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javarium · 11 months

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layers | geto/gojo.

— short story

you’re their favorite kouhai, everyone at tokyo and kyoto knows this. they also know that if anyone or anything were to touch or harm you in any way, they would feel the wrath of the most powerful duo. and one day, someone is dumb and foolish enough to do exactly that.

note(s): this isn’t a full complete drabble with a complete ending, but it’s something I’ve enjoyed writing. flop or no flop, this was a fun piece to write :D But tbh I’m thinking about deleting it and redoing it, or adding more. or maybe a part two lmao??

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Trees were nothing but a blur of green to your vision. The car was going fast, way too fast for you to make out anything but the simple colors blue and green.

You blinked several times, shaking your head to keep yourself from dozing off. You were tired, so very very tired from such a long and exhausting two days of being on a First Grade mission that turned out to be a bigger issue and much more than it was worth.

They should’ve sent backup with me…

You leaned your head against the back of the backseat. You closed your eyes for just a moment, then opened them again for just a few seconds. The process was rinse and repeat; the only way to keep yourself awake.

Don’t fall asleep. Don’t fall asleep. Don’t… Just… don’t…

“Hang on, Miss [Last Name]!” frantically spoke the driver. He was probably looking in the rear view mirror, seeing you laying back on the seat with your eyes opening and closing. More so of the latter.

You heard the sound of a dial, then the voice of your driver hurriedly speaking into it. Problem was, you couldn’t understand a single word he was saying. It was all so… incoherent. Funny enough, it sounded like you were underwater.

Your head lolled to the side again, eyes half open with nothing but the same blur of green outside the window. Your hand was still over the wound, covering it with as much pressure as possible until you got to the school.

Unless you passed out first.

You could only imagine your upperclassmen holding this over your head as a joke for the rest of your life.

If you got to a medic in time, that is.

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Everything had been fine. Just fine.

Great, in fact, he muses.

Him and Geto had been getting some ice cream to satisfy his sweet tooth, while Shoko complained that he was eating too much while munching away on her own ice cream like a damn hypocrite.

“What should we do now?” Shoko questioned.

“Might as well head back to the school,” Suguru suggested. “It is getting late and—”

“You’re no fun!!” Satoru complained. “Why are you so by the book?”

The black-haired male gives his childish friend a look of both amusement and exasperation. Of course Satoru was going to be like this. It was in his nature to be as anti-rules as possible. Especially if it meant pissing off the higher-ups.

“Alright, we’ll go—”

Shoko holds up a pointer finger to halt the conversation. “Aha, hold up guys. Sensei’s calling.”

“Maaaan! What now?” Satoru whines.

Just as the white-haired male goes to complain some more, he realizes Suguru’s expression changes. And that he’s not looking at him anymore — that he’s looking at Shoko now. So Satoru does the same, and now he sees his brunette friend’s face sheet white, eyes growing red like she’s about to start crying.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll be there.”

She clicks the phone off and looks to Geto, the whites of her eyes beginning to become red.

“Shoko?”

“We need to get back to the school. [Name]-chan’s hurt.”

The two males freeze, eyes going wider than saucers. But that reaction doesn’t last but two seconds, and Suguru’s pulling out his fastest Cursed Spirit he’s got and finishing the rest of the route back to school on it with his friends.

He and Satoru turn to look at one another, and Suguru knew his heart was the only one beating wildly in nothing but terror.

The three of them watched as the car pulled up; they landed as soon as the driver got out of the car.

Satoru’s and Suguru’s breaths hitched the second they landed beside the car.

Anger. Rage. Was there even a word to describe how they felt?

The red of your blood became the red of their rage — the red being the only color that they could see.

“Shoko, can—”

Her hand is already placed on your left side, her Reverse Cursed Energy pumping through your body. But the damage was done.

Your head rolled to the back of the seat, right hand limp on your stomach and left hand open, hanging loosely over the edge of the seat. Blood covered your palms, all the way up the inside of your forearms and up to the crook of your elbow.

And how pale your skin was. Was anyone supposed to be that shade of skin color? Of course it wasn’t. They knew that already. You weren’t supposed to ever be this way. Their adorable kouhai that was just too sweet and too nice for the world they lived in was never supposed to end up like this: sickly pale, blood pouring from the wound in your stomach and knocking on death’s door.

Shoko finishes healing you after what seems like forever. In reality, it’s only just a few minutes. But in those few minutes, both Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru come to a full understanding of something: they realize that you mean a lot more to them than just being their cute little kouhai. They can’t imagine you living in a world without you in it. Every thought of you not being there didn’t settle with them. They hated it. They weren’t able to envision coming to school without you passing by them in the halls. Seeing a world where they visited your headstone was unacceptable.

So many thoughts, so much anger, all accumulated within a matter of minutes that drives a permanent mark into their hearts and minds: that a world without you in it is not worth living in, and they love you too much to see anything else bad happen to you.

Suddenly, Yaga Sensei appears before them. Shoko moves out of the way so he can grab you, haul you into his arms and carry you to the infirmary where they have painkillers and other medicine. Shoko follows him, but Satoru and Suguru remain behind.

“Suguru?”

“Hm?”

“You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”

“That we need to kill someone?”

“And that’s why you’re my best friend.”

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sinofwriting · 18 days

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So Many Reasons - Ollie Bearman

Words: 3,343 Summary: She honestly just wants to go to these two races to see her brother so he won’t complain about never seeing her anymore that is it. She has exams, an internship, and a job, she doesn’t have time for any of this. Note(s): Thank you V once again for commissioning the fic! I had a lot of fun writing it and may or may not have spent an hour researching different business degrees and universities and such. Reader is Andrea Kimi Antonelli’s older sister. Age gap of 3 years between her and Ollie. Not good family dynamics between her and Kimi and their father.

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“Andrea, no.” Her voice is firm, perhaps harsh but she doesn’t care. She was tired, hungry, and had to stay up for at least another six hours. Her last red bull in her bag sounded better every second. “C’mon, sorella. It is my first F2 race. You can miss a few classes.” Her jaw clenches and she forces herself to take a deep breath. Thank god this was just a phone call. “No, Andrea. I can’t. I have exams.” “Ask for an extension.” “Andrea,” she snaps. “Does padre know you are asking me this?” His voice is quiet, “no.” She sighs, pushing away her work. “How is your school work going?” “It’s fine.” “And the sim?” “Good.”

It’s quiet between the two siblings.

“It’s been months since we last saw each other. Do you not miss me?” “We saw each other at Christmas.” She reminds him but softens. “Of course I do. But I’m busy. I can’t take a few days away to go to a race, at least not one that’s not in Europe.” She looks at her planner, at the days blocked out with different colors. Purple for exams, blue for classes, yellow for work, green for work and classes, the dreaded orange for when she had both exams and work. It was filled for days, weeks, and months. “I could maybe make it for Imola.” She’d have to talk to her professors, put in her time now for work, but she didn’t have any exams the day after his feature race. “Maybe even Monaco if you can get me a spare pass.” She shouldn’t go to Monaco, not with her final exams to obtain her MBA starting just the day after the race, but she didn’t have any work those days and she could always bring her books with her. “Really?” She smiles at the excitement in his voice. “Really. Are you sure you want your big sister around?” “Yes. It will be nice to have family in the paddock. Someone other than dad.” She hums, eyes widening as they catch the time. “Let me know about the passes for the different races, okay? As soon as you get them I’ll talk to my professors.” “I will.” “Bye Andrea.” “Bye.”

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“Mr. Garcia?” She knocks on the door frame. “You asked to see me?” He smiles, beckoning her in. “Yes. Please sit.” He gestures at the chairs in front of his desk before quickly typing something. She sits down, smoothing the fabric of her skirt. “I wanted to talk to you about your plans after you get your MBA.” “I’d like to get a travel position or be able to work remotely half of the time. Then I think after ten years of doing that, I’d like to take a bigger account or two.” He hums, looking at her consideringly. “Why the travel position?” “I like traveling, going to different places, and when I went once before with Maria, I liked what she had to do.” “You're also good with languages.” “Yes.” “And the hybrid?” She fidgets a little. “The same reasons really as the travel position and I like the extended hours.” His lips twitch into a smile, “Maria hated remote.” She nods.

“She said you’d be suited for it.” Her leg that had started to bounce stops. He leans forward, “I’d like to keep you on. I know that your internship with Maria ends the first week of May. And that you’re only supposed to continue to work with us until August. But I’d like to offer you the remote position, starting June 20th.” She looks at him with a slight open mouth. “What,” she clears her throat. “What exactly would that look like?” He pushes forward a folder. “All of the details are in there, but there are two important things. There will only be a few days every month that require you in the office. Those days are always made known at least two weeks in advance, some as much as six months.” She nods. “The second is you will have strict deadlines. Miss two within a three month period and you will be on probation, meaning that for a time you will be spending at least eighty hours in office for the month, until your probation is up. Look over all the details and get back to me next week.” “Of course.” Taking the folder, she stares at it before standing. “Thank you, Mr. Garcia.” “Of course, Ms. Antonelli.”

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“Andrea!” She calls, seeing him looking around. His head turns to look at her, a large grin taking over his face. “Sorella!” He calls, jogging over to her. “You made it.” She rolls her eyes, pushing him away when he tries to give her a hug. “I told you two weeks ago I’d make it to Imola. It’s not my fault, you don’t listen.” She touches her ears before giving him a quick hug. “How are you feeling?” “Good.” She hums, following him as he leads her to what she assumes is Prema’s space for this race.

The good was false that was more than clear to see, if she wasn’t his sister, she’d know just by looking at the F2 races so far. Round four with no podiums? Or pole position. Her brother was surely smarting. She wondered if it had hit him yet that he wasn’t the most talented driver in this series yet.

Entering the Prema garage she smiles when Rene immediately greets her.

“How are you?” “I’m good. Very good. How are you? How is Angelina?” “I am good, I’m sure you saw the Indycar news.” She nods, watching as Andrea starts talking to either a mechanic or an engineer. “I did. It sounds amazing.” “Very amazing. And Angelina, well,” He pauses, turning his head and calling her over.

“Oh, Y/N.” “Angelina.” She greets back, melting into the hug the older woman gives. “How are you doing?” “I’m doing good. And you are well?” “Of course, it is the season.” She smiles at her, knowing all too well how much everyone loved the motorsport season.

“Kimi!” Angelina calls and she has to stop herself from flinching at the use of his nickname. “You did not tell me that your sister was coming.” He shrugs, “She’s coming next race as well.” “You are coming to Monaco?” She shrugs, adjusting her purse. “It’s my last free time before my exams and Andrea asked when I was going to come.” Rene and Angelina share a look but before either can say anything, someone interrupts.

“Angelina, Dino and Antonio are wondering about the next shoot.” The older woman sighs, “And neither of them could get me themselves.” He shoots her a grin, and it’s the sight of his grin that makes her realize that this is Andrea’s teammate. “I volunteered.” Angelina shakes her head, muttering under her breath but leaves the small group.

“Ah, Ollie, this Y/N. Y/N, this is Ollie.” Rene introduces. She shakes his hand. “Nice to meet you.” “You as well. Are you new to the team?” “No.” She laughs, pulling her hand from his. “Just a guest for this race and next.” “Oh.” He looks at Rene questioningly, but the older man is already in conversation with other people. “I could give you a tour, if you’d like.” “You don’t need to do that.” He smiles, giving a small shrug with his shoulders. “I don’t mind.” “Don’t you have race prep?” She can see just behind him, Andrea talking to another two people, their heads all gathered around a tablet. “I finished mine already.” Her lips purse. “At least let me get you a coffee from Ferrari’s hospitality.” Her nose nearly wrinkles at the word coffee, but Ferrari… She wasn’t into motorsports by choice, but she was Italian. She knew the allure of Ferrari and more so now Charles Leclerc than the team itself better than anyone. “So, coffee?” He grins. She sighs but nods. “Just one though.” She doesn’t think she could stomach another one.

“You don’t like coffee do you?” He asks nearly twenty minutes later as she sips at the coffee he got her and she chooses not to think too hard about the money she tried to hand him that he refused. “No.” She laughs. “But you like Ferrari.” “I’m Italian, Ollie. I think I get kicked out of the country, especially this part if I don’t bleed rosso corsa.” “Yet your brother is a Mercedes junior.” She pauses, “My brother?” His eyebrows furrow. “I’m sorry, it’s just Kimi, he has a picture of you. I asked about it once, because I already knew what his girlfriend looked like.” “I didn’t know that.” She wondered when the picture was from. Not from this Christmas, that was for sure. Ollie stares at her for a few seconds, something dancing in his eyes before turning the conversation back around. “It is a bit funny isn’t it? An Italian choosing Mercedes, while an Englishman chooses Ferrari.” “A second Charles Leclerc in the making.” She muses, remembering an article that said it. He flushes red. “I wouldn’t say that.” She shrugs, “Then other people will for you.”

Her phone buzzing makes her look away and she rolls her eyes at the text from Andrea. “I have to go back, Andrea is looking for me. Thank you for the coffee.” He nods, standing with her. “No problem.” He then opens his mouth again, quickly closing it. She raises an eyebrow and he flushes a bit more. “Could I get your number?” “Ah.” She glances down at her phone, another text on the screen. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” “Why not?” She can think of a million reasons. “It’s just not a good idea.” She settles on. “What if I want it as a friend?” She sends him a look and he grins. “I could do friends.” She shakes her head, “I need to go. Thank you again.” “Anytime.”

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“You're at a race.” “Padre.” She greets, watching the screens as the sprint race goes into its fifth lap. “Andrea asked me to come.” “You don’t like races.” Her lips thin. “No, I don’t. But he wanted to see me, I made time.” “Have you made time for the interview I want scheduled?” “No.” He starts to say her name and she shakes her head. “No, padre. I’m here for Andrea, to see him. Just like I will be for Monaco, that is it. I have no interest in working for you.” “For the family.” “Or that.” He sighs.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she winces at the way Andrea gets overtaken, can already imagine the way he’ll beat himself up over it if he doesn’t regain the position, especially with the way Ollie is in P2, no battle in sight, as he more than comfortably keeps the place.

An arm wraps around her shoulders and she easily goes into her fathers side. “I miss my little girl.” She bites back on the words that want to crawl from her throat. “Love you too.”

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“So,” she startles at the sound of a voice and the owner of it grins. “You don’t like coffee.” “Hello, Ollie.” “Hi.” He greets back. “You don’t like coffee.” He repeats. “I don’t like coffee.” She can’t help but smile at the way he grins at her responding to him. “What about,” he pauses looking around, before leaning closer and lowering his voice. “Red bull?” “I’m listening.”

She has to stop herself from giggling as Ollie leads her through Ferrari’s garage. She really shouldn’t be here. And not just because she shouldn’t even be at the race.

Stopping in front of a door, she watches as Ollie knocks, sending her a grin as he does.

“Hello?” The voice is a little confused. “Ollie! Come in, come in.” And Ollie grabs her hand, intertwining their fingers as he pulls her into the room with him. “Hi Charles.” Her eyes widen at the name and she quickly schools her expression though neither are looking at her. “What are you doing here?” Ollie grins at the older man. “I wanted to introduce you to someone and raid your fridge.” Charles rolls his eyes. “At least you don’t ask permission anymore.”

The tease makes her stiffen, this was a lot more than she felt she should be seeing or hearing.

“No, I learned.” Ollie laughs and then he’s tugging her closer. “Charles, this is Y/N.” A bit of tension leaves her when he doesn’t say her last name. “Y/N, this is Charles.” “Bonjour.” She greets, keeping her free hand firmly by her side as she wiggles her fingers in Ollie’s hand, but he just brushes his thumb over her knuckles. Charles’ eyes brighten at the greeting. “Bonjour. Est-ce un accent italien que j'entends?” (“Hello. Is that an Italian accent I hear?”) “Oui. Je suis italienne et je vis actuellement en France.” (“Yes. I am Italian currently living in France.) His grin widens. “Oh, très bien. Votre français est bon.” (“Oh, very nice. Your French is good.”) She ducks her head. “Merci.” (“Thank you.”)

“I didn’t know you spoke French.” Ollie says. She gives him a look. It should make his smile falter a little, but it only grows. “An Italian living in France. A bit uncommon, no?” Charles asks, handing her then Ollie a Red Bull. Before grabbing one for himself. “I study there.” “What are you studying?” Ollie asks, “Ki,” he stops himself. “Andrea never said.” Her eyes narrow at the catch, wondering why exactly he did it. “Accounting. And I’m not surprised. If it’s not something racing related, my brother has no interest.” Charles laughs. “I think Lorenzo and you would get along well. Having siblings that live and breath racing while you don’t.” “Maybe.” “Are you close to getting your degree?” “I am actually. My final exams start Monday.” “And you came to the Monaco Grand Prix?” Charles’ eyes are wide. “Yes.” “My goodness.” He looks at Ollie, winking at him. “This one is a keeper.” “Oh,” she says, feeling blood rush to her cheeks and Ollie is turning pink. “We aren’t.” He shrugs, taking a drink of his red bull. “Maybe not yet.” His eyes then fall to their still intertwined fingers and she gives another tug to Ollie’s hand, expecting him now to let go, but he doesn’t. “No, not yet.”

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“What race are you coming to next?” Her hand tingles at the sound of Ollie’s voice. “I’m not.” “What?” She turns to face him. “Andrea wanted me at the first race of the season, but I couldn’t make it, so I said I’d come to these two.” She doesn’t mention that the want of her coming was because he apparently missed her. She had her doubts about that, especially after this weekend. “You don’t think he’ll ask you to come again?” She looks around, seeing no one nearby, she sighs. “Even if he did, I wouldn’t come. I love my brother, but not on race weekends, not during the season. I’ve seen you more than him.” Ollie’s face that had looked shocked, turns to understanding. “I’m sorry. I had no idea.” She shrugs. “He’s busy.” Ollie looks like he wants to argue, but he doesn’t.

Instead he leans a bit closer, “so, could I get your number now?” She laughs, shaking her head. “No. Still not happening.” “Oh, c’mon. I won today. This is the one thing I want as the Monaco F2 feature race winner.” She shakes her head. “Maybe, if you actually wanted it as a friend. I’d say yes.” “And why can’t we be more than friends?” He’s closer now somehow and she has to swallow around the lump in her throat. “Ollie,” Her name spills from his lips in a gentle sigh as he leans ever closer. “We can’t.” She whispers, hand against his chest, holding him place. “Why? Give me one good reason why.”

He’s guiding her backwards, down the short hallway and into a room that’s thankfully empty, the door shutting behind him.

“One good reason.” “You’re Andrea’s teammate.” “For nine more weekends.” She lets out a shaky breath, watching as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “I’m busy with school and work.” “You have final exams this week, which you’ll pass. And I’m busy with work as well.” “You're younger than me. I’m twenty-two, you just turned nineteen.” He shrugs, her eyes following the strong line of shoulders with the movement. “I’m an adult. And I like you.” “Ollie.” She breathes. He’s closer than ever before, their lips nearly brushing. “I’m still waiting.” Her eyes scan his face, his words full of confidence, his body too, but he’s flushed and his nervousness is easy to read. And she delivers the reason that has to make him see reason. Because she doesn’t know if he stays this close to her if she can stop herself from kissing him. “Your parents,” his throat bobs. “Would never approve.” He looks at her and she looks back, holding her breath, waiting for him to back away but he doesn’t, and god when does Ollie ever do things she expects. “They don’t need to.” He whispers and then he’s kissing her.

