go well? "You know you could've just said you had to go practice for your band" she almost sounded shy, "I would've understood if you were busy" You look over at the redhead suprised to see her so vulnerable.

Reaching over you tuck a stray hair behind her ear, "It's silly didn't want you to know because it made me feel like a dork, I've been trying so hard to impress you it felt like a step backward to tell you I have band practice" Melissa feels a blush creep up and sneaks a glance at you. At that almost confession, the proximity between you two, and the sexiest outfit she's ever seen she once again felt like some goddam horny teenager. Capitalizing on the brief liquid courage of the shot you figured why the hell not make a move. In a burst of confidence, you lean into Melissa and pull her by the collar of her leather jacket, still distracted by the tight jeans she barely realizes what you're attempting to do. The kiss is tame, impossibly soft, gentle, and over way too soon for Melissa's liking.

"I.....oh my god I'm so sorry I should have asked" Melissa was stunned and taking her silence as a negative you start to freak out "I've just been wanting to do that for a while and I've wanted to ask you out but you make me so goddam nervous an-" it's then Melissa who can't help herself she pulls you back in by the waist for another kiss, this one was rougher, hungrier she felt a roller coaster of emotions today and this felt like the only outlet. She pulls back to look at you with that trademark Schemmenti smirk "Feelings mutual hon"

You feel your heart swell at her confession,

"Well to make up for all the missed outings how do you feel about going out for dinner tomorrow?"

Melissa leans in very close for her answer "Hon with those pants I'll follow you anywhere"

[ghoultrifle]

mushy may day seven !!!!

prompt: telling stupid jokes

characters: mount, aeon, cirrus, others mentioned vaguely

word count: 650

summary: what it says on the tin, really. mainly a poorly executed plot line around some of my favourite terrible jokes sdhfsdjkh

below the cut or on ao3 :))

“Oh Mount that was terrible,” Dewdrop says. “Truly awful, take it somewhere else man, it’s lingering like a bad fart.”

“So you don’t like my jokes now, huh? Seven was supposed to eat nine, not your sense of humour!”

A few of the ghouls are sitting in the common room. Recently back from a tour, they have few responsibilities to keep them busy during the day. Each ghoul has their own way of coping with the whiplash of tour days compared to cosy life back at the Ministry but Mountain has taken up reading a ‘One Hundred and One Jokes to Tickle Your Funny Bone’.

“No, I like them Mount, keep going,” Cirrus smiles. She’s happy the earth ghoul is keeping himself occupied, knowing all too well how easy it can be to spiral in these days before chores start up again.

“Okay okay… hmm what about this,” he says, thumbing through the pages as he bites his lip. “Two windmills are standing on a wind farm. One asks ‘What’s your favourite type of music?’” Mountain pauses for a very unnecessary dramatic effect. “The other says, ‘I’m a big metal fan.’” He slaps his knee and guffaws at the joke, letting out the heartiest of chuckles, rivalling that of a father like Omega. “Get it? Because we’re in a metal band,” he points out, painfully oblivious to the disinterest of his packmates.

Aeon, however, is having a great time. Compared with English, Ghoulish is a very direct language, more akin to those animals use to communicate about food and danger. So being topside and learning English with the pack also means being subjected to Mountain’s jokes and enjoying them. Everyone enjoys the jokes at some point, just most ghouls have heard them all too many times before. That’s the joy of new life- experiencing things for the first time- and Mountain takes pride in being able to give those experiences. The cogs turn in Aeon’s brain as he feels out for the punchline, “Oh, that was a good one!” He exclaims, making a mental note to tell it to Aurora when she gets back.

“I think you’ll like this one, Ae, have you heard the rumour about the butter?”

“No?” He answers cautiously.

“Never mind, I shouldn’t spread it,” Mountain smirks.

Aeon has a toothy grin adorning his face as he points finger guns at Mountain. “Woah, you got me good there Mounty!” He chuckles.

Cirrus looks on in adoration at the bonding between the ghouls before adding her own favourite silly joke into the mix. “Hey, what about this one?” She asks, garnering the boys’ attention. “How did Freud get his hair so soft and shiny?” With the psychoanalyst mentioned, several ears perk up to hear what they think will be the inevitable daddy-related punchline.

“He used classical conditioning!”

A wave of groans filter across the room along with a litany of jovial, light-hearted remarks at her genius joke.

“No, that one takes it, worst. joke. ever.”

“Freud is turning in his grave at that, Cir.”

“That was far worse than Mount’s, get out!”

A look of concern spreads across Rain’s face as the comments roll in, “Guys stop being so mean, it can’t be that serious.” Cirrus disagrees and repeats the joke for the water ghoul who was, at the time of the original telling, absorbed in his book. “Oh no, yeah, that was awful, you gotta leave.”

Cirrus chimes in, “Yeah! Part of telling awful jokes is the hilarious reactions you get. Aether once told me to get on a one-way flight to space and to this day it’s the greatest compliment I’ve ever received,” she says, reminiscing.

The evening descends into each ghoul telling the worst joke they can think of. Sighs, groans, and disappointed looks are rife, making the evening as enjoyable as it is.

[baurbiediv]

family business

PAIRING ➔ jack harlow x rapper!reader

GENRE ➔ instagram au

A/N ➔ going back to my old ways and going back to my dad!jack x mom!reader days, i miss it so much + i’ll be making a masterlist for all family works for jack!!

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[creative-kny-fics]

Hey, how do I know that some people don't understand Spanish, here is the English version

Giyuu Narrates: Should I tell you something? Almost all my life, no, rather, all my life I have suffered from Tsutako's attacks, believe me, at the beginning they didn't bother me that much, I was a child and you know, I liked it a little, but that day, something changed, it was when everyone knew what my death spot was

'Ooooh Giyuu, brother, why didn't you tell me about this spot~?'

'¡NOHOHOHO! ¡¡TS-TSUTAKO!!'

'Your ribs are so sensitive, it's so cute. You were already cute but this is another level. What happens if I use your ribs as a piano? Or maybe a xylophone? There are sooooo many options...'

'¡NOOOO! ¡¡HEEEHEHEHELP!!'

And no, I wasn't happy, it may not sound that bad, but I'll sum it up in one sentence... 'Small hands, my weakness'

However, guess what happened? My sister got a partner before me, but you can't guess who it is...

