#you don't need to send me any (I just like making them)

[dokyumms]

seventeen's reaction to you overworking yourself (hyung line) !

pairings: hyung line x reader (find maknae ver. here)

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 1.6k

cw: light cursing, overworking, fatigue, fainting

a/n: i had to cut this in half since it was getting too long and i wanted to make sure i posted today! i have NO idea why i made seungcheol's so long lmao. hope you enjoy kings ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ also, i will be closing my requests so i can catch up on them over the weekend, i'll try to get them done by monday! thank you for all the support, it means so much to me ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

seungcheol - seungcheol is livid. you're still at your second part-time job when seungcheol calls you, "send me your location, y/n." you didn't tell seungcheol you had taken on a second job. you've never been comfortable with money, always having to work multiple jobs to stay afloat. that was until you met seungcheol, and since then he's always taken care of your expenses, even offering to pay for part of your tuition, and you decided it was enough. you didn't want for your (millionaire) boyfriend to think you were using him, so you told him you took on some evening classes.

today, you're covering someone else's shift. originally, you weren't going to, but after their promise of sending you a little extra money for it, you accepted.

"cheol, i told you i'm-"

"at class still? don't bullshit me, y/n. you didn't take on any new classes, you left your paper schedule on the counter."

your stomach drops. ah hell, you must be stupid. "y/n, what are you really doing?" he asks, almost pleading. there's absolutely no fighting it at that point, "i'm... at work. shift just ended, i'll send you my location." in defeat, you sit on a barstool at the restaurant and wait for seungcheol.

when he walks in, his eyes are immediately on you, walking over and grabbing your hand. "let's go," is all he says. the car ride is silent with tension; he only asks about it once you two are both home. "why? y/n there's no reason for you to be working another job. i'm right here; if you needed financial help, i could've helped you." he says gently, trying to maintain his frustration, but his brows are furrowed, exposing his true emotions.

"that's just the thing seungcheol, you're always here to help me. i don't want to use you because i can't support myself." you reason, but seungcheol obviously isn't buying it. "y/n, you're not using me, even if you did i wouldn't care. i don't want to watch you struggle when i know i can help." he takes your hand into his own. "don't do this to yourself, please. i love you too much to let this keep going." looks like you're quitting that job.

jeonghan - you and jeonghan are walking home from your date night. it's supposed to be romantic, you two walking hand in hand, but you're feeling the weight of the all nighters you've been pulling all week to finish your project, walking wobbily on the side walk.

"did you drink or something? you're walking a little funny babe." jeonghan teases before giving you a genuine look of concern. you try to laugh it off, "hah, maybe." but then your eyes start to droop ever so slowly. jeonghan notices, "have you been sleeping?" damn. did your concealer wear off or something? you're about to respond, but your legs give out and jeonghan catches you before everything goes dark.

you wake up on the couch, tucked in with a blanket with jeonghan caressing your forehead lovingly. "so i'm guessing the answer to my question is no," jeonghan murmurs, giggiling. "but seriously y/n- don't scare me like that," he adds. "i know i know, sorry-" you say, trying to sit up, but jeonghan interupts. "i don't think so, you need to rest baby," he gently pushes you back down before joining you on the couch. "we'll talk about this seriously later, let's just sleep for now." wrapping his arms around you, leaving you no choice but to comply.

joshua - joshua wants to trust you, knowing that you're fully capable of taking care of yourself, but he can't help but worry when he looks over at you. you've been sitting at your desk for hours now, trying to finish all your assignments before the end of the grading period.

he walks over, putting his hands on your shoulders and massaging them. "you've been working for a bit, love. how about a break?" he suggests. you turn around, giving him a small smile, "i really would shua, but i've got like 2 hours till this is due. just let me finish this and i'll take a break." he frowns, "you promise?" "i promise," he hums in response, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before retreating to whatever he was doing.

2 hours later, joshua is back at your desk, only to find you slumped over your papers. he sighs, shaking his head before taking a look at your laptop. "hm, looks like you made the deadline," he says softly, gently shaking you awake.

"you did it, love. i'm proud of you, but i don't want you doing this often- it makes me worried." he murmurs, "come on, you need to take your well deserved break in a more comfortable space," taking your hand and guiding you to your room.

jun - honestly he gets it, between his singing and acting career, he knows what it's like to always feel like you're on the clock. he still doesn't approve of this though.

you just got home from working over time, it's 11:35- you both should be asleep, but he's waiting for you on the couch. looking at you, his heart breaks, noticing the eyebags, the bad posture, the way you're barely holding onto your bag, all of it. he makes his way over to you.

"oh, y/n," you don't process what's happening, about 30 seconds from fall asleep as he holds you. taking your bag from your hand, he then ushers you toward the couch. he helps you take off your jacket and shoes.

"do you want something to eat? water?" he asks while laying you down. you shake your head, but he still hands you a waterbottle anyway. "i'm always scared when you're like this bǎo bèi," he comments softly. "please take care of yourself, but if you can't, i'll be here." he gives you a kiss before laying your head down, falling asleep almost immediately.

hoshi - hoshi is nothing short of assertive, literally showing up to your job. "soonyoung, what are you-" "do you know what time it is? i'm taking you home." he leaves no room for argument as he drags you out of your work place. you're going to need to explain this to your manager.

"i'm not letting you do this to yourself, y/n. it's late. why are you still trying to work at this hour?" he asks, frustrated. "soonyoung, you know why. i don't have a roommate anymore; i can't pay rent with one income." he sighs, "i know, but you just look so- i don't know- tired now. i can help y/n, just let me."

there's no talking your way out of this, you just let him drag you all the way back to your apartment while rambling about how bad working late could be for your health: what if someone kidnaps you on the way home? what if you faint while you're walking up the stairs because you're so tired? what if you're so sleepy you don't notice someone walking by and you run into them and fall into a storm drain?

wonwoo - he doesn't scold you, but he'll get all nerdy and tell you terrible facts about not taking care of yourself.

you're bent over your laptop, trying to finish a whole group project on your own since you got assigned terrible partners. he sits down besides you, whispering in your ear, "keep sitting like that, and you won't be able to walk properly at 40," you scoff, but adjust your posture anyway, you don't want to test this guy. smiling in victory, he kisses you before walking away, reminding you to take a break.

you don't listen to him though, getting carried away in your work. wonwoo comes back every so often to tell you that your brain will start eating itself because you haven't eaten, you'll get terrible wrinkles because you're dehydrated, all that stuff.

once you're finally done and in bed, he scolds you, of course. "i know you think i'm joking, but i'm not y/n. this isn't good for you, next time you do this, i'm forcing you to stop, okay?" he strokes your hair and gives you a kiss. "i love you a lot, so take good care of yourself, can't have you dying on me."

woozi - out of all the members, he's definitely the one who relates to you the most. he knows you'll drown out the sound of people telling you to take breaks, so he takes things into his own hands.

you're working at your desk when woozi turns your chair around and grabs your hand, dragging you to the couch. you try to argue, you really need to finish this so your group doesn't fall behind on the project, but he doesn't take no for an answer.

"shush y/n, just let me talk." he starts, "i know what it's like, i really do. you feel like everyone is depending on you, and maybe they are, but you don't have to do it all alone," when you try to dismiss him and get back to work, he's actually pinning you to the couch. in any other circumstance, you'd be turned the hell on... but he's serious about this. "listen, stop trying to shut me out y/n. i'm someone you can rely on, and i want you to. don't do this to yourself, i won't let you."

you nod in agreement. "good, now let's just stay here for a second," he lays on top of you, trapping you under him so there's nothing you can do but rest.

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reaction to their s/o stuttering while explaining something

Request: Celeste hello it's me again LMAOOO I hope you're doing fine my queen 🫶 so hear me out, ot13 with s/o that always stutter whenever they tried to talk with them or explain something that they don't understand. I hate that whenever I tried to explain something to my friends, I'm always stuttering ended up I became quite person 😔 idk if you already nake it or not.

- ⭐️ anon

A/N: Aww my love, first of all, you’re amazing just the way you are and stuttering when explaining something doesn’t make you any less smart or capable! Please don’t let stuttering stop you from speaking up. You have important things to say and your voice deserves to be heard! Sending you so much love!

Absolutely Patient Kings (Would Wait Forever for You to Finish Without Rushing You)

Joshua: The most reassuring and patient partner. He’d probably hold your hands while you talk, nodding and smiling to encourage you. If you got flustered, he’d rub your back and say, “No rush, sweetheart. Just tell me however you can.” Even if you ended up not finishing your explanation, he’d still act like he understood just to make you feel better.

Wonwoo: He’d just stare at you with soft eyes, never once interrupting or making you feel rushed. If you got too frustrated, he’d calmly say, “It’s okay, take your time.” He hates the thought of you going quiet because you feel insecure. If you ever gave up mid-sentence, he’d encourage you to try again or just wait until you feel ready.

Woozi: He might seem intimidating at first but he’s actually super patient. He understands that thoughts can be hard to put into words sometimes (since yk, he's a songwriter sou; it's different from stuttering but you get the point), so he’d just listen, nodding along to make you feel comfortable. If you ever got upset, he’d softly say, “It’s fine, baby. Just say whatever comes to mind. I get you.”

Encouraging Sweethearts (Would Help You Find the Right Words Without Making You Feel Bad)

Dokyeom: Would be the most verbal with his support. “Awww, my baby is working so hard to explain! So cute.” If you got upset, he’d say, “Hey, hey! No getting mad at yourself. Take your time, jagi. I’ll wait forever if I have to!” He’d try to finish your sentences but only if you wanted him to. If you shook your head, he’d laugh and say, “Okay, okay! I won’t guess, you got this!”

Mingyu: Would physically encourage you like nodding enthusiastically, leaning in closer, or squeezing your hands. If you got too flustered, he’d pout and say, “Why are you embarrassed? I love hearing you talk!” He’d make you feel so so so safe that even if you were stuttering like crazy, you wouldn’t feel judged at all.

Seungkwan: He’d notice if you’re struggling and immediately jump in to help. “Wait, are you trying to say [this]?” If he guessed wrong, he’d giggle and say, “Oops, my bad. Keep going, baby, I’m listening.” He’d never let you feel embarrassed about stuttering—he’d even make fun of himself for the times he trips over his own words just to make you laugh lol. That's how much of a sweetheart our boo seungkwan is.