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“What are you talking about?” “Andrea,” “No.” He stops her, shaking her head. “What do you mean, you are seeing Oliver?” He spits the name out. “Don’t, Andrea.” “NO!” His face is red and she’s reminded of the times when he wanted candy that she had and threw a fit over not getting it instead. “He is, he is,” he shakes his head. “I don’t even know what he is. He is my teammate, he works in motorsports, you hate motorsports.” She keeps quiet, watching as her brother processes the news. “He is younger than you, barely older than me. And you.” He shakes his head again. “Does padre know?” She scoffs, now shaking her head. “Does padre know? That’s all you care about isn’t it. If our father approves or not, if he knows what he thinks, because heaven forbid Kimi,” he flinches at the name. “You think for yourself.” “That is not.” “Don’t.” She cuts him off. “Yes, he knows. Don’t worry he disapproves as well. So, you don’t have to think for yourself again.”

She stares at her younger brother, knowing that this is her fault, but she can’t, she still doesn’t have it in her to deal with it, not today. “I will talk to you sometime, Andrea.”

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“Your fans are lovely.” Ollie makes a humming sound, half asleep. She pauses her scrolling on twitter, unable to stop herself from liking the picture of Charles’ dog in his own personal little car. “Your fans. Very creative as well. They can’t call me a gold digger, but a fame seeker? Well, if the shoe fits.” “They what?” He sounds so much more awake, it makes her laugh. “It’s just hate, Ollie. I’m an old woman praying on the young. Apparently I’m like Piquet.” “Ew.” And she can picture his nose wrinkling. “You know you aren’t though right?” “An old woman?” She jokes. “A predator.” She softens, turning in his arms, so that they are chest to chest. “I know.” “I mean, really if anything I was.” “You were very insistent.” He flushes. “Only a little.” She nods, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Only a little.”

“I know we talked about it before, but are you okay with everything?” “Yes. I mean, it hurts that Andrea is still not okay with it but my father’s opinion has not mattered to me in a long time. And no matter what the media and fans were never going to give us peace, so I made my peace with that as well. Besides, your parents are okay with it.” “They love you.” “Our friends are understanding.” “They are.” “And you aren’t about to dedicate any more podiums to me.” He grins at her and dread starts to form in her stomach. “Ollie…” “About that last one.” “Ollie!”

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severalforraelee · 9 months

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The Girls Part 12: Charles Leclerc x Reader

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Word count: 3,446

Written by raelee / Posted August 15

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“They can’t FaceTime for very long, they have a doctor’s appointment early tomorrow morning so they need to go to bed early tonight,” I warn Charles as soon as I accept the call.

“What’s going on, are they okay?” He instantly questions.

“They’re fine, it’s just a checkup. Girls, come say hi to your dad.”

Ada and Lucy run over at the mention of their father. It surprised me how quickly they’ve welcomed him into their lives and normalized him being in it. That’s definitely an advantage of him coming back while the girls are so young, they’re not aware of the entire situation so they don’t have any conflicting emotions about their father’s absence, they just know the love and admiration they feel for him and that he feels for them. And growing up, they won’t really have any memories from before he entered their lives.

“Hi dad,” Ada grins widely, showing off her growing teeth.

“Where are you?” Lucy inquires.

“I’m in Singapore right now,” he tells them. “I can see the ocean. Look, see the water?”

He flips his camera to show the view from his hotel room, palm trees lined up neatly before it cuts off at the sandy beach.

“Ocean,” Ada cheers.

“I’ll take you girls to see the ocean someday, I promise.”

They chat some more, Charles having to ask them what they’re saying a couple of times to fully understand, but then immediately responding with enthusiasm. He takes genuine interest in what they’re saying, even if it’s arguing over who found a bigger leaf at the park today. The way his hazel eyes gleam at the two toddlers through the screen says it all- he loves those girls with his entire heart.

The conversation wraps up after about twenty minutes, the tiredness becoming apparent in Ada and Lucy.

“I love you girls. I know I’m not the best at times, but I try my hardest to be there for you to support you through everything,” Charles’ words are said to Ada and Lucy, but I know they’re really directed at me.

He’s trying to apologize to me without actually apologizing to me. By explaining his actions without saying sorry for how they made me feel, it’s apparent that he feels bad for attempting to pressure me into moving but doesn’t feel bad enough, or maybe he just feels too scared to say the words ‘I’m sorry’ directly. Plus, it’s a little off-putting to give a message to me through our daughters.

“Mommy, I’m going to play with Barbie,” Lucy announces, taking off to her bedroom to play with the new doll Lando sent her.

“Me too,” Ada follows her to play with the similar Barbie that Lando sent her.

“What?” Charles questions as I give him an annoyed look through the screen.

“If you’re apologetic for your actions, just say it. Don’t do this round-a-bout thing where you tell the girls how hard you try to support them. They know that, although they can’t understand it yet, they can feel your love and support. By indirectly apologizing and not actually using those words, though, you’re not supporting them in emotional growth by showing that it’s okay to be apologetic and that it’s okay to show your emotions,” I inform him.

He blinks at me, clearly processing the speech that I just gave.

“Yeah,” he starts, “Yeah, you’re right. To be honest, I feel like I’m not there to help with the girls as much as I should be and then I feel guilty about it, so I thought the solution would be to move in together so that it would be easier. And I thought I was already compromising because we would be moving in together in London instead of in Monaco-””Monaco, Charles? You wanted us to move to Monaco?” I can’t help but interrupt him.

“I did, for a brief second, before I remembered that you have a support system and school in London,” he defends himself, “Anyways, I guess I also wanted you to move in to something more… up to my standards. But I should’ve asked you about it before making such a big decision by myself. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you for your apology and the explanation. Now that I’m aware of this, I’m sorry for not hearing you out on why you wanted to move in to a bigger apartment and for not recognizing your emotions sooner.”

“Thank you for your apology,” he says. It’s quiet, but his smile slowly grows.

“What? Why are you smiling?”

“You snapped at me,” a laugh accompanies his words.

“Did I? Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so hostile,” I frown, thinking back on my tone. “No, it’s great, it’s always nice to be reminded of where Lucy gets her fire from.”

I roll my eyes, but my heart flutters in my chest at his admiration.

As soon as I set my phone down on the coffee table after the call has ended, it starts to buzz. I peer at it curiously, wondering if the call is from Charles trying to contact me to tell me something that he forgot. It isn’t. It’s from my sister, Flo.

I watch as it buzzes and buzzes. I adore Flo- besides Lando, she’s been the only one to treat me semi-normally since having my daughters. She sends me requests for pictures of the girls every once in a while, she’ll call me to hear about their adventures of the week, and she’ll like all of my posts on social media, even just the stories.

But… I can’t help but feel some resentment towards her. Maybe it’s because she’s the one who encouraged me to attend the race, just to inform me that the whole family bailed, or because she never defended me in front of our family. I just can’t shake the negative feelings no matter how much I know that this situation that I’m in is not her fault. This has grown a very apparent distance in our relationship.

So I watch as her contact picture disappears from the screen, showing that I missed a call from her.

“And lights out, and away we go,” the announcer cheers as the race in Singapore begins.

My eyes flicker to Ada and Lucy who are sitting in front of the TV, dolls laying on the floor in front of them but their eyes are attached to the screen where the fast cars zoom past.

It’s so interesting to see their love for Formula 1 at such a young age. It’s subtle- they don’t pick out orange McClaren hats gifted from Lando or red Ferrari shirts from Charles to wear.

But they’ll put their Barbies in the miniature Alpine cars from Pierre. And they’ll perk up at the sound of the Formula 1 theme song.

“Daddy,” Lucy cheers, pointing as the camera focuses on the red car. Ada looks on in awe.

Truthfully, I can’t tell if it’s Charles or Carlos, it’s always been difficult for me to tell the difference between two drivers in the same car, but I nod.

“Yeah, there’s daddy,” I agree softly.

My heart starts to yearn at the sight of him, which I confirm it is once I see the number on the side of the car, even if he is covered in a helmet and a race suit. I quickly push the feeling down, trying my best to focus on the screen in front of me.

I can’t start feeling romantic feelings for Charles, we just started getting along again. Developing romantic feelings for him would complicate everything. With two toddlers in the picture, what they need right now is stability, not for their mom deciding to ‘go for it.’

So I take a deep breath, watching as the Singapore grand prix goes on and on.

“Let me take a picture to send to daddy, first,” I request of the girls.

They stare at me warily, melting ice cream cones in their hands.

“It’ll be real quick, I promise,” I reassure them. “Smile!”

They smile as I quickly snap the photo, digging into their ice cream messily as I set my phone down. After it buzzes for the third time, I pick it up curiously, knowing that it’s not just Charles responding to the photos because he already informed me that he would be doing media all day for Ferrari.

My eyebrows raise in shock when I see three missed texts from my brother, Oliver.

Oliver: Hey, haven’t heard from you in a while, wondering if you’d be up for a chat later.

Oliver: Flo just told me that she called you the other day and you didn’t answer or call her back. Is everything okay?

Oliver: Here if you need anything

I sigh at the texts. I thought Flo wouldn't really notice or care that I didn’t respond to her call, but she must have if she’s getting Oliver involved. I click on the bubble to text, watching as it blinks.

Truthfully, I don’t know what to say. I don’t want to commit to a phone call with Oliver because I don’t want to talk about what’s wrong. I always talk about what’s wrong- sometimes, I just want space to think about how valid my feelings are without having to talk about them and get them validated by other people.

And the issues with my family are a sensitive topic with Oliver, since he is involved in the situation.

“Uh oh,” Ada’s words snap my focus to her and I see chocolate ice cream dripping out of the cone and onto her tiny fingers.

“Here, let’s wipe it off,” I tell her, locking my phone and reaching in my bag for a wet wipe.

The texts remain forgotten and not responded to.

I think I like Charles Leclerc. I mean like like- like I fancy him.

I haven’t seen him in person in almost three weeks because of him needing to be at the factory and then back to back race weekends, which I think makes seeing him through the screen all the more special. He grins widely on the podium, spraying the champagne at Max Verstappen and Sergio Perez.

Of course this season it’s not rare to see him up on the podium, but everytime it happens sparks erupt in my stomach in pride of how much success he’s having and how proud he must be of himself.

I like seeing that gleam in his eye and that cheeky smile that he only reserves for the camera.

I can’t help but smile myself.

My phone vibrates on the couch next to me and I glance over at it, frowning as Lando’s contact picture pops up.

I know I should answer. I’ve already left Flo’s call and Oliver’s texts unresponded to, and with Lando being my favorite sibling, I should have a soft enough spot to respond to him.

He’s probably confused on why I haven’t been as talkative as I usually am with him lately. Usually before races, I send him a text wishing him luck, but I haven’t done that for this race or last race. And I know I should answer to congratulate him on his P10- a great result for this year's McClaren, but I’m unsure of how the rest of the conversation will go.

I’m sure Oliver and Flo have already told him about how unresponsive I’ve been to them, he’ll probably press me for answers of why that is. But… Lando is the last person I would want to talk about these problems with.

And truthfully, between having to readjust to being a single mom again for these past three weeks and recognizing and dealing with my feelings for Charles, I don’t want to add my baggage with my family onto the stack of things for me to deal with.

So I leave my phone to buzz.

“Go play in your room,” I encourage the girls, watching them run into their bedroom.

My attention returns to my phone screen where Charles’ smile from seeing his two daughters has slowly faded.

“What’s up?” I question, sensing a slightly bothered vibe from his end.

“I can’t be home by tomorrow night anymore,” he informs me, “They told me that if I went from the race straight to the factory for a couple of days, I could have more time off, which means more time to spend with my family.”

I try to take in his words, I truly do, but my brain pauses at two parts.

Home.

My family.

We’re his home, we’re his family.

But once his words process, my heart starts to break. Mainly for Ada and Lucy, who have been so excited to see their dad since he left. Although they see him in the car and understand that it’s his job to race, they don’t understand why he’s gone so long and often, and it breaks my heart to have to explain it to them before every race weekend.

Tears start to pool in their eyes and their noses scrunch up, sniffling. Every. Single. Time.

“Oh, it’s okay, I understand,” I tell him. I can’t hide the shake in my voice, showing that although I might understand, I’m still upset by it.

He sighs. “Y/N-””Really, Charles, I get it,” I try my best to stabilize my voice. “Go rest, you must have a long day tomorrow. Have a nice sleep.”

I hang up before he can respond, not wanting to hear whatever he has to say. I know that whatever he has to say will pull at my heart, which will strengthen my feelings for him even more.

And I can’t have my feelings for him strengthened. I need those feelings to dissolve.

My phone buzzes with a text, and then another one. I think it’s from the same person, but when I check my phone I’m surprised that it’s not.

Charles: I’ll be there as soon as I can, I promise.

Cisca: Oliver, Lando, and Flo told me that you’re avoiding their calls and texts. At least let us know that you’re alright.

I inhale a deep, shaky breath, trying to stabilize my emotions so that I don’t break down.

I respond to one of those texts.

Y/N: I know, Charles.

I snap a picture of the two toddlers resting their hands against the glass, staring up at the sea creatures passing above them in awe. After tagging the aquarium’s location, I post it to my private story, locking the phone and sliding it back into my pocket.

“You see that one, girls?” I kneel next to them, pointing at a whale above our heads. “That’s a beluga whale. They can live up to 50 years old.”

“Scary,” Ada comments, watching it swim past the glass.

“No, no, they’re only scary if you’re mean to them,” I reassure the girls. “Come on, let’s go look at the starfish.”

The girls go to sleep easy and fast that night, exhausted from the day at the aquarium. I’ve curled myself up in a blanket on the couch, some crappy reality TV on in the background when I get the chance to open Instagram again.

A message from Alex Albon is waiting in my DMs. He had responded to my story of the girls at the aquarium.

Alex: They’re so cute! Did they have a nice time? I haven’t been to an aquarium in ages.

Y/N: They had a great time! Next time you’re in town we’ll go 🙂

To my surprise, he responds almost instantly.

Alex: I’d love that. Or you could bring them to see the aquarium in Monaco 😉

I giggle at the message.

Y/N: You’ve been talking to Charles too much

Alex: I have. I’d love to talk to you, Ada, and Lucy more. You should come to Monaco so that we can have a conversation

Y/N: Nice try, Albon

I feel happy about the conversation that I just had with Alex. I was really close to him and a few other drivers when I was a constant presence on the grid, and when I became pregnant and left, I severed all of those connections so that I could hide my secret from Charles more easily.

Now that my secret’s been revealed and I’ll be even more of a presence in the paddock, because I have Ada and Lucy with me now, I’d love to fix those connections. I don’t know where to start, but small conversations like this help, I guess.

My finger taps on the discover page, scrolling through casually. I freeze at a familiar image, tapping on it.

Spill_the_f1_tea: More information has been revealed about Charles Leclerc and Y/N Norris’ supposed twin daughters! An unofficial source has confirmed that they are the Ferrari driver’s children, Lucy on the second slide and Ada on the third slide. The first photo is taken from Y/N’s Instagram story today. The source close to the pair is unable to provide photos of the toddlers faces at this moment. What do you think about this reveal?

My finger swipes between the three photos in disbelief. Who would do such a thing? I know from what I’ve been telling everyone and what Charles has been telling everyone, we’ve wanted to keep this situation as on the down low as possible so that we could figure out how to co-parent before announcing the news and going public with it over winter break.

Tears start to well up in my eyes at the lack of respect towards my children’s privacy. I can’t stop reading the line The source close to the pair is unable to provide photos of the toddlers faces at this moment.

How can a person genuinely type that out and think that it’s an appropriate thing to post? If the parents aren’t posting pictures of the children’s faces, or of the children in general, why would a random person do that?

I sniffle, opening the viewers from my Instagram story that I posted today and taking screenshots so that I can hopefully connect the dots. But I have no clue when those other photos were taken, or where, or by who.

Heck, it could’ve been me who took the photos and posted them two months ago and I’ve just forgotten about it. And now I have no record of who viewed it or screenshotted those photos.

“Hello?” I answer the incoming phone call from Charles, my voice cracking.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks softly.

“A gossip blog just made a post about the girls. It’s information from an unofficial source, Charles, I have no clue who it could be,” I admit, choking on a sob. My chest hurts at the utter betrayal from a friend or family member close to me.

“What account?” Charles asks.

I tell him and it’s quiet as he looks at the post.

“I’m so sorry, Charles.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault,” he reassures me, “You trusted the people closest to you, the fact that they turned around and stabbed you in the back is not on you, it’s on them and reflects poorly on them as a person. We will find out who sent those photos in, okay?”

I nod, then remember that he can’t see me. “Okay.”

“Are you okay if I make a post? Just to confirm that I am the father of the twins. That’s all I say, I won’t confirm their names or show their faces. I just want to stop the speculation of paternity so that we can hopefully have less prying eyes in the future,” he requests.

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay with that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Just… don’t reveal all of them to the whole world, yet. Let them make that decision.”

“Of course,” he immediately agrees, “At least this unofficial source didn’t send in pictures showing their faces.”

“Yeah,” I agree.

The phone call ends and I’m left to just sit back, twiddling my fingers and watch Kim hit Kourtney with her purse until Charles does whatever he wants to do for damage control.

My phone pings with a notification of being tagged in a post on Instagram.

charles_leclerc: Hi everyone, Y/N and I share wonderful twin daughters together. Out of respect for their privacy and our own, that is all the information that we are willing to share at this point in time. Please respect that and treat everyone, including the amazing mother of my children, with kindness. Thank you.

Tears begin to escape my eyes again. But they’re not anxious tears, they’re not sad tears, they’re happy tears. I’m happy because of Charles.

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Trust You - Stiles Stilinski

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Summary : Your trust issues are getting worse as they start ruining your relationship with Stiles.

Warnings : hurt/comfort, angst, trust issues, mention of cheating parent, bad relationship with parents, self-sabotage, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 3.5k

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Song inspiration : Emails I Can't Send by Sabrina Carpenter

‘Sorry, I’ll have to cancel tonight, I’m so tired because of lacrosse.’

You reread Stiles’ message at least three times before answering him with a simple ‘don’t worry, get some rest’. Even if your message seems insignificant, but your insecurities hide behind it.

Everytime Stiles can’t hang out with you because something comes up, a small voice comes talking to you just to scare you : ‘He doesn’t love you. He’s still in love with Lydia. He went to meet her. Or maybe he’s with Malia. Either way, he’s not with you. He cancelled to see another girl and spend the night with her because you’re not good enough.’. And lately, Stiles has cancelled a lot of dates, giving that small voice more strength. You’re struggling to not listen to it, but it can be convincing. You think Stiles would never hurt you, he’s loyal, but your fear is bigger than your trust.

That night, instead of being in your boyfriend’s reassuring embrace, you don’t sleep. You lay in your bed, hugging a pillow and letting tears wetting your cheeks. When your alarm rings, the idea of lying to your parents about being sick is really tempting for about a second, but you don’t want to stay in this house that hasn’t been a home for a week now. You need to leave, so you get out of bed and get ready for school.