'Hello Tomioka! Looks like we'll be family now!'

And yup, no one more and no one less than Kyojuro Rengoku...

Kyojuro Narrates: I feel nervous and a little confused, I don't know. Tsutako and Giyuu are two very different personalities, but that doesn't matter, I know that Giyuu trusts me and I won't have any problems.

'Rengoku, can I ask you a favor?'

'Of course! What is offered to you?'

'Well, I think you know that most people find something... Fun... in tickling me'

'Hahahaha right, I'm sorry Giyuu'

Actually, I find it fun to do it with everyone, be it whoever...

'And I wanted to ask you a favor, of course, if it's not a bother...

'Of course not, I'm more than willing to help you. Do you want me to tickle you?'

'What? NO!'

I would do it anyway, but I understand when someone says no... Well... On certain occasions hahaha

'I want you to help me get revenge on Tsutako.'

'Wow, Tomioka. Revenge is not a good thing, you know?'

'Don't you want to hear my sister laugh? She's very ticklish... It runs in the family, apparently...'

Woah, to be honest, that never crossed my mind, what do I do? Should I help Tomioka? Or don't I?

Although... What is the probability that an event like this will repeat itself?

Giyuu narrates: I'm scared. Rengoku has remained still, without saying anything and it is not a good sign. Oh man, if he rejects my offer, not only is he not going to help me, but he's going to start his tickle attack and believe me, it's horrible

But do you know what's worse? Tsutako is in the house, and if she sees that I'm being tickled, she won't help me, but rather she'll join in and they'll both make me cry with laughter, if I don't die first, of course.

'Okay, I accept'

'Are you serious?'

'Mhm! I understand you Tomioka, I know it must be difficult to be tickled every day, even if you don't want it. And knowing Tsu, I think she's the one who's done that the most hahaha'

'Thank you, Rengoku'

'I'm glad to see that you two get along so well. What were you talking about?'

Oh little sister, you don't know what awaits you...

'Nothing, just that Tomioka seemed intrigued by our relationship. But nothing you need to worry about, everything is fine, isn't it Tomioka?'

'You can call me Giyuu, I don't like being called Tomioka so much, I prefer my name.'

'Well, is anyone hungry?'

'Actually , I do'

'Oh, tell me then, what would you like me to bring you?'

'Raspberries, please...'

Wait, ooooh, I get it...

Kyojuro Narrates: I hope Giyuu didn't lie, although I would have figured it out myself anyway.

'Hmmm, I think we have some in the fridge, let me see'

'I think you misunderstood, Tsutako'

Yep, definitely not...

Tsutako narrates: Raspberries? I don't understand, what do they have to do with-? Oh no, nononono, please don't let it be that

'Go for her!'

Oh no, yes it is, it was probably Giyuu, only he knows that about me. Oh my god, someone help me...

'HEY! E-ehehehe... How about if we talk?'

'My my, you two are alike, so you're just as ticklish as Giyuu?'

Nononono, oh, why me? I just took a moment to catch my breath and now Giyuu is holding my arms above my head and Kyojuro, well, he's not doing anything at the moment, but still, what a shame.

'Trace doodles on her tummy, don't be rough, just be gentle'

'Like this?'

'Just listen to her laugh and you'll know'

'N-No... Ihihit dohohoesn't mmmmmm ahahahaha tihihicklehehe'

'It doesn't? And if I do this what happens?'

'Gyahahaha! Brohotheheher!!'

Just a few scribbles on my belly were already breaking me down. And now, Giyuu is squeezing my neck, not only that, he is whispering and his whispers are tickling me.

'Stohohohohop!'

'And why should we? You like tickling Giyuu, don't you? Also, when I introduced you to Senjuro a few days ago, you also tickled him, saying that he reminded you of Giyuu. Don't try to deny that you don't like this.'

'Shuhuhut uhuhuhup! Gihiyuhuhu!! Pleheahasehehe!'

'Massage her sides and see what happens'

'NOOOO!! AAAAH!! NONONONO! PLEHAHASEHE! I'M SOHOHORRY!!'

Aaaaaah how horrible, that's what happens to me for having my own brother as an "enemy." Only he knows my weak spots...

'Who do you ask for forgiveness? Better said, why are you asking for forgiveness? For being so pretty? For being...?'

'I COHOHOHULD KIHIHIHICK YOHOHOU!! NOW STAHAHAHAP!! PWEHEHAHASEHEHE!'

'We can't stop without at least giving you a raspberry. What do you say Rengoku? Do you want to start?'

'With pleasure!'

Nonono, anything but that, wait a second, why is Giyuu taking a breath too? No, please, Giyuu, don't you dare, please...

'AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HELP!! YOU SAID ONE! PLEHAHASEHEHE! NOHOHOHO!'

'Should we let her go?'

'We'll do it after I give her a raspberry too'

I don't know how much longer I can take, if it's even just one, I'm going to cry... It's too much...

'I hope you think seriously the next time you tickle me'

'Gi-Giyuu, please... Baby brother... WAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOOOO KYAAAA GIHIYUHUHU!! I GIHIVEHE UHUHUP!'

'Well, let's let her go, her face is red and I think she's close to crying...'

Giyuu Narrates: Finally, a little revenge, I wasn't cruel, was I?

'Yehehehehes! Gihihivehehe me ahaha breahahath'

'Okay, Rengoku, go get some water, she must be thirsty'

Heh, it's funny to see someone else in the position I'm almost always in

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Character voice

Thanks to @elsie-writes here, @elizaellwrites here, @mk-writes-stuff here and here, and @willtheweaver here.

Rules: rewrite a given line in your OCs' voices!

Got long, under the cut :)

"I've got a headache."

Lexi: "Oh, man I got a headache. Well, that's what ibuprofen is for. Time to go out to a crowded bowling alley!"

Maddie: "I've felt worse. I'll be fine." (Is dizzy)

Ash: "I have felt worse before. Maybe I should use those probing devices :)" (bad idea)

Gwen: (if she has nothing to do) "I should probably go lie down. I don't feel good." (If she does) "I feel terrible, but I'll push through. For [person]."