Dino: Dino would be so supportive but also a little bit awkward at first because he wouldn’t know how to help. He’d be like, “Uh…do you need me to like…wait? Or should I help?” He would never judge you and over time, he’d probably develop his own way of helping you feel comfortable. He’d even joke around like, “It’s okay, jagiya, I stutter when I rap too!”

Would Try to Decode Your Words (Determined to Understand You No Matter What)

Jun: Would be the most dramatic about it in the cutest way. If you stuttered too much, he’d go, “Ahhh! The suspense! I must know what you’re trying to say!” He’d grab your shoulders and act like he’s on the edge of his seat. You’d roll your eyes, but his goofy ass would make you laugh and forget about feeling insecure.

Hoshi: Would take this as a challenge. If you stuttered too much, he’d squint and go, “Okay, wait. I think you’re trying to say...hmm…” He’d get all dramatic about it, acting like Sherlock Holmes trying to solve a mystery. “Okay, one more time, baby! I’m almost there!” You’d end up laughing and he’d just grin and say, “See? No stress! Just talk however you want.”

Vernon: Would be so chill about it that you wouldn’t even feel nervous after a while. He’d nod and hum while you talk, even if you were struggling to explain. If you gave up, he’d shrug and say, “It’s cool, I kinda get what you mean. But also, no pressure, you don’t have to explain if you don’t wanna.” He’d make you feel like stuttering isn’t a big deal at all, which would actually help you feel less self-conscious.

Would Try to ‘Fix’ the Problem (But Only Because They Love You So Much)

Seungcheol: He’d notice if you were getting frustrated with yourself and would not let that slide. “Hey. Stop that. You’re explaining just fine.” If you got quiet, he’d cup your face, “You don’t have to rush. Just say what you can.” He’d be so reassuring that even if you were a mess of stutters, you’d feel safe trying again.

Jeonghan: Would tease you about it but only to make you laugh and ease your nerves. If you got too flustered, he’d smirk and say, “Why are you so nervous? It’s just me, angel.” He’d never let you feel insecure but if he saw you getting upset, he’d immediately drop the teasing and softly say, “I’ll wait as long as it takes, okay?”

Minghao: Hao hates seeing you get frustrated. He’d say (with that soft voice of his), “Take a deep breath, love. No need to rush.” But if you kept struggling, he’d eventually ask, “Do you want me to guess? Or should we write it down instead?” He wouldn’t want to “fix” you but would try to find ways to make you feel less stressed about talking.

[cxvii666]

“hoe cakes”

college au! denki kaminari + hanta sero x reader

“i got this girl and she wants me to duke her, i told her i'd come scoop her around eight, she said, super!”

cw: denki and sero are on the HUNT, whole gist is denki wants to prove that a threesome with 'two guys' is better than a threesome with 'two girls'' and you're a the potential candidate, soooo mdni ig, vulgar, lowk douchebag-ish denki + sero but not really, reader is certfiied fine shyt (i dont make the rules), fem reader, bad language, college au, mostly crack, shenanigans ig, good times to follow

wc: 2k

"omg, oh my god!"

denki kaminari bursts into the library, zero tact, completely out of breath, face all flushed, chest heaving, and rushes over to where his friends are sat, nearly knocking over bakugou's laptop as he drops his backpack and practically leaps over the table, to try and talk to sero.

bakugou, who was sat minding his own fucking business, turns his head in absolute disbelief, about to swing on the guy, but pauses at denki's heavy breathing and frazzled state, kirishima's noise of concern is brushed off with a "gimme a second," as the blonde heaves for a minute, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

"oh sero, bro," he gasps out finally, "i just saw the baddest girl ever, you gotta come quick."

any concerns over the blondes state quickly washes away and hanta sero looks up from his phone, disinterestedly. "dude, what? where?"

denki takes the seat opposite to his best friend, and points frantically from the direction he just ran from, "outside on the quad, there was a girl, with the hair, and the eyes."

sero, kiri, and bakugou had been in the library for at least three hours now and, god, hanta was bored.

he'd given up on waiting for denki to show face and had gotten so bored that he actually started studying. but damn, he needed a break. he rolls his shoulder with a yawn as he raises an eyebrow at denki.

bakugou sends both of them a death glare before putting his headphones on. hanta pulls a face at him before stretching out his back and then relaxing into his chair, voice dropping to a mock whisper and teases, "bro said 'hair and eyes'."

"just shut up for a sec," denki hisses and slumps down on the table, partially ontop of one of hanta's textbooks, "wow, i really need to start hitting the gym, fuck, my chest hurts."

hanta rolls his eyes at his friends dramatics as he doodles in the margin of his textbook. denki takes his silence as a sign to continue.

"you gotta, just listen- soooo, i'm walking outside by that big tree on the quad becuase it's super windy and i couldn't catch a light, and, oh, i can't even describe her, but yeah, there was one loud smell, and you know me, i had to follow it and BAM there she was with sat behind the bike shed with, what's his name?" he jabs a thumb at kiri, "his friend. y'know the guy with the hair- yeah- uh, they were smoking like-"

his increasing longwinded tale, that is increasingly arising in volume, in very quiet section of the library, is cut off by, a very impolite bakugou clearing his throat, threat clear in his eyes.

it seems like hanta's brain is finally starting to switch on, as his eyes widen at the implication of his denki's words. "oh shit," he wiggles his eyebrows at his friend playfully, his voice still low, "is she still outside? i have to see this..."

"well fucking exactly!" denki 'whispers' back gesturing wildy with is arms, "that's what i've been trying to fucking say but your slow ass keeps asking me questions and-"

the blonde pauses and suddenly snatches up hanta's notebook to cover his face as he ducks.

"and what?" sero repeats, his face scrunching in confusion.

"shut- the fuck up," the break in denki's voice is comical, "holy shit, don't make it obvious, she's behind-"

sero's head whips to the side so fast, i swear there was an audible click. and sure enough, if he tilts his head, and squints to look, in the gaps in between the bookshelves, there you are.

"i said don't make it obvious, you fucking moron."

too late now.

he's staring at you unabashedly as you walk into their section behind two of your friends, easy smile gracing your features, as you all take a seat on one of the open tables across the library.

"oh shit," hanta gulps moving to look at denki, who has now leaned over the table to stare at you from over hanta's shoulder, "she does have hair and eyes."

"what did i just say fucking say, i swear, this guy-"

the blonde is too loud in his ear and hanta pushes his friend's head away with his palm, eyes still on your figure. "have you spoken to her yet?"

"what part are you not getting?" and denki gets all up in his face and pushes his own fingers into hanta's forehead in retaliation, as he repeats, exasperated, "i saw her, and then, i came straight here, to find you!"

"what, oh..." the realisation dawns on him finally and a lazy smirk creeps onto his features, "bro, your superrr freaky, i'm in, hundred percent. do you think she'll be down?"

"you're both fucking idiots, you know that, right?"

bakugou who has seemingly been listening, eavesdropping, in on their conversation, scoffed at his friends.

"i thought you were studying, kacchan?"

kirishima had been sat next to hanta, and when the question in his eyes, that flit between the two grinning fools, goes unanswered by either, bakugou sighs deeply, and points, with violent intent for sure, his mechanical pencil in the direction of the other blonde, his voice gruff, "were you not there? last friday night? when the fuck-squad was playing 'would you rather', talkin' bout-"

"about threesomes!" denki cuts in, grin manic, as hanta snickers opposite him, "ok kiri, lemme' ask you, because we've been debating for like two days, would you rather a threesome with another guy, or two girls? because i- said another guy-"

"wait i am so lost, what-"

"fellas, is it gay to want a threeway with your homie?"

"bro, hear me out, but this might be fate."

hanta's reply is muffled through a mouthful of pizza.

after not getting kicked out of the library, the two decided, denki decided and hanta had the evening off work, to go into town. initially, denki had sold hanta the idea of beer and ramen, but by the time they got to the high street, the smell of pizza seemed to be calling.

the pizza place was local, and extremely well known by their friend group, and the two had stumbled in, many a night, drunk, or faded, or both. and, directly opposite, happened to be, a record shop.

they'd been in there with jirou maybe once or twice, but it was one of those old buildings that always looked closed.

like right now. from out of the big glass window on the left side of their favourite booth, and they could see the shop front, the lights were out, windows all shut down.

and guess who was right outside of their fucking window, across the street, unlocking the front door.

"where tf are you going?" hanta coughs out in between bites rolling his eyes, because of course, denki is already grabbing his hoodie and fixing to stand up. like they reaally couldn't sit down and eat for five minutes.

"fym, where am i going," he mimics- "a golden opportunity," and again, denki is waving his hands about like a maniac, gesturing vaguely upwards, like universe or some other divine entity had blessed them and hanta was stupid for not getting it, "has just been handed to us, and you don't wanna jump on it?"

it's silent for a beat, only broken by hanta slurping noisily from his straw. he takes a moment to burp loudly and to glance forlornly at their hot pizza. he closes his eyes and sighs, already mourning the taste of the cheese on his tongue, before he resigns himself to whatever the fuckmess of a two man step denki is planning.

"jump on it?"

"jump on it."

"jum- y'know what, fine, lets go, and you can do all the talking."

"i can't believe you forgot your key again."

the disc your holding nearly slips from your grasp as you move your phone from your ear and set it on the till counter. you click the speaker on and the sound of your coworker's rushed apologies flood the empty store.

you silently shake your head at her panic and place the stray disc back onto the cd tower whilst trying to reassure her softly. it was no big deal, you were already in the area, no, it's not a problem, blah blah.

once the line drops, you figure you might as well start opening the store for the evening and start by switching the big speaker on and slowly turning up the volume. whatever album that was already queued starts playing as you start clearing the area around the cash register.

as you card through the cds on the display rack, mentally making note of what needs to be switched out, nodding your head to the beat of the music, the bell jingles softly and footsteps pattern inside.

you don't look up and instead go to grab some receipt paper and pen, "that was quick, you said fifteen minutes."

you continue scratching out mixtape names onto the paper and humming along to the music. before you freeze, when you hear what sounds like a chuckle, a distinctly male chuckle.

"i haven't said anything yet."

the blonde speaks and you don't have time to think before you're brandishing your pen in front of you defensively like its a small plastic sword.

denki yelps, dramatic, and hanta looks like he's about burst out laughing, but when he looks at you, like looks at you, at the crinkle in your eyes and the bounce of your hair, he swallows his laughter with a cough.