When you arrive at Beacon Hills High, Stiles comes to you in an instant. He apologises again before taking you in his arms. You try to not show anything even if this small voice comes back in your head : ‘He’s probably not really sorry for looking elsewhere. He’s going to leave you for Lydia soon.’. You shake your head to chase it away unsuccessfully. During the morning, you stay silent and Stiles starts to worry. He noticed since the second you arrived something was wrong, but he is sure something’s up when lunch break comes. Indeed, you eat quickly and leave right after, pretending you have an assignment to do ; Stiles understands something's wrong with you even though he doesn't know what or why. In fact, you left when Lydia talked about what happened when she was at Stiles’, the day before. You felt a lump in your throat and you needed to be away from Lydia and Stiles. You ran away to the bathroom to cry freely. Your mind keeps torturing you, the voice was right : he wants to leave you for Lydia. He lied to you. You cry until the bell rings.

For the remainder of the day, Stiles tries to talk to you, in vain. You avoid him while your sadness slowly turns into anger. Though, Stiles is stubborn so he proposes to drive you home. For a moment, you want to refuse, but you need to confront him so you accept. You quickly send a message to your mom, telling her she doesn’t need to come pick you up. On the way home, you’re lost in your thoughts, trying to find the best way to talk to Stiles. As for him, Stiles drives nervously. When he parks in front of your home, you finally decide to not talk to him, wanting to avoid a new argument. You’re about to leave the Jeep when he holds you back. You look at him, fearing what he might say. Maybe the voice was right : you’re not good enough, he wants someone else, he’s already found someone else.

“Y/N, what’s the matter ?” He genuinely asks.

“Nothing.” You lie, making his eyes roll.

“I know you, there’s something wrong.”

You look at him for a second, weighing pros and cons before choosing to confront him.

“Why did you cancel last night ?”

“I told you, I was tired because of lacrosse.”

“You could have come to my place anyway. It’s not like we were gonna party. You know, if you wanted to be somewhere else or hang out with someone else, you could just have told me.”

“What are you talking about ? After school, I went home and slept.” He wants to know, frowning.

“Really ? So why didn’t you tell me you saw Lydia ?” You retort, crossing your arms on your chest.

“She just came for a few minutes, she needed to pick up something.”

“What thing ?”

“A book for school.”

“You couldn’t have given it to her today ?”

“She needed it to do her homework for today.”

“You could’ve told me.”

“Y/N, she stayed five minutes. I don’t need to tell you everything I’m doing.” He defends himself and you laugh humorlessly.

“You cancelled our night and Lydia came to your place, I think I have the right to know.”

“Why are you making such a big deal out of it ? It was for school.”

“I’m not making a big deal, but you lied to me.” You insist, pointing at him with your finger.

“I didn’t lie to you, when she left I went straight to bed because I was tired.”

“And when were you gonna tell me she came to your place ?”

“I didn’t think it was that important. Honestly, Y/N, why are you always so tense whenever Lydia comes up ?” He questions and you try to keep a neutral face.

“I just don’t like the way she’s glued to you.”

“She’s not glued to me.”

“Yes, she is, but how could you notice ? You’re too busy admiring her to notice it.”

“What are you even talking about ?”

“I’m just saying you’re really close to Lydia and almost every time you’ve cancelled it has been to see her.” You explain and Stiles runs his hand over his face, frustrated.

“She’s a friend.”

“Before you wanted more.”

“Yeah ‘before’, like you said. Why do you always mention the feelings I had for her ? Nothing ever happened and nothing will ever happen with her.” Stiles affirms.

“You should keep that in mind and tell her as well.”

“Y/N, honestly, I don’t see the problem.”

“I’m just stating a fact : Lydia is always glued to you so admit it.”

“Admit what ?” He demands, annoyed.

“You know what.”

“No, really I don’t.”

“Don’t take me for a fool, Stiles.” You order, dryly.

“What are you accusing me of ?”

“I’m not accusing you of anything.”

“Yet it feels like it. And it’s not the first time you do that. Everytime we argue, you mention Lydia, or even Malia, even when they don’t have anything to do with it.”

“What are you insinuating ? I’m annoying ? I’m overreacting ?” You snap, on the defensive.

“I’m just saying I feel like you’re accusing me of being too close to Lydia even though I didn’t do anything.”

“But you’d want to.”

“Honestly, at that point, yeah, like that I’d know what you’re accusing me of.”

As soon as Stiles says his sentence, his eyes open wide as he realises what he just said. Your eyes get teary but you’re holding them back.

“Y/N, I-” He tries to say but you cut him off.

“Fuck you.”

You take your bag and leave the Jeep before slamming the car door and running to your home. Stiles hesitates for a second to follow you but decides to not do anything, knowing you won’t listen to him. You go to your room and lock yourself in. Angry tears run down your cheeks while you’re trying not to scream. You’ve already argued with Stiles before. Several times. Too many times, even. But he never went that far. All of this because you pushed him over the edge, but he did admit that if he could, he’d go to Lydia. You throw yourself on your bed, take your pillow and you yell in it. You let all your rage leave your body while your sobs become stronger and stronger. You keep telling yourself you’ve ruined everything because of your insecurities, you let them talk so much that you’ve ended up pushing Stiles in Lydia’s arms. You ruined everything because you have trust issues. It seems like you haven’t been able to give your trust for the past two years. After crying for an hour, you start breathing slowly to calm down. When you finally have a normal heart rate again, your bedroom’s door opens, letting you see your dad.

“We need to talk, Y/N”, your dad starts but you don’t answer, “You can’t keep ignoring me, Y/N, please.”

“Not today, I don’t have the strength.” You sigh standing up from your bed.

“No, it can’t wait anymore, we need to talk about it.”

“There’s nothing to say. Leave me alone, I don’t want to talk to you.” You try to push him away, but he doesn’t move.

“Too bad, because we’re gonna talk.”

Understanding he’s not going to let go, you pass by him and leave your room.

“Come back here.” Your dad orders behind you.

“No.”

“For how long are you going to stay mad at me ?”

“‘Til the day you’ll be able to change the past.” You scream while walking to the living room.

“God, Y/N, even your mom forgave me.”

“And she shouldn’t have”, you explode, looking your dad in the eyes, “If it were me, I would have never forgiven you as quickly. Or at all.”

“Please, I don’t like to see my little girl angry at me.”

Your dad tries to softly put his hand on your cheek but you step back. You see the hurt in his eyes but you don’t care.

“Maybe you should’ve thought about it before destroying our family in one selfish night and I forbid you from calling me ‘your little girl’.”

“That night was a mistake. I regret it.”

“Is that the truth or a lie, like the time you pretended you were sleeping so you missed our family night ?” You interrogate, pretending to be clueless.

“Y/N, I’m sincerely sorry for the way I lied.”

“Don’t say sorry now, it’s too late.”

“Please, I’m trying to take a step towards you.” He begs, making you angrier.

“I don’t care. The fact is you let us down for some woman ! Because of what you did, mom was in the depth of despair. You made her suffer and you hurt me too. I don’t trust you anymore.”

“I know and I’ll spend the rest of my life resenting myself for it.”

“So you can understand why I don’t want to forgive you. You don’t know what it feels like to see the person you looked up to destroy the confidence you had. Now I can’t even look at you !” You retort, feeling the tears coming back and your dad looks down, ashamed.

“At least, tell me what I can do to fix this.”

“There’s nothing to do. I wish there was but you can’t do anything. You tore our family apart and I hate you for it. You talked about respect, fidelity and it didn’t stop you from betraying mom.”

You’re panting because of your anger. You take a second to try and calm yourself down before adding with a harsh tone “You disgust me. You’re such a dipshit.”

“You can be angry but I forbid you from talking to me like that !”

At the same time your dad reprimands you, you hear someone knocking on the door. You’re breathing quickly while you’re walking to the entrance. You turn back to your dad one last time “I don’t give a fuck.”

As you open the door, you find Stiles. You look at him and suddenly your tears roll down your cheeks. He smiles at you awkwardly, not knowing what to do because of what he just heard.

“Can we leave, please ?”

He hears your broken voice, Stiles doesn’t waste a second before taking your hand and walking you to his Jeep. Your dad follows you, ordering you to come back. As a response, you flip him the bird while Stiles starts his car.

You drive in silence. Your anger towards your genitor cools down, but you still feel a pain in your chest because of your discussion. You never would have thought you’d say those kind of awful things to your dad, but you also never would have thought he’d hurt you, both you and your mom. You try to wipe your cheeks but they become wet again a second later.

After driving for thirty minutes, Stiles pulls over next to a park. He looks at you with sympathy, trying to find a way to start the conversation. You take several breaths before looking at him.

“Wanna talk about it ?” Stiles questions with a soft voice.

“There’s not a lot to say”, you sniff, “I guess you heard everything.”

“Just when you insulted him.” He confirms while he offers you a tissue.

“He deserved it.”

You take the tissue and wipe away your tears before blowing your nose.

“Why did you come to my place ?” You start again.

“I… I wanted to apologise. I shouldn’t have said I wanted to be with Lydia. First of all because it’s not true, but also because I hurt you. I feel bad because I caused you pain.”

“You don’t have to apologise, Stiles.” You state with a small voice.

“Of course I do ! I was being mean when I said that.” he retorts, mad at himself.

“I pushed you over the edge. I’m always trying to find you flaws to turn them against you, even though you did nothing wrong. I hurt you because I can’t trust. It’s my fault if you said that.”

“You didn’t force me to say it.”

“I made you mad to force you to admit something that isn’t true. I’m sorry for always blaming you of cheating on me with Lydia. I know you’re honest, but I can’t help but be afraid.” You admit, ashamed.

“You feel threatened by Lydia ?” He asks, trying to understand.

“If it wasn’t her, it’d be Malia and if it wasn’t her, it’d be another one. I… I’m just so afraid you’re going to look elsewhere.”

“Does it have something to do with what I heard ?”

As a response, you nod. You stay silent for a second, wondering if you should talk to him about it. Finally, you tell yourself you’ve probably already ruined everything so it’s better to admit it.

“My dad cheated on my mom two years ago. She discovered it a few months after that and then, she broke up with my dad. When I learned the truth, I had so much hatred towards him.”, you inform and you feel the tears coming back, “I never would have thought he’d do something like that. But I think the worst part was watching my mom when she learned about it. She didn’t leave her bed for a week, she was almost eating nothing. I tried to take care of her as much as I could. Never I’d thought I’d see my mom like that. When she started feeling better, we moved here. She wanted to be as far away from my dad as she could and honestly, I wanted the same.”

“Your dad came back to see you ?”

“No, my mom forgave him”, you explain, rolling your eyes, “They got back together four months ago. When she told me, I got so mad. How could she act as if nothing happened when he hurt her that much ? When he hurt us that much ? He came back home a week ago and since then, it’s been tense. I try to avoid him as much as I can, but he absolutely wants to talk to me and you saw how it generally ends up.”, you say with a fake laugh, “Anyway, that’s why I’m always afraid. Since his betrayal… I can’t have faith in people anymore.”, you admit while looking at your hands, “At least, until I met you. And even if I do, it’s not 100%. I’m always afraid you’ll hurt me, like he did. My parents were so in love and my dad was so respectful towards my mom, I never would have imagined he could cheat on her and now, I’m scared the same thing will happen to me.” You unveil looking at him, hoping he’ll understand. “And I know you gave me zero reason to doubt you, but my dad also gave my mom zero reason to doubt him and it didn’t stop him. I know I’m villainising you, trying to make up love affairs, but I can’t help it. Because of my dad, I can’t help but imagine the worst. I know I’ve always been the cause of our fights and because of that, I hurt you a lot but I swear to you, I don’t want to hurt you and even less ruin our relationship, but I can’t do it differently. I feel like I can’t love right and I hate that.” You cry.

Stiles cups your face, trying to wipe away your new tears. You close your eyes when you feel his touch, liking your closeness.

“Y/N, it’s okay.” He mutters and you break the embrace.

“No, it’s not.”, you affirm, “I’m ruining our relationship because of my stupid fears, my relationship with my dad isn’t going to be fixed soon and even my relationship with my mom is not for the better now and I have so much anger in me.”

“It’s normal, you’re hurt. You have the right to be angry.” Stiles assures you and you shake your head.

“But I don’t want to spend the rest of my life angry, especially if I end up hurting you because of it. And also, I’m not only mad at my dad, but also at myself.”

“Why ?”

“Even if my dad fucked up, I still love him. Earlier I told him I hated him to hurt him, but I didn’t mean it. I wish I could, but I can’t and at the same time, I can’t forgive him.” You sob.

“We’re talking about your dad, it’s okay to be mad at him and still love him.”

“Do you think I should pardon him ? After all, my mom did it and he asked for forgiveness several times.”

“I can’t make that decision for you. Do it only if you feel the need. Your dad betrayed you, he has no right to force you if you don’t want to do it. Your mom made that choice, it doesn’t mean you have to do the same.”

“But what if it was the solution to move on and finally be able to fully trust you ?”

“I think you should work on yourself first to know if you need to forgive him or if you can trust again without it.”

“But what about us ?” You whisper, fearing his response.

“We’ll do what you want. I… I’d understand if you want to break up with me to focus on your family problems.” He states, even if the idea of being away from you scares him.

“I don’t want to lose you, I can’t lose you, Stiles. Right now, you’re the person I trust the most, even if it doesn’t look like it. I don’t want to do it alone, I need you next to me.”

“Alright, I’ll stay then.” Stiles smiles, wiping a tear from your cheek. “But from now on, I want you to talk with me. I don’t want you to stay alone, torturing yourself by imagining the worst. When you feel like it’s becoming too much, come talk to me, okay ?”

“Okay. Thank you Stiles. Not only for listening to me, but also for not giving up on me, despite everything I put you through.”

“You’re worth it.” He affirms and you look at him with tenderness in his eyes.

“And I’m really sorry for everything I said.”

“It’s okay, I’m not mad at you.”

You throw yourself in Stiles’ arms, needing his comfort. When he holds you tighter, you finally let go of a sigh and your shoulders relax a bit, as if every tension from your body were gone. Stiles strokes your back, hoping to calm you down a little bit more. You hide your head in the crook of his neck, wanting to feel his presence. Even if it was nerve wracking, you know now you needed to talk to him about your dad and your fears. Talking to him about it allowed you to realise your trust in him has become a little bit stronger. Now, you’re sure Stiles would never hurt you. He knew how to be patient and didn’t give up on you, even if you gave him every reason to. You’re grateful for having him next to you. You know, one day, you’ll trust him entirely.

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Love's Unexpected Gift

Summary/Request: Hi love 💕

I absolutely adore the hangster X daughter serie!

If you would like, no problem if you don't like this idea but how would they react after finding a positive pregnancy test in their teen daughters bathroom on the day the daggers are over helping them clean.

Pairings: Bradshaw-Seresin!Reader x OC Mason Floyd, Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader, Jake Seresin x Bradley Bradshaw

Warnings: implied smut, angst, fluff, talk about abortion, pregnancy

Our Little Girl

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Prequel: Love's Unexpected Gift

Sequel: The Gift of Love’s Arrival

A/N: after going back and forth with @multifandomlover4life, @justabigassnerd, and @maverick-wingman about how to do write this, this is what my mind came up with at 12 AM. I hope you enjoy!

Every spring Jake, Bradley, and Y/N do a little bit of summer cleaning and changing winter clothes out for summer clothes and it never fails. They would have all of The Daggers over and they would help out claiming they have nothing better to do but in reality, they don’t want to do it at their houses. Nothing exciting ever was found expect on this one fateful spring afternoon. Everyone’s lives changed especially Jake’s, Bradley’s, and Bob’s. Nobody knew how to react especially not the fathers of the two 18-year-olds that had just finished their senior year of high school.

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It was a Friday night when The Daggers were at The Hard Deck having a couple of drinks after having ended a pretty successful work day. It wasn’t that terribly crowded in the bar that had become a regular part of their lives. Everyone was feeling pretty good about how the day of teaching the new Top Gun cadets. The subject of cleaning came up and how everyone needed to do it.

“Since everyone doesn’t want to clean their own houses. Why don’t you come and help us with ours? Ever since we moved to the bigger place, we have found it harder for us three to clean it.” Bradley said and everyone thought about it.

“I’ll be there.” Bob said. Ever since Bob’s son and Y/N started dating Jake, Bradley, and Bob had started to hang out a lot more. They had already hung out while at work and were already close but this just made them closer.

“I would love to.” Nat said and then everyone else agreed. Goose, Carole, Maverick, and Ice would have agreed to help but they had already had plans that they absolutely needed to get done.

“How is Y/N and Mason doing?” Javy asked the parents of the two kids.

“They’re doing good. They’re together pretty much every day.” Jake said

“They’re a perfect couple.” Mickey said and everyone smiled and agreed with him. They loved the kids and they all had a part of raising the two kids and they loved them dearly. They had no idea what they were dealing with at home right now however.

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Mason was holding a crying Y/N on the bathroom floor against the tub. The tears were one of shock and being scared. She loved the thought of having kids with Mason someday and maybe now was too early but they loved each other and Mason was not going anywhere anytime soon. She wouldn’t be giving this kid up or aborting it she wouldn’t have the heart to do it. Mason was scared as well but he too wanted kids with her.

Y/N had been feeling sick the past few mornings and she didn’t know why and it was concerning her. She brought this up to Mason and he was concerned for his girlfriend so he had suggested to get a pregnancy test and she agreed. When he was coming over, he stopped at the drug store and bought a couple of tests and headed over to her house. They were going to be alone due to The Daggers having their night out after work.

When Mason got there, they immediately went to her room and into her connected bathroom. Jake, Bradley, and Bob were ok with leaving them alone because they trusted their kids. They raised them to be good kids. When the topic of sex came up, they sat them down and gave them the talk and told them to be safe. Y/N took the tests and waited the required time for them to be done they began to talk, once she allowed him into the bathroom.

“What if I am pregnant?” She asked her boyfriend of 3 years going on 4.

“Then we’ll get through it. You’re going to be a great mom.” He said and smiled and she smiled back. He always knew the right things to say, he must get that from Bob.

“You’re going to be a great dad.” She said to him and he smiled and kissed her. When they broke apart the timer had gone off and she took a breath and walked over to them and looked at them and began to cry. She would’ve collapsed on the ground it if weren’t for Mason catching her and bringing her down to the floor. She crawled over to the tub and leaned against it clutching the tests.

“What is it baby?” Mason asked her and she showed him the tests and he looked at them as she began to speak.

“I’m pregnant.” She said

“That’s great Baby. Unexpected yes but its great.” He said trying to cheer her up.

“I’m scared Mason.” She told and he nodded and held her tighter.

“I’m scared to but we’ll get through this.” He said to her and kissed the top of her head and then rested his chin on top of it.

“How did this happen? We were safe.” Y/N said and he nodded.

“I know Baby.” He said as she sniffled and he hugged her tighter. “Wait, the condom broke. Remember? We talked about it.” He said realization coming to his face and then her’s. The condom had broken after having slow passionate sex after graduation. After he had taken it off, he saw the tear and alerted his girlfriend. They both said that they would wait a few days and then see if something happened. That was a week ago.

“What are we going to tell our parents? I don’t want to abort it or give it up” She asked him.