Robbie: "Pfft I'll be fiiiine don't worry about it! I have braved through more before!" (Is later seen lying down)

Akash: "No need to worry about me. I'll take some Tylenol and be okay."

Jedi: "I will be alright. We have medication for a headache." *Injects himself with some over the counter drugs*

Carmen: "Everyone BE QUIET I have a headache!"

Everyone is so healthy here (:

Prompt: Uh oh, you forgot to do something very important!

Lexi: "Oh no! I forgot!?? How??" *flips frantically through her color-coded planner* "I couldn't have forgotten to write it down.... it's not possible...it has to be here somewhere..."

Maddie: "I did? Whoops."

Ash: "Oh. Sorry. Uh, guess I'll try and remember next time."

Gwen: "Oh my gosh I am so sorry I forgot!! I've been under so much stress lately... It won't happen again. What can I do for you to help?"

Robbie: "Oh SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT--" *scrambles around trying to get it done in five seconds*

Akash: "WHAT?! Shit, there's no way I forgot... Guess I did, huh. What is wrong with me? This is why I write stuff down... Oh, um, sorry I forgot, man. Uhh hey is there any way I can make this up to you? Like now? Cause this may haunt me."

Jedi: "Oh, I am terribly sorry... It must be sleep deprivation... I apologize, I will go do that now."

Carmen: *borderline panic attack, likely kicks or punches something*

"Where are we? How did we get here?"

Perfect for TSP actually

Lexi: "Wait, what just happened? Everything just simultaneously changed. The temperature and humidity levels are different. I must be dreaming." (Anxious)

Maddie: "Woah that was super weird. Where do you think we are? (Excited and curious)

Ash: "What-- that isn't possible...but it clearly is... what happened?" (Is also genuinely curious)

Gwen: "Woah. How did we get here? It's... admittedly cool here. Beautiful even."

Robbie: "Holy shit, where are we?! Did I blackout? Or was I just walking and not paying attention so much I took a wrong turn?"

Akash: "Dude...what happened? Did we take a wrong turn? I don't think we did - I was paying attention."

Jedi: "Well... *looks around and pokes at the map on his tablet* it appears this map was not as straightforward as I assumed. I frankly have no idea how we got here. I suppose we are lost. Well, if we must be here, let us survey the area and collect data." (This is what I call the Star Trek Voyager method)

Carmen: "Who gave me wrong directions?! There is no way I possibly got lost. Who can tell me in precise detail how we got here?!"

"I don't have enough curse words for how much you pissed me off."

This one was harder than I thought because most of these guys don't get cold angry, but I'll try.

Lexi: "I have a pretty large vocabulary. I know all the synonyms for, like, every curse word. But I don't think that I know enough for you!"

Maddie: "Hm. I'm not sure I can think of enough curse words that can describe how I feel toward you. Like, none of them work."

Ash: "I would love to cuss you out, but nothing is accurately describing how mad I just got."

Gwen: "I'm not exactly one for swearing, and I'm really pissed that I can't use any cuss word in English, Spanish, or Italian because you're making me so angry."

Robbie: "Bro, I have the most creative swears I know, and even I can't think of one you deserve."

Akash: "Y'know you're pissing me off so much that I literally cannot think of a good enough swear for you."

Jedi: "I will have you know that I am not one for expletives, and I see that this is because I have never been able to find one that quite describes how I am feeling toward people like you."

Carmen: "I would love for you to see how angry I am, but unfortunately you're such an irritating idiot that I cannot find a single swear in my vocabulary that can accurately depict that fury!"

"You want me to eat that?"

Lexi: "Oh, you want me to eat this? Um, that's...fine, thank you.... Y'know I actually ate a lot earlier, and I don't think you want me to eat anything else...thanks though. Really thoughtful of you."

Maddie: "I don't want to eat that."

Ash: "No offense, but I'm not going to like this."

Gwen: "It was very sweet of you to think of me, but I don't actually like [ingredients]. Yeah...sorry. I feel bad, can I do anything for you?"

Robbie: *long exhale* "Look, man, I know you worked really hard on this. And...yeah it's awesome for you to uh....do this. But...I don't think you want me to eat that."

Akash: "That food looks interesting. Oh, you want me to eat that? Umm. Okay..."

Jedi: "It would...be my pleasure to eat this. However, I am afraid I don't quite like this meal."

Carmen: "Why would you want me to eat that? It's gross."

Alrighty that's finally done. Softly tagging @aziz-reads @atelierwriting @mysticstarlightduck @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @stesierra @rickie-the-storyteller @sam-glade @memoriethereaderandwriter-blog @ahordeofwasps @spitefulbull + anyone else who wants to

Your phrase is, "Who would leave milk on the counter?"

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

[oddlittlestories]

Notre Dame Visit

Wrote up a little fic to go with this WIP fanart! This is inspired by @greghatecrimes elaborating on my life changing field trips post, and is currently brought to you by Anya’s prompt re my Halloween fic ask game.

Fic under the cut.

Chase & Thirteen as found family siblings. They're backpacking through Europe. Late s6 AU, probably consistent w/HH:Reprise. Trans masc bi Chase as a treat.

CW: mild travel danger, religious irreverence, religious homophobia reference

“Are you sure? Are you sure you’re sure?” Chase whispered. Not that whispering was gonna help him. She was loud enough for the both of them.

“Yes, we’re fine," Thirteen cackled, "now take the damn photo.” She raised her middle finger to the ceiling of the cathedral. He supposed it was her way of sticking it to all that religious homophobia. They were a hell of a pair to be anywhere near a cathedral—a failed novice divorced bi trans guy with blood on his hands, and a deliberately-irreverent bi woman after House's own heart. But as Thirteen liked to say every time she dragged him into a cathedral, which seemed to be as often as possible, they hadn't spontaneously burst into flames even once.

That said, Chase could just imagine a priest clamping his hand firmly down on his arm… Chase hunched his shoulders, trying desperately to look over his shoulder and take the photo as fast as he could at the same time. Maybe no one would notice. If he could’ve melted into the Notre Dame floor he would have. It was mortifying.

He took the photo and lowered the phone as quickly as he could. Still, it came out pretty cool.

“Okay, let me see,” Thirteen said, scrambling for his iPhone.

“It’s fine,” Chase insisted, trying to tuck the phone back in his jacket pocket.