"d'you greet all your customers like this, or are we just special?"

his voice is smooth, and you lower the pen, but not your gaze, trying not feel to too embarrassed, and shoot back, "well i don't know, do you always creep up on people like that?"

hanta's face twitches into a smile, as you roll your eyes, check the time. you'll finish clearing up, your coworker will arrive, and she can tend to the weird hot guys nosing around the shop, as payment for making you come in.

except it seems denki has other plans, and has recovered from his initial shock, as he's sauntered right up to the cash desk and its fiddling about with the display items. hanta scoffs silently at his act and turns to card his fingers through the vinyls stacked neatly on the main table.

the blonde clears his throat, once, twice, "aren't you-" and then he squints his amber eyes in fake recognition, "don't we have a class together?"

you look up from where you'd been reordering some cd cases to take in his features. the gentle slope of delicate nose, his bright eyes, the poorly dyed streak in his hair, the half smirk half smile painting his pretty pink lips.

"hmmm, no, i don't think so."

"no, no, i swear, aren't you in our uh, english lit class, right dude."

hanta snorts and your eyes lock across the shop. his narrow in thought, then he taps his chin like he's remembering something.

"y'know what, she does look kinda familiar." identical cheeky smirks dressing both of their faces, "maybe we do have a class together."

your laugh may be short, sarcastic, but it's light and airy, a soft exhale. "did you guys come in here to buy something, or just to waste my time?"

"and no, we don't have any classes together," your gaze floats from denki, and the way his hair softly falls about his face, "'think i woulda noticed you," to hanta's eyes, warm and brown watching carefully, like something is so heavily amusing to him. "both of you."

neither of them make to move from where their feet are planted on the carpeted floor. and you smirk when you hear the jingle of the door bells for the second time.

hands flying into action, you grab the pen again and scribble another note and slap it onto the counter. your sleeve brushes against denki's, and before he can even feel the static shock of the friction, you're grabbing your phone and your bag, and making your way to the front of the store, and waving your coworker goodbye.

the store echoes with the jingle for the third time.

and resting on the counter, next to denki's arm is the paper you left.

with your number on it.

WHATS UP GAMERS!!!!!!!!!!!! it is nearly 5am and i have to be up for work in maybe three hours if i jit snooze a shit ton anyways,,,, new series ig but not really FOR NOW standalone also lowk im love seeping my music taste in fics idk what it is,,, something about indoctrinating the masses or something gay and evil like that anyways if ur still here hope u enjoyed ily x

[midnight-bay-if]

(Sorry if I sent this ask twice I wasn’t sure if I sent it in or not and if I did I’m currently gaslighting myself that I didn’t lol)

Anyways!

How would the ROs react (both crushing and dating) to a MC looking bittersweetly at someone else getting flowers. And when they ask what’s wrong, MC says that no one has ever gotten them flowers before.

(It's okay, anon. You did already send it in, but I don't mind :) Also, I know you said both crushing and dating stages, but I chose which stage would be most interesting for each RO. Hope this is okay!)

S (crushing): Their tongue is running away from their head--sometimes, after a chaotic morning of wrangling Taj and Rain, they need to vent, and you have always been a sympathetic ear. "Taj has an unfortunate tendency to pester Rain after being forced out of bed--" They stop, recognising your attention has deviated, no longer nodding along with them. They follow your eyes to a nearby couple exchanging flowers with bright expressions.

"They are pretty," Selby probes gently.

"Nobody has ever bought me flowers before."

Well, that certainly will not do. "Excuse me a moment."

You watch as they turn on their heel and jog toward the flower shop the couple just exited. Your eyes widen when they return with the largest bouquet of deep red roses you have ever seen. "Forgive my tardiness," they say, bending forward in a bow as they hand them to you. "I hope you do not consider this too presumptuous, but you have only expedited my plans, not defined them; I will surprise you with the next."

Rain (crushing): You whispered the confession after a long night of binge-watching old soap operas together on the couch. A man courting his neighbour knocks on her door with flowers bought from the local corner shop. You sigh wistfully, bemoaning the lack of flowers in your own life. Rain's heart thuds and they realise this is something they wish to rectify. But here, it is viewed as a largely romantic gesture... would you even want to receive flowers from them?

The next day, Rain waits for you to return to your apartment with bated breath. After spending the day wandering the town for the most beautiful wildflowers, they came home and began to weave. As you open the door, they hold up a carefully crafted flower crown with flowers of your favourite colours.

"I-I know it's not the same, but... I hope you like it."

Taj (dating): Taj scoffs as you pass the sickly, sweet couple; their nose twinges when the pollen from the flowers they exchange crawls up them, the scent enough to make them cringe. They turn to you, ready with a harsh word to ridicule them, when they catch you glancing forlornly back at them as you pass.

"What's wrong with you?" They ask testily.

"Oh, nothing; nobody has bought me flowers before."

Taj scowls. Their instinct is to ask why you would care; flowers die quickly when cut. Any manipulator could walk into a gas station, pick up a cheap bouquet of flowers, and be in their lover's good books for a week. But, for once, they keep their mouth closed. Even if it's not something they understand, your face tells them it would make you happy.

But rather than waste their money on dying flowers, they think of the next best thing. For two nights straight, they stay up, folding coloured pieces of card, book open in their lap as they create the perfect undying bouquet. They slice their finger more than once, cussing out the air as they perfectly align their origami flowers.

When you come home, they present your paper flowers, cheeks burning, and fingers covered in plasters. "I will never fold another piece of paper again."

N (dating): N used to scoff at the demons that made such obvious romantic overtures with their victims. That's what they were, after all. Victims. There's absolutely no way these demons felt genuine affection for these people. Their grand gestures were simply traps to ensure the continued cooperation of the human. Demons were incapable of love.

Which does nothing to explain their continued loitering in your life. Their reason for finding you ceased to be an issue quite some time ago. Sure, perhaps your mental entanglements have them on a leash somewhat, but they would be lying if they said it is impossible to snap such a tether. They could seek a way if they wished.

When you so longingly stare at a couple exchanging flowers with obvious envy... It doesn't displease them to think you may share such a glance with them.

N thinks on all the grand gestures they have witnessed in their time, and as usual, they do not wish to settle for second best.

You return to your apartment after a few hours away, a strong floral scent hitting you as soon as you open the door. The floor is lit up with a line of candles, deep red petals scattered between them. You follow the trail across your apartment to your bedroom door. You push it ajar, light spilling in, the scent growing stronger. N lounges on your bed, a rose pinched between their forefinger and thumb, large rose bushes of every colour filling the room.

"I hope these are to your liking, my dear."

Umbra (crushing): Umbra prefers walking when the sky is grey. The overcast weather may accentuate their pale skin, but they always feel it suits them more. Nothing could detract from your shine, but their shadows are vast and looming... the larger your light, the greater the shadow they cast. So, they were grateful you suggested window shopping while the weather was dull.

A moment for you and them.

You pass a flower shop, your eyes drawn to its interior as if magnetised. A couple exits as you step up to the glass. A woman stares down happily at the bouquet in her hands, and Umbra thinks their heart might be harder if it were capable. They turn to you, hoping to share in the blissful moment, but your eyes appear sad.

"What's wrong?"

"Nobody has given me flowers before."

Umbra gasps, and their brow furrows. This is not okay. This needs to be fixed.

Without hesitation, Umbra turns on their heel and storms towards the couple, manoeuvres in front of them and snatches the flowers out of the woman's hand. Then, without a word, runs towards you, waving the bouquet in the air with a massive grin.

"MC! I got you flowers!"

(I'm not gonna lie... I cracked myself up with this one.)

[jaune-submissive-and-breedable]

How about a piece centered around Jaune wearing the sweater like in your header? Maybe a girl talking him shopping and having him try on different outfits, before “testing” them.

Jaune grimaced as he stood in the changing room stall, staring at the article of clothing laid out for him.

"Umm.....Coco....why am I here?" The fashionista rolled her eyes at the question. "Well, as you can see, you're here to model outfits that I pick out, and then I'll judge whether or not they're in season."

"I get that.....but why me?" "Oh," She said nonchalantly, holding a shirt up to her chest and inspecting it. "Because Velvet's been very jittery recently, and I don't wanna put too much stress on her. And besides...."

Hearing the door open, she turned to see Jaune standing in the doorway in a tight, form-fitting dress with an embarrassed expression.

"You look really good in Women's clothing! Right, Vel?" The rabbit faunus stood behind her team leader/friend, only nodded rapidly at her friend's question, eyes locked on Jaune. Instead of her usually straight brown hair being strewn about in a wild fashion, her mouth hung open as she panted heavily with each passing moment, and her face was bright red with blush covering every inch companied with thick beads of sweat.

Jaune stared at Velet with concern. To him, she appeared pretty sickly and needed rest. Coco reassured him she was fine, just a little under the weather. While the faunus girl tried to argue through strained breath that she was fine and just wanted to be alone for a while, but Coco wasn't having it and practically dragged her along. He doubted her claims but ultimately decided to go along with them, much like he did with his sister.

"I guess I see what you mean, " he said as he inspected himself in the changing room mirror. But Can we just get this over with? I'd hate it if someone saw me."

Coco rolled her eyes once more and chuckled. "Pretty sure no one would be surprised. You did wear a dress to the dance."

Jaune's face heated up, and a blush covered his face. " Hey! I...I... I made a promise, okay?" "yeah yeah...Just keep trying on clothes drama queen"

Time seemed to fly as Jaune tried on different outfits. Some of them were pretty tame, like a pair of slacks with a blouse or button-up shirt of some sort. Others were skirts or dresses of Coco's choosing. She also had him in a few more....risque choices such as a bikini or two, some and some questionable outfit choices.

Meanwhile, Velvet stood to the side, her chest heaving from her heavy pants. In truth, she was not alright. Like some animals, faunus have a period when their hormones go awol and need to breed. Unfortunately for Velvet, it was her time, and as a rabbit faunus, it was increased by ten. Making every touch, every smell, and every taste sends her into hormonal overdrive. She felt like she needed to breed every waking moment, and it took all her willpower to not give in and bend over for anyone. But watching Jaune trying on all these outfits was driving her wild. It didn't help that she had a little crush on the blondie after he dealt with Cardin.