“We’ll find a way and the right time. I’m with you every step of the way. I want this baby too but will support whatever decision you make. It’s late. Let’s go to bed yea?” Mason asked and she nodded and cried harder. She buried the tests deep into the trash and they got ready for bed in silence. Mason held her while she cried herself to sleep and once he knew that she was asleep he went to sleep.

When Jake and Bradley got home, they weren’t surprised to Mason’s truck there. He was either over at their house or Y/N was over at Mason’s house. It was a normal now. Jake and Bradley quietly walked into the house to find it silent but then again it was late at night. They walked upstairs and checked in on them and smiled to find them curled up with each other sound asleep. They left them alone and then got ready themselves for bed and were mentally preparing for the day ahead of them.

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The next morning Bradley and Jake were up before the Y/N and Mason getting breakfast ready and some of The Daggers were coming over for breakfast as well. The smell of bacon and pancakes woke Mason and Y/N up and they groggily headed downstairs to be greeted by the earliest risers that they had seen.

“Morning Pops and Dad.” Y/N said and walked over and greeted them with a kiss on their cheeks.

“Good morning, Bradley and Jake.” Mason said now on a first name basis with them after they repeatedly told him to call them by their first names.

“Good morning, Sweets and Mason.” Jake said

“Good morning, guys. How did you sleep?” Bradley asked handing them both a plate of food.

“We slept good.” Y/N said and Mason nodded in agreement.

“That’s great. Hey, we have The Daggers coming over to help with some summer cleaning. You’re welcome to help.” Bradley said

“We actually planned on going to see a moive this morning but we can bring lunch back and help afterwards.” Y/N said and they nodded.

“That’s perfectly fine. Let us know when you’re coming back and we’ll tell you what we decide on.” Jake said and smiled at them as the doorbell rang and Bradley went to open it. The first one to arrive was Bob, he walked in and greeted Bradley and then went into the kitchen and saw his son, Y/N, and Jake. Jake turned around when he heard footsteps.

“Hey, Bob!” Jake exclaimed and then went back to cooking breakfast.

“Hey, Jake.” Bob said taking the plate of food that Bradley gave to him. Then he went and sat down next to his son and his girlfriend. “Good morning, Y/N and Mason.” He said turning his attention to the couple.

“Good morning, Bob.” Y/N said taking a bite of her breakfast.

“Good morning, Dad.” Mason said to his father at the same time as Y/N said her good morning.

“Are you two going to be helping out today?” Bob asked as he took a bite of his food and Y/N shook her head.

“No, we had already planned on doing something this morning but I told Pops and Dad that we could pick up lunch and help out with the rest of the day.” Y/N said and he nodded.

“What do you have planned?” He asked

“There is a movie that we both wanted to see and we had already bought tickets. I didn’t think Dad and Pops would be cleaning today.” Y/N said feeling a little guilty.

“Honey, it’s ok. Go to the movie and plan out what we talked about.” Bradley said walking over with his plate and sitting down and the doorbell rang and Jake went to open it. Greetings were heard and then The Daggers walked in. Everyone greeted each other and Mason and Y/N were off to their movie.

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The Daggers got to work after cleaning the table but not before they decided on what they wanted to eat for lunch and then Bradley texted Y/N. When something that looked important came up, they would go to Bradley or Jake to ask them if it was important. They cleaned all the rooms and did the showers, sinks, and toilets. Nothing too interesting was found throughout the house that is until Natasha got to Y/N’s bathroom she had volunteered to clean her room and her bathroom since she was female and Y/N trusted her, yes, she trusted her fathers but when it comes to female things, she trusted Nat.

Natasha had just gotten to the bathroom Javy had joined her. As she was going to get the trash the garbage can hit the corner of the counter and the contents spilled. Nothing that would scar Javy was in there but something caught her eye. Two positive pregnancy tests. She cleaned up the trash and then set the garbage can down. She slowly picked the tests up and was glad they were capped and looked at them. She and Javy had been talking and when she stopped talking, he turned and looked at her.

“Is that what I think it is?” Javy asked coming over to inspect the tests and Nat nodded her head.

“Yup, Bob, Jake, and Bradley are going to become grandparents.” Natasha said

“Should we go and tell the future grandparents?” Javy asked

“It’s not our place to tell but they need to know what we found.” Natasha said and he nodded. Before they could leave the bathroom, Jake had come in.

“Hey Nat- “He began but stopped when he saw what she was holding. Jake’s face went through so many emotions that Javy and Nat didn’t know if it was possible to do so. “Is that what I think it is?” He asked hoping it was a joke.

“Jake- “Javy said and Jake laughed.

“Good joke guys. Really good a positive pregnancy test. You had me there for a moment.” He said but when they didn’t laugh, he stopped laughing and turned serious to raging father in just a few seconds that it actually scared Javy and Nat. “Bradley! Get your ass in here!” Jake yelled out and, in a few seconds, he was in his daughter’s bedroom where he saw a furious Jake, and an unreadable emotion of Javy and Natasha. Then he saw the pregnancy tests.

“Jake.” Bradley said slowly. Jake turned towards his husband.

“Our little girl is pregnant.” Jake said furiously.

“We don’t know that.” Bradley said “It could be someone else. Maybe a friend.” Bradley said trying to reason with his outraged husband.

“She would’ve told us if it was one of her friends. She also would’ve told us if it was hers.” Jake said practically seething. “We’ve told her she could come to us if something was up. We raised her that way.” He said and Bradley nodded.

When they heard Mason’s truck pull into the driveway Jake was already rushing downstairs to meet the 18-year-old couple. They had just walked into the house with food and she smiled when she saw her Pops, followed by Nat, Javy, and her Dad. But when she saw his face and he wasn’t smiling her face fell. Mason looked at saw the look and grabbed her and pulled her into his side protecting her and their unborn child. Y/N was scared and confused until she saw the pregnancy tests and her face paled and she shrunk into Mason.

“Tell me this is not yours.” Jake said and waved the tests around and she didn’t speak and neither did Mason his face turned beet read. “Robert Floyd!” He yelled and went to where he was and stormed up to him.

“Yes- “He started but didn’t get a chance to say anything because he was thrown into the nearby wall.

“I’m gonna kill you. You know why?” He asked and Bob shook his head too scared to speak. “Because I can’t kill your son because he’s the father of my daughter’s unborn child.” Jake said just as everyone rushed into the guest room.

“Jake, let him go.” Bradley said and was grabbing onto his shoulders

“Pops let him go.” Y/N said and then after a few seconds Bradley pulled him off of Bob but that is only after Y/N said something.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bob said finally finding the strength to talk. Jake then showed him the two positive pregnancy tests and his face fell and he looked over at his son.

“Is this true?” Bob asked Mason and Y/N and they both nodded.

“Yes. We just found out.” Y/N said

“Let’s go in the living room to talk.” Bradley said everyone nodded.

“Javy, Nat, and Ruben let’s stay here and let the parents and kids talk” Mickey said and the rest agreed.

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When the 5 of them reached the living room the kids sat on the couch and the parents stood in front of them. “Tell us what happened.” Jake asked and they looked at him and he rolled his eyes. “I know how it happened. I want to know how and why it happened.” He explained.

“It was after graduation. We used a condom. We did. But afterwards we found out it broke. That was a week ago. We just thought that we would see what would happen but when I started to get sick and smells bothered me, I had Mason get pregnancy tests before he came over last night. We officially found out last night.” Y/N explained and she looked down and tears began to fall. “I’m sorry Pops, Dad, and Bob. We didn’t mean for this to happen.” She spoke.

“We really didn’t but we talked and we both want to keep this baby.” Mason added and everyone was silent.

“Are you absolutely sure with this decision?” Bob asked the both of them and they nodded.

“Dad, I love her and want to marry her. I want to have kids with her.” Mason said whole heartedly. Y/N looked at him with tears in her eyes, they talked about kids but not marriage and she felt the exact same way. Bardley, Jake, and Bob looked at him and they could tell he was serious.

“You really mean that?” Y/N asked him and he turned to look at her and nodded.

“Every word of it.” He said and Y/N crashed her lips onto his and they only broke apart when Jake cleared his throat and they turned to look at their parents.

“Even though we’re not thrilled about the situation of how it happened or the timing. We are happy for both of you and will support you both all the way. All three of us love you. You both can come to us at any time. Now come here and give us a hug.” Bradley said and Mason and Y/N did just that.

“We love you three so much.” Y/N said and then The Daggers came out of the room having heard the conversation end. They broke apart and looked at them.

“I take it you heard?” Y/N asked and everyone nodded and said their congratulations to both the couple and the parents and hugs went around. “I’m hungry. Let’s eat.” She said and they laughed she was like that to begin with, she got that from both Jake and Bradley.

“Wait until your grandparents find out that they're going to be great-grandparents.” Jake said as they began to eat and everyone chuckled. Everyone but Mason and Y/N that is instead they looked at each other they hadn't thought of telling them. It was definitely going to be interesting, that’s for sure.

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DIABOLIK LOVERS BLOODY BOUQUET Animate Tokuten Drama CD “The Secret Behind a Demon World’s Wedding Reception ~Vampires’ Hospitality~”

Original title: 「魔界的披露宴の極意～ヴァンパイアのおもてなし～」

Source: Diabolik Lovers Bloody Bouquet Animate Tokuten Drama CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke, Kaji Yuki, Hirakawa Daisuke, Kimura Ryohei, Suzuki Tatsuhisa, Morikawa Toshiyuki

Translator’s note: I found this CD to be incredibly informative and interesting because it really does teach us more about the Demon World and its traditions. I genuinely had a lot of fun hearing them talk about the three different household’s various customs when it comes to parties and ceremonies. :3 Rejet should definitely make more drama CDs like these which combine light-hearted comedy with lore.

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*Rattle*

Yuma: Ahー As if practical lessons for home economics aren’t a pain in the ass already, I just had to be put into a group together with these fuckers…I couldn’t have gotten any unluckier…Geez. (1)

*Thud*

Yuma: Damnit! I would totally skip this shit if Ruki wouldn’t be on my case for it…!!

Shuu: Calm down…This really is a drag. I’ll be over there snoozing in the corner so you guys do as you please. Pwaah…

Laito: I genuinely don’t care about my grades either, but I don’t want that guy to give me an earful.

*Rustle*

Laito: …But still. I wonder if the teacher wants us to fail by asking this group of people to come up with a menu for a wedding ceremony? Nfu~

Kou: My thoughts exactly! Yuma-kun’s still fine, but half of the Sakamaki’s and Carla-kun? That’s just outrageous! Haah…Ahー My motivation has hit rock bottom. Where is M-neko-chan…?

*Rustle*

Carla: Hmph! I believe that would be my line. I do not understand why I - the King of Founders - must work in the same group as a bunch of filthy Vampires. I fail to comprehend.

Carla walks towards the door.

Kanato: Where are you going? We are supposed to do a brainstorm session, remember?

Carla: I will only go and give an official punishment to the teacher who came up with this ridiculous idea.

Yuma: Ahーah. Be my guest. Go ahead and throw away yer points by arguin’ with the Teach! I bet Mr. ‘All and Mighty’ Founder over here doesn’t give a flyin’ fuck ‘bout grades anyway.

Carla: …!!

Kanato: …Hm? He froze in place.

Kou: Fufu…Fufufu~ Could it be, you’re scared of losing points?

Carla: …Silence, you lowlives! It appears that you wish to experience the extent of my powers first-hand.

He begins to charge up an attack.

Laito: H-Hey…! What are you going to do here at school…!?

Carla: …As you wish, I shall eradicate you off the face of this earth…!

Laito: …O-One second! If you do that, you’d cause a much bigger issue which will result in much more than losing a couple of points!

Carla: …Ugh…Che…

He ceases his actions.

Kou: Seems like Carla-kun’s actually pretty desperate for points, huh? Maybe he’s just as much in danger of failing this class as we are?

Carla: …Did you say something?

Kou: Oh no~ Just talking to myself~

*Rustle rustle*

Shuu: Pwaah…God…You guys are all so noisy. Can’t you be a little more considerate towards the guy trying to sleep and lower your voices?

Yuma: Haah…? Why would we be considerate? Towards a NEET like ya!?

Kanato: Exactly. Pull yourself together and participate in the discussion. I would like to get this uncomfortable situation over with as soon as possible.

*Rustle*

Shuu: Hm? …Kanato, do you have a fever, perhaps?

Kanato: Haah? What nonsense are you spouting? That literally makes zero sense?

Shuu: Just the fact you actually said something reasonable for once…It’s kinda making me gag.

Laito: Ahー Good point. Kanato-kun is known for being the ‘crazy’ one after all.

Kanato: Haah…? What do you mean by that!?

Laito: Eh~? I mean, throwing unreasonable anger tantrums is basically your area of expertise at this point, no? So…Get it? Nfu~

Kanato: …

Kou: Ahー I think I get what you’re saying! When someone like that is actually willing to cooperate, it’s a little unsettling, isn’t it? Makes you wonder what happened for them to suddenly become so serious…Right?

Kanato: Kuh…

Yuma: Oi…Aren’t we headin’ into dangerous waters right now?

Kou: Eeh~? But we’re only speaking the truth, right?

Carla: One does not change one’s inherited character and behavior so easily after all. Too late to try and deceive us now.

Kanato: …

Carla: Hmph…Just give up.

Kanato: I never…meant it like that…

Yuma: …O-Oi!! Calm down, ‘kay?

Kanato: …SHUT UP! I was only trying to be the voice of reason, wasn’t I!? Uuu…Uuu…!! So what exactly did I do wrong!? Uu…~~ Uuweeh…Uu…

Yuma: Ah, god…Ya guys really are a big pain in the ass!!

Shuu: You’ve only just noticed that now?

Carla: You did not realize it at all?

Yuma: Aah!? If you’re aware, then try and do somethin’ to better yerself, goddamnit! Ahー Fuck! We’re gettin’ nowhere like this…All of ya wants those damn points as well, right!? Then let’s stop wastin’ time on bullshit and just get on with it!

Carla: I do not like others telling me what to do.

Yuma: Is that so? So you’re gonna take the role of moderator upon you?

Carla: I will kindly decline that offer.

Yuma: …’Course…Anyway, imma hold the reins so all ya guys need to do is gimme yer input! Got it!?

*THUD*

Kou: Ooh~ Look at you, Yuma-kun, actually showing us your best side for once!

Yuma: Che…Did ya really have to add the ‘for once’...?

Laito: Well, I can’t wait to go home and do all sorts of things with Bitch-chan so I’ll cooperate. Nfu~

Shuu: Pwaah…So, what’s on the agenda? Hurry up.

Kanato: Uu…We’ve said it a million times by now…Haven’t we…? Uu…We have to come up with…a menu to be served at a wedding reception together…cook it…and then have somebody try it for us!!

Yuma: Why lash out at the very end!?

Kanato: It’s your fault!!

Yuma: Ah!? Mine!? That must be some kind of misunderstandin’...?

Kanato: Shut up!!

Kanato continues to rage in the background.

Kou: Oh well, leaving those two to do their own thing, you can always count on your quick-witted idol Kou-kun since I’ve actually thought ahead and invited over M-neko-chan to be our official taste tester! Oooi~~! M-neko-chan! Come on in!

You enter the room.

Carla: …Oi, you. Weren’t you the one asking where she was earlier?

Kou: Oopsie~ (・ω<) (2) …I mean, where’d be the fun in spoiling the surprise beforehand? Besides, having me introduce her as my idol persona works way better from a commercial point of view! …I guess you could say that’s just how things work in this branch?

Carla: …I do not understand.

Laito: Well, Kou’s just shallow like that. It’s nothing for you to be worried about, Carla. …Well then, Bitch-chan, you can take a seat right next ・to・me~ Come here? Nfu~

Kou: Haah…? You’re the last person I want to hear that from. Also don’t you dare steal her from underneath my nose the very second she walks in!

Shuu: Oi…Both of you are getting way off-topic…

Kou: Ah…Whoops, my bad~ Slip of the tongue~

Yuma: …Ah, my bad. I guess I shouldn’t bother with this guy and just keep goーー Uwah!? Sow!? When did ya get here!?

Kou: I called her over while the two of you were wasting your time arguing.

Yuma: I guess you’re not wrong. …Anyway, let’s finally get to business.

Carla: A menu centered around a wedding reception, was it? Well…In short, we should simply make something which you’d find served at the celebration?

Shuu: And since this woman over here will be our taste-tester, we’ll have to base ourselves on this world’s standards. ーー Oi, you. What are wedding receptions like over here?

You explain.

Laito: Hmー So you gather around the table with close relatives?

Kou: The food is often a mixture between traditional and Western cuisine!? W-What does that mean?

You elaborate.

Kanato: It has to be enjoyable to eat for the grandparents as well, you say? …So we actually have to make a wide variety of dishes?

Carla: Scratch that.

Shuu: Agreed.

Laito: Yeah…

Kou: I feel like trying to overachieve will only hurt us in the end.

Yuma: Gotta agree that I don’t get the point of it.

You frown.

Kou: Hmー Now don’t look so troubled. For starters, we do have somewhat of a solid idea of what a wedding ceremony is like here in the human world. In short, what’s important is that the food conveys the feeling that you’re trying to please everyone to the best of your ability right? So if we manage to achieve that with our menu, it should leave you satisfied, right?

Laito: Well, since we’ve got five Vampires and one Founder here, why don’t we try adding the element of human hospitality to our world’s dishes?

Yuma: I mean, she’s the only one who’s gonna try it, so we can just make some minor adjustments to our cuisine to better suit her tastes, right?

Carla: Oi, please do not group us together simply because we both hail from the Demon World. Founders are their own distinct group. Obviously, our culture and customs are different as well.

Yuma: Do ya founders even have wedding ceremonies?

Carla: What do you take us for? Of course we do!

Kanato: Then teach us what kind of dishes are served at those. We only know the ways of our own family after all.

Carla: Haah…While I do not like having to expose our culture to you fiends…It is for those sweet, sweet points. I have no other choice. Allow me to teach you.

Kou: ‘Hooray’, thanks.

Yuma: (mumbles) …Just tell us already instead of beatin’ ‘round the bush.

Carla: First of all, our celebration lasts three days and three nights in total.

Kanato: …A whole three days and nights!?

Carla: We congratulate the bride and groom through a ‘never-ending’ banquet!

Laito: No…But if it lasts three days and three nights, it isn’t endless, is it? It will end at some point.

Carla: …

Shuu: Laito…Keep those unnecessary remarks to yourself.

Laito: Ah, sorry~ Couldn’t help myself~ Nfu~

Carla: Anyway, during those three days and nights, one must never have an empty plate. Once something has been eaten, it will immediately be replaced by a fresh batch.

Kanato: So you could keep on eating, but the amount of food will never get less?

Carla: Exactly. It is meant to symbolize that the celebrations will never come to an end.

Kanato: That sounds wonderful…You can keep on eating and eating, yet never run out…Of course, that goes for the desserts as well, right!?

Laito: Once again, it’s only for three days and three nights so it won’t last foreーー

Yuma covers his mouth.

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: Mmphー!? Mmh…!!?

Yuma: …You’re doin’ this on purpose, aren’t ya!? Keep yer damn mouth shut, seriously! You should know that guy is a tickin’ time bomb!