“I want to be sure! What if it’s blurry?” Thirteen made grabby hands, struggling with him over the device.

“It’s not blurry!” he insisted.

“Then show me!”

“Fine!” Chase heaved a sigh and let her have the phone.

She snickered. “Yeah that’s really good, you were right.” She sent the photo to House before he could even try to stop her. Chase rolled his eyes. As soon as House got it, he’d do what he’d done with the rest: print it out and tape it to the ddx whiteboard. Foreman would text him to complain about how hard it was to ddx “now that it was a scrapbook instead.” Kutner would use the red sharpie he bought to draw horns on Thirteen and Chase in the photos.

It was a group activity, apparently.

Later that night, Chase and Thirteen crammed shoulder to shoulder at the bar of a centuries-old pub. It wasn’t far from the hostel, and around them spilled French and English and a bunch more languages Chase probably could pick out if he tried.

“Mm, this is delicious,” Thirteen said. “Here, try.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice. He leaned in and took a crunchy bite. It was the best toasted cheese on bread Chase had ever had in his life. “Wow,” he mumbled, mouth full.

“I know, right?”

On their walk back to the hostel, the lights of Paris were glittering. It wasn’t nearly as quiet here as it was in rural Spain, and Chase thought they were both dazzled by the city after that. Paris was definitely a tourist town though. They cut down a side street for a shortcut to their hostel.

Thirteen got distracted by something in a shop window. He wasn’t sure what, because by the time he noticed she was just behind him, a guy was cutting between them. He was a street hawker, with “I heart Paris” lanyards hung all up one arm. And he was getting in Chase’s face, trying to grab him.

“Woah, there, buddy,” Chase said. “Hands to yourself.” But the guy would not lay off. He wasn’t sure what to do. He was probably gonna get pickpocketed if he did nothing. Or worse, he thought darkly, noticing how the guy was subtly directing him towards a dark alley.

And suddenly Thirteen was there.

She slipped her arm around Chase’s shoulders and said, “My brother and I have to go now.” It was just surprising enough that she scooped him away from the hawker and out into the busy cross-street.

“Thanks.” His voice was breathless with relief.

“Yeah, I did not like where that was going. You okay?”

Chase patted himself down, trying to ignore the way “brother” was rotating around in his head. Even if it didn't last… He frowned appraisingly. “Yeah. I’m great.”

Thirteen grinned and they headed into the hostel together, where their room with its two twin beds was waiting.

They had it down to a routine now, so it only took a moment for them to change and crawl into bed. Thirteen turned out the light, and Chase pulled his soft blanket up to his chest. In the darkness, it felt safe to say things. He played the word brother over and over in his head. He knew it was true. But how often do you get that kind of thing confirmed? “I’m glad we made this trip. Me and you.”

“Me, too.” Her voice was warm.

It had been a hard year, but right here and right now, Chase was so, so happy.

[jeanie-g]

#49 jd/tz for the spotify game

this has gotta be one of the nichest songs on my playlist, but it led to this delight! (also excuse my french - i took it for five years but im still a bit rusty lol)

[#49] In For A Trim (Musical Monday)

Oh, I need something done with my hair, don't know what to do / I hope they have three-in-one conditioner, body wash, and shampoo

Despite what the media (and his friends) have said, Trevor didn't set out to get a mullet.

He went in for his bi-monthly hair appointment with plans to just get a little off the top. But his usual hairdresser was sick that day, so the new guy—a chatterbox named Étienne—kept talking about how perfect his hair would be for a mullet.

"C'est—'ow you say—à la mode? Et pour votre joli visage, monsieur! Vous avez un très joli visage. Les femmes diront, 'Oo! Il est si beau. Est-ce qu'il célibataire?'"

Trevor took exactly one French class in middle school, so he just nodded along as Étienne yammered on excitedly. It wasn't until he stuck a magazine in Trevor's face—showcasing male hairstyles—that he understood. Étienne pointed to a mullet with his manicured hand.

"Voici, monsieur. C'est beau, non?"

Trevor tilted his head. He'd never had a mullet before. He usually stuck to what Jack once called, "Your fuck boy cut." One of his buddies in juniors rocked a mullet and got teased for it to no end, but they were coming back in style.

He thought, with a swirl in his tummy, that Jamie might like it.

He gave Étienne a quick up and down. Besides his manicured hands, he was wearing a cheetah print crop top and leather pants. Yeah, Trevor could trust him.

"Um, well, would you think my boyfriend would like it?"

"Ton copain?" A slow smile appeared on Étienne's face. He switched to English. "I'll take care of you."

[xx]

Trevor walks through the doors of the Honda Center, nervously playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. He almost wishes he had a beanie to tug down over his ears, though it wouldn't even hide all of it. What if Jamie doesn't like it? What if he thinks it's dumb?

It looks good, he thinks. Trevor looks good. When Étienne turned him around in the chair with a "Ta da!" he was shocked with how well it turned out—fluffy on top and cut close right above his ears, with a modest mane cascading down the back of his neck and curling up at the end.

Étienne chuckled. "Parfait pour ton copain, non?"

"Non," Trevor repeated, dazed. "I mean, yes. Oui."

His hands are sweating as he enters the locker room, nerves only compounding when the room quiets. A wolf whistle breaks the silence.

"Woah, Z! Nice cut, man!" Mason says with an elated laugh, standing up to get a closer look.

Trevor chuckles warily. "What can I say? They're back in style, man."

A couple other guys compliment him on the new look, but Trevor only cares about one opinion. His eyes shoot over to Jamie's stall, where he's silently getting dressed. His heart sinks into his stomach.

Okay, so Jamie doesn't like it. Or worse, he doesn't care. Trevor tries to push it from his mind and he puts on his base layers and socks, but then he sees a familiar pair of feet traipse up to him. He looks up and sees Jamie, thick eyebrows raised.

"I need to talk to you. Alone." His tone is flat, and it makes Trevor nervous. Is the cut really that bad that Jamie's gonna break up with him?

Trevor just nods, dutifully standing and following Jamie out of the locker room and into the hallway. He expects to get stop there, but then Jamie opens the door to a utility closet and shoves him inside.

"What are you—" Trevor starts, but he doesn't have time to finish the sentence before the door clicks shut and Jamie's lips are on his.