'Any more of this torment, and I'll go crazy!' She thought. Racking her mind for any excuse to leave, she watched with bated breath as Jaune poked his head out again. A massive blush on his face.

"Hey...umm...Coco....I...I...I don't think this is a good fashion statement..."

Coco tapped her foot as she waited for him to emerge. "Arc....Seriously, I can't tell if you hide behind the door. Get out here."

"but...."

She sighed and shook her head. The poor boy was like Velvet in terms of how shy he was. Taking the initiative, she tore open the door and whistled at the sight. He stood in the changing stall with absolute horror. He wore a tight white body suit that had its core piece removed, leaving his chest and groin bare with only his arms and legs covered by the clothing. Atop his head,d he wore a pair of yellow bunny ears that flopped and wiggled as he rapidly covered his exposed body parts.

"Hmm...... There's a future in the underground dance scene. Nice abs, by the way, ~" Coco complimented before stepping away. Revealing his partially nude from the ever-growing torment of Velvet, whose eyes widened and her pupils dilated. "You can take it off now. I'll go find something else for you to try on. If you have any issues, just ask Vel for help."

With that, she left Jaune with the now visibly trembling Velvet. Looking at his trembling body, Jaune assumed she would scream from embarrassment, but she only stood there, watching him like a hawk. In the awkward two minutes, neither moved an inch until Velvet scowled and stepped forward. Causing Jaune to gulp as she descended upon him.

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"You Fucking Tease...." Velvet growled, staring at Jaune's blue eyes. Gone were the sweatpants she wore, leaving her white cotton panties covering her large bunny butt, which jumped high in the air and rippled from colliding with something below.

The blondie lay beneath her with his back on the cold floor of the changing room, pinned by the heavy body of Velvet. His arms were held above his head by Velvet's deceptively strong hands, preventing him from pushing her off. His legs were high in the air, while the faunus's wide child-birthing hips clashed with his own, creating loud slaps of flesh.

"V....V....Vel..." He panted with strained breath. The rabbit faunus was knocking the wind from his lungs with how hard and fast she bounced on his cock. Her warm and impossibly tight cunt constricted and squeezed his bomber with all its strength as she rode him. "P...P....Please...."

"Shut...the fuck....Up," She growled in response, "You've been teasing me this whole time, haven't you?"

Her eyes narrowed, and she slammed her hips down harder and harder. Ignoring Jaune's pained gasps and pleas. Her plump derriere rippled and clapped together as she brought her hips down onto his cock. She briefly stopped to grind side to side before bouncing once more. She eagerly crashed her lips into his in a lust-filled frenzy, moaning delightedly as she savored his taste before pulling away with a small bridge of saliva connecting their mouth until it was stretched thin. Velvet licked her lips as she stared at the overwhelmed blondie.

"OOOOOO~~~HHHH~~ YEEEEAAAAHHH~~~ That's the stuff" she moaned before diving back in.

Jaune groaned and moaned into the kiss before pulling away, only for Velvet to capture his lips once more. He didn't know why she was acting this way or how to calm her down, but his body quickly reacted to her sudden bravery. He could feel his mind slowly melting under the relentless assault and his cock spraying an endless supply of pre-cum from within the girl's snatch.

'I gotta get her to stop....' He thought, but with Velvet's tongue down his throat, her hands restraining him, and her body squishing against his, the task was easier said than done. thought half-lidded eyes, he saw a bright flash out his periphery, causing him to regain some cognizance and a horrifying realization dawn on him.

'The DoOR!'

Pulling himself free of Velvet's mouth, Jaune's eyes widened with horror when he saw the small cluster of women staring at him and Velvet. He saw some had their scroll out, recording them, while others only watched with shock and awe.

"Oh my...."

"Kids these days are so bold."

"Isn't that that Jaune kid from Goodwitch's?" "Holy shit it is! I didn't think he was a pervert!"

Jaune nearly fainted at the fact people were watching him being taken by a classmate, let alone a good friend. But the heavy slaps of Velvet's ass on his exposed testicles prevented it.

"OH Wow, look at the size of those things!"

"They're massive!"

"I wonder what his cock looks like?"

JAune wanted to cry at his situation, but his rapidly approaching climax was the only thing on his mind.

"V..Velvet...I..I..." "Do it.....Deep inside me!!!" Velvet cried. Releasing his hands, only to grab hold of his legs for support.

"Is he really gonna?!"

"I don't think..."

"Fuck this is so hot~"

"Where's the manager!?"

Jaune felt his vision become spotty as his cock erupted inside Velvet's core, flooding the narrow canal in waves of pearly white fluid. Velvet felt her own climax wash over her, but that did little to stop her rapid and feral bouncing. she moaned and howled as Jaune's cum mixed with her own, eventually leaking from her entrance and pooling on Jaune's groin and the floor below.

"That's alot of cum!"

"Holy shit!"

"And she's still going?!"

"What a pair of animals!"

As she bounced, Jaune felt his cock slipping in and out of her cunt. Her already tight walls now felt as if they were trying to castrate him with how hard they squeezed around him. Despite how much she clung to him, his cock slipped free of its fleshy prison. The cold air stung the sensitive tip as it continued to launch semen.

"He's still going!?"

"How's that possible?!"

"Look at the size of it!"

"How did it fit inside her!?"]

"Screw that; how is he still so hard?!"

Realizing her pussy felt empty, Velvet stopped bouncing and growled when she saw Jaune's cock outside of her. Letting go of his right leg, she quickly began positioning herself to re-take Jaune's still hard cock into her once more. Much to Jaune's discomfort.

"Velvet....w...wait!"

"Fuck that! You're gonna fill with your spunk until I'm god damn satisfied! You hear me, you tease!"

She grabbed his cock and pushed it back inside her, then she started thrusting hard into his hips using his left, which she still had a grip on for support. In turn forcing Jaune to face the crowd that accumulated outside the changing booth.

"V....VELVET! WE'RE BEING WATCHED!"

"SO!!!??? FUCK THEM?! IF THEY WANT A TURN, THEY HAVE TO FUCKING WAIT!"

"Oh fuck this. I need it now!"

"Hey! I was here first"

"Fuck his mouth feels so good!"

"You're married, you old hag; he's close to my age!"

"Well, I'm his Classmate!"

Jaune could only watch in fear as his view was blocked by one of the bystanders shoving their own dripping wet cunt into his face. He could feel his other parts getting used by the horny women but couldn't fight back as they restrained him with their bodies. He could feel someone ripping his cock out of Velvet, only to be replaced with something else that was warm and wet. He could feel himself losing conciseness from the pleasure assault. Throughout it all, he couldn't help but wonder where Coco had gone?

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Coco hummed as she sorted through the clothes rack, ignoring the commotion in the changing rooms. She knew Velvet was going into heat and that she was too damn friendly and shy to find a mate. So, being her good friend, she convinces her crush, Jaune, to come to Vale under the guise of helping her since Velvet is feeling well. She may have been too pushy with some of her chosen outfits, but she can't argue with the results. However, all the noise will surely attract the owner/manager, which won't be too much of a problem for several reasons. One, She and Coco were on great terms; two, she was a rabbit faunus herself; and three, Coc knew she was looking for a mate, but a one-night stand (or day in this case) wouldn't hurt. She only had to think of what to tell Nikos if she asked about him.

"Ehh...We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," she shrugged before something caught her eye. "Ooooohhh, this top is too cute!"

"WAIT....I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!!!"

Coco shook her head. "welp...guess we'll have to pick out baby clothes soon."

[44forza]

backburner (chapter one)

series masterlist, main masterlist

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff, eventual smut. mdni.

tropes: teammates, friends to lovers to enemies ... and back to lovers

word count: 3.3k

summary: charles is boy wonder, prince of monaco, il predestinato, and the clear favorite for the WDC. as the newest addition to the team and only woman on the grid, all eyes are on you as you navigate your way through your 3rd season in f1. your illicit past with your teammate only seems to add to the bubbling tension. will you ever be seen as worthy to ferrari? to charles? inspired by the song backburner by niki

warnings: sexism/misogyny will be heavily discussed in this fic. please don't read if that makes you uncomfortable! there's a decent amount of timeline hopping which is split up by page breaks but everything should be clear. oc is def a black cat character lol but do not be fooled this is a mutually pining situation, they're just kind of stupid and bad at communicating properly.

author's note: chapter one is here!!! i'm so excited to get this out and share this story with u guys. as always please let me know what u think <3 pls send me an ask if u want to be added to the taglist.

you’re ushered through a sea of employees, rosso corsa flanking you from all sides. the gap widens to accommodate you and your escort to the center of the room, though it feels like the room has already swallowed you up entirely. the energy in the room is electric. you feel more like a live wire. fragile like a bomb. as you reach the steps of the stage and meet the eyes of each person there, aside from one, your feet grow heavier with every step. there are words exchanged excitedly upon your appearance, both in english and italian, but it’s hard to hear through the ringing in your head. 

few people in the world have stood here, you think distantly. there isn’t time to ponder if maybe that’s why it feels so lonely. you feel the dialogue whizz by you like their words are flying around the room, circling you. an introduction, probably—a mic is in your hand and you’re expected to address the room at some point. to address your new team. you don’t need to look to see your new teammate's eyes haven’t moved from the floor since your entry. his gaze is the most piercing of all, and you’re glad to be free of it in this moment. 

it’s easy to fall back on rehearsed lines. thank you for the warm welcome, i look forward to meeting everyone and working with you all to fight for another constructors championship this year. the words placate your agent standing nearby even if they dont quite reach your ears as you spew them. you don’t say the words in the back of your throat, how you want to fight for the driver’s championship, how you’re more than a second seat warmer, how you are just as capable as your teammate who can’t even be bothered to acknowledge your presence just a few feet away. it was easier to pretend you didn’t want any of it to begin with. a true team player. 

you’re so consumed in feeling what you shouldn’t be feeling to notice that your teammate is looking now. the type of gaze that seeps into your marrow and back. you wonder what he sees as you lock eyes. there’s more chatter that flits in your ears, groups form to take the two of you away for kit fittings and modifications, but neither of you move. 