Kanato: What was that you said~?

Yuma: Ahー Um…Well…Y-Ya know…T-There’s this legendary mushroom often referred to as ‘time bomb’ (3) which we found growing over at Karlheinz-sama’s castle, ya see!

Kanato: Oh, I see. That’s news to me.

Carla: Oi, you two! If you refuse to take my story seriously, then…

Carla begins to charge an attack again.

Kou: C-Come on, calm down…! I-If not…You know, think about those points…!

Carla: …Tsk…Ugh!

Yuma: …Anyway, we get the gist ‘bout it bein’ long with lots of food to feast on, but tell us somethin’ ‘bout the actual food itself!

Carla: One of our traditional dishes is called the Founder’s special ‘Four Species Pudding’.

Laito: F-Four species…? I’ve got a bad feeling about this…

Carla: We mince and combine wolf, snake, eagle and bat meat, bake it all together and then pour a special sauce on top.

Laito: …Bweh.

Kou: Is that really good though…? Besides, don’t you have DNA of all of those four species yourself?

Carla: That is exactly what makes it so delicious. It signifies the eternal bond with those four bloodlines.

Shuu: Just having to listen to that made me sick to my stomach…

Carla: Also, ever since I came here to the human world, I’ve had this idea…

Laito: Yes…?

Carla: I believe the dish would work very well when paired with dry cured ham.

Kanato: Dry cured ham…?

Carla: Of course, a luxurious kind such as Iberico ham. I’m sure they would go well together.

Kou: However, that’s something you came up with just now and not the traditional version, right?

Carla: …

Kou: Okay, let’s go to the next one!

Carla: You’ve heard enough already? We have plenty more traditional dishes. I would not mind telling you about them.

Shuu: We’ve heard enough.

*Rustle*

Shuu: ーー Oi. Mr. Violent and Mr. Annoying. How about you guys?

Kou: Are you calling me annoying? Geez, how rude! …Oh well, I’ll let it slide. We’re half Vampires, so we’ve never had to organize such an event.

Kanato: No parties or such either…?

Yuma: Aah…? Party? Did we?

Kou: I don’t think we’ve ever held any official ones but you know…Remember how we held a potato party the other day because we harvested way too many from your garden?

Yuma: Ahー When we made all sorts of potato dishes? That counts as a party as well?

Kou: I’m not sure but I guess it kind of does when you think about it…?

Shuu: A potato party?

Kou: Exactly! All of dishes down to the dessert were made using fresh potatoes! Even though everything was made from the same main ingredient, it never felt repetitive thanks to Ruki-kun’s amazing cooking skills! Right, Yuma-kun?

Yuma: Yeah! I put blood, sweat and tears into growin’ those taters so seein’ others enjoy them really made me feel like it was worth it!

Carla: …Sounds shabby.

Yuma: Haah!?

Shuu: Exactly. Who serves potatoes at a party?

Kou: Hey, don’t say that! I guess rich kids wouldn’t know, but it’s common all around the world!

Laito: Hmー I mean, sure? No point in fussing over the small details. Let’s just say that’s how the cookie crumbles over at the Mukami’s. Nfu~

Kanato: I suppose there’s big differences even amongst fellow Vampires. At our house, parties are much more grand and lavish.

Shuu: Thanks to the Old Man who loves imitating human traditions.

Yuma: In other words, you don’t have yer own traditional dishes?

Kanato: Hm…For us, it would be…No, we do. I remember. …You know, the one Mother would make at every party.

Laito: Ahー I just remembered…Now that you mention it, I guess that would be the Sakamaki Household representative dish. …Hehe.

Shuu: Ah…That thing.

Carla: …What was it?

Laito: How should I put it…You wouldn’t really call it part of our culture. If I had to explain it, you could say it was specific to our house’s situation?

Yuma: Oh come on! Just explain it to us already!?

Carla: If you say A, you have to say B as well. Now stop beating around the bush and explain!

Kanato: At every party, our three mothers would compete over whoever could make the best dish.

Laito: Yup, exactly. She had never once cooked in her life though, so she should have just given up.

Kanato: I don’t want to speak badly of Mother but…I’d rather not have to eat that dish ever again.

Laito: Ahー I feel like my mouth is sticking together just from remembering it. Hehe…

Kou: S-Stick together…?

Kanato: It was oddly slippery…and sometimes grainy…

Yuma: Slippery? Grainy?

Shuu: Some parts were rock hard as well. Even though it barely tasted of anything overall, at times it’d suddenly hit you with a kick of spice…then at the end left you with a bitter aftertaste.

Carla: What kind of dish was that…!?

Laito: …Good question.

Yuma: ‘Good question’!? But you ate it, right!?

Kanato: We did not choose to eat it, we were forced to.

Laito: Exactly! Besides, we wouldn’t have even realized it was food if we hadn’t been told to eat it!

Shuu: I was left wondering who had put their trash on the dinner plate. …Haah.

Kou: Ahー I’m kind of starting to feel bad for them.

Yuma: Yeah…I guess even rich kids…don’t always have it easy, huh?

Shuu: I don’t need your pity. …So. What dish are we actually going to make now?

Kou: Hmー If we put together the traditional foods from all three of our households, we’ll end up with a dish which looks like trash, consists of four different types of meat accompanied by side of potatoes all of which have a slippery, grainy and sometimes rock hard texture with a kick of heat to it and bitter aftertaste…?

Carla: Oi! You forgot about the dry cured ham!

Kou: Ah, right right. Add some dry cured ham in there as well. …The expensive kind made from iberico pork…

Carla: …Perfect!

Kanato: That sounds…revolting.

Shuu: Well, we need to ultimately make it appealing to this woman too. I guess we can just randomly put some flowers on top to make it look all bright and colorful?

Laito: I didn’t expect such a well thought-out idea from you. Girls love everything cute and pretty after all! Nice thinking.

Shuu: …Being praised by you gives me the creeps. …Haah.

Kanato: Yes…

Kou: Roger!

*Rustle*

Carla: With that settled, I shall contact my Familiars right away to arrange the dry cured ham.

*Rustle*

Carla: …Hm? What’s the matter?

You protest.

Carla: You want us to reconsider? Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to?

Yuma: What’s the problem? We’ll make sure it looks appealin’ to ya!

You explain.

Shuu: You want to know what wolf and eagle meat tastes like? …Laito, do you happen to know?

Laito: Nfu~ Not・a・clue~

Kanato: Carla knows, right? Teach us?

Carla: Why would you ask me?

Yuma: I mean, you’re the one who brought it up.

Kou: Exactly! You introduced it to us brimming with confidence!

Carla: …I never did such a thing. All I did was mention it as part of Founders’ traditional cuisine.

Laito: In other words…You’ve never tried it?

Carla: That does not matter! …Besides, I do not need you lot to make remarks about my dietary choices! You are all getting way ahead of yourself!

Yuma: I guess so. …Anyway, ya heard the guy. All ya need to do is eat the food we serve ya.

You beg them to be considerate.

Laito: Nfu~ You want us to make it taste normal at least? …Then would you please teach us what you understand by ‘normal’~?

You frown.

Laito: The concept of ‘normal’ is a tricky one to grasp, you see? It highly depends on the individual after all. …For example, you could walk around the manor stark naked and I would think it’s the most normal thing in the world. However, you wouldn’t feel the same way, would you? Nfu~

Kou: Excuse me!? You better not try to abuse the situation to get your sticky hands all over M-neko-chan! She belongs to me after all!

*Rustle*

Laito: Haah…?

Kou: Why are you getting mad over it now!? She’s been mine since forever, remember!?

Yuma: …There they go ahead.

Kanato: Ahー God…What is you guys’ problem!? I want to just get this farce over with already!

Yuma: Ahー I’m honestly ‘bout to lose my shit as well…Guys, cut it out alreaーー

Carla: I expected no less but I suppose that with this group of people, we will truly never get anywhere. …It cannot be helped. I believe we should fight it out after all.

Yuma: How did a normal cookin’ class lead to all of this anyway!?

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: Bitch-chan obviously belongs to me…! I mean, we can easily find out by asking her body, right~?

Kou: Haah…!? That’s what I said first though!

Yuma: Oh come on!!

Shuu: Oi, Yuma. Just give up. At this point, you’d just be wasting your time and energy. Pwaah…

Yuma: …Oi! Don’t be throwin’ in the towel and goin’ to sleep!

*Rustle*

Shuu: You really think I’ll keep up with this? I realize that no matter what I say, it’ll just fall on deaf ears. Why don’t you take a nap too? Pwaah…What a drag…

Yuma: Oi…! Wake up!!

*Rustle rustle*

Shuu: Zzー... Zzー...

Yuma: He already fell asleep…!?

Kanato: Uu…Hic…And what would you know…!? Uu…Just melon would obviously be better…than wrapping dry cured ham around it…Sniff…

Carla: Hmph! It’s the combination of the two flavors which makes it so sublime. That is a truth which has existed since the dawn of time!

Kanato: I prefer melon by itself, okay…!???

Yuma: Ahー This is a lost cause…For some reason those guys are on an entirely different topic now. I can’t follow at all…Okay, what ‘bout the other two?

Laito: Heeh? I assume you know the exact number of panties she owns then?

Kou: Seven~! …Right, M-neko-chan!?

Laito: Y-You’re right…How!? That information is only meant to be known by a true pervert such as myself!

Yuma: There’s no point tryin’ to reason with them…Ahー What a pain in the ass…

Kou: Isn’t that obvious? As I’ve been trying to make clear this whole time, she belongs to m…Wait, huh!? Where is M-neko-chan!?

Laito: Bitch-chan, where did you go!?

You run over to Yuma.

Yuma: Huh? Sow? When did ya get heーー

*Rustle rustle*

Yuma: Oi, don’t tug onto my arm! Where are you takin’ me!? Ah…Ya wanna make a run for it? Guess that makes sense. Gotcha. I was just ‘bout to dip as well. …Heh.

*Rustle*

Yuma: Come on, let’s get goin’.

The two of you run away.

Kou: Ah, Yuma! Wait!

Yuma: In yer dreams! Honestly, I don’t give a flyin’ fuck ‘bout my grades at this point! No way I’m stayin’ with this annoyin’ bunch any longer!

Kanato: Wait!

Laito: Bitch-chaaaan~

Carla: You are a hundred years too early to attempt to run from me!

Yuma: Shut up! You guys just fix this mess by yerself, goddamnit…!!

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) Yuma uses the term 貧乏くじ or ‘binbou-kuji’ which literally means ‘poor lottery’. I assume they used some kind of lottery system like drawing straws or numbers to decide which students would be in the same group together.

(2) Kou says ‘てへぺろ’ or ‘tehe pero’, which is a typical comical expression often seen in cartoons and manga consisting of a character winking while sticking out their tongue. → (・ω<) It’s often used when someone makes a mistake and tries to kind of cover it up. (or as a way to feign innocence/ignorance)

(3) Yuma referred to Kanato as プチ切れボーヤ which literally means ‘young lad which is easily irked’. I translated this as ‘ticking time bomb’, not realizing that he would then later try and make up a whole story about it. I don’t know where the connection with mushrooms came from but let’s not question it.

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A Debt to Pay Pt. 2

cw: none (but maybe divorce, adoption, overeating if those are sensitive subjects for you!)

wc: ~4.7k

a/n: helloooo, this is LONG overdue. I’ve just been so busy with work and life and everything that i haven’t had much in me to write. but, i’m excited about writing again so that’s fun. as always, i would love to hear everyone’s thoughts!

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The mini succulent that you strategically placed on the shelf above your desk was the final puzzle piece to completing your new bedroom. Getting settled after a move to an entirely new continent had proved to be quite difficult, naturally. You’d strung posters of your favorite artists and movies across every wall, along with pictures of you with your closest friends, pictures of you and your mom, as well as a number of your favorite of your own paintings from over the years. Your bedroom was slowly but surely starting to feel like home. Pouring your time and effort into this was an amazing distraction from what was soon to come.

“Hey love, I just got off the phone with your new counselor and I printed these things for you. It’s your course schedule and other information just to help get you oriented tomorrow,” your mom, Hazel, yanks what you’d avoiding back to the forefront of your brain.

“Thanks Mom,” you stretch a tightlipped smile.

“Someone’s enthusiastic!” She sits on your bed and motions for you to join her. “Nervous, are we?”

You join her and lay your head on her shoulder, “Yes,” you pause, staring at the floor before you, “What if everyone hates me?” you mutter.

“I don’t think everyone is that stupid, love,” she gently caresses your back.

“I’m being serious!”

“So am I! Hey, you’re going to be great.”

“But, it’s half way through the year. Everyone has their friends already. I’ll just be the weird new kid.”

“Now, you have a point with that weird part. But-”

“Mom!” You deadpan eliciting a hearty laugh from her.

“I’m joking! How could everyone not want to be your friend? You are so kind, and funny, and compassionate,” she lifts your chin to meet her gaze. “I know how lucky I am to have you and anyone else that doesn’t feel that way is simply an idiot.”

“You’re my mom. You’re legally obligated to say that.”

“Yes, but I also mean it!”

“Seriously, I don’t really know what to expect and there’s just going to be so much for me to have to jump into and I’m… scared.”

“And that’s okay. I just want you to try it scared, okay? You are the most adaptable kid I’ve ever met.” You traced the lines of her tattoos on her arm while you leaned into her, seeking comfort. “ You’ll be fine,” she kisses the top of your head and wraps you in a hug.

“But, you don’t know that,” you fling yourself back on your bed, emitting a resounding sigh.

“You’re such a drama queen.”

“I learned from the best of the best.”

“Ha. Ha. Look, I know this is a big move and an even bigger change with starting at a new school but we can do anything as long as we do it together, right?”

You lamely nod. You were extremely excited to be in New York. There was no denying that. Still, it was bittersweet to be here. It was tough to leave all you’ve ever known behind. Your school, your friends, and especially your childhood home. Your earliest memories happened within those 4 walls. Both the good and the bad.

You were adopted by a couple of newlyweds from London when you were five. Oliver and Hazel Mitchell were excited to begin the next chapter in their lives following their marriage, by starting a family and thus, adopting you.

Oliver was a very closed off businessman that spent most of his time in his office or on business trips. He never really paid much attention to your interests. He rarely played with you as a child. He never came to a performance or a game. He was this shadow that paid the bills and gave excuses. After a number of desperate attempts to win his attention, you decided to stop trying, hoping to convince yourself that you were better off without him.

Your mother, on the other hand, was the closest embodiment of God herself. From the day that you met her, you’d realized that she was destined to be your mom. Whatever fantasy you wanted to play out she’d made sure that you were well equipped to live it. She would play the dragon that’d save you, the princess. She’d be the food critic at your playdoh restaurant. You’d be the knight, and she’d be your trusty unicorn. She made your childhood magical. Always a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on. She was your very best friend. No one else came close.

As you got older, you’d noticed the bags under Hazel’s eyes grow bigger and darker. Your parents barely looked at each other near the end of their marriage. Now that you were old enough to understand, it didn’t make sense how and why they ever got together in the first place. They weren’t affectionate with one another, they barely conversed, and their paths barely crossed.

Hazel outshined Oliver. She was kind, compassionate, a devoted parent, and she had a successful career as a visual artist. She did it all so effortlessly. She deserved this fresh start just as much as you did, if not more, after everything she’s endured.

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Monday approaches quicker than you had hoped. The shrill of the school bell forces you to realize that this is actually happening. Your heart was fighting to jump through your throat. You wipe your damp palms on your jeans while rushing into your homeroom with your head down. You fling yourself into a chair at the way back of the room. Everyone’s eyes are on you, whether they’re blatantly staring or sneaking glances. Chatter from your classmates bounces off of the walls, hering your ability to think straight. You await the start of class, tapping your fingers on the desk anxiously, hoping and praying that the ground would open up and swallow you whole. Instead, the second bell rings signaling the start of class.

Your homeroom teacher, Ms. Carter, a tall, terrifyingly serious blonde woman, cuts through the noise, “Ok class, take out your note packets that we started yesterday. We’ll continue with our discussion of the Louisiana Purchase.” The entire class groans in unison at their looming fate. You inhale for a sigh of relief, thanking whichever god for allowing you to go unacknowledged. Of course you would never be so lucky. “But,” Ms. Carter speaks at the apex of your deep breath. Your stomach drops. She continues, “Before we get started I want to introduce our new student to everyone.” Almost in unison, everyone turns their bodies toward you. “This is Y/n Mitchell. She just moved here from London and I want all of you to make sure she feels welcomed here at Midtown High okay? Y/n would you like to share a few things about yourself with the rest of us?”

No. I would hate nothing more than that actually. Yet, your mouth moves faster than your brain does, “Uh sure.. Anything specific?”

“Maybe your classmates can ask you a couple of questions about yourself. Class?” Oh. Looks like you and Ms. Carter won’t be getting along.

“What’s your biggest pet peeve?” Some kid asks from across the room.

“Dad jokes, by far.” You hear a couple of snickers from around the room.

“What’s your least favorite fashion trend?” A girl who must’ve thrown up bubble gum pink all over herself this morning asks.

“Easy. Low rise jeans.” The girl vehemently nods her head in agreement.

A number of your other new classmates continue to throw questions around, both completely ridiculous and genuine. “Okay just a few more class,” Ms. Carter attempts to reign it all in.

“Would you rather go to space or the bottom of the ocean,” yet another person jumps in.

“Do you know what lives at the bottom of the ocean?” you retort.

“No,” they shake their head.

“Exactly. So, I’m going to space,” you conclude, in turn making your new classmates laugh.

“Great answer. Ok, what do we think, class? Has Y/n had enough,” Ms. Carter finally puts you out of your misery. There’s a quiet buzz about the room due to the excitement, “Thank you, Y/n. Welcome!” She nods at you giving you a warm smile.

You release the sigh you didn’t realize you were holding as you take your seat again. That wasn’t so bad! They laughed with you. Not at you! Way to go self! Keep it up and maybe you'll make it! But, let’s not jinx it.

Staying awake for the rest of the lecture wasn't necessarily the easiest feat but you succeeded. The bell rings at the end of class and you race out to begin the search for your next one. It’s unclear whether or not it was your eyes panning from side to side, looking for a specific room number or this person just being an absolute idiot but, you collide with a silly looking dark haired boy. His iced coffee splashes all down the front of your sweatshirt, your books go flying out of your hands, and your first day is effectively ruined. Just. like. that.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you seeth.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I was distracted. Um,” the dweeb in front of you delves into his backpack, hastily pulling out two flimsy crinkled napkins. “Here you go,” he presents them to you with a triumphant smile on his face. It drops as soon as he sees the rage in your eyes.

“And what exactly do you see me doing with those?” your voice is low.

“Oh wow, you’re scary. Uh, are you new here?”

You huff at the boy as you turn to barrel into the nearest bathroom. You can’t help but gasp at your reflection. There was coffee all down your favorite white hoodie and it splashed down onto your light washed, ripped jeans. You lean over the sink as tears pool in your eyes. You barely slept the night before as your mind reeled of all the things that could’ve gone wrong on your first day. This wasn’t one of them. You were not equipped to deal with this right now.

There’s no saving the hoodie, so your only option is to take it off. You try to make yourself look as presentable as possible again by strategically wrapping your hoodie around your waist, to cover the stains on your pants before racing to your next class.