Trevor's pliant and obedient when it comes to Jamie, so he just kisses him back without having to think about it, parts his lips so Jamie can shove his tongue inside.

Jamie doesn't though. He pulls back, lips already red. "Your hair."

And, right. Trevor touches it self-consciously. "Do you not like it?"

Jamie chuckles, low and sexy. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you?"

The nerves in Trevor's stomach are replaced with molten heat, pushing a bubbling laugh out of him. Again, Jamie gives Trevor no time to talk; he just kisses him again, finally licking into Trevor's mouth and bringing their chests flush with each other.

Jamie winds his hands through Trevor's hair and tugs lightly, eliciting a small moan. That makes Jamie tug harder, and Trevor is suddenly very nervous his knees are gonna buckle.

"So sexy," Jamie whispers between kisses. "You always know how to get me going, baby."

Trevor hums against Jamie's lips. "I thought you didn't like it. You didn't say anything. You didn't even look at me."

Jamie chortles. "I was looking, Trevor, and if I'd opened my mouth back there, everyone would've known exactly what we get up to behind closed doors."

Trevor blushes furiously. "And what do they think we're doing right now?"

Jamie kisses his jaw. "Getting water."

"You are thirsty."

Jamie rolls his eyes but kisses him again anyways.

So, the mullet's a win, then. Trevor has to send Étienne some flowers or something. The man is a genius.

[cato616]

NEGOTIATING OVER US (part five)

roman roy x fem reader

note: i know i said this before but don't forget english's not my first language lol i just don't y'all to be disappointed

also: i feel like these are a bit short, so sorry about that, my creativity only gets to a point lmao

summary: you catch roman inside your house, and reasonably get much angry at him, can't see his face any longer.

warning/content: just of what was left of part four, so basically no smut at all here; and some emotional angst on both of you

"what the fuck"

you said to yourself wondering what the hell was on the other side. So you rapidly, trying not to be afraid, put a towel around you and also tucking your head with some other towel too, and very fast you grabbed whatever there was in the bathroom that looked at least like a weapon; then slowly going over the door, putting your hand slightly on it, opening it gradually; as soon you see some humanly figure outside, you instantly tried to jump at him, screaming while having your hand up high about to throw the object/weapon you decided to grab.

"WOAH WAIT!" roman yelled trying to stop you from basically breaking his skull.

You stand completely still, catching your breath, very frustrated.

"ro- ROMAN?!" You couldn't believe what you was happening before your eyes.

Roman was starting to stutter, very afraid of the confrontation and what you would've done to him. "i- if you let me explain, wow um- this is... god". Roman laughs at himself by now having his guard down, taking his palms to his face. "i don't believe this is a laughing matter". You tell him very noticeably furious. "yeah yeah i know that" he says now trying to calm himself down, placing his hands over his waist. "i was, um, leaving your coat, i texted you and-" you interrupted him, your face didn't get to change that much of anger but there was some confusion. "you texted me? no... when?" you thought he was lying, then when he was about to answer your question, you remember the massages you decided to ignore earlier. "yeah the little texts you received like half an hour ago i think?". Anger consumes all over again. "oh, so you texted me? great, that incredibly justified your invasion to here". You still keep some distance from him. "your door, y/n, it was open, okay?"

You were now more confused than before, you peeked over where your door was. "it was, open?" Clearly you felt a bit scared, anyone, people like roman or even worse could've come in, and I wouldn't have noticed. You start to think, while slowly lowering your weapon and sitting on your couch, thinking to yourself and zoning out, pretty much still away from roman. "yeah, so, that's pretty dangerous, i mean, i did entered here" Roman did a terrible joke and instantly was aware of how stupid that was. "you don't get to joke around you little shit". You tell him in a serious tone.

"Okay, let me tell you what happened" You were tired enough to try anything so you let him to talk anyway. "okay so, i did actually wanted to come here, bring your coat, say sorry whatever, and then leave, so when-" you interrupt him. "I'm sorry, say sorry, whatever?, what the fuck is that supposed to mean, I'm letting you explain by the way and you still feel like puking for fucking apologizing to me? are you that scared of feelings?"

"woah.. ummm, shit yeah, no" he didn't know what to say after that. "continue your little story roman" very curious what he has to say next. "... yeah, so, i rang your bell, and so then knocked your door, and it opened-"

"so you said, oh! this is a great idea to jerk myself off! that sounds like you by the way" you mocked him. "no, i actually entered because I wanted to see if there was something wrong-" he isn't serious is he? "oh how sweet romey" You kept on teasing him. He looked at you but didn't care about your tease, he knew it was deserving. "... everything was fine, so i left your coat here (he points next to him where the coat is) and then um... i saw the steam over there, you know" He scratched his head, turning his head to avoid your judgy eyes. Your face changed all over again, although, somehow, you got to feel calmed, weren't much on your nerves apparently.

"honestly, roman, it doesn't surprise me you did what you did, that's usually you, disgusting you know... you're fucked, and since we're talking sincerely... i did, actually... like you, just so you know... but, once again, you fucked it up."

You both stood silently, then you get up from your seat to then go to your bedroom for you to get changed, while roman stayed still where he was, processing this whole thing. You came out of your room now fully clothed and much more comfortable, but of course very unhappy of everything.

You stood right outside your bedroom, leaning right next to your door frame. "so... do i need to call (you shrug) i don't know, the police?... daddy?... so that you can get the hell out of my house?" You said very confident over your own person, knowing that roman wasn't capable of doing anything.

When he turns around, you notice he's tearing up a little bit. "tears, really?." You were currently not trusting his behavior. "i had no idea roman roy was able to feel emotions." You slightly smile, crossed your arms over your chest, kept on mocking him; it's like, you wanted him to feel hurt" You see him lowering his head, feeling blue, he only watches the floor. "i get it, yeah, you're right, i am a fuck up (he laughs at himself again, in a way to cope with his nerves)... i made a mistake". He then straightly looks at you. "I'm going to leave now, so..." he doesn't say anything else, then does what he says, and leaves.

All over again, there's nothing but silence and loneliness inside your flat, like always; but now there's only left, you and your thoughts trapped together.