his gaze is hypnotizing. it’s strong enough to pick you up and carry you away with it if you aren’t careful. but you are. after last year, you’re more careful than you’ve ever been. it’s easy to forget about all of that though in these small, fleeting moments. it’s only as you’re being pulled away by your race engineer that you note how sad he looks. eyebrows downturned and solemn. it reminds you that you’re angry, and you can’t afford to forget that again. you look away and don’t look back. 

the tour goes smoothly, though you knew it would. ferrari has a reputation for many things, their sterile professionalism being one of them. as you glance around each room and shake hands with every important person ushered your way, you know better than to linger on anyone’s face for a beat too long. you knew what you would find. 

you were an odd choice to be sure. this wasn’t to say you were undeserving. though you try to maintain a humble attitude, you had an impressive couple of years so far in F1. you signed your rookie contract to alpine where you stayed for two years, finishing P5 in last year's constructors championship after a hard fought battle with aston martin. alpine’s car was far from impressive in terms of pace, but that’s never been enough to hold you back. you were fast and consistent. the past year has been full of pushing yourself to the absolute limit physically and mentally to make things shake, as well as secret meetings and phone calls discussing a potential move to many other teams on the grid. but talent isn’t all that makes up a reputation. you’re known to be ruthless on track, determined to win no matter the obstacle or person in front of you. in a sport like this, that should be admirable. but when you’re a woman, and that obstacle or person is charles leclerc, things aren’t quite so easily decided. especially to the tifosi. 

competitiveness is seen as aggression, assertiveness is seen as bitchiness, confidence is seen as arrogance. you’ve grown used to these. most fall like water down your back, now. but on some occasions they burn your skin like a freshly scarred brand. every friendly gesture with another driver is speculated upon, every physical attribute of yours is picked apart online. it’s all a test, anyways. at least it’s hard to not feel that way, hard to not feel like you’re the sacrificial lamb of your generation. fellow women in motorsport know how impossible it is to earn your keep, let alone to climb the ranks into f1. you’ve raced with many women over the years, some equally as talented if not moreso. it’s hard to think back to the people you’ve left behind on your journey to the top, wondering why it was you who made it when there have been so many who have tried. maybe it’s why you race now with a chip on your shoulder. for you, there’s always been so much more at stake than the fame, glory and money. the community that built you and pushed you, all the women and girls watching you from the sidelines and at home, waiting for you to show the world what a woman can do in this sport. so you’ve been aggressive. you’ve been aggressive, bitchy, arrogant, and you fight to win. 

you’ve come to accept that there are some things you can control speculation on and some things that you can’t - your personal relationships becoming media fodder being a main concern. you don’t need to hear what the world thinks about the highest scoring female driver in f1 history throwing away her shot because she got too soft on another driver. you didn’t want to be reduced to a relationship, real or fake. 

what you once had with charles though .. that was real. 

“fresh eyed and bushy tailed, they called me. what a load of shit,” you spit out, furiously walking out of the media pit. “i’m not a fucking squirrel.” 

“i really don’t think they meant it like that y/n. doesn’t that just mean eager? or excited?” oscar follows closely behind. you're quick on your feet but he’s got the leg span of the jolly green giant. damn him.

“wouldn’t that be obvious, though? it’s my first race weekend in formula one, obviously i’m excited to be here. i could do without the woodland animal comparison.”

“you’re in alpine, maybe the clarification is needed,” he jokes. you huff under your breath and swat at his chest which only makes him laugh harder. “iron your face out, champ, or it’ll stay like that forever. then you’ll have all the reporters talking about your fine lines and wrinkles on the front pages tomorrow.” 

that manages to get a laugh out of you. oscar always does, whether you want to or not. damn him again. “maybe that’s for the best, actually. they can talk about my premature aging instead of my tractor for a car.”

“that’s the spirit!” he chimes, voice mimicking the sound of the bell atop the cantina door as he holds it open for you to walk through. 

it’s hard to recall a time before you and oscar were friends. you chock it up to him being raised with sisters the way he always seems to understand you. you were karting age when you first met the brown eyed boy, and you still teasingly tell the story to anyone who will listen how he followed you around that entire first day because he thought a girl racer was the coolest thing he’d ever seen. he pretends that never happened but you know the truth. 

in a world that’s been so critical of your existence, oscar’s presence was a god-send in your most formative years as a driver. without his confidence in you and your abilities, you’re sure you would have given up on your f1 pipedream before even making it to formula 3. 

you love him to bits, but you’ve got half a mind to pour your latte over his head as you bicker back and forth at the cantina coffee bar over cream and sugar. 

“i get that you’re australian and all of you are weirdly anal about your coffee but that’s really not my problem, osc.”

“it’s blasphemy, really. is it even coffee at that point? you’re an athlete for godsake!”

“and you’re a thorn in my side. try adding some sugar to your coffee to help fix that bitter attitude of yours.”

a muffled laugh sounds on your left but you don’t bother to look over, too focused on grabbing a sleeve for your cup from the stack on the counter. 

“remind me to never get on your bad side, y/n.” the voice gives you pause. the hand holding your cup starts to burn as your other hand hovers embarrassingly still over the stack of cup sleeves. when you finally turn your head towards the voice, it’s none other than charles leclerc standing next to you. you know who he is, of course, though you’ve never spoken directly to him. you blink once, and then twice, like a deer in headlights. maybe the woodland animal comparison from earlier was accurate after all. it feels like his eyes have an iron grip on you and you stand there frozen, unchanged. it’s a lighthearted, teasing gaze he gives you, lips curled into an easy smile that flatters him beautifully. you’re too dazed to push that thought away as it passes through your brain. another beat passes and you still haven’t said anything, or moved, something oscar clearly finds all too amusing. 

“charles! what are you doing down here?” oscar’s hand claps onto your shoulder, making you jolt enough to snap out of whatever trance you had fallen in hurriedly looking away. you finally slip the sleeve on your cup before your fingers fall off.  “i didn’t think you usually ate outside of the ferrari hospitality.”

“normally no, you’re right. like y/n here though,” you look back up at the mention of your name. it’s like a siren call the way it slides off his tongue. melodic, almost. “i like my coffee sweet. i’d be willing to bet that italians are worse about coffee than australians, so i come down here to avoid all of that.”

you speak before you realize you’re doing it, “you should tell them to shove it.” charles eyebrows shoot up his forehead. 

“shove it?”

“yeah. who gives a fuck? make it however you want. if they don’t like it just tell them to fuck off. that’s what i do with oscar. he’s annoying so he doesn’t listen, but they might.” 

distantly you hear oscar choke out a laugh from behind you, clearly used to your candor. his hand that’s still on your shoulder half heartedly nudges you forward, clearly chastising you for speaking so freely. charles still has his eyebrows raised and watches amusedly as you take a sip from your cup. you raise your eyebrows back as if to say “what?”

something warm settles deep in your stomach when charles’ eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes and the way he’s failing to hide his smile from your advice. “you think i should say that?” 

“it’s what i would do.”

charles lets out a quiet hum at that, nodding along to your words. his eyes still flicker up and down your face, but you’re not sure if it’s purposeful or instinctual. his hand reaches out to you.

"i'm charles."

you take it, shaking it once before letting go. "i know."

“do whatever you’d like obviously,” you turn and start to walk past oscar to the door, reaching for your phone in your back pocket. “i guess i’ll know if you’re here again what you decide.” you throw a halfhearted wave in charles’ direction before you walk through the door. glancing down at your phone, you note that you’ve got enough time to run through strategy notes one more time before heading back to your hotel for the night, so you start walking in the direction of the alpine garage. after a minute or so, you hear rushed footsteps coming up from behind you. 

“so.. what the hell was that?”

“don’t piss me off, osc.”

“okay well, you didn’t see his face after you walked out of there,”

“and i don’t want to hear about it either.” a lie. you’re a liar. but he continues anyway.

“or how he asked if we were ‘together’ while he wistfully watched you walk away. i seriously thought he forgot i was even standing there until he asked me that.”

there’s a little too much bite to your voice now as you quickly ask, “so what’d you say?” 

“ew? what else could i say to that? i walked out right after.”

the sigh you let out comes from deep in your diaphragm. “you’re a pest, you know that?”

“a real pest would have said yes when he asked, he clearly wants you bad.” his sing songy tone of voice pisses you off even more than his words. 

“i don’t have the patience for this.”

“you don’t have the patience for anything, it’s your most consistent character trait.” when you don’t answer, he tries again. “seriously, i don’t get the problem. there’s obviously chemistry there. i know you feel strongly about the world thinking you’re the virgin mary, and i get your reasons why, but they don’t need to know about what you do in private.”

you splinter off from him and start to walk into the alpine garage, tossing your dismissal over your shoulder, “this conversation is over, osc.”

notably, charles does not take your advice. he starts showing up in the cantina every race weekend like clockwork, something oscar finds hilarious. it’s even escalated so far as eating together when you’re all free to do so. you can’t fathom why charles would choose to eat with you and oscar when the ferrari catering must be far better than whatever the general cantina is serving. the last time you voiced that thought to oscar he called you an idiot, so you keep those thoughts to yourself now. 

you’re a little ashamed to admit it, but you enjoy charles’ company. as silly as it might sound to others, it feels a little like giving up. you’ve done everything you could to build up your walls to protect you from scandal in f1, but it all comes crumbling over one boy with beautiful blue eyes? it makes your stomach churn a little with unease.

that’s not to say you felt good about pushing everyone away. the vast majority of the drivers have approached you since the start of the season to at least introduce themselves, though obviously not necessary. you know some of them from your karting days, so the formalities always laid limp to you. you know they’re just being nice, but you keep your usual bite with every conversation you have. it’s easier this way for everyone involved. 

charles seems wholly unperturbed by your attitude which is almost more unsettling than his generally increasing presence in your life. he just won’t go away. calls you “refreshing” which feels like someone has poured ice cold water down the back of your shirt. 

you were half convinced he was sticking around because he knew it was driving you crazy, but the more tooth-rotting coffee you drink together the more you’ve come to realize that he’s simply too nice to scheme like that. you haven’t been overtly mean in your time with him, albeit a little short and quick to leave the room when you felt uncomfortable, but that’s just second nature to you. leave it to you to attract the attention of the most popular driver on the grid when you’re trying to keep your head down in the media. you can hear oscar’s laugh ringing in your head like a school bell.

refreshing. who the hell does he think he is?

but you can’t deny that it’s nice. he’s nice. to sit across from someone else and have them ask you questions because they genuinely want to know the answers is nice. you’ve only ever really had oscar as a friend in the racing world and he knows you like the back of his hand—you’ve never wanted another friend, never needed one. but then again, no one has ever tried this hard. 

you are at least self aware enough to acknowledge that there’s an edge to everything charles does and says to you. there’s a thrum of attraction flowing between both of you, another thing that makes you want to bury your head in the sand and never come back up for air. even if charles had successfully weasled his way into trying to be your friend, that’s all you could allow this to be. it already feels like too much. a crack in your facade. 

you have enough to worry about, like how you’re about to race singapore in a billion degree heat in a brick for a car. you have half a mind to ask for an IV drip at the alpine hospitality just to prepare your body for how much fluid you’re going to lose. as you and oscar walk into the cantina on press day, charles is already standing to the side holding two cups. he hands one to you with a gentle, “let me know how it is” before you’re able to say anything. 

you blink in his face, just like the day you met. oscar mumbles a “jesus christ” before stepping around you two to get his own. you take a sip and nod. it’s all you’re able to do when he looks at you like that. like you’re the first good thing he’s seen all day. 