You scurry into the room once you find it. Without paying much attention you find the first open seat. You’re hauled back to the present moment when you hear, “Hey. Are you okay? I’m really sorry again,” the doofus from the hallway whispers across the aisle.

“Not really,” you mumble.

“I feel absolutely terrible. I really liked your outfit if it means anything,” he says with an attempt at a reassuring smile. You glare at him.

“Um..not in a creepy way or anything. It’s just that I saw you earlier and wanted to introduce myself and tell you that I liked your style… It’s very chill. I just thought I’d tell you now and I-” he reads your expression loud and clear and immediately shuts his mouth. “I’m sorry.” He remains quiet for not long enough before he introduces himself, “I’m Peter, by the way.”

“I don’t care.”

“Fair enough”, he turns back to face the front of the room. He’s antsy in his seat. Peter turns his head again, “I didn’t catch your name.”

“I didn’t throw it.” Class starts as Peter opens his mouth to speak again. You notice that he sneaks you a couple of glances during the period. You respond to a couple of them with harsh glares. Eventually, he stops and slouches down into his seat. Hopefully feeling a sliver of what he’s inflicted on you in the past half hour of knowing him.

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You reach the end of the day before you know it. Between meeting so many new people, and new coursework, and that idiot Peter. You couldn’t wait to go home, cry, and trap yourself in your room.

As you descend the stairs of your new high school, rushing to make your way home, the devil himself stops you dead in your tracks.

“Uh hey, Y/n,” Peter steps in front of you, shifting from foot to foot.

You analyze his demeanor, “Are you gonna pee your pants or something?”

“What? No!” he forces himself to stand still. “Look, I’m so sorry about running into you earlier. I really want to make it up to you.”

“Let’s both just go home and never see each other again, yeah?” you suggest.

“Well we go to the same high school...” his forehead wrinkles.

“Your point?”

“One, we literally have a class together so that’s impossible. And two, I could apologize and maybe I can be your first friend here.”

You pretend to ponder his proposal, “No thank you,” you conclude as you step around him to begin your commute home.

“I just want to properly apologize.”

“It’s fine.”

“It doesn’t seem fine,” Peter calls after you.

“Oh no?” you sarcastically jeer. You leave him where he stands, finally earning some peace and quiet. The short lived silence ends as Peter races to catch up with you.

“Can I at least buy you a donut?”

“No, thank you.”

“Come on, I feel bad.”

“That sounds like a you problem, Peter.” The two of you walk together in silence down the block as Peter brainstorms how to win you over. “Why exactly are you still here?”

“Because I feel like if I didn’t spill my coffee on you, we could maybe get along. Call it a hunch.”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

“You never know unless you try,” he pleads with big, kind?, brown eyes.

You stop dead in your tracks, “You’re not going to drop this, are you?”

“No.”

“One donut and then you’ll leave me alone. Deal?”

“Deal,” Peter looks around during a very awkward silence. “So, how ya liking Midtown so far?”

You chuckle humorlessly, “I don’t know. You didn’t really help make a great first impression. Is this what all people from Queens are like?”

“I like to think I’m one of a kind.”

“That’s fantastic news for me then.”

Peter laughs and shakes his head at your stubbornness, ‘You’re funny.”

“And you’re…. persistent,” you sneer.

“Thank you.”

“Yup,” you pop the ‘p’ at the end of the word.

You don’t walk too long before you arrive at a donut shop. The smell of fried dough and coffee envelopes you as you enter, boosting your mood just enough to not rip Peter’s head off.

“Pick your poison,” Peter gestures for you to order first.

“Can I get a double chocolate with sprinkles,” you politely smile at the person behind the counter.

“And I’ll just have a plain glazed,” Peter concludes the order and pays for the both of you.

“Interesting,” you hum.

“What?”

“Nothing… that’s just a little, you know… boring,” you shrug.

“It’s not boring. It’s classic,” he argues.

“Mm that’s what they all say.”

“You’re very judgemental, you know that?”

“Yes,” you beam at Peter for the first time.

“Oh you smile?”

“From time to time. You just haven’t given me a single reason to,” you force Peter to huff as the two of you grab your donuts and find a seat near the window. Giving Peter hell had proven to be massively entertaining since getting under his skin took absolutely no effort.

You sink your teeth into the pastry and hum at the deliciousness.

“So, Y/n what’s your story?”

“My story?”

“Yeah, you’re new. Who are you?”

“You first. Ya know, stranger danger.”

Peter smiles at the comment, “Fair point. Well, I’m Peter-” He’s interrupted by you snorting at his introduction. “What?”

“I know your name, you idiot.”

“Hey, I’m telling you my story and that’s part of it! Now, no more interrupting, please and thank you.” You put your hands up in mock surrender, letting him continue.

“I’m Peter,” you giggle, but don’t interrupt. “I’m 15. I love math and science. I do photography in my free time. I love pizza and donuts. Not together,” he clarifies. “Umm.. I’m really close with my Aunt May who I live with… and I make a great friend.”

“Aw cute,” you half-heartedly comment.

“I’m not cute. And it’s your turn,” he passes the baton.

“Fine. You know my name. I grew up in London.I was adopted when I was 5. I hate math and science. I’m a pretty good painter. I actually learned from my mom. I love watching really sad movies and crying. It’s very cathartic. I hate eggs. I broke my foot once while riding an imaginary horse. My least favorite word is cohort. My parents just got a divorce. Ummm…. What else do you want to know?”

“Sorry to hear about your parent’s getting a divorce.”

“Don’t be. It needed to happen,” you shrug, breaking eye contact.

“That doesn’t necessarily make it easy on you.”

“Don’t get so sappy on me, Parker,” you push to change the subject.

Peter smiles at your bluntness, “I like you,” he blurts out. You smirk and raise an eyebrow. “Oh! Not like that! I- I just mean like- I like you like a friend.. Not like like. Like more than platonically or anything. I- um.. Oh gosh..” his face floods a deep shade of red.

“Stop saying like, please,” you chuckle at his rambling. “Plus, you just met me! How can you like me already?”

“I don’t know. I think you’re funny and you’re kinda cool. In a way.”

You chuckle, “In a way. I’ll take that, I guess.”

“I’m glad-” he’s interrupted by a ding from his cell phone. He fishes it out of his pocket and sighs at the message.

“What’s up?”

“Uh, my godfather invited me to dinner.”

“That’s nice.”

“I mean it’d be nice to see him but its always his friends and they’re just all adults. They’re all like rich business people. He says he’s trying to “teach me the ins and outs of the biz”. The conversation’s always about stocks and bonds and NXTs or whatever and I can’t keep up or honestly… care,” he takes another bite of his donut. You watch the lightbulb in his head go off, “You should come!” He says with his mouth full.

“You just explained exactly why I shouldn’t.”

“Come on! It’d be fun! Will you come with me or not?”

“Have you ever been taught not to go to strangers' houses?”

“Well, we’re not strangers anymore, so you’ll know at least one person there…You’ll see a little more of Queens.” Peter attempts to reason, making you almost cackle.

“You’re a terrible negotiator, Peter Parker.”

“Please?”

“What’s in it for me?” This makes Peter smirk at you.

“Well, they have this really fancy private chef-”

“I'm in,” you interject, sitting straight up.

Peter giggles at your sudden movement,“I think that you and I will make great friends, Y/n. I really do.” The smirk on your face was not of your own doing. This was all a pleasant surprise. Granted, Peter wouldn’t have been your first pick by a long shot but, here we are. “Good to see you’re not entirely this tough guy act.”

“Trust me. It’s not an act.”

“Sure it isn’t. I’ll tell you what. The first perk of being my friend, besides a great dinner tonight, I’ll help you navigate what not to eat in the cafeteria. I saw you eyeing the mystery meat today.”

“You know, maybe we will make good friends,” you shiver. Your first day was memorable. Not necessarily good, not necessarily bad. But, you’ve never met anyone quite like Peter and knowing him would obviously be interesting. Maybe moving here and living a normal life wasn’t as far-fetched as it had seemed.

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“Thanks for coming to this with me, Y/n. Whenever my godfather invites me to these things, it’s always old people. So, it’s nice to finally have someone my age here,” Peter says as you two approach a house that clearly cost a fortune.

“I hope you know you have me speaking to you again riding on this,” you reply. Peter nods in understanding and rings the doorbell. The two of you rest in silence as the grand door is pulled open and the sound of boisterous conversation billows from within the house.

“Peter!” an exuberant man with a unique goatee pulls Peter into a bear hug. “Long time no see kid. I thought you forgot about little old me.”

“How could I, Uncle Tony? Um, this is Y/n, my friend from school that I told you about,” Peter regains his breath and fixes his clothes.

“Ah, Y/n. I’ve heard great things. Come on in,” Tony waves you both into the house. Your side eye bores into Peter.

“What?” he squirms under your gaze.

“What could you possibly have told him about me?”

“Nothing too bad, I promise.”

You continue to move through the house, sneaking glances at the expensive paintings that decorated the walls and the ornate furniture that dressed the house. Everything clearly cost more money than anything you can remember ever seeing. Tony leads you and Peter through the house to the dining room where the party was. A number of people were standing around in smaller groups, some were sitting at the table chatting, all with drinks in their hands. You quickly learn that Tony is one to make a scene when he halts everyone’s conversations to introduce you to the group. Dear God.

“Listen up people, I just wanted to introduce you all to Peter’s new friend, Y/n. She’ll be joining us for dinner so be nice.”

“Don’t you think you should take your own advice Tony?” a very warm, red headed woman jokes. The group laughs causing you to shyly smile. The woman diverts her attention to you. “Nice to meet you, Y/n. I’m Wanda.” The rest of the group share their names with sprinkles of nice to meet you’s.

“It’s nice to meet you all too. Thank you for having me,” you share a small smile with the group. Peter leads you to your seats at the table. You two quickly get caught up in conversation, learning more about each other. Another red headed woman makes her presence known by giving Peter’s shoulder a soft squeeze as she makes her way to her seat next to Wanda, adjacent to you and Peter.

“Hey Peter, it’s been a while,” she glances in your direction and her eyes linger on you for just a touch too long.

“Hey Natasha, how are you?” Peter greets her.

“Good!” She fully directs her attention to you and extends her hand for you to shake, “Hi, your name is?”

“Y/n,” you sheepishly introduce yourself. Her grasp on your hands is extremely firm. Typical extremely intimidating business woman. She has a fiery look in her eye with her chin held high. Clearly someone whose good side you’d want to stay on.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Y/n,” she emphasizes your name. “I take it you two go to school together?”

“Yes. I just started at Midtown this week.”

“Oh nice. It’s a great school, I hear. Are you enjoying it so far?”

“Kind of a hectic first day. But there were some good things in there. I guess bumping into Peter worked out,” you tease.

“Literally,” Peter interjects with a rosy tint to his cheeks.

Natasha emits a low raspy chuckle, “That’s good to hear. You from the city originally?”

“Yes and no.” The women sitting next to you both furrow their brows and tilt their heads, encouraging you to elaborate. “I was actually born here but I moved to London at some point. I was adopted and grew up there.” Natasha slowly nods her head, blatantly trying to read you at this point. You slightly readjust in your seat under her inquisitive gaze.

“Wow, that’s a really big move for your family,” Wanda chimes in.

“Yeah it absolutely is but, my mom and I wanted a fresh start after my parents split so we made it happen,” you shrug.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that happened. I know that can be a very difficult transition,” Natasha comments.

“No, it’s okay really. It’s nice to be in a new environment.”

“I could imagine. Well, welcome back to New York.” Natasha nods in your direction and you thank her. There’s just no way, Natasha thinks.

You, Wanda, and Peter continue your conversation. Other sitting near you at the table occasionally contribute to the discussion.

“Nat, where’d you go sweetheart?” Wanda lays her arm over her wife’s shoulders and speaks in a volume for only Natasha’s ears, pulling her from her thoughts. She meets her wife’s green gaze and grabs on to the hand wrapped around her own shoulder.

“Nowhere. I’m good, love,” she pats Wanda's hand in a miserable attempt to reassure her.

“You sure?” Wanda tries again.

She nods her head and chances another glance at you, seeing you in an animated conversation with Peter. She is so beautiful, she marvels. She adjusts herself in her seat as she feels her body temperature starting to rise.

“You know I know you like the back of my hand right?” Wanda mumbles noticing her wife’s restlessness.

“I’m fine, Wands,” Natasha claims with finality

Wanda refuses to end the conversation, “But, I know you’re not.”

“Wanda please,” Natasha huffs.

“Okay. I’ll be here when you want to talk about it.”

“Thank you,” Natasha lighty shakes her head, in a poor attempt at clearing her thoughts. Maybe I’m being ridiculous, she scolds herself.

Dinner starts shortly after. There were countless courses of foods you’d never tried before. There’s usually room for dessert but eating more will likely make you sick. Surprisingly, this dinner was fun. Everyone was extremely hospitable and generous. The business talk was less than ideal but, at least you and Peter had each other to lean on.

“Who’s got room for dessert,” Tony scans the table, everyone collectively groans. “Great, so everyone,” he concludes. “I believe Bananas Foster is on the menu.”

“Oh, I’ll have to pass unfortunately. I’m allergic to bananas actually,” you sigh in relief at sneaking out of eating more.

“Cheater,” Peter mumbles under his breath, earning a sly smile from you.

“We can get you something else, Y/n?” Tony interjects.

“No, thank you. I’ve eaten more than enough.”

“You sure?”

“Positive!” the other dinner guests chuckle at your enthusiastic response.

You turn back to Peter as he continues teasing you. You miss Natasha’s pensive demeanor. She’d been paying very close attention to you for nearly the entire evening. A banana allergy has to be a coincidence, right? She’s captured by her own thoughts.

“Nat, what is it, love?” Wanda is flat out worried at this point.

Natasha huffs and rises from her seat, wiping a thin layer of sweat from her forehead before making a beeline toward the bathroom at the end of the long hallway. The rest of the group share curious glances, being unsure about what they may have missed.

Almost as soon as Natasha bursts into the first floor bathroom, she slams the door shut, leaning up against it. She struggles to inhale. Adrenaline rushes through her veins as she turns to the sink to splash cold water in her face. She meets her own dilated pupils in the mirror.

“There’s just no fucking way,” she breathes. Natasha’s mind races but she couldn’t catch up with any of her thoughts. She grabs her wallet out of her pocket and shakily searches through the folds. She quickly finds a small, dingy crinkled photo that was folded in half. She opens it to reveal your big, shiny eyes and bright smile, missing a single front tooth. You haven’t changed a bit. Tears flood the woman’s emerald eyes. It was unclear if there was an actual knock at the bathroom door or if Natasha was hallucinating at this point. How did you find your way back to her? The sound of blood rushing in her ears and her eyes being tightly shut did not allow Natasha to hear Wanda entering the bathroom. She nearly jumps out of her skin as her wife’s hand reaches out to grab her attention.

Wanda notices the image locked in Natasha’s hand and gasps, instantly realizing the resemblance.

“Doesn’t she remember me?” Natasha forces through her tears and shallow breaths.

#mama nat #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fanfiction #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #mob!nat #wanda maximoff #wandanat

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sharkneto · 10 months

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5 Rob 1234... These exist?!? How MUCH do they exist??? What are the odds that we will eventually see them someday?

(for WIP ask game)

I've shared a few snips of them before (found HERE), and god... hopefully? I've got so many goddamn WIPs and so much less time to write than I used to during covid times, I can't promise anything and especially can't promise anything being soon.

It's a concept I love a lot - I love Five and Rob's relationship, I love Rob constantly tricking Five into cooperating with therapy until he starts doing it willingly on his own. I like the idea of Five trying to keep everything tight to his chest and aggressively keeping it there until Rob can get him to understand that he doesn't have to do that, that he doesn't have to live like that.

But it's a rarely worked on WIP (partly hence why there's multiple files of different Rob and Five conversations rather than One Set WIP), around JT and the apocalypse fic and Number vs Apocalypse Week fic and random odds and ends I play around with.

So, would I like to share it? Absolutely. Will it be any time soon? Absolutely not.

Long snip for your time, though. This is 5 Rob 3

(cw: some discussion of the implications of Five's physical vs actual age in terms of his brain and cognition, mostly from the angle of Rob being excited about brains and Five unimpressed by it)

“What are you thinking about?” Five asks after Rob doesn’t start off their session in the first minute of their meeting starting.

Rob keeps considering Five through the screen. “Your brain.”

Five blinks. “You do that to everyone?”

“More or less. When they’re my patients, definitely. And if there might be something interesting going on. Yours definitely has a lot going on.”

“Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.”

The sit and stare at each other through the screen some more. Five leans back in his seat, eyes narrowed slightly. “If I ask for specifics for what you’re thinking about in regards to my brain, will it be a long winded way of talking about something I don’t want to talk about or is this genuinely a tangent about my brain?”

Rob hums. “If I’m clever enough maybe I can loop it back to your problems but currently I’m just thinking about your brain.”

“This a hobby of yours?”

“A little bit, I guess,” he says with a laugh. “Also my job, but it is why I went psychiatrist route instead of psychologist route. If you go to medical school they let you look at more brain scans.”

“I’m sure that’s super normal,” Five deadpans.

“How would you know, with your fifty-eight-year-old consciousness in a thirteen-year-old brain?”

Five crosses his arms. “It’s almost fourteen,” he defends.

Rob thinks about that for a second. They’ve sort of talked around this before, and maybe with the birthdate coming up they should talk about it some more. He’ll poke. “Aren’t we technically still six months or so away from your physical birthday?”

That gets an exasperated huff from Five. “October 1, 1989 is my actual birthdate and I’m keeping that, it’s a constant that’s never going to change short of me fucking up so badly I’m not born, in which case I’ve got bigger problems – although not ones I’ll care about because I won’t exist.” Rob keeps a straight face. He actually loves it when Five gets on these little time-travel-insane-consequence rambles. Feels like a sci-fi movie and Sarah can’t poke holes in it like she does when they watch time-travel movies. Five also really likes to get on these tangents, so they’re really good for getting him talking on days he doesn’t want to talk – not that seems to be a problem today.

Five pauses but Rob waits. He’s not done. The pause stretches for a couple seconds before Five huffs again. “I’m not moving my birthday because I arbitrarily and accidentally changed my linear position in time. October first isn’t my actual birthday anymore, either, but the amount of effort to figure out the new date is completely not worth the effort. I could do the much easier-to-calculate physical birthday in February—” he cuts himself off with a suddenly blank expression.

Rob frowns. “Five?”

“The day’s not February tenth anymore,” he says, brow lightly furrowed.

“Why not?”

He blinks again, obviously doing math. Rob doesn’t know what it is about Five’s expression that tells him that he’s doing math, but there’s a specific sort of blankness he gets when he’s running numbers. “February tenth was my physical birthday in the apocalypse,” Five says slowly, still a bit distant. Rob subtly slides his notebook over and grabs a pen, even though Five can’t see it with how Rob has his camera angled. “It was February tenth. Now, though, assuming this body is the body I originally jumped from 2002 in…. oh, it’s still just February second. That was dumb.”

“Did you want it to be more different?”