You get to be yourself again, to feel sad and not seem intimidating in front of him. There was something about him when feeling miserable you didn't want to care about. You hated him, you don't want to empathize to his feelings... however, you couldn't help but to feel your heart ache a bit too strong after it. You didn't know what was good or bad anymore, just more loneliness feeding up on you, leading you to then sobbing uncontrollably, while laying on your bed.

Why him. Why me. I deserve better... but why do i have the necessity to be next to him?... was it really even that bad what he did? of course it was, but it is? He just... jerked off on another room in a distance... am i also a pervert by thinking it wasn't that bad? am i disgusting?... why do i wanted to hug him as well after seeing him like that...

what is wrong with me...

Confusing thoughts were consuming your mind, you couldn't escape them, you just tried to rest while bawling your eyes out, until you fell asleep with puffy eyes and dry tears covering your face.

Tomorrow you'll know better what to do.

continue.

[salty-dracon]

hsr 2.6 liveblog (explodes with excitement, dies from headache)

this is just another filler patch so no HUGE recap this time

anyway uhhhhhh the star rail trio goes to college (and i being american will have so much stuff to say about it) (i miss college) and their party is crashed by a combination fucked up film producer and monkey armageddon. oh and rappa beats up one or both of them.

Mission Start!

Welt and Himeko are literally parents but they're both scholars. Sheltering a trio of aimless twentysomethings and their pet rabbit

EXPENSIVE TUITION LOL WELCOME TO AMERICA FUCKERS

I'm already super excited for this patch. Besides the promise of a man with horrible mental health issues, this is the first time the Trailblazer will be traveling with Dan Heng in Penacony alongside March.

Pom-Pom. Oh no, it's MR HOLY FUCKERONI-

And that "you see the astral express in the lecture hall 1k" is already inaccurate (it's the moment of sol, not golden hour!!! dammit!)

RIBBONS THAT SERVE NO PURPOSE-

ROLL DEX- oh I miss the humor. This game is funny as fuck.

I like monkeys, they're good at kicking ass in like two different Asian epics. Oh, these aren't those kinds of monkeys? Noooooooo.

What's in the box? Rappa apparently! And she's sleeping right next to me - woah girl I may be bisexual but at least take me out to dinner first!

Oh no. Psychological horror monkeys. This is going to be a crazy patch.

monke

good on the vas for striking in the US, they need better conditions, but I'm also super glad that this patch is voiced so I could hear my feral raccoon go "bana bana"

rappa what an intro - BONK

prono-uncing things incorectly (anyone remember that vine series?)

"osaru" as in "saru" which is Japanese for monkey

"Do American college campuses really look like this?" Not the ones I've been to

Dan Heng's mouth is curving upward by 2 degrees when he says "let's take a look around" that's how you know he's excited

People who are good about analyzing this game's characters have been noting how Dan Heng has changed the way he interacts with his two besties over the course of the game. In this setting, he's not standing apart from them at all to protect or watch over them, he's chilling by their side, showing how relaxed he feels.

Bruhhhh my fanfic was so inaccurate lmao

how do you do fellow student

Dan Heng listens to the dean(?) cancel all classes and he's like "yup, sounds like Penacony" bro why aren't you concerned. this is how I know you've never been to an academic college

nooooo the "lecture hall" is just a test room noooooooo (is this how rwby fans felt writing fanfiction after season 2)

oh this guy absolutely has a 2.4 out of 5 stars on ratemyprofessor.

no way he's this fucking excited bro even march is on his case

It's been less than two minutes and he's already threemouthing AND using mind control powers. Good god he's completely insane

Most Normal Man In Penacony if I'm being completely honest

his English VA is reading the lines so well. like he always does (drv3, hfr) but he's really cooking

you know somethings wrong when your friend with the most boring smartphone case in the universe gets a shot at becoming a Hollywood star and you, funny meme creature, don't

awwww I love walking around with my friends

yes bestie this is what people call chuunibyou

is she ok

hi boothill. this ain't even him trying to pull a heist or do something crazy he's just trying to mentor rappa or something

is the dreamscape being infected with banana memoria or something, is that why cowboy is having such a hard time right now? his self censoring algorithm got replaced with an even worse self censoring algorithm?

Oh Robin is immune to the banana tuning (idol bullshit) and set Boothill back to normal real quickly. Good for her! Is this why she ends up DJing that one party? To unbanana the crowd?

"tough guys exploring their soft side are a thing these days"

robinhill fans must be going insane rn

Slumbernana Monkey Slasher Fanfiction isn't surprising to me. Getting your fanwork banned for disturbing content??? That's weird! (Note: I am a horror writer and you should SEE the things the torture surgeon does in my work)

Dr. Primitive is messing with the memoria, yeah.

AWWWW MARCH SITTING ON THE DESK AWWWW THEY LOOK JUST LIKE COLLEGE STUDENTS IN AN EMPTY CLASSROOM TOGETHER AWWWWW

*hands you a bottle of okami ink* paint moo deng the hippo right now

dan heng please get banana'd it would be so funny

yup there we go

and that's how march meets boothill

dan heng really loves his friends doesn't he awww

THEY TURNED RICHIE INTO A MONKEY - wait no richie's still alive

this feels like a weird ass high school subplot a la an old Disney channel show and it's funny to watch

he got infected

THEY'RE ACTUALLY TURNING PEOPLE INTO MONKEYS

finally, dr primitive name drop

hi reca

IS THIS WHOLE SCRIPT SERIOUSLY A CHAINSAW MAN REFERENCE-

the English dub cast is having too much fucking fun this patch

please don't make reca normal. I need more psychological horror from him

yeah that's definitely a mad scientist

THERE'S MY PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR FILM DIRECTOR (what a badass cutscene!)

wait BLACK SWAN'S COWORKER?!

ugh... he's technically OK he's just really really crazy.... boring.....

NO NOT BOOTHILL'S HATRED FOR THE IPC NOOOO THAT'S WHY WE LIKE HIMMMM

oh god they basically reverted him to a 10 year old in an adult body

he's... fine somehow

Dr. Primitive is honestly one of the more interesting mad scientists I've seen. He's got an interesting and fucked up philosophy that feels more magnanimous than just trauma. And he's not receptive to threats. He's very logical except for his emotions which are also in his opinion perfectly logical. It's interesting.