“it’s good?”

you hum in agreement. his 5 billion gigawatt smile lights up his face and he knocks his cup against yours. “cheers.”

the pit in your stomach grows.

the rest of the day goes on without incident. you finished the ferrari hq tour feeling like the pope, shaking hands and kissing babies. the crowd of tifosi roar as you walk outside and you wave to as many people as you can before you’re pushed into the car waiting to take you back. it’s hard not to feel like this is the world fattening you up like a pig before the slaughter. there’s no higher pedestal to fall from. your lifelong dream of racing in red finally realized, only no one really believes in your ability to stay there. not even yourself. even oscar has a hard time remaining positive about it. your phone lights up with another text from him. 

“he didnt say anything?????? wdym?”

you sigh, locking your phone before resting your temple against the car window.

you foolishly let your mind wander to charles. what he thinks of you being there, whether he thinks of you at all. how he could look so sad standing next to you on stage when he’s the reason you haven’t spoken in months. you aren’t even sure what you’d want to hear if you asked him. he said enough in cota last year to speak for a lifetime. you only wish you could forget it. 

another ding brings your train of thought to a screeching halt. 

“hi y/n. it’s charles. are you able to meet me for coffee tomorrow before we go in for marketing shots?”

[kikikeeks]

HOLD ON

CHAPTER TWO - SPARE ROOM

Pairing: Natalie Scatorccio x Isabel Taylor (oc)

Summary: Isabel just wants someone to take her side. Luckily she has Natalie.

Word Count: 2111

A/N: 7th grade ahhh, hopefully I have the year right 🤷‍♀️ Feel free to send me an ask if you have any ideas for this fic! Anyways enjoy reading!!

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1991

It was late Thursday evening when Jackie marched into the living room, a determined look on her face.

"I want my own room."

Isabel, who was curled up in the armchair, quietly doodling in her notebook, glanced up at her with a frown. "What?"

Jackie ignored her, turning to face their parents. "Well?"

Mr. Taylor set down his coffee with a sigh. "Jackie, maybe we should talk about this later-"

"Dad, I'm a teenager now," Jackie interrupted, flopping onto the couch beside their mother with a dramatic sigh. "Sharing a room with Izzie is so annoying. I never get any privacy."

"Privacy for what?" Isabel asked, shutting her notebook. "Painting your nails with Shauna?"

Jackie turned on her. "Oh, so I can't have friends now?"

Isabel groaned, rolling her eyes. "That's not what I said, Jackie."

Jackie scoffed. "Well, what did you say?"

Mr. Taylor could already feel the headache coming on. "Girls, let's not start-"

"Izzie's always bringing Natalie over for sleepovers!" Jackie cut in again, her voice rising. "She's here all the time! I can't even have Shauna over without them taking over the room. I might as well be sharing my room with two people!"

"I don't complain about you bringing Shauna over!" Isabel shot back.

"That's because it's not the same thing, Izzie!"

"How?" Isabel snapped.

Jackie let out an exasperated sigh, flopping back onto the couch.

So dramatic, Isabel thought.

"Because Shauna is my best friend," Jackie huffed. "Natalie just shows up whenever she wants and acts like she lives here!"

"Natalie's my best friend!" Isabel shot back, her fists clenching. "And she doesn't just show up. She's invited!"

"Yeah, well, it's freaking weird." Jackie rolled her eyes. "It's like you're attached at the hip or something!"

"Well, I don't know how Shauna puts up with you because you're super bossy and, like, never stop talking!"

Jackie froze, hands curling into fists. "Yeah? Well, at least I don't follow her around like a shadow."

Isabel’s face burned.

Mr. Taylor glanced at his wife, still ignoring the argument, engrossed in her magazine. He cleared his throat. "Okay, girls, this is-" He sighed, rubbing his temple. "It's just a room. There's no need-"

"This isn’t even about Natalie, is it?" Isabel crossed her arms. "You just want the big room all to yourself."

"That's not-"

"Yes, it is!" Isabel snapped, voice rising. "Mom makes me sleep in the stupid spare room every time you have Shauna over anyway, so stop acting like this is about space!"

Jackie huffed, frustrated. "You're still in the room until it's time to sleep, Izzie!"

Isabel let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head. "Oh, so sharing a room for two hours before Mom kicks me out when Shauna’s over is unbearable, but when I have Natalie over, you don’t even bother leaving?"

"I just want my room!" Jackie pouted, crossing her arms.

Isabel's fists clenched. "Jackie, it's my room too. I'm not just going to move out because you decided you want it all to yourself!"

Mrs. Taylor sighed, finally flipping her magazine shut as if realizing this argument wasn't going to resolve itself.

"You were going to need your own rooms eventually," she said, setting the magazine on the coffee table. "You're both getting older, so it makes sense."

Mr. Taylor shifted uncomfortably in his armchair, glancing between his daughters and then back at his wife, debating whether or not to say something.

Isabel frowned. "Okay… so where is Jackie going?"

Mrs. Taylor didn’t hesitate. "Jackie is staying in the big room."

"So I'm the one who has to move?!" Isabel stared at her parents in disbelief before scoffing. "I didn’t even care about having my own room!"

Mr. Taylor cleared his throat. "Izzie-"

His wife interrupted him. "You already sleep in the spare room when Jackie has Shauna over. It just makes sense."

Isabel felt sick. "That's different! That’s one night, not forever!"

"Isabel, you'll be fine," Mrs. Taylor said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Jackie shifted uncomfortably, looking over at Isabel. For a second, she almost looked guilty.

"Fine!" Isabel snatched up her notebook and pens, shooting Jackie one last glare before storming out of the room.

*    *    *

Isabel slammed her locker shut harder than necessary.

Natalie, leaning against the lockers beside her, looked up, curious. "Jackie again?"

Isabel sighed. "How'd you know?"

Natalie shrugged. "Oh, I don't know, maybe the glaring, the stomping, the slamming-"

"I get it, Nat." Isabel cut in.

"Andddd," Natalie continued, "you and Jackie have been fighting a lot lately."

"Jackie literally marched into the living room yesterday and announced that she should have her own room, and, of course, she decided she should get the big one." Isabel huffed. "Mom took her side, and my dad didn't even say anything! They were like, Oh, Isabel, you sleep in the spare room sometimes, so it makes sense!"

"That sucks." Natalie frowned, trying to look surprised.

"Ugh," Isabel groaned, flopping back against her locker. "You're not even surprised."

Natalie gave her a look. "Are you surprised?"

"No," Isabel sighed, pouting.

Natalie smirked. "I can fake it if you want."

Isabel rolled her eyes as they started walking toward the cafeteria.

Natalie glanced at the miserable look on Isabel's face. "You wanna just sleep at mine tonight?"

Isabel paused mid-step, turning to face her. "What?"

"You don’t really wanna go home tonight, right?"

Isabel hesitated.

Natalie grabbed her arm. "C’mon, Izzie, you practically live there anyway."

Isabel sighed. That was true; they did practically live at each other's places.

"Cool," Natalie grinned, pulling Isabel toward the cafeteria. "Problem solved."

*    *    *

Natalie led Isabel up the steps to the trailer. The door was partially open, and Isabel could hear the TV playing inside.

Natalie pushed it open fully and stepped inside.

"Is your dad home?" Isabel asked quietly, shutting the door behind her.

Natalie glanced at her mom, who was fast asleep on the couch. "Haven't seen him this week," she said with a shrug.

Isabel didn’t push. She knew what Natalie's dad was like.

"C'mon," Natalie said, grabbing Isabel’s hand and pulling her toward her room.

As soon as they stepped inside, Natalie closed the door behind them and collapsed onto her bed, leaning against her pillows.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"I don’t know," Isabel muttered, kicking off her shoes and climbing onto the bed beside her. "I just wish my mom would take my side for once."

She leaned into Natalie. "I don’t know what I did wrong."

Natalie reached over to grab a bag of chips from her side table. "You didn’t do anything wrong," she said, handing the bag to Isabel. "Your mom's just annoying."

Isabel ripped it open with a sigh. "I don’t think she likes me, Nat."

It was quiet for a moment.

Natalie shrugged. "Yeah, moms can be like that."

Isabel frowned, offering the bag to her. "Well, it sucks."

Natalie took a chip. "Not your fault, though."

She got up and walked over to her stereo, looking through the stack of tapes beside it.

She finally found what she was looking for and popped it in, pressing play.

The sound of 'Second hand News' by Fleetwood Mac filled the room.

Isabel smiled. "Is that the Rumours tape I gave you?"

Natalie shot her a knowing look. "Figured you'd want your 'Isabel-approved music' today."

Isabel laughed. "It’s good music."

Natalie nodded, stretching out on the bed. "Yeah, I guess it’s not terrible."

Isabel rolled her eyes, nudging her.

"Anyway," she started, "we had a sub in gym today."

Isabel popped another chip in her mouth. "Oh yeah? How bad was it?"

Natalie grinned. "Total disaster. He tried to show off his soccer skills, but he was so busy making sure we were watching that he tripped right over the ball and fell flat on his face."

Isabel snorted, smiling. "No way. Why does all the good stuff happen in your class?"

Natalie smirked. "What can I say? Some of us are just blessed."