Five shakes his head, a small frown on his lips. “No. I don’t know why I thought that was going to be a significantly different date. April 2, 2019 versus March 24, 2019 are only a week apart. I could have done that math much smarter. Christ, I’m getting stupid in my old age.”

Rob smiles. They’ve looped back to what he’d originally been thinking about. “Or your brain is thirteen. And a half,” he adds when Five gives him a flat look.

“What does my brain’s age have to do with anything?”

“A lot, actually. Maybe. What do you know about brain development?”

Five stares at him for a long moment. “Nothing.”

“Ah, lucky for us I know a lot about it. The cliff notes version of it is that there are set developmental phases for brains from ages zero to around twenty-five. Twenty-five is when science and medicine generally agree that everything is up and functioning, it hangs out there for a few years before it starts going in the other direction. Before that point, it’s building up pieces and pruning connections that allow for better logic and more complex thinking.”

“You’re saying I’m half developed. And you’re declining,” Five says dryly.

Rob shakes his head, ignoring the easy insult. “No. Maybe. See, you’re a really interesting case of the physical versus consciousness. A really fascinating case study that could be a missing key in understanding where what makes us us sits. You, yourself, are fifty-eight, assuming you haven’t been messing with me and your whole family this entire time—”

“What would the point be of doing that?”

“—which I don’t think you are, which is why I accepted you as a patient. I don’t know how you’d even go about trying to parse it out, because it’s such a messy knot. It’s why we’ve been wondering about consciousness and the self for centuries, millennia. But you have such an extreme difference between the two that we might just be able to get a hint.”

It’s quiet as Rob finishes. Five sits considering that, expression slightly pinched. Rob waits.

As Five continues to not say anything, Rob’s gut sinks a little. Maybe he got a little too excited about this, misjudged how interested Five would be about it. He did just pretty blatantly say that this man, who is already stuck looking like a thirteen-year-old, might actually be stuck in a much more real way as a thirteen-year-old.

“Five—”

“You know,” Five interrupts, “you and Sarah make a bit more sense now.”

It isn’t clear if that’s supposed to be a compliment or an insult. Maybe it’s neither. Five usually likes to rub in insults. “How do you mean?”

“You both like puzzles. You just hide your intensity better than she does.”

Rob might have gotten a little too enthusiastic about how interesting a case Five is. “I’m sorry, Five, I—”

Five waves a hand, tone still low. “Don’t apologize. You know I appreciate candor. Was this the point?”

They haven’t been here in a little bit – Five directing with questions. Rob did miscalculate this. He can let Five keep the control. “Was what my point?”

“To talk about how shit it is to be a fully grown man who looks like a child?”

“No. It’s just something I’ve been thinking about and thought you might find it interesting, too. I had planned on today being a bit lighter on Big Things after last week.”

Five nods slowly. He’s not looking at Rob. “Wow,” he says after another moment. “Bad job of doing that.”

“I’m seeing that now, yeah.”

Five forces them to sit in that. Rob glances at the clock. He has forty minutes to salvage unless Five ends the session early.

“I get the appeal,” Five says after another long minute. “I’m an enigma on a lot of levels. Most of my life doesn’t exist anymore and what it was is so statistically improbable it should be impossible and unbelievable. This isn’t what all this has been about, right?”

He slips that question in as if it’s just an unimportant end to his statement. That’s how Rob knows it’s important. Five likes to bluster, likes to misdirect to avoid feelings and hard topics. The exception is when he needs real, important information. He’s not good at direct lies and it’s obvious the tactic he figured out for learning information he needed while trying to stay under the radar is to be as casual and nonplussed as possible. If Five doesn’t seem to care about the answer, maybe the person giving it won’t care about giving it either.

“No, Five,” Rob says without hesitation. Waiting until Five looks back up at the screen, he continues, “I agreed to be your psychiatrist because I think you need the help to sort through the everything of your life and also think I’m a good fit for helping you do that. You seem to agree, since we’ve been doing this for three months now. My own, side interest of what might be going on in your head isn’t a part of it, outside of my thoughts on non-psychotherapy approaches that might help you should you ever decide you want to try some drugs or physical treatments. Today’s tangent is just that, a tangent that I think is interesting but is non-defining of you or the work we do here.”

Five nods at that with a small frown. “To help you along on that tangent, then, so we don’t have to do it again – it’s wrong.”

“Okay?”

“Your little theory has me half-developed and stupid, of which I am neither.” He waves off Rob as he opens his mouth to apologize and explain. “It’s fine, as you just explained to me your brain function is also declining due to your advancing age. It is interesting, though, that your go-to direction for me doing a simple math calculation in an indirect way was to blame it on a possibly under-developed brain rather than the fact that I’m thirteen years older than you are and am farther along on my brain slipping into mush.”

Rob swallows and waits.

“But how I know you’re wrong about my brain is because, while I don’t remember much from being thirteen, I do remember some decisions I made when I was that age. One very big, very dumb decision. With absolutely no concern for the consequences and no back-up plan. That’s the sort of thinking thirteen-year-old brains do. It was a childish and very poorly calculated mistake. And I’m not that stupid now.”

“Understood,” Rob says. That sits between them, a bit heavy which was not Rob’s goal for the day so he adds, “You’re dumb because you’re old, not because you’re young.”

A smile ghosts at the edge of Five’s mouth. “Exactly.”

“Glad we cleared this up. I’m sorry I pushed us here, I misjudged. We’re good?”

Five nods. “We’re good.”

#i rotate these two in my head a lot #i'm really soft for their relationship #but it takes a lot of thought to write therapy (ha who would have thought) and i've got so many other projects #with JT as the current priority when i've got brain and time to Write Specific Project #that it really doesn't get much work #so #snips and chatting about it is what we've got #five finds therapy wip #i should have a rob tag #snips #ask game

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sl-newsie · 9 months

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Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Descendants 2- Ch. 2: Welcome Back

Ok, fine. I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t want to go to the Cotillion. I mean, even antisocial outcast witches need to party once in a while, right?

So I’ve made my decision. I’m surprising them by heading over today!

“I don’t know when I’ll be back, just keep the mice out.” I say my last goodbyes to Binx as I finish packing a small bag. I’d use a transportation spell or my broom, but that’d be too eye-catching.

“Don’t worry, this place will be safe with me. After watching over your mother’s house for 300 years I’ve definitely had practice of guarding. Go have fun and be a normal girl for once!”

“Bye bye!” I wave and start making my way through the thick, dark woods…

The school looks almost the exact same, with the exception of a few new banners announcing the upcoming cotillion. If it weren’t for a nearby poster I wouldn’t remember that I’m a convict. It shows my face sneering an evil smile and says: Beware! Wanted: Magica Sanderson, evil witch. If sighted please report to Headmistress Fairy Godmother immediately! Huh. On the bright side, my picture doesn’t look half-bad. Students are buzzing around everywhere, so to avoid getting caught I slip on my invisibility cloak and creep through the gardens.

Once I’ve slipped through the front door to the dorm housing then it’s all smooth sailing straight to Evie and Mal’s room. And just in time: Chad just left and in doing so left the door open! I don’t miss a beat and quickly slide in to find Evie and Doug holding hands. Aw, they finally got together!

“So do you think this dress seems a bit bland, or maybe I should touch it up a little?” I look over Evie's shoulder at the purple dress she’s referencing. It’s a gorgeous Victorian one with a purple and black pattern, long sleeves, and a hood attached to the back.

Grinning underneath my cloak, I turn and say: “It gets my approval!”

“Oh!” Evie jumps in surprise and turns around with wide eyes. “Magica? You came!” She tugs me into a hug. “It’s so good to see you! Does this mean you’re going to cotillion?”

“Yes,” I wheeze out, almost unable to breathe. I give Doug a wave. “Hey.”

He waves back and smiles. “Hey, lab partner! I’ve missed you!”

“So you won’t tell anyone I’m here? You don’t think I’m a wicked witch?” I’m only half-joking.

Doug chuckles and shakes his head. “Nah, you’re not wicked. Maybe a bit over-dramatic when it comes to studying but nobody’s perfect.”

“How’s chemistry been going? From the looks of things I’d say you and Evie’s chemistry looks vibrant as ever!”

Evie seems to ignore my comment and starts showing me her sketchbook, which is full of more designs and patterns than I could ever imagine!

“So for you I’m thinking purple and black, like the one you approved earlier. Something sleek but elegant. You’re going to be a cakewalk compared to Chad. We just got done with his cotillion fitting.” Evie rolls her eyes. “I swear his head can not get any bigger!”

I nod. “On a different note, you got your own room?” I take a better look at the racks of fabric and giant sewing machine.

“Yes! FG approved that I get a private room so I can run my business! But enough of that. Everyone’s going to be so surprised when they see you! Especially Carlos, he really misses you.”

I hang my head in shame. “I really miss him too. But I’ve gotta figure out my own problems before I let him get dragged into them too.”

Evie and Doug look at each other, and I’m unsure what they’re thinking.

“Magica, Carlos doesn’t think you’re a burden,” Evie says softly. “He wants to help, and spend time with you. And you better tell him how you feel soon, because-”

There’s a knock on the door and we all freeze. Instinctively I grab my invisible cloak and throw it on, dashing off to hide in the corner. In mere seconds the door opens, revealing Jay and Mal- with blonde hair?

“Hello, everyone,” Jay gives a dramatic bow. “Just wanted to check in to see how things are going, plus Mal needs some encouragement for her date with Ben later.”

Mal twirls a piece of blonde locks in her fingers. “I know I shouldn’t be nervous, but trying to stay the ‘perfect Auradon girl’ is really getting to me.”

Wait, what? Why is she doing that?

Evie and Doug exchange playful smiles.

“Well, if it’s encouragement you’re looking for, how about a positivity spell?” Evie asks.

Mal rolls her eyes. “Evie, you know I don't do so well with positive magic. And Magica’s at least an hour away-”

“Or mere seconds!” I jump out and touch Mal and Jay’s backs, causing them to scream.

“Trixie?” Jay starts laughing his head off and pats my shoulder. “Jeez, you still got it! It’s nice to see ya!”

I cackle wickedly and “I see you guys all got new looks! But Mal, why blonde? I thought I was the one who’s supposed to try to look normal!”

“Uh, I'm trying to look a bit more normal to fit in and impress Ben. But between trying to go non-magic and being bombarded by reporters, I’m so close to bursting! I mean, ‘do you like being blonde?’ ‘is your mother still a lizard?’ What kind of questions are those?! ”

“Really? Just how much TV have you gotten yourself into?”

Mal cringes and goes to snack on a bowl of strawberries on Evie’s desk. “I can’t go a single moment without getting my picture taken.”

“Ooh, yikes! So glad I’m not caught up in that mess! But it is good to catch up with you guys- I’ve missed you. Also if I had known you’re still obsessed with strawberries then I would have brought some as a cotillion gift.”

Jay checks his watch and sighs. “Sorry trixie, but I’ve gotta go meet up with Carlos for fencing practice.”

My face freezes and I start following Jay out the door. “Oh! Right. Please tell him to meet up with me when-”

“Magica?” Carlos asks from down the hall in a stunned tone.

“Carlos!” A smile spreads over my face as I rush up to the freckled VK. “Surprised?”

“I- I’m surprised! What- what are you doing here?”

Huh? He’s one of the people who invited me here.

My smile falters. “For… cotillion?”

Carlos frowns. “Really? I didn’t think you’d really come. B- But it’s really good to see you!”

He gets new-found energy and gives me a soft hug. Then, Dude rushes out of Carlos’ room at the sound of all the commotion, licking and pawing at my skirt.

“Hello to you too, handsome! Yes, yes, I missed you too!” I laugh and kneel down to pet my furry friend. “Hey Carlos, has Evie interrogated you about cotillion yet? She’s already planning my dress!”

Carlos suddenly gets an anxious look and starts acting… skittery? “Actually, um, about that… I’ve been thinking about asking Jane to the cotillion.”

Snap! Something inside me breaks and sends my head spinning, and I have to lean against the hallway wall. I close my eyes, and I’m spiraling. Just like predicting the future. My purple flames spreading everywhere, people pushing me away, being alone… No one could ever love a Sanderson witch.

“Oh! Oh… right.” I plaster on a smile and laugh nervously. “Um, wow! Congratulations, Carlos! Really, I- I’m so proud! Um, excuse me I need to go find Evie!”

Carlos tries to say something else but I rush past back down the hall. “Um, ok- I’ve gotta get to fencing practice. See you later!”

Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling…

I burst into Evie’s room and am thankful to find it’s only her and no one else. She sees my distraught face and immediately gets up from her desk.

“That’s why you warned me. That’s why you meant when you said I should tell him how I feel… Because now he’s moved on to someone else!” I let out a loud roar and kick a chair, flames already starting to crawl up my arms.

“Ok calm down, calm down-” Evie holds her hands up trying to get me to settle down.

“No! How can you expect me to calm down when my true love is- is- forgetting me? Abandoning me? Just- letting me go?”

“No, no,” Evie keeps a steady tone and takes my hand.

I stiffen. “Better let go, or else I might singe your hand into a pile of ash.”

“I’m not afraid, unlike most people here. I want you to know that Carlos does love you, he really does. At least, I think so-”

“You think so?” I rip my hand away and start pacing back and forth, counting in my head. “One two three, one two three…”

Evie, having learned to stay out of my way, goes to sit at her desk. “Is counting your coping skill?”

In my rage I allow a smirk. “In a way. Only instead of counting numbers, I’m counting how many times people have betrayed me, let me down.” Willow, Audrey, Chad, Ben… Now Carlos. I’ll go easy on him, because I still love him. And I’ve forgiven Ben too, but I’ll never forget what people have done to me. I thought I’d come back to attend a party to congratulate my friends and see my true love, only to discover I’m being tossed aside again.

“You two should talk.”

I nod, still staring coldly at the wall and tears starting to drizzle down my face. “Yes. We definitely need to.”

#carlos de vil x reader #carlos de vil #descendants carlos #evie descendants #mal descendants #jay descendants #disney descendants #descendants #disney #ben descendants #audrey descendants #uma descendants #harry hook descendants #binx hocus pocus #hocus pocus #sarah sanderson #winifred sanderson #mary sanderson #doug descendants

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I know there is much chaos with the update, with people simping and/or cancelling Dink, but May I ask height and Age headcanons of the Lu bois?

-🦋🤠

Hi. Sorry for the long wait Butterfly Rancher Anon. This ask caught me right before the busy few days where I moved out of my house. But now I’m chilling in a hotel and finally have time to get into it.

Age and height headcanons you say? Well I am quite excited to share my age headcanons, but I must admit, I don’t really have height headcanons. I think it’s part of my autism, but I don’t really notice people’s height unless it’s extreme, so I’ll do a rather simplistic “short, average, or tall” for the Links.

Here we go! (Long post: 1311 words)

Time – He’s tall and imposing—or is he? Maybe it’s just an optical illusion and he is actually average height but because he’s so built and wears armor that he seems tall. It’s hard to say. Age-wise, his body is in the late thirties, but his mind is older, somewhere in his forties. He’s seen a lot, experienced a lot, but there’s that part of him that’ll will always be a joyful and mischievous child, although he tends to keep it hidden.

Warriors – Warriors is quite tall, no doubt about that. He is 27 years old. He enlisted in the army as soon as he could and spent several years as an infantryman. When he was 22, Cia initiated her war against Hyrule and that’s when his adventure began. For his valor during the first battle of his adventure, he earned himself a battlefield promotion to Lieutenant and the title of Hero of Warriors. Over the next 5 years, he completed his adventure, formally attended officer training school, and progressed through the ranks, and is now a Captain.

Sky – Sky is an average height (maybe a little on the tall side) 25 years old. He completed his adventure when he was 18 or 19 years old and since then has officially become a knight, started a new Hylian colony on the Surface (the residents want Sky to be the leader, but Sky is reluctant—he doesn’t feel like he’s leader material). He and Zelda are in a serious relationship and are talking about marriage. Sky wants to propose but he’s very nervous and he wants to make sure to do it at just the right time and in just the right way.

Twilight – Twilight is 24 (but since he was found and adopted as a young child, he doesn’t know his age for sure). Not gonna lie, Twilight is the Link I know least about so I don’t really have much to say other than that he’s like Time, he’s seen and experienced a lot and it weighs down on him sometimes, but he is still pretty young and sometimes it shows. He is of an average height, but his bulky pelt makes him seem bigger.

Four – Four is a very small 22 year old. He was a hard one for me to understand who he was, but generally, he seems to be quite mature, very smart, but he still has some of that young hot blood and passion that one has as a younger adult. Honestly, to me he is ageless, like a divine being that is both ancient and eternally young. Despite the timeless vibes I get from him, he is in fact a Hylian, and since most people headcanon him to be one of the younger heroes, I put him at a solid 22 (although I could probably get away with 23 if I pushed it). He is the middle child, filling the gap between the older 4 heroes and the younger 4 heroes.

Legend – Legend is average height and 21 or maybe 22 years old. He started off young with adventuring and goes through a lot and it takes his toll on him mentally and physically. At first impressions, he seems much older than he is, at least 26 years old, but if you’re around him for a while or if you’re particularly perceptive, you’ll realize that he’s not quite as emotionally mature as you might initially think. And he definitely does have a substantial gremlin streak that is common amongst the younger heroes, but he’s usually pretty good about moderating it.

Hyrule – Hyrule is borderline between average and short (thanks to fairy genes) and he is 18 years old. He is definitely one of the youngest heroes, but he’s older and more mature than Wild and Wind. He has lots of practical life experience with living on the road, he’s been fighting monsters since he was young, but minimal peopling experience. He is an extreme gremlin (he tries to hide it and be sneaky, but everyone knows what he’s up to) and a tendency to be silly, but he struggles with anxiety and badthoughts. Those things combined sometimes make him seem younger than he is.

Wild – Wild is 117, 17, and 2. Canonically in LU, Wild is 117 in chronological age, but practically, he’s 17. Physically, he’s 17, he’s slightly taller than Hyrule, but he’s kinda scrawny so it makes him look smaller. Wild’s an interesting one and he’s similar to Time in that he has a body-mind age mismatch. His brain has the “programming” of a 17-year old troubled and dutiful knight, but with none of the memory and only about 2 years of life experience (thus the 2 years old). He is mature in some ways, especially with regards to battle and wilderness survival, but very immature in other ways, like with emotional regulation, social interaction, and impulse control.

Wind – Wind is short (but going through growth spurts) and 13 years old (his canonical LU age). I know a lot of people favor a more mature Wind, but from the LU comics I interpret him to be rather immature, innocent, and inexperienced. If you think about it, he had a happy childhood, growing up with his grandmother and little sister, and living on an island, it was probably pretty sheltered. He’s really grown a lot from his adventure—he is sharp, quick, very clever, and can handle battle as well as any grown man, but he’s still pretty inexperienced at life in general. He is on the cusp of those turbulent teenage years and occasionally goes through phases where he’s dark, moody, and angsty, but for the most part he is a jovial and peppy young lad.

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These are based heavily on how they act in the LU comics (since I have only played a few of the games) and my own experience. I work in a career field that primarily employs young folk, people in their 20s and 30s, and I’ve got a pretty solid understanding of how people act/how mature they are at different ages/responsibility levels (entry-level, proficient worker, crew leader, shift manager, etc.). So I just compared what I saw in the comics with what I knew from work and voila: age headcanons.