That was a cool cutscene! Again! The Matrix reference LOL

every time dan heng says "bana" he seems to die inside a little

oh duh. memokeepers are memetic entities. they'd of course be infected by memetic viruses.

WHAT

I wasn't going to comment on the fact that Kucha didn't sound perfectly like a real ninja master but you're telling me he was never one in the first place?! And I thought Kucha and the Primitive experiments were different and they were the same?! That's crazy! This is really good.

Awwwwww. And that's how she became a Ranger.

what a suspiciously dj-turntable sized box

yeehaw

please just party already lol

:/

(one boss fight later) damn that cowboy can dance and that raccoon can stick the landing

"academic years are some of the happiest of their lives" yeag. yeah I miss them

oh he's craaaaaaaazy

Final thoughts on this patch, after reading some reviews, getting some rest, and editing:

Never a dull moment when the dango trio are together. It was really great getting to have some fun times together with the besties again- it was honestly kind of a disappointment that Dan Heng was never with us for long on Penacony, so having him around for just this little bit was pretty nice. Also, very fun to see him be passionate about something and involve him in the protagonist's shenanigans.

Rappa felt like such a gag character at first (I'm old enough to remember the Pokemon kids from my high school) until we got to her backstory which went SUPER hard and hit like a truck.

Reca has issues. I like him. I still do feel a little disappointed that the whole "look at our villain, he's really fucked up" thing from the trailer was a massive bait and switch. I loved his writing though, and the full version of the film reel scene was INSANE.

But by far my favorite character in this patch is, believe it or not, Dr. Primitive. You saw so much of his philosophy on display within both Rappa's flashbacks and his conversations with the other characters, including the way he manipulates his minions. (And I forgot because I was just on autopilot for some of it, but yes also what kind of specimens really interest him a la Boothill.) Comparisons can definitely be drawn between him and Ruan Mei, both Genius Society members that really give 0 shits about what's good for the rest of the universe. For Genius Society lore enjoyers, this patch's going to be the subject of a lot of conversation.

Boothill yay. Robinhill shippers will be going wild this patch.

I saw a lot of criticism on the story, and I'm inclined to agree with it. Not every patch can be a banger, but this one could have used an hour or two less of fluff. The reason the liveblog is so fast at the beginning and slows down by the end is honestly that I just got bored. Participating in every full detail of the villain's plot wasn't COMPLETELY necessary, y'know? This isn't a game like Ace Attorney where you need to know every little bit. Honestly, I had a headache doing all of this in three sessions, and seeing the same jokes and even plot points restated over and over did sort of get to me. I wouldn't say this soured my opinion of anything in the long run, just that I hope this much fluff in a filler patch won't be the way things go in the future. (The previous Xianzhou filler had MUCH better pacing.)

[slayonehundredninetytwo]

Triple Threat (Part 1)

sickie: Han, Suengmin, and Felix

tw:emeto

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Bang Chan has always been protective of Han and all his other members. Maybe that’s why when 3Racha was gathered in the studio to write lyrics for their next comeback, he quickly noticed something seemed off about him. His energy was no where near its usual level, especially with his birthday being the next day. The boy was relatively quiet, and looked tired and was significantly paler than normal.

Changbin, who was yet to notice the younger boy’s condition was in the middle of suggesting a line when he was interrupted by a worried Chan.

“Hannie, are you alright over there? You’re not looking too hot.”

“Are you calling me ugly?” Han responded, he was trying to divert the conversation by cracking a joke and not really answering. But his delivery was flat, and not convincing to Chan, who saw right through him.

“I mean you seem sick. You’re so quiet over there. Are you feeling okay?”

Han knew he had no chance at getting past Bang Chan on this one. He gave in.

“Stomach hurts.”

He admitted.

“Do you think you’re going to throw up?” A concerned Changbin asked.

Instead of responding, Han slapped his hand over his mouth with a gag. Changbin was quick to grab the bin from under the desk and hold it under Han’s mouth just in time for the boy to loose the first wave of his dinner.He expected Han to take the bin and hold it for himself, but the poor boy instead kept his hands on his stomach, leaving Changbin to hold the trash can for him. But Changbin didn’t mind.

Chan moved to rub Jisung’s back, who pretty much had his head fully ducked down into the bin. When he finally sat up, his appearance was only worse. He was sweaty, his pale face now joined by rosy red cheeks. The poor boy was breathing raggedly from the strain of throwing up. Both of the other 3Racha felt so bad for him.

“Okay. Let’s get you home.”

Chan said, but he had no idea what was waiting for them back at the dorms.

——————————

Meanwhile, the rest of the boys had gone back to the dorm for the night after having dinner. Hyunjin tagged along to the other dorm, seeing that the rest of his dorm-mates were in the studio and he didn’t want to be alone. When they arrived home, most of the members retreaded to their rooms, aside from Felix and of course Hyunjin who flopped down onto the couch.

When Felix sat down on the couch, he was exhausted. His limbs felt heavy.His head pounded inside his skull. His whole body ached. He was cuddled against Hyunjin. He felt so awful. There was no way to even explain how miserable he was. He decided that he could at-least try and take some medicine to help with the aches. Standing up from his spot on the couch, he felt his vision swim. He stood unsteadily for a moment before feeling someone guiding him to sit back down.

“Woah. Lixie, are you okay? You looked like you were gonna pass out or something”

Hyunjin asked with a worried expression.

“I’m okay… just a little dizzy.”

Felix said. He was struggling to speak Korean. His whole brain felt so foggy, he was barely able to think straight in English, let alone Korean.

“Are you sure? You look flushed.What were you getting up for anyway?”

“I was gonna get some ibuprofen. My head hurts like hell.” Felix confided in his hyung, slipping into English without even noticing.

Hyunjin semi-understood him and touched his hand to the only slightly younger boy’s forehead and found that he was burning up. 

“Lix, you’re on fire.”

A chill ran through the fevered boy. 

“I’m going to go get you that medicine. And some water. You, stay here okay?”

He nodded and laid down across the couch, falling asleep before Hyunjin had even left the room. 

When Hyunjin returned with the medicine, he saw Felix already was out like a light. He decided to use the opportunity to take his temperature, thankfully it was the kind you swipe across the forehead so it didn’t wake him up. When the thermometer beeped, it read 39.2. That was way too high. He decided the best choice was to wake Felix up and get him to take some medicine.