Isabel rolled her eyes, still grinning. "Blessed?"

Natalie grabbed another chip. "Yup."

Isabel shook her head, still smiling as she snuggled into Natalie’s side. "You're so annoying."

Natalie just smiled, leaning into her.

*    *    *

Thanks again for letting me stay over," Isabel muttered as they turned onto her street.

Natalie nudged her shoulder. Izzie, you basically live there. It's whatever."

Isabel smiled slightly, her grip on her bag tightening as they walked up the driveway. When she reached the door, she paused for a moment, frowning.

"You good?" Natalie asked, reaching for Isabel's hand.

"Yeah," Isabel sighed.

Natalie squeezed her hand lightly. "If we stand here any longer, your mom's gonna think I kidnapped you."

Isabel let out a small laugh as she pulled the keys out of her pocket, unlocking the door.

"Isabel? Is that you?" Mrs. Taylor called from the living room as soon as the door shut behind them.

Isabel exchanged a look with Natalie, rolling her eyes as they kicked off their shoes. "Yeah, Mom?"

"Can you come in here for a moment?"

Isabel sighed, heading into the living room with Natalie close behind.

Mrs. Taylor was on the couch, book in hand, barely looking up as they entered.

"Oh. Hello, Natalie."

Natalie shifted awkwardly behind Isabel. "Hi, Mrs Taylor."

Mrs Taylor studied Natalie for a moment before turning to Isabel.

"Your father moved your things into the spare room while you were gone."

Isabel blinked. "What?"

But Mrs. Taylor had already returned to her book, ignoring her daughter's question.

Isabel's hands curled into fists as she turned on her heel. She practically ran out of the room, heading for the stairs. Natalie followed silently.

When Isabel reached the spare room, she stopped in the doorway. Everything looked wrong.

Her blankets and pillows had been dumped onto the spare bed, now apparently her bed.

Her bookshelf was now empty against the wall, a pile of books scattered on the floor in front of it.

Her desk and wardrobe were crammed together in a corner, and the rest of her things were in boxes, littered across the floor.

It didn't feel like her room at all.

Natalie walked in behind her, eyes landing on the bed immediately.

"Holy crap! You got a double bed?!"

Isabel frowned. "It’s just the spare bed."

Natalie threw herself onto the bed, face-first into the blankets. "This is amazing." came her muffled voice. "Sleepovers are going to be so much better now!"

Isabel raised an eyebrow. "That’s what you’re excited about?"

"Duh." Natalie rolled onto her back. "This is, like, a huge upgrade from your tiny old bed."

Isabel dropped her bag on the floor, looking around the room again.

"This doesn't even feel like my room, Nat."

Natalie sat up. "Okay, then let's fix it."

They started by pushing the bed against the wall by the window, then moved the rest of the furniture around until it finally felt right.

Natalie tore open one of the boxes and pulled out a few posters.

"We can't forget about Stevie," Natalie teased, sticking the poster above the desk. "There, now you've got a magical hippie lady to help you with your homework."

"Shut up. She's literally the coolest, Nat," Isabel shot back, grabbing the rest of the posters and sticking them onto the wall above her bed.

Natalie tore open another box, revealing Isabel's clothes.

Isabel walked over to her closet. "Can you just pass me things?" Isabel asked, walking over to the closet. She glanced back just in time to see Natalie dump the entire box onto the floor.

"Wait!" Natalie gasped, grabbing a T-shirt from the pile. "This is mine!"

Isabel glanced over. "Yeah, probably."

Natalie held it up, inspecting it. "How long has this been here?"

"I don't know," Isabel shrugged. "You keep leaving stuff, so I figured I'd make the most of it."

"Make the most-" Natalie started, then her eyes widened. "Wait, do you wear my clothes?!"

"Not my fault you keep leaving them behind," Isabel smirked.

"Dude, these are my jeans!" Natalie pulled out a pair of tattered jeans.

"They fit me."

Natalie glared at her. "I thought I'd lost these!" she threw them at Isabel.

Isabel caught them, laughing. "I seem to remember you having my jacket?"

Natalie's eyes narrowed. "ugh, fine, but I want my jeans back."

Isabel grinned, flopping onto her bed. "So I get to keep the T-shirt?"

"Yeah, you can." Natalie smiled slightly, giving in.

"Thanks, Nat."

"It's just a T-shirt." Natalie sat next to her, shrugging.

"Not just for the T-shirt," Isabel laughed. "Thanks for, you know… this."

"Oh," Natalie murmured, flopping back onto the bed beside her. "Anytime."

[reignpage]

heyy i love your works they make me feel strongly, I stalk your page everyday (affectionately). first time sending an ask btw

I was wondering how would the jjk men as dads react to their daughter having a disability like adhd or autism?

also nanami from daddy dearest had me crashing out omg its irritating how he didn't care about his daughters safety first instead of being authoritative about her breaking curfew and her attitude. i wanna see him suffer so bad. 😭😭 idk if I can ask this you don't have to say anything either but how do you think he would react if he heard us telling someone how our dad doesn't love us or read a diary entry/or a letter we wrote about how he doesn't love us/mean to us. "if any thing were to happen to my little girl id never forgive myself" go to hell don't play with my heart omg. you care now?!?!

toji not showing up😭😭and the sukuna one is insane, atp there's so redemption

geto and gojo pissed me the fuck off, like I wasn't even hurt it just pissed me off they're so ugh they can suck my dick

I got daddy issues too and my situation isn't similar to any of the readers but felt angry asf cuz its unfair, esp with nanami cuz he's my fav. if any of this were to happen to me with my dad. i'd not feel a thing. becuase I'm completely emotionally detached to the concept of a father. like i dont feel sad when I see a loving father and kid and i just don't miss it. cuz atp i just don't care what he has to say or do, I'm so indifferent. like it matters to me just as much as what a stranger on the subway has to say to me. which means nothing. I'm so detached it's like living with a stranger. and that's what reader saying "you are nobody to me" to nanami reminded me of.

- >.<

Okay, lowkey I struggled to answer the question about the jjk men’s reaction to a child with a disability because surely they’d just love the child? Like that’s just the answer, no? But let me try to be realistic (and apologises if i say something offensive, I have to admit I’m a little uneducated regarding disabilities, I don’t really engage in discourse regarding this)

Gojo: would be very loving, he’d struggle with the concept at first because he’d view it as a personal flaw of his, that he created a ‘less than perfect’ child. but one look into the baby’s little eyes, no matter what their disability is, he’d love them. very proud, flaunting their child all the time.

Geto: if it was a physical disability, he’d probably abandon the child ngl. he values strength in a way not even Gojo does. it’s his entire thing. how could he possibly respect someone that isn’t fit to be in a world where only the strong should survive. but if the kid is still strong, a sorcerer, and their disability doesn’t really impact their strength, then he probably wouldn’t care very much. i imagine there might be just the smallest drop of shame?

Choso: would struggle with a child with a disability. he’d try very hard to understand, but it’s confusing having to adapt to someone’s needs to such an extent. especially if a child is on the further end of the spectrum where communication is more difficult. he’d love as well as he could though. he’d require a lot of help from everyone else, very much it takes a village

Toji: a very good carer, me thinks. he doesn’t get all this talk about spectrums and ableism or whatever, and he doesn’t really care. if he needs to wheel you somewhere, he’ll do it, and he’ll get properly upset over the steepness and fake activism of corporations if they can’t install a proper ramp. for the emotional stuff, he’d struggle. doesn’t know how to handle that shit, but would just get you something to make you feel better like yarn if your hyper fixation is knitting or something.

Nanami: very serious, very dedicated. would go to family planning and do all those tests and scans to prepare. before the child is even born, the house and the car has been adjusted to be safe in accordance with the disability. would never allow their child to say something bad about themselves. might be very difficult for him to balance increased levels of caregiving with his work, both at the office and as a sorcerer, might have to give up one or the other.

Sukuna: might depend on the disability. if it was particularly debilitating, as awful as it sounds, he’d probably kill the child for embarrassing him. but i also think he’d have a great level of appreciation for someone who manages to not let anything get them down. if they can succeed and prove their strength, regardless, then he’s pretty happy.

—————

As for the Nanami question, can’t really answer that since it’s a part of his story in daddy dearest, not literally but it’s close enough that I don’t want to give sneak peeks.

[batmen-and-birds]

Oh definitely.

After the freak out from EVERYONE, even Batman, they ask Brucie why he never said anything. He just looks at the group(s) of hyper competent heroes before giving the simple answer: "You never asked me."

"I thought the spell just split you into hero and civvie IDs?"

"Well, considering I'm not the true Bruce Wayne and neither is Bats, there had to be at least one other guy"

"And that Matches guy?"

"Saw him in a bar after I went clubbing"

Zatanna sends them back to Gotham and says not to come back until they got everything handled.

So now you've got Bats and Brucie working together. At first it's a complete disaster: Bats is too territorial to just accept whatever Brucie tells him and Brucie gets disproportionately offended at every critic.

But the moment they have a mutual goal and don't try to rip each others heads off, it's on. Brucie charms info out of people without them even realizing it and surprises everyone on his observation skills. Does he know what any of the info mean? No, but Bruce has used the guise of Brucie often enough to collect data that he knows what to look for.

He also makes Bats work better, which he hates. Turns out that only Bruce can out stubborn Bruce into basic self-care. Brucie can't cook or give medical attention but he can yapp and whine until the other gives in. (It's like watching a little Pomeranian annoy a giant Rottweiler into giving up the big dog bed)

There's also no way that Brucie would ever run on roofs but his bumbling comments on comms do make patrol bearable again for the batkids. Bats hates them, but can't complain when Brucie gives more context to Mafia cases and upper class corruption via gossip.

Matches is somewhere and causing trouble. Definitely working for Harley, if she isn't with the Joker or working for (flirting with) Two Face.

Bruce may have used the persona as a spy but Matches himself has only been loyal to his employers and helpful to his co-workers. He probably broke into one of the Batfam's safehouse and is living his best criminal life. When Brucie and Bat first find him he just flips them the bird and closes the door.

Finding B is on the other hand is honestly near impossible. B is made out of everything between and outside the personas. It was B who traveled and trained, not Batman. B, who carried his kids to bed after a gala, not Brucie. B, who cares so much about everyone, even his rouges, not Matches. B who was left in the Alley.