Yes, I know my age headcanons are older than most people’s age headcanons for the boys. It’s possible that I’ve misinterpreted their ages once I play their games/read their mangas I’ll realize “oh, actually he’s older/younger than I thought.” To be honest, I think that with a few exceptions, most of them probably don’t even know their own true ages. Most Links don’t have family to speak of and none of them have biological parents still around.

And there’s a certain point at which exact age no longer matters, you are simply Adult. They’re all peers regardless of age. They may have different roles in the group, but overall they have the same mission, the same quest. It doesn’t matter how old they are, only what they bring to the table. It doesn’t matter where they’ve been, only where they’re going.

But anyways. This was fun! Thanks for asking, Butterfly Rancher Anon! What do you think their ages are?

#linked universe #age headcanons #long post #1311 words #lu time #lu warriors #lu sky #lu twilight #lu four #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu wild #lu wind #an unexpected ask #butterfly rancher anon my beloved

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uptoolateart · 10 months

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All That Is Necessary (A Gone AU)

Co-written with @raspberrycatapult

CHAPTER 14 PREVIEW:

As if reading his mind, Luka called over the counter, ‘Hey, how long do you think all that food back there will last?’

Kim was doing something with a large metal bowl and some eggs. Without taking his eyes off it, he answered. ‘Well, there’s loads of stuff back here. Heaps of flour and bread and eggs. The freezer room’s full too. And there’s all these boxes I haven’t opened yet. I need to do a full inventory to work it all out, but it’ll last weeks, for sure. Max is helping me figure out the calculations.’

Max raised his head at his name and gave a little wave before pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. ‘There are several shops and other cafés and restaurants nearby, as well – not to mention the boulangeries, the patisseries, and so forth. Alix has just brought us some of what we need to keep us going for a while. Bottles of water, mostly.’

Alix looked up from a bag of groceries she was setting down. ‘Hell yeah, I did.’

‘The oven and stove work, and the lights,’ Max explained. ‘But the taps don’t have any water.’

‘What happens when the generator goes?’ Luka asked.

Kim smiled. ‘You worry too much, my dude. We’ll get the electricity running again before that becomes a problem.’ He said this with such confidence that it was hard to doubt him.

‘You really think so?’ Marinette asked.

‘Oh yeah. Max here is going to sort it out.’

‘Well, I’m going to try to figure out the solution,’ Max said. ‘It’s a strange problem we have, here. It doesn’t make sense for the water and Wi-Fi to stop working. Even if all the adults have disappeared, the satellites should still work, and the taps should still run until the water from the source runs dry.’ He spoke like he wasn’t used to anything stumping him as much as this.

He didn’t know about the dome.

Adrien felt Marinette’s eyes on him, and he forced himself to become engrossed in a handwritten list of specials scrawled in chalk on one of the walls.

‘This will all be over soon enough, anyway,’ Alix said, ripping open one of the packs of water. ‘The adults outside Paris will realise what’s happened when they can’t get through to anyone on the phone or whatever, and they’ll come investigate and then save us.’

‘What if it isn’t just Paris, though?’ Luka said. ‘What if everyone has disappeared? Everyone in France? In Europe? The whole world? ’

What if the adults never come back? What if we’re truly on our own, now? Forever?

Alix, Kim and Max gaped at him.

Then Alix let out a dry laugh. ‘Nah. This’ll be over in a few days, trust me. Meanwhile, I’m gonna have some fun. No school, yeah! I’m gonna try to skate down the school steps later.’

‘But what about your dad? And Jalil?’ Marinette said.

Something flickered in Alix’s expression. Then she shrugged. ‘I’m sure they’re fine. Probably got teleported to a tropical beach or something. Dad must be freaking out about leaving the Louvre unattended, though.’

Kim returned to the counter, handing them three croque madames on plates. ‘I’ll make sure to give you the rest when you go.’

‘Thanks,’ they all said.

They sat at the table with Juleka and Rose, who scooted over to make room. Both of them looked uneasy. They’d clearly been listening to the conversation.

Luka’s forehead creased with his concerns. Maybe they’d been on his mind all night. In a low voice, he said, ‘I don’t think people are taking this as seriously as they should. We have no idea what’s happened. Or what might happen. I don’t think this is just Paris. I think it’s much bigger than us. Much bigger than all of us.’

Juleka placed a hand on her brother’s arm and mumbled something.

He nodded. ‘Exactly.’ He looked at Marinette, and then Adrien. ‘I think you have the right idea, going to find supplies. It might be sensible to stockpile.’

Stockpile? Adrien hadn’t considered what they were doing to be ‘stockpiling’, but….

‘…like it’s the apocalypse?’ Rose asked, her eyes darting around the room as if to check no one could hear them. The other kids seemed to be lost in their own conversations.

Luka gave her a long look.

Adrien looked down at his plate of food – focused on picking it up and taking a bite. It wasn’t just Max. None of their friends knew about the dome.

We need to tell them.

Keep reading at Ao3

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rose-pearls · 2 years

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Little Harrington

I have a feeling that Eddie uses a lot of nicknames so here is a fanfic about it!

It has been a long week at Hawkins High normally the first week of school was something calm but apparently if you’re a senior you get a ton of homework to do. As I was walking to my history class, I hear my name being called by Dustin.

“Wait!”, the boy seems to have run a marathon because he suddenly stops running and breathes hard before saying “Are you doing something after school?”.

I looked at the boy that my brother Steve considered as a little brother with a surprised gaze “Well you know homework and everything, maybe annoy Steve at the store. Why?”, Dustin looks as if Christmas came early and starts speaking loud and fast “Would you please come and play D&D with me after school?”, before I could say something he continued “Lucas has a match, and we need someone fast! Pretty please”.

Of course, Dustin started looking at me with his puppy dog eyes and I started to crack “Why don’t you ask Steve? He is like you mother slash big brother?”, Dustin looked like he was prepared to answer the question because he started talking instantly “Steve doesn’t want to play because I’m now friends with another older guy Eddie Munson and…”

As soon as Dustin said the name of Eddie Munson, I felt my cheeks flush. Of course, I knew who he was, the freak of Hawkins high who was doing his senior year for probably the third time. He was incredibly handsome and had the best hair (even better than my brother but don’t tell him that). I never had the courage to talk to him so maybe this could be an opportunity!

“Look I agree to come”, Dustin cheered and was ready to say a lot of thankyous, but I cut him off “But you know that I’m not a great player!”. Dustin promised me that it was not an issue and told me he would see me after class.

During my last classes I couldn’t concentrate, I found myself thinking of how the meeting would be going and how Eddie was going to be. After long hours of thinking of every scenario possible the last bell of the day rang and after a goodbye to my friends I went to the room where the D&D reunion would happen.

Upon arriving Mike and Dustin smiled at me, but I felt questioning glances at me. “What is the little Harrington doing here?”, I looked at Eddie who asked the question while sitting on his ‘throne’. “She has a name”, Eddie looked at me surprised but a slow smile was forming on his lips.

“Well, well little Harrington has some bite, maybe she does take after ‘King Steve’”, he exclaimed the old nickname my brother had with grand gestures. As I scoffed at his acting, he looked at me with a gleam in his eyes. “So, what is your name then sweetheart?”, I felt my cheeks flush at him getting closer to me and with his use of nickname.

“Stop calling me sweetheart and maybe I’ll tell you”, I said with as much confidence as I had. Eddie seemed to be pleased as he watched me looking him up and down. “That’s not going to be possible love”, I’m trying to stop my cheeks from burning but the butterflies in my stomach are going wild.

“So, are you two going to do this all night or are we going to play?”, both Eddie and I broke out of our trance and looked at Dustin who looked annoyed. “Sure, when I know what the level is of sweet cheeks”, I probably had a look of disgust at the nickname because Eddie looked gleefully at me. “I know the basics, but I don’t play often, is that alright with you pretty boy?”, Eddie seemed for a moment shocked at the nickname before looking at me with an even bigger smile.

“Well, I guess we will explain everything and then start so that you understand everything angel!”, Eddie’s friends seemed to want to retort but he shot them a glare and they went to their seats.

After about two hours of a D&D game we were finally at the end of the game, Eddie had been extremely helpful and gave me a lot of attention along with a lot of corny nicknames. As the game ended everyone was arguing about Vecna and how Dustin’s last throw of the dice was the one that saved everyone. I was taking my stuff just as I felt a presence behind me.

“I have to say you played well for someone who hasn’t played many times!”, I smiled softly at him, and the boy seemed to be nervous which you had probably never seen before because he always seemed so sure of himself. “You know if you ever wanted some extra lessons of how to play D&D…”, as he said that I felt my heart beating louder and a smile appeared on my face. “As much as D&D is fun, I think I would just prefer a date to get to know you better.”, Eddie seemed surprised that I agreed, and a large smile appeared on his face. “Well, are you free right now?”, I looked at my watch and remembered that Steve had a shift until 10 pm so I could go on a date without him noticing. “That’s perfect! I just have to be home by ten”.

Eddie told me that was no problem and took his jeans jacket, as I was ready to leave, he set his jacket on my shoulders. “I noticed you don’t have a jacket and it’s getting cold, but if you don’t want it”, he was nervously passing a hand through his hair and before he could continue I broke through his mumbling “Thank you that’s verry sweet of you.”, I kissed him on the cheek and while he freezed in shock I continued walking before turning to him “You do know that my brother will kill you when he knows that we went on a date?”, I saw him slowly processing the information before looking as white as a ghost.

He then looked at me with a determined look “Well good thing you are worth it sweetheart!”. He put his arms around me ready to rock my world.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot

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robo-milky · 1 year

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[Vent: This will be my last update about my wrists! Thank you for those who took the time to read and/or sent “get-well-soon”s- It does mean a lot! Anything relating to more personal issues can be very taxing to read or “not what I signed up for” and that’s perfectly valid!! In the end, we are strangers on the web ^^ Feels like the more I post updates or anything— it feels very attention seeking— so I want to make this a good send off. I might update/edit the log if anything comes up.]

A little bit about why the sudden change in art style

Acknowledgements: There are bigger issues in the world, there are threatening crises and positions people face that could be physically/and or emotionally damaging. My condition isn’t chronic, but for those who have do have life-long issues— my heart really goes out to them; I’ve only been through the tip of the iceberg of what they might have been through.

It’s hypocritical of me to make posts about having to recover/exhausting myself from writing/drawing, yet I still draw anyways. I guess I wanted to end this off comically— making silly memes or inside jokes with friends definitely lifted my mood. (Edit: I can’t type (on a keyboard)/write, but you know what I can do? Text.)

Having to do art in school and outside is not great for recovery (if I want both my wrists back to normal) but I compulsively draw anyways- I think it’s probably because I’m aiming for an art school, I’m scared of ever stopping and getting rusty with art again. While it’s true that a lot of art is really boiled down to how well you can break down concepts and memorizing the technical knowledge, it took me years to finally develop a hand that could draw clean lines and hold things steadily.

Compared to Summer 2022, I definitely recovered much more and made a lot of progress. I didn’t have to eat painkillers every single day, I didn’t have to rely on wrist splints, I can hold a half-filled mug with one hand, and so much more. I’d say the conditions of my wrists is tolerable; it still hinders me when I try to open doorknobs, but I’ll take whatever accomplishments I can get.

It wasn’t until finally seeing a physiotherapist, after god knows how long (Please- I grew up in a traditionally Chinese family that doesn’t believe in western medicines ;;), I was diagnosed with early osteoarthritis on my left wrist. Even though only one wrist is diagnosed, I have difficulties moving both my wrists, and according to my X-ray back in September 2022, the bones in both my wrist have narrowed from a lack of use. I’m kinda baffled because you’d think it’d be my dominant hand, the hand I use everyday and stress out, would be diagnosed. I’m told that I’ll need an MRI for my left, so hopefully nothing goes too wrong.

I love drawing, fanart or original— for myself or others. I don’t think it’s something I can ever stop? Maybe I’ve gotten on a high now that I’ve recovered bit by bit, and having gotten out of art block for months helped too. I can’t help but feel like part of my art block is because of my wrists. Even when my wrists were not as bad, I still couldn’t find the motivation to do line art. Maybe my current development in art isn’t actually laziness but just how my wrists have subconsciously been affecting my performance. When I looked back on my old art, I truly loved line art, rendering, having to press hard with pencil crayons to blend, oil pastels— I really did enjoy them.

If I ever drew gifts/requests/others for you, I want to say that I opened them because I wanted to— I knew what I was signing up for. Heck— when I did them— I did them on a good day.

* Am I ever going to take a break? I’ll be honest- probably not. Plus- the watercolour mimic style let’s me draw looser lines and with the colouring? I don’t have to worry about pen pressure or pressing hard- But I’ll try?? I might try to see if I can dig up any older art of mine that still holds up to my standards.

With school, I always feel like I have to take on extra jobs and volunteer to help out in areas that are within my field. I’ve also contemplated telling or broadcasting my needs to others because I’m always scared they’ll think I’m “being dramatic” or “faking it”. I’m also scared that the one time I ask for help to do a “simple” task, my peers will start questioning my recovery. I can’t describe how shameful it feels to not be able to help out a friend if they want to move a desk or even with chores. Maybe it’s me self projecting, but I always feel like if I can’t help someone, I’d be selfish.

Since I can never truly articulate my experiences and thoughts in person (cause I’d forget details or cut out too much because I feel rushed), I’ll be using this to send out ^^

If you *actually* read all of this- thank you and please don’t think too much of it! I don’t want this post to be the reason someone’s mood gets drained— so I drew the cat maid instead of putting my usual reaction images. I hope my attempt at humour came through?? But at what cost…

#my art #meowing 🌸#vent art #vent #personal vent #cw vent #vent post

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thelastspeecher · 2 years

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Inspired by the latest food show I've been watching, yesterday I decided that in the Restaurant AU, Stan and Angie come up with a food challenge for the restaurant. I've made a few posts about it, so here's a little ficlet showing the creation of the challenge. Enjoy.

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Angie sat at the kitchen table, grading more lab assignments. She kneaded her forehead wearily.

If students don’t start learnin’ to write in bigger letters, I’m goin’ to need readin’ glasses. She sighed. But such is the fate of those in grad school. The apartment door opened. Her boyfriend and owner of the restaurant she worked at, Stan, stepped in.

“Hello,” Angie mumbled. She marked another question as wrong with her red pen. Stan strolled into the kitchen and kissed the top of her head.

“Hey there, hot stuff,” he purred.

“Mm.”

“Are you busy?”

“Yes.” Angie pushed the papers away from her. “But I’m desperate fer a break, so tell me what’s on yer mind.”

“All right.” Stan pulled out the chair next to her and sat down. “I went to this new bar called Jumbo’s. They’ve got this eating food challenge whatever thing.”

“Okay…”

“Basically, if you can finish a giant burger, you get your meal free. And a T-shirt.”

“And braggin’ rights, I assume?” Angie asked. Stan nodded. “Let me guess. Ya tried the challenge?”

“Yeah.”

“And since ya didn’t lead with ‘I won a challenge today’ I’ll assume ya lost?”

“…Yeah.”

“How close did ya get?”

“I plead the Fifth.”

“Nowhere near, huh?”

“Did you or did you not just hear me plead the Fifth?” Stan asked. Angie snickered. Stan grinned, like he always did when he elicited laughter from his girlfriend. “Anyways, it gave me an idea.”

“Shoot.”

“What if we set up an eating challenge at the restaurant?” Stan suggested. “It’d help put us on the map, y’know? Now that you’re the cook and our food is actually good, it’d be a good idea to do some advertising type stuff. And this is the kind of advertising that doesn’t cost money! It’d actually earn money for us, since people would have to pay through the nose.”

“If they don’t beat the challenge,” Angie said. Stan shook his head. “Ya want people who beat the challenge to pay fer the meal?”

“Duh. I’m not gonna give shit away for free!”

“Most of these challenges comp the meal if the customer wins.”

“Don’t care,” Stan said firmly. "They'll get a coupon for 5% off their next meal, a picture on the wall, and that's it."

“Fine. Whatever. Yer the boss.” Angie leaned back, crossing her arms. “Yer the boss outside the kitchen, at least. In the kitchen though, I’m in charge. So’s as the person what will be makin’ this challenge, what did ya have in mind fer the actual meal? Maybe somethin’ super spicy? They had a spicy chili eatin’ contest at the county fair when I was a kid.”

“Nah. Spicy food is expensive.” Angie rolled her eyes good-naturedly at Stan’s typical penny pinching. “I’m thinking we’ll just shove whatever food we need to get rid of on a plate and tell the sucker to finish it.”

“Ya want the challenge to just be to eat the food we’ve got what’s goin’ to go bad soon?” Angie asked. Stan nodded. “I appreciate yer thriftiness, but it has to be standardized in some way. If yer determined to have to be the food we need to get rid of, we need to keep it consistent by providin’ the same amount of food every time.”

“How much?” Stan asked. He frowned. “How do you measure food?”

“In challenges like this? I ain’t too familiar with it, but I think it’d prob’ly be best to use the same amount of weight.”

“All right.” Stan nodded slowly. “How much should the challenge weigh, then?”

“Why are ya askin’ me?”

“You said you’re the kitchen boss,” Stan said, gesturing at Angie. Angie rolled her eyes again, but cracked a smile.

“Fair enough. Hmm. When we open the restaurant up tomorrow, I can collect the stuff what we need to get rid of and weigh it. That could be our standardized weight fer the future.”

“See, smart stuff like that is why I hired you,” Stan said. Angie chuckled.

“Nah,” she said idly. She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. “Ya hired me ‘cause ya didn’t have any other choice.”

“Hey, I’m trying to be more romantic,” Stan protested.

“I don’t recall askin’ ya to do that. Yer romance level has been perfectly fine.”

“I’m taking initiative,” Stan said. He raised an eyebrow at Angie. “That’s something you’ve definitely asked me to do.” Angie laughed again. Stan grinned.

“Okay, okay. So, boss, what are we goin’ to call this challenge?”

“Uh…” Stan frowned thoughtfully. His eyes widened. “The Pine Kitchen Garbage Can.”

“Huh.” Angie nodded. “It’s a good idea.”

“Really? You usually insist on making changes to dish names.”

“Yes, well…” Angie poked Stan playfully. “Yer good ideas are usually fer things other than food.”

“I disagree.”

“Darlin’, most folks don’t go to restaurants to eat somethin’ called canned brown meat, but ya pushed so hard to add it to the menu.”

“It’s good and cheap!”

“I ain’t havin’ this conversation again.” Angie grabbed the next assignment to grade and set it in front of her. “Now, stop distractin’ me with yer handsome, charmin’ self and let me do my work.”

“Fine,” Stan sighed. He got up. “Want something to drink?”

“Please.”

“I shoulda just opened a bar. I know my alcohol.”

“Maybe when we get enough money to remodel, we can put a bar in.”

“Damn, babe, you’re just full of the good ideas today.”

“But sadly, low on alcohol…” Angie said pointedly.

“All right, all right!” Stan ruffled Angie’s hair and walked over to the cabinet they kept their liquor in. “One glass of hooch for the pretty lady, comin’ right up.”

#Stan and Angie have such a fun dynamic in this AU I love it <3 #Restaurant AU #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Stangie #my writing #speecher speaks

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