“Lixie?”

He said, gently shaking him awake.

“Huh..” He groaned. He had only been asleep for a few minutes, but he somehow felt even worse than before. He was disoriented, light headed, and his whole body ached. 

“Can you sit up and take some medicine for me?”

Instead of sitting up, the boy just looked confused.

“Lix? It will help, you really have to tak it, your fever is too high.”

Soon it became clear that Felix wasn’t really understanding what he was saying. He realized he wouldn’t be able to take care of the boy alone anyway, and decided to go get Seungmin, who is pretty good at English.

“I’ll be right back.”

He said to Felix, hoping he had said it correctly in English.

——————————————————-

When he got to Seungmin’s room, he heard loud wet coughing.

“Seungmin? Are you okay?”

“..’m fine..” He rasped once he could finally catch his breath. 

Hyunjin was taken aback by how sickly the singers voice sounded. He sounded really congested and the coughing seemed to have torn up his throat a bit. And Hyunjin was right, it totally did. It made his already sore throat burn even more than it had been all day.

“Whas up?” He tried to asked, although it was barely audible considering how measly his voice was at this point 

Hyunjin walked over and placed his head on Seungmin’s forehead. 

“I think you have a fever too. Not as high as Felix’s though.”

“What do you mean Feli-“ He cut himself off with another coughing fit, and Hyunjin rubbed his back, unsure what to do. It had to be the worst cough that Hyunjin had ever heard, he worried Seungmin wouldn’t get enough air with how much he was wheezing. 

To say Hyunjin was stressed was an understatement. He was on the edge of a panic attack, but had to collect himself for the sake of Seungmin and Felix. He went to get Lee Know, surely he would know what to do with two sick boys.

———————————————-

Lee Know did not know what to do. 

They thought it would be best to move both of the unwell members to the couch where it would be easier to take care of them. But they were not exactly sure what else to do from there. So of course, they called their leader.

“Lee Know! I was just about to call you. Han’s sick. We’re on the way home right now.”

“Shit.” Lee Know said. That wasn’t exactly the response Chan had been expecting, but it fit.

“Yeah. Why did you call anyway?” Chan said, realizing that it was out of character for Minho to interrupt 3Racha while they were at work.

“Felix and Seungmin are sick too.”

“Shit.” Chan now understood Minho’s reasoning.

“We can bring him over there, make it easier to take care of them.”

“I was thinking the same thing.”

“Alright, see you then.”

And with that, their phone call was over.

When they arrived at the dorm, they were met with yet another coughing fit from Seungmin, and Jisung sprinting down the hall to the bathroom to throw up the little he had left in him. There was also a sweaty confused Felix slouched over on the couch, along with a very frustrated Hyunjin.

“Felix, can you please take this medicine? Your fever is way too high to not. It could be dangerous.”

But Hyunjin’s begging went practically unheard by the fevered boy, who was struggling to listen to what the older boy was saying, let alone understand Korean.

“For goodness sake Felix, take the damn medicine!”

Hyunjin yelled. He immediately regretted it when he saw tear well up in Felix’s eyes.

“Lixie please don’t cry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get mad I-“

“Why are you mad at me?” the younger boy said in english.

Hyunjin felt so bad. He hadn’t meant to upset the sick boy. Relief washed over him when he saw Chan had returned with Han who had finished throwing up for the time being.

“What’s the matter?” He said.

“I can’t get Yongbokie to take his medicine. This fever is really messing with him. It’s pretty high and if it gets any higher it could be dangerous.”

Hyunjin had almost entirely forgot about Seungmin, until he reminded them of his presence with a huge sneeze.

“Bless you.” Chan said, before turning to Felix.

“Hey bud. I know you’re not feeling well, but can you take this medicine for us? It will make you feel better.” He said it all in English, hoping it would get through to Felix better. Sure enough, Felix took the pills before lying back down and falling right back to sleep. They decided to take all three of the boys temperature to check how bad each is. Seungmin was at 38.1, Han was as 38.3, and Felix was somehow getting worse, with now 39.4. They brought each of the boys cold wash cloths and medicine to combat their respective symptoms. Once that was all taken care of, the three sick boys cuddled up together on the couch.

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“You know it’s interesting that they all got sick with different things at the same time.” Changbin said when things had settled down.

“I don’t think they did. It looks to me like they all have some type of flu, but it’s just attacking their bodies differently. Han in the stomach, Seungmin in his sinuses, and Felix.. well his whole body with a high fever.”

They were going to continue discussing the topic when Jisung jolted awake from the cuddle pile on the couch and grabbed the bucket that has been placed for him beside the couch, somehow still bringing something up. Minho went beside Han, rubbing his back and gently playing with his hair, trying his best to comfort the boy. Seungmin woke up in yet another coughing fit, this time even worse than before, it wracked his whole body, his chest sore and his throat torn. The poor boy could barely catch his breath as wheezed and gasped for air between coughs. Jeongin walked over and held the boy up by his shoulders to steady him, patting his back every once in a while, not really sure what to do when someone is having a coughing fit.

In the commotion, Felix woke up as well. Felix was known to not do well around other people throwing up, especially when he was sick himself. But Felix wasn’t the focus of the other members right now, with two of the other sick boys needing attention, no one thought to help Felix escape the scene and the vomit. He started feeling queasy, and he was already hot and sweaty as is. The sight of Han being sick made him grow nauseous until it finally peaked, and he couldn’t hold it back any longer. Vomit streamed from his mouth and onto his clothes, but it didn’t end there. He heaved up the rest of his dinner onto the floor before leaning back into the couch, too tired to care.

Finally, the chaos calmed down and they were able to clean up a bit. Chan took Felix to change his clothes and take a cool shower to clean off and hopefully help with the fever. Once Felix was out of the shower and in fresh clothes, hey snuggled back in with the other sick boys. The other members of the group got comfortable around them too, they were in for a long couple of days more.

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wow that was a long one. i think im going to write a part 2 of this one. i hope to get it out today or tomorrow so i can get to work on other things, but i have some more ideas with this one and thought it would be better as a part two. i hope you guys liked this, sorry for the scare earlier 🤣😮‍💨

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part two