He's nothing like either of them but gets on better with Brucie than Bat for... Obvious reasons. Besides both of them were made to support the Bat and they can bond over that. The moment he's on board the both of them bully the vigilante until he's got less of a stick up his butt.

It would need all three of them working together and then some to find the man who's determined enough to create, maintain and compartmentalize three more personas with their own distinct habits and personalities, let alone convince him to fuse back together.

I can image the Justice League fighting some sorcerer one day and during the fight Batman gets hit with some spell

There the big smoke cloud and in the rubble you see two figures. Batman and Brucie. The sorcerer was made all masks into different identities to create a distraction but also to reveal the Batman's civilian ID to the world. Fortunately that didn't work, since Superman threw his cape over Brucie before anyone could see and Batman (now Distilled Vengeance™) just beat the daylight out of the guy.

Back at the Watchtower Zatanna takes a good look at the pair and thankfully knows just the spell to put them back together. The problem is that all identities need to be present and WANT to fuse back together. Batman and Brucie do NOT want to fuse back.

Batman, because he sees Brucie as everything he hates about high society and honestly, thinks he is far more off without having to waste time doing the whole playboy billionaire schtick.

Brucie is in quite a similar situation. He'd truly rather go and have fun than to be bound to the guy who keeps breaking his/their bones. And even so, Bruce(the whole) always had a ridiculous amount of self loathing, it's no surprise that the isolated parts of the guy would fight each other on sight.

Anyway, the Leagues and the Batfam let them have their spats for a day or two. At first it was pretty funny to see how differently the two personas are but now they can't stand either one of them anymore.

The Bat is too serious, patrols are a nightmare for the kids and the League have never missed Bruce's dry sense of humor and subtle care more than now. And Brucie while far more emotionally adept than before, doesn't have the fatherly and calm side in him either and is so cheerful and relaxed that it gives everyone the creeps.

Long story short is that they all finally convince the two to fuse back. But when Zatanna is about to do her thing it somehow malfunctions and Brucie and Bat's start fighting again. During that Batman insults Brucie's intelligent which escalates the entire thing

"How could you know I'm stupid? I You never spend time with me, or anyone for that matter, since no one can stand being near you!", is Brucie's response, because he's had enough of the man who won't even take off the cowl now since he sees no need for it.

"The reason I know you are that mentally deprived is because you were MADE to be so. You only exist because of me.", which is kinda true and they both know it. They both also know that he said it just to be hurtful.

Which is why Brucie responds with, "If I'm really that stupid then how come I'm the only one that noticed that both Matches and B are missing for the spell to work!"

...

And that is how Brucie and Batman have to work together to find a Matches Malone who's more knowledgeable than Batman when it comes to navigating the underground and a mysterious 'B', who is apparently made out of all the moments between the masks and outside of them.

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There's a story about a healer MC and Leith on my Patreon now, a concept slice of something I hope to develop while I get my bearings together after leaving my partner in the middle of the night, and find an apartment before it gets too cold to live in the vacation house I'm in right now. Once I have the funds to move, I will also get my stationary PC back, which means I can get back to finalizing ouroboros book 1!

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[dreamlogic]

aye can i get a fuckin uuuhhhh

break. on my burger

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[secondpersonpoetry]

hi! oh my goodness. i am SO sorry i didn’t say anything earlier. i did read everything a couple days ago, and i Have been chewing on it, rotating it in my mind, etc etc…..and the graphic has been my phone lockscreen since i first read it!!!!!

frankly i am obsessed and have also been a little frazzled this month lol. saw your post late because of the general whirlwind that is december and then couldn’t quite get my thoughts into sufficient words n got worried “oh no would it be weird to say something now…..” which is incredibly silly in retrospect, so sorry for that. 

i’m relatively new to hockey fandom and the Narratives don’t always quite click for me (yet, at least :)) because i don’t know all of the lore for a lot of the popular pairings haha, so it means a lot that you’ve taken time out of your day to break things down for me and share your own thoughts <3 tysm. again, super sorry for the delayed response. i’m very sorry if you felt as though you’d wasted your time or something along those lines :’) just wanted to let you know that i really appreciate you and the time it took you to get everything down and make the graphic!!!! and like i can’t overstate how much your tags both over here and on your other blog have helped me to Get It since the start of this season, so thank you.

but now the house is quiet, the in-laws are gone, and no new work stuff until january :) so i can finally get some stuff down. every point you brought up hits in it own way but gosh you are very incredibly right the mcstrome of it all…..that’s sort of the lens i’ve been listening to the song through since you mentioned it.

the golden boy and the “draft bust” and the ever present notion of “isn’t it all about old friends? like everything? all of it?”.  like idk looking back on a bestfriendship from when you were a teenager that was Super intense and the lines were blurred and maybe realizing (if you hadn’t had the words or the “guts” or awareness or wtv to put a name to it at that point in your life) that y’all were a smidge more than just friends. 

best friends forever until you just aren’t! growing up and growing apart. it’s just the way things go but it can and will ache for a damn long time! you think you’re over it until their birthday or the holidays roll around and you wonder in a distant sort of way who they’re spending it with. what you would’ve hypothetically gotten them as a present if you still spoke. what do they even like nowadays, anyway?

maybe having the friendship end subtly. going from playing and traveling together and living in one another’s pockets to 2,080 miles of distance? (i may have my timeline/details confused here so sorry in advance) texting as much as you can at first but he’s a phenom he’s mcjesus he’s the next in line he’s expected to win the cup with his new team and end the drought for Canada. and they have him now but he was yours first, wasn’t he? but it’s fine. because you’re busy too. you’re captaining the team now. you’re gonna get the memorial cup that he couldn’t. it’s fine. you’re fine. you don’t even have time to worry about it anyway. 

one conversation a week turns to one a month turns to once in a blue moon turns to stale words until it goes cold. these days you can’t quite seem to remember who ended things, but does it really matter all that much now?

or maybe it doesn’t end like that at all. maybe it ends in a flurry of angry words and digs in some or other of the endless hotel rooms you’ve shared together over the years. who knows!

and that’s not even getting into the rest of the 2015 draft class. or the ld19 of it all! ooh hoo hoo. you grew up with him but he’s not your waiting room. he grew up with you but he’ll grow “old” (end his career) with someone else. and isn’t that just something! 

i don’t think it’s totally them, but sort of the sentiment of “I hope you get everything you ever wanted and I hope I never hear a word about it.” I want one ticket off of your carousel!!!! merry christmas, please don’t call!!!!!!!

dylan being sent up and down and traded around until finally landing in washington, a place where he is clearly at home and LOVED for the guy and player he is!!!!!!!! watching a game and seeing all the strome jerseys in the crowd……..wagh.

all that said. some other songs that are mcstrome to me in various ways: hot & heavy by lucy dacus (lol kinda the whole song). before the world was big by girlpool (“i just miss how it felt standing next to you wearing matching [jerseys? sweaters?] before the world was big”). happiness by Taylor swift (“i guess it’s the price i pay for seven years in heaven”), cut your bangs by radiator hospital (maybe? possibly? unsure. i like the whole dog thing there). i’m so glad i feel this way about you by insignificant other (!!!!!). there are so many THEM lyrics in there……..waough.

anyway. other things off the top of my head: 2015 connor specifically saying something like “hey let’s wait a minute so we can see this” to stand by the stage when dylan was getting drafted after him. MAN. you reminded me of the fact that they couldn’t even make eye contact at the handshake line!!!!!!!!! they didn’t go to each other’s weddings!!!!!!!!!! (do you think once upon a time they ever thought they’d being each other’s best man?). just a couple months ago dylan liking the tweet of connor getting that goal during the playoffs!!!!!!!! makes you wonder if he texted him………..

lol this was all over the place and i was probably wrong on some things and there’s SO much more that someone else could say way more eloquently, but i digress. i dunno everything about them is so nuts to me!!!!! needless to say i will be incredibly sat for the game january 21 🙂‍↕️

thank you again for your time :) hope you have a good one and a happy rest of the holiday season! <3333333

what a lovely message to receive 🥰😭🥹 i had to break it up into chunks because i couldn't sit down to read all of it at once without just. bouncing right back up and shrieking. i am also at heart terribly shy so i understand the struggle but it is never too late to say something <3 you are always welcome here

first!!! i love sharing!! i think most of hockey tumblr loves to see people finding out the Lore for the first time and the wonderful thing about hockey is that. it keeps going on. so there's years and years and generations and generations and always something new to learn about. i've learned to just not be afraid to ask!!! between different teams and players i'm always discovering new narratives (learning about the sharks old man yaoi rn... cbj rarepairs...)

no... to my heart's despair... you have the timeline right. i think in the best most tragic sense there's a mcstrome narrative where it is truly that nothing went wrong. the love was there. we couldn't do enough to save it because we didn't see it slipping away. i didn't notice when you didn't call until you never did. i don't know you now but i still remember when i did, do you?

HE'S NOT YOUR WAITING ROOM?? passing out. i do see "i hope you get everything you ever wanted and i hope i never hear a word about it" as them because!! they didn't go to each other's weddings!!! i don't wish you harm but i'm not going to put myself through that!! i hope you're happy and i'm never going to look on purpose.

i love dylan strome so much and the best part is that they all love him so much too. he wore a cool vintage ovechkin jacket!! and got slapped in the face with a tortilla!! he loves to gently rag on the rookies!! it just takes some time, everything'll be just fine. you're only on the middle of the ride.

OKAY WHEN I READ THIS PART I SCREAMED BECAUSE I DO HAVE A MCSTROME PLAYLIST AND!!!! HOT & HEAVY BY LUCY DACUS IS IN FACT ON IT!!! SO IS CUT YOUR BANGS (BUT BY GIRLPOOL SO DOUBLE JINX)!!!! i have dorothea by taylor swift on there but i don't know happiness so i'll have to give all the other songs a listen. mostly i just shrieked because i was like NO YOU GOT THE VIBES EXACTLY

🧠〰️🧠 truly the mind meld happening here. the handshake line. the mutual wedding non-invitations. i won't block your number or your name on twitter i just hope i don't see it come up on screen!! i do think that we got confirmation the last time they played each other that dylan did text him to say congrats on a milestone but i would have to check the archives

p.s. i think you said it perfectly eloquently :) what matters is that you said it at all and i was delighted to read it 💕